He strode to the bed, knelt in front of Mia’s face, and guided his erection toward her.
“Suck,” he ordered.
Her mouth immediately opened to let him in, and he shuddered with pleasure as wet heat surrounded his cock. The sight of her lips stretched around his shaft drove him mindless with need. Groaning, he stopped her from moving by resting his hand on the crown of her head, then brought his other hand south and traced her lips with one finger.
“You look so dang pretty right now.” His finger followed the wide circle of her mouth. “Look at these sexy lips wrapped around my dick. Beautiful, Mia. Fuckin’ beautiful.”
When she moaned, the husky sound tickled his shaft and had him pumping his hips. He buried his cock deep, gave her a moment to adjust, then withdrew and drove in again. When his tip poked the back of her throat, he went still and tightened his grip in her hair.
“Swallow,” he told her.
She swallowed, and the feel of her throat muscles clenching around him summoned a low groan.
“Again.”
Another swallow, another tight pull on his cockhead. His dick was lodged in her mouth, but there was no suction, no thrusting. Just her throat clamping around him each time he instructed her to take a gulp.
He stroked her hair for a few lazy seconds, then slid out of her mouth.
“That’s it?” she said in surprise.
He chuckled. “I’ll let you blow me again later, darlin’. Right now I’m more interested in fucking your brains out.”
“Oh,” she squeaked. “Okay.”
Still laughing, he got on the bed and eased his body over hers, supporting himself by propping up on his elbows. His erection lay flat on her stomach, and he made no move to push it inside her yet. What he did was dip his head and kiss her, a slow, thorough kiss that made her gasp against his lips.
He raised his head. “I’m gonna go easy on you today, seeing as it’s our first time and all.”
She peered up at him. “And what does ‘going easy’ on me actually mean?”
He planted fleeting kisses along her jaw. “It means—” he flicked his tongue over her earlobe, “—that I’m not gonna tie you up tonight—” his lips traveled to the hollow of her throat, “—or spank you until your ass is pink—” he kissed her throat before licking his way back to her mouth, “—or fuck your ass so hard you won’t be able to sit down for days.”
He bit hard on her lip, then sucked on it to soothe the sting, and enjoyed the way she moaned. Then he positioned his cock at her entrance and slid in. He didn’t check to see if she was wet enough—he knew she was. He could see the glossy proof of it clinging to her pretty pink folds.
The first stroke was so fast and deep that she cursed loudly and twitched as if she’d touched a live wire. This time Jackson didn’t give her time to recover or adjust—he pounded into her in a hard, relentless rhythm that had the headboard smacking against the wall.
“Oh fuck,” she squealed, her arms coming around his shoulders to hold on tight.
Her fingernails dug into his spine, her legs hooking over his hips to deepen the contact. He was balls-deep in her pussy, the power of his thrusts rocking the bed and making the mattress squeak wildly.
“So tight and wet,” he mumbled. “Your pussy belongs to me, Mia.”
She groaned in abandon, desperately lifting her hips to meet each thrust.
He shoved his hand in her hair. “Say it.”
Her voice shook like a leaf, tinged with the same lust glittering in her eyes. “My pussy belongs to you.”
“Good girl. Now pry one of those sexy legs off my ass and bring it up here.” He grabbed hold of her leg and raised it up so he could alter their position, so that his cock plunged in at an angle.
He knew the second his piercing hit her sweet spot, because she cried out, her inner muscles clasping his cock so tight he was surprised she didn’t break the dang thing.
His heart pounded. He watched Mia’s face as he fucked her, satisfied to find nothing but hazy passion there. He knew he was a rough lover, knew it freaked out some women. But not this one. She moaned and whimpered, her pussy squeezing and rippling against his dick, coating it with her juices. No condom had been the right call. He couldn’t imagine missing out on this wet paradise. It was sheer heaven.
“What are you doing to me?” she choked out. “You…your piercing…it’s…” She quit talking altogether, her body telling him everything he needed to know.
