“If you don’t stop talking like that, I’m going to come without you touching me.”
He grinned and sucked her bottom lip between his teeth. “That would be fine with me. After this first time. I need to see you.” He pulled back, meeting her gaze. “All of you.”
She licked her lips and felt her whole body stiffen. In all of this, she’d forgotten her scars. How could she forget what had plagued her for so long?
“You don’t have to tell me right now how it happened. I don’t want to ruin what we have at this moment, Sierra.” He pulled up the bottom of her tank, and she let him, knowing if she didn’t do it now, she’d never do it at all. “No matter what scars you have, Sierra, you’ll always be beautiful. No amount of ink or scars will make your skin anything but perfect to me.”
Tears filled her eyes at the beauty of his words, and she refused to close them as he looked down at her side. She sucked in a breath as his fingers gently traced the puckered scars and fine white lines that used to be so much worse.
He knelt before her, and she choked on a sob.
That this man would kneel before her…
She would never get the image of his dark head at her stomach, her scars, out of her head for as long as she lived.
His lips brushed the nearly numb areas on her skin, and a tear slid down her cheek. Her hands rested on his shoulders as he kissed every inch of her marred skin , caring for her in a way no other had ever done before. He finally looked up at her, his eyes dark and full of promise.
“Beautiful,” he breathed.
And she was lost.
He stood then, cupping her face so he could kiss her. He tasted of warmth and strength, and she wanted more. Oh, how she wanted more. His denim-clad erection pressed into her belly, and she grinned at the size of it. Yeah, it would hurt at first, but she couldn’t wait; she wanted it badly.
Austin pulled away from her mouth but didn’t let his lips leave her body. Instead, he gently set her down on the couch so he could kneel between her legs. At some point, he’d pushed the coffee table back so he had more room. How had she missed that?
His lips moved to her collarbone, her sternum, then over each breast through her bra. She sucked in a breath as he licked along the lacy edge of her cup.
“Let’s see what color your nipples are, shall we?”
His hands expertly undid the clasp at her back, and he slid the straps off her shoulders His gaze met hers as he removed her bra, letting it fall to the floor at her feet. She swallowed hard as he lowered his eyes, his gaze on her nipples. As if they knew they were the center of his attention, they hardened into sharp points, ready for his tongue.
He reached out and caressed her breast. The globe slightly filled his palm. The sight itself was one of the most erotic things she’d ever seen.
“Jesus. Like little pink berries. You’re going to redden up so fucking nice when I suck on them. One day, when I use clamps, they’re going to be so hard they’ll beg for my tongue.” His gaze met hers. “Are you going to beg for me, Sierra? Beg for my tongue? My cock? You want my dick between your tits as I fuck those then your mouth?” She licked her lips, squirming for release.
“I love your voice.” It was so deep, so rough. It went straight to her clit, and she knew if she tried she could get off on the sound of it alone.
“Don’t move, Sierra. Save your clit for me.”
She froze at his tone, her body as tight as a bowstring. She ached for him, but on another level, she knew if she sat still for him, he’d make it better soon.
That was the kind of trust she held for him so early in their relationship. It boggled her mind, but she pushed it to the side. She wanted this. Wanted it right then.
“Good girl.” Then he pinched her nipple.
Hard.
The sting shocked her system, and she sucked in a breath, using everything within her power not to move. If she moved, he might stop, and she didn’t know if she could take that. She wanted his touch, his everything.
She’d worry about the consequences later.
“Get out of your head, Sierra.” He pinched the other nipple just as hard then laved the sting with his tongue. “It’s just you and me. Nothing and no one else. Just think of me. That’s all you have to do. I’ll do the rest. You get me?”
She nodded.
He pinched her nipple again. “You get me?”
“Yes, Austin.”
“Good girl.”
He lowered his mouth to each breast and feasted, his tongue and teeth devouring one as his free hand palmed the other, rolling and pinching her nipple. She let her head fall back as he gave special attention to each nipple, she loved the way the scrape of his beard made it even more erotic. Each scrape, each lick sent waves of pleasure through her body, pooling in her clit so that it hummed, needing just a little more pressure so she could get off.
Still, she didn’t move her hips.
She wanted Austin to do it.
Trusted him to take care of her need.
He pulled back, his gaze dark. “Just like I thought. Red berries. So fucking hot. Ass up.”
She blinked, confused.
“Ass up, Sierra. I’m taking off your pants so I can eat your pussy before I take you into your bedroom and fuck you hard. Ass. Up.”
“Yes, Austin,” she said and smiled as his nostrils flared. Oh yes, he liked it when she said that. She’d be sure to say it again…or not if she wanted his hand on her ass.
