Always On My Mind: A Bad Boy Rancher Love Story (The Dawson Brothers Book 1)

by Ali Parker

  "Oh, I'm going to..." she whispered and leaned over, her pretty lips sliding along the thickness of him.

  Another groan left him as she gagged softly, her fingers digging into his thighs just before she began to work him. He wanted it in the car, but this... this was much better. He would let her play around for a few minutes and then he would turn the tables on her game. His mouth watered at the thought, his mind losing its grip to depravity.

  Chapter 17

  The deep grunts rolling off of him were so wickedly delicious that she worked him harder, her hand and tongue moving in tandem with his thrusts. He hadn't a drop of modesty as he pressed his hands behind him and lifted up, giving her far more than she could possibly handle. She had gone in strong, wanting to show him what he was up against, but he was big - too big.

  "Fuck Lisa, that's so hot, baby."

  She glanced up at him as she squeezed his cock tightly at the base, her tongue flicking back and forth on his fat head. She smiled and sank her teeth carefully into him as she scratched at his sack. He growled loudly and looked up toward the ceiling as she started her assault again.

  He reached down and sunk his hand into her hair, wrapping his fingers around tightly and setting the pace he wanted for their sex. She groaned against him as her body lit on fire. Nothing turned her inside out like a man taking what he wanted in the middle of their passion.

  "Oh God, that's it." He glanced back down and sucked a breath between his clenched teeth as his eyes widened. "Oh fuck... God you’re wicked. You wicked, wicked little bitch."

  Lisa tried not to smile, the jerking movements accompanied with his breathing telling her he was almost there. She brushed her finger from his sack past the tight skin where his prostate throbbed, pushing in a little until the tip of her finger sunk into his ass.

  He clenched, his body locking up as he groaned so loudly that the rest of the hotel was sure to have heard. Marc's hand loosened on her hair as he reached for the bed beside him, his muscles locked in place and shaking as his hot offering hit her tongue.

  She moaned against his skin and continued to drink him down until he begged her to stop. She moved back, licking him one more time for good measure.

  "Fuck me..." He reached down and cupped her face, pulling her up and turning them with a quick movement. He pressed her to the bed, her body trapped beneath his as he kissed her deeply, his tongue licking at hers as if wanting to taste himself. She wrapped her arms around him, the deep throb between her thighs screaming for his attack.

  "I need you," she whispered as she broke the kiss.

  "Yeah, you do, baby. You want me to tongue fuck you or you want my dick?" He moved, sitting up and straddling her as he worked her out of her shirt. Lisa gaped at how sensual and confident he was above her. He wasn't like anyone she had been with before. His words were crude, but the way he said every word...

  "I want you inside me, baby." She scooted back, pulling at her slacks as he helped her out of them. Her panties were a wet mess and wouldn't be going home with her for sure. He yanked them off, wadding them up and lifting them to his face as he breathed in deeply.

  "Oh my God. I could drown in you. What are you doing to me, Lisa?" He chucked them behind him, his eyes darkening as he reached for her, rolling them again and leaving her sitting on him. Lisa smiled down at him as she took a long breath.

  "Trying to ruin you for all other women." She moved off of him, turning around and taking her place above him again.

  "Oh God yes." He reached down and took his erection into his hand, pulling it up as she worked herself onto it, her ass facing him, her hands pressed to his thick thighs as she began to bounce.

  "So deep. So big," she muttered more to herself as she rocked her hips, trying to remember how she got him to fit inside of her the day before.

  His hands dug into the flesh of her ass as he pulled up on her, helping to use her body to work his into another frenzy. She was close to going, the intensity of the pressure driving her mad.

  "I feel it, Lisa. You're close baby. Touch your clit and explode. Lean forward so I watch you take my dick." He pushed at her back as she moved her hands to the bed, her mind lost to the pleasure of him buried deep inside of her.