His piercing intensified his own pleasure, too. The pressure on his tip was amazing, and each time the ball bearings scraped her hot channel, her muscles quivered and squeezed him harder.
As his pulse shrieked in his ears, Jackson knew he was getting close. His balls had drawn up, tingling incessantly, and strands of precome were already dripping from his cockhead.
“I’m close,” he warned her. “But I ain’t gonna come until you do. So…”
He moved his hand to the place where they were joined and skillfully fingered her clit, knowing exactly how much pressure to exert on the sensitive nub. Then he quickened his strokes so that his cock was furiously hitting her G-spot on each inward thrust.
“Jackson.”
She shouted out his name as she convulsed, bringing a sizzling rush of satisfaction that unleashed the floodgates inside him. He almost blacked out as the orgasm tore through his body. Spots danced in front of his eyes, his heart damn near stopped, and the pleasure that seized his limbs made it impossible to breathe.
They shuddered together for what felt like hours. The air became stifling hot, the bedspread beneath them damp from their sweat, soaked with Mia’s sweet juices and the come oozing out of her.
Not one for bluffing, Jackson pulled out and dipped his fingers inside. They emerged shiny and covered in his come, and when he brought them to her mouth, Mia raised her head to capture one with her lips. His nostrils flared, lust building once again, as she licked his fingers clean.
“Oh, sugar, that’s so sexy,” he muttered. “You want more?”
Her eyes were cloudy with passion as she nodded, prompting him to return to her pussy for a second dip. Watching her suck his seed off his hand succeeded in turning his semi-erect cock into a rock-hard spike. With a growl, he yanked his fingers out of her mouth and pushed his growing erection back inside her.
Her eyes widened. “Again?” she blurted out.
He started to move, his gaze never leaving hers as his hoarse voice ground out, “Again.”
* * *
Afterward, they lay there in a tangled, sated heap, with Jackson’s arm slung around her, and Mia’s head resting against his bare chest.
“I’m sorry if I was too rough,” he said repentantly.
Her muffled laughter shook her bare shoulders. “Rough? You nearly drilled me in half, Jackson. I’ve never been this sore in my life.”
Concern washed over him. “Aw, shit. Why the heck didn’t you say anything?”
“Because it felt so good I would have been an idiot if I stopped you.” She craned her neck so she could look at him. “Relax. That was the best sex of my life, hands down. I’ll just take a nice long bath in a bit, rub some soothing lotion on my lady bits, and I’ll be fine.”
His worry gave way to relief. “’Kay. But next time you start to feel sore, you’d better tell me about it.”
“Deal.”
As they both went quiet, a feeling of serenity floated through him and brought a smile to his lips. The best thing about being with Mia was that she didn’t try to fill every silence. She was content to simply lie there with him, her hand absently stroking his abs, her warm breath heating his pecs.
“How was your day?” he asked a long while later.
“Pretty good. I was out in the sun for eight hours, digging like crazy, but I’m looking forward to fixing up the park. All the plants there were terribly neglected.” She paused. “My mother called when I got home today.”
Surprise jolted through him. “She did?”
>
“Yep. She said she wants to come visit us.” Resentment colored Mia’s voice. “Can you believe it? Not a word from her in two years and suddenly she’s calling out of the blue.”
“What did you tell her?”
“I ordered her not to come. I don’t want her anywhere near Danny.”
He ran a hand over her back, which radiated tension. “Do you think she’ll actually come to San Diego?”
“I doubt it. But if she does, she won’t be receiving any welcome parades.” Mia sighed. “I don’t want to talk about her anymore. What’s your family like? A lot less dysfunctional than mine, I bet.”
“For the most part,” he said gruffly. “My folks are still madly in love after thirty years of marriage. My dad works hard on the ranch, and my mom takes care of the house and makes sure there’s dinner on the table when Dad comes back.”
“Do you get along with them?”
“Yeah, I do. They’re good people, easy to talk to, always there when I need ’em. I wasn’t a rebellious kid, so we never got into any screaming matches when I was growing up.” He chuckled as a memory surfaced. “I did run away once, though.”
