Choosing Rose (Other World Series Book Six)

by Ramona Gray

  “You’re one of his men. Are you returning from the war?”

  “Aye.”

  “So it is true, the war is over.” She glanced at him again. “What of the Lord Enderson? Does he still live?”

  “Why do you ask that?”

  “Because the rumour is that he died in the last days of the war. Did he?”

  “No. He will be home shortly.”

  She mulled that over for a moment. “Lord Barten will be thrilled.”

  He frowned at the obvious sarcasm in her voice. “What do you mean by that, girl?”

  “Nothing.” She stared up at him again. He was one of the largest men she’d ever seen, which was saying a lot considering how big the men were in this area. His face was nearly hidden behind a long, bushy beard and his hair was past his shoulders. It was wild and thick, the sides held back with a small piece of leather, and she could see small bits of leaves stuck in it. She could barely see his mouth beneath the overgrown beard, but she had no problem seeing the scar that started at his hairline and coursed down his face, disappearing beneath the thick coating of hair that covered his jaw. It had just missed his left eye and she flushed a little when she realized he was staring at her mouth, his light green eyes darkening with an emotion she easily recognized.

  Quickly, she turned around, her heart beating frantically in her chest, as he bent his head into her throat and inhaled.

  “You smell good, girl.” His voice had deepened into a thick purr. Whether it was his voice or the way his hard hand was rubbing her belly slowly and gently, an ache, one that she had thought was gone forever, started up in her lower belly.

  “Thank you, my lord. Would you please untie me now?”

  “It has been a long time since I have been this close to a woman.” He placed a gentle kiss on her throat.

  She shivered, ignoring the surprising pleasure she felt at the touch of his mouth against her skin. “Do you always grope women you have just met, my lord?”

  “Not always.”

  She bit back the laughter at his reply. She was shocked by her sudden need for the man who had saved her life. Was it because she had come so close to being raped and murdered by the men in the woods? Was her relief at being unharmed, thanks to the man behind her, bringing out her need? Or simply the fact that she’d been alone for so long? She had no idea, but it would not do to let him even have a hint that she was finding his touch pleasing.

  He slid his hand up her ribcage and very carefully cupped her breast with one large hand, rubbing his thumb over the nipple.

  “You should stop, my lord. You saw what happened to the last men who touched me by force.” She hated how breathless and needy she sounded. She didn’t want to be attracted to him.

  He grunted. “Aye, I did. You are lucky I showed up when I did.”

  “I would have been fine.” She blushed a little at her obvious and foolish lie.

  He laughed, a rich, warm sound that made her whole body tingle. “Aye, perhaps. You did seem rather adept at kicking.

  “Although,” he said as her traitorous nipple hardened under his touch, “it does not feel like I will need to use force.”

  He kissed her neck again before kissing his way to her ear and sucking lightly on her earlobe. His beard tickled, and a little moan escaped her mouth.

  When he pulled on the string that laced her shirt closed, she told herself to object, to demand he not touch her. Instead, she arched her back as he unlaced it and pulled her shirt open, exposing her bare breasts to both his gaze and the cool air. He inhaled sharply at the sight of her large firm breasts. Her pink nipples hardened as he put his heavy thighs over hers, pinning her legs down against the sides of his horse.

  His horse neighed and sidestepped a bit and he patted it on the side of its large neck. It calmed and continued to pick its way through the trees as he cupped her left breast. He kneaded it gently before pulling on her nipple, smiling with satisfaction at her soft moan.

  He switched to the right breast, cupping and rubbing and lightly pinching her nipple until her back was arching. She turned her face toward him, pressing her lips against his. He immediately angled his mouth over hers and kissed her hard. She opened her mouth wide so that he could explore it with his tongue. He flicked his tongue against hers and when she timidly slipped her tongue into his mouth, he sucked hard on it, making her moan.

  He dropped the reins and used both hands to cup her breasts. He squeezed and rubbed them, pulling with rough fingers on both her nipples, and rubbing his crotch against her ass as she sighed and moaned. He licked her neck before sucking hard on it. The pressure of his mouth left a large red mark and he made a soft noise of satisfaction deep in his throat.

  “You seem to be enjoying my touch, sweet Elena,” he murmured into her ear.

  The sound of his deep voice broke the haze of desire that had enveloped her, and she squirmed against him, blushing furiously. What was she doing? She didn’t even know his name.

  Humiliated by her reaction to the stranger and her inability to resist his touch, she lied to him. “My lord, I belong to another. If he finds out that you -”

  “Where is your collar?”

  “I do not wear a collar. My – my man is secure enough that he does not require me to -”

  He laughed. “No man lets his woman go without a collar. If she shares his bed, she wears the collar that tells other men she belongs to him.”

