Whispered Curses: A shy girl alpha male romance novel Read online

  I felt like I was in a trance. It was wild how easily he was able to draw me out of myself. He kissed me softly, as if I were the most precious thing in the world.

  His lips skimmed along my cheekbone, murmuring, "I love hearing you say my name, but when you scream it like that, it fills me with very filthy urges."

  Gripping his face in both hands, I nodded frantically. "Yes," I blurted. "Now."

  Eric moved over me, spreading my legs wider and grazing the head of his shaft along my wet pussy lips. "You and I are going to be the best kind of trouble together," he grinned.

  My pussy was flooded with juices. I felt swamped in heat. Need. My sensitive nipples brushed against Eric's hard chest as his weight began to bear down, sinking his cock inside me slowly. He took his time, pressing inside me carefully, deliberately. It felt even more like we were bonding.

  "I love you so much, Eden," he whispered against my lips as he held perfectly still inside me.

  "I love you, Eric,” I breathed. "I want to kiss you every day and every night forever."

  I realized I was being overly sappy, but he grinned, starting to move slowly in a deep, sensual rhythm. "Absolutely, baby."

  His hand began massaging my breast, squeezing my nipple between his thumb and forefinger until I moaned.

  "I've never been addicted to anything stronger than coffee, Eden. But I think you're going to be my favorite new addiction."

  I nodded, my head falling back as the pace of his thrusts increased perfectly. Tangling my fingers in the back of his hair, I brought his lips to mine for a filthy, gritty kiss. I wanted him to feel my heat. I wanted him to feel how much I was overcome.

  His husky groan rattled through both of us. He kissed me so hard my breathing faltered, and my gasping cries filled the room.

  I could feel his thighs clenching, his hips rocking as he thrust deeply, lustily, again and again. "You're so tight, baby. I can't believe how good you feel. You're making me lose my mind."

  "Good," I said with more sass than I expected.

  I spread wider, wrapping my legs around his hips so he could plunge right to the end of my tunnel. The pressure was incredible. The blinding need for release twitched through me, just a hair out of reach.

  Then his thumb found my clit, rolling over it gently as he pounded faster. "Tell me what I need to hear,” he begged.

  Looking up into those deep, gorgeous eyes, I was flooded with something beyond love. It just felt like… knowing.

  Knowing that Eric was under my spell as much as I was under his. Knowing that such a huge, powerful man was also under my control. We needed each other, and our balance was going to fulfill us both.

  "I love the way you fuck me," I whispered. "Is that what you want to hear, Eric? Do you want to hear how good your huge cock feels in my wet little pussy?"

  His eyes were blazing as he increased his speed even more. "Fuck, don't stop," he barked.

  "Fuck me deeper with that luscious cock," I moaned. Then I squealed as the heat rushed through me like a brushfire. My stomach clenched, my toes and fingers curled. I twitched helplessly under him while he smiled, watching with absolute adoration.

  As soon as I blinked and caught my breath, the world tilted. I was on all fours, Eric's arm under my stomach as he drove into me with a passion that was startling.

  "You said you wanted it deeper, baby," he said, biting along the back of my shoulder blade.

  His hand reached around for my clit again. He was ramming me, shaking me so hard. It only took a few tiny strokes across my swollen, oversensitive nub before I screamed again, fisting the sheets as my ass ground back against him.

  "Oh fuck," I shrieked, "Come inside me. Please…"

  His savage growl unhinged me. His heat flooded me. He shook against me hard from the force of his climax. As he finally came to a stop, I turned back over my shoulder to kiss him. Then he leaned back with his hands on my hips, looking completely dazed.

  He gently withdrew, collapsing on the bed beside me, entwining his fingers with mine as I laid on my side.

  "Holy squid," I finally murmured.

  "Indeed," he said, nodding.

  After a couple of minutes, he pulled me into his arms, kissing me, then rocking me against his chest. "Can't make words," he muttered. "Love you. Sleep."

  I pulled the blanket over us, and as he nodded off, I felt completely, utterly bonded to this man.

  He was mine. Forever. I just knew.

  ~ Chapter 28 ~ Eric ~

  * Morning Business Meeting *

  It was incredibly hard to sleep. A decision popped into my head when I first tried to close my eyes. Throughout the whole night, I barely managed to doze off a few times. As the sun began to stream in the windows, I practically held my breath until Eden’s eyes fluttered open.

  “Hi,” she murmured.

  “Good morning.” I sat up. “Business meeting.”

  Eden laughed, rolling toward me. “Before coffee? Isn’t that like… Er, what’s the term for not being able to make legal decisions because you’re not in your right mind?”

  Damn. Even when she was barely awake, she always made me laugh. “Mental incompetence. But I’m sure you’re fine.”

  Giving her a gentle kiss, I murmured, “What was that non-curse thing you say… sweet fancy dancers?”

