by Tara Wyatt
He took another sip of his drink. “I know you think it’s an empty threat, but I need to treat it as real. I won’t risk not taking it seriously.”
“Thank you,” she whispered, and she looked up, pain and vulnerability shining in her eyes, all of her shields completely down. “No one’s ever stood up to him before.”
Unable to stand it any longer, he pushed up from his stool and skirted around the island in a few long steps.
Cautiously, he trailed his hand up her neck and over her jaw, then tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Fuck, she smelled so good. Like sweetness and warmth. “I told you, I take care of what’s mine.”
She closed her eyes and pressed her face into his palm. He was so wound up—from the confrontation, from the surge of caveman-like protectiveness making him want to throw her over his shoulder—that he thought he might split in half.
“I want to be yours.”
With her whispered words, it was as though something ignited between them. His lips closed over hers, and her fingers threaded into his hair. The sensation of her tongue sliding against his sent sparks shooting down his spine and straight to his quickly hardening dick. She moaned softly against him before pulling away.
“Let’s skip dinner. Right now, I only want you.”
Her words slammed into him, and with a growl, he pushed her back against the wall.
Chapter 17
As Colt backed Taylor into the wall, they kissed hungrily and with increasing intensity, tasting and devouring each other like starving people at a banquet. Taylor wanted to gorge herself on Colt and everything he had to offer.
“You sure you’re not hungry?”
Not fully removing her mouth from his, she nodded. “Only for you. Sex. Now.” After the way he’d protected her, stood up for her and made her feel safe, she wanted nothing more than to give herself to him, and to claim him in return.
He pulled back and leaned his forehead against hers, his breathing fast and shallow. “Tell me if you’re not sure, because I’m barely hanging on here.”
“What part of ‘sex now’ wasn’t clear?”
He chuckled and tightened his arms around her, pressing his face into her neck. “Just checking.”
She closed her eyes, savoring the feel of his mouth on her skin as he kissed and sucked from her ear to the halter neck of her dress. “Such a gentleman.”
“A gentleman who wants to bury his face in your pussy.”
“God, yes.” She grabbed his face and brought her mouth to his again, slipping her tongue in his mouth and kissing him deeply. She lowered her hands, loving the feel of flexing muscle under his shirt as she skimmed her fingers down his wide back. She palmed his firm, tight ass, massaging and squeezing the muscle there as she pulled his hips tight against hers.
“I’ve wanted to get my face between your thighs again from the second you left my bed.”
She whimpered out a moan and rolled her hips against him, already seeking relief for the sweet ache throbbing between her thighs.
“I want to suck and kiss and lick you until you come on my tongue, all wet and swollen.”
“Holy shit, Colt.” Her voice came out on a tremulous whisper.
“Oh, honey. I think we both know that I’m gonna make you say my name a lot louder than that.”
Her stomach flipped and turned, anticipation tingling hotly through her. “I fucking love your dirty mouth.”
He grinned and tugged on the string holding the top part of her dress up, undoing the bow in one swift, sure movement. With a quiet rustle, it fell to where her belt cinched around her waist; the airy fabric brushed against her sensitive skin as it slipped down over her breasts. Colt’s grin turned into a wide, hungry smile.
“No bra?”
She bit her lip and returned his smile. “No underwear at all.”
He slid a hand up under her skirt, the light material bunching as his hand rode up the outside of her thigh all the way to her hip, ripples of pleasure flaring from the friction of his rough hand caressing her bare skin.
He cupped her ass and pressed her back firmly against the wall, raising her up so that her bare breasts were level with his mouth. She wound her legs around his waist just as he took one hardened nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue over it before gently nipping at it. She moaned and writhed against him, raking her fingers through his soft, thick hair.
