Carae's Touch (Long Line of Love, #4) (10 page)

He needed a woman and he needed one badly before he lost his grip on reality. He got up, removed the chain with the engagement ring he'd never gotten a chance to give Rissa from around his neck, and took a cool shower. With his body still damp, he fell naked across his bed and finally slept. Before long, his dreams turned to nightmares.

S
heenea. He needs you. Wake up and go to him.

Carae sat up, uncertain what had awakened her. It took a few moments of gazing around the strange, moonlit room for her to remember where she was. Then she frowned. She was alone in the room, so why had she awakened expecting to find someone speaking to her?

Puzzled, she lay back down and closed her eyes.

He needs you. Go to him.

She bolted up in bed again, staring around the room. What the hell? Was she losing her mind? She hadn't heard anything, but she'd felt it. As she sat trying to figure out what was going on, she heard Brandon shout.

Go to him. Please. He needs you.

She looked wildly around the room. She was alone and awake. What the hell was she hearing?

He shouted again.

Deciding she'd worry later about what, if anything, she'd heard, she jumped out of bed. She ran from the back of the condo to his front bedroom. Uncertain what she'd find inside, she cautiously pushed the door open. Through the moonlight shining into the room she saw him in bed, tossing and turning, shouting, and clearly in the grip of a nightmare. Since she couldn't understand him, she knew he must be speaking Tsalagi. She knew from her conversation with Bancroft that English was their second language and they sometimes spoke Tsalagi in moments of stress or excitement.

She rushed across the room to his bed and shook his shoulder. "Brandon...Brandon...sweetie. Wake up, sweetie."

He was so deep into the nightmare that she was unable to rouse him no matter how hard she shook him. He continued to thrash around on the bed, occasionally shouting in his sleep.

She waited for a moment when he finally lay unmoving, but still shouting. In an effort to comfort him, she climbed into bed with him, putting her arms around him. "Sweetie...sweetie. It's all right, sweetie. I'm here with you."

He pressed his body against hers, trembling.

That's when she realized he was nude.

She allowed her arms to fall to her side and tried to ease away from him.

He pulled her back into close contact with his big, warm body.

Oh, Lord. She had to wake him up before things got out of hand. She pushed against his chest. "Brandon. Wake up!"

His only response was to push her onto her back and roll on top of her.

Carae caught her breath. He wasn't only nude but he was aroused. She could feel his cock pressed against her thigh. Then he moved and she felt his fully erect shaft brushing intimately against her.

She froze. Her skimpy thong was the only thing separating his cock from her pussy. Yes, she'd wanted to be in this position from the moment she saw him, but not like this. Not when he was so deep in a nightmare that she couldn't rouse him.

She placed her hands on his shoulders. "Brandon! Wake up. Please."

In response, he buried his lips against her cleavage and pushed her thong aside. She felt it tear and then his cock lay heavily against her belly.

"Brandon!" She shook his shoulders again. "Wake up!"

He shifted his lower body between her thighs, rubbed himself against her slit, and then thrust his bare cock deep inside her with one swift, powerful movement.

"Oh...God!" Carae gasped and shuddered, panicked that he was inside her without her permission or a condom. He was longer, thicker and harder than any of her other lovers. Since she wasn't aroused, she found having her pussy stretched over his thrusting length uncomfortable.

"Brandon...wake up...please." She tried to wiggle off his shaft, but that only seem to further arouse him because he just pushed in deeper. He was deeper in her than any man had ever been.

She balled her hands into fists and hit his shoulders. "Brandon! Wake up!"

He needs you and he needs this.

Carae inhaled sharply. She was not asleep and she was not imagining things. As she lay wondering what the hell was going on, he pushed up her short night shirt and sucked her right nipple into his mouth.

"Oh...!" She bit her lip.

Still sucking her nipple, he slid his big hands down to hold her hips. Groaning, he drew his hips back and then pushed back into her.

Oh...damn! He was in so deep and he felt so hard. She wanted him inside her, but not like this. "Brandon..."

