He stripped off his boxers and then, glory be, sat naked in the chair, his muscles shifting as he leaned back to get comfortable and let her look him over. Jaxi had enjoyed her little voyeur trip the other day, but it was nothing compared to gazing at Blake Coleman, gloriously naked, three feet away from her. She admired the muscles in his arms, on his chest, the ridges of his abdomen, the firm strength of his thighs. All there while he showed himself off like a prize bull.
His cock rose from his lap, tapping toward the six-pack of his abdomen. Jaxi could barely breathe for wanting to touch.
To taste.
Blake rose to his feet and prowled his way to the bed, his cock aimed like an arrow at her. She scooted backward, never taking her gaze off him, as he dropped to his knees and crawled toward her.
“Lay on the bed, hands by your sides.”
A thrill shot through her at the tone in his voice. She’d suspected being ordered around by him would turn her on. She lay back and pressed her palms to the quilt.
Blake suspended his body over hers, his legs straddling her knees. He was far enough away the heat of his body was a soft caress, a mere hint of energy radiating toward her.
He lowered a hand to touch her body. One finger.
Over her lips.
“You’ve kissed a few boys, haven’t you?”
“Not many. But yeah, I’ve been kissed.”
His chuckle echoed in the hushed room. “You’ve kissed all my brothers from what I heard.”
Jaxi flicked her tongue against his fingertip as he traced her lips again and again. “I kissed them or they kissed me. That’s all. No one else.”
Blake’s mouth descended slowly, brushing her mouth with a butterfly stroke. “I’m the only Coleman you going to kiss from here on, understand?”
Jaxi strained upward, trying to regain his lips from where they hovered inches above hers.
“Not until you say it. Your mouth is mine. Kisses only for me.”
She was going to die if she didn’t get his mouth on hers now. “Yours. Only for you.”
Blake gave no room for retreat as he demanded a response, feasting, licking and sucking until she was left utterly breathless. Her hands rose to his neck, slicking through his short hair before he jerked back.
“Hands to the bed, I’m not done with my questions.”
Jaxi dragged her nails over his back as she dropped her arms.
“You touch me and I stop. Now, let’s see.” His finger was back again, tracing from her mouth, over the curve of her chin, down her neck. She shivered as he drew the fingertip over her breast, circling the tight peak lazily. “Such beautiful breasts. I saw them in the shower the other day, all wet and glistening, and I wanted to pluck these juicy tips like ripe berries. Tell me, who’s touched your breasts? Who’s sucked these pretty things with their mouths and made you squirm?”
Jaxi arched up, trying to get him to connect with more than her nipple. He continued his slow assault, the heat in his touch melting through her defenses.
“Couple boys touched me. Travis with his mouth. Jesse and Joel tonight with their hands over my dress.”
“Damn, my brothers have gotten more of you than they’re ever going to get again.” He lowered his head and licked the tip of her nipple. “Mine. These beauties are mine. Mine to hold and caress, mine to nibble and bite and—”
“Yours. Oh, please, put your mouth on me now,” she sobbed.
Blake covered her with his hand, smoothed her skin, dragging his palm over the rigid peak as he caressed her. He lapped at her other nipple, sucking it into his mouth as his fingers rolled over her belly to her lower lips.
“You tell me who’s touched this pretty pussy. You said no one’s kissed you there. Who’s had their hands on you, bringing you pleasure, besides me and Jesse?”
“Damn it, stop with the questions and give me what I need.” Jaxi arched hard, thrusting her hips against his hand. She was on fire, and he was keeping her at such a steady burn she was liable to pass out from need.
He lowered his body on top of hers, thigh to thigh, his cock hard on top of her curls and stomach, hot fluid painting her belly. He increased their body contact and the weight pressed her into the bed so slowly every inch of his skin heated her to the melting point.
“You’ve never let anyone inside, have you? You don’t know what it’s going to feel like to have my cock press you apart, stretch you wide while you squeeze me tight. You don’t know how good it’ll feel when I pump into you, hard and fast, and fill you up.”
