by Chloe Lang
“So will we, Charly. Good-bye.”
“Bye.” She clicked the red button and then couldn’t hold her emotions in check any longer. She sobbed. Life was about to get really tough.
Charly had the faintest awareness of Dax guiding her out of Norma’s and back to her hotel room. She cried the entire way. It came from deep inside her like an unstoppable flood of fear, anxiety, and even shame. How was she going to tell her mother?
Dax waved at the guy behind the counter and led her up the stairs. In a complete fog, she let him take charge.
“Kitten, let me have your key.”
About to fall apart, Charly fumbled it out of her purse and handed it to him. He opened the door. She ran to the bed and fell on it facedown, wailing into her pillow. She’d put all her eggs in a single basket, a basket with an egg-eating weasel named Sally.
She heard the door shut and then felt Dax crawl onto the bed next to her.
He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her hair. “I’m here, kitten. Everything is going to be okay.”
But it wasn’t. Charly had just counted the last of her money. Thirteen dollars and twenty-six cents was all that was left in her purse. She didn’t want to think about her bank account, which was likely already overdrawn. Her mother’s disability check wouldn’t deposit for another two weeks. That thought sent her into another round of uncontrollable sobs.
How had she screwed up so completely? She didn’t even have enough gas money to get out of the state, let alone back home to New York. If she was honest with herself, coming to Jessie’s wedding had been a fool’s detour. Sure, it was great to see her cousin, but if she’d stuck with the plan to take the bus, though ridiculously more than two and a half days of travel, it would’ve cost less than it had taking her car.
“Talk to me, Charly. What was the call about?”
She sniffled. “Did Drake tell you about my job interview in Malibu?”
He nodded.
“I didn’t get it.”
“Their loss.” He stroked her hair. “You’ll land something soon, I’m sure. What can I do to help make you feel better?”
She thought about asking him to leave, but being alone wasn’t something she wanted. Not now. “Just hold me.”
“My pleasure, sweetheart.” He pulled her in tight. His body felt like a castle’s stone wall that kept out enemies.
The only enemies she dealt with on a day-to-day basis were bill collectors. Her mother’s illness had drained what little savings they’d had after her dad got sent to prison. Hopelessness racked her insides, and she suffered another round of sobbing. Dax cradled her through it all.
Exhausted from the tears, she finally fell asleep in his arms.
Chapter Three
Charly awoke. The lamp on the desk was the only light on in her hotel room, but it was enough for her to realize she wasn’t alone.
Dax was leaning on one elbow, gazing at her. “Hey, kitten.”
He was under the covers with her. At the very least, he was naked from the waist up. The rest of him under the blanket was likely naked, too.
“Hey.” Like him, she wasn’t wearing anything. Clearly, he’d undressed her after she’d passed out from the crying. “What time is it?”
“Doesn’t matter.” He had such a sexy voice, similar to his twin but a bit deeper. “You need to rest more.” He reached out and moved her hair out of her eyes.
“Dax, I’m glad you stayed.” She must’ve looked like a mess to him. Her eyes felt swollen.
“Me, too, sweetheart.”
An image of her mother appeared in her mind. How would she pay for her mother’s medications next month? Her supplement covered the biggest percentage of the cost, but the remainder had always been picked up by Charly. She covered her face with her hands, trying to block out the anxiety exploding inside her once again.
Dax cupped her chin. “You’re thinking too much, kitten. Fuck Malibu. Things will work out. You’re smart. You’re honest. Charming. Beautiful.” He leaned in and kissed her, and the image of her mom disappeared.
Charly knew where this was headed. Drake and Heath had stolen her heart. Letting Dax, another Strong cowboy, this close was foolish, no doubt, but she needed his unspoken offer. More than that, she craved it. With a clearer head, she might’ve been able to resist her body’s urges, but not now, not after all that had happened. Besides, she’d already had sex with Dax. All she must do was keep her heart in check. This could be just sex—friends with benefits.
