Loving Her

Loving Her

By

Kelly Lucille

Text Copyright© 2013 Kelly Lucille

Published by Kelly Lucille at Smashwords

All Rights Reserved

For Michelle.

Who bought me my first laptop,

and always encouraged me to

follow my dream.

Table of Contents

Chapter1

Chapter2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Epilogue

About the Author

Chapter 1

So, everyone agrees to be on their best behavior, right?

The room was overly quiet so Clytie stopped her pacing and placed her fists on her nicely rounded hips, glaring at all three of the men slumped about the huge family room.  Everyone will be on their best behavior right?  She asked louder and the men hurried to assure her.

Absolutely.

No problem.

You won't even know we're here.  Since this statement came from a man who resembled a six foot one Greek god, the doubtful eyes spearing his way were understandable.

Ben, she said exasperated.  My cousin is neither gay nor dead; she's going to know you're around.  She ignored the growl coming from her lover who at over seven feet managed to dwarf even the oversized leather sectional he sat in.  All I'm asking is that you tone down the pheromones and refrain from trying to make her the middle of a Ben and Mac hunk sandwich.

Hands off.  No problem.  His tone was a little more cavalier than she would have liked.  Though, he said, a twinkle in his rarely serious eyes.  What happens if she jumps me?

Clytie blinked a few times, then wrinkled her nose.  Not likely.  However, if my cousin has somehow suffered a personality reversal and lost the sense she was born with...  She paused.  Nope, not gonna happen, but nice try.  There was a beep from the security system and Mac stood up to check it out. 

That's probably her.  Now I want your word, Ben.  Mac, you too.  No one is to put any moves on my cousin.

Mac raised a brow on his way to the monitor room.  Not really my style, Clytie.

And you know I only have eyes for you, Ben said, suddenly there and lifting her up off her feet to lay a big smacking kiss on her lips.  Clytie gasped, and pounded a fist on his shoulder even as she couldn't help but laugh.

Idiot.

Oops.  Here he comes, he said with a laugh. She didn’t have to look behind her to know who was closing fast.  Before she could warn them not to start anything with her cousin coming, she was airborne and landed with a screech right into Demons arms.  He looked her over, his eyes a blaze of heat that turned cold when he looked at Ben.  He went to set her down gently, his eyes still on Ben promising mayhem.  Instead, she clung to his neck like a barnacle.

Demon.  No!  She said still a little breathless from the flight.  My cousin is here.

I'm just going to pound on him a little baby, I'll be fast. I promise.

She laughed, holding on tighter.  No. You know he just does it to get a reaction out of you.

I'll give him a reaction.  His voice was low and mean and Clytie stopped laughing. He was seriously pissed.

She pulled his face around to meet her eyes.  I love you, Demon, she said a little desperately, then she kissed him.  As a diversion, it certainly worked, but she got a lot more than she bargained for.  With another growl, Demon took control of the kiss, delving deep between her soft lips and staking claim.  As usual, when Demon turned her on Clytie forgot everything but him.

When Mac stepped back into the room to tell Clytie her cousin was coming up the drive, his eyes went from the clinging couple to Ben who had a deeply satisfied puckish look on his face. He was back in his chair watching the show.

What did you do? he asked on a growl.

Ben snorted.  Like it takes much to get them started.

The doorbell rang.  Demon was busy adjusting Clytie in his arms so that her legs wrapped around him with his hands finding the swell of her ass to clutch her closer.

Ben jumped up with a lethal grace natural to him and sauntered for the front door.  Mac followed behind him, not even bothering to try to talk to Demon when he was in his happy place.

If you mess with Clytie’s cousin, she's going to be pissed, and then Demon will be pissed.  We do not want Demon pissed. 

Why does everyone think I can't keep my dick in my pants?  Frankly it's insulting.

Mac gave him a look.

Christ. Fine.  She's off limits.  It's not like I can't find the same thing at any bar in town.

And if she's like Clytie?  Mac said. His voice low, his hand on the doorknob.

Ben looked at him and his smile faded.  There is no one else like Clytie.  She's one in a million.

I agree. Came a humor filled voice through the door.  I assume that you are Ben and Mac and since it seems settled that Ben will refrain from tackling me down on the front porch and having his way with me; do you think I can come in now?  It's kinda warm out here.

Mac pulled open the door with a curse ready to apologize and lost his breath.  Ben summed it up nicely for him though with one word.

Fuck.

