Authors: Lena Matthews
Still the One (14 page)
off?”
“Right now.” He positioned himself near the top half of the bed, then leaned
back on the headboard. “Feel like going for a ride?”
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“Hell yes.” Creigh scampered over to him with a large smile on her face. After
placing one leg on either side of his hips, she reached between her parted thighs to
grab at his cock.
Dean caught her wrist. “I don‟t think so.”
“What?” Creigh‟s brows crinkled in confusion.
“This might be your ride, but I‟m setting the pace.” Dean took his thick length
in one hand and placed his free hand on her hip. “Slowly sink down. Don‟t rush;
don‟t shove. If you go too fast, I‟ll make you get up, spank your ass, then make you
do it again.”
“Are you kidding me?” She might be protesting, but he saw the flare of interest
in her gaze when he mentioned spanking.
“Do I look like I‟m kidding?”
“That‟s evil.”
“No, cara, that‟s just the name of the game.” Dean centered his gaze on her
sex. “Now spread your lips for me. I want to watch as my cock sinks into your pretty
pink pussy.”
Creigh gasped but quickly moved her fingers to her nether lips. If Creigh had
any further complaint about the way he was running things, she kept it to herself.
His sweet angel loved it when he acted like a devil in the bedroom.
“So pretty.” He reached down and stroked her with his free hand. “So wet.”
He brought his damp fingers up to his lips to taste her essence. Eyes closed, he
savored every drop of her sweet juices before opening his eyes and smiling. “You‟ve
done it. Made a wine drinker out of me. For that I should thank you.”
“Thank me with your cock.” Her eagerness was more than evident.
“I plan on it. Ease on down. But do it slowly.”
Creigh braced a hand on his thigh as she lowered herself down onto his
waiting member. She couldn‟t seat him in one move, so she pulled back, then
pressed down again. Once again she didn‟t engulf his entire length, so Dean
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released his hold on his shaft and placed his hands on her hips. He pulled her down
as he flexed his hips up, seating her fully onto his thick shaft.
Dean groaned as her body stretched around him. “Fuck.” He held her to him
for a minute or so to allow her body to adjust to him and the position before he
raised her up and brought her back down onto his cock.
“Oh…oh.” Creigh flexed her inner muscles around him, causing them both to
gasp. “This was a good plan. I like this plan a lot.”
“Me too. Now ride me.”
Creigh grasped his shoulders, dug her nails into his flesh as she used him as
leverage to ride up and down his shaft. The sting of pain that accompanied the host
of pleasure was barely a bleep on his radar. Dean felt far too good to worry about a
tiny scratch. This wasn‟t her first time at the rodeo; she knew how to ride him,
when to pause, when to speed up. She handled his cock like a pro, leaving Dean
with little to do but hold on to her hips and thrust up into her as she powered down.
It took a minute for them to get in sync, but when they did, it was perfect.
Faster and faster she rode him, plunging down harder onto him and zipping up just
as quickly to repeat the same soul-robbing pleasure. Their motions had the bed
creaking and Dean‟s head spinning. And from the way Creigh‟s moans were growing
louder, he could tell he wasn‟t the only one getting close.
Trembling, Creigh cried out to him. “Please, baby. Please.” Her thighs clenched
against his sides. Her pussy clutched at his cock. She held on to him with every part
of her body she could, and still it wasn‟t enough. He could tell she wasn‟t going to
make it this way.
Acting on instinct, Dean wrapped his arms around her waist and rose to his
knees. It was an awkward move to make midsex, but they managed to pull it off
without injuring one another and without having to stop. Frantically he laid her
back on the bed and finished what she‟d started.
He put her legs over his hips and placed his hands on either side of her head
for leverage, then began to power forward, riding her as hard and as fast as he
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could. All the while he whispered in her ear the many filthy things he was going to
do to her in very graphic language. The more he spoke, the more she moaned and
the wetter she grew.
Quickening his pace, he fucked Creigh feverishly. His powerful thrusts had her
pleading for more. She was so close to the edge Dean knew it wouldn‟t take much to
make his baby fly, so he lowered his mouth over her shoulder and sank his teeth in
her nape, giving Creigh a little dose of pain to bring on a wave of pleasure.
As he knew it would, the bite sent her soaring. Bucking beneath him, Creigh
screamed out his name, her pussy contracting around him as she came, triggering
his own release. Dean thrust once, then twice into her contracting pussy before
spilling his hot seed inside his quivering wife.
Spent in more than one way, Dean pulled out and collapsed next to her, too
tired to even try to clean up right away. It was only out of fear for her safety that he
didn‟t just go to sleep inside her. But the idea of raising three kids under the age of
thirteen by himself was all the motivation he needed to roll off her.
Neither said anything for a while, choosing instead to let the harsh sounds of
their breathing do the talking. But after a couple of minutes of silence and sticky
shrinkage, Dean stumbled from the bed to the bathroom, where he cleaned up.
