As I took him deeper and deeper with each pull of my mouth, he fisted the strands of my hair in his hands. Using my hand, I stroked him back and forth, keeping the pace with my lips, knowing I was driving him wild by the way he thrust forward. His hands twisted my hair all the way to the nape of my neck, and I smiled inside, knowing I possessed complete control of him.
“I’m not going to last long, baby,” he ground out in a hoarse groan.
Pleased with his pleasure, I used my tongue to enhance the job, throwing him over the edge of his promise.
“Fuck, Ave! Fuck!” He moaned. “Stop, unless you…”
I only sucked and licked harder, devouring him. His pants became hard and breathy as he struggled to keep his eyes focused on mine. I knew he was there, ready to find paradise. Taking his sac in my hands, kneading his balls, I gave a gentle squeeze, pulling the full length of him deep and hard to the back of my throat.
“Fuck!” He thrust one last time before shuddering his sweet release on my tongue.
He stilled, cupping the sides of my face with his hands, looking deep into my eyes with a wicked wildness. For endless seconds, he said so much without saying a word, caressing my skin with the pads of his thumbs.
“Lay back, Avery,” he ordered. “I need to fuck you.” My time to control was long gone, and I did as he said.
In one quick move, he climbed on the bed, joining me. His mouth found mine and I felt his hand at my hip before hearing my thong ripping from my body. Hungrily, he buried himself deep inside me. My legs wrapped around him, pulling him into me, begging for the sweet thick fullness filling me. I loved the way he made me feel, the way he always found my oh-so-sensitive spot, the one that made me see stars when I let go.
My fingernails dug into his back, begging for him to thrust hard and fast. He ground into me, latching onto my breast with his teeth. Wild and free, I cried out in passion as he gently tugged at my nipple.
“You like it hard, don’t you Ave?” he whispered against my other nipple before giving it the same teasing nips with his teeth.
“Oh God! Stone!” I cried out, arching my hips upward, meeting him thrust for thrust.
He made his way to my ear, whispering his words against my skin. “Keep moving. Make it good, baby.”
Stars against darkness, and colors burst to life as I erupted into a beautiful flame of release. My climax exploded on his driving hardness as he pumped one last time before calling out, “I’m there. I’m with you.”
Releasing his sweetness deep inside me, he trembled in my arms, slowing until he stilled. We lay joined until our breathing slowed to normal, and delicious satisfied tingles spread through my body, relaxing me into a spent bliss.
Stone rolled to his back, propelling my body with him until I rested on top of his chest. His heart beat a beautiful tune in my ear, drawing the most tranquil feeling of belonging out of me. He hadn’t proclaimed to love me, but for the first time in a long time, I felt loved.
A single tear rolled out of the corner of my eye onto his chest, and I felt him stiffen underneath me. He cupped my face, pulling my eyes toward him.
“Did I hurt you?”
I shook my head.
“Why are you crying?” Worry shadowed the depths of his blue eyes.
“I’m happy, Stone. For the first time in a long time, I’m happy.”
He trailed his thumb underneath my eyes. “Don’t cry, baby. I’ve never been able to take it when you cry.”
His words only elicited another tear, which was chased by another rolling down my cheek. “I can’t help it. This feels right between us. I love you, Stone. As much as I wanted to believe I hated you, I didn’t. My heart has always belonged to you. I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life.”
He sucked in a breath as if choked for air. I wasn’t asking him to say it back. I didn’t expect it, but his pained expression still felt like a kick in the throat. The exhilaration I’d felt had drawn the words from my heart, but now I wished I could take them back. I was so stupid, so wrong to think he’d share the same emotion, to think we’d ever be anything more than lovers.
Stone’s lips parted as if starting to say something, but then he closed his mouth tight. His arm held me in place and his fingers stilled on my skin, keeping his focus straight ahead at the ceiling.
“You’re asking for something I can’t give, something that’s impossible.”