“Beautiful,” he murmured as he dragged his lips over to her other breast to give it the same attention, hungrily sucking her nipple into his mouth in a hot, open-mouthed kiss. He tormented her nipple, biting it and then soothing it with his tongue, and tension coiled from her breasts straight to her throbbing clit, pulsing in time with each beat of her heart. She tipped her head back as much as she could, pinned as she was against the wall, arched her back, and pressed her breasts against Colt’s face, wanting more. Wanting everything. She clenched her thighs around him, sighing out a desperate moan as she tried to put even a little pressure on her clit. He smiled against her flesh, keeping her nipple caught between his teeth. He tugged harder this time, sending sharp pleasure sparking down her spine, and she cried out, her legs trembling around him.
He let her feet slip back to the floor, and still pressing her against the wall, he sucked at the sensitive skin just under her ear as his hands slid up to cup her breasts, the rough pads of his fingers rolling her tight nipples into even tighter buds. Heat poured over her skin as he crushed his mouth to hers again, his tongue finding hers. She started working on the buttons of his shirt, but she couldn’t seem to get her fumbling fingers to cooperate, distracted as she was with his delicious mouth on hers, his big hands squeezing and caressing her breasts, playing with her nipples. With a frustrated growl, she grabbed fistfuls of the fabric and tore it open, and buttons popped off and bounced across the floor with quiet clicks.
He pulled back, his green eyes dark and glittering with lust. And then he laughed, a low rumble from deep in his chest, the skin around his eyes crinkling, white teeth flashing.
“Hey, I liked this shirt.”
“I’ll buy you ten just like it. Off.” She pushed impatiently at the fabric hanging from his shoulders, and still chuckling, he slipped a gun out of his waistband, laying it gently on the island behind him. He shrugged out of his now button-less button down, letting it fall to the floor.
His body was incredible, strong and wide and gorgeously masculine, beautifully marked with the Ranger tattoo covering his left pec and the sleeve of feathers covering his right arm from shoulder to wrist. She ran her hands over his pecs, tracing their muscled contours and the edges of his tattoo. She tweaked at his nipples then ran her fingers through the dusting of light brown hair trailing down into his abs. Skimming the firm ridges with the tips of her fingers, she explored his body, reveling in its hard, chiseled beauty. “My God. Look at you. You’re perfect.”
Tipping her head forward, she licked up his neck and then sucked his earlobe into her mouth, scraping her teeth over his flesh. Trailing her hands even lower, she had less trouble with his belt than she’d had with his shirt, and she had the buckle undone and his fly unzipped in a matter of seconds. She brought her lips back to his, wanting more of his taste, and as he pressed his hands on the wall on either side of her head, kissing her practically senseless, she slipped a hand into his pants.
Skimming over top of his boxer briefs, she ran her palm lightly over his gorgeously thick cock, which was hard and straining for freedom. He flexed his hips into her hand and she stroked him again, with more pressure this time. But when she moved to dip her hand into his boxers, he stepped back, shaking his head. For one terrifying second, she thought he was pulling away from her and from what they were about to do. Instead, he scooped her up and set her on the edge of the island before dropping to his knees in front of her, an adorably naughty smile playing across his lips. She took a deep breath as she looked down at him, never wanting to forget the sight of Colt on his knees in front of her, shirtless and with his
pants open, the plump head of his cock peeking out over the waistband of his boxers, his hair a mess from her hands, his cheeks slightly flushed.
It was both sweet and dirty, both tender and erotic. It was a tiny yet perfect moment, and she knew that if she ever had occasion for her life to flash before her eyes, this would be one of the images she’d see.
Exerting gentle pressure on her calves, he hooked her legs over his shoulders and pushed her skirt up, leaving her completely open and exposed to him.
He nipped at her inner thigh. “You’re so pink and swollen, gorgeous. So beautiful.” Mouth open, she propped herself up on her elbows and watched as he licked the pad of his thumb and then traced a featherlight circle over her clit. Her hips bucked; fierce pleasure shot through her and tightened every muscle in her body.
He looked up at her as he circled her clit again, then trailed his fingers down her slit. Still watching her, he eased a finger into her, slowly teasing it in and out of her. His name fell from her lips in a strangled moan, and she fought to keep her eyes from drifting shut, wanting to watch. After a few strokes, he added a second finger, stretching her. He slipped his fingers out of her and she almost came when he sucked his own index finger into his mouth. He let out a low, gruff moan. “You taste so fucking good.”
