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

by Ali Parker

  "No, you don't... and I'm glad. That has to be the finest girl I've ever seen."

  "Yep. Don't get anywhere near her or I'll kill you." Marc smiled as Dray turned to face him.

  "What the fuck happened to Bro's before Hoe's?"

  "She's not a hoe, so the pact is null and void." Marc chuckled as a large guy with a beard hanging down to his belly began barking out announcements. They would ride in pack formation down to the Pocono Mountains and be staying at a campsite for the night. No tents necessary as the cabins would do just fine.

  Marc turned and welcomed Lisa back, slipping his arms around Lisa as she moved toward him, pulling her to his side. She faced him, wrapping her arms around him and pressing her head to his shoulder as she looked toward the leaders. There were more men in the room by far, and the women that were scattered about were nothing to call home about. Marc felt a wave of panic wash over him at the danger they might be putting themselves in, but realized that no one was staring Lisa down.

  These guys weren't frat boy dicks, but grown men with a love for the wind in their hair. Most of them probably had a good woman at home. Marc relaxed and glanced down at his girl, Lisa looking up and winking at him. The silly action caused his pulse to race. Would he be so taken with her five years in the future? How about twenty? He could almost bet that he would.

  "All right, bikers. Rev your engines and let's blow this joint," the large guy yelled, lifting his fist in the air and grunting. All the other men and women around them returned the gesture. Marc held back a laugh as Lisa moved from him and lifted her fist in the air, bouncing on her heels and grunting like a guy herself.

  "Get over here you sexy beast." He grabbed her and wrapped her in a tight hug, leaning down and kissing her softly. "I swear I'll never have my fill of you."

  "You better not. I have snack bags ready if you do." She pushed to her toes and kissed him hard, the firm press of her body against his leaving him hungry for so much more.

  She moved back and walked to his bike as he turned to talk to Dray for a minute. His friend stood in silence, his eyes following Lisa as he turned back to Marc, mouth opened.

  "Dude. Does she have a sister?"

  Marc popped his friend in the chest and shook his head. "No and stop staring at her or you and I are going to have our first real fight."

  "Yeah, I'm sorry. I'll lock it down. I'll ride in front for this first bit and make sure nothing’s coming at us."

  "Cool. See you there." Marc moved to the bike and got on, turning to extend his hand to help Lisa slide in behind him. She slapped his hand in a high-five motion and got on the bike herself. He smirked and started the engine. "Put on your helmet, baby."

  "Already on. Stop telling me what to do and put some wind in my hair." She moved forward, pressing her body to his. She fit against him like a glove. The intimacy of having her wrapped around him caused his body to harden painfully. He lifted his hips and tried to readjust himself, but damn if the little vixen didn't reach between his legs with her hands and cup him, her thumbs working to drive him mad. He wasn't sure he could concentrate on the road and her assault, but he was certainly going to try.

  ***

  By the time they reached the Poconos he was almost trembling with need. Lisa hadn't let up with her soft touches and rough grabs the whole trip. If she wasn't stroking him outside of his jeans, she was squeezing him with her strong thighs or sliding her fingers into his shirt and rubbing over his chest and stomach. He got off of the bike and helped her off as a bunch of guys milled about an area where it appeared the campfire would be that evening. It was just after lunch, but Marc was done playing. He needed the wicked hot vixen beside him splayed out for him to touch and taste.

  "Which cabin is ours?" he asked a woman with a clipboard. "Marc Martin."

  She pressed her finger to the board and he had to bite back the sharp cry that pushed against him to scream 'hurry' at her.

  "You're in fifteen with Drayer McAdams." She looked up and smiled.

  "Good. Thanks." He took Lisa's hand and moved down the row of cabins.

  "Where you guys goin'?" Dray jogged up to them and stopped in his tracks as a smile brushed over his lips. "Can I watch?"

  "Yes," Lisa said, as Marc yelled no.

