Kara
I had it. The first tangible proof that there was something buried on this island. Or at least that there had been pirates here once. I tried to distract Stone, tried to get him to ignore me. But the storm made that impossible.
He was on to me. He knew this wasn’t a button or a broken cup but something I’d been looking for. Even if it was just a small taste of what I thought could be on Ross Island.
He put his hand over mine and tugged just the littlest bit. It pulled me forward close to his chest. I forgot about the find and was suddenly nervous. Scared. Aroused beyond belief. I was so keyed up thanks to my discovering that it was almost like being high I guessed.
I was alone with the sexiest man I’d ever laid eyes on. We couldn’t leave this place, right now at least, and no one would dare come here in the squall. We were going to be in this shack together. Any other time we’d been alone, I’d wound up kissing him. Wound up almost naked. This time, I wanted to remove the almost.
I didn’t know what would come next and every second of my inexperience showed.
I put my hand on Stone’s chest. It was so hard, solid, and broad. And I looked up.
I felt I might explode with the tension between us. I was the kerosene lamp, and he was the flame.
Stone leaned down and kissed me. Our only point of contact was lip to lip. I stood still otherwise. Afraid to move. Afraid to take the next step.
So he did. I was in his hands. I was going to let him show me. I wanted him to.
Stone’s lips trailed down my neck, and I felt his hands gather the fabric of my t-shirt.
“You’re soaking wet. Let’s take this off.” He lifted it over my head, and I stood there in shorts and my bra. I worried for a second what I might look like to him.
“Jesus Kara.” His eyes looked at me with hunger. I stopped worrying.
Stone dropped to his knees and undid the button of my jeans shorts and peeled them down. I put a hand on his shoulder and stepped out of them. Now we were in all new Kara territory. I had never been this close to a man this nearly nude. I was scared but curious as hell.
Stone was still on his knees when I felt his mouth on me. He kissed me again but in a place that I hadn’t expected. I felt myself clench for him. I should have been shy. I should have been timid, but I wasn’t. I wanted more. I wanted to see and feel what Stone would do to me.
Stone trailed kisses up my stomach to my breasts and to my neck again. I swayed with the sensation.
I felt his fingers on my face.
“Open your eyes.” I did and looked in his eyes. They were intense and locked into mine. His intensity scared me a little, and I put my hands in front of my breasts. There was still time to say no and go back. Find my clothes. Something.
“Are you a virgin Kara?” He said and tilted my head up to his.
I trusted him. I didn’t know why but I did. So I answered honestly.
“Yes.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
His hands were slowly trailing up and down my back, each stroke downward slid my panties lower.
My body was answering the question by swaying into him and by following the motion his hands made. But I had to think. Did I want this? Was I ready?
The answer was yes. I didn’t know anything about Stone Calder but what he felt like. How he made me feel. But that was enough right now. I knew I was in his hands and wanted to stay there. I looked up.
“I don’t want you to stop. But…”
“What is it, love?”
“I’m scared.”
“I’ll take good care of you.”
I closed my eyes, and he put a soft kiss on each of the lids. His hands moved from my panties, now barely holding on at my hip bones, to the straps of my bra. I was so close to being totally naked and in his arms. This was three times farther than I’d ever gone with a man. Hell, I’d always been with boys.
I was trembling and unsure if it was my wet skin or from Stone’s touches.
He brought his lips back to mine. I darted forward to meet them over and over. Only just scratching the surface of the need that was pushing out every thought but ones filled with having more of Stone.
Stone scooped me up and brought me over to the bed in the corner of the shack. He lay down beside me, and I looked at him. He was magnificent. He was beautiful.
“Tell me if I’m crushing you.”
“I want you to crush me,” I said, and he pressed on top of me. I felt his hard length against me. It was almost painful, but I knew it was just the beginning. I wanted more. I needed skin on skin. And Stone understood.
He ran his fingers across my nipple, and I gasped. He pushed harder against me, and I found myself opening my legs to help him find the place I needed him to be. He slid my bra completely off and used his tongue and teeth to tease me more. I wanted him to take me all in, and I pulled his head closer. He slid off my panties, and I was finally naked under him. Completely ready for whatever he wanted to do.
He slid his fingers inside me first, and I felt the rising desperate need for more. But also fear. He was a big man. I was so unsure what to do.
“Relax. I’ll take it slow.” Somewhere along the line, he’d put on a condom. I was relieved. It was a conversation I didn’t have to have. A worry he removed.
