Conception (The Wellingtons, #4) Page 11

  Before I can answer, she stands up, brushing the sand off her ass. Then I take the hand she’s holding out to me.

  “We’re going to head back to the house,” she tells the gang, surprising me. “Turn in for the night.”

  Sunny cheers her approval.

  I turn to Amelia. “Back to the house?”

  “Is it so terrible that I want to get you alone?”

  “All you have to do is ask.”

  There’s a chorus of goodbyes, catcalls, and whooping as we walk away from the crowd—including my own brother’s interjection that he’ll be fine for the night and doesn’t expect me home. Once we’re out of earshot, Amelia surprises me by tugging me in the direction not towards the house.

  “Where are we going?” I ask her, grateful for the near full moon that allows me to see her face entirely.

  “I thought maybe we’d savor the slight chill in the air before heading back to the house. A moonlight stroll? That okay with you?”

  Though I’m already primed and ready to move things along between us, I don’t mind holding her hand for a little while longer. “Fine by me.”

  We walk in silence, enjoying the sounds of the water softly hitting the shore, the crickets singing their midnight lullaby, and the rustles of the breeze on the trees that cocoon the lake. Laughter rings out in the distance.

  “You have an awesome group of friends,” I tell her.

  Soft cheeks plump up with her smile. “I really do,” she says with a sigh.

  Amelia tugs at my hand and leads me towards an errant log on its side in the sand. She sits down in the sand, her back against the log. Our hands separate as I drop down next to her. Just as I go to take hers into mine again, she uses it to toy with her bottom lip. I can’t tell if she’s nervous, pensive, or what. So I just rest my arm around her shoulders on the back of the log, not pulling her in, letting her have her space.

  Amelia stares out into the dark waters. “I used to spend every single summer here. I can’t believe it’s been four years since I’ve been back.”

  While I’ve heard mention of the accident, she has yet to talk to me about her parents. No one’s actually come out and said it, but I’ve deduced they’re no longer with us. And if she’s not ready to talk about, there’s no reason for me to push. That’s not what we are to each other. That’s not why we’re here. Yet…for whatever reason, I want to know. So, even though part of my brain is screaming for me to let it go, I don’t.

  “Why is that, Amelia? Why’d you stay away?”

  Her head turns from the lake to me so swiftly that I nearly falter at the expression on her face. Wide, wistful eyes gaze up at mine, and for the first time this summer, there’s a sadness in them. I hate myself for having asked the question. The moment is so brief that I’m hit with whiplash when she straddles me and rests her palms on my cheeks.

  Warm lips descend to take mine in a feverish kiss. I wrap my arms around her, my hands sliding beneath her shirt to feel soft, bare skin.

  I know what Amelia’s doing. Whatever brought the pain to her eyes, she wants to erase it. Whatever’s haunting her from four summers ago, she wants to bury it. And she’s using me to do it.

  Do I mind?

  Not one fucking bit. So I let her. To a point.

  Once her hips rock twice, pushing her sweet, tragically covered pussy along the length of my hard cock, I withdraw my tongue from her mouth, nearly chuckling at the sound of her whimper. My hands lock in firmly around both sides of her waist. Then I use my strength to push off the sand, her legs encircling my abdomen as I stand.

  “God, you’re strong,” she whispers, her eyes glossy.

  This time, I do chuckle. “Come on, babe. Let’s get you home.”

  The moonlight illuminates the pout on her face, and I know what’s she’s thinking. Her disappointment is evident when she glides down my body, moves away from me, and wraps one hand around her arm as if she’s cold. I could pull her close to me, drape an arm around her, try to warm her up. I don’t. Instead, I just fall into step beside her. We walk towards her house in deafening silence.

  I can practically feel the wheels turning in her head, see the steam rising from her ears. I don’t know what it is about her, but I love getting a rise out of her. It makes me wonder if she’s just as demonstrative in the bedroom.

  A guy can only hope.

