by Elle Casey
My other hand comes up to cup his balls.
He moans and jerks back, pulling away from me.
“Is something wrong?” I ask, looking up at him from the ground.
“Yes,” he growls, grabbing me by the armpits and hauling me to my feet.
I’m trying to decide whether to be mad or embarrassed when he grabs the bottom of my shirt and pulls it up over my head.
“What are you …?”
“I need to be inside you,” he says, still growling at me.
No way am I going to argue with that statement, since I agree one hundred percent that it’s the best idea for both of us. I help him get my pants and socks off, quickly followed by my bra and panties.
When I move to kiss him, he takes me by the waist and turns me around. My back is to his chest and his cock is pressing into my ass.
He pushes his dick to the side so he can get closer. His hands slide around to the front of me and go down, his finger sliding into my slit.
“Mmm, you’re already wet,” he says in my ear.
“You turn me on so much,” I whisper back.
Then his finger is touching my clit and rubbing back and forth, sliding sometimes inside me and then coming out to rub again. The tingling starts immediately, and I open my legs, trying to respond to the need that’s building but not quite getting me where I want to be.
He pushes my upper back down with his other hand and I bend over in response. Then his big cock is pressing against my opening from behind and I gasp with how easily he enters me.
“Oh, babe …,” he says, his voice hoarse.
“Ssshhhh,” I warn, worried people will hear us, and then I moan too. So much for being discreet.
He takes me by the hips and pushes all the way into me, pounding a few times at the end and rubbing back and forth when he’s fully buried.
I push against him, begging for more. My hands open and close on the bedsheets, twisting and turning them into wrinkled piles.
He builds a rhythm, going in and out, the friction growing along with my desire.
“Harder,” I say, knowing I need to feel more of him.
He bangs into me so forcefully, my feet lose their grip on the floor and I fall forward onto the bed.
He crawls up behind me and pushes into me from above, quickly, like he can’t wait for me to be ready.
I collapse onto the bed on my stomach, but he doesn’t stop. He’s going faster and faster, pushing, demanding, and I have to raise my ass off the bed as high as I can to keep him in the best position to go deep.
It’s crazy the way we just keep going, not caring which end is up or who might hear. We just have this need to satisfy and neither of us is willing to walk away from it. I’ve never ever been so carried away with someone before.
His hands come under me and pull my hips up even higher. I didn’t even know I was capable of this kind of maneuver, but I’m glad as hell that I am. He is hitting me in exactly the right spot, the pressure pushing on my nub and making a tingle come from somewhere deep inside me, his long hard cock filling every bit of me.
He’s going nuts, pumping so fast, I can’t keep up with his rhythm. I don’t need to though, since my body seems to have gone into some sort of auto-erotic state. I don’t even know where I am anymore, some kind of dark sex pit, maybe. I could care less if the whole house hears us at this point. I just want him to take me all the way to the end of this crazy ride. It feels so good, I just hope it doesn’t end too soon.
“Argh!” he yells, stopping suddenly. He’s breathing so hard he sounds like a freight train.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, also out of breath.
“Turn over.”
“What?”
Before he bothers to answer, he pulls out, grabs me by the waist and flips me half way over. “That’s good, right there.”
I’m on my side and he’s straddling one of my legs. The other one he’s lifting to put over his shoulder.
“What are you doing?” I ask, scared and excited at the same time. I’m throbbing with need. I just want him back in there making me feel like I’m on fire again.
“Fucking you.” He gets low on his knees and guides his dick into me again. He’s holding onto my leg with both hands as it rests against his chest and goes over his shoulder at the back of my knee joint.
I’ve never had anyone fuck me sideways before, but it doesn’t take me long to figure out that I like it. Yes, please, Ian. Fuck me sideways.
“Oh my god,” I say as he pauses to rub some circles around me with his pubic bone. I’m getting a massage on the outside and the inside at the same time. It crosses my mind that this is what heaven is like. Just exactly like this, only with unlimited cookies that don’t make you gain weight.
“You like that?” he asks, putting his thumb on my nub, gently rubbing it as he pulls out and goes back in.
I nod, unable to speak.
He keeps rubbing me like that, pausing, starting again, going in and out, and I get closer and closer to the elusive orgasm that seems to be playing hide and seek with me today. I can’t quite fall over the edge, but I try not to get frustrated by it. This feels way to good to worry about little details like that. I know that Ian would never leave me hanging.
He stops and pulls out.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, worried we’re done already.
“I need to go deeper. I want to see your face when you come and I know you’re close.”
He gently pushes me onto my back.
I open my legs and arms. “Come on then,” I say, smiling. “Gimme gimme.”
He grins. “Oh, I plan to, believe me.”
And then he’s inside me again. We stare into each other’s eyes as the heat builds inside me again. He sinks into me slowly, carefully, making me happily aware of every inch of him.
The sliding gets slicker. Easier, as the heat builds. I feel parts of my body swelling down there, and the tingling comes from deep inside again. This time it comes faster and stronger. I imagine that I’m falling.
His expression goes dark and his nostrils flare. The muscles at his jaw begin tensing and releasing, over and over.
I start to close my eyes.
