by Tilly Greene
Jon Black’s Woman
by
Tilly Greene
Jon Black was part Native American, but that didn’t define him. Being a retired Marine and cowboy who managed his friend’s ranch didn’t either, but they all had a part in making him into a man. Tall, strong and handsome, he was the dream catch for single women and some married ones across a few counties. The dominance he displayed in the bedroom was exciting, hot and pulled even more ladies into his bed, but only one woman struck him silent and ripped his need to the surface—Molly.
An English rose by way of Japan comes to Montana and is everything he wants in his life. Has he finally met his match, his mate for life or is she too much for him to handle?
Copyright 2013 by Tilly Greene
Edited by Kat Lively
Cover design by Robin Ludwig Design Inc.
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This is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, real people, or real locales are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author's imagination, and any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Note from Author: Jon Black’s Woman, a contemporary western erotic romance + tattoo, bondage and toys, is 25k words and this is its first release.
CHAPTER ONE
Gardiner, Montana
“Fucking hell! At least kiss the woman, otherwise the next time I see your hard-on I’m going to chop it off.” Ted Wilson teased Jon presumably for Jon’s power of self-denial.
Jon Black shrugged as he continued brushing down his horse. There was no question he wanted Molly—to touch her, love her, tie her up, and take her gently and hard. He had these feelings since first seeing her in the diner, the day she arrived in Gardiner. She stole his breath and left him staring at her and listening to every word she uttered.
The more time they spent together, the more he wanted from and with the beautiful English beauty. He had planned to stay as close to her as he could and never leave. Actually, nothing else came to mind and that became Jon’s only plan.
“The time has to be right. I’m not going to rush her into something she’s not ready for, or worse, scare her off.” Jon shared how he intended to progress and hoped his boss and friend backed him up. Ted and he were old buddies from childhood through the Marines. Nothing but the truth, be it nice or ugly, passed between them. He’d known about the other man’s difficulties with sex and fears that Ted might hurt a woman. Back then, he’d gone on a few fuck sessions with him as support. Unfortunately, Jon’s dad had gotten ill and he had to leave to be with the man in what turned out to be his final days. The best he could do was to tell Ted’s brother Matt and, as expected, he’d stepped in to help.
“You’re not going to scare her away. Your dick is big, but not porn guy big.” The man laughed and Jon had to join him. Matt and Ted were good at keeping things from getting too heavy or dark.
“Fine, what do you think I should do?” Jon walked around his horse and put the brush down. Picking up another, he went to work on the mane.
“Tie her up and fuck her! Make those pretty pink cheeks turn red when you pound her pussy from behind while holding onto her nice tits. Yes, I’ve noticed those nice, fleshy mounds bouncing beneath her shirt as she races to the car for one of your trips or rides. Shit, she’s fabulous when she’s on a horse. Take her, Jon, and fucking laugh as she screams with orgasm after orgasm.”
Jon rested his forehead against the neck of the horse and laughed.
“Seriously, dude. All of it and my big dick would send her screaming for the hills.”
“Fine. Don’t merely hold her hand and take long walks in the moonlight. Kiss her. Wrap your arms around her sweet body and kiss her until she can’t breathe, then walk away. Molly is already attracted to you. It’s obvious to anyone with eyes. After taking a kiss, she’ll be panting for more and chase you.” Ted stood up and, without smiling or smirking, looked at him while giving his advice.
“Leave her there?” He wanted to connect with the woman, not leave her alone.
“Yes! Pour everything you’ve got into the kiss. Maybe hold her close as you cop a feel of her ass and let her know you’re hard. Get into the moment, but you have to leave and not look back. She needs to know you want her badly, but will wait for her to come to you.”
“Oh, yah, makes sense.” Damn, Jon had to give the man his due. He was waiting for Molly to come to him. There was something holding her back and he wanted more from her than basic or dirty sex. The respect he had for her demanded he stand back and wait, only maybe he needed to give her a nudge.
“You don’t have a problem, Jon. What you need to do is remind her of the explosion going off in your pants and probably hers when you two met. I’ve never seen you struck speechless by a woman and its fucking stuck.”
“You’re full of something tonight, what’s got you so fucking happy?” Ted wasn’t normally such a jovial guy, but there was something lighter about his attitude. He was basically happy and that was good to see. They were friends but also Marine buds, which meant Ted knew firsthand the ugliness he’d seen and worked hard to move beyond.
“The guy is here installing the air unit we had made for the office in the barn. We are one step closer to this project being finished. Once everything is done, Saki will finally be all ours and that makes me shit-kicking happy.”
“Congratulations!” He was genuinely pleased his friends had found the woman who fit with their lifestyle. There was a time when he got off on threesomes, but not anymore. No way would he ever share Molly with anyone. Even if she asked, the answer would be no fucking way!
“Hey, are we doing dinner tonight?” Matt called as he walked into the barn.