“It’s not impossible. I see how you much love Savannah. Love pours from your eyes when you look at her, Stone. I’m not asking you to love me. I’m just asking for whatever you can give, whatever you’re capable of giving me, nothing more.”
My heart squeezed at the pain of telling him a lie. I craved his love, wanted it so much it hurt, and deep down, I knew he felt something for me. More than lust. More than desire. More than passion. I planned to tear down the barricade around his heart one step at a time, because somewhere between the screwed-up shit that had happened to us, the guilt he carried about Tessa, the fucked-up night an innocent woman died, and the time he’d spent behind bars…he’d lost his way.
He’d lost his way, and I wanted to help him find his way back.
Chapter 31
Later in the afternoon, the entire Mitchell family took Savannah into town to eat at the local diner that promised the best pecan pie in the South. Stone and I hadn’t had any time alone since the stables and he seemed reserved, like he didn’t know what to say or how to act.
Things were awkward, and I wasn’t having it. It was time to put an end to that shit, immediately.
“Ready to take me down to the lake?” I asked, hoping to help ease away his tension. “The sun’s about to go down and the temperatures will be cooler.”
“Sure.” He shrugged.
Shrug away. I promise you’ll be shuddering later.
“Bring a couple of bottled waters.” I flashed an innocent smile. “I’ll pack a few things like mosquito repellent and…stuff.”
You’re going to need more than water after I’m finished with you.
I planned to take his mind off everything except what I knew he wanted—my body. What if I’d imagined something more than sex between us? Had I wanted something more so bad that I’d let myself believe it was more than lust?
Time would tell, and I knew I had to give him space, but how long could I hold out? How long could I pretend this was enough? I’d told him I only wanted him to give me what he could, said I didn’t want anything more than that, and that was a damn lie.
In a few days, we’d be leaving West Tempie and I was going home. School was about to start, and teacher workdays would come sooner. Stone had parole obligations in Houston, and I knew he had no other choice than to follow the strict rules. I was going to give him something to remember, something to miss when he was miles away.
With the perfect seductive song ready to play on my phone, I’d chosen the sexiest red bra and matching lace boy shorts for sensual attire. In the glow of a perfect sunset, at the place we called ours, I was going to be his private dancer. I hadn’t ever given a lap dance, but using the same moves, I planned to give him a performance he’d never forget.
At the bottom of the backpack hanging on my shoulders was a simple pair of black heels. Thankfully I’d packed them in case we went somewhere nice for dinner. They weren’t my usual dance shoes, but they’d serve the purpose.
Climbing onto the ATV, I wrapped my arms around him, holding on tight. “Did you think to bring a blanket?” I leaned into his back, teasing my breasts against him.
Foreplay.
He called over his shoulder. “Nah, I thought we’d just ride around.”
Nice try. Now try again.
I rolled my hardened nipples against his muscles and from the way his broad shoulders stood taller, I knew he was affected. I watched his muscles tense, felt them harden against my heavy breasts.
“Oh, okay. The mosquitos are probably bad this late anyhow.” I shuffled again, rubbing my girls against him,
choosing my ammunition carefully. “The ride seems bumpier than usual.”
He shifted around on the seat and I bit back a smile—I’d have bet my next paycheck Mr. Cool and Distant had an erection. I yearned to reach my hand down to feel, to confirm what I already knew.
The tree we’d claimed long ago came into view. Its majestic beauty stood tall, giving off a sense of ease. Sighing with relief, I stared across the smooth-as-glass water.
We came to a stop and he killed the engine. Birds chirped, and the surrounding beauty comforted the soul. Behind the live oak, willow trees grew along the bank. At the back of over fifteen hundred acres, Stone and God’s creatures were about to get an eyeful.
“Glad we finally stopped. The vibration between my legs was starting to feel a little too good,” I purred in his ear.
He drew in a sharp breath. “Avery.”