  She murmured yes as she closed her eyes and slid her fingers along the swollen skin of her sex, rubbing slowly as he pumped in and out of her. Nothing mattered but his thrusts, his hands and the sound of him losing himself inside of her. She growled as her body buckled, her screams welcomed into the thick mattress of the bed.

  Marc picked up his pace, lifting her body off of the bed and taking liberty to use her to the fullest. She screamed over and over as her body flooded their connection with her orgasm.

  "So fucking wet, baby girl. Oh God, I love it." He kept his grip on her, pulling her upright and gripping her hips.

  Lisa looked back, running her hand through her long damp hair and smiled at him. "Hold on tight. My turn to fuck you up."

  "Shit yeah..." He closed his eyes as she dug her feet into the bed and jerked back and forth. She used her fingers to touch any spot on him that wasn't lost to the deepest parts of her. He didn't last long.

  His orgasm was hers again, his body bowing to the commands of her lust. She didn't stop until he slapped her ass hard. A laugh bubbled up in her chest as he sat up and wrapped his arms around her, his body still buried deep within hers.

  "I'm going to get you back for that. Tie you up and make you scream until your throat hurts."

  "Or maybe I'll do that to you." She looked over her shoulder as he took her face and kissed her deeply.

  "I don't care which. As long as it's you... I'm in deep."

  "Yeah you are." She rocked her hips as he stilled her, nipping at her shoulder as a clear warning that he wasn't ready for more... oh but she was.

  ***

  They never got to the pizza and by the sound of her stomach growling loudly the next morning, she realized how badly they should have. Lisa slipped out of Marc's grasp and walked into the small bathroom, needing to take a quick shower and still her racing heart. Everything was so perfect. She was simply waiting for it to crumble in front of her.

  It would, right?

  A knock resounded at the door as she slipped under the water. "Come in."

  Marc walked in, his back to her as he went to the restroom. She adverted her eyes from the thick swell of his ass, knowing that would only make them late on getting back into town. The strong muscles of his back contracted as he stretched and shivered. He turned and smiled.

  Lisa laughed, enjoying the transparent shower curtain, but not nearly as much as the handsome man on the other side of it seemed to be.

  Marc moved to the side of the shower, pausing as he glanced at her. She knew he wanted permission, which spoke volumes as to where their relationship was headed. Reaching for the edge of the curtain, she pulled it back and moved toward him.

  "God you’re beautiful. I can't even put words to it honestly." He slipped his arms around her, leaning down and capturing her lips, his kisses soft. He lovingly stroked her hair as Lisa tugged him back into the spray of the water with her.

  He kissed her once more and pulled away, reaching for the soap and rubbing his hands over the small white bar as his eyes left a trail of heat across her skin.

  "I can't be late getting back to the office this afternoon."

  "You won't. Turn around and let me wash your back."

  She was a little surprised, but turned and moved her hair out of the way. Strong slick hands rubbed against her muscles, his touch almost undoing her and yet the moment wasn't about sex, but intimacy. Fear swirled in the pit of her stomach, but she pushed it back down, wanting so badly to treasure him.

  He took his time, turning her and washing every inch of her body, his fingers leaving nothing untouched. He stood and pulled her close as the water washed off the suds that weren't pressed between them. A soft kiss on her nose was all she got before he slipped out of the shower and toweled off. He winked a
t her before walking out of the bathroom, all the while she stood in shock. Never had anyone taken care of her and not expected sex. Hell, she even expected more sex.

  Tears welled up in her eyes as she turned and lifted her face to the hot water. Marc had made his mark on her body and now he was working to inscribe his touch, his voice, his love, into her heart.

  ***

  Lisa took the keys from him and Marc seemed more than happy to let her. Dark circles sat under his warm brown eyes, his expression soft and welcoming as she glanced at him from the driver’s seat.

  "Take a nap baby."

  "I will soon. I want to spend as much time with you as I can." He reached up and covered his mouth as he let out a long yawn.

  Lisa laughed and reached for his hand, pulling it to rest on her leg.

