Feast of Saints (48 page)

“Come home with me. I don’t want to be apart from you,” he said, squeezing the hands he held behind his neck painfully, pleading with her.

Her heart leapt at the thought of leaving New Zealand with Jake. She’d had enough of zombies, and Sergei. But she couldn’t go home yet.

She shook her head, her nose almost brushing his.

“I can’t just leave, Jake. There are people here who are relying on me.”

“Then take enough time to train a replacement and handle anything else remotely. Taranovo’s not going to complain. Not after I’m through with him,” he rumbled.

Lilly looked into the deep ocean of his blue eyes, biting her lip. Here was the Jake who ordered her life to suit himself. They were going to have to work on that. And eliminate all the spying and tracking. But for right now, she could let him do this, couldn’t she? Let him help her, protect her from any ramifications if she left New Zealand before her contract was up.

“Will you go with me to the set in the morning?” she asked tentatively. She didn’t know when Jake needed to be back.

Victory rose like a tidal wave, taking over his expression. She squeaked in surprise when he surged forward, whipping her hands behind her back and pulled her against his naked torso, parting her legs with his body, parting the robe. Instantly, her inner thighs heated at the touch of his skin.

“Just try to get away from me,” he growled against her mouth and then he began that slow, oh-so-sexy, scraping circuit around her face. Lilly wriggled her shoulders. Her arms were trapped, twisted behind her. Jake released her hands and she wrapped her tingling arms back around his neck and pressed her body as close to him as the fluffy, oversized robe would allow.

When his lips and teeth grazed her jaw, she lifted her chin, giving him access to her sensitive neck. Jake accepted her invitation with wet biting kisses. The softness of his tongue and lips, the hardness of his teeth, the sandpaper of his whiskers, had her panting, threading her fingers through his silky hair, pulling him even closer.

With his teeth on her earlobe, Jake slid one hand around to her front and tugged on the knot of her robe, a wordless request. Lilly’s answer was equally wordless as she wrapped her legs around his waist, hot and wanting.

As his lips brushed over hers again, he nipped at her bottom lip and sucked it into his mouth. Slowly he worked the knot of her robe with one hand while he sucked on her lip. His other hand kneaded her bottom, pulling her precariously close to the edge of the bed and causing her legs to tighten around him.

When Jake finally slipped the belt from between them, she lowered her arms and shrugged out of the robe. Jake bent his head and trailed open-mouthed kisses over the overheated skin of her shoulder, up her neck, then back to her mouth.

When his tongue slid fully into her mouth, they both groaned with satisfaction. Jake sat back on his heels, bringing her completely off of her perch on the edge of the bed, down onto his lap.

He was still miraculously wearing the towel, which, soft though it was, was not the feeling she wanted beneath her thighs. But when Lilly reached for the folded edge at his waist, Jake stilled her hand. Breaking off their kiss, he rested his forehead against hers, eyes closed, breathing hard. His heart was pounding against her naked breasts pressed against his chest. He held her like that for a long moment, slowing the kneading of her bottom, and then lifted his head to look at her.

“I think we’d better slow down. I didn’t come prepared for this reception.”

Oh. Oh no. She wasn’t prepared either. She had planned on going to her gynecologist last week to discuss birth control, but when Jake didn’t call her, that had seemed pointless.

She and Jake certainly knew how to pleasure each other in other ways, but what Lilly craved right now was the closer-than-close embrace of her body wrapped around him. Jake inside of her.

“I don’t care,” she said, desperate. “I want you.”

Jake’s eyes searched hers, so dark with desire for him that the golden brown of her layered irises was completely shadowed in forest green. He lowered his eyes to her baby doll lips, parted, waiting, wanting. A slow, narrow-eyed, sly smile spread across his face.

Lilly hadn’t seen that smile before. It was sneaky, dark and sexy all at once.

“If I knock you up, you’re going to marry me,” Jake growled. It was a threat, not a proposal. Not a request. Jake didn’t bother waiting for a response. He lifted her back up onto the bed and then rose to a kneeling position between her knees and dropped the towel.

