to stay.”
Wick smiled, but it held such sadness. An expression Carrick had never
seen on his friend before. “Then I will talk to Brielle. You go see your queen.”
Carrick kept walking, down the hall, past his bedchamber and toward
the open doors. It was strange to see that look on his face; perhaps Brook
created that deprived feeling in all his men. Seeing their King happy while they
only had their hands must be difficult. He made a mental note, to rotate the
men for surface duty sooner than planned. The lack of women occupying their
lives was affecting his men. He spread his wings. Then he headed toward the
woman he wished to be his queen.
****
What would this place look like in winter? Would it be covered by
snow and the water frozen over? Brook couldn’t help but wonder. She wanted
to see it for herself. Would the sunflowers die out? Did this place even have a
winter? Her eyes closed, but she wasn’t asleep. She inhaled the fresh air and
enjoyed doing nothing but nothing. That was until she felt a bite on her breast,
right beside her hard nipple. She closed her fist, pulled away as her eyes
opened and hands grabbed her. A scream was on the verge of her lips.
“It’s me, sweet.”
“Carrick!” She hugged him, pulled away to slap him in the arm, the
idiot. “I didn’t hear you.”
“I walked…to sneak up and take a nibble. I can’t resist that body of
yours.”
“Is that so? Hmm, I like the sound of that.” She leaned back; his mouth
hovered over her parted lips. “Irresistible, Brook.”
She grinned as he swooped down for a ravenous kiss. His tongue and
lips dominated, and brought them on a journey to mimic their intense intimacy.
She was on her back with him quickly above her. Brook drowned out the
sound of that magnificent waterfall, and the thumping of her heart. She heard
only his breath, his heartbeat, his moan of pleasure.
His chest rasped against her nipples, the sensation was one of a kind
tickling her flesh like a hundred exploring fingers. She could spend forever
here. Her breath caught. Was that a decision? The thought popped straight
from her heart and settled in her brain like it had always been there. Stay here
as Carrick’s queen.
“I think…”
He didn’t let her finish but pushed her gently to her side and then over
onto her stomach. His hands cupped her breasts and tugged her nipples. Then
his hands moved to her back and those hard nubs pressed against the tickling
grass and solid ground.
His fingers were magnificent; they eased tense muscles as his knees
spread her legs. “I missed you,” he talked quietly and placed his lips against
her shoulder. Sweet, butterfly touches made the verdict that much easier.
“Same here, fairy man.” His tongue found her spine. Carrick’s teeth
nibbled and his lips teased as he followed it down to her lower back. His palms
lay flat against her ass cheeks and squeezed. She bit her lip, wiggled before
arching her hips so he had better access. His laughter brought a smile to her
face.
“Eager?”
Chapter Seven
“Eager for you? Always.” His fingers moved her panties over pressed
his palm securely over her clit as his mouth found its way toward her core. He
didn’t treat her pussy to an erotic taste but gave her lower lips a single, rather
innocent, kiss. Brook was ready to beg. She was beyond eager, it bordered on
manic.
“Carrick…” She groaned. He finally rewarded her with a single finger
urging her lower lips open and circling her hole. She was so wet, so ready and
every attempt she made to sink his finger inside was futile. He moved away,
shifted over or removed his touch completely. This was torture, and she
prepared to tell him so when that long finger pierced her core and slithered
deep inside.
She sighed. Now this was worth begging for. To feel his warmth inside
her, although, a little thicker would be perfect. “More Carrick…” She reached
under and grabbed her
Wick smiled, but it held such sadness. An expression Carrick had never
seen on his friend before. “Then I will talk to Brielle. You go see your queen.”
Carrick kept walking, down the hall, past his bedchamber and toward
the open doors. It was strange to see that look on his face; perhaps Brook
created that deprived feeling in all his men. Seeing their King happy while they
only had their hands must be difficult. He made a mental note, to rotate the
men for surface duty sooner than planned. The lack of women occupying their
lives was affecting his men. He spread his wings. Then he headed toward the
woman he wished to be his queen.
****
What would this place look like in winter? Would it be covered by
snow and the water frozen over? Brook couldn’t help but wonder. She wanted
to see it for herself. Would the sunflowers die out? Did this place even have a
winter? Her eyes closed, but she wasn’t asleep. She inhaled the fresh air and
enjoyed doing nothing but nothing. That was until she felt a bite on her breast,
right beside her hard nipple. She closed her fist, pulled away as her eyes
opened and hands grabbed her. A scream was on the verge of her lips.
“It’s me, sweet.”
“Carrick!” She hugged him, pulled away to slap him in the arm, the
idiot. “I didn’t hear you.”
“I walked…to sneak up and take a nibble. I can’t resist that body of
yours.”
“Is that so? Hmm, I like the sound of that.” She leaned back; his mouth
hovered over her parted lips. “Irresistible, Brook.”
She grinned as he swooped down for a ravenous kiss. His tongue and
lips dominated, and brought them on a journey to mimic their intense intimacy.
She was on her back with him quickly above her. Brook drowned out the
sound of that magnificent waterfall, and the thumping of her heart. She heard
only his breath, his heartbeat, his moan of pleasure.
His chest rasped against her nipples, the sensation was one of a kind
tickling her flesh like a hundred exploring fingers. She could spend forever
here. Her breath caught. Was that a decision? The thought popped straight
from her heart and settled in her brain like it had always been there. Stay here
as Carrick’s queen.
“I think…”
He didn’t let her finish but pushed her gently to her side and then over
onto her stomach. His hands cupped her breasts and tugged her nipples. Then
his hands moved to her back and those hard nubs pressed against the tickling
grass and solid ground.
His fingers were magnificent; they eased tense muscles as his knees
spread her legs. “I missed you,” he talked quietly and placed his lips against
her shoulder. Sweet, butterfly touches made the verdict that much easier.
“Same here, fairy man.” His tongue found her spine. Carrick’s teeth
nibbled and his lips teased as he followed it down to her lower back. His palms
lay flat against her ass cheeks and squeezed. She bit her lip, wiggled before
arching her hips so he had better access. His laughter brought a smile to her
face.
“Eager?”
Chapter Seven
“Eager for you? Always.” His fingers moved her panties over pressed
his palm securely over her clit as his mouth found its way toward her core. He
didn’t treat her pussy to an erotic taste but gave her lower lips a single, rather
innocent, kiss. Brook was ready to beg. She was beyond eager, it bordered on
manic.
“Carrick…” She groaned. He finally rewarded her with a single finger
urging her lower lips open and circling her hole. She was so wet, so ready and
every attempt she made to sink his finger inside was futile. He moved away,
shifted over or removed his touch completely. This was torture, and she
prepared to tell him so when that long finger pierced her core and slithered
deep inside.
She sighed. Now this was worth begging for. To feel his warmth inside
her, although, a little thicker would be perfect. “More Carrick…” She reached
under and grabbed her