Willows, Jennifer - Lust for Life [The Moreland Brothers 2] (Siren Publishing Allure) (25 page)

“Yes, you can.”

When Mak left for her house later, she invited Charli to come with. But Charli saw that Makenzie wanted to see her husband. Plus she needed time to think. None of the issues at hand were resolved today, and she needed to get some plans made. Charli wrote a list, and for each item she wrote the pros and cons of her preferred options. For the loan she decided to take the offered thirty grand as the interest rate was really good, and she probably wouldn’t get better. For the rest, she would just have to dig deep for what she could in her retirement fund. Taking the money out of her Cayman Island account would lose her a heap in interest, but it couldn’t be helped.

The situation with Deven was much harder to decide. She knew that she didn’t want any other man. Deven satisfied every craving she ever had, fulfilled every fantasy she could imagine. No other man treated her with so much respect. Before she gained respect through fear, by being tough and hard. But Deven let her be a woman, in a way she didn’t even know she could be.

On the other hand, she felt so needy. Even sleeping alone was getting to her, and it had only been one day. With that thought, Charli refused to be a punk any longer.
I don’t need no stinking man to make me whole.

* * * *

As Deven left his Aunt Jen’s with Charyn, he decided to send Charli flowers. Cream tulips and the card were pure genius. If she had eaten the slice, she would have a reminder of it and him. If she hadn’t, she would eat it and find the ring. She needed a bit of confusion, something to muss up her mind and thoughts. Deven wanted her to think about him, as she was on his mind.

Once Deven received confirmation of his delivery, he smiled for the first time in twenty four hours. Hopefully he could get his woman back before the cake was all gone. Shoot, he had plans for that cake. Deven was on his way back to his brother’s house, and he had other plans to make. Now that he got over his drunken spell, it was time to figure out the best way to win back the woman of his dreams. Charli was his, whether she knew it or not.

When Deven made it back to Charyn’s beach house, he handed the SUV keys back.

“So you’re going home?”

Deven shook his head no, since the little house in Ogden was not where Charli was. But he needed to find something to get into tonight. Otherwise he wouldn’t get a wink of sleep. And if nothing else, Deven knew he needed to be on his toes to become the victor in the game of wills he was deadlocked in.

No matter what Deven did, he couldn’t relax. He worked out for two hours straight, doing cardio, lifting weights, even kickboxing. But he still couldn’t get nearly close to being tired. His usual pursuits were out, as it was too dark to do anything. But it wasn’t too late to go for a ride on his bike. He hadn’t ridden in months as it was too cool, but tonight the cold snap fit his mood perfectly. When he uncovered the Ducati, Deven took a moment to check his gauges. He wanted a nice long ride and didn’t want the interruption of running out of gas. Yesterday’s experience was enough. Seeing the gauge was full, he grinned.

Deven put on his heaviest riding jacket and gloves and pulled on his helmet as he backed out of the driveway. He didn’t have a destination in mind, and as he rode, the bike ate the road beneath him. The experience was mind clearing, and he felt the weight of the last day leave his shoulders. The night was dark, and the city quiet.

Before he knew it, it was midnight and he’d ridden half the city through. But he still felt wide awake and kept moving. When he stopped again, he was at Charli’s house. He didn’t intend to come here, but if he got a glimpse of her tonight, he might be able to trick himself into resting. Charli was awake, just like he was. The lights on in the house told him that much. She was too energy-conscious to leave them on when sleeping and didn’t like to waste money. Deven wondered what she was doing and decided to settle in and watch, at least for a minute.

Five minutes later he saw Charli move through the house and into the living room. Dev supposed she was watching TV with a blunt. She hadn’t had one in a while. The last one he recalled was their shared one just after New Year’s. The memory assaulted him, reminded him of a time when they were happy. When she wasn’t mad at him and he was the only man in the world Charli saw.

“Hey, Deven, you ready to catch this flight?” Charli had several bags and Deven wondered what she packed as there were too many for a simple overnight.

“Yeah, pixie, I’m done. You wanna have a quickie before we go?”

“Deven, stop being greedy. We just did it!”

Deven laughed. She was right. He just had her in the shower, not even considering last night. He took the bags to Charli’s car, popping her trunk, and pushed the passenger seat all the way back. He liked speed and was used to small consoles, so the way his legs fit inside was as he was used to. Tight.

When Charli hopped in the car, she dug out a ChapStick and rubbed it on. Her lips looked too soft to pass up, and he leaned over, tasting her mouth with his.

“So where are we headed?” Charli chose the venue for their mini vacation and had kept the location a secret. Even going so far as to tell Stu where they were headed for his flight plans but swearing the man to secrecy. He didn’t even know what to pack to wear.

“That’s for me to know, and you to find out.” Her lips were canted in a mulish smile. Deven tried his hardest to get the secret location out of her, but she wasn’t budging. None of
his best torture tactics had worked, and he used almost every sexual trick he knew. Feather tickling, pussy eating, hot wax, and
the list went on and on. But every time he tried, she found a way to persevere. The CIA needed to recruit her.

Charli drove at a leisurely pace and had them at the small strip outside ILM fifteen minutes later. Charli hopped out and took her purse and one of the small bags from the trunk. Deven’s cock rose in a Pavlovian response, ready for Charli. Since he wasn’t flying, he didn’t need to do anything, but he couldn’t help checking over his Gulfstream and making sure it was flight worthy. It was, and he loaded the luggage and took a seat. Charli was in the bathroom. He saw the door was closed and the door marker was activated. He heard Stu puttering around and walked to the cockpit to see if he could get any clues to the flight plan.

