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

by Ali Parker

  "Yeah, we're going to need some help in here. It's getting ugly and Charles is of no help." He smiled and Lisa laughed, her heart melting for the big goof who loved her.

  "Oh Lord." Marc's mom got up and walked past him, grabbing the string of tinsel and pulling him with her.

  "I'm choking. That's my throat, Mom." He followed her, pretending to gag as Lisa finished her cake, feeling more welcomed in the little dilapidated house on the wrong side of the tracks than she ever would in her own home.

  It didn't matter. She belonged somewhere. Finally.

  Chapter 11

  Marc

  "That was nice." Lisa moved up behind Marc as he stood outside his mother's house, waiting on her.

  "Yeah. It was." He turned and pulled her into his arms as he shivered. It was freezing and with the sun going down, it was only going to get colder. "You ready to head out to your parents’?"

  She ran her hands down his back and squeezed his ass. "I didn't get my quickie with you."

  "I knew something was missing. I kept thinking it was salt on the roast." He snorted and leaned down to brush his lips by hers.

  "You're so silly." She kissed him a few times before pulling back. "Let's get going. I'm sure my father is already pacing the floor. He doesn't do very well with life in general when my mom is sick."

  "That's because she is his life." Marc wrapped an arm around her and squeezed her breast as they walked to the truck. "I understand his reaction completely. I'd be a hot-ass mess if something happened to you."

  "Well, you are hot." Lisa moved out of his hold and reached for the door as he popped her ass. She turned and he moved in like a viper, pressing her to the car and running his hands down her sides as he leaned in and made love to her mouth.

  She moaned loudly and wrapped her arms around him, welcoming him against her like she always did. Desire and lust pumped through his system, and it didn't take more than a few moments and he was ready and willing to strip her down and defrost the windows inside the truck with a much-needed make-out session.

  He rolled his hips, massaging his erection against her stomach as he licked at her mouth. "I'm so in love with you. Did you know?"

  She smiled and laughed, her breath creating a little white cloud in front of her. "What in the world started all of that?"

  "I don't know. I just felt overwhelmed talking about what your dad is going through. I just need you to know how much you mean to me." He brushed her hair back and gazed down at her. "My mother used to always make us write down our Christmas wish for the year. It was above our Santa letter where we listed out our gifts. I didn't have many Christmas wishes, honestly because it seemed silly. I didn't believe in them, but this year, my wish would be for you."

  "For me? You already have me." She twisted her torso a little, rubbing her breasts against his chest, teasing him. "What more could you want? My heart is yours. My time. My thoughts."

  "Your deliciously tight body." He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, breathing her in as he took his time exploring her sweet mouth.

  She pushed at him and gulped in a breath. "Hey. I'm human. I need to breathe."

  "Sorry. I won a few contests for holding my breath in swim league." He kissed her once more and reached for the door, opening it for her. "My wish would be that you would find peace over your past, baby. I know that's not easy, but your mom isn't your future. She doesn't determine how you feel or how you look, or even your worth. I'm hoping that somehow this year, you get to move past that. Maybe see yourself like we see you, like I see you."

  She pursed her lips, and he wasn't sure if he'd pissed her off. She didn't like being put on the spot, and she wasn't too good with being called out. She was in charge, in control and anything outside of that left her uncomfortable. He knew from experience.

  "I would love that." She got in the truck and leaned back, letting out a content sigh before she closed her eyes. "That's my Christmas wish too."

  ***

  "Hey." Lisa's dad opened the door. It was hard to tell before, but now, up close, it was obvious that the older man was a little thinner than the last time Marc had seen him. "I wasn't sure you were coming back, and yet here you are, and you've brought a friend."

  "Dad. This is Marc Martin. He's my boyfriend." Lisa walked into the house, leaving Marc to stand in front of her dad.

  He wasn't too sure what to think, but everyone deserved a chance, no matter their past. Marc extended his hand. "Mr. Parks. Nice to meet you, sir."

