by Taylor Berke
“Thank you for your permission, Doctor, but I really wasn’t asking. Come with me now so I can fuck you into oblivion,” Jackson ground out.
She took his hand as he led her into the bathing area. Steam from the sunken tub cast a sensual tone to the space. Billie loved how the tub was completely hidden under stacked stone that even edged the top, like it was a hot spring. She had felt very decadent ordering it this way but must have instinctively known that there was an amazing man just waiting for her out here in Stony Creek, Wyoming.
Jackson stepped into the water first and groaned out a sigh of pleasure as he sank into the sculpted tub. She took his hand and stepped in after him. He had his hands on her hips and she watched as he just allowed his eyes to roam up and down slowly, taking in her soft curves. His lips curved into a devilish smile.
“Baby, you are perfection, from your soft, lush breasts, to this narrow little waist, to your gorgeous, fuckable ass. For now though, come here and let me pleasure you.”
He pulled her forward and moved her thighs to the outside of his as he sat on the submerged ledge. She slowly sank down, inch by inch, onto his huge erection.
With her head thrown back, she sighed in raw pleasure as she felt him stretch her channel deliciously tight. It was like being speared with a scalding poker of hot fire. His face was a mask of tight control as his hands tightened around her hips as her ass met his sack. They stared into each other’s eyes as she began to move sensually up and down his shaft, clenching as she got to the tip. Jackson leaned over her and roughly sucked the skin at the base of her neck into his wet mouth. As she continued to move up and down, increasing their pleasure, he bit her lightly, ensuring that there was another mark of his on her body that would brand her as his alone. His hands helped her increase the pace as one of his thumbs ran from where they were joined to the hood of her clit. He teased her by rubbing over and over it, eliciting rough cries from her throat. She felt the tip of his finger begin to run down the crack of her ass and swirl around the outside of her dark, puckered hole. She momentarily stiffened in shock.
“Easy, baby,” he crooned in her ear. “I am just stretching you a bit so I will be able to sink my cock into your amazing ass soon. Just relax and let me love you.”
Jackson suddenly pinched her clit with his thumb and forefinger, forcing an explosion of radiating ecstasy that pulsed from her pussy to the roots of her hair. Sensing her impending orgasm, he quickly slid his finger fully into her dark hole, pressing the sides of her soft, forbidden walls. Her pleasure raced on and on, forcing her thighs to squeeze Jackson’s violently while riding him hard. Her hoarse cries and clenching had him slamming her hips into his groin, bringing on an orgasm of epic proportions that made his cock feel like it would burn away. He continued to shudder and hold her tight against him as he released long, hot streams of his cum into her channel while roaring out his pleasure.
Billie just sagged against Jackson’s chest, panting uncontrollably from the bliss that he had just bestowed upon them. His harsh breathing rocked her as he caught his breath. She felt his light kisses over her head and cheeks as she rubbed her face against his wet body like a contented kitten.
“Jackson, that was…” She couldn’t find the words to describe the feelings that were running through her.
“Shh. Just let me hold you. Don’t try to think for once. Just be,” he murmured into her hair.
She didn’t know how long they lay there like that, but after a period of time, he turned on the jets and lovingly soaped up her body, worshipping her every curve. He even washed her hair, turning it into a lesson in sensual play as he used his fingers to coax every bit of pleasure not only from making love but a loving massage as well. God that man has amazing hands, she thought. Billie let out a giggle and thought that she could retire in Tahiti if she just rented this man out as a love slave.
“Are your brothers and cousins as amazing as you are when it comes to pleasuring women, Jackson?” she breathlessly asked him, practically purring in enjoyment.
He stopped his massage to roughly turn her to face him. “I wouldn’t really know that sort of information, madame, but I assure you, if you ever think to test any other waters, Powell or otherwise, prepare for not being able to sit on your ass for a decade.” His eyes blazed with heated jealousy.
