Wealthy and Wanted

by Alexa Riley

  I feel his hot length between us, and it's a demanding presence that has to be as desperate as I am. It’s bulging against his jeans, and I shamelessly use it to my advantage as I get closer and closer to my climax.

  My fingers grip his shirt so tightly I hear the material protest. But as he rocks me against his cock, a loud groan comes from Clay, and he breaks the kiss as his head falls back. The sight of him so far gone sends me over the edge, and my orgasm hits me like a wrecking ball.

  Through the fog of pleasure, he keeps working my hips for a few more seconds, and it drags the climax out of me. I can’t take it anymore, so I collapse into his big body and bury my face in his neck. After a moment he wraps his arms around me and holds me tight. Tears sting my eyes from the emotions bombarding me.

  I don’t know how long we sit there, but at some point I must have dozed off. When I come to, I see the sun is setting, and I’m still in Clay’s lap straddling him as he drives. One of his arms is around me, and I turn my head to breathe him in. I brush my mouth against his neck, and I feel his cock jerk against me. It’s hard again, or maybe it never went down at all.

  “Behave, we’re almost back at the big house. One accident is all I can handle.”

  “Fine,” I tease and steal one more kiss on his neck.

  The accident feels so long ago. Time is different here with Clay. I haven't been here for long, but it also feels impossible to have only known him a short time. What is it about this land that feels so familiar and right?

  The Gator stops a few moments later and I shift to get off his lap. He takes my hand and keeps a hold of it as we walk into the house and up the stairs.

  “I think today might have been the best day of my life,” I tell him.

  I want him to know what this means to me. If that accident taught me anything, it's that life can change in a split second. Clay saved me this time, but I won’t always have him.

  “Mine too,” he says. “And it won’t be the last.” The way he says it makes it sound like a promise. “You’re my beautiful girl.”

  Before I can respond, he’s kissing me again. I kiss him right back because today I want nothing more than to belong to him.

  Chapter Ten

  Clay

  What am I doing?

  I know good and damn well she’s engaged to someone else, but the way her body feels against mine is too fucking good. I can’t let her go, not now, not ever.

  I’ve never kissed before and never imagined it would feel this good. As we stand in my bedroom with my lips on hers, I don’t ever want to stop. She’s so soft and tastes like sunshine. Her hands rest on my chest as mine explore her body, rubbing her curves and tangling in her long hair.

  “Can I take this off?” I ask, my voice deep and demanding. I tug at the edge of her shirt, and she nods, a blush blossoming on her cheeks.

  I pull the material up and over her head and toss it on the ground. I kiss her again before taking off my own shirt because I want to know what it’s like to feel her warm skin against mine.

  Should I tell her this is all new to me? Would that scare her away? Does it even matter? I’ve never wanted this before, and now it’s all I can think about. Touching every part of her and feeling it against my own. The thought of her wet pussy on my cock is too much, so I push that away. This is enough…for now.

  Her hands move, and suddenly her bra is gone, and her breasts are touching my stomach. Her tight nipples tickle me, and I lean back to look at them. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful, and I wish I had the words to tell her so. Instead I kneel down in front of her so I’m eye level with them and just stare.

  Her fingers dance along the tops of my shoulders as she watches me. After a moment of just drinking her in, I lean forward and gently kiss the underside of one breast. It’s softer than her lips, which I didn’t think was possible, and I lean in to rub my face against it. Then I move to the other and do the same thing, wanting to rub her body all over mine. How is she so fucking soft?

  “Clay,” she hisses when I suck one nipple into my mouth, because now I want to know what it tastes like.

  She’s like fresh silk as I lick her there, learning every curve she owns. I want her body to be so attuned with mine that she opens for me the second I lay my eyes on her.

  “Let me see all of you,” I demand. This time my voice is not so gentle.

  My hands are at the button of her jeans, and her fingers come there to meet mine. I look up into her eyes, and she opens them for me, a silent invitation to take what I want. Oh, I plan on it.