  "You too." His smile was warm and his handshake firm. He tugged Marc toward him and gave him a quick hug with a pat on the back. "I've never in my life had Lisa introduce anyone to me as her boyfriend. You must be something special."

  "I'm hoping so." Marc returned the hug and moved past him to walk into the house. It was not only massive, but filled with decorations. There was no way that Lisa's mother could have put everything up. It would have taken her all year, or an army of staff members a month. Marc had to bet that it was the latter of the two.

  "Come on in. Are you guys staying the night?" Her father moved up beside Marc, patting his back.

  "I think so." Marc kept cool, trying to not jump to any conclusions that might have him feeling panicked. Were her parents okay with him spending the night? Was her father going to be upset about them sharing a bed? The thought of sleeping down the hall and sneaking in her bed was almost sexy. Almost.

  "You kids eat?" her father asked as they walked into the kitchen.

  Lisa turned, eating a cookie, and nodded. "Yeah. We figured we would come back over so I could be here in case you needed me tonight."

  Her father walked toward her and gave her a quick hug, kissing the top of her head. "That's fine. I appreciate you."

  "It's no big deal, Daddy." She glanced up, and for the first time since they met, Marc could see a younger version of her, a less sure version, peeking around the edges of her strong personality. She was broken the minute she walked into her childhood home. He knew a little of the story, but not all of it.

  "I'm headed upstairs. There're extra beds down the hall if-"

  "Marc's staying in my room. We'll be talking about rings and all that fruity crap in the spring." She leaned farther around him and smiled at me. "You're still interested in long-term stuff, right?" Her cheeky grin had him smiling back. "Like marriage and babies and stuff?"

  "Absolutely." He slipped his hands into his pockets and stiffened as her father turned and gave him a look. "The marriage part more than anything else."

  "Dad. Leave him alone. We'll see you in the morning. Come get me if Mom gets up." She patted her father's chest and walked him down the hall as he sagged against the nearest counter.

  A soft feminine voice with a Hispanic accent caught him off guard. "I think you're going to be perfect for her."

  Marc stiffened and turned to find an older woman with dark hair and a white apron giving him a motherly look. "I assume you're Maria?"

  "And I assume you're Marc?"

  They laughed and shook hands as Lisa walked back in the room and eyed them both. "What deal are you guys making?"

  Marc wagged his eyebrows and pulled his hand back. "Maria said you wanted a baker’s dozen." He shrugged. "I said deal."

  "Baker’s dozen of what?" Lisa put her hands on her sexy hips and tilted her head to the side. The look on her beautiful face meant someone was in trouble. Marc could only hope it was him. She was rowdy in the sheets when pissed.

  "Kids?" Maria glanced up at Marc, and they shared a laugh as Lisa yelped, turning and walking out of the room.

  "I like you already." Marc winked at Maria and moved to follow his girl into the hallway.

  Chapter 12

  Lisa

  She couldn't help but smile at Marc and Maria's teasing. Never in a million years would she have wanted kids before Marc Martin. He was going to change everything about her. In the past she would have tucked tail and ran like crazy from anyone who was trying to change her, but it felt right wi
th him. Like it was all part of a larger plan.

  "Hey. Come let me hold you." He dropped down on the couch and reached for her as she moved toward the fire and turned to face him.

  "How about you hold me upstairs in the bed? I've been admiring how well your ass fits in those jeans."

  "Oh yeah? Wanna rip them off of me?" He smirked and she laughed. He would forever be the playboy she fell in love with. As long as she was the only one he was playing with.

  "I sure do." She walked toward the door, glancing over her shoulder. "Or we could start with a strip tease."

  "Um, yes. Just yes." He bolted off the couch and walked behind her as they moved up the stairs in the darkness. She expected him to reach out and touch her, to tease her, but he must have been unnerved by being at her parents’ house. Something about him respecting that left her heart fluttering in her chest. He wasn't the silly boy she'd tried hard to make him out to be. He was a grown man, a good man. Her man.

