by Leah Brooke
She couldn’t believe the attention to her ass could make her want to be taken there so badly, but desperation to have him fuck her ass soon overrode her trepidation.
Need melted away the last remnants of her embarrassment.
Lifting his head, J.W. groaned, a low, deep groan that seemed to rumble from deep inside him. “You’ve got the most gorgeous ass. Let’s get you lubed up real good, baby.”
Biting her lip against the sharp awareness in her bottom, she fisted her hands tighter in the bedding and pulled it toward her, a sob of hunger breaking free.
She felt the slight thud of the tube hitting the bed beside her and couldn’t stop clenching her ass, her entire body shaking hard with anticipation and nerves. A sob escaped, and then another, the need more than she could handle.
J.W. seemed to realize that she’d become overwhelmed because he stretched out on the bed beside her, his eyes narrowed with concern. “You’re so damned passionate, aren’t you, baby? I try to go slow with you so that I don’t scare you or hurt you, but a lot of foreplay just works you into a frenzy, doesn’t it? Do you have any idea how exciting it is to me to arouse you, then calm you again before taking your arousal higher?”
“It’s pissing me off. Take me, damn it!”
“So demanding.” Smiling, he pulled her close, one arm sliding beneath her head, his hand tangling in her hair while his other hand brushed against her bottom. “You excite me in so many ways, ways that you probably couldn’t even guess.”
He just held her for several minutes, telling her the entire time how much he wanted her and how special she was to him.
“I’ve never wanted like this before.” He nuzzled her lips. “You challenge me on so many levels. I can’t seem to get enough of you.”
His lips traced over her cheek. “The way I want you scares me sometimes. You get to me in ways I hadn’t expected.”
Bending his head to caress her shoulder with his lips, he smiled as he slid his other hand over her bottom to her puckered opening. “You were made for me, Lana.”
Gulping in air, Lana tried to look away, biting her lip at the feel of J.W.’s cold, slick finger pressing against her puckered opening.
Lying on his side next to her, he tightened his hand in her hair. “No. Don’t look away from me. I need to see your eyes.”
Unable to hold back a cry when he slid his finger deep, Lana reached for him, gripping his forearm. “J.W.!”
“Yes, baby.” He kissed her shoulder again, his gaze searching hers as he stroked his finger slowly in and out of her bottom. “I want to lube you good so I don’t hurt you.” His lips brushed hers. “Don’t worry, baby. I won’t go deep. Just enough, darlin’.”
His slow strokes had her toes curling again, and before she even realized it, she was rocking her hips in time to his strokes.
Without meaning to, she spread her legs wider, her low moans and cries muffled against J.W.’s forearm. “Enough f-for what?”
“Enough to give you a kind of pleasure you can’t imagine. Enough to make you mine.” Watching her closely, he took his time, pressing his fingers against her inner walls, stretching her, the slight burn heightening the awareness there to a fever pitch. “Enough to take you in a way that will increase the intimacy between us.”
Lana smiled and lifted her head closer to his, sucking in breath after breath as he continued to move his finger inside her ass. “I can’t imagine feeling closer to anyone than I feel to you.”
“I’m gonna make sure it stays that way.” He covered her mouth with his, taking it in a kiss filled with passion and possession, adding another finger and stretching her wider.
Breathless, she clung to him, her breath catching when he kissed her again and rose, sliding his fingers free. Trembling and struck by her defenseless position, she found herself reaching back for him, a sob escaping when she heard the rip of foil. “J.W.?”
Her bottom clenched, the incredible need for attention there not to be denied.
It felt so sinful to crave his cock there, but nothing mattered except satisfying the hunger he’d created inside her.
The desire to have him take her ass sharpened unbelievably, becoming almost agony.
Whimpering against the pillow, she shook helplessly, the intensity of her arousal bringing tears to her eyes. “J.W.! I c–can’t stand it. It’s s–so erotic.”
He took her hand in his, squeezing gently. “You’re okay. You’re with me, remember?”
