One Hot Momma

by Cara North

  “Where are you going?” he said breathless.

  “Right here.” She wiggled her way between him and the steering wheel. He let the seat release and slide back giving them more space. As she lifted to give him access to her, she bumped her head on the ceiling. “Ouch.”

  “Careful,” he whispered and then groaned as she sat down on him.

  Layla sat there for a moment with Rafe completely inside of her. She looked at him, and he looked at her. They both held back words of devotion. “Make it last, Rafe.”

  “Easy for you to say.” He let out a strangled breath as she began riding him.

  Almost fully clothed they were getting hot and fast. The windows fogged up, and Layla hit her head once more on the ceiling. “Fuck, it is getting hot in here.”

  “Take off your shirt.” He tried to work it up and over her head as she moved faster, lifted quicker, and sat down harder. “Oh, fuck it. Fuck me. Ride me hard and fast, Layla. Make me come.”

  She obliged him. Layla lifted and pressed down on him driving him deep, right into her soul. She was in love with Rafe, and making love with Rafe only made those bonds stronger. She would have to make a decision. If he didn’t propose again soon, she would simply have to do it herself. “You feel so fucking good, Rafe.”

  “Yeah? Good enough to make you come?” He slid a hand between them and stroked her clit in the way he now knew toppled her almost instantly.

  She didn’t answer in coherent words.

  * * *

  Halloween…

  Trick-or-Treating was out of the question since they didn’t actually have real neighbors and the temporary ones in the guest cabins were not there to be trick-or-treated. The ranch did provide a costume ball in Momma’s Kitchen and most of the guests attended along with other locals who didn’t have neighbors but had children.

  “Who are you supposed to be?” Heath snorted as he asked.

  “I hope you have a son, so you know what this is like.” Rafe watched his older brother choke on a sip of tea at the realization. “I happen to be Batman, though I did talk him into letting me come as Bruce Wayne, and Brice of course is Robin.”

  Heath followed Rafe’s gaze and pointed finger to the crowd of children where Brice and Savannah readied themselves for a three-legged race.

  “So who is she?” Heath asked with genuine interest now.

  “Savannah is Dorothy, and Layla—” Rafe pointed across to where Layla and Jan stood together. “—is Glenda the good witch.”

  “You know that woman looks better every time I see her. I’m beginning to see why you held out so long, little brother.” Heath smacked him on the back and walked off toward Chance who entered with an amazing cake she had created to look like a haunted house with ghosts, monsters, and the like all around and inside of it.

  Rafe looked around the large room and smiled. Life was pretty good at this moment, especially since Glenda the good witch was heading his way.

  Chapter 11

  November

  “So, where are we off to?” She looked at him, and the moment he faced her heat filled the truck cabin and electricity crackled on the air between them.

  “That depends.” He started up the truck and waited.

  “On?” She laughed.

  “We can go to the movies, dinner, dancing, or any other place we have gone before and do things we have done before.” He licked his lips, and his voice dropped slightly lower. “Or we can head back to one of the guest cabins and pretend we don’t live here, and…”

  “Let’s go.” She nodded. Her insides were already warming as anticipation threatened to make her do something stupid right there in the driveway.

  They drove well back into the section of the ranch dedicated to guest cabins. Far away from the rest were a few set far apart from each other.

  “Why are they so far apart?” she asked as he pulled down the drive to one.

  “They’re for… I don’t want to get in trouble for saying it, or scare you, or mess this night up.” He frowned as he looked straight ahead out the window.

  “Are they here for sex?” She gasped.

  He chuckled. “Not by the hour if that’s what you’re asking. But there are times in peoples lives they might want more privacy.”

  “Oh.” She understood now. They were for honeymooners or people on their anniversary and certainly for those who may need to express themselves a bit louder and enthusiastic on vacation than others. “Does anyone know we are coming here?”

  “What do you mean by anyone?” he asked and she knew someone did.

