Unbridled (Unlikely Lovers)

by Brooks, Cheryl

“Don’t worry, it’ll come to you. I promise.”

  Miranda bit her lip and tried her damndest to look severe. “Very funny, Travis.”

  “What, you don’t like my warped sense of humor?”

  She lost it then, dissolving into helpless giggles. What is with me? “I love your sense of humor—warped or not.” She tried not to stare, but her gaze kept drifting back to his succulent cock. “So, are you gonna stand there icing that thing all day?”

  If anything, his smile became even more devastating. “I want to make sure I don’t miss a spot. I wouldn’t want you complaining to the chef.”

  “Not much danger of that,” she assured him. “My only complaint is how slow my waiter is.”

  “Well, you know, sometimes slower is better.” He slid his finger through the peanut butter. “Isn’t it?”

  Nodding, she sat spellbound as a droplet of viscous fluid welled up from the head of his penis and dripped slowly to the floor. “You’re wasting the cream filling.”

  “Don’t worry, there’s more where that came from.” Finishing his task, he licked the remaining peanut butter from his finger. “By the way, you need to undress for dessert. Only naked women get to lick my peanut butter-coated dick.” Catching a droplet of pre-cum with a fingertip, he spread it out, putting a shine on his swollen cockhead. “Next time I go to the store, I’ll get some chocolate syrup so you can have Travis á lá Reese’s.”

  Wincing, she tried unsuccessfully to stifle her whimper. “You’re going to make me even fatter than I am now if you’re not careful.”

  “No, I won’t.” Grinning like the cat that got the cream, he added, “Come on, take off your nightie, Miranda. You’re keeping your waiter waiting.”

  Chapter 20

  Travis watched as she pulled her nightgown over her head…slowly, seductively. He didn’t think he would ever tire of watching her undress—the anticipation, the visual, and especially the fact that it was Miranda lying there naked. He wanted to dive into her so badly he could barely restrain himself. And now he had to wait until she licked his cock clean before he could do it.

  What a peculiar dilemma…

  Swallowing his lust, he did his best to sound smooth and in control. “You see? You’re not fat at all. A little more weight on you wouldn’t bother me a bit.”

  “Well, it would bother me,” she grumbled. “I try so hard not to gain, but it’s getting tougher all the time.”

  “Don’t worry, I’ll help you. I’ll lock up all the goodies and only give them to you once in a while.” Picking up the jar, he consulted the label and did some quick mental math. “Besides, there are only ninety-five calories in a tablespoon, and there’s probably less than that on my dick.”

  She threw up her hands. “Okay. You’ve convinced me—not that you needed to.” Licking her lips, she patted the bed. “Come over here and we’ll see if I can eat my dessert without getting it all over the place.”

  Not needing to be asked twice, Travis hurried around the foot of the bed and hopped in beside her to lie flat on his back, his rather impatient cock standing straight up. “Here you go, Miranda. Chow down.”

  Shifting onto her side, she scooted closer. “Oh, my God, that looks good.”

  Expecting a tentative lick, she surprised him again, taking as much of him in her mouth as she could hold. He could even feel the head pressing against the back of her throat while her tongue massaged him from the side.

  Travis had never come in a woman’s mouth before—had never been able to—but this nearly pushed him over the edge. Still, he wanted to do something to her that would feel as good as her mouth on his dick—and do it while she was sucking him. Unfortunately, all he could reach was the back of her head. Groaning, he wove his fingers through her hair.

  Would she ever get tired of him constantly shoving his dick in her face? Even though she did seem to enjoy it, he was doing that quite a lot. For now, her injuries limited what she could do comfortably, although he would’ve done anything she asked of him. Alan’s suggestions had been useful, but Travis still couldn’t wait to lay her on her back and lick her until she came in his face. Surely she’d like that…

  Moments later, she raised her head, altering the angle enough that he could actually see what she was doing. Her lips hugged his cock as though they never intended to let go. If he’d ever envisioned anything quite so erotic before, he’d already forgotten it.