“Colt, please.” Her words came out as a whisper, her throat tight with need.
“Don’t worry, gorgeous. I’ll take care of you.” He gripped her hips, his strong fingers flexing into her. Gently, almost reverently, he pressed a kiss to her clit and then swirled his hot tongue over and around it. Oh, God, this wasn’t going to take long. She could already feel her orgasm building, her insides coiling tight. A hot flush spread across her bare chest and up her neck, sweat prickling at her hairline.
“Fuck, Colt. You’re so damn good at this,” she managed to choke out, her words half moans, half sobs.
“I could do this all night, Taylor. All fucking night.” He closed his lips over her wet, sensitive flesh, licking and sucking at her slowly at first, and then with increasing intensity, consuming her with his talented mouth. His tongue traveled down her slit and he lapped at her, drinking in her arousal, groaning out his approval. She ground her hips against him, and her eyes closed, her orgasm shimmering around her, so close. Hot, tight pressure built low in her stomach, and her blood thrummed along in time with her throbbing clit. He sucked her swollen clit into his mouth and she came apart, her orgasm bursting over her like a firework, hot and bright and sparkling and beautiful. She thrust her hands in his hair and rode out her climax as wave after wave of searing pleasure crashed through her, and he kept up his delicious torment, lips and tongue working against her slick flesh. Her muscles started shaking and he didn’t stop, only changing his rhythm as he buried his face in her pussy, just as he’d promised. He licked at her clit with slow, firm strokes of his tongue, and she sucked in a sharp breath as another orgasm rode in on the heels of the first one.
“Fuck, Colt!” She screamed as every muscle in her body convulsed and spasmed, leaving her shaking and soaking wet.
He tenderly kissed her inner thighs, her hips, her stomach, as he waited for her to come back to earth. “Bedroom. Now,” he said, his voice low and rough. He rose from his knees and slid his arms around her waist, drawing her close as he pulled her down off the island, his hard cock nestled against her hipbone. “I need to be inside you.”
Pulling away, she undid the belt holding her dress up and let it fall around her feet, stepping out of it. Fully naked, she grabbed Colt’s hand and began leading him up the stairs on shaky legs. She slowed her steps about halfway up and looked over her shoulder at him, her heart clenching and her stomach fluttering at how utterly gorgeous he looked, all disheveled, half naked and ravenous. She felt greedy looking at him, because even though he’d just made her come twice, it wasn’t nearly enough.
When it came to Colt, nothing might ever be quite enough.
“God, you’re beautiful.” He came level with her on the stairs and kissed her, deep and urgent. She melted into him, excitement and fresh arousal zapping through her when she tasted herself on his tongue. “I’m about three seconds away from fucking you on the stairs.”
She laughed and resumed leading him up the stairs. “I like that idea, but the condoms are in my bedroom.” She quickened her pace and forced herself not to run like an excited kid as she guided Colt down the hallway. She pushed open the door to her bedroom, and the second she did, her feet left the ground as Colt scooped her up and tossed her over his shoulder, making a beeline for the king-sized bed in the middle of the room. She laughed as he gave her ass a playful smack, excited happiness flowing over her like warm, tropical water.
He tossed her down on the bed, and she rolled to the far side, tugged open the drawer on the nightstand, fished out a condom, and tossed the foil square to him. His eyes held hers as he toed off his shoes and pushed his pants and boxer briefs down. His cock sprung free, snapping against his ridged stomach. She bit her lip and sighed out an appreciative moan.
“I don’t want to be able to walk tomorrow.” She crawled toward him on the bed, watching as he sheathed his gorgeous cock with the condom.
He winked and stroked himself, just once. “That can be arranged.”
She flipped herself onto her back and scooted to the edge, letting her legs dangle over the side of the bed. He tumbled down on top of her while leaving his feet planted firmly on the floor, claiming her mouth with his. Scraping her fingernails down his back, she could feel the tension straining the strong muscles beneath his warm skin.