With his calloused hands, Dax caressed her body, causing heat and buzzing to spread through her. He could’ve fucked her while she’d been passed out, but he hadn’t. Instead, the cowboy had chosen to make her comfortable, keep her safe, and stay with her.
“Thank you, Dax.”
“For what, kitten?” Dax’s fingers glided over her shoulders like little massage therapists, working out every bit of tightness they discovered.
Charly loved his touches, and her mind began to quiet, pushing her worries away. She laid back on the mattress and enjoyed the sensations he was bringing to life in her body. Urges shot through her, making her warm.
He kissed her again, deeper and more intense than before. His lips tasted warm and delicious. Her toes curled as his hands moved to her naked breasts.
She moaned into his kiss when he pinched her nipples, providing her with passionate stings. Her clit began to throb, and her pussy dampened.
Dax ended their kiss. “You’re hot as hell, kitten. Feel this.” He grabbed her hand and shoved it to his cock, hidden under the covers. He was rock hard. “You’ve done this to me. I’ve been suffering since the moment I saw you in the diner. Now, you’re going to pay.”
Feeling brazen, she wrapped her fingers around his nine-inch monster but was unable to encircle all its thick girth.
“That’s perfect. Squeeze my cock, Charly.”
Charly obeyed and was rewarded by a wicked growl from deep within his chest. “You like this, cowboy?” she whispered.
“Kitten, you’re a naughty little thing, aren’t you?” he teased. “You’re going to find out what kind of animal I can be in the bedroom.”
“Show me, Dax.”
“You just waved the red cap at the bull, sweetheart.” Dax dove onto her neck with his mouth and covered her D-cup mounds with his hands. He sucked on her neck and gently massaged her breasts until she was mad with desire.
She wrapped her arms and legs around him. The ache in her pussy grew. “Dax…that feels…so…” Her thirst was too great, too powerful to resist. “Please, make love to me.”
He whispered wickedly, “Kitten, more to come. Much more. I’m going to enjoy having your pussy wrapped around my dick, but first, I want you thrashing under me and begging for more.”
Dax kissed her again, and she gazed into his dark brown eyes. So like his twin, but different. The same kindness was easy to see, but there was also a devilish charm. He smiled, and a hot sensation shot through her. She wanted Dax to take her right then, her need too great to resist.
As his tongue swept into her mouth, she closed her eyes, swamped by his fervor. His rough edges and wild nature called to her to surrender. He made her feel beautiful and so very feminine.
Her body trembled as his hands drifted down her sides, tickling her ever so slightly. Her skin felt electric, and her pussy got even wetter. “Please, Dax. Don’t make me wait. I need you to make love to me now.”
He laughed. “So, you want to run this show, kitten?”
She’d overstepped some line but didn’t know what. “That’s not what I mean.”
“That’s exactly what you meant, but that’s not how I roll, sweetheart. I see that you can be a bit bratty at times.”
“Bratty? I don’t understand what you mean.”
“You’ll learn, soon enough. Let me make it clear to you who is in charge, kitten.” Dax swallowed her right nipple and pressed on her clit, creating a mix of pleasure and pain that sent her to the moon.
Dax devoured and pinched her throbbing nipples. Moistness dripped from her pussy, and a shiver shot up and down her body.
“Who is in charge, kitten?” he asked, the edge in his voice so easy to detect.
“You are.”
“Whenever we’re having sex, you may call me Sir or Master. Got it, sweetheart?”
“Yes, Sir.” Something about his confidence and demands were getting to her on a different level. With him in charge in the bedroom, she didn’t have to worry about a thing. She didn’t have to try. And that was getting her ever so damp between her thighs.
Dax shifted down a bit on the bed. He kissed her belly and parted her thighs with his hands.
Tingles rolled through every inch of her. Charly’s breath caught in her chest as he laved her navel. Suddenly, she thought about Drake and Heath and froze. After almost coming to blows, those two had left her alone in the hotel. Was she creating another wedge between brothers by making love to Dax?