“Really? Why?”
“Because my dad was gonna kill my pig.”
She burst out laughing. “You had a pet pig?”
“Sorta. When I was seven, our sow gave birth to a dozen or so piglets, and I fell in love with the runt of the litter. But the little guy was damn sick. He couldn’t move, wouldn’t eat. The vet said he suffered oxygen-deprivation during the birth and that he wasn’t gonna survive, but I was determined to nurse him back to health.”
Mia sat up with a smile. “So even back then you wanted to save lives.”
“Yup. But Frankie couldn’t be saved. He was gonna die no matter what, but I refused to accept it. When I heard my folks talkin’ about putting the little guy out of his misery, I shoved a few things in a backpack, snuck into the barn to get Frankie, and ran off.”
“Where’d you go?”
He grinned. “This little cabin on the edge of our property. I was seven—I didn’t know there was a world beyond our ranch. Didn’t take long for my dad to find me.”
“Did he kill Frankie?” she said softly.
“The minute we got home.” Jackson swallowed a lump of sorrow. “I learned a hard lesson that night, which was that you can’t save everyone. Sometimes you’ve gotta know when to let go.”
“I’m sorry they killed your piglet, Jackson.” Mia leaned down and brushed a kiss over his lips. “I bet he was really cute.”
“He totally was.”
“Are you an only child?” she asked, then answered her own question. “No, wait. I remember you mentioning you had a younger sister. What’s she like?”
“Evie? She’s precocious. And unlike lil’ ol’ me, she absolutely went through the rebel stage in her teens. Luckily I didn’t witness most of it because she’s eight years younger and I was already outta the house by then, so I was spared her purple hair phase and countless runaway attempts. Shane wasn’t living in the main house at that point either, so he—”
“Who’s Shane?”
He swallowed again. “My older brother. When he turned twenty-one, he told my folks he wasn’t gonna keep working on the ranch unless he had some privacy, so my dad fixed up that cabin I was talkin’ about before.”
“So your brother and sister still live in Abbott Creek?”
“Yup. Shane works with our dad, and Evie lives at home and goes to the community college in the next town over. She’s studying to be a massage therapist.”
“Do you get to see them often?”
The lump in his throat grew bigger. He tried to gulp it down, but it stayed jammed in his throat like a piece of spoiled food, making it difficult to get any words out.
“Not as much as they’d like,” he confessed. “I haven’t been home in a few years.”
“Because you’re stationed here?” When he nodded, Mia wrinkled her forehead. “Don’t you ever get shore leave, or whatever it’s called?”
“I do, but I haven’t had a chance to get back to Texas this last stretch.”
Hadn’t wanted to was more like it, but he was reluctant to share all the sordid details. Not yet, anyway. Not when this thing between them was still so new. His past wasn’t something he liked talking about, and the last thing he wanted to do was ruin this moment of ease and connection with Mia.
“I have three days’ leave for the holidays, though,” he said roughly. “I’ll probably head home then.”
“You should,” she advised. “It sounds like you’ve got a great family who loves you. You need to hold on to that.”
Another silence drifted over them, until she finally let out a loud yawn. “Let’s do something before I fall asleep,” she suggested. “Do you want to watch a movie?”
“Sure. Except this time I get to pick something from your movie collection.” Jackson heaved himself off the bed and embarked on a search for his clothing.
“Oh,” Mia said, “I forgot to ask you—do you want to come to Danny’s game with me tomorrow night?”
He answered with no hesitation. “I’d love to.”
“Awesome. It’ll be nice to have some company again. I get so bored watching the games by myself.”
An idea crept into his brain. “Would you mind if I invited a few of my teammates? They’re football nuts, so they’ll have a blast. And I think you’ll like ’em.”
Her green eyes narrowed. “Are they all bossy, sex-obsessed ladies’ men like you?”
He blinked innocently. “Nah. They’re the tamest, most polite guys you’ll ever meet.”
