I’m still…uncertain.”
“Share me? Is that why you were chasing away the rest of the guys?”
“I still don’t think I can handle seeing you making love with another member of the pod. I know that it’s not right for me to feel jealous, but it’s a reality.”
Chelsea sat up, straddling his hips. Was he serious? She’d never dreamed that would be an issue. “Thank you for telling me, but I’m not looking for another lover.”
“Not right now, but you will. It’s normal, Chelsea, it’s a natural part of the urges you have as a merfolk. My reaction is the one that’s twisted and wrong. Tell me you’ve never had two lovers in your bed—”
“I haven’t.”
“—ah.” Braden choked off in midsentence.
Chelsea leaned over and stroked his chest, loving the feel of the ridges of muscles under her fingers. “I wasn’t a virgin, but when I said you were the one I desired, I meant it. I’ve watched and waited and downright hurt with wanting you.”
“Never?” He looked stunned. “You’ve never…”
She smoothed a finger over his lips. “Shh. You’re right, I might need someone else at some point, but for now you’re more than enough.”
She shifted slowly. The friction between their bodies heated her up and drove her crazy at the same time. Lifting her hips she reached between her legs to grasp his erect shaft, fondling the tender skin covering the head.
“Oh damn, baby. That feels freaking marvelous…holy shit.” Braden fell back with a groan, his head crashing onto the pillow.
Chelsea closed her eyes as she sank onto him, the thick girth of his cock stretching her passage. She rocked downward again and again, each motion bringing him a little deeper. Their skin rubbed together with an erotic flare, her nerve endings sensitized, and she craved more. She switched to long, smooth strokes—savoring the fullness, the sensual pressure and heat. Each propelled pleasure into her core. Braden cupped her breasts, teasing her nipples to hard points then making endless circles with his thumbs over the aching peaks.
Nothing but physical sensation remained. Her climax approached leisurely this time, the languorous pulses of her hips prolonging her building excitement. She wanted to savor every second.
“Look at me.” Braden clasped her hips to hold her still. “I want to watch you. I need to see you come this time.”
She stared down into his face. He released his grasp and let her resume control. They watched each other draw closer to climax. The room filled with the light of a million fireflies as all their tightly held emotion streamed out. Pleasure wrapped around them and tied them together until it burst in a blaze of energy. She cried out his name and he smiled, a second before his eyes closed and he came, his cock jerking within her sheath. The rapid pulses of her orgasm rolled in waves, drawing out his pleasure, setting off another series of reactions within her.
They both took deep breaths at the same time, and Chelsea laughed. She rolled off and curled up at his side.
“You going to be okay if I stay here? I’m kinda still in shock. I keep thinking I’m going to wake up and this is going to all be a dream.”
Braden tucked her closer, the heat of his body enveloping her as he tugged the sheets over their naked bodies. “You just try to get away. It’s not happening.”
She settled in and relaxed, staring contentedly at his face until the lights of the room faded and she fell asleep.
Chapter Six
Jamie watched in a daze, uncertain if his blood pounded from racing up the stairs or from the sight before his eyes.
He’d left the bar as soon as he discovered Chelsea was gone. His groin ached, his body on fire ever since she’d stepped out on the stage in that excuse for a bikini. When she’d centered her attention on him, it had been enough to break him. Screw trying to make Braden jealous, he wanted her for himself. He’d slipped backstage only to find she’d already
“Share me? Is that why you were chasing away the rest of the guys?”
“I still don’t think I can handle seeing you making love with another member of the pod. I know that it’s not right for me to feel jealous, but it’s a reality.”
Chelsea sat up, straddling his hips. Was he serious? She’d never dreamed that would be an issue. “Thank you for telling me, but I’m not looking for another lover.”
“Not right now, but you will. It’s normal, Chelsea, it’s a natural part of the urges you have as a merfolk. My reaction is the one that’s twisted and wrong. Tell me you’ve never had two lovers in your bed—”
“I haven’t.”
“—ah.” Braden choked off in midsentence.
Chelsea leaned over and stroked his chest, loving the feel of the ridges of muscles under her fingers. “I wasn’t a virgin, but when I said you were the one I desired, I meant it. I’ve watched and waited and downright hurt with wanting you.”
“Never?” He looked stunned. “You’ve never…”
She smoothed a finger over his lips. “Shh. You’re right, I might need someone else at some point, but for now you’re more than enough.”
She shifted slowly. The friction between their bodies heated her up and drove her crazy at the same time. Lifting her hips she reached between her legs to grasp his erect shaft, fondling the tender skin covering the head.
“Oh damn, baby. That feels freaking marvelous…holy shit.” Braden fell back with a groan, his head crashing onto the pillow.
Chelsea closed her eyes as she sank onto him, the thick girth of his cock stretching her passage. She rocked downward again and again, each motion bringing him a little deeper. Their skin rubbed together with an erotic flare, her nerve endings sensitized, and she craved more. She switched to long, smooth strokes—savoring the fullness, the sensual pressure and heat. Each propelled pleasure into her core. Braden cupped her breasts, teasing her nipples to hard points then making endless circles with his thumbs over the aching peaks.
Nothing but physical sensation remained. Her climax approached leisurely this time, the languorous pulses of her hips prolonging her building excitement. She wanted to savor every second.
“Look at me.” Braden clasped her hips to hold her still. “I want to watch you. I need to see you come this time.”
She stared down into his face. He released his grasp and let her resume control. They watched each other draw closer to climax. The room filled with the light of a million fireflies as all their tightly held emotion streamed out. Pleasure wrapped around them and tied them together until it burst in a blaze of energy. She cried out his name and he smiled, a second before his eyes closed and he came, his cock jerking within her sheath. The rapid pulses of her orgasm rolled in waves, drawing out his pleasure, setting off another series of reactions within her.
They both took deep breaths at the same time, and Chelsea laughed. She rolled off and curled up at his side.
“You going to be okay if I stay here? I’m kinda still in shock. I keep thinking I’m going to wake up and this is going to all be a dream.”
Braden tucked her closer, the heat of his body enveloping her as he tugged the sheets over their naked bodies. “You just try to get away. It’s not happening.”
She settled in and relaxed, staring contentedly at his face until the lights of the room faded and she fell asleep.
Chapter Six
Jamie watched in a daze, uncertain if his blood pounded from racing up the stairs or from the sight before his eyes.
He’d left the bar as soon as he discovered Chelsea was gone. His groin ached, his body on fire ever since she’d stepped out on the stage in that excuse for a bikini. When she’d centered her attention on him, it had been enough to break him. Screw trying to make Braden jealous, he wanted her for himself. He’d slipped backstage only to find she’d already
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