“Touch me, Reno. Fuck me. Don’t make me wait any longer.”
“Not time for fucking yet.” He nibbled on her soft inner thigh. “You taste too good to quit, like, hmm…” He paused to lick the joint where her thigh and pelvis area met. “Like ice cream on a hot day.”
“But my ice cream is melting.”
He chuckled. “Nice and wet and runny, just like I like it.”
He ran his tongue along her labia, bringing a low, hoarse groan from her. When her hips jacked up in response, he settled his hand flat on her abdomen and applied pressure. He continued eating at her with tongue swipes and teeth nibbles and long sucks. She was almost wild with her impending orgasm. His tongue was doing wicked sweeps and jabs and flat licks. His hand on her abdomen kept her from flying off the mattress so she bent her knees and dug her heels into the mattress for leverage.
Sweat beaded on her upper lip, ran off the side and down her cheek. She licked her lips, parched by her rapid pants. She beat a heel into the mattress as she skated up to the edge of her climax. It was so close she could see it.
“I can’t hold back,” she said on gasps. “I’m going to come.”
“I want to taste you as you come all over my tongue.”
He stabbed his tongue in her, time and time again. Every muscle in her body pulled tight. She tried to swallow, but there was no fluid left in her mouth. Everything was flowing south, toward his tongue, his mouth.
And then she flew over the rim, crying out his name, bucking against his mouth. White lights danced and flickered behind her eyelids. Waves and ripples of pleasure ran from her head to her toes, which curled in response to the overwhelming fire racing through her.
When she finally floated back to reality, Reno was bracing himself on his forearms, arched over her, a smile spread across his mouth. “Good?” he asked.
“Oh, it was okay,” she said and then laughed. “It was unbelievable.” She squinted her eyes in a glare. “Have you been practicing your, um, technique?”
His smile twisted into a smirk. “Practicing. Is that your way of asking if I’ve been with another woman?”
“It’s none of my business,” she said in a rush of words. “Sorry I asked.”
Slowly, he lowered his body until just their noses touched. “How could I be with another woman after I’ve had the best?”
Her heart settled in her throat. She fought back the emotional wave that threatened to swamp her.
“Oh.” Her voice was so quiet she wasn’t sure if she thought that word or actually said it.
“Oh,” he repeated and settled his full weight on top of her. It was a heavy, warm blanket settling over her. He felt so good she sighed.
He kissed her. It wasn’t a hard, fast, demanding kiss like they’d been exchanging. It was soft, almost reverent. She opened her lips, slipped her tongue out, ran it along his lower lip and pushed it inside his mouth. He latched on to her tongue, sucked on it, secured it in his mouth. Each draw on her tongue discharged atoms of desire throughout her system.
She raked her fingers down his back. Dipped her fingers into the swell before his ass. Shoved her hands under the drawstring waist of his pants until she could grasp the globes of his ass. They were hard and firm. No jiggle at all to the meaty flesh there.
She ran her hands along the waist until she reached the tie in the front. She jerked the string and the pants loosened immediately.
Braced on his forearms again, he pushed up and looked down. “If those come off, you know what’s going to happen.”
After licking her lips, she said, “Maybe I do. Maybe I don’t. Why don’t you tell me?”
“I’m going to fuck you so hard, your pussy won’t stop aching for a week.”
God, she loved when he talked dirty. And apparently, so did her sex, which spasmed at his words.
“Hmm. Sounds like a challenge.” She hunched up against his thick shaft. “I always did love one.”
Reno kicked his pants down his legs until he could fling them off with a foot. Before he could settle on top of her again, Magda pushed him backwards until he was lying on his back.
“You’re not the only one with a mouth,” she said. She wrapped the fingers of one hand around his stiff shaft and then slid her thumb across the cockhead through the precome. When she licked the liquid off her thumb, Reno groaned.
“Damn, woman.”
She smiled and then leaned over and ran her tongue directly across the slit. His hips jerked up with her stroke.
“Impatient much?”
“Put me in your mouth,” he demanded. “Do it now.”
She didn’t. Instead, she flicked her tongue around the head’s rim and made her way down the thick, pulsing vein with licks and nibbles. If she’d thought he’d been hard when she started, his shaft was now like the handle of a hammer.
Working her way back up the way she went down, she stopped long enough to nibble around that soft edge of the cockhead. Then she sucked the head into her mouth.
He threaded his hands into her hair, tightening his fingers and pulling the strands as he grunted her name over and over.
She slipped him from her mouth and stopped. He looked at her with a slight panic in his eyes and she almost laughed.
“Come here,” she said, crawling over to the edge of the sofa. “Sit up here.” She patted a cushion. “I know you like to watch.”
A wicked smile crawled across his mouth and he wasted no time doing as she asked.
Once he was seated, she pushed his knees wide apart and climbed between them. She took him back into her mouth, sliding him in and out with long sucks and draws. His hands found their way back into her hair and around the back of her head.
At first, he let her move at her own rate. Magda wrapped both hands around the base of his cock and worked in concert with her mouth. It didn’t take long before Reno held her head still and began to thrust his hips in earnest. His shaft slid in and out of her mouth in a rapid pace, Reno alternately hissing and groaning. He yanked free of her mouth with a sag of his shoulders.
