by Maree, Kay
“Fuck, babe, this shit can’t happen,” he growls out.
Taking up the space between us, his warm calloused hand cups the side of my neck, tilting my face up to his with his thumb on my chin.
“What?” I blurt.
“These fucking shorts to start with,” he growls, running the tip of his finger across the hemline. Goosebumps automatically pebble across my thigh.
“It’s hot,” I manage to get out as if that will fix what the hell is happening right now.
“I bet if I bend you over one of these tables that sweet heart-shaped ass of yours would be very fucking close to spilling out of that tight denim.
“That seems painted on your fucking skin and nobody sees that shit but me,” he grounds out.
Completely ignoring my comment about it being hot, his hold on my neck gets harder, his fingers flexing against the base of my skull as his other hand squeezes my ass.
He pulls me into him and a gasp escapes my mouth, feeling him hot and hard up against me.
My body tries to fight against the zinging pleasure racing through me at his possessive hold but it’s no use and before I can say anything his lips hit mine in a hard kiss, the feeling of his tongue brushing across my bottom lip enticing me to open for him has my head going foggy.
I don’t even try to stop it as I open my mouth, his tongue slides across mine, my body melts into him as I go up on my tiptoes.
My hands move on their own accord, travelling up his hard chest before locking around his neck.
So much passion pours through the kiss.
The simple swipe of his tongue against mine has any thought of fighting him dissipate around us.
I just let go, giving him the control he's chasing.
A deep growl rumbles between us as a moan slips up my throat and before I realise what is happening, he lifts me by the ass, my ankles lock behind his lower back.
My own back hits something hard all the while his kiss takes everything from me.
After what feels like forever he pulls back both of us breathing hard as he rests his forehead against mine, his heated breath fans across my face and I can’t even stop the whimper that explodes from me as he grinds his hard cock against my aching pussy. I wouldn’t be surprised if the wetness currently soaking through my panties isn’t showing on my shorts.
“You have me all fucked up Little Mare and all I want to do is put you on all fours, rope your hands to my bed while I spank this ass to a nice shade of pink,” he finishes on that smooth whiskey whisper voice that has my craving for him coming back full force.
“About time you got your ass here, son,” I hear June call out, making Nash chuckle.
“No more games Mum.” He pecks my lips again.
“Lucas nearly met his maker today,” he calls back, not taking his eyes from mine.
“Noted,” she laughs and I feel my face heat at what she is looking at right now.
Me pinned to the wall and hanging off her son like a sloth.
I have no clue what they are talking about.
But right now, I couldn’t give two shits as embarrassment washes through me.
“How embarrassing,” I whisper as I drop my head to his chest.
Nash nudges my head back up with his nose making me giggle, lifting my head I keep my eyes closed not sure I want to see what's swimming in those eyes of his.
“Look at me, Little Mare,” he whispers so smoothly.
Slowly cracking my eyes open, seeing a gorgeous smile spreading across his lips and that little dimple winking at me.
“I know we don’t know each other very well but I want to, I want to know everything about you.
Something inside me has been pulling me towards you since you got here yesterday and I don’t want to fight it.”
“I-I don’t know if I can,” I stutter, dropping my eyes, needing to try and get some space between us because I need to process what the hell just happened.
“Don’t be scared,” he gruffs out.
Letting me drop my feet back to the ground.
Earl’s words from earlier whirl through me.
I have to brace my hand against the bench beside us, needing to get my bearings.
“I can’t help it. I don’t have a lot left in me these days to risk losing anymore,” I murmur feeling my eyes glass over hating every one of the words as they leave my mouth, every one of them leaving a bitter taste behind instead of the fresh mint from Nash’s kiss.
“Don’t cry,” he runs a finger under my eye collecting the tears before they have a chance to fall and it’s the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me.
I open my mouth to speak, but he places a finger over my lips to stop me.
“Give it a bit of time to sink in but Cora whatever you came here looking for I’ll help you because at the end of this week you are going to have no questions about the fact you are mine and I ain’t gonna let you go without a fight.” His lips hit mine for a second time, sending my head off into the clouds once more.
I try to stay in the moment but the touch of his soft lips leaves mine after only a few seconds.
I’m so scared of these feelings, emotions running through me, I don’t open my eyes straight away.
After a few deep breaths, I let them open again, but he is nowhere to be seen.
My heart twists at the knowledge I let him walk away, but right now in this very moment I need time to process what the hell just happened.
Flicking my eyes around the room, June is standing there with a bright smile on her face.
“Told you you were meant for my son. I knew it the minute he saved you from falling out of Lou’s truck.
“The moment his eyes connected with yours just sealed the deal,” she winks before heading back to the bar, leaving me still trying to catch my breath.
I push back into the wall harder so I don’t hit the floor in a confused mass of liquid.
Holy shit, that man can kiss and I can’t even think about his possessive touch that sends my heart flying into my throat.
