by Mary Winter
He swallowed hard. Even now, his feelings swirling like a tornado across the Illinois landscape, he wanted her. The lussor pulsed between them, hardening his cock. His breathing became ragged. His fingers curled with the need to touch her.
“Reid,” Laura whispered.
“Yes?” He rested his forehead against hers, his body humming with anticipation.
“If you don’t want to do this, you don’t have to. I won’t make you.”
The fight drained out of him. Her simple admission, her concern for his well-being, no matter what might have happened in the past, touched him. This was difficult for all of them. He had to remember that. Not put his own feelings aside. No, he’d have to deal with them. “Honey, you can’t make me do anything I don’t want to do,” he drawled.
Her relief was palpable. She sagged against him, her arms coming up to circle around his torso. She rested her cheek against his chest, snuggling up to him. “Thank you. Thank you.” She hugged him tight.
Reid looked down at the top of her head. Still dressed in his coat, his dick throbbing, he shouldn’t be doing this. He should peel her fingers away and step back—now—before something happened that they’d both regret. He’d fucked her last night. Would do so again in a heartbeat, unless he stepped away.
So why wasn’t he moving?
Laura whimpered and burrowed deeper into his warmth. Reluctantly, slowly, he wrapped an arm around her back, holding her to him. Get away. Don’t do this. His emotions were confused enough without adding sex to it. And yet, the lussor crackled between them, a draw neither one could resist.
Move damn you. Step away from the woman. He remained frozen, his feet firmly on the ground. His hand slid up and down her spine. Even through her bulky coat, her slender figure called to him. He reached between them and lowered the zipper. It parted with a hiss of metal teeth, the sweater beneath thick and inviting. He stroked the soft fabric, fingers just barely brushing the undersides of her breasts.
She drew a quick breath.
Widening his stance, he let his hand slide down to her buttocks and then brought her flush against him. His own coat was in the way, as was hers. Sliding his hand to her shoulders, he shoved her coat down. She released her arms long enough for the garment to slide to the floor.
The point of no return. “If I go with you,” Reid said, his voice rough with desire, “it’s going to be for real. This isn’t a show just to free you from your father.”
“I know,” she answered in a breathy voice. “I want that, Reid. If you knew how much I wanted it…”
Her words trailed off as he captured her wrist with his fingers. Flattening her palm on his chest, he slid it lower, down past the button at the waistband of his jeans until he curled her fingers against his hard shaft. “When it’s just you and me, I want it too,” he admitted.
Laura smiled the soft, sensual smile of a woman about to be well-loved. Curling her fingers tighter, she stroked him through the denim. Back and forth. Up and down. Her lips parted, the plump lower one calling him so he dipped his head and captured it. Sucking on her lower lip, he drew it into his mouth.
Her tiny moan wrapped around his cock and squeezed. Legs tangling, he pressed her against the door. He released her only to claim her mouth, his tongue delving past her parted lips. She tasted like a home cooked breakfast, warm and welcoming. Te. Jacy. The Conclaves. None of it mattered at the moment so long as he had her body pressed against his and the lussor sparking with promise between them. Yeah, he’d be staying the night, because he wouldn’t let them leave for Brazos until he’d taken her over and over again. Then, she’d truly know what it meant to be his.
Chapter Five
For a moment in the car, Laura had thought she’d lost him. But here, with his mouth devouring hers, his hand pressing her palm to his denim-clad erection, she knew, at least when it came to sex, they were on the same page. Her father’s Conclave was something completely different. Right now, Brazos didn’t matter. Nothing did, except the feel of Reid’s hands on her sweater and the lussor burning her up from the inside out.
Reid tugged on her shirt. His warm fingers slid beneath to caress her skin. She shuddered, the pleasure going straight to her veins. It had always been like this with Reid. Just one look, a hint that there might be something more, and her pussy dampened. With every touch, her clit throbbed. Her nipples rasped against the lace of her bra. Beneath her palm, he throbbed. That tightness, that wanting, it filled every inch of her body. Take her hands away to pull off her sweater or keep touching him. The delicious dilemma made her writhe in his arms. She made little mewling noises against his mouth.