  My lack of experience won’t impede my eager need and how desperate I am to have her. I want to know what that orgasm she had tasted like, and I plan on eating my fill between her legs.

  When I take her jeans off, I yank her panties down with them so they’re around her knees bunched up. Her legs are tight together, but I still see the small patch of curls hidden between them, and I fall forward to bury my nose in it. I inhale deep, all the way to the bottom of my lungs, trying to have as much of her in me as I can. I’ve found the source of her sunshine and I want to bathe in it.

  “Oh god,” she whispers in a shaky voice as I keep smelling her and rubbing my face all over her pussy.

  Maybe I am the bear everyone says I am, because all I want to do is rub all over her and then hibernate between her legs. I have this overwhelming need to get her scent on me so I never forget it or have to go without.

  “More,” I growl and shove her jeans lower until she steps out of everything. Without thought, I pick her up and toss her back on the bed, dragging her ass to the edge. “Spread.”

  Seeing her completely naked on my bed has made me crazy. Suddenly I’m a bull with a red flag waving in front of me as she widens her knees and shows me all the pretty pink that waits for me.

  I curse and crawl to her pussy like I’ve found water in the desert. I’m desperate to drink her in. She cries out, and her hands go to my hair, but I won’t be stopped.

  I lick over her clit and her wet lips, and she’s messy with need. I rub it all over my face like a man in battle and then slide two fingers inside of her. I don’t know what possesses me to do it, but I just need to feel her, feel inside of her, right this second.

  “I-I think…oh shit.”

  I suck on her lips, rocking my fingers inside of her. Then when I do the same to her clit, her back arches, and she comes off the bed as she cries out in pleasure. It’s too fast, and I don’t want it to be over, so I growl as I flip her over and pull her ass back.

  She’s on her knees now with her face in the bed as I wiggle my tongue inside where my fingers were. I pet her clit while my tongue fucks her, and she’s getting louder. I want her to scream the fucking house down so everyone knows she belongs to me.

  The sight of her bent over like this and ready for my cock is too much for me. With my other hand I jerk open my jeans and let my cock flop free between us, hard and heavy with cum.

  I switch hands so that I can use the wet one to jack myself off while I eat her pussy. I’ve never been one to masturbate, but right now I don’t have a choice. I have to fucking cum right this second.

  She makes a whining sound, and when I look up, I see she’s staring back at me, at my cock. She’s watching me jerk off and the slapping sounds of my hand on my dick echo in the room.

  “You wanna watch?” For some reason I want her to see it. I want to be as raw and real as I can in front of her. I don’t want anything between us, and that includes being shy.

  “Yes.”

  “Sit on my face.” I move back on the floor and lie down on the rug.

  She looks at me and hesitates for only a second before she climbs off the bed and comes over to me. I hold out my hand, and she takes it as I help guide her knees on either side of my head. She sits up and I put one hand on her ass while the other is on my cock.

  “Just watch,” I tell her when I start to stroke it and lick her at the same time.

  The rhythm is the same, an
d with every long lap of her pussy, I slide my fist down on my dick. She moans as she rocks her hips on my face, and although I can’t see her, I don’t need to. I’ve made a map of her body in my mind, and I can picture exactly how her tits are swaying as she rocks on me.

  I’m so close to cumming, but she’s enjoying the show, so I knuckle up and force it down. Her pussy is juicy and sweet like fresh fruit, and I can’t stop eating it. Could I even take my mouth away from this long enough to fuck her? Probably not.

  I’m so lost in my own thoughts I don’t feel her lean closer to my cock until her mouth is on it. My eyes fly open, and the air leaves my lungs as her mouth wraps around the head of my cock and she sucks.

  “FUCK!” I shout because it feels like lightning has struck the head of my cock.

  “Not a fan of blow jobs?” I hear her say, and I close my eyes tight.

  She does it again, but this time when she sucks, I feel her tongue encircle the tip. “I-I’ve never. Fuck.”