  “Like your family?” She was not going to go in if he said yes, no way, nu-uh.

  “No.” He shook his head. “No one in my family knows we are here.”

  “So who?”

  “Lucky. I had to get a key somehow, so I had him tell them he wanted a place to stay, and then asked him to stock the fridge with some things. If it makes you feel any better, he is going to keep the key, so he does have a place if he needs it. These won’t get as much rental time in the winter.” He looked at her, and his eyes softened, pleaded. “You can change your mind you know.”

  “No.” She decided. “I can’t.”

  “So where do you want to go?” He let out a frustrated and disappointed breath.

  Layla bit her lower lip; he misunderstood. “I mean I can’t change my mind about being here with you.”

  Rafe was out of the truck and around to her door before she could reach the handle. Unable to stop him, unable to control herself, Layla accepted his lips against her own. They pulled each other closer, lining their body up to rub and touch in all the right places. The cool air made steam roll off their bodies. Rafe was the one to pull back; she was impressed with his self-control.

  “We have to get inside.” He was as breathless as she was.

  Layla nodded and sucked in another full breath. The cool crisp air brought little relief.

  His fingers trembled as he put the key in the lock. “I gotta tell you I haven’t been this… I don’t know I have ever been this wound up.”

  His revelation both surprised her and empowered her. If he was as anxious as she was, this would be over in minutes. She laughed in thought as they entered the cabin. Too focused on the need to touch him, she didn’t pay any attention to the surroundings. Her coat dropped to the floor.

  He locked the door and shrugged out of his jacket as he moved closer to her.

  “Rafe,” she pleaded.

  He wrapped her in his large arms and held her close a moment, his lips tender and insistent against hers. She began unbuttoning his shirt. He slid his hands under her top and released her bra. Rafe with two hands was definitely better than Rafe with one.

  His lips moved down her neck as her shirt and bra were pulled over her head. She was half undressed, yet he still had a ways to go to get naked. Giving up on the shirt, she undid his belt buckle.

  He laughed and helped her by removing his shirt then toeing off each of his shoes. She kicked hers off and started to unfasten her pants.

  “Wait.” He put a hand over hers. “I’m getting there.”

  He then stepped out of his jeans and boxers and stood gloriously before her naked except for his socks.

  She smiled as she looked at them.

  He laughed then stepped one foot over and pulled out of the socks one at a time, too. When he looked at her, she registered the hunger in his eyes.

  Her hands gripped warm flesh as he unfastened her jeans. She took her time rubbing over his shoulders, his chest, his stomach, and his thighs. She touched him everywhere around his cock, but she didn’t touch it.

  His mouth moved over her collarbone and down to her left breast where he licked then sucked her nipple. She gasped as the shocks of electricity jolted her inside. Rafe slid her pants down and slid farther down her stomach as she stepped out of them. He was on his knees rubbing his nose across her abdomen, his hands over her thighs. He too was being careful not to touch the place she wanted to be to
uched the most.

  As easily as he kneeled before her, he made his way back up and treated her right nipple to the same mind numbing sensations.

  When his mouth touched hers again, it was like turning over the ignition in a car. She revved up a notch and was ready to go.

  He walked them backward until her legs felt the bed against them. She sat down and he moved with her. They had found ways to have sex, to touch, to taste, and feel each other in the small spaces and for the limited times they could steal. Now, it was as if they had freedom, a closed door, and a soft bed to play in.

  At the foot of the bed, she let him press her backward with one hand as he slid his other between her legs. “I have been dying to taste you again. I never in my wildest dreams thought I would crave a woman’s skin the way I do yours.”

  She started to say something but lost all coherent thought as his fingers parted her vaginal lips, and his tongue swept up one side then down the other. Her legs trembled as her back arched. Rafe explored and tested; he teased her clit then withdrew to lick her folds again.

  “Rafe, I need…”

  He pushed two fingers into her, and she could feel herself losing control. Her brain was checking out; her instincts taking over. The pleasure of his mouth, his fingers as they pushed in and out of her pussy, made her reckless. “Fuck me, Rafe, please.”