“Sit right here for a minute. I’ll be right back.” I climbed off the back of the ATV and walked around the tree. “No peeking. I need to take care of business.”
He laughed. “Only you.”
I bit back a giggle. While he thought I was relieving myself, I began stripping down. In a hurry, I unzipped the backpack to retrieve the sleek black pumps and shed my shorts. Fumbling with my phone, I pressed the right buttons, and my song of choice floated through the air.
When I stepped from behind the tree, his eyes flared. I wore a button-up shirt tied in a knot under my breasts, sheer lacy red boy shorts, and black heels. I pressed my back against the bark, arching in an angle to thrust my breasts toward him. His eyes widened as he watched me sway my hips, rolling all the way to a squatting position with my knees spread.
One button at a time, I teased and toyed with him, slowly sliding the shirt from my body, exposing the tops of my breasts spilling over the low-cut red lace. The strain against his zipper gave me the satisfaction of knowing I was two steps ahead of him.
Prancing toward him with a sultry strut, I ran my fingernail down across the nape of his neck, under his ear, and down his arm. Sliding my leg over the seat, shimmying my way between the handlebars and his body, I straddled his thighs. Leaning backward, I thrust my breasts toward the sky, running my hands over my globes and down my stomach. The tempo of the music changed, and the usual choreography called for making love to the pole. I stood on the pedals and worked my hips on his lap as if making love to his body. The music took over, letting me lose myself in the flow as I swayed and rolled.
I climbed my way to standing on top of the seat, moving my hips erotically with the juncture of my thighs inches from his mouth. His hands found my thighs, running slowly to my hips where he rested them firmly in place. Our eyes locked, his blues darker than I’d ever seen them. Easing down, I draped my legs over his, traced his lips with my finger, and then sucked the same finger inside my mouth before moving it between my breasts.
He followed my every move with animalistic eyes before finding my face. His grip tightened on my hips as I rolled them against his hardness and sparks of fire ignited between my legs, increasing the drive to take him over the edge. In a quick move, I unclasped the front closure of the bra, letting it fall open.
He groaned in reaction as I slid the straps down my arms. The song was in the last chorus, so I had to step it up a notch. Standing back on the pedals, I climbed my way back to a standing position on the seat. Plunging my thumbs inside the band of red lace, I slid them down my legs. Carefully maintaining my balance, I stepped out of them one foot at a time.
I gave him my final gift of the dance—silky soft skin, smooth shaven and completely bare. I slunk my hips downward until I straddled him again and rolled myself into his hardness.
On the last note, he let out a guttural groan and took me in his arms. His mouth found mine in fierce passion, rendering me helpless. He grabbed the cheeks of my ass, hauling me hard against him. My tightened nipples pressed into his chest and I dug my nails into his arms.
“I need you inside me, Stone,” I whispered.
“That was so fucking hot.” He jerked his pants open, freeing his thick erection.
I lifted myself onto him, feeling his head at my entrance. I sank down on him, hard and swift, and he filled me completely.
“Fuck,” Stone shouted in the breeze of the meadow.
I lifted and slammed back down, riding him hard, digging my nails into his arms. His hands clutched my hips, assisting me in the ride. Slamming against him with hard thrusts, I cried his name several times, bringing me closer to the edge of climax.
“You feel so good, Ave. Keep riding me,” he ground out.
A few more thrusts and I came apart in a wicked, over-the-top orgasm. Rocking through the waves, he began bucking wildly underneath me.
“Fuck, Avery. Fuck.” His body shuddered, trembled, and stilled.
His arms wrapped around my waist and I circled mine around his neck. We held on to each other like neither wanted to ever let go. Smiling against his neck, I took in a deep breath, trying to slow my breathing.
“That was amazing,” he said between pants.
“I thought so too.”
He gently stroked my head, playing with my hair. “That’s the second time I haven’t worn a condom.”
