WindSwept Narrows: #23 Molly & Natasha

by Diroll-Nichols, Karen

  When she lifted her face from his chest, he kept telling himself she was more than old enough for what she was promising. Her hips moved against his cock, deliberately rubbing their bodies together.

  “You aren’t engaged or anything like that, are you, Dell Russell?” Tasha rubbed her hip against the hard male and wondered if she knew what she was doing. She wasn’t a one night stand kind of girl. But maybe it was time to step outside what was normal. Her first dance…

  “Or anything, Tasha. Married once…it seems like another life sometimes,” he murmured against her ear. Strands of honey gold teased his senses along with a rose scent coming off her hair and tangerine from her skin.

  “I wouldn’t want to poach on someone else’s property.”

  “You have an interesting way of expressing yourself, Tasha,” he pushed his nose through the strands of hair and nipped her ear, the single small ring there teasing his tongue. “Do you know what you’re promising me?”

  Tasha laughed softly and ground her hip against his cock. “I’m fairly familiar with the male anatomy, Dell. And I’m pretty sure this is my fault…at least, the female in me hopes it’s my fault and not some latent fantasy you have for small town girls.”

  She felt him draw in a quick breath when her lips brushed over the skin exposed by the V opening in his shirt. When her tongue followed, she tasted male and heat and she didn’t doubt that the male in him completely approved.

  “It’s been your fault since you entered my life, Tasha,” Dell admitted gruffly.

  A bubble of laughter broke forth in a little giggle when a few people advised them to get a room. She was positive she heard him snarl at them without looking in their direction. She knew he wasn’t looking at them because both his hands were framing her face and she was lost in a pair of the deepest chocolate colored eyes she’d ever seen. She swore there were tiny flames around the edges.

  “Are you on birth control, Tasha?”

  That’s when the lump formed in her throat, blocking her words. So she shook her head to give her time to clear her throat. A few times.

  “Restroom,” she murmured and stepped away, glad his hands had moved quickly to her waist. She almost ended up on top of a nearby table. Sophisticated, she admonished as she turned and fled. Maybe she should have had a drink, she thought as she peed, banging her head against the side of the small stall before standing up.

  “He asked if you knew what you were doing,” she whispered to the reflection as she washed her hands. “That was when you should have said, hell no. I don’t have a freaking clue, but lord…he smells and feels so good,” she whispered to herself. She used a little of the cold water to splash on her cheeks. The heated pink didn’t fade. She crossed her eyes behind the lenses, reminded herself she was old enough to find a lover and squared her shoulders before heading back to the bar. A lover conscientious enough to think about birth control, she added.

  And one with a nice, solid body that was pure male. She sighed and went to where she’d left her jacket on the barstool. Lips pulled into a taut frown when she gazed around looking for Dell. She took a long drink of the icy water. Maybe he needed a restroom break, too, she thought.

  “Your friend said he’d be waiting outside for you,” the bartender commented, his head hitching to the exit.

  “Oh. Thanks,” she tried not to look embarrassed and quickly put her jacket on before going outside. She pulled the edges together snugly when the cold air struck her. Her glasses fogged over for a few seconds, her head automatically tipping forward so she could see above the frames. Just in time to see the man from the ruins come forward and grab at her arms.

  He pulled her roughly to the side and pushed her against the building, lifting her to her toes and holding her against the bricks.

  “Why are you here? Who told you to come here looking for me? Who!?” He demanded, fury seeping from every pore on his body.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Tasha did the first thing that came to mind. Her knee came up hard and she screamed. It’s what her father had taught her since she was little. She stumbled when her feet suddenly found the ground again, another scream about to break the silence of the small town when the double doors to the bar burst outward. Her eyes watered and her hands were up rubbing her shoulders where he’d gripped her.

  “Tasha?” Dell looked at her and then the retreating figure stumbling and breaking into a run down the alley to their right.