I have two decisions to make.
I can either run back home with my tail between my legs pretending these past two days never happened or stay the course and risk losing more of myself to a man that may actually want what I have to give for once.
But will he hold on with both hands and cherish every minute, or throw it all away the minute he gets bored with me?
Decisions... Decisions... Is he worth the risk?
I had to get the fuck out of there before I took her ass up against the wall I had her pinned to.
The way her body melted into mine sent fire pumping through my veins, wanting everything she had to give me.
Possession ran through me like a hot blade through butter as I internally thanked whoever sent her here to me.
Then when her body folded to my mouth’s silent commands to let go and her fingers crawled up my chest, leaving a trail of fire in their wake had my body tightening ready for release.
Her delicate fingers were twisting through my hair at the back of my neck, her nails scraping against the sensitive skin, making my whole body shudder.
My fingers reflexively flexed and my kiss got harder needing her to yield to me completely and as if I flicked an invisible switch inside her her mouth began mimicking my every move.
We were in complete sync but the minute there was space between us I saw the barrier being built back up around her and it tore at my heart.
When those tears gathered in the corners of her mood ring eyes it fucking gutted me.
I knew I played my hand too early but walking in there seeing those guys’ eyes on her delectable ass had everything inside me firing ready to cut out their fucking eyes.
“Fuck,” I grit out slamming my palm against the steering wheel I wanted to bring her home with me.
I didn’t want her walking around that bar with those short as fuck denim shorts on, a black tank top that moulded to her every
perfect curve, black cowboy boots and her dark hair up in a high pony and all I wanted to do was wrap it around my fist and pull until she moaned for more.
All that was missing was a black Stetson and all my fantasies would have come to life, but fuck if I need any other guy thinking the same damn thing.
Pulling to the side of the road, I take in some much-needed air.
It's hot as hell out here so her wearing shorts is reasonable but it still doesn’t tamper down my jealousy.
“Shit.” I went in there like a bull in a china shop no wonder she was off balance.
I didn’t even give her a chance to stop me from kissing her, but that mouth has been driving me fucking crazy.
Ever since they were wrapped around that fucking fork at dinner last night and I couldn’t help taking it.
I thought one taste would tamper down my need for her, but fuck was I wrong.
She tasted like chocolate and coffee and with her scent of wildflowers surrounding me; I wanted to stay in that moment forever staking my claim.
Show every fucking male in town that she was mine, but I think I pushed her too hard, too fast.
A kernel of unease sits like lead in the pit of my stomach, worried I may have pushed her too far.
What if she ups and leaves?
Shaking my head, I try not to think about that.
The reality of that has my chest tightening, rubbing my palm against the spot I need to somehow fix this but if I go back there now I don’t think I could control myself any better than what I have already done.
“Fuck.” I need another plan and I think I have an idea on how to get her to see I may push hard but I mean every word I say.
Looking in my rearview mirror, I quickly do a U-turn heading back towards town.
I just need a little more time and I hope to fuck she is willing to give it to me.
“Where the hell have you been all afternoon?” Dad calls out as I get out of my truck.
Looking down at my watch, I realise It’s nearly five o’clock.
“I had some shit to do,” I grunt.
Reaching over, I snatch up the large brown paper bag off the passenger side floor.
He doesn't need to know I travelled into Roma to get something for my Little Mare.
“Well, you sure as shit weren’t at the pub,” his lips twitch telling me mum spilled the beans and told him everything.
Shaking my head, I try not to laugh.
“I had to take a trip into Roma,” is all I say, inwardly cursing myself for letting that slip out.
Heading up my front steps wanting to put my purchases away.
Before he can ask why or start the Spanish inquisition, I keep speaking.
“Is Mum and Cora home already?” I ask, trying to change the subject.
“Cora got dropped off about half an hour ago and your mum is on her way.”
That gives me pause and I cock an eyebrow at the old man, telling him without words he better start talking.
“Not long after you left the pub Jack turned up after your mum introduced them to each other it came out that she only got here yesterday, and he offered to show her around town.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I grit out.
Jack Barnes is a fucking man-whore and has basically been with every single woman in town, and to know my Little Mare spent the afternoon with him after I staked my claim has jealousy burning through me.
“Where is she?”
“She’s inside having a bath, don’t worry son after that performance in the beer garden today I’m sure everyone with a dick knows Cora is yours.” He laughs.
“Now your mother will be home soon, are you joining us for dinner?” he quirks a dark brow at me.
“Yep,” I clip, trying not to think about her delectable body all soaped up, her hands gliding over the smoothest skin I have ever felt.
Would she think of the way I held her while she washed herself? I wonder.
A low hum vibrates through my chest at the simple image of one delicate little hand sliding over her breast, down the curve of her belly before slowly rubbing slow circles over a hard little clit. My cock pushes painfully against the zipper of my jeans, making me grit my teeth.