  She pushed the door to her bedroom open and turned as he closed the door and swept her up in his strong arms. She let out a soft cry and wrapped her arms around his neck, pushing into the hunger of his kiss.

  "I'm trying to behave seeing that we're at your folks’ house, but it's just not my style." He kissed her again and pulled at the bottom of her shirt, trying to get it over her head while still making love to her mouth.

  She swatted at him. "Wait a minute."

  He stepped back and pulled his shirt off, the thick muscle along his chest and down his stomach drawing her attention. "Why? You gonna follow through on your promise?" He pulled his pants down, taking his briefs with him. "Do a strip tease and have my cock so rock hard that it hurts?"

  "Lie down on the bed and shut it." She turned and walked to the door, locking it before glancing over her shoulder. He was laid out on the bed, propped up by his elbows only. His erection twitched, the length and girth of it something that would always make her body ache. He was built for sex, and she liked to think she was too. Their battle of lust over love had proven one thing for sure... they were far more than one-dimensional.

  "Take your time," he mumbled and reached down to stroke himself as she turned and slowly pulled her shirt over her head, rolling her hips and humming something she had stuck in her head from earlier.

  "So beautiful, Lisa. How the fuck are you with an average guy like me?" He sat up a little. "Come here and let me take your bra off."

  "I don't need your help." She put her back to him and started to sing. It had been years since she'd let herself sing in front of someone. It was one of her favorite pastimes as a kid, but her mother was quick to remind her that she sounded like a frog. Marc made her feel like none of that mattered. She undid her bra and let out a soft gasp as he moved up behind her, his hands rough and warm as he massaged her breasts.

  "Are you singing Baby It's Cold Outside?" He chuckled and slid his hands down her tummy.

  "Yes, and you're supposed to be lying on the bed. Get over there," she barked and bumped him with her butt. "Now. You're messing up my dance."

  "Oh. Excuse me." He nipped at the back of her shoulder before walking off. Chill bumps raced along her exposed skin, but it was all a part of the experience.

  "Nope. No excuses for you." She smiled and unbuttoned her jeans before leaning over and unzipping her boots. She slid them off and pulled her pants down her legs, trying to be sexy in the midst of getting out of winter boots and skinny jeans.

  He chuckled, and she whipped around, giving him a look in nothing but her panties.

  "Come here and stop trying to do anything but fuck me." He reached for her, grabbing her roughly as she stopped in front of the bed. He tugged her panties down and pulled her into his lap. "Wrap your legs around me and forget everything for a little while."

  "I love the sound of that." She pressed herself to his chest and whimpered as he gripped his cock and played with her a little before hitting home. She pushed back and they shared a low groan. Making love was so different than fucking, and yet Marc made every time feel like they were sharing something special, something to be coveted.

  He rolled her over and pinned her to the bed, rolling his hips and forcing himself the rest of the way inside of her. "You're so wet, you little minx."

  She wrapped her thighs around his thin waist and pumped her hips, taking control of their sex for the few minutes she would have it. "It's because you're here."

  "Good. It should always be that way." He took her hands into one of his, pinning her arms far above her head and snatched control back from her as he rolled his body along her, his thrusts hard but slow.

  She moaned and arched her back as he bounced in short fast thrusts for a minute, having found her g-spot. The man was a god in bed. He came with experience, but it was fine by her. He was masterful and so fucking sexy while doing it.

  "That feels so good." She reached around to squeeze his ass.

  "Yeah, it does. I can feel your pussy swelling. Open your legs a little more and I'll bring you over."

  "How do you-" She opened her thighs, letting her knees drop to the side as she buckled. "Fuck."

  "Yeah. That's it." His smile was cocky, but he deserved it. He dropped down, pressing himself to her as he worked her through the orgasm, kissing her neck and moving down to her breasts as she closed her eyes and gave herself over to it.

