OK, here’s something a bit lighter then the last few excerpts from Taylor and Devon’s story. I’m dedicating this one to my BFF Calen! She called me last night to encourage me to not give up on this story! Big *HUGS* BFF!!
Taylor slowly opened her eyes and a languid smile formed on her lips at the feel of a hard body pressed into her from behind. She could tell that Devon was still sleeping from the light puffs of breath that caressed her neck each time he breathed out. They had woken up in each others arms every morning since coming back from the north and the defeat of William Regan a week ago.
The first several days had been hell for them. Between the debriefings with Shay, the reports that had to be filled out and dealing with Taylor’s aunts, they’d had limited opportunities for only themselves. At last, Devon had roared enough! and tossing Taylor over one broad shoulder had retreated to their suite of rooms and locked the world out. They hadn’t left the bed for more than food and showers since.
Her smile shifted into a grin when he gave a snort and mumbled her name. Devon had one arm slung over the top of her and one of his legs was resting over hers.
Wiggling deeper into his body she froze for an instant when her butt encountered his thick cock. Mischief filled her and she wiggled right up against that steel shaft and gently rocked her butt until it slid between her butt checks.
“Careful, baby,” a gravelly voice caressed her ear. “We’ll have to pick up where we left off last night if you continue moving like that.”
Taylor giggled. “Don’t you mean this morning, love?” She gave a slight gasp as Devon flipped her to her back and covered her body with his. His legs parted Taylor’s and he settled between her thighs, his cock brushing her naked mound. His muscular arms held his upper body up so he wouldn’t crush her under his weight.
“Last night, this morning…” He dropped a swift kiss on her lips. “It’s all same.” His grin was devilish as he rocked his hips forward, his cock sliding between her wet folds. “No panties…” He teased.
Taylor’s arms went around his neck and she brought his lips down to hers and whispered against them.
“You ripped them off of me last night, Devon Brady.”
“Yeah, well, they were in my way.” He said unapologetically and smirked.
Taylor’s eyes became solemn as she gazed up and into his.
“I love you, Devon Brady, I will always love you.” One finger caressed his cheek, “My mate, my life.”
Devon’s eyes were equally serious as he stared into hers.
“And I love you, Taylor Connor.” He turned his face so his lips were brushing her now open palm. “Mo ghra, mo chroi, mo maité fíor.” His words, mere whispers in the ancient language, sent quivers through her body. They were quiet for several minutes, absorbed in each other.
The buzz of a phone vibrating on the bedside stand brought them both back to the present. Devon glanced over at his with a frown.
“Did you turn the phones back on, baby?”
“No,” Taylor replied with a frown of her own. “I mean we were pretty occupied when you carried me in here, but I thought we turned them off.” The buzzing ceased and Devon looked back at Taylor with a perplexed expression. “But maybe we didn’t…” She trailed off.
“I thought we had…” He broke off when the phone began buzzing again.
Taylor sighed and pressed on Devon’s chest. “You should get that.”
Devon looked down at her. “Why?” he asked.
“We’ve been in here nearly a week, Dev,” She pushed a little harder. “And we did sort of leave matters just hanging. I think we’re lucky Shay wasn’t up here pounding on our door days ago.”
With a grunt, Devon heaved himself up and off of Taylor. His gaze caressed her body even as he reached out for the phone.
“I don’t know, babe, he might have.” he replied. “I think I remember hearing something like pounding two days, or was that nights, ago.” He winked at her. “I thought is our hearts pounding from all the great sex we were having.” Taylor’s face turned a delicate shade of rose. He swiped the phone’s screen without looking at the caller I.D.
“Brady.” He answered. If she had to guess, Taylor would bet that was Shay, demanding they return to Ops and complete the whole Regan business. The voice on the other end was loud enough to know she was right, on both counts.
“Look, Shay, we”ll…” Devon began to say before Shay interrupted. She could hear him speaking, and but couldn’t make out what he was saying.
“If you’ll just shut the hell up for two seconds!” Devon shouted into the phone. There was silence at last. “I was going to say, we’ll be down as soon as we shower. Give us ten minutes.” He glanced back at Taylor sprawled on the bed and grinned. “Make that twenty minutes.” And he hung up.
Taylor raised her eyebrows, “Did you just hang up on the boss?”
“Yeah, I did.” He stood up and held out a hand to her. “We have twenty minutes to shower before we have to be in Ops.” She stretched out and let him haul up from the bed and into his arms.
“It doesn’t take that long to shower, sweetheart.” Taylor glanced up at him with a wicked grin and desire in her eyes.
Devon chuckled. “Oh, I can assure you, we’ll use every one of those twenty minutes, baby.”
“Will we?” She questioned rubbing against his body. He groaned. “And what do you have in mind?”
Devon bent his head and started whispering in her ear. Taylor’s eyes widened before becoming half lidded as she listened to what Devon planned to do to her. When he raised his head, his grin was wide.
“Well?” He asked.
She shifted out of his arms and headed to the bathroom, her generous breasts bouncing and her firm butt swaying. She peeked back over her shoulder and gave Devon a saucy smile.
“Come on, lover boy.” She sassed. “I have a few ideas of my own.”
“Hell, yeah!” Devon enthused, following Taylor into the bathroom in all his naked splendor.