  She stills for only a moment before taking more of my length in her mouth. I growl and grab her hips and jerk her back to my mouth. My cock slips free, and she moans, but she’s not taking this pussy from me. Her small hands move around my shaft, and now she’s the one jerking me off.

  She tries once more to wiggle away, and I can’t take it. I roll us over so I’m on my knees, and I can pin her pussy down.

  “Stop trying to take it away,” I scold, leaning down and tonguing her pussy once more.

  I feel her sucking my dick again, and I swear I almost lose consciousness. It’s all I can do to keep my weight off of her as I eat her and get my cock sucked at the same time.

  If she had any intentions of leaving me before, it’s not fucking happening now. Ever.

  One long lick between her folds and she’s raising her hips to meet my mouth. I suck on her clit and flick my tongue over it at the same time, and I feel her mouth move away from my cock as she cries out.

  Her orgasm this time is longer and harder than the first, and I feel like a god. I gave this to her, and I intend on doing it over and over until she can’t use her legs to try and walk out of my life.

  As I slowly taste her to stretch out the pleasure as much as possible, I feel her hands on my cock. I’m already so primed that only a simple tug has my cum shooting between us and all over her breasts. I look down and watch as ribbons of cum splash across her, and she watches in fascination.

  When my legs can’t hold me up any longer, I fall to her side and try to catch my breath. We’re both naked and dirty with our walls down, and I’ve never felt more connected to someone in my life. Sharing something so raw and real makes me look at her with different eyes. She’s impossibly more beautiful covered in my cum, and all I want to do right now is hold her.

  Like that first time I saw her in my kitchen, visions of just embracing her in my arms flash in my mind. I get up off the floor and then pick her up and carry her to the bed. When she tries to pull the blanket up to cover her, I shake my head.

  “Not tonight, beautiful girl.” I touch her chin and trace my thumb over it. I can’t stop looking at her. “Nothing between us tonight.”

  She nods as she curls into my body, and I wrap my arms around her. I could close my eyes right now and have the best night of my life, but instead I spend hours just watching her sleep.

  Chapter Eleven

  Dotty

  I can’t stop smiling as Clay kisses down my spine, and I roll over wanting to kiss him too. We spent hours kissing each other last night. I think sometimes we’d nod off only to wake up and start kissing again.

  “Hey, beautiful,” he says lazily, his lips pulling into a half-smile. His dark hair is a mess from me running my fingers through it.

  “Hey, yourself.”

  This time when his lips touch mine, it’s lazy and slow. His tongue caresses me with each stroke, and I remember that wicked thing between my thighs. I still can’t believe the pleasure he gave me, the need I had to do the same to him. It tossed away any shyness I might have had, and we shared something more powerful than I could have imagined.

  I wrap my arms and legs around him, loving the feel of our naked bodies pressed into each other. He pulls his mouth away but changes his mind a moment later, and he’s kissing me again. He gives a reluctant groan before he finally stops.

  “Keep your hold on me, baby. Don’t let go…”

  “I wasn't planning on it.” He picks me up and carries me toward the bathroom.

  His steps falter when I nibble on his neck a little too hard and his cock, trapped between us, jerks. I feel the pre-cum on his cock smearing all over my skin, and I groan.

  My nipples tighten against his hard chest as I think about Clay putting his mark on me. Around here they put a brand on cattle so they can’t be taken and sold. If Clay branded me, then maybe no one could take me from him. What would happen if I didn't go back? Would they toss my sister to Judge next?

  I want to cry because my options of marrying Judge or making my sister do it are pretty freaking terrible. What if Kat came here to stay—would Clay even let her? I think he might if he knew it would mean I could stay too. We only have to wait until she’s 18 and then my parents can’t stop her, really.

  But then my parents would lose everything. I hate that I have so much guilt over it, because they didn't have any when they sold me off to Judge.

  Clay turns on the water in the shower before he steps inside. His hands roam up and down my back, and the rough feel of them is so good against my skin. It isn't only the touch that I enjoy but how strong and safe it makes me feel. Even now as his hands slide over me, he’s pushing away all thoughts of my family.

