by Candi Wall
His body stiffened under her fingers. Good. He was all man, and she wanted him to act like it. Digging her nails in harder, she dragged them higher on his muscled thighs. A low growl came from somewhere deep in his throat before his hand slipped around the back of her neck, grasping her hair roughly. “That’s all you want? A good fuck?”
She nodded against the pressure of his hand. Damn right. “I’ve got four days left here and then I’ll be gone. Did you plan on something more?”
“No. As a matter of fact, I didn’t plan anything past these twenty-four hours.”
His gaze searched hers, and she got the feeling he had to have this conversation every time he decided to fuck someone. Worse still, even with the warning that it was only for one night, he probably ended up with most of his partners crying bullshit in the aftermath. Well, this time, he’d picked the right girl. No ties was her forte, and it was refreshing to have someone else handle the gritty details of the no-reneges-in-the-morning clause.
“I can’t tell you how happy that makes me. You’re not in my future, but that doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy the now.” She traced her fingers over the hard bulge of his cock and it jumped beneath her touch. “So, now that we know our mutual intent is an amazing fuck and no ties afterwards, you should stop talking and start demanding.”
“Whatever the lady wants.” His husky laugh turned her insides to liquid heat that poured through her belly and pooled between her legs in anticipation. His hand flexed with demanding pressure. “Take my clothes off.”
“Gladly.” She smiled and ran her tongue over her lips. The way his eyes followed her tongue told her exactly what he was thinking. He wanted to fuck her mouth. The thought had her squirming in reaction. She slid the buttons free on his shirt and pushed the fabric aside. His skin was salty beneath her lips as she traced a path over the ridges of muscle leading down toward his jeans. She kept her eyes on his, enjoying his unsteady breaths.
Not bothering to take his shirt off, she slipped her tongue over the skin just above his silver belt buckle. God, she loved cowboys. Everything about them was sexy. She flipped the buckle open and tried to work the buttons on his jeans free. She was so excited by the hard press of his cock beneath the fabric, she could barely make her fingers move. “Help me.”
He popped the buttons free and shifted his hips so she could pull the dark denim down. She grabbed his boxers too, not wanting to waste time. After she’d slipped his boots off, his pants followed. She moved back up his legs, trailing her lips over his heated skin until she reached his balls. His body jerked and his hand tangled in her hair, holding her close, but preventing her from going farther.
She licked at him and a deep sigh left his throat. “Let me taste you.”
“No,” he growled. She fought the grip he had on her hair, but he pulled her up to her knees, leaning forward to brush a light kiss next to her mouth. “I don’t plan on bein’ undone by you so quickly, and I got a feeling that pretty little mouth of yours could do some wicked things.”
“You have no idea,” she purred, feeling empowered by his honest reactions.
A harsh chuckle rumbled his chest. “So modest.”
“Modestly honest,” she countered. “I love sucking cock. It gives me an advantage. A super horny guy is going to do anything to come, including making sure I come first. Why wouldn’t I perfect the art?”
“Smart girl.” He ran his index finger over her bottom lip. “You’ll have to show me later.”
The gravel in his voice notched her excitement up another level, but before she could react, that sinfully sexy finger traveled down her chin to her throat. It moved lower between her breasts and traveled to each nipple for a brief teasing touch. By the time it found her belly button, she was leaning back slightly, anticipating where he’d end up. The warmth of his touch was almost as hot as his whisper to spread her legs.
She responded automatically, dying for release, ready to beg.
But she didn’t have to. In seconds that single finger slid across her clit and slipped deep into her pussy. She moaned, rubbing herself against his invasion until he slid a second finger in. Wanting more, she opened her legs farther. But he just teased, driving her mad as his fingers slid slowly in and out of her, always rubbing over her clit before delving back inside.
She was all but panting when his rough voice broke through her concentration. “Stand up.”