  She’s a few steps ahead of me, already inserting the key into her lock and pushing the door open when I reach the bottom of the steps. I’m about to follow Amelia up the stairs to her porch when she tosses her purse inside then whirls around to face me. She places her hands on her hips and sets her chin, half glaring at me. Her expression stops me in my tracks, cock rendered half-erect just from her glower. My hands grip the bottom of the rails in an effort to keep hold of my patience. Because from the looks of her, she’s about to let me have it. Whatever it is.

  “Look, I don’t know what’s going on with you. And I don’t want to seem like some sex-crazed fiend or anything, but Knox, you’re driving me absolutely insane.” She tips her head back and rakes both hands down her face.

  It’s adorable, though I’m pretty sure that’s not what she’s going for.

  A slow grin spreads across my face. I can only imagine how this moment looks from the outside. Amelia’s standing at the top of the steps, her hip jutted out, annoyance etched across her features, while I’m at the bottom, gazing up at her, my fingers clenched tightly around the iron railings. It’s gotta be apparent that I’m barely holding on to my control with the way my forearms flex with my tightening grip around the iron. Amelia, however, doesn’t notice. I’m about to tell her take a good look and tell me what she sees if she truly looks at me, but she’s too impatient with my momentary silence.

  “I’m not a virgin if that’s what you’re worried about. I’m not an innocent.” She points her finger down at me. “You told me to tell you if you’re going too fast. Christ Almighty, if this is what you consider fast, I’d hate to see how you do slow!”

  “Babe—”

  Her rant continues as if I hadn’t uttered a word. She flails hers arms out wide, her T-shirt tightening across her breasts. “I mean, Jesus, Knox. I’m wearing a shirt with a guy’s tongue hanging out. How much more obvious do I have to be?”

  I can’t help the smirk that crosses my lips. “Amelia, if you think Gene Simmons is an indication that you want my tongue between your legs… Well, that was lost on me.”

  Her pretty head falls back and she curses up to the sky before her flashing eyes come back to me. “Fine, whatever. My mistake.” She sighs, placing a hand on her hip. “I’m tired of taking this slow. I’m tired of falling asleep with an ache you won’t satisfy. I know what I want, and what I want is you. I’m sure you know that, so what I want to know is why the hell you haven’t done anything other than kiss me senseless and graze my boobs from time to time?”

  This girl sure knows how to make a guy rock hard with just a few words.

  A lazy grin spreads across my face. I fold my arms, raking my gaze down her delectable body before meeting her narrowed eyes. She huffs. Fucking huffs. And instead of being annoyed, I like it.

  Don’t get me wrong. I want in her bed. But right now, I’ll take every word I can get before making that happen.

  Hey, there’s nothing wrong with getting your ego stroked by an overheated sex kitten. And seeing as how she’s prone to interruption, I wait a couple of beats before I decide I’m allowed to get a word in. I’d rather she be purring than sinking those claws into me.

  “I thought you liked me kissin’ you senseless. And the way you shivered every time my fingers skimmed your boobs had me thinkin’ you liked that, too.”

  Amelia blows out a breath so hard that her bangs fly up out of her face. “I do. I so do, but I’ve been waiting for you to make the first move in progressing this thing”—she waves her hands between us—“and you haven’t done anything. I’ve been about as obvious as I can without saying the words. So he
re I am, saying it. I want your tongue between my legs. Your cock, too.”

  Yeah. Rock fucking hard.

  “It’s 1980, sweetheart. Women are allowed to make the first move, ya know?” I shouldn’t egg her on, but it’s too damn hard not to.

  A cute little grin spreads across her face, and she treats me to an exaggerated eyeroll. “Noted. And I’ll remember that for the next guy.”

  Yeah, not a fan of that. Not fucking at all.

  “Amelia…” The word is practically a growl, and it’s suddenly my mission to fuck the thought of any other man out of her.

  “Don’t Amelia me! Do you know how hard it’s been not to roll over on the couch and mount you every night this week? You’ve been toying with me, I swear. Every time you graze my bare skin, chills course throughout my whole body. My lady parts get all tingly, my heart beats like its Pete Charles closin’ out ‘Black Betty,’ and just the thought of you doing something—anything—gets me so damn excited. Except you’ve done practically nothing. I can’t even touch my damn self because it’s not the same as it being you! So please, do something about it or else I’m going to combust!”