8
The following evening, Mia was yet again the center of attention in the high school parking lot. Last week, her date had drawn all the admiring looks. Tonight, it was her date and the three spectacular-looking men he was chatting with.
She’d met Seth Masterson briefly when she’d worked in his yard, so she instantly recognized him as she approached the foursome. She didn’t know the other two men—a handsome blond with dancing green eyes, and a dark-haired one with amazing bone structure—but Jackson quickly remedied that.
“Hi, sugar,” he said, leaning over to plant a soft peck on her lips. “Come meet the boys.”
She tried to ignore the very noticeable stares of all the women in their vicinity, and focused on greeting Jackson’s teammates.
“This is Cash,” Jackson told her, gesturing to the SEAL with the dark hair. “Cash, my girl Mia.”
She felt herself flush at the introduction, but didn’t object to it. She supposed she was his girl. Tonight, anyway.
“Nice to meet you.” Cash flashed a gorgeous smile, his vivid blue eyes twinkling with admiration as he extended his hand.
“Ditto,” she said, shaking his big, callused hand.
“Blondie over here is Dylan,” Jackson went on. “Be careful or he might just charm your pants off.”
“Definitely a possibility,” the guy agreed cheerfully, “considering I haven’t had sex in—”
“Ten days,” Cash and Seth finished, rolling their eyes.
Mia grinned as she and Dylan shook hands. “I take it you’re not happy with your current situation?”
He sighed. “I most certainly am not, honey. But my partners are out of town, so I’m afraid I must remain celibate for a while longer.”
Partners?
Before she could question the remark, Jackson finished up the introductions by pointing to Seth. “And you’ve already met this smartass, right?”
“I have.” She smiled at the scruffy-haired SEAL. “Nice to see you again. Why didn’t Miranda come tonight?”
“Oh, she’s here,” Seth replied in his deep, gravelly voice. “She and Jen just took the rugrats to the bathroom. We’re meeting them inside.”
“Jen is Cash’s girl,” Jackson explained. “You’ll like her. She’s a real sweetheart.”
Mia couldn’t believe how many people gawked at them on
their way to the stadium entrance. She supposed she shouldn’t be surprised. The four SEALs made an imposing picture—they were equally tall and muscular, and walked with the same predatory swagger that made every pair of eyes gravitate in their direction.
As the men paid the kid at the gate, Mia noticed that all three of Jackson’s teammates were wearing cargo pants that had a gazillion pockets. And yet strangely enough, she was able to get a clear sense of their personalities based on their outfits. Cash’s cargo pants were olive-green and paired with a black long-sleeve shirt, giving him an intense, serious vibe. Seth wore black on the bottom and a gray pullover the exact shade as his silvery eyes, and his dark stubble lent him a feral, badass air. In contrast, Dylan’s pants were khaki-colored, and his blue polo shirt and white button-down told her that he was the most easygoing of the bunch.
And then there was Jackson. Her sexy cowboy in his trademark denim and plaid, with a white undershirt and beat-up black combat boots. She wondered why he didn’t just go all out and wear cowboy boots. And a Stetson. She suspected he looked damn spectacular in a Stetson. Like a military Marlboro man.
The five of them moved through the crowd and ascended the bleacher steps with Seth in the lead. His hawk-like gaze scanned the rows of seats. “There they are,” he said, then moved purposefully toward his target.
Mia smiled when she spotted Miranda and the twins.
“Hello again,” she greeted the woman, before turning to the two adorable children. “Hey, guys, remember me? I’m Mia.”
The little girl—Sophie, she recalled—dove out of her seat and threw her arms around Mia’s legs.
“I remember!” Sophie declared, her dark head barely reaching Mia’s stomach. “You made our garden pretty!”
She bent down to return the hug, and was surprised when Sophie’s brother Jason also jumped up to embrace her. She tweaked his hair before straightening up, then watched in amusement as the kids scrambled over to Seth and dragged him to the seat directly between them.
As Cash, Dylan and Jackson flopped down and got comfortable, a blonde with a heartbreakingly beautiful face stood up to introduce herself.
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