  They laughed and Marc opened the door, turning back to his friend. "Sorry, man. I need a couple of hours with her. I'll be out in a bit."

  Lisa pulled him inside, her eyes lit up with the same passion that pulsed through him. The room was nothing more than two small single beds and a dusty concrete floor. Lisa was working to get her jacket off before she tossed it and her helmet onto one of the beds. Marc moved toward her quickly, pulling her back to his chest and pressing his erection to the soft curves of her rear.

  "I should tease you until you break in half, you wicked little bitch."

  She groaned and the world shifted in front of him. How badly did he need to hear her do that over and over again? He slid one hand down to cup her mound and the other between her breasts, holding her at the base of her throat as he pinned her against him.

  "Please?" she whispered, and he knew without a doubt that he would never be able to hold a candle to her sensuality. He was going to be blessed to revel in it for the rest of their lives, but if he thought to make her beg or heel with his abilities before her purrs caused him to buckle... he was so wrong.

  "Anything you want, bad girl. Just tell me where you need me," he whispered into her ear as she pressed her hand to a nearby wall and rolled the soft curves of her ass against him. He released her and stood up straight, taking the fullness of her hips into his hands and bumping against her a little. She groaned and he was done playing around.

  "We can flirt later. Rip those damn jeans off before I do it for you," he barked at her as he walked to the door and slipped the flimsy lock into place. Marc pulled his shirt over his head and started to work on his jeans as he stopped dead in his tracks. Lisa finished taking off her clothes and turned to face him. The crimson bra and panty set she wore was nothing more than lace, and covered so little that it was a shame if she had spent any money on it. The vision of her caused his lungs to contract as he tried to remember how to breathe.

  "How did I get so lucky?" He walked toward her as he tugged his underwear off. She reached for him, her fingers wrapping around his cock and pumping slowly as he pulled her in, leaning down to kiss her lips with the burning fire that wrapped around him and promised to consume him. Her soft pants drove him mad. He brushed her hand away before looping his fingers into the top of her panties and pulling them down. He knelt before her, running his hands up her thighs and leaning in to lick at the soft wet curls before him.

  She moaned loudly and put one foot on the bed next to them as her fingers sank into his hair. The excitement that coursed through him as she opened herself up to him and pulled his mouth to her need almost doubled him over. He sank into her, lapping at her soft skin and drinking in the wicked hot aroma of her need. Marc sucked softly, glancing up at her as he took his time. She watched him closely, the ecstasy on her face the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

  "Come for me. I want to taste it." He licked her softness again before burying two fingers into the tightness of her body. "You feel good against my tongue, Lisa. Let me drink you now."

  She groaned and bent her knees a little, pressing against the assault of his fingers. He rolled his tongue against her faster and picked up the speed of his fucking as she groaned over and over again. Marc reached up with his free hand and tore the fabric of the bra, pushing it aside as he palmed her breast and tugged at her nipple as her breathing hitched. She stiffened as a scream ripped through her, the opening of herself to him as she came left him wondering what the fuck he would have done if she hadn't have showed up. He couldn't live without the sounds of her pleasure in his life, the taste of her release on his tongue, the delicious promise of sinking down into her and watching her enjoy him beyond anything he had experienced before.

  Her finger
s dug into his scalp as she worked herself against him and took her pleasure as far as it would go. Marc laid into her, giving her far more than she needed, but less than she deserved. She shuddered and tried to move back, but Marc followed her, slipping his fingers from her and continuing to lick her softly.

  "Marc, stop, baby." She pressed against his shoulder and dropped her foot off the bed, turning and pressing her nakedness against the wooden wall of the cabin. Marc stood and moved to stand behind her, wrapping her in a tight hug and pressing his erection against her.

  "I could lick at you for hours, Lisa. Will you let me soon?"

  "Mmmhmmm," she muttered as he bent down and positioned himself to enter her from behind. He pressed forward, the deep throb inside of her bouncing against him as he pushed up, his body filling hers until he had nothing left to give.