  She giggled. “Yeah.”

  “Sweet fancy dancers, you’re pretty.”

  Making her blush was going to be one of my favorite daily activities. Kissing her again, she started to move toward me, but I leaned away. “Business meeting.”

  I grabbed my phone, calling up some photos I’d found in the middle of the night. “We’re negotiating a deal here. The terms will have a visual reminder on your finger. This morning we’re going to a specialty jewelry store and getting you a statement ring.”

  “Huh? What sort of statement?”

  I showed her a couple of massive diamond rings, loving the way her wide brown eyes sparkled in confusion.

  “Well, I would like to make one of three declarations with it. You can choose which one. Then we’ll go shopping and you can choose the ring you like best to remind us daily of the statement.”

  She sat up straight, tucking the sheet around her, unfortunately covering her luscious boobs. “I’m listening.”

  “Statement one. I’m wildly in love with you and we’re together. The ring shall be worn as a token of my love and devotion.”

  Her eyes softened. “I like that.”

  “Statement two. I’m wildly in love with you and we’re together. We shall be married in a reasonable time frame of your choosing. The ring shall be worn as a token of our engagement, and a band will be added at our wedding, whenever that turns out to be.”

  Eden’s eyes looked hazy. She blinked hard. “Are you…”

  “I will when I have the ring in my hand, yes.”

  “Oh.” She stared at me, then down at her hands. Then she smiled. “You said there was an option three?”

  “Yes. It’s the same as statement two, but we get married tonight, while we’re here with your Nana.”

  “Oh.” Her hands were shaking and she looked completely flustered.

  “Shh,” I pulled her into my arms. “Breathe, baby.”

  Eden nodded against my chest, and I was struck once again by how perfectly she fit against me.

  “Are you a huge wedding girl? A tiny wedding girl, or anything in between?”

  “I don’t know.” She looked baffled.

  I began to laugh. “Damn. I’m sorry. I assumed that all women had their weddings planned out since they were seven.”

  “Not me.” Eden took a deep breath, relaxing against me. She took another slow breath, thinking. “What if we took one year? We’ll plan something small and simple, but have some time to think everything through.”

  I took her hands, holding them between us. “To hell with the ring part. Eden, will you marry me?”

  Her face lit up as she grinned, nodding. “Yes.”
<
br />   I kissed her gently, leaning back so that she was on top of me. “You’ll move into my place right away?”

  She placed a hand on my chest. “Well, not right away.”

  She must have seen my face fall, but she shook her head. “I’m going to have to clean and organize everything,” she said very seriously. “And I have another essay due next week. So it might take me at least two or three weeks.”

  Flipping her, I pinned her hands over her head, kissing along her throat. “I’m going to do everything in my power to be the best fiancé ever.”

  “I know you’re going to be an amazing husband,” she murmured.

  “Yeah?” I kissed her nose. “How do you know that? Do you have magic knowing powers?”

  She struggled to free her wrists and I released her so that she could wrap her hands around my shoulders. “You listen to me. You care for me. You’re always building me up, and have never once torn me down. I can’t wait to be your wife, but after how fast all of this has been, we shouldn’t rush.”

  “You’re going to hear this a lot over the next sixty-something years,” I chuckled. Then I made my voice sound nasal as I sing-songed, “Yes, dear. Anything you say.”

  Her bright laugh filled the room more than the sunlight streaming in the windows. “I love you,” she giggled.

  “I love you, little miss paradise.”

  ~ Epilogue ~ Eden ~

  * What’s in a Name, Again *

  ** Almost Two Years Later **

  “Mary?”

  “Too plain.”

  “Edna?”

  “Too old fashioned.” I could hear my breath becoming raspy.

  “Marsha? Mmm…” Eric’s tongue circled my clit again. Son of a pirate… he was getting so good at knowing exactly what I needed. “Damn, you are delicious.”

  “Please,” I choked. “Could you focus on one thing at a time?”

  His thick fingers slid out of my twitching, drenched pussy. “I’m not letting you come until you decide on a name.”

  His other hand reached up to caress my rounded stomach. Feeling my body stretch and change with our daughter had left me wildly aroused from the second I got pregnant. Which was carefully arranged not to happen until after we’d been married for several months. Eric was weirdly old fashioned about that, which I found charming.

  He’d been teasing me for nearly half an hour now, which I found less than charming.

  “Please,” I gasped, “I’ll let you name her whatever you want if you make me come right now.”

  I knew he wouldn’t hold me to it, and we had another month and a half to decide. But right now I was about to explode.

  His tongue flattened against my clit, swirling slow and steady as his fingers thrust deep. I could feel the heat building in my hips, as my hands clutched his shoulders. Those dark, deep eyes stared at me, and I was unable to control myself.