  “I’m okay. It was that guy from the ruins…” she vaguely heard murmurs before people went back to the bar and the warmth.

  “Let’s get back to the hotel,” Dell brushed his palm over the side of her face. “Sure you’re okay?”

  “I’m alright. He mostly scared me…and pushed me against the bricks,” she said with a little wince, one shoulder raised and rotated. “Hotel…warmth…please.”

  “What the hell is he after?”

  She didn’t protest when he held her close to his side. He was warm and radiated heat that she just wanted to snuggle down into.

  “He asked why I was here,” she answered, her head shaking. “Wanted to know who’d sent me here looking for him,” she finished with a puzzled frown.

  “Sounds like someone doesn’t want you poking around in the mystery,” he said flatly, anger simmering just below the surface.

  “As far as I know, I’m working for someone who wouldn’t want the mystery opened again,” Tasha said softly, thinking of Molly Fielding. “Unless James Harrison wants things kept silent. I need to make it to city hall first thing and trace the ownership of the property. Then news clippings from the library. Copies of everything,” she said, talking mostly to herself.

  “I’m finished with my business, Tasha. I’ll go with you in the morning. My flight doesn’t leave until four,” he informed her with a tone that said he’d made up his mind.

  “I…that’s very sweet of you, Dell. But…the stuff I do…most find it pretty boring,” she suggested with a peek over at him. They’d finally made it into the hotel lobby and were headed straight for the stairs.

  “I read boring mysteries, I’ll manage,” he answered.

  “Mysteries are not boring.”

  “Exactly. So we might not be in the same career field, Tasha, but we have things in common.”

  A little part of her wondered why that point sounded so important to him. The other part of her felt his palm slid over her ass and the girl in her responded with a shiver.

  “Things in common…you mean besides being hot for each other? And in a little town with nothing else to entertain us but…”

  “I don’t do one night stands, Natasha,” Dell informed her firmly. He’d been working to submerge his anger since returning to the bar to find her gone. When the scream had burst above the normal noise of the bar, he knew immediately where she was and couldn’t move fast enough to get outside. He hadn’t even noticed the cold. All he saw was Tasha hugging herself, shivering with wide eyes filled with moisture.

  “I thought that was the girl’s line,” she murmured softly, stopping in front of the door to her room. She pulled the key from her pocket and pushed the door inward. “It’s alright if you’ve changed your mind, Dell.”

  “Open the connecting door, Natasha,” he told her, going to his room and disappearing inside.

  Changed his mind. When hell froze over. He knew how far his ranch was from the resort. He knew she wasn’t getting out of his sight for long. The words of his grandfather echoed in his head. A Russell sets his sights on the right woman and doesn’t feel doubt. If there’s doubt, boy, walk away. He’d ignored those words with his first wife. He’d doubted his choice all the way to the preacher.

  He wasn’t a man who repeated his mistakes. He pulled the condoms from the pocket of his jacket, recalling himself in front of the machine in the restroom. He’d stared at the two in his palm and bought a third. Somehow he doubted he’d get enough of Natasha Banks anytime soon. He closed his fingers around the foil packets, dropp
ed his jacket to the bed and grunted with satisfaction when the lock grated between the rooms.

  Dell pulled the door open, his smile growing. He wasn’t sure what he’d thought she’d do. Visions of a seductress in his mind until they landed on the bare feet, loose fitting jeans and the simple girl t-shirt, the sleeves long and the neckline scooped low. Her breasts were small, like most of her. A nicely indented waist, an ass a man could be comfortable bumping against and legs that seemed way out of proportion to the petite form. And his imagination lurched along with his cock at the thought of those legs bent as open as possible for him.

  A predatory gleam lit up his gaze as he stepped forward, excitement inside him when she countered with a backward move. He locked his gaze with hers. Not an ounce of fear or trepidation there, only an excitement that felt like an electrified thread between the pair of them. Like a short stream of lightning, sparking and playing off one another. His forward movement came to a stop when her hands rose from her sides and gripped the edge of her t-shirt.

