"Two Pair, King High"

Copyright 2006 Penn O'Hara

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Usual disclaimers apply.

Previously on "Two Pair, King High"

"We haven't done it in a bed yet," Logan murmured, his sense of power growing with the shudders that wracked Carolyn's body.

Feeling her hands steal under his coat and explore his back, he heard her murmur something about not needing a bed before she pulled his head to hers and offered her mouth. His body was straining for hers, but he was determined to bank it this time. The first time last night it had happened too quickly. He intended to draw out tonight for all it was worth. Every time.

His mouth driving into her, Logan lost himself in her heady taste and frantic response. She dropped her weight into him and he took it, swinging her easily into his arms. The image of that huge dining table came to him and he headed toward it, not lifting his mouth from hers as he walked. Lying her flat on its polished surface, he pulled back to gaze upon her disheveled sexiness, ripped his coat from his back, and smiled in anticipation of taking her at least twice there before worrying about a bed.

"Then let's not bother with one now," he said.

Chapter Two

Logan was amazed at how much Carolyn could take and still ask for more. Although he had her on her oval dining room table, he had begun by treating her with the gentleness as if he had a young virgin in a bed, but Carolyn's hands, legs and moans egged him on, encouraging him to pick up the pace and push her to find her limit.

Her back was protected from the friction of the table's richly gleaming surface by his crossed arms underneath her. Her heels, which had at first braced her against his thrusts on the wooden surface, were now wrapped around his waist and her fingernails had finally released their grip on his flanks and were raking up and down his naked back.

The intensity of it and Carolyn's capacity to absorb him and demand more, was filling Logan with a potency that kicked his stamina beyond his normal capabilities.

"Mikeeeeeee!"

Her body froze under him but her muscles around him rippled and grabbed and pummeled him, so that he had to bite down to hold it back. There was no way he was going to end it yet. Alternating between hissing through his teeth and taking in great gulps of air, Logan rode her release, giving her those moments to savor the experience before he began again.

"Carolyn, honey," he gritted, "you feel too good. You're killin' me."

"It's…huh…oh…kay," she gasped. "I'm finished. You can–"

"No way, baby," he said, smiling, "you're nowhere near finished."

Bracing his knees and shifting his weight backward, Logan pulled Carolyn with him so that she was sitting on his thighs, her legs still wrapped around his waist. Her eyes were wide with wonder and he grinned wider, rubbing a hand down her back, pressing her to his chest. She was as light as a feather; he could hold her like this all night but she fit him so closely he feared he would explode.

Burying his face in her neck, Logan breathed in her scent, exotic and steamy from their lovemaking. Beginning a gentle stroke, he immediately bit his lip at the rekindled surge of feeling. His pleasure, so near to the surface, was almost painful. Jerking up his chin, eyes wide, he was desperate to focus on something to divert his mind from the exquisiteness of Carolyn gripping him.

Logan came face to face with their reflection.

"Shit!"

Carolyn moaned. "Whaa…t…s'wrong?"

He gazed upon the image of them naked and locked as one. "You've got this…huge…mirror hangin' on the wall," he said in wonder.

"It'ssss…an antique." Carolyn bit his earlobe and breathed moistly into his ear.

Logan groaned in response, shutting his eyes briefly, before they opened again to fasten on the mirror. The tousled, dazed look on his face shocked Logan. He was the one who was supposed to reduce his partner to lovesick sappiness, not the other way round.

He swallowed with difficulty, shut his eyes on the portrait of her long hair streaming down her back, arms hugging his shoulders and firm buttocks perched on his thighs, and mustered the strength within him to stroke powerfully into her. His teeth gritted with the force needed to bite down on his own release. Heaving in a breath, he tried again and swore, but kept going, finally locking onto a rhythm that took every ounce of energy to keep a cap on it but succeeded in maintaining his sanity.

Opening his eyes again, he focused on the image of them together, amazed at the erotic beauty of it. She was so small and delicate against the bulging muscles of his arms and shoulders, her hair draped over his arm like a curtain. Her cheek was pressed against his chest, her pants stirring the dark hair there; their bodies undulating in perfect harmony.