  “He does not believe in such barbaric practices. He understands that women are not property to be -”

  She gasped when he slipped his hand under the waistband of her skirt and cupped her pussy. He gave a grunt of surprise at the feel of the soft hair between her legs.

  “Why do you have hair here?” He asked, his fingers stroking the soft curls.

  “Because I am a woman and not a little girl,” she snapped. She tried to move her legs out from under his, but it was impossible. He actually used his legs to push her legs back, spreading them further apart and giving him better access to her warmth.

  He rubbed a bit of her hair between his fingers. “Why do you not do what the other women do and remove your hair?”

  “Why should I? Because you would prefer it? It’s my body and I refuse to remove all the hair just to please a man.”

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  Traven grinned to himself. Elena had spirit and he loved how she reacted to his touch. He stroked the hair that covered her pussy again. After years of being with women who were shaved, or plucked, or waxed completely bare, the feel of her soft curls was an exciting change. His cock was so hard it was nearly painful, and he pressed it against her ass again. Her ass pressed back against him before she made a soft huff and glared at him.

  He placed a kiss on the tip of her nose before looking around. It was growing darker and he would have to find shelter for them soon. He was close enough to home to recognize the area and he frowned briefly, trying to remember the layout of the land. If he was correct, there were a series of small caves not far from here. One of them would provide enough shelter for the evening.

  He was still cupping her warm core, his fingers gently stroking the curls as she trembled against him. He made a sudden decision. If he gave her pleasure now, made her come, she would be more open to the idea of letting him fuck her later. He was going to fuck her tonight, he knew that as well as he knew his own name, but he needed her warm and willing. Showing her how easily he could make her come would be the fastest way to make that happen.

  He slid his index finger between her pussy lips and found her clit. He rubbed it with firm pressure and she stiffened against him before trying to back away from his hand. It pushed her ass into his cock and he groaned into her ear. Her clit was hardening and swelling under his touch and he pinched it lightly, grunting with satisfaction when she moaned, and her juices began to flow over his fingers.

  “I hate you,” she muttered.

  “Aye, I can feel how much you hate me.” He slid his finger easily inside of her.

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bsp; “Ohhh,” she sighed. Her pelvis thrust upward, and her bound hands squeezed the saddle horn. He slid his finger out and then added a second, pushing both of them inside her velvety core. Her pussy was very wet now, it sucked eagerly at his fingers, and he curled them inside of her and rubbed the front of her pussy wall with the tips of his fingers.

  “Oh my God!” She cried. Her wet walls clamped down around his fingers, trapping them inside of her and he groaned with delight at the thought of her doing that to his cock later. He pressed again, and her entire body trembled against him.

  “Does that feel good, Elena?” He whispered into her ear.

  “No!”

  He nipped her neck. “Do not lie to me. Do you like having my fingers in your pussy?” He licked her neck, soothing his earlier nip.

  “Yes,” she moaned, and he rewarded her honesty by rubbing her clit roughly with his thumb.

  She moaned again, letting her head fall back on his shoulder as he circled and rubbed her clit. She was growing close, he could see it in the way she was turning her head back and forth on his shoulder, in the way she was rubbing her lower body frantically against his hand, and he stopped touching her.

  She cried out in frustration. “My lord, please.”

  “Do you belong to another?”

  She didn’t answer, and he brushed her clit with the tip of his thumb while he pushed his fingers deeper inside of her. She gasped and jerked against him.

  “You said you have a man. Do you?”

  “Please touch me,” she whispered, and it took all of his willpower not to immediately do as she asked.

  “Tell me the truth. Is there another who touches you the way I am touching you now?” He rubbed her wet and swollen lips without touching the small pink nub nestled between them.

  “No,” she gasped, “there is no other – only you.”

  “Good.” He licked her mouth and she opened it immediately, sliding her tongue between his lips and exploring his warm mouth with frenzied abandonment.

  He moved his fingers in and out of her as he stroked her hard clit. He kept his mouth firmly planted on hers and swallowed her loud cry of pleasure when she suddenly stiffened and arched her back. She collapsed against him as wetness flooded his fingers.

  Spooked by her squirming, his horse tried to gallop forward. He tore his mouth away from hers and tugged on the reins with his free hand, returning the horse to a slow walk. He pulled his hand out from under her skirt and slipped his index finger into her mouth.

  “Suck.”

  She closed her mouth obediently around his finger, her small tongue licking and sucking it clean. He shuddered against her, his cock throbbing in his pants. He pulled his finger free of her mouth and sucked on his second finger. He tasted her on his tongue, groaning at her good, clean taste as she attempted to sit up.

  He pulled her back and cupped one bare breast, her nipple a hard little pearl against his palm, before he clicked his tongue to his horse and dug his heels into its sides. It quickened its pace and he kept his hand firmly around her breast as he searched the growing darkness.

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