Blake rocked his hips in short strokes, rubbing his shaft over her aching clit as she gasped and tried to press back for more. He stilled and she cried in loss. She wanted it all.
“No one’s ever made love to me.” She pulled her legs apart and sighed as he settled more firmly, his cock nestled tight against her aching core.
“Tell me why you’re still a virgin, Slick. It ain’t because you’ve never been asked.”
Jaxi hesitated, then simply told the truth.
“I wanted you. And you never asked until now.”
Blake dragged himself down her body, panting as he fought to maintain control. His forbidden fantasies, all the things he’d longed for, were coming true. His body sang with pleasure, his mind barely able to comprehend this was really happening. She was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, and in moments, she’d be all his. Not shared with his brothers like the stolen kisses of youth.
Just sweet, ripe fruit—mature pleasure shared between a man and woman.
He wouldn’t last much longer. As much as he wanted to nibble every inch of her skin, as much as he needed to suck those firm breasts, he needed to be inside her more.
He wasn’t going to do that until she was good and ready for him.
Blake pressed her legs farther apart with his shoulders and stared at her swollen lips peeking through the blonde curls. Moisture beaded there, a hot, sweet aroma rising to his nose. He used one finger to gently open her, and the pink folds of her labia bloomed in front of him.
He lowered his mouth and licked, tasting her cream, covering her with the warmth of his mouth as his tongue slicked up the other side. Jaxi made little noises of pleasure, her hips moving with her excitement, and he pressed one hand across her hips to lock her in place on the bed.
Blake swept over her again, concentrating on lapping every inch of smooth skin inside and out of the soft petals of her lips. He thrust his tongue into her core as far as it would go. Her body responded like he’d blown on coals, heat pouring from her as she cried out.
He needed two hands to restrain her. The taste of her, the scent of her passion overwhelmed him, and he lifted her hips into the air, hauling her closer to his mouth to feast easier. Blake dragged his tongue hard over her clit, and the convulsion that shook her body nearly ripped her from his grasp. He did it again, laving the length of her wet slit harder and faster until Jaxi screamed, and her core pulsed in waves with her orgasm.
Rising over her, he pressed his erection against her scalding heat. He rocked carefully, each motion spreading her cream and making the length of his shaft ready for her. When she protested, he changed angles, slipping the head of his cock between her folds, moving inward slowly until she froze.
Blake dropped his mouth to hers and bit her lip, flicking his tongue against her mouth until she opened. As she responded to his kiss, he pulled back his hips, then thrust to bury himself deep.
Jaxi gasped into his mouth, her body gone tense. Blake locked their hips in place, forcing himself to wait until she relaxed and eased around his girth. He kissed her softly, licking and nibbling until she squirmed under him.
“Alright?”
“Damn, you’ve split me in two. It feels, oh hell, it feels good but…”
“Oh, Slick, you’re amazing. Just wait, I’m going to move. Nice and slow.”
He watched her closely as he withdrew a short way and eased back in. He grinned as her eyes rolled back in her head and she moaned.
“Oh yeah, that feels better. Do it again.”
Blake kissed her as he rocked in and out slowly, dragging his body over her as he memorized the taste of her lips, the feel of her tongue tangling with his.
“Bend your legs, open to me a little more.”
She shifted, and on the next thrust, the crown of his shaft bumped her inside. She let out a squeak, but the way she tried to open even wider let him know she wasn’t opposed to the sensation.
He finally noticed she still clutched the quilt with a death hold and he chuckled. “You can touch me if you want.”
Jaxi instantly wrapped her arms around him and helped pull him deeper. “I wasn’t going to take a chance and have you stop. More, I need more.”
She lifted her hips toward him a couple of inches, speeding his movements.
He was only going slowly for her sake. On the next thrust he went a little harder, forcing her into the bed. One hand slipped between their bodies, as he looked to step up her pleasure quicker. He wanted to feel her come, to feel her body welcome him in and delight in him. Wet and ready, he stroked her clit as he pumped his hips faster. She squeezed him, her passage slick with moisture but tight around him as his cock rubbed again and again.