“How could I forget? Oh God! It aches there. It—oh!” Stiffening when the head of his cock pressed against her puckered opening, Lana threw her head back, sucking in breath after breath and blowing out slowly as he started to press his cock into her.
Nothing had ever felt so intimate. So sexual.
With a firm hand at her hip, J.W. ran his other hand down her back. “Easy, baby. Nice and slow.”
His gravelly voice sent a ripple of erotic pleasure over her skin, the pressure against her bottom hole making her more desperate to have him fill her.
“Please! Oh God! It burns.” She gasped when the tight ring of muscle gave way, crying out as the head of his cock pushed into her.
So hot.
So thick.
As hard as iron, his cock forced her inner walls to stretch and make the tingling heat even hotter.
She felt so incredibly full, but amazingly, wanted more.
“Easy, Lana. Just a little more.” His deep voice rippled over her, the tension in it heightening the erotic tension.
“J.W.! Oh God!” Sucking in breath after breath, Lana fisted her hands tighter, struggling to adapt to the feel of something so intensely intimate, and rocked her hips in a frantic attempt to take him deeper.
With a curse, J.W. gripped her hips. “Stop it. I’m not taking you deep the first time I take your ass.” Bending over her, he pushed his cock a little deeper, his hand on her abdomen holding her against him.
His other hand slid through her hair to her face, cupping her jaw to turn her head toward him, his finger pressing at her bottom lip. “You make me want you so damned much.” Pressing his lips against the side of her mouth, he nibbled softly. “But no matter how much I want you, you’re not getting any more than I want to give you.” The hand pressed against her abdomen shifted slightly. “Nice and slow. We’ve got all the time in the world.”
He withdrew until just the head of his cock remained inside her, a firm finger slipping between her folds to caress her clit just as he pushed his cock a little deeper. “You’re so damned sexy. Beautiful. Sweet. I’m going to do everything I can to keep you.”
With the heat of him wrapped around her, inside her, Lana cried out, fighting to turn her head toward his. “J.W., please. Ohhh!”
She turned her head as far as she could toward him, stunned at the raw sexuality of his lovemaking.
Her clit felt swollen, tingling hotly at his attention there.
Her ass burned, forced to stretch to accommodate the few inches of cock he gave her, the need to have him deeper so excitingly primitive that she fought madly to get more.
Holding her jaw in his big hand, he rained open-mouthed kisses from her lips to her cheek and then to her shoulder and back again. “No. I know you want more, but you can’t have it yet.”
His hand at her abdomen held her steady for his slow, shallow thrusts, his finger firmly caressing her soaked clit, making it burn.
Pushing against him, she parted her thighs wider. “Please. Oh God. I’m gonna come. More.”
“You’ll get it soon enough. All mine. Come for me. Your ass is clenching all around me, squeezing me tight. Do you like knowing that you make me insane to have you? Come. Come with me fucking your tight ass.”
Lana stood no chance of refusing him.
Nothing on earth had ever felt so incredible.
Nothing else had ever sent her spiraling out of control and sobbing at the loss of the last remnants of control.
He flung her off the edge with a groan, his cock pr
essing another inch or two deeper before he stilled inside her.
Her orgasm forced her to clench on him, sob after sob escaping at the tight, burning sensation as his cock pulsed inside her.
She wanted it deeper.
“That’s it. Yes, baby. Let go. I knew that you were as passionate as I’d suspected the first time I kissed you.” J.W. kept his finger moving slowly on her clit, dragging out the pleasure until she began to sob in earnest as the pleasure kept rolling through her.
“J.W.!”
“Yes, baby.” Straightening, he lifted her against him until she knelt at the edge of the bed. “I’m here. I’ve got you.” Sliding his fingers from her folds, he rubbed her abdomen, tilting her head back against his chest and staring down at her, a strange look in his eyes. “I’ll always be here for you.” His smile held a hint of tension. “I’m afraid you’re stuck with me now.”
