WindSwept Narrows: #23 Molly & Natasha

by Diroll-Nichols, Karen

  “You know…I always wondered about the dice thing…thought it was a little on the gross side,” she teased with a wink at him before giggling.

  “I do get even,” Dell said when he stopped laughing, the brief bout of tension easing from around them. “What’s wrong, Tasha? I can call for a ride back to the ranch if this is…”

  “No…no, please,” the humor faded and she shifted to the side, their knees touching. Her eyes took in the people close and she kept her voice low. “I’ve never taken anyone home before. I think nerves have just…it’s just nerves, Dell. I’m okay.”

  “Long time between romances for us both, Tasha,” he slid his hand between the two she was twisting on her thighs. “It’s a little unnerving, I get that. I don’t want the weekend to end so soon, but I don’t want you upset, either.”

  “I don’t want it to end so soon, either,” she replied quickly, the thudding inside her skipping a few notches when his hand cupped her chin and held her in place for his kiss. A soft, light touch that made her sigh. When he turned her and leaned her into his arms, she relaxed, the brief case of nerves fluttering away. “This is nice.”

  “Yeah…it is,” he agreed, watching the signs of stops and stations speeding by. It was an efficient set up, with the person boarding, entering the station they wanted off and the computer logging it so no unnecessary stops were made. Evidently the same system was at all the stops, so a person wanting to board, simply pressed a button alerting the train’s system that a passenger was waiting at the stop.

  He’d read a great deal about the changes occurring because of the WindSwept Narrows Resort and Casino, and the last two years had brought a flurry of activity and new business to the area. Politicians and business owners alike were all anxious to ride the profit train. Only it wasn’t quite what they all anticipated. Some backed off because it wasn’t the model they were accustomed to or the model their political party want to see succeed; others joined and grew with the project.

  “I’ve been in contact with the owners of the Narrows,” he said when the train came to a stop and they were walking along one of the paths she indicated. It was leading them beneath the huge apartment complex created for employees. Their rent was based on their income and willingness to adhere to the rules.

  “Oh? About your ranch?” Natasha stepped ahead of him, placed her thumb on the reader and waited for the door to click open and the computer to acknowledge her.

  “Natasha Banks, building C, level four, apartment 401. Welcome home.”

  “Secure,” Dell said with an approving nod.

  “Mostly. We have a few problems with people who just get too busy and let others in behind them. That’s one of the problems I’m working now, because someone pretending to be a cable repair person walked in behind one of the residents and bugged Molly’s apartment. Not good.” She tightened her fingers on his as they walked down another corridor to the elevators.

  “They haven’t found out who yet?” Dell felt tension, concern that she was involved in this. She was a researcher. Not a field agent for the cops.

  “I’m working on that part. The lady in the library told me the name of the guy following me and I have research and notes to try and make sense of,” she told him, pressing the button to the fourth, top floor. “They only made the apartment four high so we could keep the view and not have it be too excessively heavy over the area.” She turned in the elevator with a little frown. “You didn’t finish…why are you talking to the owners?”

  “We’re joining the collective,” he told her with a crooked grin. “By becoming one of the providers of healthy, prime meats and eggs. We’re in the process of providing documentation and taking the seminars to pass their requirements. It’s an interesting and thorough process. They warned me it would take several months and they don’t ever seem to stop moving forward. The woman handling our indoctrination knows every single day where we are in the process. It’s quite impressive.”

  “It’s like something out of a dream sometimes, listening to people, talking to people and especially working with people who hear you when you have a problem,” Tasha stopped in front of her door and took a deep breath, slid her thumb into the slot and waited for the click. “Okay, close your eyes…”

  “Tasha…” Dell started laughing, his head shaking. He wrapped one arm around her middle and lifted, his cock hardened when her ass pressed against his groin and she squealed. “I’ve been in the military and lived on a ranch most of my life. I’ve pretty much seen messy.”

