Erin exploded. Abel filled every part of her until there was room for nothing else. Her convulsions were almost violent as she shook from head to toe. Abel continued to stroke her with his fingers and cock until she collapsed against him, totally spent. When he carefully removed his hands from her she shivered, already missing the intimate contact with him.
She knew that he hadn’t come and expected him to keep thrusting, but instead, he gripped her bottom and rolled until she was lying under him. His cock was still rock-hard inside her and she could feel it pulsing deep within her. Pushing her knees back towards her head, he gripped her knees and spread her legs wide. The move left her legs spread wide open and him in total control. A bead of sweat rolled down his temple as he began to thrust once again.
He plunged into her over and over, harder with each stroke. Even though she’d just had an amazingly intense orgasm, she felt her body spring to life once again. Every time he drove into her, he ground himself against her clit, until she wanted to scream. She urged her hips up to meet his downward thrust, wanting him to be deeper, wanting him to push harder.
“Harder,” she moaned. “Deeper.”
His nostril flared and the lust in his eyes boiled over. Dropping her legs, he gripped her hips, and rammed himself into her. She could feel his fingers biting into her hips, and feel the frantic beat of his heart as he drove himself into her. His breathing was harsh as he thrust so hard that her entire body slid upward on the bed. Erin wrapped her legs around his hips and locked her ankles behind him. She was so close.
He pushed one final time and shook as he emptied himself into her. The feel of his hot semen spurting deep inside her caused her to come again. She cried out as Abel thrust several more times before collapsing on top of her. Digging her heels into his ass, she kept him deep inside her. Her inner muscles continued to milk his cock making them both shake with desire.
Little aftershocks rocked her as she lay there covered by Abel’s large body. She could feel his cock getting smaller with in her, but refused to let him go. Keeping her arms and legs wrapped tightly around him, she held him tight.
It was Abel who moved first, easing back so that she had no choice but to drop her legs back to the bed. He rolled onto his back and settled her onto his chest. Erin shimmied until his semi-erect cock was back inside her before sighing contentedly and resting her head on his chest.
Neither one of them spoke. Their feelings were still too raw, too intense. Both of them were totally exhausted, but clung to each other, refusing to let go of the moment.
Erin finally made herself look at the clock and knew she no longer had any choice. It was already seven o’clock and she had blueberry fields waiting for her. She started to move, but Abel held her with his arms, refusing to let her move. She allowed herself to enjoy the sensation for a moment before she tried again.
“I’ve got to get up.”
“I know.” Reluctantly, he let her go.
Leaning over, she kissed him, enjoying the feeling of his lips against hers. “Good morning,” she whispered against his lips.
“It certainly is.” Abel gave her a quick kiss before lifting her off him and rolling up to sit on the side of the bed. “If we don’t stop now, you won’t get to work today.” He inspected her skin more closely. “And you’re still a little sore.”
Erin felt totally comfortable sitting on the bed naked while he looked her over. “It doesn’t really hurt.”
“Doesn’t matter. I’ll make some breakfast while you shower.” Snagging a pair of jeans off the floor, he tugged them on. Standing, he zipped them, but didn’t bother to button them.
Holding out his hands to her, he helped her off the bed. “Make sure you use some more aloe gel on your skin before you get dressed.”
“Yes sir.” She saluted him smartly, making him smile. Tiny laugh lines bracketed his beautiful green eyes as he gave a little laugh.
“Smart-ass.” He smacked her playfully on the behind as he shooed her towards the bathroom. Erin hurried to get showered and dressed, already anticipating breakfast.
Abel was relaxed and mellow when a knock came on the door an hour later. Erin had left just a few minutes ago after agreeing to meet him at the swimming hole later this afternoon. With any other woman, such a domestic scene would have left him with an uneasy feeling in his gut, but with Erin, he felt content. He had taken pleasure in cooking her a breakfast of bacon, eggs, and toast. She’d eaten with an obvious enjoyment that had left him smiling. His woman didn’t pick at her food. She had a healthy hearty appetite in every aspect of her life.
Thinking Erin must have forgotten something, he continued stacking the dirty dishes on the counter. “It’s open,” he shouted. “Did you forget something, honey?”
“No, sweetheart.” The male voice was mocking with an underlying hint of anger. “I didn’t.”
Abel had been afraid that this would happen. In spite of Erin’s belief that she could keep their relationship a secret, he knew better. Neither of her brothers was stupid, and it was only a matter of time before one of them or both of them found out. That it was Nathan didn’t surprise him. The man was a cop, after all, and was trained to be observant.
Turning slowly, he crossed his arms across his chest, leaned against the counter, and tried to gauge the extent of Nathan’s anger. “Say what’s on your mind.”
Nathan stood there with his feet spread, his hands on his hips and a scowl on his face. “I sat in my truck and watched my sister leave your house this morning.”
“Would you believe it if I told you she was just here for breakfast?” Abel never took his eyes off Nathan.
“Is that what you’re telling me?” Nathan’s blue eyes narrowed, and the expression on his face grew even blacker.
“Nope.” Abel was tired of pussyfooting around the truth. Pushing away from the counter, he took two mugs out of the cupboard, and filled them both with coffee. “Sit down.” He motioned to Nathan to have a seat and placed one of the mugs on the table in front of the vacant seat. Pulling out his own chair, he sat and spread his long legs in front of him.
Nathan stomped to the table, hauled out the chair, and sat. His two hands were clenched into fists as he stared across the table at Abel. “I know that Erin is a grown woman, but there’s just some things a brother doesn’t want to think about his sister.”
“I can imagine.” Abel picked up his mug and took a sip of the hot, steaming brew. Nathan was obviously doing his best to be open-minded about the whole thing, so Abel let him take his time and gather his thoughts.
“What bothers me the most is that she lied to me and Jackson.” Nathan toyed with the handle of his mug before picking it up and taking a large swallow.
“That wasn’t my idea,” Abel felt compelled to point out. “Nothing I said could convince her differently.” Taking pity on the other man, Abel did his best to explain. “Erin is afraid that my relationship with both you and Jackson would change for the worse if you found out that we were sleeping together.”
“Well, she’s right about that.” Nathan’s whole body was tense now as he placed both palms on the table and leaned forward. “I can’t stop her from doing whatever she wants because she’s a grown woman. But that’s my baby sister you’re messing with and if you hurt her, I’m going to come back here and beat the crap out of you. Understand?”
Abel had no doubt that he could win a fight against Nathan. It would be a close one, even though he had half a foot on the man. There was nothing meaner than a pissed-off older brother, especially one who had special training in hand-to-hand fighting. Abel had expected nothing less from him, and would have been disappointed in him otherwise.