“Hmm. We’ll see. You’ll probably get sick of me.”
Easing his cock from her, he carried her into the bathroom. “Not a chance.”
* * * *
Minutes later, he stretched out next to her, smiling at her struggle to keep her eyes open. “Just go to sleep, baby.”
She looked more relaxed and less sleep-deprived every day, but she still had a long way to go.
She’d also begun to gain some weight she desperately needed, but he thought it wise not to mention that.
Curling against him, she gripped his hand. “Thanks for leaving the bathroom light on.”
“You’re welcome. Do you want me to turn on the light in the closet?” He worried that the fact that she slept in a strange bed would keep her awake, but she hadn’t even taken the baseball bat out of the closet where she’d put it.
“No. There’s ’nuff light.”
Smiling at her groggy tone, he lifted her hand to his lips, kissing the inside of her wrist where the scar remained from her surgery.
He hadn’t noticed until she’d showed him that there was a similar scar on the other side where the pin they’d used to repair it had gone all the way through.
He’d give half his ranch to have five minutes alone with the man who’d done this to her.
Just when he’d thought she’d fallen asleep, she stirred. “J.W.?”
The air conditioner had cooled the room considerably, so he pulled the blanket back up to cover her shoulder. “Yes, baby?”
“Did you remember to lock up?”
“Always.”
“’kay.”
In the semi-darkness, J.W. smiled.
She trusted him.
It was a huge step—one of many he would take with her.
Chapter Twelve
J.W. woke early, as usual, taking the time to watch Lana sleep. The new habit gave him an enormous sense of satisfaction, one that carried him throughout the day.
Although dawn hadn’t yet come, the light from the bathroom allowed him to see her features, flushed with sleep, and her dark hair in a tangle on his pillow and across his chest.
Smiling at the memory of her passion the night before, he ran his fingertips down her arm, frowning to find it chilled.
They both preferred to sleep in a cold room, but Lana had the tendency to throw off covers and cuddle against him for warmth.
She’d gone all night without having a nightmare, or even waking.
Pleased to have her in his home at last, he promised himself that he’d do everything he could to keep her there.
This was now her home, too, but he had a feeling he had a tough road to travel before she’d admit it.
Afraid that she’d have a nightmare if he left her alone in the dark, J.W. decided to wake her in a way that would ensure that she would think about him all day.
* * * *
Lana’s own moan woke her, and it took only a split second to realize that her body hummed with arousal. The feel of a warm tongue sliding through her slit drew another moan from her, and when she instinctively tried to close her thighs, she was shocked to find her legs spread and hooked over J.W.’s wide shoulders beneath the covers.
Unable to see him, she automatically reached for the covers to expose him, only to find that he held her wrists in his strong hands, making it impossible to move them.
She had no defense against him, bending to his will and, still half-asleep, far past the point of no return.
Swells of ecstasy washed over her, so strong that the tingling heat went from her toes to her cheeks. “J.W.!” The waves of release crashed, flinging her into a world of pleasure with J.W. as her guide.
He guided her through it with a sense of purpose and adventure that drove her wild, his seemingly endless patience and imagination making it a world she never wanted to leave.
Lifting his head, he released her hands and shoved the covers aside, working her clit with his callused thumb as he smiled up at her. “Good morning, baby.”
Reaching for him, she smiled then frowned to see that he was already dressed for the day. “Good morning. Why are you dressed? Come back to bed.”
Still manipulating her clit, J.W. rose over her, bending to kiss her deeply before untangling her arms from around her neck and straightening again. “I’ve got to get to work, honey. I’ll be home for lunch. You can come riding with me this afternoon.”
Getting to her knees, she slid her hands to his shoulders, her clit feeling swollen and heavy. “I don’t ride. Alice will be coming soon. Why don’t you take those clothes off and come back to bed?”