  “Taste good?” It certainly felt good.

  Although her “ummhmm” sent thrilling vibrations zipping through his cock, he almost wished he hadn’t asked when she let go of him. “It’s like eating a hot peanut butter popsicle—all melty and creamy and delicious. Mmm….” His dick pulsed as she ran her tongue along the length of his shaft, sending more pre-cum pouring from the slit. She took a sip before licking it off completely. “I love that stuff too. Yummy…”

  Travis sucked in a breath as she went down on him again. He couldn’t stand it anymore. If he couldn’t get his hands on her he was going to lose his mind. “Can you move your bottom up this way?”

  Easing slowly up onto her knees, she pivoted toward him. He couldn’t see her sucking him anymore, but the sight of her heart-shaped butt more than made up for it. Running his hand over her round cheeks, he slipped his fingers between her thighs.

  God, she’s wet. Her dewy moisture drenched his hand, allowing his fingers to glide between her soft folds until he found the tight knot of her clit. Stroking it gently, he was rewarded when she moaned and pushed back against him, encouraging his caress. Her reaction sent even more heat rushing to his cock. He loved hearing the sounds she made. What was it she’d said before? Don’t stop, no matter how much I scream. She had no idea what that scream had done to him. None. He had to tell her.

  Unfortunately, telling her things like that had gotten him in trouble once before. What he’d said after that first round of wild, monkey sex on the kitchen table had embarrassed her. He didn’t want to risk doing that again.

  Then it hit him what it was he’d said that upset her. He shouldn’t have told her how hot she was—any man could get excited over a sexy woman—he should tell her how he felt about her.

  But not now. Later. He would tell her later—when she wasn’t sucking his cock and he wasn’t holding her pussy in his hand. He’d make her scream again first. That was something else he’d discovered he liked about her. She was vocal and not overly modest. A screaming exhibitionist. She’d probably slap the shit out of him for saying that, but he couldn’t help it. She turned him on like no one else ever had. Like no one else ever could…

  Curling his fingers, he used two fingertips on her clit, loving her every whimper, every moan. Rocking into his touch, she was still sucking him, but seemed to be losing strength. Moments later she let go, falling face first into his groin, his cock resting against her cheek.

  His first thought was that the peanut butter was all gone and she didn’t like him plain. But no, she’d liked him well enough before. That couldn’t be it. Her body grew increasingly tense; she even held her breath for a moment. Seconds later her sharp cry and subsequent gasps broke the silence. God, what an incredible sound. His cock nearly fired off into the air simply from hearing her come.

  He kept on teasing her clit until the thrusts of the tiny bud ceased—but he still wasn’t done with her. Somehow his fingers found their way inside, and she pushed back against him again and again, fucking his hand. His cock was going wild—so wild it hurt. Suddenly, his fingertips slid over a small bump in an otherwise smooth, muscular wall.

  Her G spot. Alan had told him how to find it. Travis had never even attempted to locate it on any other woman, much less use it to make her come. He’d already done it with her clit, but now the pitch of her cries climbed higher. She sounded almost like she was crying. He hesitated for an instant.

  “Don’t stop.” Her voice sounded so strained, he barely understood her. “Please don’t stop.”

  He didn’t stop again until she told him to
—not with words, but with a series of screams that left her panting and him with a craving impossible to ignore. Her hot breath ruffled the hair on his balls, reminding him of the time she’d sucked them. But that wasn’t what he needed now. If he didn’t fuck her soon, his dick was going to split apart.

  “Did you lick off all the peanut butter?” He was so hoarse he barely recognized his own voice.

  “Oh, yeah.” Her voice was different too—high-pitched and breathy. “It was gone a long time ago. I love sucking your dick. Don’t need peanut butter. But what you did to me…I couldn’t handle both at the same time. Incredible…” Her voice trailed off only to come back stronger than ever. “Fuck me, Travis. From behind. I’m okay this way. Just need a pillow.”