Under him Jaxi shook, her breath coming in short, tight pants. Her wide eyes stared at him as she took his thrusts willingly, eagerly. She tightened around him and cried out, waves of pressure squeezing around his shaft. He pumped twice more, releasing his control to explode into her hot depths.
It was like coming home. Locked together, hearts pounding wildly, Blake had never felt such a sense of belonging. Such a feeling of being right where he needed to be. He stared into her pleasure-glazed eyes and leaned down to kiss her again.
He barely managed to roll to the side to avoid crushing her, their bodies still tangled together intimately as they stroked each other, unable to stop touching. Blake nudged her head back to get at her mouth. He wanted more of her taste, the feel of her gentling under his mouth.
The reality of loving her beat all the fantasies he’d ever had.
He would be ready to go again if he kept this up, and it was too soon for her to handle him yet. Distraction needed—he had to care for her. He gave her one last kiss before pulling away to get a washcloth.
She was all soft and relaxed when he returned, lying on the surface of the quilt with her arms back by her sides, one leg bent. As he knelt beside her, touching her carefully, the realization struck like a brick wall.
He’d taken her without a condom.
Every pass of the cloth he made as carefully as possible, a strange fog filling his mind. The cloth was dropped to the floor, then he drew her back into his arms, brain-fuddled and blood roaring in his ears.
He’d never done that before. Never even been tempted. Every time he’d been with a woman, he’d sheathed up early with no questions asked, no matter if she said she was protected. He was clean, but…
Fuck.
Jaxi curled in tighter to his side, her warmth scorching his body as his guilty conscience seared his mind.
Blake dropped another kiss on the top of her head as he struggled out of post-coital mindlessness into what-the-hell-had-they-just-done territory. And why.
It wasn’t the kind of mistake he would make. He stared at the ceiling, wondering if he’d done it on purpose. On some level, had he wanted to mark her permanently as his, make sure this wasn’t a one-time deal?
There was nothing more permanent than a baby.
Jaxi laughed softly in his arms and jostled him, her bright smile fading as she caught a glimpse of his face.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing wrong, but…” He tried to sound gentle and caring, but he was afraid the question came out a little scared. “You on the pill?”
She looked confused for a minute before her lashes dropped and hid her eyes from his view. “Oh, damn. I didn’t even think about that.”
He kissed her cheek, tried to convey his emotions with the action since the words were stuck in his throat. Hell, the words were stuck in his brain—he didn’t quite know what he was even thinking.
Jaxi wiggled back and he reluctantly released her.
“Are you going to flip out on me? You regret making love and now you’re going to head for the hills?” Her eyes had filled with moisture, and Blake’s heart cracked at the hurt he’d unwittingly caused.
“I ain’t going anywhere, Slick. I know what I feel inside. I just don’t want you to think you have to agree to anything because I made a mistake.”
She shivered as she sat up.
“I hate that word. Mistake. Don’t you ever use that word again, Blake Coleman. If we made a baby right now, it’s no mistake. Even if we had used a condom, I could get pregnant.”
Her indignation was stronger than he’d expected. “What you telling me?”
She blushed. Hard. Harder than he’d ever seen. Then she lifted her chin and stared him down as she spoke.
“You want me to spell it out for you? I hear you say my kisses are all yours, and my body is all yours, and I tell you no one’s ever made love to me before because I was waiting for you. If you weren’t thinking about forever, Blake, fine. But I was. That’s why I almost don’t care that we didn’t use a condom, and why if…hell, if I had my way we’d be making love again in about two minutes, condom or no. ’Cause even if it scares you I’ve got to tell you—I’ve been thinking about you and loving and forever. I’ve been thinking about it for a long time.”
Blake stared at her, all bold as brass as she sat naked at the foot of the bed.
Damn, she was glorious.