J.W. smiled. “That the most tempting offer I’ve ever had.” Threading his hands through her hair, he brushed his lips over hers. “The vet’s on his way. I’ve got to go meet with him. I just didn’t want you to have a nightmare and wake up alone.”
Lana sighed and laid her head against his chest. “Stop babying me. I hate being a burden to you.”
Wrapping his arms around her, he pressed his lips to her hair. “You’re not a burden at all. Having you here pleases me more than you can imagine, and knowing that being with me keeps the nightmares away humbles me. Your trust humbles me. I want you to move in here with me.”
Shaking her head, she lifted it from his chest to look up at him. “It’s too new, J.W. I want to keep my apartment. I hate being afraid. I just need to get past this on my own.”
Sliding his hands over her hair, he frowned. “No. You don’t. You can get past this, but there’s no reason you have to do it alone.”
Blowing out a breath, she reached for her robe. “I can’t keep leaning on you.”
“Yes, baby. You can.” Smiling, he ran his hands through her hair again, pushing it back from her face. “You won’t always need to, but it’s important to me—and for you—to know that you can. How does your bottom feel? Are you sore?”
Lana’s face burned, unable to believe he could talk about it in the light of day. “No. Not really. It’s just…there. Is nothing off-limits to you?”
Smiling at that, J.W. cupped her breasts, his thumbs sliding over her nipples. “Not when it concerns you. Fucking your ass should have made that apparent. Awareness in your bottom, huh, darlin’?”
Lana pushed at him, unable to hold back a smile, despite her embarrassment. “You could say that.”
Dropping a kiss on her lips, he patted her ass. “Good. It’ll keep you thinking about me. Remind you who you belong to. I’ll see you around noon. I’ll have Alice pack a lunch for us.”
“Don’t do that. I can do it.”
“Okay, but I have a big appetite.”
Pressing her breasts against his chest, she smiled. “I’ve noticed, but you seem determined to fight it. You don’t let me satisfy that appetite as often as I’d like to.”
J.W. smiled and slid his hands over her again before turning away. “You will. This is all new to you. You’re still recovering from a damned assault, Lana. Having you here and giving you pleasure is enough for now.”
Reaching out, she tugged his sleeve. “What if it’s not enough for me? What if it’s just as important
to me to know that I can satisfy you and give you the kind of raw sex you claim to need?”
Taking her hands in his, he kissed her palms “You give me what I need. I won’t risk hurting you by being rough. If I gave you more nightmares, I’d never forgive myself.”
“You really are made of iron, aren’t you?” Lana followed him to the doorway, shoving her arms into the sleeves of her robe and tying the belt with jerky movements. “You turn me inside out, but you can resist me without any effort at all.”
J.W.’s jaw clenched, his eyes darkening. “You think it’s easy to stop when I want you so damned badly that it’s actually painful?”
She started around the bed and past him, stopping abruptly when J.W. caught her arm. Glaring up at him, she tugged her arm from his hold, fully aware that she could only because he allowed it. “Well, it sure as hell seems like you don’t have any trouble at all walking away from me.”
Smiling inwardly, she plotted ways to make him want her as much as she wanted him. She caught glimpses of dark intent in his eyes, especially when she challenged him, and she couldn’t let him get away with keeping that part of him contained.
She’d crack that iron control of his no matter what it took.
J.W.’s eyes narrowed to slits, a muscle working in his jaw. “Get dressed. You’re coming with me.”
“Kiss. My. Ass.”
Dark intent flashed in his eyes, disappearing almost immediately, but she’d seen it.
Like a snake striking, he was on her before she moved. Spinning her around, he positioned her on her belly on the bed, lifting her robe out of the way and planting a hard kiss on her ass cheek. Rising again, he wrapped his arms around her from behind and lifted her against him. “Now, get ready. Alice will have breakfast ready, and you’re going to eat something before we head out.”
A giggle escaped before she could swallow it. “Damn it, J.W.!”
“Baby, I’m willing to kiss your ass anytime. Come on. I want to show you the ranch.”