She felt her pussy clench again in response to his possessiveness. “I wasn’t interested in learning firsthand, Jackson.” She tried to soothe him by running her soapy hands over his chest, placing light kisses on his sensuous lips.
“I just thought that we could make a fortune if we opened a sex ranch with the Powell men pleasuring women who need some affection both physically and psychologically. I have never been this relaxed or sexually satisfied. I think I am going to need to put this in the town’s paper under services for hire.” She purred into his ear. At his lopsided grin that followed, she tightened her arms around his neck in amusement.
“Just make sure my only client is one incredibly hot doctor who doesn’t have enough common sense to stay off of ladders. Also please do not mention this to my mother or aunt because they have been hankering for a vacation house. They might see this as a good idea to increase revenue without them having to do a lick of work!” He laughed out loud.
Chapter Thirteen
“Good god, woman, I ought to marry you,” Jackson moaned out as Billie kneaded his buttocks rhythmically with both of her hands. “I had no idea that your hands were so strong. Baby, if I knew what sort of doctoring you could do with those fingers alone, I might not have played so hard to get!”
Billie was sitting on Jackson’s back but facing his feet, her naked body pressed intimately against Jackson’s lower back while rubbing his butt. It turned out that he had a thing with his behind being rubbed, apparently a huge turn-on. Really, though, a soft breeze seemed to turn on Jackson. If Billie wanted to get any rest, perhaps this wasn’t such a good idea. Well, it’s not a bad way to go! she thought with a devilish grin. She had made them comfort food for dinner, her own gourmet version of a pot pie. Jackson was such a carnivore that she was hesitant to use only chicken, but he had devoured his own and all of her leftovers. How the heck the man had the body on him that he had, she had no idea.
Billie let her eyes wander over his taut buttocks, firm thighs, and sculpted calves. Years of ranching and life in the saddle had left him looking like a feast for the feminine eyes. It had better be only her eyes from now on, she thought suddenly. Images of Gwen’s evil verbal spewings interrupted her musings. Billie decided then and there that it was time for a talk about what was going on.
“Jackson?” she whispered over the soft crackle of the fireplace.
“Mmm-hmm?” was all the reply she heard.
“I want to talk about what is going on here, if it’s okay with you.”
Jackson lifted his head to look over his shoulder at her bare form that was sitting on his own naked skin. She knew that he could feel her hot folds pressing warm and moistly on his cock. He sighed in pleasure. With a suddenness that startled Billie, he bucked up, almost to throw her off, and flipped over onto his back. His hands were lightning quick as he caught her just as she was going to fall to the side and locked her against his groin. He wore a naughty expression that she couldn’t quite read. All she knew was that his fingertips were running lightly up and down her spine while he pressed his ever-present erection against her creamy femininity.
“I would think what was going on would be perfectly obvious to a trained doctor, such as yourself, baby. No?” Jackson quirked his lips up as though in innocent thought.
“Um, no. I was wondering what direction you see us going in. I mean, after this weekend, some things have changed.” Billie was rather nervous bringing it up. What if this didn’t mean as much to him as it did to her? What if it didn’t mean much to him at all? After all, the Powell men had legions of women on standby to become part of their world. They traipsed through Billie’s office every day talking about the Powell
men, unaware of her personal vested interest. People trusted their doctors, and well, just unloaded their deepest thoughts and desires on them as though needing to vent.
“Okay, darlin’. Here is my take on what has occurred and where I think we are going. First of all, we made lots and lots of good love. Well, not entirely true. It was amazing, no, spectacular loving. Yep, that’s what it was. Oh, I guess it could also be referred to in medical terminology as practicing baby making. Sure, that’s it! Does that clear anything up for you, baby?” Jackson teased.
Jackson could tell from Billie’s annoyed look that she didn’t find his teasing very amusing. Jackson couldn’t have been more pleased if he had won the lottery at that moment. Her obvious need for reassurance fired his heart and his blood like nothing ever had in his life. She must be genuinely falling for him if she needed that. No more games, he inwardly sighed in relief. His erection pulsed against her in response to his thoughts, but ironically it was his heart that took precedence at that moment.