The voyeurism of the scene tore at him first before a new, more intense feeling overtook it. He suddenly felt protective of her, wanting to keep her in his arms, keep her close, and safe, and more amazing still, wanting to never again have any other woman like this.

"Carolyn…"

"Hmmm?…Aaaah…" She started to lift her chin to look at him then threw her head back, the vulnerable line of her throat making him want to hold her even closer.

He felt her muscles ripple over him again, but, watching their reflection, it was as if it were happening to someone else. He was too consumed by the perfection of their joining, awed by the way Carolyn melded with him so absolutely.

"Miiiiiiike!"

She shouted to the ceiling, and the cry that would normally fill him with a smug confirmation of his expertise, this time, made him fiercely determined that, from now on, his would be the only man's name on her lips.

He turned his head away from their reflection and kissed her, swallowing her scream with his mouth, sealing his determination that she was his. Carolyn shuddered into him, her body limp, and he held her tenderly, raining kisses on her face and neck, to the curve of her shoulder.

"Carolyn…" he said again, against her skin.

She didn't answer, still gasping through her release, and the encouragement he needed – a lift of her head, a small smile from her lips or a look of tenderness from her eyes – to tell her, to admit that she was the one, wasn't offered.

The fleeting moment passed.

Logan flayed himself for his cowardice, then berated himself for going soft. A woman – his women – didn't want him soft. They wanted him virile and able to give them a good time they wouldn't forget.

Lifting Carolyn from his lap with the ease of picking off a slumbering puppy, he flipped her around and supported her on her hands and knees, her eyes facing the mirror.

"Look," he grinned, back in his comfort zone of playful lover. "I seem to remember you scoffing about a mirror above my bed? What do you call that?"

Carolyn forced her breathing under control before she answered him, gazing into the mirror. "I usually eat…off this table, Mike, not fuck on it. It was never…designed nor intended to reflect this sort of scene."

Logan chuckled. "Well, we're gonna forge new territory here then, aren't we?"

Pressing his fingers slightly into the flesh beside her neck, he brought his hands down her spine making her involuntarily stretch, her chin to the ceiling. Her body perfectly placed for him, he slid into her again, thighs quivering as his hips framed her from behind. He smoothed his hands under her, one sliding up her belly to cup a breast, the other lingering low, stimulating her.

Carolyn's groan was echoed by his as he moved within her, his hips powering and locking and retreating again before the next guided assault. The pressure was building within him again, threatening to blow. Aware his control was slipping, Logan focused again on the mirror, forcing his mind from the volatility of feeling to deliberate analysis of his performance.

But he was unprepared for what he saw. He looked past the image of two people indulging themselves on a tabletop, the female naked and nubile, the male dominant and leading her into the culmination of their passion. Instead, he saw a beautiful woman giving herself up boldly with an instinctive trust and a man, himself, accepting that trust with respect and admiration.

Mike couldn't remember the last woman he'd taken to his bed with genuine respect. It overwhelmed and astounded him, breaking his rhythm, his hands gentling. He bent forward to place tender kisses on her back before laying his cheek against her skin, breathing deeply, eyes closed.

"Mike?" Carolyn asked, tentatively.

She was wondering what was wrong; why he had stopped. Nothing was wrong; everything was right. He sighed with pure delight, exploring the newness of how he was feeling, sampling its rareness and holding it close to him.

"Mike?" Carolyn sounded confused now, but he wasn't. He was so sure of this, being with her and for her; more sure than ever before in his life.

Logan turned his head from her warmth and straightened, smiling to himself. Looking again into the mirror, he fixed his gaze on the symmetry of her features, the heavy allure of darkened eyes, the abandon of parted lips and hovering tongue, the exquisite curve of firm breasts. Beginning slowly with a sure thrust and delicious retreat, he picked up his rhythm, taking her along with him on this delectable exploration of their mutual passion.

A passion that fused, expanded and overtook them.

oOo

Riding high on a crest of intense rapture, Goren held Alex aloft, his hands spanning her waist, fingers caressing her ribs as she rode him on her couch, tossing her head.