  The guttural growl that left her showed him how badly she needed him. It was that, or the fact that the little fox pressed her hands to the wall in front of them and started bobbing up and down on his cock. He pressed his hand to her lower back to slow her. He wouldn't last long simply due to sensory overload. She wasn't any chick he could mindlessly fuck for hours... she was his forever.

  "Whoa, baby... slow down. I've been on the edge for a few hours now."

  Lisa looked over her shoulder, the narrowing of her eyes causing him to groan. She worked her hips harder, the sound of the sex more than enough to kick his ass over the cliff of no return.

  "Well... lust would beckon me to stop and make sure you were good for the long haul." She pushed against him, impaling herself over and over until he felt his heart in his throat and along every other pressure point on his body. "Love calls for me to drown you in pleasure as fast as I can and as many times as I can until you scream uncle."

  "Uncle?" He cried out as he leaned over her and pressed his hands to the wall, fucking her hard and fast as the world blew apart inside of him.

  Chapter 28

  The deep groan that left Marc caused chill bumps to break out across her skin, her need to make him feel deeply almost overwhelmed her. Lisa continued to work him hard and fast as he moaned over and over, his body shaking by the time she slowed. He pressed her to the wall and leaned against her, his strong arms wrapping tightly around her. His lips pressed to the side of her face and he breathed in deeply.

  "Don't ever leave me. I'm ruined for anyone else," Marc muttered as Lisa closed her eyes, wanting to memorize the moment to take back to Maine with her.

  "Never. I don't want a future that isn't with you, Marc."

  "You'll not have one, baby." He kissed her again and pulled back. She hated the loss of warmth he provided and almost turned to beckon him to stay with her in the cabin for the rest of the day. His friend could find a new place to bunk.

  Marc worked to get his clothes back on in between handing her various items of her own clothing. Her bra was almost ruined from his passion, but she could buy a new one. She rigged it to work for the rest of the day and pulled on her shirt and pants before moving to stand in front of him.

  "Let's go take the bike down to the edge of the water falls. We can take a walk and talk about everything for a while if you want." Marc brushed back her hair, leaning over and capturing her lips again.

  Lisa simply nodded her response, knowing that it was time to let him in fully. He had her body, but it was more than time to give him her heart too. She had so many demons in her past that haunted her, and yet she knew without a doubt that Marc would be the one to help her move beyond who she was and become who she wanted to be.

  "I love you, sexy girl." He kissed the tip of her nose and moved back, taking her hand. "You don't have a sister for Dray that you've not told me about, right?"

  Lisa laughed as they walked out of the cabin into the shady early afternoon.

  "No, but I have a cousin who's at school in Boston. She's not me, but no one is." Lisa wagged her eyebrows as Marc popped her butt.

  "Get on the bike before I take you back to the cabin and finish what you started."

  "What I started?" Lisa laughed and slid onto the bike, moving back and patting the seat in front of her. "Whatever do you mean?"

  "As if you don't know. Keep those hands to yourself or I'm going to repay you in front of all the innocent animals on the nature trail."

  She squeezed her fingers in a grabbing motion in the air and smiled. "Come take your place in front of me. I'm going to show you how the innocent animals do things."

  "Fuck me," Marc muttered and slid on the bike, his arm holding hers to his waist as she wrapped them around him and pressed her teeth into his back.

  "Mmmmm. I want to. Over and over and over again."

  ***

  The ride to the falls was beautiful. The mountains in Pennsylvania were curvy and felt dangerous without fail, but holding on to Marc, Lisa felt like everything was right. How had she almost let this slip away? If Kari and Sicily hadn't have pushed her, she would never had been where she was now. How badly she wanted Marc to be done with school so he could come back to Maine with her and take his place beside her. Would he join her in Bar Harbor or would she need to move back to New York?