Well, it seemed that this hidden part of her, the part she thought she’d buried so deep, wasn’t so hidden after all. She lifted her hips and bit her lip as he undid the button on her jeans and slowly unzipped her zipper. Then he gripped her jeans and panties in his fists and pulled. She helped him with each leg, keeping her ass above the couch, her weight resting on her forearms.
Austin groaned. “Fuck, you’re beautiful. You can rest now, baby. “
She sank into the cushions, her legs spread around Austin as he studied her. She could have felt self-conscious, but she didn’t, not with the look of pure pleasure and thirst on Austin’s face.
“Gorgeous,” he whispered before lowering his body and licking the long line of her pussy straight up to her clit.
Her body rocketed off the couch, and he clamped his arm over her waist. “You were doing so good, baby. Don’t move.”
She licked her lips. “I need to, Austin. I need…”
His gaze met hers. “I know what you need. And if you keep still, I’ll give it to you.”
Well now, that was incentive...
With that intensity of his, he lifted the hood then lowered his head again, sucking her clit into her mouth. She almost moved off the couch toward his face but stopped herself. He flicked it against his teeth before stroking her entrance with his finger. When he breached her, she sucked in a breath. It had been so long, and a vibrator wasn’t as good as Austin’s hand…or anything else on Austin for that matter.
He pumped one finger into her then two, slowly, then faster as he teased her. He kept his mouth on her clit, humming and growling against her. The feel of his beard scraping her thighs was the last straw, and she came.
Hard.
Her pussy clamped around his fingers, but he didn’t relent. Instead, he curled his fingers on her G-spot and massaged the bundle of nerves until her body shook and she came again, this time screaming his name as her eyes rolled to the back of her head.
By the time she opened her eyes, Austin stood at her feet, licking his hand, one finger at a time. Her juices coated his beard, his hand, his fingers, yet he looked so pleased she didn’t care. God, she wanted to do that again.
If she could walk.
“You taste so fucking good, Sierra. Like nectar I can’t get enough of. Now I’m going to fuck you until we both pass out, then wake up for dinner, fuck you again, and repeat. How does that sound?”
She licked her lips, her body languid even as it thrummed for Austin. “I just hope I have enough condoms.” She’d bou
ght a whole box before on a whim and was damn glad she’d done so.
He grinned at her then. “One day we’ll talk about other forms of birth control and getting tested so I can make love to you bare and feel every sweet inch of you. For now, I hope you have enough rubbers, too.”
He lifted her up, her naked body resting against his clothed one. She smiled up at him. “It’s not fair you’re not naked you know.”
When he kissed her brow, she sighed contentedly. “Give me a moment, and I’ll be just as naked as you.”
He sat her on the edge of the bed then stood in front of her. When he stripped off his shirt, her jaw dropped.
Dear. God.
Ropes of corded muscles, hard lines of strength, sex, and everything in between covered his body. He had some chest hair, enough to enhance the beauty of his ink, but not too much.
And, sweet baby Jesus, his ink.
Tribal, skulls, flowers, and other symbols covered his arms and chest. A dragon went down his side to his hips, flaring out over part of his back.
And the nipple rings.
How on earth had she missed those in those tight shirts of his?
He grinned down at her. “Glad to see you like it.”
“You’re like a rock, Austin.”
He looked down at his cock then raised a brow. “Seems so.”
“I meant your body…” She looked down at his crotch. “Oh. Well then.” She licked her lips. “I didn’t realize you had nipple rings.”
He reached up and flicked one, and she wanted to do the same with her tongue. “I don’t always have them in. Sometimes I just have the spacers.”
“I like them.”
“Good.” He undid his pants then shucked them and his boxer briefs down his legs. His cock jutted out, so erect it brushed his belly.
Without giving it a second thought, she slid off the bed and knelt at his feet. Her legs were spread, and she put her open, up-turned palms on her thighs, the submissive pose so ingrained in her she didn’t have to give it a second thought.
Austin’s nostrils flared, and he took the two steps between them toward her. His hand cupped her chin to raise her eyes. His cock brushed her cheek, and she had to hold back from turning and sucking the thick head into her mouth.
“That is the most achingly beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life. I’m honored, Sierra. Honored.” He stroked her cheek then pulled away. The loss was almost overwhelming before he held out his hand.
“Let me lay you on the bed and make love to you. I want to feel you wrapped around me as we both come. We’ll explore everything else next time.” She stood up, using his arm as support. “There will be a next time.”
“Yes, Austin. Yes, there will be.”
He walked her backward then laid her on the bed. She scooted so her head was on the pillow, and he hovered over her.
“Condoms,” he bit out.
“The nightstand.”
He nodded then left her to get the box from the drawer.
The whole box.
Ambitious.
