You'll Never Be Lonely (2 page)

With a pointed look, Kallie grinned as Hank continued. “I know. I also caused you to drop your phone over the edge of the ravine. Also an accident and, without any of those things happening, I never would’ve found the love of my life. Kallie, I’ve loved you from the moment you called me a Neanderthal. I don’t regret a moment of it and if I had to do it all over again, I would. I love you and I promise you that I will never leave you. I want to fill your life with happiness and I’ll do everything in my power to make you understand you’ll always be safe with me. Your electronic devices however, maybe not so much.”

Hank wore a sly grin as he placed his hands on either side of her face and his gaze bore into hers, “I adore you and I am amazed at your forgiving nature. Any other woman would’ve turned and ran. You, my love, are going to be stuck with me for a very long time.”

Before Hank could lean in for another kiss, Kallie shoved him off of her, dumping his naked body on the hardwood floor, and made a beeline for the bathroom. She locked the door just in time to expel the meager contents of her stomach into her honeymoon cabin’s toilet.

“Lovely,” she muttered before dry-heaving for another ten minutes.

* * * *

“What the hell?” His new wife had simply tossed him off of the bed and ran away without even a backwards glance. Though his backside would surely have a bruise, he couldn’t help but laugh at the woman he’d married. Hank knew every day would hold incredible surprises for the rest of their lives. With Kallie, he never knew what he was going to get and that one fact made him the happiest man alive. She’d made that abundantly clear from the moment they’d met. He couldn’t imagine going back to the lonely, meager existence he’d known before she’d walked into his life. If he hadn’t been at the pool that first day, they never would’ve met. For that, he really needed to send Kallie’s boss a huge thank you gift.

“Who knew the old man was a matchmaker?”

After a few moments of sitting on the floor reminiscing, he stood and dusted himself off. Obviously, his woman wasn’t coming back to check on him anytime soon. Maybe he was supposed to join her in the bathroom for a honeymoon shower? The thought of sliding his soap-covered hands of Kallie’s wet skin instantly brought his shaft to attention. With one purpose in mind, he strode to the bathroom door.

“Ow! Son-of-a!” Slamming into the locked pine door at full-force, Hank would now have one huge goose egg on his forehead.

Pressing his palm against his throbbing injury, Hank knocked on the wooden obstacle separating him from the love of his life. “Kal, why did you lock the door? Surely, we’re past these kinds of formalities. Besides, I have a big surprise for you, darlin’.” Hank’s southern drawl rolled off of his tongue.

Silence was the only thing that greeted him from the other side of the door. Maybe he shouldn’t have been so forceful. His wife most likely wanted to freshen up before a morning romp. Though he didn’t care if she hadn’t brushed her teeth or her hair, Kallie was a woman, after all and he couldn’t fault her for the effort she wanted to put into pleasing her husband.

Hank tapped again on the door and this time he heard his new, beautiful bride retching. Alarmed, he pounded on the door more forcefully. “Kallie! What’s wrong? Are you okay? Let me in!”

More silence. Not knowing if his wife was okay, Hank shot straight into panic mode. He slammed his shoulder into the door, intent on breaking it down if need be. His wife needed him! Again and again he rammed, but the pine monstrosity wouldn’t budge. Hank’s shoulder was now a fiery-red and sore appendage, but he refused to stop. Backing up to the middle of the bedroom, Hank, in all of his naked glory, charged.

“Kallie, I’m coming. Don’t worry.”

Bracing himself for the hit, Hank hunkered down and barreled right into his wife who was now standing in the doorway. He tackled her and they both fell into a heap on top of the settee in the outer changing room.

* * * *

Moaning and groaning, Kallie tried to wiggle out from beneath her husband’s long form.

“Oh, Kal. Are you okay? Did I hurt you? Please say I didn’t.”

“Can’t…”

“Speak to me, Kallie.”

“Can’t…”

Yelling now, “Kallie, what’s wrong?”

She shoved at him with all of her might. “I can’t breathe, you big klutz!”

“Oh.”

Hank released his wife and wiggled off of her. Kallie lay there, breathing heavily, grateful for the oxygen entering her lungs. Still holding the wet washcloth she’d been using to clean her face after she’d gotten sick, she wiped at her forehead. Luckily, Kallie had also brushed her teeth before her husband crashed into her.

