“While it builds up a man’s arm strength over time, it will never substitute for the single woman he craves who drives him to that condition. The benefit is”—his voice is a sexy croon—“imagine what my hands will do when they’re all over your body.”
Should I be appalled? No, the thought of him touching himself while thinking about me is devastating.
“I have a lot of practice, then and now.” He pins me with the strength of his muscular thighs, leaving his hands to roam over me freely. I feel his fingers deftly working the small buttons of my shirt. “I can’t wait to touch you, to taste you, to finally sink my cock inside of you.”
This close to him, I can feel the heat of his body sear me through his dress shirt. Almost hypnotized by the feral look on his face, I raise my hands to the top button of his dress shirt. I fumble with the first one, the second. “I’m so out of practice.” My voice comes out shakily as my fingers descend toward his waistband.
“There’s no amount of practice that could prepare me for you.” I’m about to shy away from the pretty words until Kody holds out a hand for me to see. There’s a fine tremor setting it in motion that settles something inside of me.
My head collides with the pillar as Kody skims his hands lazily up and down my now exposed torso. I’m only wearing a bandeau bra because of the sheerness of my shirt, which Kody impatiently tossed to the floor. Meanwhile, I’m drowning every time his fingers touch me. The years of hard work that have callused his fingers brand me, leaving fire in their wake. The seam of my leggings is getting soaked at the thought of him using them around my clit. But… “Do you want to go to bed?”
“Maybe for round two,” he mutters as he fumbles for something in his pocket. When he whips out his multiuse tool, my eyebrows skyrocket. “Stand perfectly still,” he warns me. Then Kody Laurence shows exactly how impatient he is for me. He cuts the top seam of my bra and my leggings before tossing the tool aside.
I follow it as it lands with a clunk. Then I lick my lips in anticipation, in provocation. I’m not sure which. All I know is by the feral hooding of Kody’s eyes, it’s as if his own inner control has snapped.
With one tear, he renders my bra useless. My gasp and the rip of material occur within milliseconds of one another. He quickly tugs the material away, my breasts falling heavily into his waiting hands. I don’t know whether to be exhilarated or terrified. After all, they’re no longer the same pert breasts as the twenty-two-year-old he knew. I’m in good shape, but motherhood changed my body in all the best ways.
When I tip my head back to gauge his reaction, there’s nothing but reverence in his expression as he rakes his thumb over the turgid tip. “Exquisite,” he utters before lowering his head.
The minute the heat of his mouth surrounds the tip of my breast and Kody sucks it firmly, a whimper escapes. I can’t control it any more than I can control my reaction which is to be as close to him as I can.
Now.
Pushing against the pillar, I wrap one leg around his strong back, wanting to feel his skin against mine. I shove frantically against the shirt blocking all those muscles I’ve dreamed about from my view. I can only be grateful he didn’t button his shirtsleeves as Kody helps me by shrugging one arm and then the other out of the material. It too lands somewhere.
Meanwhile, Kody’s switched nipples, sending pleasure tearing through my senses. But I push back. “No, Kody.”
He rears back, standing stock-still until I run my hand over him from the joint over his shoulder, through the thatch of hair. “My turn. You’re not the only one who’s waited.”
Then I swing him around until his back is up against the pillar. I begin to trail kisses everywhere I can reach over the breadth of his chest, spending particular time swirling my tongue over his nipples which are as hard as mine. Taking a small nip, I’m startled when I hear him cry out.
“Fuck.” The curse is bitten out as his hand slams back against the hardwood behind him. The other is threading into my long hair as I trail my tongue down over every box of his cut abdomen. I can feel him fighting for control. I think I love him more because he’s not wresting it away from me but letting me explore his big body.
Soon, my tongue is darting along the impossible V a man his age shouldn’t be able to boast of having as I undo his belt and fumble with the clasping of his jeans. But my leggings are useless to soak up the moisture that floods me when I find out Kody Laurence goes commando. I’m just about to lean forward to brush my lips across his bead of fluid that’s escaped when I’m suddenly hauled to my feet.