  Travis tossed a pillow beside her and she shifted sideways to lay her head on it. Rising up on his knees, for a moment all he could do was stare. He’d practically drooled anytime he’d watched her saddling Kira. Tight breeches were one thing. Miranda’s naked ass aimed right at him was something else altogether.

  Wrapping her arms around the pillow, she spread her knees apart and hollowed her back, exposing her sex. He was dying to lick her there, and he would have if she hadn’t already told him what she wanted.

  Seeming to sense his hesitation, her pleas became more urgent. “Fuck me, Travis, Hard as you can.”

  “You’re sure I won’t hurt you?”

  “No. Fuck me. Please.” The act of shaking her head made her ass wiggle—or had she done that intentionally? Either way, his swift intake of air nearly choked him.

  Her labia were as wet and swollen as his dick, and her breath went out with a hiss as he slid inside her—or was that his breath? He wasn’t sure. Her pussy enveloped him in a tight, wet hug as he gripped her hips and plunged into her. Her head snapped up, increasing the arch in her back, altering the angle to drive him in even deeper.

  “Ohh…” Her open-mouthed sigh became a growl as she backed into him, her ass slapping against his groin.

  It was happening again—like the first time. That complete loss of control. She drove him mad with desire, her thrusts and whimpers like whips urging him on. Lying on his back with her sitting on him, he hadn’t been able to develop much momentum, but he certainly could now—and she clearly loved it.

  He was beginning to understand why she’d been embarrassed after that first wild episode; she’d lost control too. He’d never expected fireworks like that, even though he’d been lusting after her like a randy teenager for months. That she was a very giving, loving person was obvious to anyone. The fact that she had searing passion buried deep inside her wasn’t quite so apparent.

  Then again, she hadn’t had sex in fifteen years, which might have accounted for at least some of her exuberance. He was dying to ask her, but couldn’t find the nerve. That niggling fear that the tiniest little mistake on his part could shatter everything kept him quiet. He didn’t need to know that now. Right now, all he needed to do was fuck her as hard as he could—which was no hardship whatsoever.

  Gripping her hips, he pulled her against him, drilling his cock deeply into her core. He didn’t have to hear her words of approval; the way she met him stroke for stroke was proof enough of her enjoyment. However, when she ground her butt against him, rotating his dick inside her, he was the one yelping. Letting out a yell that echoed off the walls, he fired off an ejaculation that seemed to come from his toes and didn’t stop until his balls were aching and empty.

  She gave him one last bump and grind before rocking forward and keeling over onto her side with a groan. He was sure he’d hurt her until she murmured, “Holy moly… That was the best dessert ever.”

  “Glad you liked it,” he said, chuckling.

  “The best waiter ever too.” She sighed, snuggling into her pillow as though settling in for a nap. “Must come here more often…and leave really big tips…”

  Travis sank back on his heels, feeling like he was about to keel over himself. Miranda was without a doubt the hottest woman he’d ever met, and he was nuts about her. But there was so much more to it than that. Did she realize it?

  He’d been as close to loving her as a man could get long before they’d been intimate. It wasn’t all about the sex. It was about how she made him feel. How he missed her when she wasn’t with him. How much he enjoyed her company and the way she made him laugh. She’d been so kind to him, listening to him bitch and moan about his rotten love life. She’d hugged him when he had the flu. She’d been a good friend to him even when she’d thought he would never be interested in her simply because she was a few years his senior. How little she knew about herself and how she affected others.

  The funny thing was, he couldn’t remember her ever saying she wanted him. Her actions had certainly indicated it, but she’d never actually said she was in love, or even in lust, with him—at least not in so many words. Had he ever given her the chance to say how she felt about him? Did he dare to ask?

  Still, after the way she’d pounced on him in the kitchen, didn’t he have a right to believe she wanted him?

  He rubbed his eyes, trying to remember. She hadn’t said anything like that. She’d simply asked him—no, told him—to kiss her. What happened after that might have been the most incredible sexual experience of his life, but would she describe it the same way? She seemed to be having fun with him now, but would she toss him out on his ear as soon as she felt better?

