“Jesus,” he groaned with a forceful thrust. “You feel so fucking good, baby.” He felt himself soaring ever so close to the edge of release, but he felt selfish, desperate to prolong their pleasure. “Your pussy is gripping my cock so tight.” Slowing his claiming strokes, he nuzzled her neck, squeezing the fullness of her right breast in his hand.
She was turning him into a desperate man.
The pungent aroma of their lovemaking filled the room.
“Oh, Dax,” she groaned hoarsely. Bucking her hips against him, her fingertips dug into his biceps.
“Yes, my Kendall,” he whispered his encouragement against her neck. “Come again for me.”
“Harder,” she begged in a whimper. “Please. Fuck me harder.”
More than eager to comply, Dax began pounding himself into her heat.
“Jesus, I can’t hold it. I’m going to come,” he growled, and fucked Kendall like she’d begged for; harder, faster, until he thought he would pass out. “Ugh, come with me, my baby.”
Wrapping her legs around his thrusting hips and clutching his arms, she screamed out his name as her channel began fisting his cock, milking him to release. Inside her, his cock jerked seconds before he drenched her cunt with jetting streams of his seed.
Collapsing against her heaving breasts, both their bodies were slick with perspiration. The erratic thumping of her heart against his chest mirrored his. The smell of their sex scented the air around them. Her hands gently stroked down the length of his back.
With reluctance, Dax pulled himself up after a few moments to stare down at the woman beneath him. The sated look on her face stole his breath. Exquisite content sparkled in her eyes as Kendall looked back at him and smiled.
“Mmm, you are incredible, Dax Winslow the Third,” she jested. A throaty moan carried to his ears when his cock jerked again inside her.
“I think you are the perfect woman for me, Kendall,” he growled, dipping his head to take the puckered nipple of her left breast into his mouth. He laved the tight, delicious tip and thrust his still-hard cock in and out of her soaked channel, again.
Within minutes, he brought the two of them to another explosive climax.
* * * *
After making love once in the shower, they continued to spend the next several hours bringing each other to mind-numbing orgasms. Near exhaustion, they lay nestled in each other’s arms beneath the cozy blankets of Kenny’s king sized bed.
“Earlier you mentioned meeting with those doctors.” She stroked a fingertip across one of Dax’s taut nipples. “When is that?”
“Mmm, day after tomorrow,” he answered, tightening his arms around her. “Why?”
“Just wondering how much longer I get to enjoy your company, Mr. Winslow,” she replied in a husky tone, ecstatic he would be in her home and her bed for another couple of days.
“I’ll be here for as long as you want me to be, honey,” he muttered against the top of her head.
As hopeful as she might be, Kenny wasn’t delusional. She knew once his meeting concluded Dax would be on the first flight back home, and his time in Milton Ville would be but a distant memory.
Feeling herself drifting into the darkness of slumber, Kenny promised herself she would enjoy the time she had left with him, and expect nothing more.
Chapter 6
The following morning Dax woke feeling better than he ever had in his life. Sexually, he was sated beyond his wildest imagination. Emotionally, he felt utterly complete. He was having some difficulty wrapping his mind around the fact that this woman he didn’t even know fulfilled him. Until he’d laid eyes on the lovely Kendall, he had never been a believer in love at first sight. Since being in her company, he found himself looking to the future. A future with her.
After making love again, Dax finally allowed Kendall to get out of bed. The thought that he would never be able to get his fill of her had his cock springing to life again.
Together they prepared breakfast.
Determining his butt and thighs didn’t feel half bad after their ride the day before, when they’d finished eating he and Kendall decided to take the horses out again. She packed a picnic and a blanket for them to eat on, and off they went.
By noon they found themselves deep in the woods and had come upon a bubbling hot spring. Dax helped Kendall down from her mount and pulled her against him, kissing her deeply, with need. Unashamed of his uncontrollable desire for Kendall, Dax allowed his desperation to pour into her.
