Loving Ean (The Fae Guard Book 2) (38 page)

I’M HAVING THE WEIRDEST
moment of dejavu. The delicious smell of bacon, the spectacular soreness of my body, except, that same ceiling above me is mine. Today we celebrate our first anniversary, though we are starting fresh and aren’t counting our time together in the past. The day was actually two months ago, but we were both so busy, it slipped right by. Finally, Ean put his foot down and demanded that we commit to a day just for each other. We decided to celebrate last night and enjoy each other for the whole day today.

Ean was out on an assignment yesterday, but he promised to be home by eight o’clock. I cooked him dinner, had champagne icing, candles lit everywhere and very special dinner attire. I also had all the stuff ready for a nice long soak in the tub with more champagne and some mood music. Not that we ever need anything to help us get in the mood.

He was there at eight on the dot, and the obnoxious caveman ruined all of my plans. I suppose waiting for him in nothing but a pink frilly apron wasn’t the best idea . . . ok, I take that back—it was a
great
idea. He carted me off to the shower with him and we washed every inch of each other. He paid special attention to my breasts, rinsing the soap off them and sucking on them, to make sure they were really clean. Then he pulled my wet, naked body up against his and kissed me as though he hadn’t seen me in years. His tongue was plunging into my mouth, tangling with mine, and licking every inch. My knees grew a little weak, but he held me up, turning me and setting me down on the bench. Then got on his knees, gently pushed my thighs apart, and settled himself between my legs. “You’re so fucking beautiful, baby.” I was so ready for him that at the first sensation of his hot tongue sliding up my pussy, I almost came. Around two licks later, I did anyway.
You’re so easy.
Can you blame me? He gave me another orgasm before we got out of the shower, then took me to bed, and I lost count after three . . .

I stretch languidly and turn on my side, grabbing his pillow and burying my face in it. I take a deep inhale of his soapy, woodsy scent and then flop onto my back again. I sit up, yawn again, and my stomach lurches. I take a deep breath to calm the churning, but the smell of the bacon invades my nose and the next moment, I’m up and racing for the bathroom. I reach the toilet just in time to empty last night’s dinner, champagne, strawberries, and white chocolate molten lava cake, out of my stomach. Gr
eat, how long before I can eat those again?
Damn, those are some of my favorite foods.

Ean comes bursting into the room, his face sporting an anxious frown, immediately grabbing a cool wet cloth and wiping down my forehead, cheeks, and neck. “What’s wrong, baby?”

“Too much rich food probably.” I shrug. “I feel fine now.”

“Are you sure?” He asks as he helps me to my feet.

“I’m good, babe. I’ll meet you for breakfast as soon as I wash my face and brush my teeth.” He eyes me for another minute, but my smile convinces him, and he leaves to go finish cooking. Once I’m done, I slip on my robe and pad out to the kitchen. The aroma of sweet cinnamon rolls, eggs, and bac—ugh! I take off for the nearest bathroom and repeat. I feel the cool washcloth again and look up to see Ean frowning fiercely at me.

“Is it the smell of the bacon?”

I nod and shrug at the same time. “I don’t know. I guess—maybe.”

He helps me up, runs to get my toothbrush, and watches me as I brush my teeth and splash my face. His expression a mixture of worried and thoughtful.

“Do you have a pregnancy test?”

“What?” I screech. “Why the fuck would I have one? I’m on the pill.”

Ean’s eye narrow until they are practically slits, “Do we have a problem?”

I’m so confused. “What?”

My jaw almost hits the ground when I see hurt flit across his face. “You just seemed awfully repulsed by the thought of having to take a test.” I start laughing, I can’t help it, I seriously can’t. He’s not able to hold the hurt in and his face has transformed into the most adorable pout. The more I laugh, his pout becomes increasingly pronounced. “Aden says Shaylee isn’t able to be anywhere near bacon when she’s pregnant.”

His words sober me immediately and it’s my turn to frown. “Ean, what’s with you? I’m not pregnant.” I look closely, watching his reaction to my next words. “What if I am?”

I’m floored when I see the tiniest flare of hope in his sapphire blue eyes. He can’t seriously—no way. We aren’t even married, or even engaged, and it’s only been a year, and we’re not ready . . . right?

“Well, we’ll deal with it,” he murmurs, carefully keeping his expression neutral, almost clinical. “You should probably take a test, just to be sure. You can run down and grab one from Shaylee. I’m pretty sure she and Aden keep them stocked at all times.” I smile a little at his comment, he’s probably right. Shaylee gave Aden a little piece of mind when she gave birth to a baby boy, they named Puck. He’s officially got a little bodyguard for his girls. It’s been two months and so far, I haven’t received a hysterical phone call from Shaylee, telling me to prepare myself because she is going to kill my brother. Of course, then she realizes she would have to raise her kids alone, and announces that she will just castrate him instead.

Can you imagine if I was? Sheesh.

I’m well aware of the fact that I’m pouting like a fucking child, but why the hell wouldn’t she want to have my kid?

I trash the bacon and open all the windows so she can enjoy her breakfast. I have special plans for after, and I try to forget all of this shit so that they aren’t ruined. Watching her nibble on her food in a short, silky, aqua robe is helping me immensely.

When breakfast is done, I get up and take her by the hand, walking us back to the bedroom. “I got something new.” Laila and I like to experiment in bed, try new things, and see what we like together. Some things turn out hot as hell, some make us laugh our asses off, but we have fun no matter what. It was obvious that Laila preferred to be dominated in the bedroom and I had absolutely no problem with that. Nothing in my life has ever been as easy as being with her. We have our good days and bad, but it’s still perfect because it’s us, forever.