  I’m trying not to grin from her tirade, but it’s nearly impossible. She’s agitated and it’s fucking cute. So I tell her.

  “Fuck, you’re cute.”

  “Oh my god, you make me want to tear my hair out!”

  “Still fucking cute.”

  “Arg!”

  I’m tired of talking. Amelia’s been a good, patient girl, and it’s time she got her reward.

  I’m up the steps, two at a time, in record speed. Amelia lets out a shriek when I bend down, scoop her up, and carry her back to her house. She pushes the door open wider from in my arms, and I kick it closed behind us. I don’t put her down until we’re in her bedroom. My hand comes down to brush a lock of hair off her cheek. Then I take it in my palm. Her breath is ragged even though I’m the one who raced through her house like a madman.

  “You still wanna mount me, babe?”

  Emerald eyes widen. A smooth, pink tongue wets gorgeous, plump lips.

  “Yeah, you do. Don’t worry. You’ll have your turn soon enough.”

  Amelia’s tongue darts out to moisten her lips. Fuck me, I don’t know how I lasted a week. I don’t know how I’m surviving now. Every internal instinct beckons me to strip her down, throw her onto the bed, and sink into her, taking her, making her mine. My fingers trace her jawline, my lips aching to do the same. Amelia trembles underneath my touch.

  God, am I really going to do this?

  For her? Yeah. She’s more than fucking earned it.

  I take a step back from her, her eyes widening when I wrench my T-shirt off over my head. “I’m usually a selfish man. I take what I want when I want.”

  “Then take, Knox. Take it. Take me.” Her whispered, eager words aren’t making this easy.

  “As much as I want to, you’ve been a good girl, Amelia. It’s time you got your way.”

  Bewitching eyes flutter with confusion. I take another step back, this time bringing my fingers to the button of my shorts. She watches with rapt attention as I unleash my cock, ready to relinquish all control.

  I fall back onto her bed in all my naked glory, my achingly stiff cock jutting straight up into the air, ready for mounting. And then I wait. Because now? It’s Amelia’s turn to make her move.

  “By all means, gorgeous, mount away.”

  MOUNT AWAY.

  I’m not sure if two sexier, more enticing words have ever been uttered. At least not to me. It’s impossible to take my eyes off the naked man sprawled in my bed.

  Impossible.

  Considering I’ve had nearly a week’s worth of ogling him on the beach, I shouldn’t be surprised at just how masculine he is. But with him here, now, utterly bare for my eyes only, I’m breathless. Speechless. And really freaking turned on.

  But here’s the thing.

  Knox made me wait days for this. Days. Now, that might not seem like much, but when a girl hasn’t gotten her socks rocked in nearly half a year and she’s been making out with God’s greatest gift to women for days on end, she gets a little—okay, a lot—frustrated. Horny. And every night when Knox left me, I had to take care of myself. As an independent woman whose last relationship was with a selfish ass, I’ve come to quite enjoy my own fingers. However, that doesn’t mean it hasn’t been delicious torture from the man.

  I crave him in ways I didn’t know were possible. And even though my lady parts sizzle in wait, I’m gonna repay the favor with a little bit of torture myself.

  I walk over to my dresser, where my boombox sits. Clicking it on, I grin over at Knox when “Riding High” by Faze-O comes over the speakers. Feels a bit cosmic.

  “Babe, get over here.”

  I want to. I soooo do. But I’ll get there in my own damn time. Just like he did.

  Instead of complying, I sway my hips along to the funky music, my shoulders shaking back and forth, my head bopping. Knox’s eyes narrow as I saunter towards the bed, slowly removing my T-shirt to reveal what he probable already knows—no bra. My bare breasts bounce along with my sway, all while I shimmy out of my shorts. When I start to unleash my hair from my ponytail, Knox knifes up from the bed, holding his arm out.

  “Leave it,” he says gruffly, and I pause, an eyebrow raised. I’m not ready to follow orders. “Babe, need something to fist when you’re ridin’ high.”

  How can I say no to that? I drop my hands from my hair, and Knox falls back down onto the bed.

