Read Finally (Mature Men, #3) Online

Authors: Marilyn Lee

Tags: #bbw romance, #Native American hero, #multicultural romance, #interracial romance, #confession

Finally (Mature Men, #3) (17 page)

Cheeks hot, she opened her eyes. Jefferson slid into the driver’s seat.

“So?”

“The power is out and it’s cold as hell out there and inside. We’ll be snowed in if this damn snow doesn’t stop soon.”

A feeling of delight danced through her. It was difficult not to laugh out loud or at least grin! She cast a quick glance upwards. Someone up there must think it was time to give her a chance at happiness. Or at least a taste of bliss, Calder style.

“There’s a fireplace in the cabin,” she reminded him. She went hot and then cold at the thought of lying naked and aroused in front of a roaring fire with Jefferson lying on top of her, between her legs, loving away all her emotional aches and pains.

He squinted through the windshield. “Maybe we should go back while we can.”

She fought back panic. “It took five hours to get here. God only knows how long it will take to get back. Why don’t we just go inside, start a fire, and get something to eat? I’m tired and hungry.”
And desperate to be alone and snowbound with you.

He sighed. “Okay.”

She released her seatbelt and moved to open her door.

His arm brushed against her breasts as he reached across her to place a hand on hers over the door handle. “It’s cold as hell and slippery out there. Stay here while I start a fire and get our stuff inside.”

Very aware of his arm brushing against her body, she turned her head. His gray eyes were inches away. “It will go faster if I help carry our bags inside.”

“Stay inside,” he said again, withdrew his arm, and got out.

Enjoying the warmth of the SUV, she watched him make several trips to the cabin. She had seen how chivalrous he could be when he was in love, but he’d always tended to treat her like an old family friend instead of a woman he wanted or needed to play Sir Galahad with. So he could be a gentleman when it came to her. A smile touched her lips.

Fifteen minutes later, he emerged from the cabin and opened her door. She turned off the engine, removed the keys, and was surprised when he placed his hands on her waist and lifted her down.

She smiled at him. “Thanks.”

“Be careful,” he said and turned away.

She took a step, her right foot landed on a slick patch of snow and slid out from under her. “Jefferson!”

He whirled around, slightly off balance, his arm shooting around her waist. “It’s all right. I’ve got you,” he said against her forehead.

Heart hammering, she sighed and leaned against him, laughing weakly. “That was close.”

“Too close. I told you it was slippery as hell out here.” He took a step back to balance himself. His foot hit a slick patch. He made a small sound of surprise, his arm tightened around her waist, and he lost his balance.

She tried to steady him, but he was too big and heavy. He fell, taking her with him. He slammed onto the snow with her on top of him. “Damn! What more could possibly go wrong?” he demanded furiously.

From where Sharde lay, sprawled between his legs, things were perfect. She lifted her head and looked down into his eyes, laughing.

He frowned. “Exactly what amuses you about our present situation?”

Her smile widened. “You’re awfully cute sprawled in the snow like a six-foot plus snowman.”

His eyes danced with amusement and he laughed. “You’re nuts, Sharde.”

“Yes,” she admitted, softening her voice. “About you.”

In Blood and Worth Loving Excerpt
© 2009 Marilyn Lee
All rights reserved

T
he door of the master bedroom to the Mountain Retreat opened.

Brandi Knight, standing in front of the full-length mirrors mounted on the closet doors, had a clear view of the door.

A tall, handsome man with the high cheekbones of a Native American male filled the doorway. He had short dark hair silvering at the temples. His face was unlined. He appeared to be what she considered the perfect age for a lover—just over forty. He had wide shoulders, a narrow waist, and long legs. His dark pullover, opened at the neck, revealed an enticing glimpse of his massive chest. He projected an air of mystery and danger. Brandi could easily imagine him bare-chested with the sun glinting off his blue-black hair, astride a horse galloping across the Plaines eager to return home to ravish his woman.

His woman. She savored the thought of being his woman. Was this just another fantasy? Her constant struggle to be a good girl had ended a year earlier with the death of the aging grandparents who raised her. After her parents’ death, they had sought to impress upon her the need to carefully choose her boyfriends. Eager to please them, she had only dated men of whom they approved. With the sharp edge of grief dulled, her years of pretending she didn’t prefer bad boys to good ones were over.

She was finally about to reap the reward for the years of dating safe and dull men who left her emotionally untouched and sexually dissatisfied. This weekend she would get to be the lucky woman the handsome bad boy, Adrian, teased and pleased.

She flashed him a quick, tentative smile. 

“And just who the hell are you?”

The obvious displeasure in the deep, sexy baritone with the hint of a southern drawl diminished some of her excitement. She moistened her lips. “My name is Brandi.”

His eyes narrowed and his nostrils flared. “Brandi?”

She nodded. “Yes. Brandi with an I.”

“You’re Brandi Knight?”

“Yes.”

“You’re Rayna’s co-worker?”

“Yes.” Having seen his picture on Rayna’s desk at the library branch where they both worked, she knew who he was. As Rayna had promised, he did not disappoint. “And you’re Adrian.”

“Yes. I’m Adrian.”

She gave him another tentative smile in the mirror. “We have all weekend to get to know each other.”

“All weekend?”