“Give me a minute,” he said through locked teeth, still holding her head between his hands.
“You okay?”
She heard a heated cussword under his breath.
“I almost lost it.” He leaned forward and kissed her. “Damn, you’ve got a mouth made for pleasure.” His breaths were nothing more than quick pants. “Maybe I should be the one worried about who you’ve been practicing on.”
She just gave him a wicked smile. “Ready for more?”
He pried her fingers off his penis and pushed her backwards onto the mattress.
“Be right back.”
Chapter Thirteen
Reno left Magda in the living room and went into her bath. He knew there were condoms in there, or there’d better be. His dick would freeze and fall off if he had to go upstairs to his room.
Under the sink, in the far corner, he found what he was looking for. He grabbed a strip and headed back to Magda.
She was lying on her side, her head propped in her hand as she studied the fire. The light from the flames licked along her side, dipped in at her waist and out with the flare of her hips. The flickering from the fire made the wings tattooed on her back appear to move. The vision stopped him. She was so breathtakingly gorgeous and sexy. He didn’t believe he could ever tire of looking at her.
She sighed.
“Hey,” he said, sitting down beside her. “I heard that sigh. What’s going on?”
She rolled over and looked up at him. “Listen.”
He frowned but listened. Nothing. He started to tell her he couldn’t hear anything but then he heard it. Plastic moving. The distant hum of the refrigerator. Air blowing.
“Power’s on,” he said.
She nodded.
“So?”
She shrugged. “Real world coming back.”
He brushed her hair off her face and studied her expression. So serious and with a tad of sadness. He rubbed his thumb along her lower lip. She licked his thumb’s pad and then bit it lightly. The nerves in his gut cramped and he hissed.
Sliding down beside her, he slipped his arms around her and pulled her into a deep kiss. She wedged a hand between them to fondle his cock. Whatever hardness he’d lost in the intervening time came rushing back. Her fingers, so long and soft, ran up and down his shaft with determined strokes.
“You’re a little underdressed for this party,” she whispered into his ear and then nibbled on the earlobe. “Let me.” Her nails had no problem ripping the foil packet open. She deftly unrolled the condom down his penis, which only served to drive any spare drop of blood to his groin. Once he was covered, she grinned up at him. “I believe I was promised a good fuck.”
He chuckled and then pushed into her. Her walls pressed down and surrounded his cock in heat and moisture. He pulled back and thrust in again.
“Harder,” she said with a moan.
Reno shoved his forearms under her thighs and lifted her legs to his shoulders. Then he caught her wrists and dragged her arms over her head. He held her wrists in his hand and began moving in and out of her, each stroke a little harder, more demanding.
With his free hand, he tweaked her nipples, pulling and pinching them tightly between his fingers. Beneath him, Magda twisted and jerked her hips with each thrust.
The pressure built in his balls and moved up and out. He pounded into Magda, enthralled and aroused by her moans and groans and demands for, “Harder. Faster.” His orgasm rose from deep inside, and when it discharged, Reno’s whole body jerked and shuddered from the release.
Magda’s climax came seconds behind his. She cried out his name as her body quaked.
Reno lowered her legs to the mattress but remained inside her. “Give me a minute,” he said.
He felt her heel running up and down the crack of his ass. “No problem.”
After regaining his breath, he withdrew and took care of the condom. She rolled into his arms.
“Remember when I said we couldn’t go on like this?”
“Yeah, but I just proved you wrong.”
She laughed. “I meant that we couldn’t go on with you doing all the work single-handedly. Not this.” She swept a hand over their nude bodies. “Darren is out for about three months. If we learned anything over the last ten days, it’s that this is not a one-man ranch.”
He kissed the top of her head. “I’ll call our back-up help. I can have a couple of guys here.” He paused. “If the power’s on then the road is probably cleared too.”
“That’s what I’m thinking.”
“Okay. I’ll call Zack Marshall tomorrow.”
“Tonight. You need him here tomorrow.”
“Man, you’re bossy.”
She smiled and settled into the crook of his arm. She didn’t say anything because, hey, she was bossy.
Zack Marshall was a Godsend. She knew paying for an extra ranch hand was probably eating up Reno’s gut, not to mention his spare cash, but after two days of help, he didn’t come home looking like something a cat had dragged in.
They’d moved her mattress back to her bedroom and Reno had taken to sleeping with her. Magda wasn’t sure how she felt about that. The sex was mind-blowingly hot. No doubt about that. But there was a part of her that felt smothered. Having a man in her bed every night felt foreign, as though she were trying to learn to live in Europe. The bed was the same but the experience was new.
She also knew that it was only a matter of time before Darren moved back home, and there was no way she and Reno could keep sleeping together after that. It’d been three weeks since his accident, and Reno had talked to Darren often, especially after they got their phones back.
During the ice storm, the hospital had discharged Darren. With no way to get home, he’d stayed first with his sister, KC, and her husband, Drake Gentry. After a week there, he’d moved to Olivia and Mitch’s house. Magda expected every phone call to be him calling to say he was on his way.