He reached and enveloped her in his arms. Tried to ease the tension in her shoulders, relax the tightness from her body with pets and caresses and whispers against her skin. He slid her over him, letting her weight cover him with heat and silky pleasure. He took her face between his hands and kissed her tenderly on the eyelids. Used his lips to brush away the tears that hung there.
Had he thought about forever? He’d wanted her forever, and she felt right in his arms. A part of his heart had always belonged to her. He kissed her mouth, simple and soft, before whispering over her cheek.
“You make me feel the biggest fool, Slick, ’cause you’re braver than anyone I know. I can tell you with my body how I feel about you, but saying the words seems mighty hard.”
He brushed his hands down her back, stroking and soothing. He rolled them to their sides and kissed her cheeks, feathered his fingers over her collarbone, tracing the delicate lines. Her eyes still showed hurt, but a trace of something else lit the corners. Hope? This was as good a time as any. He smiled at her.
A loud pounding on the door of the cabin jerked him from where he was headed.
“I’m going to kill them, whoever it is.” Blake dragged himself away from her warmth and stumbled to the door. He yanked the door open a crack, using his body to shield the cabin from prying eyes.
Joel’s white face filled his gaze. “I’m damn sorry for interrupting, but we just got word. Mama and Daddy collided with a moose on their way home tonight. The truck’s a wreck, and they’ve been taken to the hospital in Red Deer.”
Chapter Twelve
Blake sat in the easy chair in his father’s hospital room, listening to the gentle sound of breathing. Jaxi lay curled up in his lap, her warm breath drifting over his neck, bosom pressed against his arm.
They’d checked in on his ma first. The nurses told them with the pain medication it was unlikely Marion would wake before morning. His dad, however, would be woken soon to monitor him for a concussion.
Blake was grateful neither of them had been more seriously hurt. Although his ma was going to be right ticked when she heard the news.
As he waited for his dad to wake, Blake looked at the bit of woman in his arms. Soft, yet strong, and definitely all woman. He couldn’t believe she was here. After denying them both for so long, it felt right to have her warmth penetrating all the way
through to his heart. Even if a bit of him was scared shitless they’d made love unprotected.
“Blake?” His dad’s voice scratched a little.
Blake went to put Jaxi down, but his father stopped him.
“You’re fine sitting right there. How’s Marion? She okay?”
“Ma’s fine, no new injuries. Although she’s going to be upset when she hears they recast her arm, to be sure it was still set proper. She’s got extra weeks to wait until the new cast comes off.”
Mike’s face said it all. “Hell, I should have been more careful.”
“Don’t go blaming yourself. Those moose are damn near invisible, right until they jump out and commit suicide,” Blake commiserated. “It’s not mating season so you couldn’t have expected it, and that corner is a scary son of a bitch to take. We’re all just glad you weren’t killed. Maybe a busted leg and head aren’t too high a price to pay.”
“Leg? Marion break a leg too?”
Blake shook his head, worry creeping in. “You didn’t notice you’re wearing rather stiff long johns, Dad? It was a clean break but you’re carrying plaster now too.”
His dad shuffled the sheets to examine the thigh-to-foot white cast. “Well, hell. Nope, didn’t notice a thing until now. Damn pounding in my head is drowning out everything else calling for attention.”
“Yeah, well, you may have a concussion, but they said that should clear up plenty quick.” Jaxi shifted in his arms, and Blake snuggled her in tighter, brushing back a curl that had fallen over her face.
He looked back at his dad to see a rather large grin waiting for him.
“So, does the fact you’re finally holding that girl in your arms mean you’re over being worried about what you never needed to worry about in the first place?” Mike leaned back, his smile stretching from ear to ear.
“You knew? You knew I wanted…?” Blake trailed off. Just how much did he want to talk about this with his dad?
Mike snorted. “Son, the entire county has known for years you had it bad for Jaxi. I don’t know if it’s because you’re our firstborn or what, but you have a bad habit of trying to do what you think will please everyone else. You can’t do that without missing out on what’s going to please the people that are the most important to you.”
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