She shimmied closer and reached for him. His penis throbbed in her hand. She wanted this so badly. She kissed him, pushing her tongue into his mouth and stroked her hand down his silky, hard shaft at the same time.

Jake groaned into her mouth, but then placed a restraining palm on her chest, between her breasts, pushing her back.

“Lie back. I’m going to kiss you until you come, and then I’m going to fuck you hard and fast to teach you never to run from me again. Then I’m going to make love to you again, slowly, because I love you.”

Lilly let him push her backwards, overwhelmed by his command and his confession. His words played over and over in her head, echoing in her heart.
He loves me, he loves me, he loves me.

“Jake, oh, Jake, yes, yes, please,” she sang as he put his lips to her swollen clitoris and sucked, then swirled his tongue around the bud, then flicked it, then circled, over and over. When he pushed two fingers inside of her, Jake could feel the start of her orgasm. Right before she came violently, he traded his thumb for his tongue on her clitoris and moved his mouth to the faded bruise of the hickey he’d made almost two weeks before. Jake bit her over the mark and sucked hard while she climaxed and screamed his name.

Still on his knees, Jake rose and yanked her bottom all the way to the edge of the bed. Bending over her, he put his lips on her breasts, sucking and swirling his tongue with the same tantalizing motions he’d used on her sex, while his cock slid against the wet, hot opening of her vagina.

“Please, oh, please,” were the only words she could manage.

Jake straightened, watching his own hands slide over her writhing body.

“Turn over,” he said.

Lilly didn’t hesitate. They’d had sex like this on their last morning at the Fairmont in Maui, when she’d awoken to him spooning her. He’d reached his long arms around and toyed with her, rubbing his erect penis against her backside, until she came. She’d come again harder when he’d done the same thing again, with him inside of her, bent over the bathroom counter after their morning shower.

She pressed her belly into the bed, her pelvis hitting the edge, and spread her legs. Ready. Compliant.

Jake ran his hands over her behind, up her back, then back to circle and squeeze her bottom. He leaned over, his breath hot on her shoulder blade. “So beautiful,” he murmured against her skin, his hands spreading her.

When the head of his penis touched the opening of her vagina and pushed in, Lilly moaned loudly, and pushed back against him.

“Steady,” he said, nipping the point of her scapula, “or this is going to be over before we start.”

Jake reached around her and slipped a hand under her hipbone, down to her clitoris. With two fingers, he circled her, while he pushed his penis in further, then pulled out to the head, then pushed back in a little further.

She nearly cried at the delicious drag and pull of his bare skin against the slick walls of her vagina. The feel of him without a condom was altogether different, better, warmer, fuller.

He continued the circling of his fingers around her clitoris and the gradual push in and out, until he was fully inside of her. There, he paused and pressed his thighs against her, breathing heavily against her spine. His legs were hot, the hair prickly against her backside.

“So good,” she mumbled, squeezing him with her inner muscles.

“Oh God, Lilly,” he ground out, pulling back swiftly and shoving into her, feeling the same delicious, naked, hot friction. Lilly spread her legs wider, lifted her bottom higher and pushed back against him.

“Huh, shhh,” Jake pulled back halfway, struggling not to come. When he stilled, his fingers still circling her clitoris, Lilly made a sound of protest and pushed back harder, wanting him, needing him to move, to thrust in and out of her.

“Lilly, stop moving, or I’ll come.” If he’d meant his words as a threat to slow her down, he’d said the wrong thing. She wanted it all. She wanted the pounding pressure, the drag and slide of him, and the swirling fingers. She wanted to feel him come inside of her. She pressed forward into his swirling fingers and pushed back against him again, gyrating her hips.

Jake shot his free hand around her waist, holding her still. With his other hand, he continued the wet glide of his fingers around her clitoris and around the shaft of his penis filling her opening. Not until he felt her spasms start against his fingers and her inner walls begin to contract around his cock did Jake loosen his hold on her and stop trying to restrain the press of her backside.

Released, Lilly pulled away and then dug her toes into the rug and pushed back hard, grinding against him. When Jake met her by thrusting in as deep as he could, she came again, powerfully, tears of pleasure streaming down her cheeks with the intensity of her orgasm.