She choked out, “Dax, we shouldn’t. Drake and Heath are already at odds, and I’m the cause of that.”
“Shh, kitten. Not now. Heath caused that, not you. It happened a long time ago. I’ll tell you all about it, but right now, I want you out of your head with lust.”
What was it about him that undid her completely? “You promise we will talk later?”
His lips curled up, and he nodded. “Of course, sweetheart. Now, sit back and get ready for a wild ride. That’s an order.”
She gave him a mock salute.
“I’m going to definitely have to deal with your inner brat, kitten…but not tonight. Now, I want to touch you, kiss you, taste you, make you feel good.”
Wanting the same thing, she looked down at the cowboy between her legs and touched his hair. “Yes. Please, Master.”
His eyebrows shot up, and then he smiled broadly. “You don’t even know what you’re saying, but I sure do like the sound of it.”
“That makes me happy, Sir.”
He kissed both of her thighs. “Perfect. I can smell your need, kitten. Such a sweet aroma.”
Heat flooded her cheeks, and sparks danced along her skin. She watched him gazing at her pussy like it was something priceless.
“This pussy”—his fingers parted her folds, and his thumb grazed her clit, making her delirious—“is so cute.” It wasn’t as if he were talking to her any longer, but that his inner thoughts were bursting out from the awe he felt at what he saw.
His touches and words mixed together to create a marvelous brew that made her feel dainty and excited. She’d never felt so proud of her body than now. And Dax had been the cause of it all.
“You are soaked, kitten. Good girl. But I’m going to make you even wetter. I want to drown in your sweet juices.”
With one hand, Dax reached up and began massaging her breast again. With the other, he fingered her pussy. Her back arched up from the bed from the wild sensations he was creating inside her. Heat engulfed her, and she covered the breast that he wasn’t touching with her own hand.
He pinched her left nipple, and she followed suit, though lesser so than he. The sting shot from her breasts down to her channel like a lightning bolt of desire. When Charly felt the tip of his tongue touch her clit, she couldn’t stay still, wiggling under him.
“That’s it, kitten. Go wild for me.”
“Y–Yes, S–Sir.” She fisted the sheets as he sent a digit into her pussy and licked at her clit.
Like a live wire, Charly’s entire body seemed to be firing hot from Dax’s delicious torture.
“You’re really tight, kitten. I love that.”
Her body was sizzling, and she began to pant. Under his expertise in the bed, her worry had fled, leaving only a blazing frenzy to be stretched, filled, and possessed by Dax.
He put another finger inside her and captured her clit between his lips. She nearly fainted from the mouthwatering misery.
His digits went in deep, spreading out her pussy’s interior to make room for his mammoth cock. “Damn, woman. You’re quite a morsel. I’m thirsty for your passionate water.”
Without another word, Dax began swallowing her juices, sucking, licking, and nibbling on her swollen folds. His tongue danced its way over her most sensitive flesh, and though hard to believe, she got even wetter.
Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around his neck. The little encouragement worked wonders, and he feasted on her like a hungry lion would its prey. And her temperature and desire rose to the unbearable.
“Please,” she gasped. “I need you, Sir.”
“Yes, you do.” Once again he kissed her thighs. “Getting close, kitten. I can tell. Let’s see if I can push you over the edge.” With those words, he devoured her pussy, setting her insides on fire.
Suddenly, her climax erupted from her, venting a myriad of hot, trembling sensations through her body. Her thoughts were seductively hazy, and her womb clenched and flamed. Dax pressed on her clit with his tongue, providing the perfect friction and pressure. She trembled uncontrollably as another orgasm blew through her.
“God, yes! Yes!” Her nerves ignited more shivers and more electricity through her body. The blast of sensations shot through her like a cannon, and her pussy tightened, released, and tightened again.
Dax didn’t let up on his oral torture. Just as one climax began to subside, he would evoke another from her with more laves to her pussy and clit. Multiples never felt so good, and he knew just what to do to keep her going higher and hotter.