“Sure, I’ll bring the veggies ready to grill,” Jon offered as he got back to combing his horse’s mane. All he’d need to do was visit his garden and see what was ready for picking. He figured there were a couple of different squashes and zucchinis looking ripe last time he was out there.
“We have a big chicken we can barbeque and a head of lettuce. You have tomatoes and maybe some corn? I like cold corn on my salad.” Matt had obviously checked what they had before coming out to ask if they were all getting together for dinner.
“I can round up an ear or two,” Jon said as he started to work on the tail in earnest.
“Good, dinner is set. Let’s say seven to give the ladies time to clean up after working in the office. Have there been any noises coming from back there? Any motors running or someone coming out to say it’s done?” There was a note of hope in his voice, making Jon smile upon hearing. He understood the timeline they were locked into and knew the guy wanted it to go faster.
“Nothing. It’s silent. You want to go in and make sure the ladies are still alive?”
“The engineer guy wasn’t a serial killer. Where is your mind at?” Looking at his brother, Matt appeared confused at what Ted said. Jon knew the dark spaces the guys’ minds could travel to and shrugged it off.
“I know, but maybe they need some help or something. Shit, man, you’re the cleanest, go in there and make sure things are getting done. I want this project finished!” Gone was the fun guy who’d offered advice, and in his place was a surly guy.
“Damn, if I wasn’t there and it hadn’t happened in front of my own two eyes, I wouldn’t know you had a taste of pussy today. You even had your cock drained. Who the fuck is this angry asshole and what have you done with my brother?” Matt headed to toward t
he office, but not before calling out a suggestion. “Stroke the snake, dude, and leave the bad mood behind.”
Jon looked at the older brother and wondered what wild hair suddenly tickled his brain.
The thought of asking what happened to his attitude was lost the moment Molly came out of the office, followed by Matt and Sakura. His eyes were immediately drawn to the blonde, and he could see nothing else. The minute she walked into his view, his cock went harder than a rock and all words froze in his throat.
It normally happened when she was near. Maybe he went silent because he wanted to do nothing but absorb all he could of her. Jon said nothing, but cracked a smile when she came to his side and took in everything about her while she quietly spoke to him.
“Finally, we’re making progress,” she started and his eyes traced her from head to foot.
Thick strands of almost white silk hair usually danced over her shoulders and beyond, but today it was pulled back in a ponytail. She had the blue of Caribbean seas for eyes and—yes, like Ted had mentioned—he couldn’t stop looking at her chest.
Beautiful mounds with hard-tipped nipples poked against her t-shirt, and he licked his lips. He wanted them in his mouth. Whenever he caught a peek of the hard tips, he liked to think she was as turned on by him as he was by her. The erection he sported stiffened further. Somehow he had to stop its push to orgasm without any help from even his hand.
The easiest diversion was listening to every word she uttered with great care. He tried to hear it all, but also wondered if he should take Ted’s advice.
Should he kiss her like it would lead to something hot and sweaty?
* * * * *
“…fits beautifully. We turned the cooling unit on with the air circulator and it took seconds for the change to be noticed. It works incredibly well. And the noise coming in and out is non-existent. You wouldn’t know we were in the middle of a barn.”
Molly found it odd how, whenever she was with Jon, he was quiet—almost silent. They’d had conversations, but in general he simply watched her. It wasn’t uncomfortable, just odd.
“I think we’re back on schedule, if not ahead.”
His hum and nod ensured she knew he listened to her, but still nothing, no words. Was he quiet because of his friends hanging around? She didn’t think so. None of it made any sense, although she was most likely the reason he stopped talking, except he talked when it was only the two of them.
Maybe one day she’d find an answer, but in the meantime it remained a conundrum for her to keep mulling over.
“The next step is ramping up the tagging. It will take a while to complete, although the timing couldn’t be better with them starting calving season. We’ve had a few newborns come through and the kinks have been worked out as we find them. I think we’re ready for the influx of data.”
Feeling naughty, she wondered what he’d do if she threw out a question? Maybe she should make a wicked request for him to passionately thrust his cock in and out of her ready body—pussy or mouth, his choice.
Would he turn beet red and his mouth drop open in shock, or would he unzip his pants and make a choice?
Despite the silence, she bet the latter. A man didn’t possess such raw sexuality by not being comfortable with his body. Seconds away from slipping into the mutual stare sessions they’d had before, Molly could only smile when he finally spoke.
“We’re all eating up at the house tonight. We’ve planned barbecued chicken, grilled vegetables with squeezed lemon, and salad. Sound good?” His voice rumbled low, working its way straight down to settle in the place between her legs. She desperately wanted his attention there. She wanted him, and it had been ages since desire had played a part in her world.
There was nothing like it. He spoke and her desire ramped up until her cheeks turned red and her mouth opened with need.
“Yes, sounds good,” she whispered. Molly worked hard to say a few words and not fall to her knees instead. The man did wicked things to her and she wanted to take it to the next level.
“It’s at seven,” he told her as he took a step closer. Jon was in her personal space and she wanted him to come in even closer. Touch her and—maybe, hopefully—really touch her. If he put so much as a finger on her body, her day would bloom even brighter.