  The idea of living in the city made her tense up, but she let the thought go. She knew without a doubt that if Marc didn't want to leave his mother or the busyness and resounding opportunity that New York offered, that she wouldn't press him in it.

  Marc pulled the bike into a large park and stopped. He turned to look over his shoulder as Lisa pulled her helmet off.

  "You up for taking a short hike?"

  "Absolutely. It's beautiful out here." She got off and walked to the edge of a large man-made lake, slipping her hands in her back pockets and letting her worries go. They would figure everything out. The hard part was over.

  Marc joined her a few minutes later, his arm sliding over her shoulders as he pulled her toward him. "I can't begin to tell you the emotions that are pulsing through me. I was devastated in Maine a week ago, and I thought I could get over everything, but I couldn't. I honestly thought I was going to lose my mind."

  "Me too. I was just thinking on the way up here that I'm so grateful that we're here... together. I'm not sure how I would have moved past you, thinking that I wanted Michael instead of you."

  "Would you be with him now if I hadn't been receptive to hearing you out?"

  "I should say yes, because the truth of the matter is, that if you turned me away I was going to take some time for myself and then try and let him into my world. He's a good man, but he's not my man." She tightened her arms around him and pressed a kiss to his chest. "I think for the first time in my life I was going to swear off men for a while. I've never needed to heal before."

  "Because you've never let your heart get involved?"

  "Exactly." She glanced up at him. "Let's go up the trail and I'll tell you a little bit more about why I've been so closed down to the idea of love."

  He moved back and took her hand, lifting it to his mouth and kissing her fingers softly. "Is it about your father?"

  "Yeah. I wish I could move past the fear of becoming like him."

  "And you really think it's a bad thing to devote yourself to one person so much so that you give them forever without blinking an eye?"

  "I don't know anymore. I guess." She shrugged as they walked down the narrow path into the belly of the woods. The sound of running water caught her attention and she picked up her pace a little.

  "I actually hope I end up just like your dad. I want to give myself over to you in a way that would leave me scarred if anything happened to you." Marc rubbed his thumb over her fingers.

  "Yeah, sounds romantic, but what if I get cancer and die in three years? You're ruined for the rest of your life?"

  "No. I would cherish the time we had together for the rest of my life. I can't imagine anything feeling better than being in your arms or hearing my name on your lips. I want as much of you as I can have, for as long as I can have it. If that time is cut short, then
yes... I want to be bent over from losing you. It means that you were, without a doubt, the center of my heart, Lisa."

  "Do you really believe in love that deep?" she asked, reaching up to run her fingers through her hair. They moved through a thick brush of forest and emerged in front of a vast waterfall, the wind carrying a cold mist.

  "Yes. I feel it already building inside of me. I think most people would do anything to experience it... if even for a moment."

  Lisa let the conversation die, knowing good and well that there had never been a time in her life when she had been willing to offer herself up fully to someone, but she was now. They stopped at the edge of the water, the breeze chilly and moist as she let Marc's hand go. He closed his eyes and she turned to watch him, a smile lifting her lips.

  His light brown hair was a mess from the helmet and needing a haircut so damn bad. She wanted to reach over and run her fingers through it, but he was lost in a moment and she didn't want to interrupt it.

  "I love you," she whispered softly, not wanting to disturb him, but unable to hold the words in any longer. They seemed to constantly sit at the edge of her tongue all of a sudden.

  He opened his eyes and turned to look down on her, his expression soft and endearing. "I love you, more. I don't want you to spill about your past just yet. I want to unwrap you slowly over the next year while I'm in school. Each time we get together you can share something about your raising that left you not willing to love, and I'll share something from mine."

  She smirked, wanting to make fun of his silly games, but finding validity in it. It would keep them locked together, forever waiting, not just for a moment of wicked hot passion, but to uncover something new and deep about the person they loved most.

  "Okay. I like it." Lisa reached up and touched the side of his face.