With slow, sensual movement, he tugged her shirt over her head and released her breasts from their lacy restraint. Dipping his head, he captured the peaked tip of her left breast between his lips. With gentle pressure, he drew on her flesh, pulling a deep moan from Kendall. Cupping her right breast in his hand, he brushed the pad of his thumb across the erect bud, making her back arch upward. The combination of her taste and scent had his cock close to bursting in his jeans.
Moving to sample Kendall’s right nipple, he bit the tip between his teeth before swirling his tongue around to sooth the sting. The grip of her fingers in his hair tightened as she held him to her breast. Dax growled against the flesh he enjoyed in his mouth, the tip growing harder under his attention. Her body trembled as his left hand caressed down her spine to settle in the small of her back, holding her close. Switching sides again, his right hand released her breast to stroke along her belly to the waist of her jeans.
Unfastening the button of her pants, he pushed them over the flare of her hips, easing them down her thighs. The aroma of her musk had taunted him long enough.
Needing to feel the juice of her body, his fingers ventured inside her panties in search of her moist heat. As he stood, she released her grip on his hair and wrapped her fingers around his biceps. Taking a selfish moment, Dax studied the woman in his arms. She looked up at him through half closed lids, perspiration dampened her upper lip, and her lower lip quivered. Dipping his head, he swallowed her whimpered labored breaths. Kendall sighed into his mouth as he sunk two thick fingers inside her.
In an instant his digits were soaked, and the enticing scent of her feminine fragrance wafted up between them. Her hips swiveled against his hands, gently at first, as she began to ride his probing fingers. With her hands tight around his biceps for balance, she met his mouth in a hungry oral exploration.
The palm of his hand pressed against her lower back aided Dax in controlling the gyrating of her hips. His fingers continued to explore the wet, tight heat of her pussy, and with his other hand wrapped around her waist, he held her snug to his hip. As he continued to feast on Kendall’s mouth, she tried moving against his hand. Without effort, he restricted her movements with the length of his body as he pushed her arousal higher.
“Feel good, baby?” he asked against her lips.
A throaty groan was her response.
When Kendall’s fingertips dug into his arms, Dax knew she was close. The pad of his thumb pressed her clit, rubbing tight, firm circles against the swollen nub as his fingers probed deeper. The tightening of her cunt around his fingers made him pull back to watch as she met her release. Tossing her head back, her eyes squeezed shut. The low rumble of a growl began in her chest before a cry of completion filled his ears. The warmth of her come trickling over his hand brought a grin to his face and a throbbing to his cock.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” he said hoarsely.
The racing of her heart beat against his chest, while her breath grew ragged.
Trembling against his aroused body, Kendall gasped a sob as the waves of her orgasm washed over her. The flush rising from her breasts to spread across her face threatened to shove him over the edge.
Once her breath grew less harsh, Dax withdrew his fingers from the slickness of her body, pulling away from her long enough to lay the blanket Kendall had brought along the bank of the spring. He finished removing her clothing before lowering her to the ground, kissing her passionately, thoroughly. Their hands roamed each other with desp
eration. He offered no resistance as she tugged his t-shirt over his head and tossed it aside.
The tips of her fingers burned a trail along his already heated skin as she reached to unfasten his jeans. Slipping her hand inside, she pulled his rock-hard length free. The possessive strokes she used on his shaft built his desire and need to a fiery, dangerous level. As she lay beneath him, Dax dipped his head to pluck her nipple between his lips. Growling against her breast, he grinned again as Kendall’s body shuddered.
“Please,” she whimpered.
In the palm of her hand she held his stiff length. After a moment of stroking him, she guided his tip to her wet opening. Nestled between her thighs, he slowly pushed himself inside her. Kendall’s fingers clutched the cheeks of his ass, pulling him roughly against her, impaling herself fully on his thick, hard shaft. Dax felt desperation.