  "Thank you for coming with me."

  "Thanks for letting me. I can't imagine having stayed at Kari's while you were just a few hours away. I think I would have hijacked a car and stalked you." He wagged his eyebrows. "That's almost hot."

  She laughed again. "That is not at all hot."

  "Been stalked before?" He turned and faced her, pulling their clasped hands into his lap as he stifled another yawn. Lisa's eyes shifted back to the road, not really wanting to talk much about her past.

  "I've dated a few assholes for sure."

  "I thought you didn't date."

  "I date and I fuck, but I won't go another step."

  "Ever?"

  "Never. I don't want something controlling me." She shrugged and pulled her hand back, running her fingers through her hair and reaching to fidget with the radio.

  "I would never try and control you. I love your confidence and sense of self-worth more than anything. You need freedom and room to maintain that part of you."

  Lisa glanced at him and nodded. "Yeah, but sometimes it's not about a person controlling you, but emotion."

  "Oh... you mean that because you love someone, you changed."

  "Exactly. And if that change leaves you weakened and vulnerable? What happens when the love dies?" She took a deep breath, the conversation not one she wanted to be involved in.

  "If you've never been in love then why am I getting the distinct vibe that this is a highly personal subject for you?" Marc reached over and rubbed her shoulder. She had to try hard not to lean into his touch. The overwhelming feeling of needing him closer moved across her and she shivered.

  "It's not me really, but my parents. My mother is a viper. A total bitch."

  "Yes, I got that vibe completely."

  "My dad used to be strong and happy, healthy and willing to step up when he needed to. Over time she broke him down, whittled him away." Lisa reached up and pressed her fingers to the end of her nose, trying not to let the heavy emotions that twisted her insides surface.

  "Oh... I see. He became a shell of a man because he loved your mom."

  "Because he loves... not loved." She shrugged, already saying more than she had ever voiced to anyone. "I just don't know what he's going to do if she dies first. He's not really an individual anymore. It's going to kill him too."

  "You don't know that..."

  "Yeah, I do." Lisa took a shallow breath, hating the way the conversation left her open and raw. "She got really sick about six years ago and we didn't think she was going to make it. My father wouldn't eat or sleep or anything. He ended up in the bed next to her in the hospital. When she finally got better, he did too. I left after that and didn't look back. I might have seen them three times in the last five years, one of those being last weekend."

  "Oh wow. Shit, that's heavy, Lisa."

  "Yeah. I just don't want that."

  "You think if you fall in love that you're liable to end up like your mother? You're nothing like her baby..." Marc moved over in his seat, wrapping his arms around her as she tried to concentrate on the road.

  "No. Not her... him."

  "You're scared that you'll love so deeply that you'll lose yourself?"

  Tears dripped onto her cheeks, the warmth of them causing chill bumps to spread across her skin. Never in a million years had she planned to share her deepest fears with someone. That she had with Marc meant that things were out of control already. She pressed the side of her head against his forehead and nodded in response.

  "I'd never change you, Lisa. You're exactly the woman I want and the way I want you. Don't think like that, baby. Just enjoy this thing between us."

  "You're still young. You might change a lot by the time you get my age."

  He chuckled and moved back, reaching into the glove box to get her a tissue. "I'm not much younger than you. I'm a man, baby... I've proved that a few times now."

  She forced a smile, wiping at her tears. "Yeah, you have..."

  He fell back asleep and Lisa dove into her worries, the handsome boy next to her almost too much. She pulled up to the house and shook his shoulder, a smile lifting her lips as he grumbled something.

  "Hey, we're here. I need to run to the office. You can go in and crash in my bed."

  Marc sat up and stretched, a loud noise of comfort leaving him as he turned to face her.

  "You'll be back in a little bit?"

  "Yes."

  "I can snuggle your bed?"

  "You can snuggle in my bed."

  "Same difference you sexy girl." He leaned over and kissed her cheek before getting out of the car.