After what seemed an eternity of this, Dax stopped his masterful tongue bathing of her pussy. He rolled off the bed and pulled a condom out of the front pocket of his discarded jeans.
She wanted to call a halt to this, but couldn’t. The lust he’d awakened in her would not be fully satisfied until his cock was seated deeply inside her channel. Transfixed by his every move, she watched him sheath his dick.
Dax got on top of her, and she felt his hard-on pressing on her weeping sex. “Time for my kitten to feel my cock inside her sweet cunt.”
He wasn’t asking her for permission, causing her to pant for more from her take-charge cowboy.
Without hesitation, Dax guided his cock into her pussy, causing her to gasp. He was so big and monstrous. He slowly pierced her sex, taking time to claim each inch of her, stretching her beyond the limits she thought possible.
“God, I’ve wanted this, Charly. So much.” Dax filled her completely with one final thrust, making her gasp.
She closed her eyes, savoring the feel of him inside her and the joy at his confession to her.
He kissed her forehead. “You’re incredible, sweetheart.”
She chewed on her lip, then panted, “I–I’m glad you’re h–here, Sir.”
He began plunging in and out of her pussy with his dick, releasing a deluge of desire in her. Wrapping her legs around him, she let herself go, grasping hold of her want, her instinct, and her need.
Dax increased the rhythm of his deep thrusts. Her womb began to tighten, and her clit throbbed mercilessly. She thrashed under him like a wild woman, need flooding every part of her. Her breathing changed to panting. Her heart thudded in her chest like the hooves of a racehorse on the track. Faster and faster, he slammed into her. Deeper and deeper.
Her rational mind was shoved aside as raw impulse took her wholly. She clenched his dick with the inner walls of her pussy.
“Fuck, kitten. That’s so good.”
Pleased and craving more of his praise, she tightened around his shaft as hard as she could.
He grabbed her wrists and shoved them to the bed, pinning her in place. He looked to her like a man insane with lust. “I want you to come first, kitten. Understand?”
She nodded, feeling so tiny and feminine.
“Good girl. Let go now.” He began thrusting into her at just the perfect tempo. “Tell me ho
w it feels to have my dick inside your pussy, kitten.”
“G–Good.” Her insides were oscillating fast and furious. A million sensations, natural and powerful, crushed her deeply.
“Come for me, kitten.”
With his hands still holding her wrists, writhing under him felt crazy and amazing. Then her womb convulsed, and shivers took hold of all of her as her orgasm lambasted through her body, causing her to scream and scream and scream.
Lusciously addled, she wrapped her legs around him as his own need clearly was taking him over. His momentum became crazed and rushed. Suddenly, he sent his cock even deeper into her pussy in a single, powerful thrust.
“Fuck!” he yelled.
She could feel his cock pulsing inside her as he came.
Dax released her wrists and let his entire weight cover her, pinning her in a different way. His ragged breathing warmed her ear. Her own body was a humid puddle as her climax continued to provide tiny, delightful eruptions, each lesser than the one before. Thankfully, he kept his cock inside her pussy, allowing her to enjoy their physical connection longer.
“Dax?” she whispered.
His breathing changed, strengthened. “Yes, kitten.”
“Thank you.”
He leaned up and gazed down at her. “We’re not done, sweetheart.”
“But you came?”
“And I will come again. Didn’t I tell you that you’re not in charge here?”
She giggled. “Yes, Sir.”
“That’s my girl.”
After her cowboy lover finally relented and fell asleep with her securely in his arms, Charly realized she’d opened up another Pandora’s box with him. She shouldn’t have let him make love to her, but thank God he had. Now, she could deal with what to do next about her financial situation and not completely fall apart. That thought got her anxiety stirred back up, and she felt her shoulders starting to ache.
I can’t do anything tonight that will get me out of this difficult situation.
Enjoying the simmer that remained from having sex with Dax tonight, Charly snuggled more tightly into the sexy cowboy’s sleeping frame.
Tomorrow, I’ll face whatever I must. Now, I just want to enjoy the fantasy.