Unable to control his need as she massaged his cheeks, his hips thrust against her, sliding his cock as deep as he could inside her.
“Kendall,” he moaned when he felt her cunt fist his cock as she again reached culmination. Wrapping her legs around his hips, she met his commanding strokes as he pushed her over the edge. “Ah yes, baby, yes,” he continued to encourage her.
The final thread of his control broke as her body milked him to his pinnacle. Stroking inside her wet heat thrice more, he emptied himself deeply within her. Calling out her name as spurt after spurt of his release coated her channel, he collapsed atop her heaving bosom.
The two lay struggling for breath for many moments.
A puff of air blew over the left cheek of his ass before something warm and smooth pressed against his flesh. “What the…” Lifting his head, Dax glanced over his shoulder to see Eddie preparing to poke him a second time with his snout. “Hey, pal, back off.” He chuckled, and Kendall giggled.
After bathing in the hot spring and making love a second time, they lay in each other’s arms under the warmth of the afternoon sun, in complete and utter satisfaction.
* * * *
Waking around dusk, Kendall and Dax dressed and rode back to her home. After tending to the horses, they made dinner together and ate outside on the porch swing.
As darkness descended around them, Dax held Kendall close, his arm around her, her head resting against his shoulder. Holding his woman in his arms, her scent encompassing him soothingly, he was content. Her confident carefree attitude was refreshing, invigorating and exhilarated him. The relaxed, non-complex life Kendall lived, Dax found exciting.
In two short days he’d encountered incredible empowering pleasures in such simple experiences. Like the feeling of freedom riding a horse though the woods, and then grooming the beast afterward to cool him down, both of which were more than relaxing.
A simple task of preparing a meal together gave him a sense of belonging he had never felt. Never had he made love with a beautiful woman outside, under the warmth of the sun, with a gentle breeze caressing their heated skin, perspiration glistening on their flesh.
The woman in his arms was a passionate lover. Giving, confident and unafraid to take what she wanted as she shared herself with him. He’d never met a woman like Kendall before and he knew his family would adore her. A zest for life surrounded her and the magnetic personality she possessed seeped in to those around her. He knew damn well others could not help but be affected by her; Christ, Dax himself felt like a new man just being in her presence. He’d become a better man simply by meeting her. Kendall’s enthusiasm was infectious; and he couldn’t believe that in such a short period of time, he was losing himself completely to this woman. Since arriving at her garage two days earlier, he hadn’t particularly given his life back home a second thought.
Enjoying the incredibly tranquil surroundings of Kendall’s home, Kendall’s company, was exactly how Dax envisioned spending the rest of his life. He’d had enough of big city living, was tired of the fucking stress-filled days, nights and weekends that were his life. He no longer felt like an individual. Actually, as he thought about it, he realized he’d never truly known individuality. Loyal to his father, eager to please his parents at the very cost of losing himself, dedicated to a law firm he’d never wanted to be a part of. Dax no longer wanted to keep up with the rat race. He just didn’t have it in him anymore.
He wondered if he ever really did.
Sure, he found great peace in designing, and it angered him that he had to keep his dream a secret or risk losing the love and affection of his father.
Enjoying the cool night air, Dax made an important life-altering decision at that moment as they sat on the front porch swing of his adorable mechanic’s home. However, his excitement was short-lived as he found himself wondering about the woman at his side. He had no idea what her future plans were. Was she even interested in seeing where a relationship with him may lead? Or was she content just to live her quiet, uncomplicated life in peace?
Knowing all too well, a future involving the Winslow family would be anything but quiet and uncomplicated, Dax wasn’t sure he could do that to his Kendall.
Chapter 7
“Come on,” Kenny called out from the front door of her home. “Let’s go.”
She smiled as Dax appeared around the corner looking incredibly handsome. However, at the moment, he also appeared nervous, just a hair short of panic. Cardboard tubes containing his designs were tucked under one arm as he fought with a duffel bag.