  “No! Put me down!” She laughed and tried squirming loose. Her pack swung to the side and landed on the floor, the door closing behind them. “I’m supposed to impress you! Not scare you away! Dell…put me down!”

  He liked her laughter. Loved hearing her giggle and wanted to make her scream some more. He turned inside the dark apartment, dropped the case he carried and backed her against the door. There was just enough light coming from the wide glass patio doors that he could see the excitement flare up in her eyes.

  With her excitement, his cock took another leap forward, demanding the softness it had been buried in the night before.

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  He lifted her glasses carefully from her face and set them on the small cabinet she had sitting next to the door. She stared up at him, excitement and uncertainty reflected in the wide eyes. His hand slapped the door when she tried sidling away.

  “Don’t move, Tasha,” he ordered gruffly, his hips pressed hotly against her stomach. “See what you do to me?”

  His hands moved to her waist, tugging very slowly on her shirt before going to her shoulders and pushing the light jacket over the edges. He straightened out her hands, pressing her palms against the door and pinning her in place when she tried moving again.

  “I said stay still. I haven’t been able to think of much today…but you…you lying in my arms and calling my name,” his mouth lowered and he took the soft, feminine lips in a long, deep kiss that left them both seeking air. When he raised his head and met the slowly opening gaze, he was far from satisfied and very hungry. Now her eyes were only filled with him.

  Something any smart man would ever wish for and just what he wanted.

  He left his hands on her waist but took half a step back. Now he knew exactly what a deer in headlights looked like, he realized. He watched her chest rise and fall in tiny pants for air, her lower lip pulled just a little bit between her teeth. And her gaze remained locked on his.

  “Take your shirt off, Tasha,” he said softly.

  “Here?” The single word came out in a hushed, quivering whisper.

  “Here, baby…right here,” he said again, his own hands shoving his jacket back until he shrugged and it slid down his shoulders to fall at his feet with hers. His cock gave another sharp notification of its existence when she crossed her arms over her body and pulled the thin t-shirt over her head. It dangled from the fingers on one hand only a moment before she dropped it.

  She hadn’t moved from the door, her hands falling to her sides when the t-shirt dropped.

  “Beautiful…now the jeans…nice and slow…” Dell opened the buttons down the front of his shirt, barely aware he’d shrugged out of it a few seconds later. His gaze was locked on the long, slim fingers opening the button on her jeans before doing just what he’d ordered. Lowered the zipper very slowly and her hips wiggled just enough to make his mouth water.

  Tasha felt the moisture in her mouth flee at the same time the girl parts between her legs swelled and overflowed. She twisted slightly, a soft moan breaking free from the friction. All from words and his gaze. So dark and intense. So hungry, she thought, her hands moving without much thought to the open sides of her jeans and pushing them over the rise of her hips.

  “Oh, Tasha Banks…” Dell groaned when she left the jeans perched at the edge of her hips and slid one palm down the front of her panties. He pulled a handful of packets from the pocket of his jeans and dropped them to the cabinet besi
de them.

  “I’d offer to help with your jeans,” she said softly, pulling her hand free of her panties and raising it toward his face. “But then you’d smell like me…”

  Dell’s groan was pulled from somewhere between his legs when her scent drifted on the small breeze she created. He dropped to his heels and leaned to the side, his face pressed against her stomach and his hands reaching for her feet.

  “Lift,” he growled, pulling the sneaker free and ignoring the soft giggle she offered when he reached for the other foot. Then he gripped the sides of her jeans and pulled them to the floor, but not before taking a sharp nip at her panties. The sweet scent of her arousal shot through him over and over while he tugged the denim out of his way.

  His head bumped against her pussy. He nipped at her thighs. His hands held her hips from moving when she offered a little yelp, and her fingers tangled in his hair. He nudged her panties to the side, swiping his tongue along the crease between her thigh and body. He gripped the sides of the small piece of lace and nylon and pulled them down her legs before returning to nip at her thigh until she spread her feet further apart for him.