“Not yet,” he hisses. “I haven’t dreamed all these years for it to be over this fucking soon.”
Lowering his head once again, Kody’s kisses work much like his words do. They drag me to a place I’ve never been where I’m wanted and cherished for being nothing more than me. I’m not sure I ever want to come back from it.
Using the strength he demonstrated to dispose of my bra, Kody renders my leggings to much the same fate. He lifts one foot and manages to work the remains off one ankle boot. Then while I feel each and every shift of his powerful muscles, he boosts me against the smooth wood with nothing at my back before looking down. A carnal smile touches his face. “I see we have the same taste in underwear.”
I begin to stammer, “I couldn’t find my thongs. I thought I…”
He lays a thumb across my fingers. “Trust me, Meadow. Don’t bother finding them.” He rolls his barely covered cock against my naked pussy, and I moan.
I absorb every single sensation: the feel of Kody’s bare chest against mine, the roughness of his jeans abrading the inside of my thighs, and the calloused thumb tugging my lower lip down—maybe in preparation for his kiss? The feel of his powerful muscles shift beneath my fingers. I can’t stop touching him, and it leads to more.
I have to taste him. I do. It’s a primal need. Opening my mouth, I draw his thumb inside and do what I wanted so badly to do to his cock earlier. Kody stills his movements as I draw from him, rolling my tongue over the head of his thumb. I lash it with little flicks back and forth, much like I would have the slit that was just beginning to leak fluid.
“God, Meadow.” His head drops forward, breathing ragged.
But Kody’s no passive player. His lips begin to wander from my bare shoulders to the tops of my breasts. I arch into his lips, gasping, which frees his thumb as his other hand spreads my folds and dances along my clit.
“Kody. Don’t stop!”
“Wasn’t planning on it,” he says, the guttural sound of his voice another layer of sensation.
And then when his fingers dance easily over the opening of my sex, I bury my face in his shoulder. I’m shaking. “I’m so afraid, so everything, I could fly away.”
“Then fly, sweetheart,” Kody says just before he takes my mouth and pushes two fingers into me.
Shudders of pleasure tear through me. Kody makes a small adjustment of his fingers that has me bucking against him. Tearing his mouth away from mine, he says, “I can’t wait to feast on this pretty little pussy in round two. Are you going to want that, Meadow? Just like I always imagined, you spread out before me, naked, my mouth…right…here.” Then Kody presses the heel of his hand down against my clit.
My clit is throbbing against the pressure of his hand as each thrust of his fingers causes my walls to clamp down tighter and tighter. Finally, with a keening sound, I detonate around him.
I don’t know how long his sheer strength has held me just like that while I come down from the clouds, his fingers still buried deep inside of me, twitching gently to keep me aware of him. “Like I need a reminder. If you think I don’t want what’s hiding behind those jeans, you are so wrong.”
Kody laughs, a sexy, predatory sound. Reaching for his face, I pull him close and kiss his forehead. Then I kiss the bridge of his nose, each brow, before laying my lips against his. “Thank you.”
“That is never something you have to thank me for.” Slowly, Kody pulls his
fingers from me. While I watch with a mixture of shock and arousal, he slides his fingers into his mouth and sucks them clean. His eyes narrow. “That taste will have to do until I get you on a bed.”
Boldly, I reach down between my legs which are still wrapped around him. I find his cock head damp with fluid. “Can’t wait?”
Reaching behind him for his wallet, he pulls out a condom. Tossing the leather billfold somewhere onto the pile of our discarded items, he shakes his head. He fiddles beneath my hips for a moment before surging against me. “Time’s up.”
Kody pulls his hips back slightly. Lacing our fingers together over my head, he uses his other hand to wet the crest of his cock in the juice still dripping from my orgasm. But it’s my heart that splits wide open waiting for him to take his rightful place when before he connects us, he whispers, “Are you sure?”
I use my free hand to draw him in for a deep kiss. I can feel the strain he’s under as his body shudders beneath my hands. When I pull away, I whisper, “With you, I’m sure of so many things. Take me, Kody.”