Feeling his nervousness as if it were her own, Kenny’s heart ached, knowing this meeting meant more to him than the one for his father’s law firm, two days earlier.
This meeting defined him as an individual. She knew that. Dax confessed that although he’d successfully sold several designs in the past, this project would be the largest. The conglomerate of physicians was prepared to pay him an obscene amount of money for his design and wanted him to personally oversee the construction of the building.
Stuffing his tubes into the pack, he glanced over at her with a lopsided grin. “I think I’m ready, and nervous as hell.”
“What?” Resting her hands on her hips, Kenny looked at him with surprise. “Why are you nervous?”
“Because I told you, you’ve got me off balance, baby.” Closing the distance between them, Dax wrapped his arms around her and kissed her with hunger. “You’ve got my head spinning. I can’t even think about my proposal.” He finished by sliding his hand down her back and over her left butt cheek. After a gentle squeeze, he gave it a sound slap.
Startled by his rough play, she jumped. It didn’t scare her, quite the opposite in fact.
“Get it together, Winslow. You’re a big scary attorney and an even more talented architectural designer. I’ve see those designs.” She pointed to the duffel bag he held in his hand. “They’re fantastic, and you’re going to knock those doctors’ socks off with your creativity. You, sir, are worth your weight in gold.” She chuckled and kissed his full lips. “Now, get that fine ass moving, Winslow. You are not going to be late for your meeting on my watch.” With a smack on Dax’s derrière, Kenny pushed him outside.
The meeting was two counties over from Milton Ville and fortunately she had a good idea where he needed to be. They mounted her Harley and were on the road. Within forty-five minutes, they pulled up to a vacant field, where a half dozen other vehicles were parked.
After dismounting and removing his helmet, Dax took a deep breath. Raking his fingers through his hair, he then pulled his tubes from the duffel bag. Kenny stood silently watching Dax prepare himself. He exuded confidence. When he noticed her watching him intently, he grinned.
“What?” His deep, sexy chuckle made her shiver.
“Good luck, Dax. Although I don’t think you’re going to need it.”
“You’re not coming over?”
“Well no, I wasn’t going to. I don’t want to interfere.” As Kenny patted the seat of her bike, she added, “Go ahead. I’ll wait right here for you.”
“Oh, no you don’t.” He grabbed her hand,
pulling her to her feet. “In every other area of my world, you’ve got me off balance, honey, but when it comes to business, you have this natural ability to keep me in line. Let’s go, your presence will keep me level.”
Not wanting to throw him off, she followed behind as they made their way toward the crowd of men conversing on the other side of the cars.
* * * *
“Gentlemen, good morning,” Dax said as they approached the group. “Dax Winslow, and allow me to introduce my assistant, Ms. Kendall Zurich.”
“Good morning, Ms. Zurich, it’s a pleasure. Mr. Winslow, it’s nice to finally meet you,” one of the men said, offering his hand. “This isn’t the most conventional place to hold a meeting, but we thought you’d like to see the site for yourself.”
Dax chuckled to himself. No, it sure wasn’t.
The law firm spared no expense when it came to making a client comfortable during their appointment. But in the middle of the vacant field, there were no hollering jilted lovers, no one threatening ‘you’ll never see your children again’. They weren’t seated in a conference room, hashing out assets and squabbling over debt. There wasn’t a crystal pitcher in the middle of a boardroom table, no hundred dollar Montblanc pens atop the highly polished surface. Most importantly, no judge, no witness stand and no bailiff. Around him now, there was no arguing, no pussy-footing, just the serenity and peacefulness of the glorious outdoors.
Dax found himself thinking how easily he could adjust to the laidback lifestyle here. He saw himself conducting all future business meetings just like this one. Out in the wide open spaces. In fact, he’d insist on it.
The man before him introduced himself as Dr. Roland Wagner and took a few minutes to introduce the other men. In total there were six doctors, two lawyers, an engineer, and four separate contractors in the group.
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