“Oooh! What?” Laila is practically skipping along beside me and I laugh at how fucking adorable she is.

“It’s a surprise, so go get your gorgeous ass on the bed.” I give her a little push and smack her on the ass as she moves away. The cheek turns a little pink, and I’m hard as a fucking baseball bat. She’s so damn sexy; I don’t know how I ever let her out of bed. She crawls up onto the mattress. “Lose the robe, baby,” I call as I reach into the closet for the little bag containing the new items. When I turn around, she’s lying on her side, her head propped on her fist, watching me with liquid green pools of desire. Every inch of her is all white, creamy skin, even her mouthwatering pussy, except her perfect little rosy nipples. Hmmm . . . speaking of nipples.

“Lay down on your back, baby. Close your eyes.”

She does as she’s told and the beast inside me growls in satisfaction. I strip off my lounge pants and get onto the bed, settling myself over her, straddling her thighs. I pull the first thing out of the bag. I lift her arms up and place them above her head, lingering over her for a hot, wet kiss, and then returning to my sitting position. “You need to stay still, can you do that? Or do you want me to tie you up?” I watch the pulse at her throat speed up at my question and a drop of pre-cum drips onto her belly. She squirms at the sensation, so I reach down and flick her clit hard. She jerks and moans, but quickly stills.

“I’ll be good.”

I lift one pink studded nipple clamp and as gently as possible, attach it to one of her stiff little peaks. Again, she jerks, earning herself another hard flick, and she immediately freezes again, biting her bottom lip and muffling her moan. I reach out and pull on her pretty, pink lip and her tongue darts out to soothe the abused spot. If I’m not careful, I’ll end up skipping all of the other fun stuff and just burying myself deep inside her pussy. I can feel the heat radiating from it underneath me, and smell how aroused she is.

“I didn’t say anything about keeping quiet, baby. No talking, unless I tell you, but I want to hear every whimper, every moan, every fucking scream. Ok?”

She nods and lets out a much more audible whimper. I squeeze her clit lightly this time, “Good girl.”

I slip the extra piece I bought to go with this on the chain so that it dangles down the center when I attach the second clamp. “Ok?” I ask, making sure she’s comfortable with what we are doing, as well as if the clamps are too tight. She nods. “Words, baby.”

“Yes.”

I grab the center ring and tug lightly, my cock impossibly (seriously how the hell could I get any fucking harder?) tightening even more when she cries out and I feel her thighs squeeze together. I swing my leg around and grasp one thigh, then move it away from the other. “Open your legs, baby. I want to see how wet your pussy is for me.” Again, she follows instructions and the beast inside roars a little louder.

Once they are apart, I settle myself between her legs, pushing them as wide as they will go, then bend them at the knee, pressing them back against her. “Hands under your thighs, Laila. Hold yourself open for me, keep them wide.” When she’s in position, I run a finger softly up the center of her pussy and lick the coated finger. “You’re fucking drenched, baby. Your taste is the best thing I’ve ever put in my mouth.” She whimpers softly and I notice her hands clenching tight on her thighs. She’s so turned on, when I use my thumbs to spread her lips apart, I see her little bud is swollen and pink, my stomach clenches with need. I position one hand upside down at the top, holding her open to me with my thumb and forefinger, then use the other hand to slip a finger through the ring dangling on the chain. She’s dripping with excitement and I lick all around the area, lapping up all of her juices. I do a couple of full sweeps from bottom to top and back, then circle her clit. I pull on the chain and with each rotation I get closer to the little bud, I increase the tension on the clamps. She moaning with abandon, and I almost give her what she is so desperate for, but not yet.

I work my tongue back out, loosening the resistance on the chain, then go in again and repeat the process twice more. She’s kept as still as possible, but her hands are shaking, so I lead them up to firmly grip the headboard. “You’re doing amazing, baby. You deserve a reward.”

He legs fall open and I lower my mouth. At the same time, I yank the ring and roughly suck her clit into my mouth. She screams and a rush of cream saturates her pussy. I release the tension and lick up every last drop. I do it once more and she’s strung so tight, I know she’s ready to let go. I plunge my tongue inside her and with every thrust, I jerk the tension on the clamps, over and over until her cries are ringing nonstop throughout the room.

“Yes! Oh, fuck! Ean, yes!”

Her pelvis is pumping up and she fucks my face as I devour her. She so wet that I slip right up to take ahold of the little nerve center, biting it with my teeth and tugging the clamps in a steady rhythm. Her back bows up and she screams my name so loud I can hear the hoarseness in her voice already. “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!! Ean! Oh, yes, yes, yes!!!!”

The beast inside me is now roaring at the top of his lungs and beating on my chest like fucking Tarzan. I’m leaking pre-cum heavily, but I manage to keep control and not explode. I keep up my ministrations, but slow down little by little, releasing the tension on the clamps. When the shudders stop, she’s panting, gulping down air, and the most beautiful thing I will ever see in all of eternity. I crawl up to her and kiss her, our mouths melding, sliding, biting, teasing, and just loving on each other.

“Bring your hands down, baby.” As if they are boneless, she slides them down the bed until they rest beside us. I remove the clamps gently, “Open your eyes.” Beautiful golden lashes lift up and reveal glazed irises the color of fresh grass in the sun, right after the rain. She smiles lazily and lifts up for another kiss. I indulge in it for a minute, then pull back to complete my next task before I can sink into her and hopefully, never come back up.