Burn For You (Outback Skies Book 3)

by Lexxie Couper

  “Oh God.” She hugged herself tighter, her knuckles white as she gripped her upper arms, and then raised her gaze to his face. Another tear fell down her cheek. She shook her head, her forehead furrowing. “I’ve never…” She shook her head again, palm pressed to her lips.

  An invisible punch slammed into Evan’s gut. He clenched his jaw. Nodded. “I understand. It’s not…I’m not—”

  “Oh, Evan.” She stepped towards him, a wry smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “I really do think I’m going to have to shake some sense into you.”

  He frowned.

  “I won’t lie to you,” she went on, her smile soft, “and tell you I’m not shocked. I’ve never seen such scarring. I can’t even begin to fathom what you have endured. But I’ve looked. I’ve seen. I’m aware. And I’m not repulsed.”

  He swallowed. “You’re not?”

  “No.”

  And with that, she grabbed at the hem of her T-shirt and yanked it up over her head to stand utterly naked before him.

  Evan didn’t move.

  For a heartbeat.

  In that heartbeat, he drank in the sight of her, feasted on the beautiful curves of her hips, her breasts, wondered at the flawless coffee cream of her skin, at the mocha-brown of her nipples. In that heartbeat, his gaze found hers and every fear of rejection that had kept him imprisoned since the chopper crash, every doubt of self-worth that had crippled him, that had damn near turned him into a hermit, shunning life, shunning happiness, disappeared.

  Incinerated in a second by the pure desire he saw in Jenna’s eyes.

  He moved to her, and she met him halfway, wrapped her arms around his neck and captured his lips with hers. She claimed his tongue with fierce swipes of her own as she pressed her body to his. The curve of her sex aligned perfectly with his groin, the downy-soft curls of her trimmed thatch an incredible caress.

  He groaned, a tsunami of raw pleasure crashing through him.

  She was there, with him. Her naked body against his. Her perfect skin like velvet on his scarred flesh.

  Hot blood flooded his cock. Stiffened it. Lengthened it.

  Thickened it.

  Jenna groaned, rolling her hips to stroke his growing erection with her mons.

  Evan’s head swam.

  Five years he’d been without physical contact.

  Five years of believing he’d never experience the sensation of another person’s body moving against his again.

  And then the woman he’d once believed could only ever be a fantasy to him had proved him wrong.

  Undone by the sheer rapture of the realization, he tore his lips from hers. “Jenna,” he groaned her name, aching for her on a level beyond comprehension. “Jenna…thank you. Thank—”

  She silenced him with two steady fingers on his lips, a molten heat burning in her eyes. “Thank yous come after.”

  Before he could ask after what, she lowered herself to her knees before him and took his erection in her mouth.

  “Ah fuck!” he burst out, throwing back his head as Jenna laved the hypersensitive flesh of his scarred length. “Fuck, that feels so good. So good.”

  She cupped his scrotum with a gentle hand, kneading the engorged globes with gentle pressure.

  Fresh bolts of concentrated pleasure sheared through him. His spine bowed. His toes curled.

  At his knees, Jenna sank lower down his engorged cock, her mouth a warm, wet exquisite seal.

  He trembled, every muscle in his body thrumming.

  She took him deeper into her mouth, sliding her tongue over his ridged flesh, her fingers worshipping his sac.

  Over and over, she slid up and down his length, flooding the very core of what made him a man with liquid heat. Sometimes she would moan around her mouthful, the humming sound sending delicious waves of vibrations through his groin. Sometimes she would nip at the tip of his cock. Sometimes she would lick his flesh. Sometimes she would blow a cool stream of air over his wet length.

  He groaned her name. Fisted his hands in her hair.

  Dropped his stare to watch her through a fog of heady pleasure.

  Her gaze met his, and for a perilous moment, he feared the undeniable desire he saw in her eyes would push him over the edge. A tingling pressure began at the base of his spine. His heart slammed faster, harder in his chest.

  “I’m going to come, beautiful,” he ground out, knees quivering. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to come.”

  Stare still holding his, Jenna slowly sucked her way up the length of his cock. Lips ringing the distended crown of his organ, she flicked her tongue at the tiny beads of pre-come he knew were seeping from his tip.

  “Oh fuck, Jenna,” he groaned, a shudder rocking through him.

  Five years of being untouched, and now this…

  “I can’t…I can’t hold off any longer. I can’t…” His eyes fluttered closed. His heart thumped faster. Every muscle, every fibre of his body thrummed.

  Jenna released his cock from the seal of her mouth with a gentle pop.

  He opened his eyes, incapable of finding breath as she rose to her feet, sliding her naked body up the length of his.

  She rubbed her breasts against his thighs, his hips. For a giddy moment, his balls nestled between the perfection of her breasts, and then it was her belly moving over his sex as her lips and tongue charted a path up the centre of his abs.

  She licked at the scarred nub of flesh that had once been his left nipple.