“No,” he says. “Open your eyes. I want to watch you.”
I do as he says and stare into his impossibly green eyes. It’s intense feeling him in me and on me while watching him gaze at me so intently. It’s like we’re somehow being melded together, no longer two individuals but one whole. It’s scary, but I can’t deny that it feels right. I want to watch him come too.
I can feel orgasms coming for both of us at the same time. Keeping his gaze is no longer an option. I have to keep my eyes locked with his or I’ll drown. He’s the only thing saving me from certain oblivion. I’ve never felt like I’m about to completely lose myself before like I do now. It’s amazing yet disconcerting at the same time.
“Ian …” I’m desperate, holding onto him with an iron grip.
“You’re going to come,” he says.
I nod, my face contorting with the pleasure and the anticipation. “Yes.”
“Me too,” he says, his voice mostly down to grunts.
And then it comes for me. Just knowing that he’s on the edge is enough to push me over. The orgasm to end all orgasms arrives to overwhelm me.
Ian’s hands are on either side of my face now, holding my head still, his nose just an inch from mine. He looks like he’s about to cry, the way his brows come together and down, the way his mouth presses together as he grunts, sweat pouring down his face to land on mine.
I gasp in sweet release. “Ian!” I sound like I’m crying. “Ian! Ian!”
He pumps into me, grunting and growling as I call out his name and various syllables that make no sense.
We stare at each other the entire time we ride the waves. Neither of us can breathe very well, pressuring our lungs until they’re ready to burst and then gasping once or twice. Swept up in the emotions and feelings, we stare and we stare and we star
e. In this moment, nothing else in the entire world matters or ever will be this good again. It’s a bittersweet thing like no other.
“I love you,” he gasps out, still pushing into me, using what feels like the last bits of his strength.
“I love you too,” I say right back. Overwhelmed by the emotion taking over, I start to cry. And I’m not talking a delicate, sweet, attractive cry either. I start blubbering like a big old baby.
He rains tiny kisses all over my face, still pushing into me. “Don’t cry, baby.”
“I’m not sad,” I mumble, through my tears, “I’m not sad at all, I promise.” It’s kind of a lie, but he deserves to be lied to this time. I don’t want his heart to break as badly as mine will when I leave.
“Promise,” he says, still kissing me, slowing down his strokes.
“Promise.”
“Do you want me to stop?” he asks, pausing in his kissing.
“No.” I shake my head. “Never stop.”
He smiles. “I’m afraid my dick has other ideas.”
I feel it kind of slide out of me right after he says that. It makes me giggle.
“Poor guy.” Ian looks down at his crotch. “You wore him out.”
“He wore me out, not the other way around.” I suddenly feel all shy, now that I realize once more that we’re in Ian’s parents’ house and we just had crazy sex. We even did it sideways, for God’s sake.
Ian props himself up on his side and looks at me, using a finger to trace the outline of my nipple. “You have fabulous breasts, you know that?”
“I bought and paid for them myself,” I say, not ashamed one bit that I’ve enhanced what God gave me.
“I’ll bet you look amazing in a bathing suit.”
I grin. “I like to think I do.”
“I’d like to see that.” He sounds wistful.
“Not in this weather you won’t.” I don’t care what kind of sweet talk he uses, I’m not putting a bathing suit on in Baker City during the winter.
“Is it warm in Florida right now?” he asks.
“Yeah, pretty warm. It never gets that cold. But I wouldn’t say it’s bathing suit weather all year. Just most of the year.”
“I Googled ranching in Florida,” he says, like he’s not speaking right to my heart. “Did you know it’s one of the bigger cattle ranching states in the U.S.?”
I frown at him, wondering if he’s messing with me right now. “Are you serious?”
“Yeah.” He props himself up higher and rests his hand on my belly. “Not that far from where you live, actually.”
“Really?” I frown as I think about that. “I guess I have seen some cows by the side of the road. But it’s mostly on my way up north.”
“Where? New York?”
I laugh. “No. Orlando. To go to Universal Studios or whatever.”
“I’ve never been there. Is it fun?”
“Loads. I’ll take you sometime.”
“How about now?” he asks, his expression dead serious.
I look at him closely, trying to detect a trick. “Now?”
“Yeah. Let’s go.” He nudges me on the arm. “Let’s go to Universal.”
I reach up and fluff his matted hair. “You’re silly.”
He takes my hand from his hair and kisses my fingers. “No. I’m serious.” He carefully places my hand down on my stomach, keeping his over it.
“Why aren’t you laughing?” I ask.
“Because I’m serious. If I laughed it would ruin the effect.”
I drag myself out from under him and sit up. “You seriously want to come to Florida and go to Universal with me?”
“Yes.”
“And you Googled ranching out there?”
“Yes.”
“Why?” My heart is pumping out a thousand beats a minute. I can’t breathe very well, but I’m trying to fake like I can. I don’t want him to know that the very idea that he might want to be with me on a more permanent basis sends me into an apoplectic fit.
He doesn’t answer me for a long time. Then he rolls over onto his back and stares at the ceiling. “I love you, Candice.”
