A Splash of Hope (10 page)

A rush of relief flooded her system at his confession. “Then what are you waiting for? Show me your bedroom and for once, do as you’re told.”

Faith held her breath as she waited for him to make the next move. If he didn’t agree, then it was over. There was no way this would work on an unwilling man.

He turned and waved for her to follow as he headed into an open doorway.

“You don’t have a crop or whip hidden somewhere in that outfit, do you?” he asked over his shoulder.

“No whips, only handcuffs. Now get undressed,” she demanded, releasing the breath she was holding as she realized he was going to agree. She was even more relieved at the sight of the huge king-sized bed with thick oak rungs lining the headboard. She might’ve noticed more details about the room if Adam wasn’t so captivating.

He slid the zipper of his jeans the rest of the way down and pushed them off his hips. She let her gaze fall away from his face as she took in the glorious expanse of his body. He kicked out of the rest of his clothing while she watched. Her nipples hardened. Each of his well-defined muscles rippled as he climbed on to the bed. Her eyes followed the flexing muscles in his ass until they were hidden from her view as he stretched out onto his back. His jutting erection brushed his navel as he waited patiently for her next move. It was going to be torturous avoiding his delicious dick, she knew, especially since her mouth was already watering from her desire to taste it. She tore her eyes away from it as she snapped first one wrist in the metal cuff, before threading it through the rungs of the headboard and snapping it around Adam’s other wrist. A rush of power flowed through Faith’s veins at the sound of the handcuffs clicking closed. He belonged to her now. She could do whatever she wanted. Her mind flooded with possibilities.

“I could leave you here,” she taunted, and Adam let out a nervous chuckle.

“I don’t think you’re capable of such a thing.”

“But you’re not one hundred percent sure, are you?” she asked.

“No,” he admitted. “I don’t know for sure, but I do know if you leave, then you won’t get to sit on my face and ride my tongue until your juices are running down my cheeks.”

Faith turned her back to him and busied herself unsnapping her belt so he wouldn’t see how his words affected her. Her hands shook as she set the heavy work belt aside. A gush of moisture pooled between her legs as the picture he painted flashed across her mind. Somehow, she managed to cling to her composure. She stripped out of her clothes while he watched. His eyes moved over her body with an intensity that felt like a caress. It was then she almost abandoned her plan. She wanted to fuck him. The need to feel him buried inside her was almost crippling. The only thing stopping her was the sure knowledge that if she gave in, then he would always win.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” he growled. Faith cupped her breasts and squeezed lightly to relieve some of the pressure. From there, she began sliding her hands downward.

“Do you know how many nerve endings there are in the tip of your cock?” she asked, thankful at how steady her voice sounded.

He stayed silent but she’d not been expecting an answer. She hoped he was already too turned on to respond.

“Me neither, exactly,” she admitted. “But, they say it’s the same exact amount as a woman’s clit.” She ran her fingertip over her clit as she said the words. “And I know how sensitive that is.”

The handcuffs rattled as he attempted to reach for her, seeming to forget for a moment he was restrained.

“Do you think I could fit this whole thing into my mouth?” she asked, clasping his cock and tugging upward once, as if measuring it. Tilting her head to one side, she pretended to puzzle over it.

“Why don’t you try it and find out,” he taunted, but it sounded more like a plea.

Faith licked the tip of her finger then traced a circle around the tip of his dick leaving a trail of moisture behind. “It would be a tight fit, but I think I’d start here.” She traced the circle one last time before pulling her hand away. “My tongue could trace every line until you were soaking wet, making it easier for you to slide down my throat.” Adam groaned at her words, and Faith bit back a smile. “Can you feel my throat tightening around your dick as my tongue stokes you? Can you feel the rush of pleasure as I hollow out my cheeks and suck?”

Adam’s eyes had fallen closed during her description. When they opened again, they were bright with lust. His cheeks looked flushed and entirely too sexy.

“
Goddamn,
woman,” he moaned.

Faith bent, placing a hand on either side of his hips. Her hair fell forward. She allowed it to brush his shaft as she slowly moved up his body and straddled his abdomen. She carefully avoided having any other contact with his swollen member. His skin felt hot against her soaking wet cunt and a pulse beat like a drum in her pussy as it begged for attention. Pressing the palms of her hands against his chest, she mapped out each hard line, including his nipples.

“You’re so wet. Let me help you out with that. I could lick it clean,” he offered.

Faith’s smile felt wicked as she reached between her legs and dipped one finger inside her channel. “I’m a big girl, Adam. I know how to take care of myself, but you can have a taste,” she offered, bringing her hand to his mouth. He lifted his head, taking her finger between his lips and curling his tongue around it. The rough pull of his mouth sucked the juices away and his head dropped back down on the pillow. He closed his eyes and a look of unadulterated pleasure fell over his features.

“Delicious,” he sighed. “I want more. Climb up here and give me more.”