His fingers found the front clasp of her bra and flicked it open. Her breasts spilled into his palm. Lifting his mouth from hers, he tugged at her sweater with his free hand. “Let me see you,” he said. His deep voice massaged already aroused nerve endings.
Her breath caught in her throat. Looking into his blue eyes was like falling into the ocean. The hunger, the heat she saw there made her folds slick. Giving his cock a squeeze, she grabbed the hem and pulled her sweater over her head. She dropped it to the floor beside them. Her bra joined it.
Reid dipped his head to her breasts. He nuzzled her flesh, both palms reaching up to cup the rounded globes. Using his thumbs, he caressed her nipples into tight beads. Open mouth kisses branded her skin.
Laura threaded her fingers through his wavy, light brown hair. The sun-kissed strands matched his tanned skin. Her own bronze god. Tilting her head back against the door, she sighed as his warm mouth closed around her left nipple.
Flicks of his tongue drove her mad. She rocked her hips in a futile attempt to get closer to him. He devoured her. Each tug against her nipple created an answering pull deep inside her. The graze of his teeth, a roughness that contrasted with his gentleness.
This was the Reid she wanted. No holds barred, nothing except him, her, and the lussor sating itself with their passion. She clutched at his coat, managing to slide it off his shoulders. His shirt came next, her tugs at the buttons, popping one then two. They pinged to the floor.
Reid released her nipple. “Laura,” he moaned. “We should…the bedroom.”
“Here.” She demanded, using the little space he gave her to unfasten her jeans. She toed off her shoes then shoved denim and cotton down her legs.
Reid gasped and moved back enough to allow her to strip. He watched. A summer storm raged in his darkening eyes. Like the clouds rolling in on a humid day, the weather was about to break, and she’d enjoy every minute of it. He tore off his shirt then unfastened his belt and let jeans and briefs pool around his knees.
“My boots, damn,” he snarled as he jerked them off and stepped out of his clothing. He stood before her, gloriously naked.
Laura’s mouth went dry. She’d fucked him, had him before, and yet, barely inside her front door, her back close enough to feel the chill radiating from it, made things seem more urgent.
Reid stepped forward. He reached behind her cupping her ass, as if aware of the door as he sank to his knees.
“Spread your legs, honey,” he whispered.
She complied, watching his tawny head come level with her pussy. He blew a puff of warm breath across her damp curls. She spread her legs wider.
“Put your hands on my shoulders.”
She followed his orders. Beneath her palms, his muscles bunched. She leaned into him, his strength, his warmth.
He snaked his tongue along her labia.
Laura gasped, that first tremulous touch as fresh and new as it had been yesterday. Spreading her legs wider, she tilted her hips in silent invitation.
Reid smiled against her. His tongue continued its leisurely caresses along her folds, occasionally dipping inside to brush across her clit.
Laura dug her fingers into his shoulders. The need to lift her legs and wrap her thighs around his head had her shifting her weight onto the balls of her feet. God, his mouth was like heaven, mobile lips and tongue stroking
her in all the right places. He ate her like she ate rocky road ice cream, savoring every single lick. Her whimpers escalated into full-out moans.
“Please,” she begged. “I need you inside me.”
Reid continued his leisurely caresses of her clitoris. He swirled his tongue around it then wrapped his lips around the swollen bud and drew it into his mouth. He stroked the organ with long, licks, each one driving her closer to orgasm.
Her channel tightened. Would it always be like this, the hot and heavy need between them? The lussor sparked, going from a dull roar to a full-out scream. In all the times they’d had sex the last few days, she expected it to be sated. It wasn’t, and oh how she needed.
He speared her with his tongue.
Laura cried out. Eyes squeezed closed, she rode the pulses of sensation as her release neared. In tune with the thrusting of his tongue and the rising lussor, her body tightened with anticipation. Almost. There.
He thrust into her once more.