  “Fuck… oh, fuck, harder,” I whispered. His eyes grinned up at me as he dug in, adding a third finger and grinding his tongue against me.

  “Jesus fucking fuck…” I squealed, the rush of tingling heat washing through me as I rode his mouth into oblivion.

  Collapsing back onto our giant bed, I blinked up at the ceiling, then addressed it as he would. “Well, now. Should I let my gorgeous husband take me, or should I have him make me dinner first?”

  Before I could stop laughing, Eric had turned me onto my side, spooning me as he lifted my top leg. My moaning filled our bedroom as he stroked the head of his shaft along my dripping pussy lips, then I squealed as he plunged slowly inside.

  The pressure of his thick length thrilled me every single day. Often two or three times a day. I especially loved it lately when he took me from behind like this so that he could pound me hard without worrying about putting pressure on the baby.

  Our sex was always surprising, and often not in our bed. But the past few weeks I’d really ‘bloomed’ as he put it, and this bump had come between us a tiny bit.

  His fingers gripped my hips tightly, driving deep. Twisting over my shoulder, I kissed him hard, rough. Then his hand slid over my hip, reaching around to flicker his fingertips across my clit.

  “Goddamn it,” I nearly growled, “That feels amazing.”

  “I hope our daughter never hears us in bed,” he murmured. I could hear the heat in his voice. The raspy tone whenever he was driving into me. “You’re going to teach her all sorts of colorful language.”

  “Fuck me harder,” I gasped.

  “Yes, dear. Anything you say.”

  His hips rolled against me in a deep, perfect rhythm. Then Eric began thrusting up into me jerkily, roughly, the way he knew I loved it.

  His bottom hand reached up to grip my much heavier breast, and I could sense how much he liked them bigger. His squeezing and groping sent sparks straight through me, as I reached around to grab his ass.

  My entire body was starting to twitch as I panted with raw desire. Eric’s teeth sunk into my shoulder, the tiny nip of pain adding to my pleasure, making me scream.

  “Yeah, baby, let me hear it. Let me hear you when you come all around me.”

  “Yes…” I choked.

  I loved it when he was a bit rough, a bit savage. As much as I adored it when he made love to me, there was something extra in the way he fucked me.

  The pressure of his thickness against my inner walls increased, and I could feel how close he was. “Oh fuck,” he muttered, “You feel so perfect, baby.”

  “Fuck almighty,” I screamed, not caring if the windows were open. Every muscle tightened as I came, twitching and squealing, my pussy fisting Eric’s cock so hard I’m surprised it didn’t hurt him.

  “Yes, gorgeous,” he breathed. “Oh, Eden…” I felt his heat flood me, screaming again with another mini-climax from the sensation of his release.

  We rocked together as our bodies took complete control, then finally found our breath. Rolling to face him, I cupped his face in my hand. “I love you so much.”

  He kissed my nose, then grinned wickedly. “I love you, baby. Even though that’s the last time I’ll be taking you that hard for a while, you know I love you.”

  My bottom lip thrust out in a pout, and he caught it in his teeth. “You’re outrageously sexy,” he mumbled.

  “Nope, that’s you,” I laughed. “But you’re never, ever to tease me for that long again. If you don’t let me come, next time I’ll strangle you with my thighs.”

  His dark eyes blazed. “I get to choose the name. You promised.”

  My eyes narrowed as I glared. “We’ll keep chatting.” I couldn’t stifle my giggle.

  Eric sat up, pulling me with him. “But I have the perfect name.”

  “Okay. Hit me.”

  His crazily handsome grin nearly distracted me as he paused for dramatic effect. Finally he said, “Tori.”

  I blinked hard, tears instantly brewing. Tori. For my grandmother, Victoria.

  As I burst into happy sobs, Eric rolled his eyes. “Dammit. I should have known after you cried at that phone commercial last night.” Pulling me into his arms, he rocked me gently.

  “It’s perfect,” I sniffled. “Thank you.”

  “Even if it didn’t have such a lovely meaning for us, it’s a cute name. It’s perky. Then she could grow into the longer version later if she wants to.”

  Snuggling against Eric’s shoulder, I could almost picture her. Our little Tori in pigtails, prancing around the backyard, making up games with Eric and I in the summer sun. Someday, our daughter Victoria, going to university, and becoming… anything she wants.

  “Hey, dreamy girl,” Eric murmured. “Where did you go?”

  I smiled up at him. “Excited about the future.”

  “Do you want a prophecy to tell you how it’s going to turn out?”

  I shook my head. “No. Never. Let’s just watch how everything unfolds.”

  He kissed me gently, in that magical way of his where there was no future and no past. Time stopped until we
were breathless.

  *** The End ***

  ***

  Please stay in touch!

  Join the email newsletter at http://eepurl.com/gd7WDP

  (Longer previews and new releases!)