  "Get a condom," she whispered and reached down to run her hand through his hair.

  "Nope. Not interested." He rolled them over and gripped her hips as he sat up. "Be easy with me. I'm close to coming."

  "Easy?" She smirked. "Since when did you want easy?" She pressed her hands to his thick chest and lifted up, pumping her hips in a way that gave him a full show of his body impaling hers.

  He glanced down and he groaned loudly before letting his head drop back. "I want this to last, but you're not going to let it, are you." His voice was tight, his body even tighter as his muscles locked into place.

  "Nope. We have all night. I'll take the win on this one and you can try to catch up in round two." She pursed her lips and dug her nails into his chest, knowing that her body was more than capable of finishing the job, but it would be her words that did it with speed. "I love your big cock. The way it stretches me open."

  "Fuck, Lisa." Marc gripped her hips and gave her a warning look.

  "Makes me feel like your naughty little whor-"

  "Shit, woman." He moved his hands down to her thighs, digging his short nails into her flesh as he lifted his hips, whispering his words as if they scraped his throat upon exit. "Faster. Fuck me as fast as you can."

  "Done." She let challenge fill her gaze as she gave him everything he asked for, and a little more.

  Chapter 13

  Marc

  The night was filled with listening to her moan, watching her shake and beg for more. There was nothing like Lisa Parks in the bedroom. She left him weak in the knees, his mind fragmented in the effort to outdo himself, the desire to brand her. The lust between them was still intense, demanding, delicious.

  Marc rolled onto his side and tugged the covers down as she slept soundly with her back to him. He reached out to run his fingers down her spine as he took a shaky breath. It didn't help that she was gorgeous, far more woman than he deserved.

  "Come closer and pull the covers up." She coughed and reached down to tug at the covers.

  "Yes, ma'am. Anything else?" He moved up behind her, tucking his erection against the softness of her ass. Her alabaster skin was silky beneath his fingers as he traced her shoulder and ran his fingers down her arm.

  "A cup of coffee would be heaven, but don't go yet. I like you there."

  "That's because you're a naughty girl." He pressed his teeth against the back of her neck.

  She moaned and arched her back, rubbing up against him like a kitten in heat. "You're not one to talk, Marc Martin."

  "Very true, and I would blame you, but I've always been a little naughty." He kissed the side of her face and rolled o
ff the bed, taking the covers with him and hitting the floor.

  She turned around and laughed. "Be careful there, princess."

  "Watch it." He got up and jerked the covers off of her, enjoying the view almost too much. "Hot as sin, baby doll."

  "Give me those covers or you're going to be denied access to the goods." She turned, giving him the full view of her naked hotness.

  "You would deny me?" He lifted his eyebrow before walking to the window and jerking it open. He extended his hand with the blanket in it and dangled it out the window. "Care to reconsider."

  "You wouldn't." Her voice lowered and his cock twitched, bouncing around like a wayward child that needed attention. He ignored it and stayed locked in a battle of wills with the busty redhead.

  "Yes, I would." He released the blanket and closed the window as she yelped and scrambled to the edge of the bed for the comforter.

  "You ass. I love that blanket." She pulled at the comforter and rolled herself up into the thick thing as he laughed.

  "It's just outside. Get up and get it."

  "Go get me some coffee to redeem yourself. I'm pretty sure you're in a world of trouble. I'm just not awake enough to make that determination. Give me about thirty minutes."

  "Thirty minutes for what?" Marc chuckled and reached down to grab his clothes.

  "To think through your punishment."

  "Tie me to the bed and ride my face?" He buttoned his jeans as she watched him intently.

  She wasn't angry. It was impossible to be upset at each other for too long. He could only hope that their relationship would stay that way. The last thing he wanted was to even consider getting married if there was a chance that they would end up divorced and leave their kids in the middle to deal. Not that it didn't happen all the time, but he planned on working as hard as he needed to ensure that wasn't their story - not ever.