With the cast on his leg and using a pair of crutches, Darren would not be any help around the ranch, and she suspected he was going to be a major pain in her butt. A bored cowboy with nothing to do was the devil’s plaything.
It was a Saturday at the end of January when the house phone rang. Magda lifted the wall receiver. “D&R Ranch.”
“I wondered if my initial was still there.”
Magda laughed. “Darren. How are you?”
“Ready to come home.”
“Great. When?” Magda’s mind immediately shifted into overdrive, making mental lists of what she needed to do.
“Tomorrow, if you’re ready. Is Reno around?”
“Nope. He’s gone to town for supplies. Can I help you with anything?”
There was a pregnant pause followed by, “I really hate to do this to you, Magda. I know you’re all settled in and everything.”
Her heart skipped. Was he going to fire her? Or worse, had something gotten back to him about her and his brother?”
“What is it, Darren?”
Long sigh. “I can’t go up and down those stairs to my bedroom. I’m pretty good on my crutches, but that’s just asking for me to fall. I need to move downstairs.”
“So you want my bedroom?”
“Unless you’re willing to share.”
She laughed. “Consider the back of your head popped.”
He snorted. “I’ve kind of missed that.”
“No problem with the bedroom situation. It’s been in the back of my mind anyway. I’ll get started shifting things around. Once you’re back on your feet, so to speak, we’ll swap back.”
“Thanks. You don’t mind moving upstairs? I mean, there’s a whole lot less privacy. And I hate to tell you this, but my brother snores like a chainsaw. Sometimes I hear him through the walls.”
She wasn’t going to tell him she knew all about Reno’s sleeping habits. “No problem. I assure you, I can sleep anywhere.”
“Thanks, Magda. We’re lucky to have you. Reno drive you nuts while I’ve been gone? Tell me you had to slap his head a few times.”
“Oh, well, yeah. His head did get a workout.” Her eyes rolled to the top of her head. Not a lie exactly, but probably not what Darren meant. “I’d better get moving if I want to get everything ready for you. How are you getting here? You want Reno to come pick you up?”
“Nah. KC’s driving me home. I’ll see you guys tomorrow afternoon.”
She hung up the phone and got to work. She didn’t have that much to move, but she knew Darren was a tad of a clotheshorse.
Three hours later, she was hauling an armload of clothes down the stairs when Reno walked into the living room, an iced tea in his hand. “Whatcha doin’?”
“Moving my stuff upstairs.”
For just a moment, she saw the flash of confusion and then panic on his face. “Okay,” he said, drawing the word out. “Why?”
Stepping off the bottom step, she started to remind him that his brother had a broken leg and climbing the stairs would add more stress to his recovery. Instead, she just couldn’t resist pulling his chain. “Well, I figured I’d just move into your room. I mean, after all, we’re together every night. It’d just be easier, right?”
The gulp of tea stuck in his throat and he began to cough. She laughed and headed toward her old bedroom.
“Don’t be an idiot,” she called over her shoulder. “Your brother can’t be climbing up and down stairs all day. I’m moving into his room until his leg is better.”
Reno followed her into the bedroom. “You could move into mine if you wanted.” His voice held no conviction of his words.
Magda rolled her eyes.
“No, I couldn’t. In fact, now that Darren is back in the house, our sleeping together has to stop.” When Reno opened his mouth as though to argue, she stopped him with a shake of her head. “It has to. We knew it was temporary, and now temporary is up.” She dropped the clothes on the bed.
“When will he be here?”
“Tomorrow sometime. Your sister is driving him out.”
“So we have tonight?”
“It’d be better if we didn’t. Let’s just do a cold-turkey break.”
“Dinner out,” Reno said. “And then we’ll talk about it.”
Magda was exhausted from her multiple trips up and down the stairs all day, not to mention stripping and replacing sheets on all three beds. Dinner had been the farthest thing from her mind.
“Not Whispering Springs,” she said as she hung Darren’s clothes in the closet.
“Agreed.”
Reno took her to Tyler, Texas, to an intimate restaurant on the square that featured a diversified menu and live music. She had wine with her catfish-stuffed filet, which was so much better than anything she knew how to make. Over a dessert of white chocolate bread pudding and coffee, Reno didn’t restrain his public display of affection, holding her hand, kissing her knuckles and even offering her a bite of his chocolate brownie.
The band played a variety of music from the eighties and nineties, and more than once, Magda found herself on the dance floor. Fast or slow, it didn’t seem to matter to Reno. The broad grin on his face told her how much fun he was having.
When “Waiting for A Girl Like You” began, Reno pulled her in his arms. She snaked her arms around his neck and laid her head on his broad shoulder. She loved his smell…part cologne, part Old Spice soap, part starch she used in his shirt, but mostly just Reno. He flattened his hand on her back, stroking up and down as they swayed to the music. As the sound came to an end, he pulled back and kissed her. Publicly. In front of everybody. Not that they knew a soul here, but still… Her heart melted and dripped.
She was in love with him.
And wasn’t that the worst idea ever.
Darren’s arrival the next day was met with lots of hugs from Magda and backslaps from Reno.
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