  Dell licked his lips, the playful glow in her eyes caught the single light in the room and he glanced quickly to see that she’d drawn the drapes tightly closed. His gaze moved back to the woman in front of him, pale skin slowly betrayed as she raised the shirt and pulled it over her head. It fell to the floor, barely noticed because his gaze had moved to the confection of lemon yellow that held her pert, firm breasts in their grasp.

  He’d known she wasn’t overly large. He’d held her close when they danced and felt the firm mounds pressed against his chest. Dell raised one hand to the opening of his shirt when his fingers stopped.

  Tasha stepped forward, her tongue out and sweeping across her lips. Her hands came up, palms flat against his chest and stroking from the open V of his shirt to the thick leather belt surrounding his waist. When her fingers went to the opening of his shirt again, the sound of the single snap opening was like a gunshot in the room.

  Dell knew his fist tightened around the packets, the faint sound of crinkling ignored when her hands flattened against his skin. Slightly cooler than his flesh, he pulled in a deep breath, fascinated at the expression on her face as she continued opening his shirt. When her hands moved to his shoulders, she had to lean against him and go to her toes to push the shirt to the edges and down his arms.

  “Warm and tanned…” she murmured, trailing her tongue over the length of his throat and onto his chest. She pulled the shirt tails free before her hands covered the buckle of his belt, very slowly opening the leather sides before she stepped back. Using both hands, she opened his palm and took the packets from them, turning only long enough to set them on the worn nightstand.

  Dell looked at the nightstand and then the bed. It was a normal double and he hoped it was strong enough for what his imagination had in mind. He turned back to find Tasha smiling at him, her hands had already opened her own jeans and she’d pushed them down the curve of her hips. They fell to the floor at the same time he noticed the lacy panties that matched her bra. Both barely there in a come-hither shade of cool, sweet lemonade.

  His mouth watered.

  Tasha stepped from the jeans and shoved them aside with her feet.

  Now he knew he was staring like a seventeen year old. With the sides of his jeans open, he stepped closer, his hands gently removing her glasses and setting them aside before framing her face and brushing her mouth with his. Sweet as the lemonade in his mind, the scent of Tasha and all that meant crashed inside him.

  Her hands were softly insistent as they struggled to open the front of his jeans, making him break off the kiss and take her hands in his. He placed them on his shoulders and bent slightly, his palms cupping her ass and lifting. She wrapped her legs around his waist and kissed him while his hands made short work of his jeans. He kicked at them and his boxers, freeing his feet before he backed to sit on the edge of the bed. Her legs were as long as he imagined, her body compact and fitting closely to his.

  A slim stripe of lemon lace and cotton kept his cock from rubbing against soft, wet flesh. Her hips rotated and stroked, arching her back until she found the place she wanted touched most. His hand tangled in the shoulder length strands of honey silk, tangled and held for the long, marauding kiss, trying to distract himself from exploding against her panties.

  Kissing Natasha Banks as a distraction. Clearly his brain had shut down the instant he saw the lemon colored underwear. A few more minutes of her stroking her clit with his cock and he’d embarrass himself all over them both. But, damned if it wouldn’t be worth it.

  Finding resolve somewhere deep inside, he forced his hands away from her hair and slid them over her shoulders. He eased back just enough to take one firm breast in each palm with a low, ragged groan when he broke their kiss. He put his hands on her waist and lifted, rubbing his face between the two mounds and then over each of the pebbled nipples. She shivered in his hold when he took one of the hard little buds between his teeth, his tongue laving around the nylon and plucking at it through the fabric.

  Tasha felt the zings of wild sensation coursing through her. Every time he bit, every place his hands stroked seemed more and more sensitive. More alive and demanding for a repeated caress. Soft and hard; firm and barely there. Her nipples had never ached so much before.