  She watched him walk to the door, the smile on her lips not willing to fade. She would continue to let herself dream for the rest of the week while he was visiting. When he went back to New York she could separate herself enough from him to really think through if their relationship was something she could truly invest in.

  Love sounded great and promising, but she had learned far too many times that the biggest scams always did sound the most enticing.

  And no way was she willing to play the fool.

  Chapter 18

  Marc walked into the house, struggling against the weariness that weighed heavy on him. Lisa's bed very much sounded like the place he should spend the rest of the afternoon. He stopped in the kitchen to grab a glass of water, the sound of his sister's voice causing him to jump.

  "Hey. There you are. Where's Lisa?"

  He looked over his shoulder, smiling as Kari's eyebrow lifted.

  "She went into the office for a little while. I'm going to sleep the rest of the day away in the delicious smell of her bed."

  "TMI, but thank you." Kari lifted her hand as if trying to stop him, and took a seat at the kitchen table.

  "You asked."

  "I asked if... never mind."

  "You asked." He turned and drank the water down in three long gulps, a bit of it dripping onto his chin. He put his cup in the sink and tugged his t-shirt up, wiping at his chin as he turned his focus back on his sister.

  "We're all going to Sicily's this afternoon for an early dinner. You guys need to come with us." Kari tossed a dish towel at him.

  "I'm too tired, sis. I need to get some sleep before the tiger comes home again." He smiled.

  "So you guys are okay?"

  "Yeah, I think so. She's still a little withdrawn from me, but I get it better now."

  "How so?"

  "She just opened up a little and it made sense to me." He shrugged, setting the towel down and walking toward the hall. "We can talk more later. Wake me up at six or something."

  "Six? We're going to the bakery at four thirty."

  "That's in an hour and a half. No way am I only getting an hour nap. That woman is the devil in the sheets. I'm spent on so many levels."

  Kari lifted her hands to her ears, yelling loudly as Marc chuckled. "I don't want to hear any more. You're still my little brother."

  "Lisa doesn't think I'm so little." He laughed and walked down the hall.

  ***

  He woke a few hours later, the sound of someone banging on something on the back porch setting his nerves on edge. He got up and found his t-shirt on the floor. P
ulling it over his head he walked down the hall with thick aggression and opened the back door like he was ready to beat someone's ass. Jake looked up and nodded, a cocky smile on his face.

  "Did I wake you, princess?"

  "What the fuck, dude?"

  "I have things to do. Just because you're on a constant vacation." Jake smiled again and Marc couldn't stay mad at the guy. Jake had turned Kari's world around and offered her so much more than Frank ever could have. Marc liked him and was grateful for the way the guy loved his sister.

  "You need help or what?" Marc walked out and sat down on a picnic table that Jake had put together in an afternoon when they first moved in. Marc had worked on the damn thing a whole day and finally given up. Jake was out there a few hours that night and it was done.

  "From you? Heck no." Jake laughed again and Marc flipped him off.

  "What time is it?"

  "A little after five. Kari went to the bakery, but told me to wait for you."

  "Did she tell you to get me up?"

  "Yep."

  "Hence the hammering?"

  Jake looked up, his brow covered in sweat. "I sure as hell wasn't walking into the bedroom and accidentally seeing your junk."

  "Yeah, I'd hate for you to be jealous and shit."

  "Yeah, that's it." Jake laughed again and bent over, working harder than Marc remembered doing in a long time.

  "Where is Lisa? You know?"

  "Kari said she was supposed to meet us at the bakery. I assume she's there."

  "Let's go then. I'm hungry anyway. I didn't eat much on the trip."

  "All right. Go brush your wild-ass hair and I'll meet you in the living room."

  "You're worried about my hair and you're dripping sweat like a hooker in church?"

  "Fuck you."

  "No thanks, buddy. I'm a ladies man."

  "Yeah... that's probably half of the reason you're sleeping all day. Lisa too much for you?" Jake looked up, a smile playing on his mouth.