  “Can I wash you?” I ask, looking up at him, and the warm water spills over us.

  “You can do anything you want, baby.”

  He puts me down, and I take my time washing every inch of him. I take note of every scar and freckle on his body because I want to know everything about this man. Then he does the same to me until we’re once again lost in the moment and kissing until we’re breathless.

  Can you be addicted to another person? I have this uncontrollable need for Clay. I’m not sure I can handle losing him. I’m going to talk to him about everything. I know he’ll figure it out or fix it somehow.

  A weight lifts off my shoulders at how simple it is to just share this burden. It’s crazy how fast I’ve come to trust him and how I’ve felt safe since I walked through the door. Even when he was stomping around and shouting.

  “You okay?” He tilts my head back to look up at him.

  “Yes, thanks to you.” I lean in and kiss his chest over his heart.

  “I know where this is going.” A deep chuckle escapes. “We’re running out of hot water and I’m not letting you take a cold shower on this delicate skin. I also need to feed you.”

  I’m not sure cold water actually hurts your skin, but I don’t say nothing. I enjoy the thought of him taking care of me and watching out for me too.

  “Fine,” I huff, pretending to be upset, but my smile wins out, and he knows I’m teasing.

  “There will be more showers, I can promise you that.” He pulls us out of the shower, and we both get dressed. It’s for the best we put clothes on, or we won’t get anything done today.

  “I know you’re running later than normal. There’s still time for me to make you a quick breakfast.”

  A giant smile lights up his handsome face. He crosses the bedroom and drops a quick kiss on my mouth. He surprises me when he lifts me up and tosses me over his shoulder, making me laugh. He carries me to the kitchen, and I fear my smile will split my face as I happily bounce along in his grip.

  “Good thing I’m the boss. I show up whenever the hell I want.” He sets me down on the kitchen counter. “Figured the least I could do is carry you in here.”

  “Thank you for the ride. Now hit the button on the coffee and get the cups. It’s all ready to go.”

  He does it as I slip off the counter an
d start cooking something simple. Clay’s eyes are on me the whole time, watching everything that I do. You’d think I was the most fascinating creature in the world. Maybe to him I am.

  His phone starts to ring, and he answers it. “Where?” he asks, and he’s on his feet. “Yes, call them both. Fuck. I’ve been saying we need a full-time vet here.” His body is tight, and I know something’s really wrong. I rush over to the coffee pot and put the rest into the travel mug.

  When I turn around, he’s hanging up the phone. “Is everyone okay?”

  “One of the hands was checking the fence line and a snake spooked the horse. He threw John and the horse didn't regain his footing and fell too.” That didn't sound too bad. “Into a barbed wire fence.”

  I cringe. “Go.” I hand him the cup. “You want to take the toast or bacon?”

  He shakes his head, and I want to tell him he should eat something.

  “Don’t worry. I’ll be back around lunch to check on you. You can feed me then.” He wraps his arm around me and presses his mouth hard against mine before he heads out the door. But not before he tells me to keep my ass inside the house.

  I spend an hour or so keeping myself busy, but each minute feels longer than the last. When I’m washing dishes I hear the front door and I spin around to see a woman standing there. She’s in jean shorts and cowboy boots with a white shirt tied in the front showing off her midriff. I’ve never seen her before. I haven't seen another woman around here besides myself.

  “Who the hell are you?” she asks, walking toward me, her boots clicking loudly with each step. When she makes it over to the other side of the counter, I see how beautiful she is. She’s tall, too, and has legs for days.

  “I think I should be asking you that,” I say to her.

  “Did he bring home a one-night stand?” She slaps her hand down on the counter.

  “I'm not a one-night stand.”

  She rolls her eyes and starts laughing. “I got a call that Clay needed me. He always needs me.” She smirks. “Why don’t you go get your stuff together so this isn't more awkward later when Clay brings me back tonight?”