  He had dropped to his heels, his cock straining against the stiff fabric of his jeans, pushing against it and throbbing with a need he knew would never stop. With each breath he drew, he felt his body demanding more. He rose to his feet slowly, his hands opened the front of his jeans and shoved them down his thighs.

  Tasha wrapped her arms around his neck while his hands fumbled with the condom packet, getting it over his cock in record time. His hands moved to her ass, lifting her against him and balancing her on the wall. Long, muscled legs wrapped around his waist, her hips tilted. Just right.

  She was wet and hot and ready when he plunged into the tight sheath. Only their kiss muffled the gasp of surprise at the sudden fullness. She wondered if she’d ever get used to feeling so much heat, so much passion so quickly. It wasn’t until he stopped moving that she realized her nails were dug into his shoulders.

  He lifted his mouth from hers, concern in his eyes.

  “Tasha…alright?” He kissed over her cheek, nudging her head to the side and licking his way along her throat when she nodded.

  She felt her body adjusting. Felt herself dampen more and the muscles inside her quaking, waiting, wanting him to finally move. So she gave him a little nudge with her hips and groaned when he took the hint.

  Dell kept himself still, silently cursing his roughness. He tried pulling back but her legs refused to budge. When he lifted his head from her kiss, he lost himself in her eyes.

  “No…just give me a minute…you feel so good inside me, Dell…you make it all so really good…” Tasha whispered and kissed his chin. Her hands moved from his shoulders, caressing and stroking onto his chest and smiling at him when she tilted her hips toward him.

  A gentle, easy rotation that made her moan softly. When she whispered against his throat, “More…” he couldn’t have stopped himself if the building fell down around them.

  He pulled back slowly, angled his hips and pumped steadily several times. Moisture formed on them both and she let her head fall against the door. One hand left her ass and slid between them, his fingers rubbing over the taut peak of one breast before taking the pebbled nipple in a long, arousing squeeze.

  The velvet grasp of her pussy clenched and rippled around him. Pulled him deeper and urged him to take more. Give more. Her breathing came in ragged, tiny groans when his fingers pulled and tweaked her nipple.

  He heard her whisper. Heard her ask for more and thrust her hips against him. His hand went to her head, fingers buried deep in her hair and holding her mouth against his. His tongue surged into her mouth, fencing and stroking while his hips matched the thrusting, burying himself in her softness.

  Each time he withdrew, her muscles tightened and sent shock waves through him when he moved back inside her. Tight and clenching; gripping and convulsing around him until he was positive his control was shot.

  When he slid his palm down between them, the hard little nub pulsed beneath his fingers. He brought his fingers quickly to his mouth and returned, stroking and massaging; flicking it gently and pressing just outside it until she was writhing against him, pushing him to touch her. He could feel her nails in his shoulders again and increased his movements.

  Dell knew exactly when her body began to soar. The velvety walls closed around him, squeezing and rippling and her hands griped his shoulders like vices. He wasn’t sure if she wanted to stop moving or move faster. But the sound of her orgasm, the sound of his name, sent his mind and body into the spiral with her.

  Together they rode the waves, cresting and holding together in a space only for them. Where only their breathing was heard; only their whispers and moans echoed in the apartment.

  His forehead thumped against the door, just above her shoulder, his face buried in the fragrant hair and skin of Tasha.

  “Wow…”

  Her whisper made him laugh softly, as he held her securely against him. He turned carefully until his back was against the door. Her legs slowly lowered and he set her away, his cock popping free with a plop.

  “Bedroom? Bathroom?”

  Tasha pointed to the left. “Through there…I’ll…collect things,” she said, working hard not to look as he kicked out of his jeans and picked them up.

  Then she gave up as she watched the long legs and taut behind stride into her bedroom. Damn…she leaned back against the door, her head up and eyes closed. She was still tingling and warm. Very, nicely warm.