  A rush of euphoric disbelief shot through him as the nerve-endings of his damaged skin reacted to the warm caress. He gasped, his hips bucking forwards in base, unconscious response.

  And then her lips were leaving his chest, moving over the scar tissue covering his neck, his chin, his jaw, her pussy drawing level with his groin.

  “This is me,” Jenna whispered in his ear as she wrapped one long thigh around his hip. The cream-slicked lips of her sex kissed the underside of his engorged cock. “Showing you there is nothing grotesque or repulsive about your body.”

  His head swam. He sucked in a ragged breath. “Jesus, Jenna…”

  She brushed her lips over his, cupping his face in the palms of her hands. “I want you inside me. Please. Now. I need—”

  He hauled her off her feet, carried her to the bed and lowered her gently to the mattress.

  When he tried to slip his arms free from her body, she shook her head, her lips curling as she tightened her grip on his shoulders.

  He let out a wobbly chuckle. “I have to get a condom. I think…I think I might have one in my wallet, but God knows how old it—”

  “You, Evan,” she said, shaking her head again. “I want you inside me. Your skin sliding against my skin. Your flesh moving against my flesh.”

  A raw groan tore at his chest. He stared into her eyes.

  “This is me showing you how much I trust you, Evan.” She tugged him down to her body, tangled her fingers in his hair and drew his head closer to hers. “This is me showing you everything about you, every scar, every bump, every ridge is everything I want.”

  She wrapped her thighs around his hips, arched on the bed and aligned the head of his cock to the wet seam of her sex.

  The tip of his erection nudged her pussy lips. Parted them.

  Another rush of dizzying euphoria surged through him. He froze, his weight supported by his elbows on the bed.

  Five years…

  “I…I won’t…” he rasped. “I…I won’t…last long. I can’t…you’re too…” A strangled laugh burst from him. “Fuck, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted…this…you…”

  A smile curled her lips. The smile of his long-harboured dreams and unspoken fantasies. “Evan Alexander, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were making excuses.”

  His chuckle was ragged. “You could…you could say that. You’re probably right. It’s…been a long time.”

  She cupped his face in her palm. “Don’t be scared.”

  “Scared?” His ow
n smile warmed his soul as surely as hers did. “No. I’m not scared. Scarred? Yes, but scared? Not anymore. Thanks to you.”

  Jenna’s eyes fluttered closed and she raised her hips higher, taking just a little more of the tip of his cock past her moist folds. “Oh God, keep talking like that and I think I’ll fall in love with you.”

  Another laugh rumbled in his chest. “I think I’m okay with that.”

  Jenna’s eyes widened. Her lips parted. She touched her fingertips to his left cheek and trailed them down his face to his jaw. “Can I quote you on that? Or is it off the record?”

  “Totally on the record,” he murmured. “You can tell the world if you like.”

  “I wanted you for a long time,” she whispered, watching the path her fingers took over his scarred face, “but the man you are now…he’s the man I’m falling for. He’s the man I’m going to tell the world about. Understand?”

  Evan turned his head and pressed a lingering kiss to the centre of her palm. “Understood.”

  She smiled. “The world is going to have to wait for a while though. Until we’re finished h—”

  He thrust his hips forwards and buried himself inside her tight, wet heat.

  “Oh God, yes,” Jenna cried out, arching beneath him.

  His girth stretched her wide, a powerful invasion of delicious friction.

  Of incredible connection.

  She wrapped her thighs around his hips, a part of her mind recognizing how uneven the flesh of his left hip was, another part of her mind realizing it made no damn difference.

  He was inside her. After all these years, he was inside her, making love to her.

  Being with her.

  Being hers.

  They moved as one, Evan thrusting deeper and deeper into her, his stare holding hers, their bodies sliding against each other, smooth skin on rough, hard on soft.

  Until, a mere few minutes later, the base of Jenna’s spine began to tingle and her core began to flood with liquid heat.

  “Evan,” she moaned, the distinct tension of an approaching orgasm almost undoing her. He’d had been the one worried about coming too soon, and here she was, about to— “Evan, I…I…”

  “I’m going to come.” His rhythm grew faster. His nostrils flared. “Fuck, I’m sorry, babe, I’m sorry but I’m going to—”

  Jenna came.

  A heartbeat before Evan.

  And as they rode the waves of their mutual climax, it was all Jenna could do not to laugh with the sheer joy and wonder of the moment.

  It was perfect.

  So perfect.

  “Do me a favour?” Evan mumbled into the side of her neck, threading his fingers through hers as he slowly ceased his thrusts.

  “What’s that?” She chuckled, loving the weight of his body on hers as much as she loved the fading throb of the orgasm he’d given her still pulsing in her core.

  He lifted his head a little, the edges of his mouth curling. “When you write your story on the hero of Wallaby Ridge, can you leave out the fact he has no staying power?”

  She laughed. “Only if the hero of Wallaby Ridge promises to bribe me with at least another four orgasms before sunrise.”

  His smile stretched to a wide grin. “Only four?”