Jake came undone. He crushed her to him, then pulled back and slammed into her pulsing wet vagina. When she would have collapsed over his arm wrapped around her waist, he pulled her hard against him and rammed into her again, renewing her waves of pleasure.

“Again!” he gritted, crouching over her back, pulling out and slamming back into her. She pushed back against him with equal force, unable to deny him, or herself. His face and teeth scraped against the skin on the back of her neck and between her shoulders. Each thrust was punctuated by his grunting outrush of breath and loud, rumbling, urgent groans of pleasure.

“Lilly!” he yelled, and then he came in thrusting waves, his face rubbing hard against her back, his whiskers scratching her. The well-oiled old bed springs rippled across the bed beneath them. Jake reared up and wrapped his hands around her hipbones, unable to stop his frenzied thrusts as he came and came.

With a final shove against her, he bent over her back again and pressed his lips against the chapped, abraded skin between her shoulders. He kissed each shoulder blade gently, then pulled out.

Running his hands down her sides, he whispered hoarsely, “Roll over.”

Lilly made her shaky muscles obey. When she was on her back, Jake put his arms under her bottom and thighs and guided her across the bed until her feet could rest on the mattress. He moved over her, settled between her legs and pushed his still hard cock back into her. Reaching down he stroked the outside of her thigh and slid his hand under her knee until she realized what he wanted.

Lilly wrapped her legs and arms around him and Jake settled deeper into her. She wanted this, too. Holding him, closer than close.

Jake kissed her languidly and rocked his body into hers. They were both spent, but Jake kept moving, one gentle glide after another, until the heat began to build again. The slip and slide of his naked skin against her became the focus of her world.

She stroked his back, his hair, his shoulders, his sides. As the heat became more intense, insistent, she slid her hands around to his rocking buttocks, urging him on.

This time, Jake came first, his tongue thrusting into her mouth in time with his hips. The hot liquid throbbing inside of her mouth and her vagina drove her to her own climax. She bit his lip, not too hard, as her stomach muscles clenched with aching pleasure.

Releasing her bite, she cried out in exhausted bliss, “I love you, too. Oh, Jake, too much.”

Jake kissed her mouth then dipped his nose to her ear, laughing soundlessly.

“That,” he said against her neck, “was worth the wait.”

He laughed out loud when she squeezed him tight with her arms and legs, and then her stomach growled loudly.

“Hungry?” he asked, pulling back to grin at her.

“Famished,” she said, unashamed, matching his smile.

Lilly drifted into splendid slumber, exhausted and sated. Good food and great sex, lots of both, left her feeling warm, full and loved. She’d barely entered the dream realm when she found herself watching her own boots as she crossed the barnyard. The sun was setting across the grain. He was there, a big man leaning against the fence, his back in shadow, his face illuminated by the setting sun. She set her boot on the bottom rail and pulled a stem of wheat from the ground, placing it between her teeth. She looked at his golden profile, etched it in her heart, and watched the sunset in the reflection of the man she loved so fiercely. There were no flames, no destruction. Only peace and the promise of a bountiful harvest.

Epilogue

“Daddy, Daddy, do it again! Do it again! Do the woofman!”

On cue, Jake dropped to a crouch behind a chair and looked furtively at the schoolhouse light, a glowing globe suspended from the ceiling in the kitchen.

“Is that…” he paused dramatically, looking aghast at Miles, “what I think it is?”

“It’s the moom! It’s the moom!” screeched Miles, hopping from foot to foot.

Lilly walked into the room just as Jake fell forward on to all fours and howled ferociously at the moon.

When he spied Lilly stopped at the doorway, hand to heart, gaping at him, he began to stalk her.

Miles stopped his gleeful dance, running to her rescue.

“Noooooo! Run, Mommy! Run, Mommy! It’s the woofman!”

But it was too late. The woofman scooped them both up and devoured them with kisses.

Later that night, Miles snug in his bed, Jake turned to her.

“I guess that decides it,” he said. Just this morning, over breakfast, he and Lilly had discussed, some might call it an argument, the merits of a wolfman remake.

Lilly ran her fingers through the silvery hair at his temples. She’d advocated hard for the script.

“Wise choice,” she said.

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