“Baby, all teasing aside, it should be blatantly obvious what is going on here. After denying both of us for way too long, I realized that I don’t think I can live without being near you. I know for sure that no other man is ever going to touch you again. Don’t be afraid of me or this change. It just makes us an official ‘us.’” He thought for a moment and continued with a laugh, “Now we are officially boyfriend and girlfriend.”
Billie snorted at that ridiculous end to his speech. Boyfriend indeed! Men really were annoying creatures. She felt his hands still in their explorations of her back and tighten around her waist.
Jackson looked her in the eye and said, “Billie, I am so crazy about you and have been since I met you, too. You are now mine. Together we will figure out the details, but, baby, you have to feel how right this is. Mine. Yours. Ours. That’s what is happening.”
After several more hours of loving that took place in front of the snowy picture window, on the stairs, and finally in the waterfall shower, they fell into bed with a condition that Billie called “A pleasure coma.” They woke late in the morning with their bodies curled together, his behind hers, in a tangle of sheets and limbs. She giggled not only from the light kisses he peppered on her ear and neck but the feel of his rock-hard morning arousal.
His arms tightened around her as he felt her ticklish response. Suddenly she wrenched herself out of bed and stood in the middle of her bedroom unaware of the effect of her glorious nudity. Jackson rolled over on his side and propped himself up on one hand to unabashedly observe the sway of her breasts as she jumped.
“What is the matter, baby?” he asked with a yawn.
“It’s Sunday,” Billie practically yelled at him. For his life, Jackson had no idea what it was about Sunday that had her crazed. He continued to look at her lasciviously. Maybe she was disturbed that he hadn’t fucked her first thing and was feeling deprived. He actually thought that was hilarious and began to chuckle out loud at that thought. After settling, he looked at her and shrugged his shoulders as though to say he was confused as to what Sunday meant.
“I have to make your mom and aunt pies, you dolt! Ugh, men. Apparently all they teach in Wyoming schools is about cows, rodeo, and snow!” With that, she grabbed her robe and turned to run downstairs. Problem with that was that she hadn’t looked where she was going and promptly fell right over a two hundred pound Madison.
“Ugh!” she yelled and she flew facedown onto the carpet. Jackson was by her side in a flash as was the culprit of her attack.
“Are you okay, baby? Gotta be careful of the wildlife around here. They also teach not only about the cows but also how to watch out for them!” He laughed.
Downstairs, Billie made them breakfast while rapidly whipping together two pies to bring to dinner. Jackson was quiet through the morning and she wondered to herself why. She crossed the room to wrap her arms around his shoulders while he sat on the couch.
“Why is such a good-looking man so quiet right now? Seems a shame.”
He clasped her forearms in his hands and gave a gentle squeeze. “Just kinda bummed thinking that things are going to be different tonight, as I have to sleep back at my place.” His voice sounded thick and held no small amount of regret.
Billie sighed and hugged him tighter. She hadn’t thought about that. It was as almost though she forgot that he lived in his own house. With a pang in her heart, she kissed him on the side of his neck.
“Well, I guess we are just going to have to have a lot of phone sex and sexting. You do know how to sext, Jackson?” she teased inquisitively.
He shot her a hot look. “I think I might need some lessons, baby. We can start during dinner tonight. If I send you a text and you blush, then I guess I am doing it correctly!”
Billie moved away with a laugh and went to check on her pies. She ran her eyes over his incredible body as he unrolled from the couch to look out the window. Her eyes heatedly took in the unbuttoned jeans and his naked chest. As though on cue, her cell phone buzzed across the room. Billie didn’t take her eyes from him as she moved to pick it up.
Jackson heard her gasp and quickly turned to see what had caused her obvious distress. He saw her lips tremble and was immediately concerned. He wrapped her in his arms and gently took the cell phone from her hand.
