The Private Serials Box Set(57)

"The only family I have left is in Russia and I haven't seen them since I  was a small child. Any other friends I had were friends of Derrek's."  She slumped further against me and I hugged her closer. "You're all I  have."

Her words, although they meant the world to me, left her feeling less,  left her lacking. She needed her friends just as much as she needed me,  but wasn't allowing herself to be close to them. I wanted so badly to  just shake her and tell her to go back to Portland, that I would keep  her safe and far away from the memories of Derrek, that she didn't have  to punish herself this way. But I knew she needed to come to that  conclusion on her own. I knew Lena, and I knew the decision to be in  Portland needed to be hers alone, so I didn't push. I couldn't help but  wonder when Lena would take something for herself. She'd spent years in a  marriage of giving and giving up, and did nothing but sacrifice for  others I resolved in that moment that I would try to help her realize  that she deserved to take what she wanted, that she deserved the same  happiness anyone else did.

"Everything is going to be all right. I swear. If I'm all you have then  I'll be all you need." I leaned back and pressed a kiss against her  forehead. "Will you drink this water for me and take these pills? I need  you to sober up a little so we can have a conversation."         

     



 

"Is everything all right?" she asked anxiously.

"Yeah. Just do this for me and then get ready for bed and I'll meet you there after I shower."

She nodded then tipped up on her toes, trying to reach my lips with  hers-always failing since I was so much taller than her. So I smiled and  leaned down to meet her, accepting the way her lush lips pressed into  mine, the way her meek and shy tongue asked gently for permission to  enter, then took more from her than I had anticipated when my tongue  took a few wide sweeps through her mouth.

I pulled away, not wanting to take the kiss further, needing, instead, to clear the air between us.

"Go, babe. I'll meet you in the bedroom in a bit."

She smiled, turned away from me, and made her way down the hall. I  scrubbed my hands down my face, trying to build up some nerve to have a  discussion with Lena that could really go one of two ways. I made my way  to the bathroom and showered, distracted, trying to piece together what  I would say to her, how I would tell the woman I loved I was being  forced to kill her husband.

I stepped out of the shower, confidence at an all-time high, convinced I  was going to march into the bedroom and tell her the truth, tell her  about Edgar and Derrek, and everything would work out for the best. I  wrapped a towel around my waist and marched into the room, only to be  stopped in my tracks by the sight of Lena kneeling on the bed.

Her black, luscious hair was falling down her back, her knees were  spread, and her hands rested on her thighs. She was wearing what looked  like a short lace dress. It obviously wasn't made to wear in public and  was more of the bedroom variety of dress, but it was absolutely sexy.  The lace did nothing to hide the brownish-pink color of her nipples, nor  the fact that they were hard and straining through the lace itself.

"Fuck me," I mumbled, still standing in the doorway.

"That's the idea," she responded, her voice deep and sultry. She lifted  one hand and crooked a finger at me, and I'll be damned if my feet  didn't move of their own accord. I couldn't have stopped myself if I'd  tried-which I didn't. When I made it to the foot of the bed, she lifted  to her knees and her hands slid up my body, starting at my waist and  trailing all the way up to my shoulders. Once she had a firm grasp on me  there, she pulled me in closer to her. I watched as her mouth came to  press a kiss right in the center of my chest, moving to one side,  licking my nipple, then moved to the other side and repeated the  attention on the other. Her lips moved up my chest and headed for my  neck, leaving a trail of kisses. When she met the skin just below my  neck she sucked and my knees nearly gave out.

"Lena, please, we need to talk." I groaned at my own words. Her hands  moved down my sides then gripped the towel, pulling it from me, leaving  me bare.

"We can talk, but we can only say dirty words."

I tried to keep my laugh in, but she was too goddamned cute. Lena was  sexy all of the time, so watching her trying to be sexy was hilarious.  "You don't know any good dirty words," I teased. If she was offended, I  couldn't tell. She continued her assault against the skin on my neck,  her words coming out between kisses, licks, and bites.

"Dick," she whispered.