  “You gonna get over here now?” he asks.

  “I thought you said it was my turn?”

  His jaw ticks. “That’s when I thought you were ready to fall on my dick.”

  Well, hell, he sure is honest. “I was.” I place one knee on the mattress, then the other. “Now, however, I’m feelin’ you need a taste of your own medicine.”

  His jutting cock twitches when I lean down, take the head of him into my mouth, and then release it. He groans at the loss.

  I grin up at him. “Or perhaps I’m the one who needed a taste.”

  I take my eyes from him, back down to his erection, licking my lips at the most delicious, inviting treat. Why haven’t we done this yet?

  Knox breaks through my thoughts with another low, guttural growl. “God dammit, Amelia. Suck me. Fuck me. Just fucking do something,” he demands through gritted teeth.

  Such a command would usually turn me off, but with it coming from Knox, I’m more than willing than to fulfill his every desire, to drive him wild with my mouth the way he’s been doing to me all week long. I have the sudden urge to lick him, suck him until he surrenders complete control over to me. Something about the way he’s lying back, letting me do this, is so empowering. And the biggest turn-on.

  As much as I want to engulf his cock and give him ultimate pleasure by deep-throating him, I straddle his legs. His eyes darken with the realization that I’m not giving in to his command. I can see the protest brewing and it only entices me to continue my exploration.

  My fingertips trail across the vast expanse of his chest, my breasts swaying in tandem so my hard nipples graze his skin. With one hand, I palm his cheek, touching my lips to his mouth, invading it with my tongue, giving him a delightful preview of what I’m about to do to his erection.

  Knox brings a hand to my hair, but he doesn’t fist it like he promised. He gently strokes the back of my head, not deepening our kiss, allowing me to maintain control. I love it. And I’m ready to get this show on the road.

  My fingers trace his bare chest until I’m cupping him between us, relishing the way his cock stiffens at my touch.

  Yeah, let’s definitely get this show on the road.

  With reluctance, I tear my lips from his as Knox watches me from under dark lashes. His hand cups my cheek.

  “Melia, you’re killin’ me,” he whispers, and I love the way he’s turned my name into two syllables. “Absolutely fuckin’ killin’ me.”

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nbsp; I turn my head and take his thumb into my mouth, biting down then sucking. His sharp intake of breath stokes confidence in me. When I release it, I grin down at him.

  “Trust me, Knox. It’ll be worth the wait.” I’m throwing the words back in his face. Tit for tat, am I right?

  As I gradually make my way down his body, I pay equal amount of attention to each road mark I come across along the way. It’s killing him, it’s killing me, this slow journey, but I don’t want to leave a single inch of him untouched. Unkissed. Unpleasured.

  I want him undone.

  I press kisses along the curve of his neck and down his chest, nibbling, licking, and sucking his nipples until they pebble beneath my mouth. Knox’s fists his hands at his sides, and he’s stock-still until my tongue traces along the hard planes of his abs. His ensuing tremble sends shivers of my own along my spine, and I make quick work of getting down to where his hard erection waits for me.

  As I kneel between his legs, with my hands gripping muscled thighs, I want to sigh at the vision of him. All tanned muscle and sinew. I could spend hours worshipping his hard body. Time to get down to business.

  My hands explore that delicious V between his hips, getting so close to his erection but stopping before I make contact. He’s already incredibly firm, and the knowledge that I’m the one doing this to him makes me want to please him all that much more.

  My gaze settles on his rigid, thick cock, which pulsates with need. It’s the most erotic sight. I grip his shaft and lean in close, placing a teasing kiss on the tip. He jolts at the contact, which causes me to grin at him. My tongue swirls around the head, feeling the silky-smooth tip, not going any further.

  “Mmm…” I moan, seeing the gleam of desire in in his eyes. “Who knew you’d taste as good as you look?”

  His thighs clench, and his cock twitches with anticipation. I know he can’t take much more of my teasing, so without preamble, I take him into my mouth, relishing in his thickness, knowing that taking him all the way isn’t going to be an easy task. Good thing I’m always up for a challenge.