“Gonna fuck you, bitch. Gonna fuck you up real good.”
Jackson engulfed her in his embrace as though to block out her very visible fear and kissed her on the top of her head. He took deep breaths in an attempt to hide his rage from her. He wanted her to see him only as calm, but what the fuck? He wanted to kill whoever was sending her these threats with his bare hands. It was going to be a very interesting dinner at the Powell ranch after he discussed this with his family.
* * * *
The Powell house was as boisterous as ever as Jackson and Billie walked up to the front door. Billie leaned forward and grabbed Jackson’s hand in a death grip, effectively pulling him to a stop. He turned and looked down at his lady love with a smile. She looked anxious and pale. He was immediately concerned that she was afraid of whoever has been scaring her.
“Don’t worry, baby,” he quickly reassured her. He put his pie down on the railing and swept her into his embrace. He tried to block out any fear he thought she had running in her.
“How can you tell me not to worry? Everyone knows what we have been doing for two days, Jackson! How can I face you mother and aunt?”
Jackson looked at her with an impish grin, as though reliving some of the more salacious moments of their weekend in his head. Obviously enjoying his thoughts, she felt his chest rumble with laughter.
“I would think it would be my brothers and cousins that you should worry about,” he teased.
“Oh god! How could I have forgotten about them? I will never be able to look them in the eyes again,” she wailed.
Jackson thought the whole scenario was pretty damn funny. He had guessed incorrectly as to the nature of her upset. This was much better. He could imagine her gorgeous chest suffuse with blush as his family imagined their weekend activities. Jackson leaned over and parted the edges of her coat, leaving no question in her mind that he was ogling her cleavage. As if on cue, he ran the edge of his fingertip down the inside of one of her breasts to where the two were mashed together.
Billie felt as her G-string was immediately soaked with a rush of moisture as she sucked in her breath at his arousing caress. She observed as his eyes took on a heated look as he leaned down to take her mouth with his.
“Don’t bother calling them, Mom, they are out here sucking face on the porch!” Benjamin yelled out to the rest of the house as he opened the door. “Geez, I would think that the two of you could take a break for at least a couple of hours, no?” Ben had a shit-eating grin on his face as he tormented the couple. Billie did then blush, just as Jackson had predicted, from hairline to chest.
“Looks just as arousing as I thought it would be,” Jackson whispered into her ear.
The window next to the door slid up as two male faces leaned out to join the party. “Well, that’s the best compliment you have ever given me, brother!” Troy yelled from the opening. He had a huge smile on his face. If that weren’t enough to cause Billie to burn up with embarrassment, Cole’s face that was leaning on his hand followed a glance to the front picture window where Hunter, Brody, Bill, and Donny were observing the scene with rapt attention. Just kill me now, Billie thought.
“Excuse me, boys, but unless you want to feel the smack of my spoon against adult behinds, you had better let Doc in and stop teasing her. Once she gets over her blush, she can remind you that she knows ways to make your, um, manliness, not be so manly!” Lillian declared to her male family members.
Florence strode forward and picked up the pie that Jackson had left out with one hand and grabbed Billie’s hand with the other. She stopped in her march and turned momentarily to look back at Jackson. “Your uncle would have been proud of you!” she said with a naughty smile.
“Florence!” Lillian burst out. “We are the only three women here and we are supposed to stick together.”
Please kill me now and bury me! Billie thought with a groan.
As the women settled in the kitchen to talk, probably about the success of their plan at getting Jackson and Billie finally together, the men congregated in the den. Jackson was greeted with bawdy comments by his brothers and cousins. His own father slapped him on the back and squeezed his shoulder affectionately. He heard his father quietly say, “You look happy. Haven’t seen that on you for a long time, son. I really like this girl.”
Jackson had to smile at his father and dodge the slap to his arm that Hunter was about to deliver. Talk about emotion. Hitting him was the only way Hunter knew how to express warm sentiment.