"Sweetheart, dick is a nicer way of saying cock. Cock is the dirty word  you're looking for." My hands came to her waist. I loved the way the  lace looked on her, but I didn't like the way it felt on my hands. I  wanted her skin.

"Fuck," she whispered again, sounding more determined. I could admit,  hearing the word come from her, raspy and vibrating against my skin, was  definitely sexy.

"Closer." I surprised her by climbing onto the bed. It made me taller  than her again so her lips were forced from my neck. I wrapped my arm  around her waist and pulled her to me, I wound the other hand in her  hair and pulled back so her eyes found mine. "Try again."

"I want to feel your cock in my pussy." Her eyes never left mine as she  bravely said words I'd never heard her utter before, but her breath  faltered; she was obviously affected on a base level.

"Oh yeah? What else?" My pulse raced, wanting to do everything she  suggested and more. I pulled her hair a little harder, but then moved  forward, forcing her to lie on the bed. I grabbed both of her hands and  pinned them above her head.

"I want to feel your hard cock pound into me from behind, and I want to  feel your hand pulling my hair, all while you tell me what it feels like  to be inside me."

Well, holy fuck.

"Is that so?" Apparently, if Lena got a little drunk, her inner minx came out.

She nodded, her eyes glassy, a sexy grin gracing her lips.

"I'm pretty sure I can manage all that." My cock was begging to give her  exactly what she wanted and I'd given up trying to deny her when she  started whispering dirty words in my ear. I reached down and grabbed the  bottom of her lacy dress, pulling it up and over her body while she  wiggled, giggling. As the black lace passed her magnificent breasts I  stopped to take one into my mouth, never willing to pass up an  opportunity to admire their perfection. She had the kind of breasts my  dick wanted to live between.

She groaned quietly as I took one of her nipples into my mouth and  sucked hungrily, her lip trapped between her teeth. I moved away and  continued to pull off the lacy garment, then took a moment to let my  eyes take in all her beauty as she lay naked in my bed, her black hair  fanned out around her, creamy skin just barely pink with arousal. When  she reached between us, grasping my cock and stroking me up and down, I  knew she was done waiting.

Her hand moved over me like silk and every muscle in my body tensed at  the sensation. Nothing felt as fantastic as having Lena's hands on me. I  placed my fingers just at the edge of her entrance, and all my breath  left me at the wetness there.

"Jesus, Lena. You're soaked." She groaned, more loudly this time, as I  slid two fingers into her, loving the way her body accepted me, the way  it seemed to be waiting for me. I moved my fingers in and out of her at a  bruising pace, neither one of us looking for slow or smooth. She wanted  it rough and I intended to give her everything she wanted. Always. Her  hips bucked up into my hand as she cried out. Apparently, slightly drunk  Lena was also louder. Hearing her cries only made my cock jump and  throb harder. I leaned down and grabbed her breast with my free hand,  squeezing roughly, and then my mouth covered her hard, tight peak.

With every thrust of my fingers, I not only heard her arousal climbing,  but I could feel her warm slickness. She was nearly to her peak. Still  with two fingers plunging in and out, I used my thumb to circle her clit  and watched as she exploded like a firecracker. Hips bucked, mouth  opened, eyes closed, and I watched as she lost herself in the sexual  euphoria I got so much pleasure out of giving her. Watching her fall  apart at my hand was one of the most singularly arousing things to  witness.

I didn't wait for her to come all the way down before I grabbed her  hips, flipped her over, pulled her ass up, and plunged into her.

"Fucking Christ, you're so tight. I love slamming into you while you're  still clenching. It feels fucking amazing." I reached forward and  wrapped my hand in her hair, just as she'd asked, pulled back gently and  watched as her back arched and ass tipped up, fitting me perfectly. I  continued to pound into her, loving the sound of her cries with every  thrust. A ball of heat erupted in my spine, shooting forward, and I knew  I wasn't going to last much longer. I gripped her hair more tightly,  pulled her back harder, impaling her with significant force and speed,  listening to her guttural moans and incoherent words. When she collapsed  onto her forearms, her pussy gripping me with more force than ever  before, I knew she'd come again, and I followed right behind her.