But Stu was two steps ahead of him and didn’t leave any evidence.

“Hey, Stu, how’s it going?”

“All right, I reckon. You know that spitfire you’ve got will have a conniption if you ruin her surprise. I suggest you go on back and have a seat.”

“Dang, Stu, we are headed there now. May as well tell me.” Deven was determined to give it one more attempt.

“Nope, and don’t ask again. If anyone is going to do any telling, it’s going to be Charlene.” Stu looked at him and smiled. Deven knew he wasn’t going to get anything out of Stu that he didn’t want to give.

Deven went to the passenger seating area and buckled in. Charli must have heard him and walked out of the bathroom. Deven looked up at her dumbfounded. Charli was wearing . . . he didn’t know what it was, but she looked incredible in it. The outfit was a bikini but made from beads and seashells. A large shell
covered each areola of her breasts and her mound, the rest of the garment just beaded straps holding everything on. Excited, Deven unbuckled the seat belt and pulled Charli on his lap.

He remembered snapping the beads holding the top together, and they scattered across the cabin floor. The seashells lay drunkenly in the path he was taking, but he nudged them away with his hands, covering one round breast with his fingers. The other nipple went into his seeking mouth lingering over the salty taste from her shell-covered skin. Charli clenched against his hands, and she let him taste her, back arched, offering him more. He took it, latching on harder, sucking half her breast in his mouth.

She pulled his cock out, and Deven fisted her bead thong in his hands and popped the straps there. The beads rolled from his lap and pooled on the seat. He took his cock and rubbed against her slit. She was already juicy slick and his cock split her sex with the ease of a knife through butter. Charli groaned, and her head rolled back, exposing her throat to him. He pounced on the exposed skin, bringing her head forward again. Deven clenched his teeth against her neck, feeling her pulse on his tongue.

He dimly heard Stu radio to buckle up, and he pulled the strap around them both, fastening it closed. The fit was tight in every way, their pussy and cock, hips trapped close by the belt. They could only grind and thrust back and forth the scant handful of inches between them. The plane taxied runway and took off. As the plane left the ground, Deven felt the pressure change in his head, both of his heads. Charli was tighter with the altitude and she went crazy.

Deven loved fucking Charli, but she had never been so wild. He thought what they usually had was great, but this? It was the difference between a candle flame and a forest fire. She milked his cock continuously, her hips never stilled in motion. Her walls melded around him, the fit so smooth he didn’t know how deep inside her he was. Even her groans sang through his cock. The pair of them was one panting, heaving organism breathing in concert. He felt everything, each cry and moan rolling through her. He owned every pleading, questing, begging movement she made seeking more cock to take inside her wet heat.

When they reached the proper altitude, he unbuckled the belt restraining him from fully taking his due. Deven used the lever to lean the bench seat back and turned over, placing himself on top. All he could remember now of the moment was clouds. He watched them roll by as he dug in the soft pussy beneath him. Charli’s orgasms carried the strength of a succubus, the waves seemed continuous and unending around his cock. Charli milked him of his seed, leaving him wishing he could have come again and feel her body accept that part of him. His orgasm added fuel to the fire, and Charli spasmed harder, begging him to stop, then not to.

“God, please, Deven!” Charli looked as if she wanted to fight him and take what she needed from him. But he nipped her mutinous thoughts in the bud with a fierce thrust that sent her into oblivion. She wailed, and the sound pealed in the close confines of the cabin. He just stared her down, eyeing her at her most vulnerable point. This was better than he imagined. No wonder Charyn fucked for
damn near seven hours.
It was hard not to. The elevation worked better than Viagra and kept him harder than a tire iron.

“Yeah, baby, it’s so good, such good pussy.” Dev remembered biting his lip to keep sounds too feminine for a grown man at bay. His skin was salty, even with the shower he recently took. Charli was plastered with moisture, her skin dewy, hair frizzy and tangled. The cabin resembled a sauna, heat washing over them as turbulence buffeted the small jet. Charli squeezed his cock with her gooey snatch and that was all he needed to start round two. He never did figure out where they were headed until the plane touched down. By then, he didn’t care.

Deven snapped himself out of the memory playing back through his head. Charli was his, and he knew it. No person could give so much of herself to another person and not care at all. Not love him at all. It was freezing outside, and he warmed himself with the thoughts of the feel of her. He turned the bike back in the opposite direction, headed for his lonely house and empty bed.

Chapter Thirteen:

All You Have To Do Is Say Yes

Charli was watching a porn flick, trying in vain to get off. But she was too spoiled from Deven’s skill that she couldn’t get up much enthusiasm for a solo performance. Charli heard a motorcycle and wished it were Deven. He was the reason she couldn’t come tonight. She was in dire need, and it was his fault. Deven fed her orgasms for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, on a daily basis. The few nights they hadn’t, she was either having a visit from her Aunt Flo, or he was out of town. Even at those times, he still made her come, just sans cock. But he knew her so well any part of her he touched was an erogenous zone, especially her mind.

Charli remembered the first time he left town since they had begun dating.

“You gonna miss me, Charli?” Deven asked her as he brought his overnight bag to the foyer of her apartment.