My insides go all funny hearing that. I was kind of hoping that he wasn’t really listening to my big declaration during our love making, actually. It’s one thing to be all goo-goo over a guy, but it’s a whole other thing for him to know I’m all goo-goo over him.
Andie says I don’t do flings. For once, I’m agreeing with her on that, at least where Ian is concerned. Ian is definitely not fling material, and now I’ve gone and fallen for him. Like, totally fallen. Did we really declare our love for each other as we came? How lame is that? I sigh. Not that lame when you’re in the middle of it, apparently.
I nudge him with my foot. “I love you too, but …”
He turns his head to look at me. He seems so sad. “But what?”
I shrug. “But … everyone will say we’re nuts.”
He shrugs too. “Who cares what everyone will say? They’re not the ones who decide whether we’re happy or not.”
I can’t stop smiling. “This can’t be happening.”
He sits up and then stands next to the bed, holding out his hands. “It sure as hell can be happening.”
Chapter Forty-One
I’M STANDING NEXT TO IAN naked at the edge of the bed. He’s staring down into my eyes, holding me close.
“Why not just be spontaneous?” he asks, as if it’s the easiest thing in the world to run away with someone you hardly know, from a top left state to a bottom right one.
“I don’t know. Because it’s irresponsible?” My argument sounds weak to my own ears.
“Screw being responsible. I’ve been responsible my whole life and look where it’s gotten me.”
“In a great life with a great family?”
“Lonely. Wishing I were somewhere else living a life with someone I’m not related to by birth.”
“But … you’re country and I’m city.” I want to believe this thing between us could work, but it feels like I should try and talk us both out of it. That’s what Andie would want me to do. She’s going to be so pissed. It makes me feel sick inside.
“I’m not completely country and you’re not completely city, either. Don’t try and tell me you are.”
I shrug. I might have argued this point with him a few days ago when I was slipping and sliding all over the ice, but today, I can’t. He’s totally right. I am a cow momma after all. And I did buy a gun and shoot a lion with it. None of that would ever happen in Florida.
He points at my face. “You’re trying to come up with arguments and you can’t.”
“No, I’m just thinking that I did like the cow stuff and the boots are really cute here.” I don’t mention the gun because then he’ll give me crap about shooting him again.
“See? And you like chickens.”
I scrunch up my face. “I’m not sure about chicken butts, though.”
He frowns. “Chicken butts? Who said anything about chicken butts?”
“The egg thing …,” I say, waiting for him to catch on.
“Listen, if you don’t like chicken butts, we don’t have to have ‘em. I just thought you’d like fresh eggs.”
“We? What do you mean we?”
He gives me a wonky smile. “You didn’t think I was talking about just taking a vacation out to Orlando, did you?”
I’m suddenly having a hard time breathing. I have to back away from him to find the oxygen I need to survive.
“What’s the matter?” he asks, his arms frozen out in front of him as I put some distance between us.
“I just … I just … I just need to breathe.” My face is suddenly cold and sweaty while my ears are on fire. “I think I’m about to spontaneously combust.”
He chuckles. “That’s just nerves.”
My gaze darts around the room, searching out my missing clothing items. I need to get dressed. I need to get out of here. I need to think, and I can’t do that with
Ian so close, so cute, so in lust with me.
I’m sure that’s what this is. Lust. He’s overcome by lust and has tricked himself into believing he loves me. The pain that thought does to my chest is awful. I have to hold my heart to make it stop. Maybe it really is love.
But, ack! Guys don’t do this kind of thing. This is my thing, falling for someone completely inappropriate. I totally lied before. I’m not a flinger. I don’t do flings at all. I only fall in love. That’s me. That’s who I am. But I’ve never had someone do it back to me. No wonder all those guys ran away from me. Talk about pressure. Talk about scary shit!
“Tell you what,” Ian says, putting his pants on and then his shirt, like he doesn’t have a care in the world. “I’ll let you think on it, and in the meantime, we can go to the bar and talk to Ginny.”
“Yes,” I say pointing at him. “That is an excellent idea. Let’s fix Andie’s life.” Before I destroy my own, I need to make sure hers is solid. That’s the least I can do before I turn their entire household upside down.
I realize then that this is only going to end badly for the MacKenzies. Either I take Ian away and we fall even more madly in love and they hardly ever see him again, or I leave him here broken hearted and even more bitter than ever.
Holy shit. What have I done?
Chapter Forty-Two
I MANAGE TO DO MY hair and makeup and look vaguely presentable before getting into the truck with Ian and Mack. For some reason we got saddled with Mack’s butt for our mission, but I made Ian promise he wouldn’t say a word to his brother about what our plans are. I’ll just have to talk to Ginny in the bathroom or something. The last thing I need is Mack reporting back to Andie with all my escapades. What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her, and I plan to keep it that way.
“So, how’s fatherhood treating you?” Ian asks Mack as we head down the long road to the highway.
“Love it,” Mack says without hesitation. “Could do without the sleep deprivation, but otherwise, it’s perfect. Andie’s a great mom. Sarah’s a real lucky girl to have her.”
“Ma says Andie’s got the baby blues.”
“Yeah, a bit, but she’s working it out. You know how it goes.”