Instead of doing as he demanded, she leaned forward and touched her lips to his. “Show me what I taste like to you,” she whispered against his mouth and he opened letting her in. Their tongues entwined and Faith rocked herself against his stomach. The contact caused the perfect amount of friction between them. Tearing her mouth away, Faith moaned as she began to ride Adam’s tight muscles between her legs.

“An inch lower and I could be buried inside you, stretching you wide. Nobody knows how to please a woman like a man with money and time on his hands.”

“And nobody knows how to tease a man like an ex-stripper,” she pointed out, as she nipped lightly at the side of his neck.

*

Adam strained against the handcuffs as his hips lifted from the bed. He felt crazed with lust. It would only take the slightest brush of her fingertips to have him blowing off, but she stayed out of reach. She was close enough he could feel the heat from her skin but too far away to fully satisfy him. His lust boarded on pain. He knew he’d give her anything in that moment, if only she would bring this torture to an end. He’d even tell her the truth.

“I love you.”

As the fevered words tumbled from his lips, Faith froze. The crazed haze keeping his vision blurred cleared away, and the world snapped back into focus as their gazes collided. His rapidly beating heart slowed to a steady pace as he stared into the eyes of the woman who was his whole world.

“It has always been you,” he admitted. “What you see as manipulation is, in truth, desperation. It’s me grasping at straws to be with you.”

“It’s been two years,” she whispered.

He shook his head. “Two years is nothing but time. Don’t you understand yet?” he asked, desperate to make her see. “Time, distance, and obstacles mean nothing when it comes to us. We were
meant
to be together. You have to love me back because no one else ever will. Not like you.”

Faith’s eyes filled with tears.

“I do love you, Adam.”

“Then kiss me,” he begged, frantic to taste her. She leaned close enough for him to take control of her mouth and he growled hungrily against it. “Now, take these damn handcuffs off so I can fuck you properly.”

Faith was off the bed and back, removing the restraints before the warmth of her skin left his. As soon as he was free, he had her crushed beneath him. Without giving her time to catch her breath, he snaked his forearm underneath her knee. Lifting it up, he entered her in one motion. Their kiss was as fierce as their lovemaking while they both fought for dominance. She bit his bottom lip as her nails scored his back. He gave her everything he had. Her hot, tight heat squeezed him and his balls drew up almost painfully with his need to come inside her, but he wasn’t going anywhere without her. She moaned and her muscles spasmed. Her orgasm caused him to lose control. As the pleasure rolled down his back, he let her leg fall to the bed. Cupping her face in his hands, he gentled his kiss. His heart turned over in his chest as reality crashed down on him. Faith was here, in his arms and his bed. Even as he rolled to his side and tucked her body in close to his, he couldn’t believe the woman who was buried so deeply under his skin was finally going to belong to him.

He could tell by Faith’s steady breathing that she was almost asleep, but a slight panic built up inside him as he realized how much he now stood to lose. He was almost scared to sleep. What if it turned out to be a dream and she was gone when he awoke? “Promise me you won’t disappear on me again,” he whispered into her hair.

Faith gave his arm a tired pat. “I’m not going anywhere. There’s this new bakery in town. It has the most delicious desserts I’ve ever tasted. You know how much I love to eat.”

Adam felt a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth at her answer. He held her a little tighter than was necessary, but for the first time in a long time, he felt hopeful about the future.

Epilogue

The cold wind bit at the back of Tristan’s neck as he sat huddled against the harsh winter air, on a concrete bench beside Harmony’s grave.

“Guess what I did today?” he asked, uncaring if anyone was watching him speak to a headstone.

“I watched Faith marry Adam Monroe. Not only did I watch, I guess I also had a hand in it since I was the one who married them.” Tristan smiled as he spoke into the empty air. “She looked beautiful and it seems Adam isn’t too bad of a guy after all. I guess you already knew that.”

Another gust of wind tugged at the edges of Tristan’s coat. He barely registered the dip in temperature.

“I always assumed the Monroe men were heartless, but now they’re married to our baby sisters, and you know what? I think they really love them.”

Tristan watched as a snowflake floated to ground, carefully avoiding the sight of his wife’s grave. He came to visit her almost every day, but he was never able to stare directly at her name etched into stone. She’d been so young and she didn’t belong there. “I miss you a lot today,” he whispered, but the sound was carried away on the wind.

The End…for now…

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Charity Parkerson is an award winning and multi-published author with Ellora's Cave Publishing, Indie Publishing House LLC, and Punk & Sissy Publications. Born with no filter from her brain to her mouth, she decided to take this odd quirk and insert it in her characters.

*Winner of 2, 2014 Readers' Favorite Awards
*2014 Golden Ankh Nominee
*2013 Readers' Favorite Award Winner
*2013 Reviewers' Choice Award Winner
*2012 ARRA Finalist for Favorite Paranormal Romance
*Five-time winner of The Mistress of the Darkpath