Her legs trembled, his fingers still buried inside her as she complied. The light pressure of his other hand drew her knee onto the chair next to him. She went closer willingly, and he pulled her other knee up as well so she could straddle his hips. His cock slid between them, parting her.
Chloe’s mind was foggy, but years of single life had taught her well. She knew she had to be careful. Three—or six—too many drinks, and a sexy man, a dead or sick girl could make. “Do you have a condom? If not, I have some in my purse.”
“My pants pocket.” He smiled and stroked her thigh. “In my wallet. Think you can get it without me having to stop touching you?”
With a laugh at the challenge, she arched back and easily grabbed his jeans. When she straightened again, his breath caressed one sensitized nipple. “Well done.”
She pulled his wallet free and tossed the jeans aside. “Where?”
“Last flap on the right.”
She retrieved the condom and dropped his wallet on the floor. A quick rip with her teeth opened the foil package and she slid back on his legs. He jerked back against the recliner as she rolled it down, his words coming out through clenched teeth. “I really hate these things. You’d think in this day and age they’d have better protection.”
His cock jumped beneath her fingers and she purred. “Never enjoyed them much myself.”
The light scent of lubricant reached her, eliciting a liquid response. Her body knew that scent, knew what it preceded. She stroked him, settling closer to guide him into her body. “We don’t have time to get you a green card while I’m visiting, but maybe next time we can go all natural.”
“Green card?” he rasped. When she would have plunged down, taking every hot inch of his erection, he held her still. “What?”
God, Mother and Goddess love thy cowboy. There was nothing better than a home-grown sexy, simple man. “A slip of paper from the doc saying you’re disease free…? You know? So you can cross the border without a raincoat?” she offered.
“Sounds—cold.” He grimaced. “I get it, considering your big-city life, doll. But round here, we tend to go for protection then trust.”
The tight grip of his hand on her hip pinned her over him, the head of his cock barely breaching her slick folds. He slid his fingers back into her pussy then rubbed the dampness of her response over the condom. “So wet.”
Chloe had a hard time focusing on his statement when he nearly sent her over the edge with his touch. “What are you waiting for?”
He chuckled. “See, still so impatient.”
“Yes.” She moved her hips over him, trying to take more. But he just held her, rubbing his cock along her pussy until she cried out. “Fuck me.”
With a deep growl, he slid her down, pinning her on his cock as his mouth closed over her nipple with a harsh tug. The double sensation fueled her response. She moved back and forth, rubbing her clit on the hard muscles at the juncture of their bodies. “Oh, that’s much better.”
And still he held her there, perched, the full pressure driving her mad. “Just better, huh?”
His words were tight, rasped out through clenched teeth. She rocked harder, eliciting tiny tremors deep inside her belly. “Much better. Now stop teasing.”
A round of deep, hard thrusts rewarded her efforts and she sighed. Her body tightened around him, sliding with ease over the full length of his cock before he stopped again. Desperate for more, she tried to move over him but he held her still. The deafening rus
h in her ears made it difficult to hear. “Nick, please.”
“Chloe, stop.”
She stopped, her breathing harsh as the sudden pounding at the door reached through to her arousal-deadened senses. Everyday senses, like hearing, she corrected. The sexual senses were on pinprick alert status.
“Nick? Snicker doodle, sweetie are you in there?”
“Shit!” Nick shifted beneath her again, and pulled her close.
“What’s wrong? Who’s that?” Hoping for anything other than a girlfriend or wife, Chloe tried to stand.
He held her still and chuckled. “Ummm, my aunt is here for some strange reason.”
“Your aunt?” Chloe slid off his lap and pulled her thong on with a quick glance at the door. She’d just put her skirt on when the knock came again. She slipped her bra into place and cast him a quick glance. “Snicker doodle?”
He groaned and finished buttoning his shirt. “You’re going to pay for that later.”
Chloe smiled. She hoped so.
Chapter Three
“Oh, Nick. She’s beautiful.”