  He knew what he wanted. She didn’t have to offer suggestions or wonder if he knew what he was doing. The man definitely knew! Her fingers speared the thick, brown hair, clinging and gasping for breath at the same time. Spikes of pure pleasure shot straight to her clit, making her pussy weep for more. Soon.

  His hands slid from her ass to her hips and then her back, letting her glide down his face until their mouths met again in a long, deep kiss. She felt fingers parting the snaps behind her back and the nylon was taken from her, their chests now against one another. His was warm, hard and really nice to rub against.

  A sample, he thought hungrily, standing up and turning to stand her beside the bed. He let his hands skim down her sides, taking the lemon colored panties with them. Dell peered into the smoky amber eyes, circling her waist and pulling her hard against him.

  He kissed her again, deeply, and urged her back on the bed before he moved himself in between her legs. He bent her knees up and began to kiss and lick the inside of her thighs, admiring the carefully trimmed coils. He breathed in the musky scent and groaned with anticipation.

  At first, he stayed away from her pussy with his tongue, and concentrated on kissing and licking the inside of her thighs very close to her pussy. Then he lightly brushed her clit with his tongue. She moaned and thrust her pelvis forward. He started licking more in earnest, drawing small circles with his tongue around her clit.

  She began to push her pussy harder against his mouth, rhythmically pressing against him, then backing off, then pressing again, over and over. He let her set the pace and enjoyed the tangy taste and scent of her. He flicked out over and over at the throbbing clit that had left the hidden spot and definitely wanted his attention.

  He felt his cock harden even more, while her breathing became labored and ragged. Her body began to convulse as the first wave of her orgasm took her.

  “Dell!” She cried out, and a second spasm caused her to buck wildly. A third wave of pleasure came quickly afterward, and she trembled and shook from its intensity.

  She was silent for a moment, and he slid up her body to kiss her again. Their lips met, tongues darted playfully together in their mouths. He reached over with one hand, and gently touched her breast. She moaned quietly.

  "Oh, god, that was really good..."

  “It was beautiful,” Dell licked his lips, gazing into the slowly rising shining pale brown circles. He stretched out beside her, his fingers tracing soft lines across her face, gently leading the stray hairs from her forehead.

  They kissed and he gently touched her breasts, stroking her nipples lightly with his fingers. He took one nipple firmly, pinching and savoring the hard pebble that pushed hungrily against his palm. He grow
led softly when she removed the firm mound from his reach.

  She moved her mouth down his chest, kissing all the while, until her face was very near his hard and throbbing cock. She lightly encircled the shaft with her thumb and finger, and gave it a slight tug. Then, she placed her mouth over the head of his cock and started licking and gently sucking. She repeated the exciting move again and again, playing and exploring.

  He wondered just how much experience sweet Tasha really had and was only too glad to be her teacher. With his hands against her head, the silken feel of her hair on his skin and her mouth on his cock, he knew he wouldn’t last long this first time.

  She continued to stroke and pull on his cock, and she licked the head again. "It's slightly salty, but it doesn't taste bad at all."

  That should have been the clue he was looking for but when she began nibbling along one side and then the other before covering him with her mouth, he forgot about words completely. Her tongue was hot and small, flicking and teasing, tasting from the firm, rounded tightly pulled up sacs to the liquid telling of his desire. When the small fingers stroked beneath his balls and pressed on the hard, pulsing vein, his body gave up the control.

  Fists tightened in her hair, his groan a mix with a grunt and a muffled shout, his head thrust back and hips arched as pulse after pulse vanished down her throat. He’d tried pulling her free. Tried warning her that he was close. But her tongue and mouth kept suckling, sweeping over the last dribble before she let her cheek rest against his abdomen.

  Dell waited for his breathing to return mostly to normal and his eyes to uncross. He couldn’t recall a better feeling than the one that captured his senses at her hands. He raised his head and pushed his elbows behind him, one hand up and stroking over the mass of loose curls resting against his stomach.