“I’m so sorry, Kal. I was so worried about you and I didn’t know if you were alive or dead. Why didn’t you answer me?”

Rolling her eyes, Kallie tried to remember her husband was only trying to help. His ‘all or nothing’ attitude was what first attracted her to him and though she lay flat on her back due to his caveman mentality, she couldn’t help but laugh. He had meant well, but sometimes, he was like a bull in a China shop!

After she’d tossed him to the floor, he’d run to her rescue. Naked, to her rescue! Now, fits of uncontrollable giggles sent tears rolling down her face. Kallie looked at her husband who sat there staring at her in apparent shock and that sent her over the edge of hysteria.

“You…” she pointed at his chest, “you…naked…oh my goodness…”

Hank’s jaw dropped but he said nothing.

Just as Kallie was about to break into another hysterical laughing rant, for the first time she looked into her husband’s eyes. He sat before her, naked and vulnerable while she’d carried on like a loon. Suddenly, the situation was no longer funny. This man, this incredibly brazen man had truly believed he needed to save his wife and his eyes told her all she needed to know about him. Even after his long, heartfelt speech about loving her, she wasn’t sure she’d believed him. Now, she felt relief and love pour from her husband’s gaze and it enveloped her heart, covering her bared skin in goose bumps.

How many men would try to bust down a door because they’d heard their wife getting sick? Not many, she supposed. She felt like such a bitch. Why had she laughed at him? How could she have done such a thing? She should’ve hugged him before asking him to move so she could breathe. After all, she’d tossed him onto the floor, which had been the catalyst to their little mishap.
Why didn’t she ask if he was hurt? And why was she sitting here thinking when she should launch herself into his arms and revel in his nakedness? What was holding her back?

“Are you finished?”

His tone wasn’t the kindest, but Kallie couldn’t blame him.

“I’m so sorry, babe. Are you okay?”

For the first time, she noticed the knot on his forehead and his left shoulder now turning an ugly shade of purple. Kallie instinctively reached out to touch her injured husband and he visibly flinched at the first graze of her fingertips.

“Sorry. Oh my God, Hank! Is it broken? We should get you to the hospital!”

All thought of her previous bout of nausea forgotten, Kallie sprang up to gather clothes for him. “Come on. No, just sit there. I will bring these to you. You’re going to need help.”

She swatted his hands away, intent on getting his feet through the leg holes of his boxer-briefs. “You need underwear. Maybe not a shirt, but definitely, underwear.”

Suddenly, Hank wrapped his arms around her and pulled her onto his lap. “Kal, calm down. We’re not going anywhere. I’m fine. It’s just a deep bruise. I’ll heal. Though, I hope it doesn’t ruin our honeymoon activities.”

Kallie turned sideways and carefully wrapped her arms around Hank’s neck. “Are you positive you’re okay? I’m sorry I laughed at you. Thank you for saving me. You’re my hero, Mr. Fogle.” She pressed her bottom against Hank’s naked shaft. “Do you forgive me?”

She felt his physical response as he cleared his throat. “I’m fine. Besides, I must’ve looked rather ridiculous. How could I not forgive you?”

Kallie nibbled at his ear lobe. “Ridiculously sexy.”

A slow grumble escaped him as she shifted her weight ever so slightly.

“Are you attempting to use your womanly wiles to make me forget your mockery?”

“No. I’m not attempting anything. I will make you forget all about it.”

Kallie’s mouth found his and her tongue darted with fervor to find his. Hank embedded his hands in her hair, tugging and holding her to him at the same time. When his tongue slipped between her lips, Kallie sucked at it, demanding more as Hank’s erection grew more and more prominent, shoving against her bottom.

He broke their connection and blurted, “Whoa.”

“Whoa? Whoa what?”

“As much as I’m enjoying this, I’d like to know why you were in the bathroom with the door locked. Is everything all right?”

“Oh, of course. Must’ve been nerves or maybe it was something I ate last night. I feel fine now. So, stop worrying and make love to me, husband.”

“As long as you’re sure. I didn’t hurt you when I tackled you?”

“Do I look hurt?” She laughed. “You, my dear, received the brunt of what happened and correct me if I’m wrong, but I don’t think your injuries are going to ruin anything. In fact, I believe this is my chance to get you right where I want you.”