“Reid,” she screamed his name. Her orgasm hit hard enough to make spots swim in front of her eyes. Bent over, she clung to Reid, her nails leaving tiny furrows in his shoulders. Between her legs, his mouth stilled.
Her ragged breaths echoed around her. The cold door against her back forgotten, she watched as he pulled back. Her juices glistened on his lips and chin, and she hungered to taste herself on his mouth.
He eased her feet to the ground, standing in the process. With his hands just beneath her buttocks, he lifted her once more. “Wrap your legs around my hips, babe.” His cock brushed against her soft folds.
Laura moaned. She followed his instructions, locking her ankles around his lower back. His tip slid between her labia, and with a single thrust of his hips, he buried himself deep inside her.
“Oh yeah,” Reid growled. One step backed her against the door. He claimed her mouth, plunging his tongue inside.
She tasted herself on his lips, tart and salty. Pumping her hips, she clung to him, certain he couldn’t get deep enough to sate her body and her soul. Their tongues danced, mated, and each thrust of his hips drove her higher. She whimpered against his mouth. Flesh slid against flesh, the sounds of sex mingling with their panting breaths. She wanted it to be just like this. All the time.
Her fingers flexed. Her channel tightened. Please. Please. Her mental chant never quite made it to her lips. Her throat tightened, and she forced herself to open her eyes as Reid pulled his lips from hers. The need to watch him burned in her veins. With his eyes closed, his head tilted back, the cords stood out in his neck. The tight press of his lips, the determination etched into his features, all of it added to her pleasure.
He wanted her. He was fucking her. And right now, that simple knowledge made her past wrongs fade away. He promised to stand by her as she fought her family. That, and his passion for her, was all that counted. She’d do whatever it took to make sure he never regretted that decision.
She trailed kisses along his throat. She nipped at his shoulder, and he plunged into her hard enough to rattle the front door on its hinges. The head of his cock brushed against her cervix, and she whimpered at the added pleasure. He found the space up next to it, high and deep inside, that always drove her crazy. Grinding her hips against his, she worked him deeper, her pussy tightening around his like a fist.
With a ragged groan, Reid stiffened. His cock jerked inside her, and he came. The warm splash of his seed triggered her own orgasm, and she exploded around him. Eyes closed, forehead buried against his shoulder, she tried to find purchase as her release sent her spiraling out of control. Reid. He filled her senses, his musky aroma deep in her lungs, the taste of her juices still on her lips. With his cock buried inside her, she realized that she’d gotten far deeper in this than she’d planned.
Tiny aftershocks darted the length of her channel. With his hands still on her ass, Reid followed her to the ground. They toppled, with her landing sprawled across his chest. His palms cupped her, his lips searching for, and then finding hers. He kissed her, drawing out her release until she lay silent and sated against him.
“I think,” she said, pausing to catch her breath. “That we’re going to need a full day to pack.” Rearing back, she grinned at him. “Because something tells me that you and I may spend half of it in bed.”
Reid chuckled. “That is a distinct possibility.” He ran his hands along her spine. “You feel cold, let’s get you warm.” He started to lift her off of him.
“I don’t feel cold,” she purred. Lying on him, she was aware of his wadded jeans and knew he’d be more comfortable. Laura rolled to the side. She crawled down to his feet and started to pull off his boots. “Except you’re still way overdressed.”
Reid sat, those magnificent muscles in his abdomen contracting. She watched, aware her gaze was drawn to the arrow of hair leading down to his hardening cock. Her mouth watered. She leaned forward, running her finger along it from base to tip. If they continued like this, they’d never get to bed. And that was a bad thing? She stroked him, feeling him harden beneath her touch. Turning, she watched his expression as she lowered her mouth to him. His eyes widened then closed, a sublime smile on his lips as she wrapped her mouth around the head of his cock and sucked.
She drew her lips down his length, cherishing every moan, every swiftly indrawn breath. If she was going to make this work, and she’d be damned if she did anything to harm it, she’d have to seduce him without the lussor. Not today. Not when she could feel it running up and down her spine and pooling in her womb. No, once they were on the road.