Maybe two inches taller than Clytie and all of it leg as far as Ben could see.  She lacked the generous curves that Clytie possessed, but what she had was in all the right places and shapes. 

In the hot California sun, she was wearing cut off denim shorts and an over-sized man’s shirt tied at the waist. Her sandals were natural leather and strappy with a short heel.  Silky sun kissed brown hair was up in a messy bun with little wisps drawing the eye to a delicate neck.  She wore nothing that could be considered provocative, she wasn't even wearing make-up as far as he could tell and still he was seriously reconsidering the no jumping Clytie’s cousin rule that was currently in effect.

Fuck, he said again with feeling.

She blinked. The twinkle in her hazel eyes as obvious as the color rising in her cheeks. She lacked the freckles of her cousin, and instead had lickable skin of warm cream that wore a blush well. She smiled, then laughed, and his dick tried to fight its way out of his pants.

Wow.  Here I thought Clytie was exaggerating.  I should have known better.  When she said she lived in a house with sex on a stick around every corner I should have believed her. 

Cassie cleared her throat when her attempt at humor failed to break the ice.  They continued to devour her with their eyes and she could feel it all the way to her toes. There was a robotic voice in her head saying: ‘Danger. Cassie Evans, danger.’

Is she here by the way?  My cousin Clytie?  That got their attention.  However, if the one that looked like a fallen angel said fuck one more time she was going to take it personally.  He had to be Ben.

Sorry, come in.  Clytie’s  ... Ben cleared his throat.  She's a little tied up.  I'll take you to her.

Cassie smiled, Tied up?  Literally or in a boring way?  Cause I would hate to interrupt something fun.  Her joke fell flat, again.  Both Ben and who she assumed was Mac, though he had yet to say a word, froze. Eyes going a little glazed, making her wonder if she had hit the nail on the proverbial head.  She cleared her throat. Okay, no more sex jokes.  Let me just get my bags off the porch, shall I?

She picked up her overnight bag and purse stepping forward through the door. Mac finally came alive and stepped toward her, intent on taking said bags at the same time and she found herself bumping nose to chest with him.  He smelled really good.  She breathed him in before she thought better of it and only then realized he was also sporting a very impressive erection, which was pressed into her belly, and she had just blatantly sniffed him. 

Not the best idea, especially when her nipples beaded against her shirt, and from the way he tensed, she knew he could feel it.  She stepped back so fast she tripped over her own feet. While falling, managed to catch Mac hard enough in the knees with her flying bag to take him with her.

She ended up on her back, face to face, chest to chest with his noticeable erection snug between her thighs.  When she could draw a breath, she was ready to do some cursing of her own.

I am so sorry, she said. Her cheeks felt neon pink and she wiggled about trying to get out from under him.  It was clearly a mistake because he groaned. She froze.  Are you hurt? 

She raised her head trying to see over his shoulder for what was ailing him and only managed to rub her cheek along his, making him groan again. She dropped her head back to the porch with a thump.  There was a notable increase in pressure between her legs. 

Oh, right.  I'll just shut up now, and hope the porch swallows me whole.

When she finally got the courage to meet his eyes they had lost none of their heat.  She swallowed with difficulty, then licked her suddenly dry lips. Before she could apologize again for attacking the poor man, he cursed.  Then he kissed her. 

Swallowing her words of embarrassed apology against his lips, he delved in with his warm tongue and attempted to devour her whole.  Lord the man could kiss.  He coaxed her with tongue and teeth until, with a groan, she closed her eyes and was kissing him back. 

Her hands were wrapped in her bags, or she would have had them in his hair.  His were not so restricted.  She felt them move up each side of her body as if he was memorizing her.  They came to rest just under her arm, close enough to her breasts that she couldn't hold back a groan of her own.  Her legs, on each side of his hard thighs, bent at the knees without any prior authorization from her brain, until her feet were flat on the floor and her hips were canted so she could feel him exactly where she needed him. 

He stopped kissing her briefly to meet her eyes and she took the respite to breath in and out which she hadn't done since his lips had taken hers.

He met her eyes with silver fire.  I’m Mac.

Hi Mac, she said, then had to clear her throat and blink her brain back into gear.  Nice to meet you.  Good lord, she sounded like a twit.  At the risk of seeming inconsistent, do you think you could get off me now?

I’d rather not. He shifted a bit, which caused his cock to rub just the right place through the seam of her jeans.  Cassie arched her back and hissed before she could stop herself.

All-righty then, she said breathlessly, before his lips found hers again.  They were softer than a man’s should be and