Why was he repeating everything she said? “Yes.”

“Oh, hell, no!” He slammed the door shut.

A sudden air of menace permeated the room. In the act of turning to face him, she froze. Ok, Brandi, maybe agreeing to this weekend was not one of your brighter ideas.

He took a slow deep breath. It didn’t seem to help. In the mirror, she saw him clench and unclench his right hand. He leaned back against the door, staring into the mirror at her.

If her research was accurate, the fact that he cast a reflection indicated he wasn’t evil. But he sure as hell was mad. Brandi could almost feel his fury as he allowed his steel-blue eyes to rake along her back. She suspected he didn’t like the view. What now? What did a good girl who wanted to be bad do when her chosen bad boy didn’t want to be bad with her?

“Tell me this is a belated April Fool’s joke that you and Rayna are having at my expense.”

Oh, Rayna. What did you tell him about me? He didn’t look like a male with a preference for full-figured black women. “April Fool’s was last month,” she reminded him.

“I said belated. So you’re telling me this isn’t a joke?”

Brandi hesitated. Each of her answers seemed to increase his anger. “No. It’s not a joke.”

“It had better be.”

Oh, great. He was definitely not amused or interested. “I—”

“If you think for one minute that I’m going to spend the weekend here with you, you...” He pushed himself away from the door.

She froze and sucked in a breath. Whatever misstatements Rayna might have made to him, she hadn’t misled Brandi. The male stalking across the room towards her with bared incisors was clearly the real thing. After years of fantasizing about spending her birthday with a man capable of validating her belief in the supernatural, she’d made a fatal error in her attempt to be bad. She was alone in a remote cabin with a vampire she hoped wasn’t angry enough to kill her. 

* * *

A
drian Redwolfe felt as if the top of his head was on fire. Rayna had gone too damn far this time. After months of indecision, in a weak moment, he’d finally admitted he was ready for a monogamous relationship. Insisting she had the perfect mate for him, Rayna  had lured him to the Redwolfe family Pocono Mountain retreat with the promise of a weekend with a pretty, slender green-eyed supermodel with long, blond tresses.

He had half-expected to arrive and find his longtime friend and lover, Marcella awaiting him. Instead, he found himself alone with a full-figured, human plain Jane. Her dark hair was shorter than his was. The cream bra and thong she wore looked as if she’d stuffed herself into them.

Although he couldn’t hurt the female he and his brothers had reared as their niece, her duplicitous friend was another matter. She would suffer the consequences for having deceived him.

He stopped several feet from the woman, allowing his gaze to slide down her body. Her ass was so large the back of the thong was nearly lost in her crack. Each cheek was round and brown. In the act of curling his lip, he paused. Actually, her skin tone reminded him more of rich, dark, melt-in-your-mouth-decadent chocolate. The kind Marcella said made her wet and ready for a night of mindless fucking.

The dark three-inch heels the woman wore drew attention to her plus sized thighs and her long legs. He looked at her ass again and found it difficult to look away. Damn. It was large, but very nice. While he stood staring at it, she turned to face him.

He raised his gaze to her face. Although she was plain as hell, she had dark, sexy eyes, beautiful, clear skin and full, soft looking lips. He glanced at her breasts. His cock stirred. Damn if she didn’t possess the largest natural breasts he’d ever seen. Each round mound spilled out from the cutout bra to reveal dark aureoles that must have been an inch wide. Talk about all day suckers. Maybe she wasn’t so plain after all.

He looked down her body. Surprisingly, the noticeable swell of her belly generated heat in his balls instead of repulsing him. A strategic opening in the thong highlighted a pretty, unshaved pussy. The dark outer lips glistened with moisture and seemed to beckon his cock.

He inhaled, filling his nostrils with her musky aroma. A pussy this fragrant sole purpose was to provide some lucky male with a weekend of endless pleasure.  His cock roared to life, making a tent in his pants.

Get a grip, Redwolfe. She’s the last woman you can bed. She conspired with Rayna to trick you.
His attempts to maintain his anger at having been misled and deceived did little to put out the flame of need tightening his nuts.

This Brandi Knight was definitely not his idea of a prospective lover, but he was at the mercy of his ravenous need for blood and sex. He’d have to make do with her at least for the night. Consumed with lust, he undressed quickly. As he straightened from pulling off his socks, he heard her gasp.

He was longer and thicker than most men. First sight of his cock either caused amazed delight or a frightened shriek in his prospective lovers.

He looked up to find her gaze locked on his fully erect shaft, which protruded in front of his body.

She dragged the tip of her tongue lasciviously over her parted lips while she pulled at one nipple and finger fucked herself.

Scenting her pussy filling with moisture, he could almost taste his need for blood and sex. He looked at her breasts and her pussy, wet and fragrant, begging for penetration. Rampant lust replaced the last vestige of his rage.

He stalked across the room to the hard, armless chair positioned in front of the closet mirrors. He sank down on it and beckoned to her.

Her hands stilled.

Under her lingering fear of him, he sensed a deep and untapped wealth of passion and a need to completely surrender her body and soul for the first time. She wanted him to dominate her physically and emotionally.

He allowed his gaze to linger on her breasts before sliding down her belly to the valley between her legs. His balls tightened.

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