  She heard the water running and quickly picked up the coats, laying them on the sofa before collecting her clothing and his shirt. She had her pack balanced when he came through in his jeans and took the pack before lifting his own and the remaining packets from the cabinet.

  She didn’t know why she blushed when their eyes met, but she hastily lowered them and almost ran into her bedroom. Wearing only a bra. She tossed her things into the laundry basket and went straight into the bathroom. It wasn’t until she was washing her hands that she looked into the mirror and wondered who it was. Really. She’d never brought a man home before. Not until they’d been dating for weeks, first.

  She’d certainly never had sex against her door before!

  Quick grope sessions. An hour or so at his place…the two brief relationships she’d had before had never been interested in her life or taking time to figure her out. Dell wasn’t like that. Maybe that’s why they didn’t last, she thought, lifting the soft nightshirt off the back of the bathroom door and slipping it on after taking her bra off. She didn’t bother with panties, but buttoned the light cotton shirt.

  She opened the bathroom door, about to go in search of her glasses when the tanned, lean figure came into view. He’d put his jeans on, but that only seemed to make him all that much more…wow…that’s all her brain would come up with. When her gaze made it over his thighs, onto his stomach and chest and finally reached his eyes, he was grinning at her.

  “Like what you see?”

  She closed her eyes, tried to will the heat from her cheeks and knew from the low, deep laugh, that she was failing that quest. Tasha thought she had her body under control. Then his hands were on her waist again, thumbs massaging her ribs. The man had very large hands. And god, if he didn’t know just what to do with them.

  “You’re a tease,” she mumbled, but opened her eyes and stared up at him.

  “You didn’t get your shower this morning,” he mentioned, his hands moving casually to the buttons she’d just done up.

  “I…well…no, I was late meeting the…what are you…”

  “I thought I’d take a shower…” he said as if she hadn’t spoken. “And you can join me.”

  “I…why? Do I stink? I don’t…Dell!” A sharp, girly giggle broke free when he shoved his face against her throat, loud sniffling going on in between his teeth nipping at her throat.

  “You smell like strawberries…and roses…”
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br />   “I don’t like going to bed with wet hair…” she knew it might sound a little like a whine and then she saw the foil packet in his fingers. He began moving forward, edging her toward the open bathroom door.

  “Then we stay up and watch news and talk and have food.”

  “Shouldn’t you be…tired…and…” his hips thrust against hers. “And down…”

  This time his laughter was husky. “You manage to ease the tired and the down part…well…you are responsible for that, too, darlin’.”

  “Oh, sure…” but her sigh caught in her throat when the night shirt ended up pooling at her feet a few seconds later. She gave in and set the temperature on the large enclosed shower, turning in time to see him peeling jeans down his legs. He tossed them toward the bed and moved forward, his hands out like he was working to corral a stray.

  “Inside…”

  Tasha sat at her table, one leg folded beneath her and bit into the sandwich she’d made. She sighed and watched him build his second sandwich and drain a large glass of milk. She’d never be able to look at her shower the same again. She was just grateful he was there to carry her from it when her legs wobbled.

  But he didn’t have to laugh about it.

  One finger went beneath her chin. “Okay in there?”

  She smiled at him. “Very okay. You?”

  “Never better,” Dell agreed, closing up the meats and cheeses after he finished making another sandwich.

  It was barely ten when he scooped her from the sofa and took her into the bedroom. He shed his jeans once more, dimmed the light and climbed into bed with her, sighing with contentment when she snuggled against him.

  He should be exhausted, but he lay there silently, listening to her soft breathing, inhaling the sweet shampoo scent along with the fragrance of Tasha. They’d talked. No topic seemed off limits. A news story, the requirements of the resort to join their ranks or local politics. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had so much good, friendly and varied conversation with a woman who never once asked how much money his ranch was worth. Had he become that jaded or been around the wrong females for so long he forgot what it felt like to be relaxed and at ease?