“I’m clean, Stone. I haven’t been with anyone else, and I have regular checkups.” I wasn’t offended in the least. As far as I was concerned, this was a conversation we should have already had.
He shook his head with tenderness in his eyes. “I’m not worried about that, but for the record, I’m clean too, and I haven’t been with anyone else since my checkup. You’re welcome to have a copy of it. I’m worried that in the heat of all this, we haven’t been careful about protecting against pregnancy. That’s not something we need right now.”
I planted a kiss on his lips. “I’m on the pill. My doctor put me on them to regulate my periods.”
He sighed. “That’s a relief.”
“I’ve been through that once. The next time, I want it to be planned.”
“You want more kids?”
I shrugged. “I’d hoped to have more, but my biological clock is ticking. Savannah is already five, so things are not looking favorable.”
He didn’t say anything as he lifted his leg over the side of the seat to stand. He zipped his zipper and extended his hand. “You never know. Let’s get you cleaned up and dressed. We should be getting back.”
After I dressed, he pulled me in his arms. “You’re doing something to me, Avery, something I don’t understand, and I can’t get enough.”
“It’s just good hot sex,” I joked.
He pressed his lips to the top of my head. “No, it’s more than that.”
I dressed and slipped my feet back in the leather sandals, and his eyes glinted mischievously. “I like the heels way better.”
I laughed. “I’ll keep them on when we fuck.”
“I’ll hold you to that.” He winked.
Since it was almost dark, he turned on the headlights. “Ready?”
I slid my phone into the back pocket of my shorts and climbed onto the seat with him, circling my arms around his middle. He took off and after about twenty feet, I remembered I hadn’t picked up the backpack.
“Hold on. Stop.”
He let off the gas. “What is it?”
“Hang on.” I eased off, traipsing toward the tree. “I forgot my bag.”
He laughed. “Bet Cotton would be wondering who the hell left high-heeled shoes in a backpack out in the middle of nowhere.”
I chuckled at the thought. He probably knew about us long ago since we’d left our initials on our tree, but he also knew what had happened—the entire town knew—so he wouldn’t dream we were back to our old escapades.
I clutched the bag and when I turned to dart back, a cloth of some sort slammed against my mouth and nose. I struggled, kicked, and twisted, but strong arms held me in place. Fear pumped through my veins with each beat of my heart, and the toxic smell on the linen caused the lights of the A
TV to start fading in the pasture. I blinked, trying to focus, trying to watch the light. I knew Stone would come. He would save me.
The harder I fought, the faster the world seemed to dim. Suddenly weightless, I slumped into the large frame of the person behind me. As I blinked one last time, I saw the vague stream of light shining across the field. Stone was right there. He would come. He would save me.
A sea of darkness prevailed, stealing my hope of rescue or escape. I surrendered to sleep, wondering if I was going to die quickly or if I’d have to endure a painfully slow death.
Chapter 32
Darkness.
Everything was so dark.
I closed my eyes, letting a comforting swaying motion rock me back to sleep like I was lying in a cradle.
A startlingly loud clatter made me flinch, pulling me from peace. My eyes flew open as I tried to make out where I was. Some type of cloth covered my head, and flashes of a monster kidnapping me caused a wild panic within me. I attempted to stand, but couldn’t move. My ankles were bound together painfully tight with something hard and cord-like. Wriggling my wrists which were bound behind my back, I felt small cuts dig into my skin as I tried to pull them apart.
Desperate to be free, I squirmed, flopping around on the metal surface beneath me. A feeble scream rumbled in the back of my throat, secured behind duct tape covering my mouth.
“Shut up and be still,” commanded an unfamiliar and hair-raising voice. “No one can save you.”
I remembered every detail. His rank smell. The way he forced the toxic fumes over my face until it felt like I suffocated. The way fear crawled up my spine. I remembered Stone being so close, yet so far away, and my last thought—how this stranger would kill me.
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