When he was done, he brought Creigh a damp cloth so she could do the same, then
tossed it over his shoulder onto the floor and climbed into bed behind his wife.
He spooned her peacefully for a few minutes when a random thought came to
mind. “Well fuck.”
Creigh tilted her head up to see him. “What‟s wrong?”
Dean gestured to the spilled toys on the floor. “I forgot to use the handcuffs.”
“There‟s always tomorrow,” she reminded him with a smile.
Tomorrow. Fuck that. “There‟s always twenty minutes from now.” Dean pulled
her back against him.
“Twenty minutes,” Creigh gasped. “You‟re killing me.”
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Dean leaned down and nuzzled her ear. “No, cara, I‟m loving you.”
“And doing it sooo well. Maybe a little too well.” She wiggled against his penis.
“My pussy is tender as hell.”
Dean pulled away a bit and placed his hand on her delicious bottom. “There
are other options, you know.”
“That I do.” Creigh laughed. “Good thing Valentine‟s Day only comes around
once a year.”
Dean rolled her under him again. “Then we shouldn‟t waste a second of it.”
Creigh placed her arms around his neck. “I couldn‟t agree more.”
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Epilogue
With a content smile on her face and her hand wrapped in his, Creigh leaned
against Dean as they rode in the elevator to the lobby to check out. He had let her
sleep in this morning—another luxury she hadn‟t enjoyed since forever and a day.
The smell of hot coffee and bacon had finally roused her from the bed, and they‟d
indulged in a hardy breakfast out on the patio. They never had got around to eating
dinner last night, but neither of them minded. They had spent their time more
wisely, making love, laughing, and enjoying just being with each other.
After breakfast, they‟d christened the couch, then the coffee table before
finishing in the shower after a nap. Without a doubt, this holiday was one for the
record books. And the best gift of all was how she‟d reconnected with her husband.
The second best gift was the wine bottle Dean insisted they pack up and bring home
with them. Apparently after years of trying, she‟d finally made a wine drinker out of
her man.
Creigh let out a happy sigh as she thought back over the night.
“Did you have a good time?” Dean‟s softly worded question actually had her
blushing. She loved the pampering, no doubt, but the erotic heights he‟d taken her
to were even more pleasurable.
“Hmm, very much.” She pulled back then and looked up at him, her lips curved
upward. “Of course I‟m looking forward to my night.”
Dean cocked an eyebrow. “I thought last night was „your‟ night.”
“Oh it was, in many, many ways that I‟ll be thanking you for a long time to
come.” Creigh lifted their joined hands to her lips and kissed his knuckles. “But you
still have your promise to fulfill.”
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“Promise?”
Oh no, he wasn‟t going to get out of it that easily. “You had control of my body
last night, but I get my night in charge of you.”
“Think you can do a better job?”
“Better?” She shook her head. “Nah, just different. I‟m not going to insist on
being in charge. In fact I‟m going to put you in charge.”
“Of you?”
“No. My sexual bucket list.”
Dean frowned. “What‟s that?”
“It‟s a list of sexual things I want to do before I kick the bucket.”
“Is it a long list?”
“About three pages.”
“Really?”
“Uh-huh,” she said smugly.
“Give me an example of something that‟s on your list.”
“My turn isn‟t until next year.”
“So give me a general idea.”
The doors to the elevator opened then, and as he started to take a step
forward, Creigh said softly from behind him. “I‟ve always wanted to get fucked in an
elevator.”
Dean turned around and stared at her. “Seriously?”
Creigh nodded, blushing a bit at the intense way Dean was staring at her. “Do
you think it‟s weird? We don‟t have to.”
“The hell we don‟t.” He hit the button for the top floor again, then dropped
their bags. Moving quickly, he cornered her against the wall just as the door clinked
closed.
“It‟s not Valentine‟s Day yet.”
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“I know, but three pages is a lot.” Dean picked her up and leaned her against
the wall. “I want to make sure we get to cross them all off. You know me. I like to
think ahead.”
Creigh wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned in to kiss him. “We‟re
going to be late picking the kids up.”
“No,” Dean said, lowering his mouth to hers. “We‟re going to be very late.”
Loose Id Titles by Lena Matthews
For Love's Sake Only
Happily Even After
He's So Shy
Loving Lola
Season of Love
Soaked
Still the One
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The Good, the Bad, and the Naughty
The REDEMPTION Series
Co-written with Lena Matthews
Logan’s Temptation
Steven’s Salvation
Lily’s Surrender
Helen’s Release
Sweetest Taboo
Body & Soul
“Into Temptation”
Part of the anthology
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Lena Matthews
Lena Matthews spends her days dreaming about handsome heroes and her
nights with her own personal hero. Married to her college sweetheart, she is the
proud mother of two children, three evil dogs, and a mess of ants that she can't
seem to get rid of.
When not writing she can be found reading, watching movies, lifting up the
cushions on the couch to look for batteries for the remote control, and plotting
different ways to bring
Buffy
back on the air.