Still pushing into her with a ruthless, single-minded purpose that overwhelmed her senses, he licked and kissed a path across to her other nipple before sucking it between his lips and into his mouth.

Oh...double damn! Even though she wasn't emotionally onboard with what was happening, her body reacted to the passionate onslaught.

Her nipples hardened and her pussy flooded, easing the discomfort of having his thick shaft pounding her pussy with a greedy enjoyment that made her moan with unwilling pleasure.

Tearing his mouth away from her breasts, he slid his big hands around her body to cup her ass.

Oh, damn. "Brandon...oh!" That felt good.

As he increased the speed and strength of his movements, he whispered to her in Tsalagi.

Carae had no idea what he was saying and it didn't even particularly sound romantic, but just the sound of his passion-filled voice sent chills of pleasure through her. Before she knew it, she was no longer trying to shimmy out from under him. 

She closed her eyes and shuddered as a jolt of pleasure sizzled through her and she began to appreciate the benefit of having a big, hard, demanding cock ruthlessly plundering her. Creaming around him, she surrendered to the delight emanating from her pussy.

Rotating his hips, he thrust in slow and hard, as if determined to explore every inch of her stuffed channel and claim it as his exclusive property.

In and out he pushed and pulled. So exquisitely hard and wonderfully deep. She arched her back in response, feeling the delicious ache and burn in her pussy inflaming all her nerve endings and engaging all her senses.

Oh...God! This was what sexual intimacy with the right man should feel like. She curled her fingers in his hair and greedily sought his mouth.

His lips, hot and demanding, settled over hers.

Oh...yes! She moaned with joy, parted her thighs further, and rocked her lower body against his, welcoming the deep, rhythmic thrusts that propelled his hard length into previously unexplored regions of her pussy. Oh, God! Yes! She slipped her arms around his body to curl her fingers in his tight buns, eager to keep him from pulling even an inch out of her.

In response, he powered in harder and faster.

Oh...yes! Just yes! Within minutes of her acceptance of what was happening, the most intense and powerful climax she'd ever enjoyed thundered through her. She cried out and turned her head to bite into his shoulder as she came all over his relentless, pistioning shaft.

Oh, lord, what an insanely wonderful feeling.

Moments later, he thrust so hard, he almost hurt her and then clutched her close, holding her hips still within his grip.

Knowing he was jetting his seed directly into her pussy sent a wave of panic through her. She pushed at his shoulders and attempted to shimmy off his shaft, but he just pushed in deeper and held her closer. And continued cumming in her.

He seemed to come for a long time, shooting load after load of seed in her before he finally settled his body on hers, buried his head against her neck, and seem to fall into a normal sleep pattern, free of nightmares.

She lay under him, unable to move until he finally rolled off her and onto his back. Even then she lay dazed and winded. Finally, she inhaled slowly and sat up.

Don't go yet. He still needs you.

She looked around and realized there was a picture on the wall opposite his bed. And she just knew it was of
her
and that the "voice" was coming from
her
. Instead of fear, she felt a surprising sense of calm. Nevertheless, she knew it would be insanity to allow him to fuck her raw again.

She shook her head and stared at the picture. "He's had all the raw pussy he's getting."

He still needs you. Don't leave him yet.

She turned to look at him. "He's asleep."

He still needs you. Don't desert him now.

What was she doing sitting in a moonlit room arguing with a picture about allowing Brandon to fuck her raw again?

He didn't fuck you. He made love to you.

Carae stopped herself from reaching down to touch her pussy. It felt sore and bruised. He'd fucked her all right. Hard, fast, and deep and filled her with his seed.

"I have cum oozing out me," she hissed.

Isn't it a wonderful and unique feeling having so much of his seed inside you that your pussy can't contain it all?

Despite her embarrassment, her stomach muscles churned in silent agreement. "Once was enough," she lied, sliding across the bed.

If you leave him, the nightmares will return. There's an ache in him that only you can alleviate. If you love him, stay with him and ensure he can spend the rest of the night in peaceful slumber. 