Slowly his fingers were replaced by him. I tensed a little but before I could center on anything uncomfortable he slid my nipples in his mouth and sucked hard. The sensation there easing the sharp pain I felt as he slid in further. I felt split open for a split second.
“It’s okay. There, just move with me, baby.” He said, and slowly my hips rocked with his. The sharpness I’d felt was quickly gone and instead I felt something inside me grip him, want more of him, trap him to me. He pulsed into me as an answer. I felt more and more where I wanted him to be. He filled me up in a way I didn’t know was possible and he found a rhythm that my body demanded.
Stone supported his weight with his arms and let all the pressure, connection, and motion focus at our hips.
I went from fear to frenzy. From waiting to wanting. I grabbed his ass and pulled him in. My legs wrapped around him, and I held on to him.
When I thought I might go over, he stopped, still inside of me, and captured my gazed. I felt everything inside me quaking and almost screaming for him to move. My mouth in a silent ‘o,’ what was this? Did I do something?
And at that moment, he drove in deep with no reservation.
“Stone, God, Stone!” I chanted his name. This was more than I’d imagined. This was better than I hoped.
And this had to be just the beginning because this feeling was too good not to have again and again.
Stone
I’d never been someone’s first. Women who I ran with didn’t wait. And that was cool.
But this was different. Kara Ross had trusted me with something she hadn’t trusted anyone else on the planet with, and I wasn’t going to break that trust.
And I didn’t want to break her.
The sight of her coming apart, wanting more, trembling. It was a sealed deal for me in a way I hadn’t predicted. I thought I’d show her a thing or two. Maybe have some fun. I didn’t aim to hurt her, but I didn’t know how this moment she’d trusted me with would bind me to her.
I don’t think that was her intent, but it had. I wanted to show her more, hold her more, and keep her trust.
It was fucked up for sure. But I wasn’t one to analyze too much while I had a gorgeous naked woman in my arms.
“You’re okay?”
“I’m fucking brilliant,” she murmured, “but excuse me one second.”
There was a door, and I assumed that led to whatever accommodations this shack had. The storm raged on the outside, and I was happy it did. Who knew what she’d want the moment she could get out of her.
She came back a few seconds later, and though the light was dim, I could still see her body. I wanted to explore it more. Put my hands on every curve and hollow. I opened my arm, and she lay down in the space next to me. It was a perfect fit.
I rolled over a little to look at her. She was a talker, and I wasn’t surprised when she started asking me questions.
“So, was that good? Was it okay? I have no idea what to even ask,” she said.
“That was off the chart. Insane doll baby. Perfection.” I kissed her on the top of her head. I tried to remember what it was like to be new at this. I couldn’t. I could only try to see it through her beautiful eyes.
She used her free hand to scratch my back. I am pretty sure my eyes rolled in the back of my head when her nails reached around and gave my back a light scratch. It was my weakness, the back scratch.
“You like that?” She had a smile on her lips that was sexy as hell.
“I am half bear.”
“I can tell.” She circled me and ran the entire expanse of my shoulders with her soft touch.
“Jesus.” I had no idea what that was about. I just let her scratch my back.
I couldn’t resist touching her. I turned around and slid my hands around her middle and squeezed her tight. She wrapped herself around me, arms and legs and all. I took a kiss from that sexy mouth. It was hot and delicious.
The thunder clapped outside, and a smell of ozone filled the air. Something was unleashing outside just as Kara unleashed in the beach cabin.
“Is it too soon to, well, go again,” she was asking me? Had I died and gone to heaven? Maybe I did get hit by lightning.
I didn’t need more than one question. Her nipples were hard pebbles and dappled with the sweat now and a little salty from the rain and salt we’d been doused with. I licked at them. She was probably tender. I knew I’d need to be gentle, but things were getting urgent again. More urgent. And less tender.
I buried myself in her center for a moment and scored her soft secret flesh with my teeth. It was her turn to moan, and she did but then pulled me up to her. Our lips met again, and it was electric.
“I don’t know if I can keep being gentle with you.” I leaned over her and the length of our bodies touched. I wanted to touch every inch of her flesh but later. Soon. Now though I could feel her need as strong as mine. I slid a condom on and slid into her, slowly.
She gasped, and I withdrew a little.
“It’s okay. More, please. More,” she said.
So more it was. She fit me like a glove. She was so tight I felt her around every inch of me. She held on to my shoulders, and I was blown away by the feel of her, the scent, her intensity and her trust.