  He pressed a third finger into her, and she could feel the stretch, the thickness. Then he was gone. Her legs shook and her eyes opened.

  “Scoot up on the bed.” She turned to crawl on the bed, and he gripped her hip with one hand before she could get too far. “Stay like that.”

  “Rafe?” she questioned then knew what he was doing as the head of his cock nudged against her pussy.

  “Spread your legs just… right there.” He slid into her slowly. His hands gripped her hips tightly, his fingers sinking into her flesh as he pulled her against his thrust. “Be still.”

  She tried to comply, but her body had a mind of its own. Inside she was clenching, gripping him, and trying to get him to move.

  “You’re moving, Layla.” He let out an exasperated laugh. “I can feel it each time you do that. I’m trying not to lose control here, sweetheart, but…”

  “Fuck control.” She bucked against him driving him deeper. “Move, Rafe, move.”

  “Tell me if it hurts,” he said and then began moving.

  Slow at first, but then quicker, longer strokes in and out. Faster. Harder. Deeper.

  “Layla?” he gasped as he said her name and pounded into her.

  “Harder,” she gasped as he pulled her back harder and thrust forward. She knew he was all the way in when he began hitting against her cervix. It was a mixture of pleasure and pain. “God, you feel so good.”

  “Shhh,” he hissed.

  She smiled wickedly and knew he was turned on and losing control by her words. “Your cock is so big, Rafe, I love the way it feels inside me. You’re so fucking good.”

  “You...” His words died with a long groan of satisfaction as he emptied inside of her. His body twitched and jerked forward as the orgasm seemed to linger. Once he finally settled down, he ran his hands up her back and tugged gently at her hair. “Hey.”

  “Hmm?” Layla slowly rocked against him again as she turned to look over her shoulder.

  “Turn over.” He shook his head. “That was too soon. I was trying to hold out.”

  “I know.” She groaned a sigh of pleasure as she pulled forward and then rolled over to face him. “I didn’t want you to hold back. I don’t want to hold back either.”

  “Did you?” He lifted a brow.

  “No.” She shook her head. “I didn’t.”

  “Unacceptable.” He bit his lower lip. “Why don’t you show me how you do it? I might learn something.”

  She could feel her eyes widen. He wanted her to touch herself. His eyes were heavy, a challenge clear in them, and his right hand whether he was aware of it or not, had already found its way to his penis. Watching him grip himself, stroke, tug, made her clit tickle and her nipples ache.

  “Fine.” Layla slid a hand between her legs and laid her head back. I can do it. I can do it. In a minute, she could touch herself without thinking about what she was doing. Instead, she focused on what he was doing and the rest came naturally.

  Rafe shuddered as she slid her hand between her legs and began to touch herself. He needed a minute between sessions. A chance to recuperate. She was helping him recover faster than he thought possible. He became aware of the fact he was holding a decent grip on his dick when she finally looked up again and stared at him. Conscious of his actions he realized how it might take a minute to do what he asked. “Need help?”

  “Do you?” Layla licked her lips, and he thought of the times she had sucked him off.

  “Yes.” He felt the curve of his lip as it turned to a smile. “But I asked you first.”

  “Yes.” She nodded. Her face was flushed, her chest. She was climbing that peak alone. He looked at her fingers. He wanted to taste her again. He thought about the fact he had just been there and what he left behind. As Layla said yes once more, he decided he didn’t care. It was his, and she had tasted it, and they had kissed, and surely she would be getting a taste of them both in a minute.

  He bent to lick her pussy. Letting go of his cock he focused on her clit as she held it between two fingers for him. Having her fingers there to lick in addition to the blade of her clit turned him on more. He pushed two fingers inside of her, and by the second thrust, she was calling his name and pulling his hair as she tried to get him closer. He decided to suck her clit to see what it did.