Nick rolled his eyes and hugged Aunt Betty as he met Chloe’s sympathetic smile. “Yes, she is, isn’t she? Aunt Betty, this is Chloe. Chloe, my aunt Betty.”
Chloe walked over to shake his aunt’s hand. “It’s nice to meet you.” She turned to him then. “I’ll just call a cab, Nick.”
He shook his head, but his aunt interrupted before he could say anything. “Oh no. Did I butt in on something naughty?”
Well, that was the death of that hard-on. There should be a law against elderly female relatives saying anything remotely sexual. He glanced at Chloe, wondering what she was thinking. “No, Auntie, we were just—”
“Finishing a movie,” Chloe supplied. “I was just getting ready to leave.”
“Please, don’t go on my account.” Betty took her hands. “I’ve got fleas. Well not me, my cat. I was supposed to be staying at my sister’s house, but she’s such a bitch.” Aunt Betty crossed the room and slumped down on the couch. “I just need a place to stay until tomorrow when the deadly gasses are clear from the house. You know, fumigating.”
Nick glanced at the ceiling, praying for patience. Of all the rotten luck… “Auntie, you know you always have a place here.”
Chloe’s smile was huge as she drew her arms around his waist for a quick hug. “Your snicker doodle is just the sweetest thing, Betty.”
“He sure is.” Aunt Betty sighed. “Thanks, snick. You’re a doll. Now you two don’t mind me.”
When she yawned, Nick grabbed Chloe’s hand and pulled her toward the kitchen. He called back to his aunt. “Can I get you anything, Auntie?”
“A cup of tea would be nice.”
The moment they were in the kitchen, he pushed Chloe back against the wall and slid his hand under her shirt. Her nipple tightened beneath his fingers and he called back to his aunt. “Coming right up. I recorded the game earlier. Why don’t you turn it on?”
He moved away to set a kettle on the stove to warm, then walked back to Chloe. The T.V. blared almost immediately, and he skimmed his hand beneath her skirt.
“What are you doing?” She grabbed his hand before he could slide his fingers all the way up her thigh. “Your aunt—”
He nodded against her neck and pushed his hand higher. Her thong slid aside easily as he parted her damp curls. Rubbing his finger over her clit, he nipped at her neck, enjoying her shiver. “Yeah, she’ll never know.”
Her head fell back as he moved his hand quicker. She gripped the counter, spreading her legs a bit to give him more access. The damp folds of her body clamped around his finger, and he rocked his hand against her, exhilarated by the breathy moans she tried to contain.
She was so hot, so wet. The brief tease he’d had of her hot pussy wrapped around his cock burst through his mind, creating more pressure in his jeans. When she tucked her mouth against his neck, whispering for more, he thrust deeper. Her shattered breath caught on a sob.
The heat in the kitchen increased, drummed up a notch by her passionate response and the kettle hissing softly behind him. Shit. “Come for me, baby.”
She urged him on, her body taut, breaths shallow. “Yes, Nick. Faster.”
He smiled, ignoring the increasing insistence of the kettle’s warning whistle. “That’s it, baby. Let me feel it.”
“Want me to get that tea?” Auntie’s voice traveled through the room and Nick groaned.
“I can handle it, Auntie.”
He kept his pace, exhilarating in Chloe’s reactions. Her body shook, stiffened, drenching his fingers before the walls of her pussy tightened in deep spasms around him. Precome slid from his cock at her excitement. She jerked her hips, swallowing a deep, throaty moan before collapsing against him with a heavy sigh. Her light chuckle rumbled through him. “That was—nice.”
“Nice?” He slid his hand from her body, resisting the temptation to taste her on his finger and walked over to grab a couple towels from the cupboard. Handing her one, he washed his hands quickly. Serving his aunt tea with Chloe’s scent on his fingers just sat wrong. “We’ll have to try for better than nice again later.”
“Take that damn kettle off.”
Flipping the switch on the stove, he hauled the kettle aside. “Nothing like having a timer.”