“Oh, God, Colt. I want you inside me.”
With a sound like a low growl, he pushed her legs apart and lined up the head of his cock with her slick entrance. Hands gripping her thighs tightly, he eased just the thick head in and then paused.
“I don’t think I have it in me to be gentle or go slow.”
She found his eyes with hers. “Fuck me, Colt.”
With one sure thrust, he slid deep into her and she cried out at the intense pleasure of being stretched and filled to the hilt. The feeling of Colt inside her was pure perfection, and she sighed, every cell in her body full to bursting with lust, happiness, and something more. Something deeper she wasn’t fully prepared to name.
“Shit,” he ground out, beads of sweat dotting his hairline. He smiled down at her, that cocky half smile she loved. “Don’t move, gorgeous. I need a second.”
Doing as she was asked, she didn’t move her hips, despite the tight ache blooming anew in her core. She swiveled her head up off the mattress, wanting to get a good look at where they were joined. She slid a hand over her abdomen and between her legs, slowly circling her clit with languid strokes.
“Fuck, that’s hot.” He slid out of her, torturously slow, and then rocked back into her. The sight of him above her, eyes dark, muscles taut and flexing, was incredible. Beyond words.
With his iron grip, he urged her thighs even farther apart, and she complied, loving the feeling of being completely open and exposed for him as he established a deep, hard rhythm, claiming her body with his own. Her head fell back on the bed as she continued to touch herself, urged on by his low, throaty groans. A new kind of pressure began to build, pleasure urged higher with each stroke of her clit, each thrust of his cock deep inside her. She started to shake, her muscles weak with pleasure.
“That’s it, Taylor,” Colt urged in that low rumble she loved so much. “Come for me. Come on my cock.”
Her orgasm spread over her like a crack in a dam, growing and fanning out over her heated skin as the pressure built until finally, with one particularly deep thrust from Colt, it burst over her, flooding her senses with such intense pleasure that she could’ve drowned in it. She convulsed around him, clenching around his cock.
“Jesus Christ,” he ground out, slamming into her once, twice more before every muscle in his body tensed, the cords in his neck straining against his sweat-slicked skin. He was buried so deep inside
her that she felt every throb, every pulse of his cock, as he came.
For several seconds, neither of them moved, their bodies still joined. Slowly, Colt opened his eyes and smiled down at her.
“Jesus Christ,” she whispered.
Without a word, he slid out of her, eased her farther up onto the bed and kissed her, long and slow and deep, and she ignored the wisp of fear curling its smoky tendrils around her heart.
She’d never survive him, but it was too late. She was a goner.
* * *
Ronnie sat on his bed with his computer in his lap, his limp dick in his hand. He’d thought watching would be a good thing, but he’d been wrong. So, so wrong. And even though he’d known it was a possibility, he hadn’t truly expected her to fuck the brute again. Not when she was supposed to be keeping herself pure for him.
He stared out the window into the dark, starless night, wondering if it might be better if he just listened, like he had that first night. But he’d listened to Taylor have sex with that brute—Colt—before he’d taken their relationship to the next level. He’d been watching her for days now. Watching her sleep. Watching her eat. Watching her shower. It was a new level of intimacy, and it was that intimacy, that new sense of ownership, that was making watching her in bed with another man so difficult.
At the sound of Taylor’s low, throaty moans, he returned his attention to the laptop screen, forcing himself to watch. He felt like a soldier, training for battle. He watched as the brute slammed into Taylor from behind, one hand between her legs, the other fisted in her hair.
“Are you gonna come?” growled Colt as the pace of his thrusts picked up. Taylor practically screamed, panting out a string of curse words. Colt pulled her hair harder, arching her back. “Come for me, gorgeous. God, you’re so fucking wet.”
Taylor moaned out Colt’s name as her arms started to shake, and then gave out. She collapsed onto the bed, her fists clenched in the sheets as she moaned and gasped.