Then a thought hits me.
What if it wasn’t me she was picturing?
What if it was that fuck bag Jack Barnes?
Shaking my head, trying to dislodge that thought.
Dad smirks at me as if he knows what I’m thinking about before turning back towards his house.
“This shit ain’t funny. You know that fucker’s reputation,” I call out to his retreating back.
“I know,” is all he says.
“What the fuck is there for her to see in this town, anyway?” I grumble, making him chuckle, throwing up his hands as if to say I don’t know, but he doesn’t stop to answer me.
If this is another way to fuck with my head, they are too late because the minute she fell into my arms yesterday, the future I had already planned out went to shit.
Pushing my front door open, I place the bag in my hands just inside the door, so I can knock some of the dust off my jeans.
A scream filters through the air, sending chills racing across my skin as my heart squeezes in my chest.
Cora
Taking off at a dead run towards the back of my parents’ house knowing the bathroom with the bathtub in it is on the bottom floor with a door that leads out the back.
Coming to a screeching stop, seeing her wild eyes bouncing around the room with the shower curtain wrapped tight around her.
I try not to chuckle as I see what scared the shit out of her.
My mum's chickens and a few of the ducks have wandered in.
“Babe, my dad should have told you to lock this door.
Otherwise, you may end up with some visitors.” I bite my lip.
Trying really fucking hard not to laugh my ass off.
Moving slowly so as not to scare her even more, I grip the side of her neck.
Her eyes slowly slide to lock with mine and have me sucking in a deep breath as they go from wild to soft the minute they connect.
Her head tilts slightly and the cool wet strands of her hair slide against my burning skin, her skin softer now after soaking in the hot water, but those eyes yet again hold me captive.
“Everything alright in there?” my father's voice rings out, cutting through the moment.
“I’m fine. Mr Steel, I’m sorry if I scared you,” Cora calls out looking anywhere but at me now as if just realizing the only thing covering her is the shower curtain, pulling it tighter around herself.
“I got this old man,” I called out.
“Right. Well, your mother just turned up so dinner will be ready in about half an hour.” I hear his footsteps heading back down the hallway.
“I’m sorry, Nash.
I was relaxing and had my eyes closed but then something hit the water and when I snapped them open, it was like a bird invasion in here and scared the crap out of me,” she laughs, shaking her head, making me laugh.
“Why don’t you jump out and get dried off while I try to maneuver them outside.”
My thumb has been rubbing small circles into her soft cheek this whole time, not willing to break the contact just yet.
She leans into my touch and I watch as her throat works on a deep swallow and all I want to do is lap at the water droplets running down the slight curve of her neck leading down to her full breasts.
“Okay,” she squeaks out before clearing her throat.
“Would you mind giving me a minute to get dressed and then come help me get them outside? I’m not scared of them; it was just unexpected.”
“Of course,” I murmur a breath away from her lips, her bottom lip quivers as if wanting the touch of my lips then her tongue swipes across the plush bottom one making it glisten in the afternoon sun streaming in through the backdoor.
&n
bsp; Her breathing picks up speed washing over my face drawing me in more and I can’t hold back anymore closing the small distance between us I brush my lips over hers from left to right before pulling back wanting another taste.
I resist knowing I can’t afford to lose control again that light touch will have to do until later.
“After dinner, I have something I wanna show you,” I whisper, lifting my eyes to hers again.
“Okay,” her whispered words hit me in the chest.
“Good. Now get dressed before I completely lose my mind and say fuck it.
Slow is what you need and I vow to give you that, but you can only push a man like me so far before I snap,” I gruff out.
Stepping out of her space blowing out a deep hard breath as I turn for the door shooing some of the chickens out as I go.
“Nash?”
“Yeah.” I brace my hands against the doorframe, my fingers biting into the wood frame, not looking back because I’m on edge and my cock is hard as steel.
I don’t want to scare her more than I already have.
“Thank you.” I hear the smile in her soft words.
“Always,” I shoot back then I walk out closing the door behind me.
Slow is what she needs and even if it kills me, I will give her that…
“Ladies first,” Nash gruffs out, holding out his hand.
My fingers slide through his, an electric current rushes through me and since it’s pretty much the same feeling, I have every time he touches me.
I jump a little, still not used to it as my fingers begin to tingle.
Sucking it down, I start to climb the wooden ladder that leads up to the second level in the barn.
When he said he had something to show me, I was excited and nervous all at the same time, but over dinner, I relaxed as easy conversation flowed through the room.
When we exited the backdoor, the heat of his palm against my lower back guided me towards the barn.
The night was slowly starting overtaking the day, my nerves slowly started to slip back in as we slipped inside the near dark barn. A single light hanging from the roof at the back of the barn was on, and it was just enough light for us to see the old wooden ladder.