Kody begins easing himself inside me, parting me. The feeling of ecstasy, as much from the emotional intimacy as the physical, causes my neck to arch. “God, Kody,” I gasp.
He ducks his head down and begins to place small kisses on my lips as his hips shuttle back and forth as his thrusts take him deeper, stretching me further. My legs tighten around his hips, my arms around his shoulders, as I feel the power of him, the power of us, unleashed.
“Tell me it’s not another fucking dream” he groans.
I don’t know how he’s able to talk. I’m fighting for each breath as a new round of sensations threaten to drown me. All I can do is tip his head back and press my lips to his. I absorb the furious thrusting of his hips, and yet, he still hasn’t let go of my hand.
My anchor in a storm that’s determined to destroy us both. It’s ripping apart every coherent thought but one.
Him.
Kody’s other hand is buffering me from the pillar from the brutal pace of his hips. It also leaves my hand free to roam across his skin. Finally, when I feel the crazy-hot tension start to snap inside me for the second time, I cup his cheek. Forcing his eyes to meet mine, I manage to get out, “I don’t want to wake up,” before I snap my head back.
Kody’s hips jerk once, twice more before he grinds his hips against me. “Neither do I, baby.”
He leans against me for long moments as we try to regain our breath. Finally, after separating our bodies, he carries me to my bed.
After we catch our breath, it doesn’t take much for round two. But despite the phenomenal sex, it’s the feeling of Kody rolling me to my side and sliding his legs behind mine before whispering, “Go to sleep,” that sends my heart slamming against my rib cage.
Instinctively, I reach for the phone to text Rainey to tell her all about it. When I can’t, silent tears fall down my face.
How can life demand the highest of highs and retaliate with the lowest of lows? It’s with that thought I fall asleep, never knowing the man behind me waits until I do before he brushes away my tears.
Kody
It wasn’t a dream. I’m certain of this because even in the best of dreams I’ve had about Meadow Borneman, they’ve never extended beyond sinking my dick inside of her.
What’s happening now is better than anything sexual. Meadow wrapped around me, her head nestled against my chest. She’s still sleeping, but her fingers are tangled in my chest hair. Her leg is hooked high against mine, leaving her moist heat to ride against my bare thigh.
And my morning wood.
“What a douchebag,” I mutter into the silent stillness of the room. Mitch Borneman was a complete idiot, but I almost want to send the guy a thank-you card for being such a fucking moron. “Does Hallmark make cards like that?”
“Hmm?” Like a cat, Meadow stretches against me.
“I was thinking about your ex,” I admit.
Meadow’s head jerks back. “Way to snuff out the postcoital glow, Kody!” she snaps. She flops over to her back in a huff.
I roll her way and grin when she glares up at me. “I was thanking him for being an idiot. Does that count?”
Holding on to her grudge for two seconds, Meadow laughs before slapping a hand over her mouth.
I frown. “What’s wrong?”
“Mworningbweath” comes out as a jumble from behind her hands.
I smother a chuckle, before saying with complete sincerity, “I have a cure for that.”
Her eyebrows raise, but her hand doesn’t move.
I don’t say anything. Instead, I merely fling the bedclothes off us both. My aroused cock springs up from the nest of hair I keep neatly trimmed. I’ve been used to waking up in some semblance of this condition since my preteens but never this bad.
I blame the woman in bed with me.
My cock is already begging for attention this morning when it should be dead after the workout Meadow and I gave it last night. But it’s like it’s punishing me for all the mornings I took matters into my own hand when I’d wake up hard and aching after dreaming about the woman who’s staring at it as if it could be breakfast, lunch, and dinner wrapped up in one.
God, I hope so.
Meadow’s hand falls forgotten from her mouth as she clears her throat. “Do you always wake up like that?”
“Like this? Not quite like this. This is the very definition of Flower Power.”
“Do you…do you plan on doing something about it?” Her eyes flick up to mine and away but not before I miss the look of interest in her eyes.