“Is that right? Where exactly do you want me?”

“Telling would spoil all of the fun.” Kallie stood and slipped her panties off, shimmying her hips until the scrap of fabric puddled at her feet. Stepping out of them, she lifted the T-shirt over her head and removed it. Her husband’s blue eyes were endless pools of desire as he watched her golden hair cascade around her shoulders.

She knelt before him at his feet and placed her hands on Hank’s thighs, squeezing them as she ever-so-lightly raked her nails across his bare skin. As her hands reached his hips, Hank let out an involuntary gasp of pleasure. Kallie walked her fingertips slowly up his tanned, washboard abs until her nails grazed his nipples. Tracing slow, lazy circles, watching with fascination as the tips changed to tight, peaks. Her breasts barely touched the coarse hairs on his legs, swelling with the longing to be touched, grabbed, and pinched.

Hank moved to reach for her and Kallie stopped him with a pointed look.

Kallie lowered her head and took his long, hard cock into her mouth. His unique, male scent filled her nostrils and heightened her senses. The deeper she sucked him in, the more she wanted and needed. However, this was for him, the man who had taken a chance on her, abandoned all logic and married her without thinking twice. This moment, Kallie wanted him to know, to feel, what she felt every time he looked at her.

Hank’s hands once again snaked into her tresses. He tugged on them as she raised and lowered her mouth over his shaft at a steady pace. She felt him tense up and she lifted her head so that only the tip of his cock was in her mouth. Suckling the tip, she flicked her tongue to lap up the drops of sticky-sweet pre-cum she’d brought to the surface. More, she craved more!

Kallie fought the need to have him inside of her. She sucked him while she pumped his dick with her left hand. With every motion, she could feel him becoming so hard, she thought he’d burst, and that’s what she wanted. Soon, he’d be ready to explode, but not too soon, she hoped. Pleasuring Hank had already driven her to climax twice and she planned on at least that many more times. Sure, it was about him, but she could not deny her ecstasy any more than she could deny Hank’s.

She didn’t know how much more he could take.
Kallie had driven him to edge so many times she’d lost count of his deep grumbles of pleasure. As she devoured him with her hot, wet mouth, she knew he was losing control. She wanted him to bend her over and pour his seed into her, but she also enjoyed the power of being the one in charge. He was putty in her hands and she knew it. Kallie’s sweet, sensual side combined with her love of sex was just one of the things she was proud of. With Hank, it was so easy to get lost in her passion.

Oh God! Another climax and she began sucking and pumping him, quick, quick, slow. They hadn’t discussed much about sex, and part of her wondered if he expected her to swallow. A second later, all rational thought flew out of her mind again as she licked him from tip to balls and continued to stroke his cock. Spots appeared before her eyes as she took one ball into her mouth, covering him and gently pressing the bottom with her tongue.

She took all of him into her mouth again and Kallie saw his eyes snap open as the tip of his dick tickled the back of her throat. Her hot tongue blanketed the bottom of his shaft, gripping, working him until he writhed beneath her. Kallie placed her hands on his chest, searching for his nipples again. With relish, she sucked faster as she pinched the hardened buds. Simultaneously, his cock went deeper into her throat as Kallie raked her nails across his pecs, knowing Hank could do nothing but hold her there as he exploded into her throat.

The more he moaned, the more Kallie sucked until every last drop of his seed was expelled and both their bodies shivered with delight.

Chapter Two

After their marathon of lovemaking, they’d both had to take a shower. Of course, one of their sessions had been in the shower, so she wasn’t sure how clean they actually were, but she didn’t care. Hank could be covered in steer manure and she would still throw herself into his arms.

“Thank goodness we can go shopping here. I only brought casual clothes and I don’t think you’ll like walking around with me if I look like a bum.”

“Sweetheart, you could be covered in mud and leaves and I’d still be the proudest man in The Smokies.”

“So, where are we going?”

“Around.”

“Is it a secret?”

“No. I just figured we’d go sightseeing and hang out like tourists today.”

“Sounds wonderful.”

“Really? You’re not mad that we aren’t having some huge, honeymoon party?”

“Hank, I thought you said you knew me.” Kallie laughed.