  It broke her. She cried out; her walls pulsed around his fingers, and her hips bucked against his lips and his fingers. This was freedom. This was what he always thought sex could be like. As he pushed himself upright, he crawled over her and thrust inside again. She wrapped her legs around his hips and arched to meet him. His mouth found hers, and without restraint, she kissed him. She pulled him closer. He found it difficult to be gentle. He wanted to take her over in every way known to man.

  They broke the kiss, so they could breathe again. He pushed against her. He couldn’t get enough, not fast enough, not deep enough, not hard enough, there was always more. He wanted more and more of her. Having sex with Layla should have sated him, but instead it made him insatiable.

  Her teeth bit into his shoulder, and her body shook with another orgasm. A confident smile broke across his lips, and he pushed her for one more. One more and he would let himself go again.

  * * *

  Layla lay red-faced looking at the mark on his shoulder. She had bit him, again. “Am I part dog or vampire?”

  “No.” He snorted. “You just get excited. I don’t mind really. It doesn’t hurt when you do it. It hurts now, but it didn’t when you bit me, if that makes any sense.”

  “Do you want to bite me? To make up for it I mean?”

  “Do you want me to bite you?” His brow raised in question.

  “No.” She shook her head for emphasis.

  “I know another way you can make up for it.” Rafe tucked a blonde lock behind her ear.

  “Already, wow, I…”

  He laughed. “No. I need to eat. You have used all of my energy reserves, so if there is more to give, it will be a few hours from now. I think.”

  “Hmmm. What do you want to eat?” Layla took a moment to really appreciate the man next to her. She knew Rafe now. Not like before when she knew what kind of father he would make for the kids. Now she had no doubt what kind of man he would make for her.

  “Duck.” He bit his lower lip and held back his laugh.

  “Rafe Johnson, don’t you dare!” She sat up laughing. “How did you even come up with that menu? It was outrageous.”

  “I was watching it on television and doing my damndest to memorize what to call things. I am sorry about all that. I was a real ass.” He stroked a hand down her naked side. Her nipples tightened; he
r insides warmed. His words were genuine.

  “Well, I imagine there isn’t a duck here, so what else do you have in mind.” She watched his eyes look down and away from her face, and his gaze caught on her breasts. “Besides me.”

  “Sorry.” He shrugged. “I like looking at you. I’ve memorized a few things, you know.”

  “Like?”

  “Like the freckles across the bridge of your nose. They’re very light, and I hadn’t always noticed them. The scar right here on your hip. I wonder where it came from. The fact that you now paint your toenails though you always wear socks and shoes.” He looked up.

  Layla gulped and tried to remain calm, but Rafe was really paying attention to her. He wouldn’t have confused her for Lola. For the first time in a very long time, she wasn’t being compared. She was simply Layla, and she was all he knew. He didn’t compare parenting skills; he didn’t compare voices, or wonder who was smarter, better in bed, prettier, faster in a race. The realization struck her with both joy and grief.

  “Layla, did I say something wrong?” He sat up as she looked down.

  “No, not at all.”

  “So why do you look and sound like you’re about to cry?” He tucked his hand under her chin and lifted her face toward him.

  “You have no idea how good and bad it feels at the same time to know you are looking at just me. There is no comparison.” She sniffed.

  “There wouldn’t be anyways.” He moved closer to her and held her. “You have your own mind, sweetheart. I enjoy your hot little body, but I… like you. I enjoy our time together. I mean I thought I knew you, but I had no idea. You are so much more than I… deserve.”

  He was still choosing his words wisely. She had not earned another proposal. “So what do you want to eat?”

  “Let’s see what Lucky stocked.” Rafe kissed the tip of her nose and sighed. “Of course we could still go out.”

  “You won’t be ready in a few more hours?”

  “I need to eat, but I’m ready now.” He waggled his eyebrows.

  “I need food, too.” She conceded. “I just wanted to make sure you weren’t trying to get away from me.”