She'd begun by playfully insisting she be the dominant partner and he'd humored her, not expecting her versatility or flexibility on such a confined surface. She'd taken him to the edge several times already, denying him his release at the last minute, then apologizing gently with kisses and sweet words of love.

Lulling him into a tender place, she started tantalizing him again with her mouth and busy hands and what little coherent thought left to him was devoted to admiring her soft and slick body above him.

But he was at the end of his tether now, his head fit to burst along with his body. He wanted to take control but didn't want to deny Alex her game. His tormented frustration was worth the satisfied curve of her mouth and elated gleam in her eyes.

"Alex," he pleaded, "you're gonna have to let me–"

She joyously smiled and bent over him, her tongue tip running up his belly, over his chest, her mouth stopping with a playful nip on his chin. "What's up, Bobby? Besides the obvious."

"Witch."

"If you've finished with the name-calling, I'll continue."

"Please do."

Linking her fingers with his and capturing them on both sides of the pillow below his head, Alex pushed herself upright, biting her lip as she gave a playful wriggle.

Watching her through slitted eyes, Goren wanted to focus on her look of pleasure but the way she was manipulating him now shot his concentration to hell. He hissed through grinding teeth, groaning out loud as she increased her tempo, rocking on his hips with frenzied abandon.

Squeezing his eyes shut, Goren held it together by sheer willpower, then was rewarded by her gurgling call of triumph. Her body spasming on his was the last straw. Goren joined her shout with a howl of his own as he exploded within her and quickly pulled her down to his chest, to cradle her in tight reverence as she milked him. Chest heaving, he took in gulps of air, absorbing her shudders.

Riding the tremors, he rubbed his cheek against the top of her head where it lay on his chest. Her breathing ragged, her body was vibrating against his, warming his flesh where she lay.

"Alex, that was…"

"Yes?" she murmured.

"I love the way…"

"Yes?"

"Hell, I can't think..."

"The Great Goren unable to think! That's all the encouragement I need," she laughed. He smiled against her hair. Minutes passed as he lay there, enjoying having her here like this, her limbs draped over his, fingers soft against his chest. She'd rode him and drained him and now appeared to be sleeping softly, her breath barely stirring against his skin.

He envied her relaxation.

Already, the day's events were clamoring through his head. The frustration of Nicole upping the ante in their ongoing duel, then disappearing again. Always disappearing. The ignominy of her forcing his hand with Alex, even though he was going to finally declare his hand before Nicole had…

He shivered and Alex stirred.

"You cold?" she mumbled.

"No. Not any more," he said and meant it. He would never be the same again.

"Then you are thinking again. What about?"

He shifted slightly and pulled her closer. "Now…is not the time."

Alex pulled sharply away. "I want to know, Bobby. Tell me."

He was angry that Nicole was still making his life miserable, now coming between Alex and he in such an intimate moment.

"Nicole–"

Alex sat up, her arms folded across her chest. "You're thinking about that woman at a time like this?"

He forced his eyes to soften, to plead with her to understand. "She… sometimes thinking about her malevolence consumes me. I'm not going to sit back and…and wait for her to play havoc with our lives again. Especially now. There's too much at stake. Too much damage she can do."

Alex nodded. "She's the only one who knows what went down at the estate. She could anonymously tell the department at any time."

"No, it's not that. We could still…argue we were coerced." He ran his hands up her sides, fingers trembling against the velvet of her flesh. "No, I fear for your safety, Alex. Nicole wanted you dead. To hurt me. I still believe her to be a threat. We…we have to be proactive in bringing her to justice, not wait for her next crime."

"How?"

"Pull in favors. Send out alerts to all Precincts. We find her this time."

"Bobby…I…" Alex wrapped her arms around herself. "You're right. We find her. We lock her up and throw away the key."

Goren held her gaze with his own and nodded.

He knew she would understand.

oOo

A/N: That's it for Two Pair, King High. I just wanted to get the male perspective on making these women their own. Bobby, being Bobby, had to get back to reality too soon though. That's the curse of the thinking mind.

This segues into "Extracurricular Pursuits", Chapter 3 of same coming up.