  Stop thinking, Travis.

  Good advice, if only he could follow it.

  Miranda let out a long sigh. “Think I’ll nap for a bit if you don’t mind.”

  “No problem. I need to run by my place anyway. You get some rest and maybe we can watch a movie later.” He crawled over to her and planted a kiss on her temple. “Be right back.”

  She replied with a nod. After tucking the blankets in around her, he sat gazing at her for a long time. He didn’t want to go home. Ever. He wanted to stay right where he was and love Miranda for the rest of his life.

  If she’ll let me.

  Chapter 21

  Miranda awoke to a silent house. Even Jade, who lay curled up beside her, wasn’t making a sound. Obviously, Travis wasn’t back yet. With a yawn, she tossed the covers aside and sat up, noting that her ribs hurt less—either that or she was simply getting better at moving in ways that didn’t aggravate them.

  Padding barefoot into the bathroom, the first thing she noticed was the grocery bag filled with Travis’s clothes sitting on the floor. To have his things stashed in a corner so unceremoniously seemed wrong somehow—as though he were an unwelcome guest. He was certainly not unwelcome, although putting his clothes in a drawer might seem…presumptuous. Would he assume that the next step would be for him to move in permanently?

  Probably not. Although he lived with his brother, she had no idea whether they shared a house or an apartment. Leaving an apartment behind would be easy enough, but if they owned a house together, he wouldn’t give it up to move in with her, would he? The fact that he didn’t have room for a horse didn’t mean anything. Even a house in the country might not have a lot of land associated with it.

  She was still pondering this as she wandered back to her bedroom, her eyes landing on the dresser that still held some of Kris’s clothes. Not many, of course—only a few things he’d worn when he was home on leave and the personal items she’d received after his death. Although most of the drawers contained very little, she’d never seen any point in throwing any of it away, thinking that Levi might want it someday.

  She was surprised to discover that she could accomplish the task of emptying out the top drawer with only a passing wave of wistful nostalgia, rather than the grief she might have experienced in the early years. Still, it wasn’t permanent; she could always put Kris’s things back after Travis left. He wouldn’t stay forever—only until she was able to feed the horses again.

  She could’ve easily resumed her barn chores that morning. Even so, she wasn’t quite ready for him to leave yet—a
fact that had nothing to do with any work he might do for her. Nor was she afraid to be alone. It was more a matter of how much she would miss him.

  She gave herself a mental shake. Putting his clothes in a drawer wasn’t all that significant. She simply didn’t want him to have to live out of a grocery sack. There was no more to it than that…

  With nothing better to do, she was in the process of gathering up her dirty laundry when she heard Travis come in. He must’ve been shopping again; she could hear the rustle of bags and the sound of bottles rattling in the refrigerator. Hoisting the laundry basket onto her hip, she headed out to the kitchen. “Got anything you want washed?”

  “Maybe a few things.” Frowning, he stared pointedly at the basket. “Should you be carrying that?”

  “You’re starting to remind me of Denise,” she growled. “If it hurt, I wouldn’t be doing it.”

  “And does it hurt?”

  He already knows me much too well… “Maybe a little,” she admitted. “I do lots of things that hurt. This is just one more.”

  He arched an eyebrow. “As I recall, you aren’t supposed to lift anything heavier than a bottle of water. Better give me that.”

  She rolled her eyes, but relinquished the basket. “I’m not used to having anyone fetch and carry for me. I feel sort of restless—I needed something to do.”

  “Take up knitting,” he said over his shoulder as she followed him to the laundry room. “It weighs less.”

  “I might if I had any yarn or knitting needles, but I don’t.” She’d never done anything that domestic in her entire life.

  “You really aren’t used to sitting around, are you?”

  “Nope—wait, I can at least do that,” she said as he began sorting the clothes into the washer.

  Stepping aside, he waved her on. “Might even keep you out of trouble for a while.”

  “Trouble?” She could think of several things she’d done with him that might constitute trouble. Doing his laundry wasn’t one of them.