Instantly and completely. No woman had ever fit just this way. The gentle slide into her burned hot and fast. I arched and sank deeper inside. Her answering cry pushed me further. As soft as I’d been before with her I couldn’t hold back this time.
I slid my hands behind her and pulled her in closer. So close we were one. Both of us strained against each other, pushing, pulling and moving without thinking.
I drove in again and held her there. The storm was kicking up outside, and the loudest thunder clap yet shook the wood planked walls, the lightning gave the room a blue filter. I’d never done this, never felt the need, but we locked eyes while I thrust inside of her. Kara was connected to me and yet searching. We were entwined, and the lightning felt like it passed from her eyes to mine.
“Oh my God.” She said. I had no answer but to move again. I was harder, almost punishing. I needed her to know exactly what this was. It was me claiming something I didn’t even know I was searching for. But I wasn’t going to let it go. I wasn’t going to let her go.
I was consumed with the desire for her to know, for the world to know, she was mine.
The force of my climax shocked me. And it sealed my fate. This was the woman I needed, who belonged to me. This woman was a stranger to my life but had become a part of my body and soul.
I felt her walls pulse around me and grip tightly to me until we were both spent. Shocked. And sated.
I rolled her on top of me so I wouldn’t suffocate her. My interest had turned from sex and steam to this overwhelming need to shelter her and really learn who she was. I’d fallen in love with everything she was about.
“Was I too much? I meant to be softer but…”
“It was perfect, raw, something else, maybe the storm? I don’t know. But it was perfect.”
“I didn’t hurt you did I?”
“I’m okay. Stunned but okay.”
“Stunned is a good word.”
I squeezed her tighter to me.
“So, what are you looking for in the storm Kara Ross?”
“Everything.” I didn’t know what that answer meant. I didn’t know what this meant. I didn’t care. I just wanted to fuck her again. In this shack on the boat anywhere I could think of.
Kara sat up, and there was a different fire in her eyes.
“Who are you, Stone Calder?”
“Do you need that now?”
“I don’t know you and yet I feel like I do. Like we’re so connected, it scares the shit out of me.”
“Don’t be afraid. Just be.” I didn’t want her to push. I didn’t have an answer to give her right now.
“I’m not sure I can do that,” she said.
“You just did. Come here.” And I rolled her on top of me. Her questions dissolved as the sparks grew between us again. I kissed her, and it was about to turn into something again. But she pulled up and away from me. Just a few inches but it was farther away than I wanted her.
“You know plenty about me. I live here, my family lived here, I’m a science geek with a grease monkey brother, who’s in debt up to my eyeballs to the town douche bag.”
“And you own an island with the best fucking shack I’ve ever been in.”
“Fucking shack? I’ll have to get that put on a sign. And the island is in hock. So you, what about you?” I answered what I could. Gave her the tiniest bit of insight. The real truth was going to scare the shit out of her. I knew that.
“I’m a lone biker. I’ve bounced at bars, worked security, and do not have a degree in biology.”
“What then?”
“Supply chain management.” She laughed hard, and it shook her body. I loved it, the way she jiggled against me as my answer hit her in the right place.
She didn’t have to know that I did actually have a degree in supply chain. It came in handy with Great Wolves M.C.’s business ventures but didn’t get the ladies hot. It was best she believed only the parts that were believable.
“Supply chain management. You’re a real comedian Stone.” She leaned back to me. Her lips touched mine. I nipped at hers and caught the lower one in my teeth. I tugged her closer, and she rubbed her gorgeous body up and down mine. This was happening again.
This was happening again right now.
Biker, bouncer, muscle. She was right. She didn’t know the heart of why I was here.
But she was hiding something too. Something in the sand outside had her obsessed, and it had nothing to do with me.
We clearly both had secrets to keep.
I kissed again. Hard. And she kissed back.
This time, I’d show her how to be on top. I’d watch her move. I’d put my hands on her breasts as she slid up and down. I’d let her learn what she liked the best. And I’d show her what I needed.
But it wouldn’t be long. It couldn’t be.
I was going to hurt Kara. It hurt me to think about it. But it had to be so.
I wanted to stay in this shack. Give her all the pleasure her tight little body could handle. But very soon I’d have to roll out of here. I’d have to leave her. She’d be cursing my name instead of screaming it.
And it wouldn’t be long. But for now. It hurt to even be an inch away from her.
I wanted to kiss her until she fell asleep in my arms.
The storm outside died down just as the one on the horizon for us kicked up.