  And with that, he captured her lips with his and proceeded to get to work on the first.

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  (Outback Skies, Book Four)

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  (Outback Skies, Book Four)

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  “You ready to be a taxi service for a week, mate?”

  Ryan Taylor looked up from his contemplation of his beer just in time to see Wallaby Ridge’s senior constable drop into the seat opposite him.

  Shoving aside the not-so-cheery thoughts that had been plaguing him for the day, he gave Charlie Baynard a wild grin. “Hell yeah. Who wouldn’t want to fly a pollie from the big smoke around for five days?”

  Charlie waved a hand at Lacky, letting the owner of the Outback Skies pub know he wanted his usual without actually saying a word. Instead, he laughed at Ryan. “That pollie is the federal minister for the arts and culture, Mr. Taylor. And as one of our duly elected representatives, deserves your respect.”

  Ryan chuckled. “Well, given that that duly elected representative is paying me three times what I’d normally make during a week-long mustering job, and I’m likely only going to be in the chopper three out of the five days, I’m going to give him all the respect I can.”

  Charlie let out his own chuckle. “And by respect, I assume you mean…?”

  With a grin, Ryan raised his eyes to the slightly beaten dark brown Akubra on his head. “Bring out my best hat, of course.”

  Taking his beer from Lacky, Charlie shook his head. “I’d give anything to be a fly on the wall inside that chopper of yours this week.”

  “You think the city boy’s going to have a cultural awakening?”

  “If you call a gay heli-musterer cowboy who looks like Hugh Jackman flying him around the Outback for a week a cultural awakening, yep.”

  Ryan adjusted the hat on his head and winked. “Hey, I’m just your typical Aussie bloke.”

  Charlie raised his beer, his lips twitching with a smirk. “To typical Aussie blokes.”

  Raising his own beer, Ryan tapped the edge of his sweating glass to Charlie’s. “To typical Aussie blokes.”

  Both men drank deeply for a silent moment. Around them, the sounds of the Outback Skies’ patrons—only a handful this early on a Friday afternoon—danced on the hot air.

  “Speaking of typical Aussie men—” Charlie leant back in his seat, the handcuffs hanging on his hip chinking against each other, “—how’s your love life?”

  Ryan snorted. “One of these days, I’m going to get used to you and your blunt approach to conversation.”

  Charlie raised an expectant eyebrow and waited for an answer.

  With a shake of his head, Ryan settled back in his own chair, adjusted his hat again and took another slow pull from his beer.

  “That good, eh?”

  Swiping at his lips with the back of his hand, Ryan laughed. “Better than good. Last night I went to bed with Ryan Gosling. It was incredible.”

  Charlie burst out laughing. “Ryan Gosling? That’s who floats your boat? I always had you pegged for a Brad Pitt man.”

  Ryan shook his head with a grin. “Nope. Ryan Gosling. With glasses. Preferably the geeky kind. It’s the whole preppy, clean look that does it for me. It just makes me want to scruff ’em up. Get ’em real dirty and—”

  “Okay, okay.” Charlie raised his hand, laughing. “You win. I’ll
never ask about your love life again.”

  Ryan smirked at his friend over the rim of his glass. “Chicken.”

  “Who’s a chicken?”

  Turning his attention to the man joining them at the table, Ryan threw a sideways nod at Charlie. “The senior constable here asked me about my love life.”

  Across the other side of the table, Dr. Matt Corvin paused mid-descent into the chair to shoot Charlie a look of melodramatic shock. “I know you’re brave, Baynard, but that brave?”

  Charlie snorted. “I bailed on the answer.”

  Nodding a thanks at Lacky as the pub owner deposited his normal beer in front of him, Matt settled himself into his seat. “Not ready for the details? Chicken.”

  Charlie laughed. “I’m not really sure how this conversation became about me and my lack of courage, but I think it’s time to steer it back to the subject at hand.”

  Raising his beer to his lips, Matt cocked an eyebrow. “Which is?”

  “The federal minister for the arts and culture,” Charlie answered.

  “Ah, that’s right, the minister’s arriving this afternoon, isn’t he?” Matt turned a cheeky grin on Ryan. “And you’re flying him around for the week. Looking forward to that?”

  Ryan rolled his eyes. “What is it with you blokes thinking the pollie and I are going to clash? I know how to behave myself, ya know.” He flicked a quick glance to the brim of his hat hanging low over his forehead. “Look? I even put my best hat on for the joker.”

  Charlie snorted. Matt laughed.

  Grinning at them all, Ryan shifted his butt on the chair. “If Evan was here, he’d tell you all to shut up. Fine time he picked to head off to the Big Smoke.”

  “If Evan was here,” Matt said, reaching for the peanuts sitting in a small bowl in the middle of the table, “he’d be the ringleader. Consider yourself lucky he’s not. Just out of interest, how is your love life? Are you seeing that guy from Dubbo again? The one who spelt out Ryan Taylor is hot with hay bales on his property?”