“Okay,” she accepted, even though it wasn’t a date. Not by a long shot, but she wished and let her imagination run wild with hope.
“I’ll pick you up at six-thirty,” he told her and she inhaled sharply. It excited her when he didn’t ask, but stated it more like a command. Her arms dropped to her sides and she was ready to kneel at his feet and wait for him to tell her what he wanted.
“Yes,” she confirmed on a low moan.
“Are you feeling all right?”
An immediate negative was on her lips before she clenched them closed. Desire wrapped around her and squeezed. She wanted his touch, his kiss, his possession, but he gave her no clues her feelings were returned. There was no way she could make the first move, especially not when there were few hints of reciprocal feelings.
She could only nod while looking at him without blinking. What she experienced while with him, from elation to insecurity, must be well hidden because the man simply wasn’t seeing anything.
Despite the expected minimal interaction, Molly accepted there was something different happening between them. She couldn’t put her finger on it, simply there was a different sensation surrounding them. Perhaps it was the passionate place to where her mind had traveled. Maybe it was wishful thinking, but she didn’t care. She thought they were together in the center of a spotlight, overheating with lust.
Jon moved even closer to her and she held her breath. When he put his hand on her chin and told her what he planned to do, her heart skipped a beat.
“I’m going to kiss you, Molly.” He gave her no time to say yes or no. The man wrapped his arms around her, then pulled her to him until she was flush against his body. His hard-on pressed into her stomach, making its presence known. She wanted to reach down to touch it, only she couldn’t move a muscle. The rod pushing into her was huge and hard, and she imagined him possessing her with it.
Leaning his head down, he stopped before their lips touched, and shocked her with what he said next.
“Kiss you until you’re seconds away from climaxing.”
Stunned by his words, her mouth dropped open and he then pressed his lips to her neck. He kissed her where the shoulder and neck met, which also happened to be her weak spot. She wasn’t sure she could stand up on her own and was glad he held her close.
She remembered moaning and her eyes closing with bliss. She hadn’t missed the touch of a man until right then. Molly remembered the last man she’d been with—her coach and her first lover. Unfortunately, their relationship didn’t end well. The ties to her family had been broken when she left her eventing coach.
As Jon’s mouth moved seductively up her neck, his hand stroked over her ass. Her backside was not one of her favorite parts of her body, but somehow his touching her there made her forget. She felt cherished and wanted.
Standing on her tiptoes, she stretched as much as she could and suddenly experienced a sense of vulnerability. She wouldn’t have believed she’d be comfortable being in such a position, and yet felt at ease. Each time she was in his presence he radiated power. Standing in his orbit never failed to pull her closer. As he kissed her the heat raged around them, protecting them from everything outside their embrace.
Soft lips skated across her chin and, before she could take a breath, he pressed his mouth to hers, sealing them to each other. Their lip lock started out gentle, eventually becoming erotic. His tongue slipped along the seam a couple of times before her lips quivered and parted. The opening was an invitation for him to dip into her mouth as his hands firmly clenched her ass cheeks.
A groan laced with desire and need moved from her throat, through her mouth and into his.
Pure, unadulterated passion race
d through her body and she wanted more. She needed his touch on her breasts, needed him to squeeze the mounds and tease the nipples to pebble further. Lifting her leg to wrap around one of his allowed her to rub her pussy against one of his hard limbs, only there was no relief.
Jon had to take her body and make her come. He touched her intimately and she turned into a mass of need. His touch brought everything she wanted to the surface where it demanded satisfaction.
When one of his hands released her backside, she wanted to order it to return. The next time he touched her, he cupped her pussy. There, he finally touched her exactly where she wanted him to. She wanted his cock there, maybe even his mouth, but would take his hand. It was a shame she wore jeans, but being naked with him would happen. No doubt it would soon.
Running a big finger between the lips of her pussy, Jon swirled his tongue around hers. The two things together were almost more than she could take, then he pushed for more and unbuttoned her jeans. She fought to keep breathing as Jon slid his hand inside and then between her legs. Once again he cupped her mound and dipped a finger along her underwear inside her moist heat.
Oh man, she couldn’t think or breathe. She wanted to push him to the ground and take him, spread her legs further, climb him like a tree, but she couldn’t. She could only stand there and experience him and everything he offered.
She was a heartbeat away from finding a release as his finger dipped in and out of her pussy. It hinted to her what it would be like to have his cock driving into her, except she knew it was small. The hard presence pushing against her lower stomach told her she’d have no doubt of what he thrust inside her body when the time came.
Breathing heavily through her nose, she was startled when his mouth pulled back until their lips barely touched.
“You’ll be naked and excited, nipples hard and pussy damp with need. Once you’re at the point of begging for my touch, I’m going to tie you to a pole and, with my fingers, mouth, or cock, stroke every inch of your body. When you’re at the point of screaming with need, I’m going to fuck you. The first time will be gentle, but all bets are off for what follows.”