She glanced down at him, sleeping peacefully, hesitated, and then silently laid on the bed beside him, close but not touching him. After several tense minutes, she relaxed and closed her eyes.

She had just started to fall asleep when he rolled over, reached for her, and drew her back in his arms.

His eyes were closed and she realized he was still asleep. And apparently still horny because she felt his erect shaft pulsing against her belly.

"Brandon," she pushed at his shoulder. "Sweetie, please wake up."

He buried his face against her neck, repositioning his lower body until she felt his cock lying against her slit. He whispered to her.

What the hell was he saying?

Does it matter? He needs you and you want him. Let it happen.

Because she did want him, when he urged her onto her back, she parted her legs.

Nibbling at her ear and neck, he reached between their bodies to rub her clit and palm her.

Oh, lord, he had a magic touch.

She moaned softly and arched her hips off the mattress when he abruptly drove his shaft balls deep into her. Without giving her time to adjust to having him inside her again, he started fucking her hard and fast.

Deciding she was willing to give him the sexual satisfaction he so clearly needed, she closed her eyes and surrendered to the inevitable.

She parted her lips when he kissed her and put her arms around him.

He licked the side of her neck and fucked her deep and hard.

She clung to him, returned his heated kisses, and rocked her body in time with his movements. The second time was hard, hot, and fast. Too fast. He exploded inside her well before she peaked. When he stopped coming, he groaned and rolled onto his stomach.

What the hell. He fucked her raw twice in his sleep but couldn't figure out that she might at least need to be held a little afterwards? Only waiting long enough to ensure he wasn't going to wake up, she got out of bed and quickly left the room. Back in the guest bedroom, she removed her ruined thong and top and took a shower. As the water poured over her body, she shuddered, thinking of all the sperm inside her.

Why hadn't she left earlier when he'd walked away and left her alone at the entrance door? Why had she followed him and then stayed when he'd so clearly shown signs of not being in full control of himself? And why in God's name had she been foolish enough to get in bed with him? Had she taken the time to turn on the light, she'd had seen he was naked and aroused.

Stepping out of the shower, she dried off and went back into the guest bedroom. Once fully dressed, she packed her suitcase and carried it into the foyer where she placed it near the entrance door. Then, instead of quietly leaving as common sense dictated, she walked through the condo to his bedroom.

Standing in the doorway, she turned on the light so she could look at the now "silent" picture opposite his bed. It showcased a pretty, full-figured Native American woman with a warm smile, and beautiful long, dark brown hair. Crossing the room and looking up, Carae could just make out the inscription.

To my darling Brandon, Love always, Rissa.

"So you're the one who screwed him up." She waited in vain for a response. "Oh, I see. You got me to do what you wanted, now you have nothing to say." Telling herself that the picture had never "spoken" to her and she had willingly allowed him to take her, she walked back across the room to the door.

The sight of him sleeping so peacefully, probably dreaming of his precious Rissa, annoyed her. Part of her wanted to rush into the room and rain her fists down on him for what had happened. Yes, she had ended up enjoying it and coming against her will, but she still felt hurt and angry that her attempt to comfort him had resulted in an unwanted sex act.

She took a deep, shuddering breath. She'd leave, but only after she'd had it out with him in the morning. She glanced at the picture. "And as for you, you're no more welcome to invade my thoughts than he is." Turning away, she closed the bedroom door and took her suitcase back to the guestroom. She undressed and laid on the bed until she drifted into a restless slumber sometime before dawn.

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B
randon woke the next morning feeling groggy but free of the sexual tension that had plagued him since Rissa's death. The bed was a mess and when he rose, he saw the sheets were stained in several places. He had no memory of it, but clearly must have masturbated sometime during the night.

Eager to see Carae he decided he'd change the bedding later. He took a quick shower. Returning to his bedroom, he'd just slipped a pair of jeans on over his briefs when his bedroom door was pushed opened after a brief knock.

He swung around as Carae stormed into the room, noted the picture of Rissa opposite his bed and stared at it.