“Well, I’ll be damned. Did hearing about that turn you on last night, Flower?”
Meadow squeezing her thighs together doesn’t escape my notice. “Fuck, if you want to see me stroke myself, who am I to deny it?” I lower my hand and grip the flesh just below my head.
A small bead of fluid escapes. Right along with a moan from Meadow.
I prop my legs a bit. If I’m going to put on a show for her, then fuck if I’m not going to be comfortable. Meadow scrambles around the end of my feet for a better view, heedless of her own nudity and how her bouncing tits wreak havoc on my self-control.
She’s breathless as I apply another stroke, two. I use my thumb to spread the fluid escaping over the head of my cock. Almost of her own violation, Meadow leans down to get a taste, swatting my hands away.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” I groan as she drags her fingers up my inner thighs. I shift my feet apart some more to make room for her.
Meadow’s lips suck the entire head of my cock into her mouth. She swirls her tongue, much like she did over my nipples last night. Pulling back, she drags her lips down the shaft until she finds the sacs beneath. With a mischievous glance up at me, she carefully pulls one into her mouth, treating it to the same gentle suction.
“Son of a bitch,” I curse. My hands fist the sheet beneath me.
Releasing me with a pop, Meadow taunts me, “Hmm. You’re right. I guess I don’t think I have to worry about morning breath. But I guess it’s time to rinse.”
Then using her lips and hands, she proceeds to destroy my senses until I erupt in her mouth.
When she’s done, I roll her over to her back and proceed to show her the importance of good oral hygiene between partners goes both ways.
We don’t leave the bed for quite a while.
“Since today’s a day off, you know what might be nice to do?” Meadow has just come out of her bedroom in jeans and a sweater. Her long hair is still wet from our shared shower.
I’m wearing the same jeans from last night but have yet to slide into a shirt. I was too intent on coffee. “What’s that?”
“How about heading out to Glacier National Park? The roads are clear at least to Lake McDonald.”
My back’s to her when I say ruefully, “We’ll need to run by the lodge. I was prepared for certain possibilities last night, Meadow. I certainly wasn’t ready to do the walk of shame.” I snicke
r.
I expect her to laugh along with me, but I know something’s wrong when I hear nothing. Whirling around, I find her eyes downcast. Forgetting about anything else, I make it to her in three large strides. Cupping her face, I demand, “Tell me what’s wrong.”
“It’s just, I wouldn’t call what we did shameful.” Pride-filled blue eyes lift to meet mine. “If that’s the way you feel, then maybe…”
I don’t let her finish that sentence. I’m too busy wrapping her up in my arms. “No. It’s not. It’s a stupid expression that has nothing to do with the intimacy between two people who exchange something as beautiful as what we did last night and this morning.”
“Oh.”
“God, I need to remember that your ex did a number on you,” I grate out.
“Actually, Kody. In this case, I wouldn’t blame Mitch. I only had one lover, I never experienced this ‘walk of shame.’”
But her words fill me with a savage heat. “Are you telling me that Mitch was your first? And there’s been no one since?”
“Well, yes.”
“And you want to go to a glacier?” I ask her mildly, my mind already thinking of all the ways I can take her. I start stalking Meadow until she’s backed up against the counter.
Nice. I can work with that.
Meadow lays a hand in the middle of my chest. “Easy there. How about giving my parts time to adjust to your more sizable ones.” She flushes to the roots of her hair.
“You realize every time you keep opening your mouth, any comparison between me and your ex keeps ending up in my favor?” But now that she’s mentioned it, between last night and today, I’ve used up my supply of condoms. And, I admit silently, I’m not as young as I used to be either.
It takes Meadow a second before she bursts out laughing. “Can’t deny that one, but I’m just saying, it’s been a while and I need a short rest.”
Dropping my head down to hers, I pluck a kiss from her lips. “So, how about this for a plan? We head back to lodge, get me some clothes, and then go for a ride. Then, if you don’t mind, I’ll stay over.”
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