“I’ll say. Good thing you had me so wound up or that wouldn’t have been near enough time.” Her furrowed brows showed her annoyance. “I really should get going.”
“Oh, I don’t think so. You’re mine for twenty-four hours, doll.”
“That was before. An aunt’s invasion should nullify the deal.”
He searched the cupboard for tea bags, glad he still had some left from his aunt’s last visit. Then he turned back with a shrug. “She’ll be asleep in no time. We could just be—inventive, until then.”
“Inventive?” Her lips pursed on the thought. “I don’t know. Maybe I’ll just take a rain check.”
He couldn’t blame her. Really, the thought of having sex in the same house his aunt was in did little for his own excitement. He dropped a tea bag into a coffee mug and walked over. Bracing a hand against the counter on either side of her body, he pressed close. “Give me a couple minutes, and I’ll give you a ride home.”
She nodded, her eyes wandering over his mouth. “We could walk instead. I’m staying at Miya’s, and if I remember right, she’s just up the road.”
Actually, her idea sounded good. “Give me ten minutes?”
A saucy smile tilted her lips. “Whatever you say, snicker doodle.”
Nick groaned. He needed to speak to his aunt about that childhood nickname.
Chloe leaned back against the tree. Texas dirt roads were quiet at o’dark thirty at night.
Dead End, Texas was such a different animal than New York City. Here a body could find a spot of ground where no one else would crash, congregate or pass by. Public displays of affection weren’t her thing, but with no car or foot traffic, no lights and only a few grazing cows beyond a wooden fence, she wasn’t about to stall this cowboy.
Invigorated by the warm evening air, she wasn’t quite ready to call it a night. Especially not with Nick’s warm hands wrapped around her waist.
Neither of them had found quite the satisfaction they’d hoped for, but there was always tomorrow. Or tonight. “It was nice of you to offer your aunt a place to stay—considering. I actually know guys who would have let her sleep in her car rather than interrupt what we were doing.”
He scowled. “Must not be very many decent men in New York.”
There were some—few and far between. “New York is a place where you have to look out for yourself. No one else will, that’s for sure.”
His eyes met hers. “How long have you lived there?”
Too long. It had become a part of her. She could
n’t recall the last time she’d done something just to be nice. “Since I was seventeen, so eight years.”
“What about your folks. They around?”
Folks? She really liked the way he talked. “Nope. I left home when I was sixteen and never looked back.”
“So you were by yourself, in New York, that young?”
What a scary time it had been too. She’d had to eat or be eaten, and she’d kicked and clawed her way to the top. “It was better than home, actually. My dad died when I was little and Mom had a revolving door on her bedroom in her search for the next husband. Four in all after Dad died. When the guys started noticing her pretty daughter, I got the hell out.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.” Honest concern softened his eyes. “Explains a lot about the way you act, though.”
“The way I act?” That threw her. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
He shrugged. “You’re distant. Reserved. I wasn’t saying anything bad about you. You’re just not as open and welcoming as the people I’m used to. You’ve got pretty manners, and this great smile, but you hold back from anything past cordial.”
Distant? Well, maybe. But reserved? “I don’t know about that. I’ve always been considered an extrovert.”
“You are,” he agreed. “But that ain’t the same as showing the real you. I got to see who you really are because you can’t hide how much Miya means to you.”
She shrugged. He was right. “I’ve found that the louder and more fun I am, the less people try to get to know me. Being the crowd’s feel-good girl has its perks. It keeps the eyes on me, but the questions about me at a minimum.”
She’d learned quickly that true friends were a rarity and opening up gave the not-great friends ammunition.
But not Nick. Hell, he’d take a friend’s secret to the grave. She just knew it somehow. He was also the type that probably trusted first and hurt for it later. No matter what, she’d make sure she didn’t hurt him. Not that the possibility would arise. She wasn’t there to get to know him or let him know her. At least not to the personal extent he was leaning towards.