Relaxing her muscles, she took him deeper. She made love to him with her mouth, drawing her lips along his shaft before taking him deep in her throat. With her tongue, she stroked him, pausing to toy with the nerves behind the head, probing his eye. His hips rose and fell, fucking her mouth. One large hand cradled the back of her head, holding her there for his thrusts.
Her pussy ached. Even as sated as she was, Laura wanted him again. She cupped his balls, fondling them. She rolled them in her palm and took time to caress the skin between and behind. His husky moans deepened. Could she make him come again?
The personal challenge galvanized her. She knew she wanted him. Her slick folds testified to the depth of her need. A hand closed around her ankle, drawing her legs toward him. Reid walked his fingers up her leg, pausing to caress the sensitive place behind her knees. Then, two fingers stroked her labia. His thumb found her clit, the fingers sliding inside her channel to finger fuck her in time with her sucking.
Laura moaned around the thick cock in her mouth. She couldn’t last much longer, not with Reid curling his fingers and stroking her G-spot on every thrust.
“Come for me, Laura. I want to feel your pussy tighten around my fingers.” His rough order sent a fresh wave of moisture to her sex.
It wouldn’t be much longer. Already, she felt the telltale contractions of her release flutter through her.
Reid pressed his thumb against her clit, rotating it slightly.
Laura tried to hold back her escalating whimpers. She focused on Reid’s cock, on his husky moans and the rise and fall of his hips. It became a race to see if she could make him come before she exploded. She doubled her efforts, her fingers tracing the path her lips followed before dipping down to fondle his balls. She toyed with the soft skin behind, even slipping up to press a finger against the tight ring of his anus.
Reid groaned.
In the palm of her hand, his balls tightened. So close, just as his fingers curled and stroked her G-spot. Remember this. Remember how good we are together.
A ragged moan erupted from Reid. He stiffened, his cock twitching in her mouth. Relaxing her throat, she took him deeper, and with a harsh cry, he came. Warm seed splashed down her throat, and she swallowed every drop before licking him clean with her tongue. Only then, did she allow herself to come. A final thrust of his fingers, and she exploded around his hand. Releasing his cock, she cried out as she slumped against his legs.
Tiny explosions darted through her body. Her panting breaths echoed while her channel contracted and released around his fingers.
Sated, they lay on the floor.
The barest hint of a breeze from around the closed door combined with the cool floor urged her to action. “The bed,” she whispered.
His fingers trailed down her body, caressing her flank, he reached for his clothing then dropped them. “The bed,” he agreed. And together, they tumbled into the bedroom and under the covers. Laura tucked the idyllic moment back in her mind, because she feared, once she got to her father’s, things were about to change, and not for the better.
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The next day, Reid found Te in the barn cleaning stalls. Apparently, Jacy had gone into town because the truck wasn’t there. He stopped at the end of the aisle, watching Spot poke his nose over the stall door. A few mares were inside, the familiarity of the barn seeming at once old and new. If he went to Texas with Laura, this wouldn’t be his life anymore, would it? They hadn’t discussed what would happen once her father released his hold on her, whether they returned to StarMyst or stayed down there. He’d assumed that they’d come back, but now, standing here, watching Te complete the endless chore of stall cleaning, he didn’t know.
Te leaned the pitchfork against the wall and turned to face him. “Thought you’d be on the road to Texas.” He nodded.
Reid battled with how much to really tell his foster brother. The lussor crackled around him, as sated as it’d been in a long time. It wouldn’t take a genius, or a really powerful sorcerer for that matter, to know what he and Laura had been doing. “Decided to take a day to pack.”
“And other things I see.” Te’s grin sobered. “You know, I should be mad as hell at Laura for bringing this to our doorstep. But then again, Edwin never told any of us. I asked Jacy. She didn’t know anything about Laura being from Brazos.” Te exhaled a long sigh and grabbed the handle of the pitchfork. “I’m more worried about you.”