He tore open a packet and rolled one over his length. She swallowed hard as he worked his cock, the girth of it a little intimidating. When he came over her again, her body shook, from anticipation or nerves she didn’t know.
“Ready?” he asked, his body shaking as well.
“Yes, Austin. Please.”
He lowered his head, kissing her softly. She could taste herself on his lips and was only disappointed she hadn’t been able to taste him as well. Next time, he said. She couldn’t wait.
“Put your hands on the headboard,” he ordered, and she shuddered.
When she did so, keeping her hands close together, he wrapped his hand around both of her wrists. God, he was big everywhere.
He settled between her legs, his body pressed against hers as he kept his weight on his other arm. Then he pressed against her opening, his cock sliding through her juices. Thank God she was so wet for him because, hell, he was big.
Much bigger than anything she’d experienced before.
He slowly stretched her, filled her inch by inch until they were both sweat-slick and panting. “Jesus, baby, you’re so fucking tight.” He let his hand drop from her wrist as he moved to his knees. The action brought him that much deeper, and she cried out in pleasure, not in pain. It must have shown on her face because he slid his hands down her sides, gripping her hips.
Then he moved again, thrusting in and out of her slowly at first, then harder.
Her gaze met his, wanting that connection like her next breath.
“You feel so good around my cock, Legs. I can’t wait to take you from behind and push even deeper. Then, one day, you’ll be above me, your tits bouncing as you ride me. Maybe I’ll tie you up, your ass in the air, and fuck that sweet ass of yours. You want me to do that? You want me to fuck your ass like I’m fucking your pussy?”
She couldn’t speak, couldn’t think.
He lifted her hips up with one hand even as he continued to fuck her, and then he slapped her ass. Hard.
“You want that, Sierra? Answer me?”
She nodded. “Yes, Austin. I want it all.”
“What do you want, Sierra?”
“I want everything. I want you to tie me up, spank me, fuck my ass. I want it all.” Later she might blush at her words, but right then, with Austin’s intense gaze on hers, his cock deep inside her, she wanted nothing but him and everything he had to offer.
“You’ll get it all, baby. You’ll get everything.” He lowered himself again, his body resting over hers as he put his weight on his forearms. He kept thrusting in and out of her, the sensation of his cock hitting her in just the right place sending her over the edge even as she stared at him.
She couldn’t breathe, but she could see him, see the way his jaw clenched, and then he growled her name as he came, filling the condom. He kept thrusting, pushing them both over the sweet edge of ecstasy into the warm comfort of afterglow and contentment.
More than contentment, so much more.
When they became more aware of things around them, he pulled out, took care of the condom, and came back to bed. He wrapped his body around hers, pulling the sheet over the two of them.
She wiggled closer, turning to rest her head on his chest. He held her shoulders to him, his head buried in her hair and his other hand on her ass, patting and massaging almost as if he couldn’t stop touching her.
Sierra couldn’t blame him because she was doing the same to him.
“Perfect,” he rumbled before falling asleep.
She smiled, pushing away all thoughts of the trials and complications to come that had been forgotten in the moment.
“Perfect,” she whispered back.
Perfect.
Chapter Ten
Shea Montgomery might be a new Montgomery, but she was part of the family nonetheless. At least that’s what she told herself as she stood on Harry and Marie’s porch, her hand firmly in Shep’s.
“You ready for this?” Shep asked, his face a little paler than normal.
She wanted more than anything to pull him into her arms and never let him go. She had no idea how to make things better, and she wasn’t sure there was a way to begin with. Someone Shep loved more than anything in the world might be dying, and there was nothing she could do.
Shep had grown up in Denver with the rest of the vast Montgomery clan. He had three sets of cousins, plus his own siblings. Sure, many of the cousins and others had moved away from Denver over the years, but the core group, Harry and Marie’s, all still lived within the Denver limits. Shep said they were noisy, loving, and always into each other’s business.
He loved it.
Shea wasn’t so sure.
She’d grown up in a family where being in another’s business meant telling them what to do and belittling them while they did it. Her father had cheated on her mother for years, using mistress after mistress to bury the pain of being married to her mother. Her mother? Well�
�her mother was an icy bitch of epic proportions.
It had taken years for Shea to feel free enough to even think that, let alone say it.
She’d finally gotten out from under her mother’s thumb—she’d never truly been on her father’s radar since she wasn’t a son.
Now, she had a job she enjoyed, a husband she loved to the depths of her soul, and a new large family she was about to meet. Yet she felt like she was out of control, on the verge of something she couldn’t name, something she couldn’t vocalize, not when there were more important things to worry about—namely Harry and Shep.
Her own fears and secret desires would have to wait. She’d tried to hide from Shep what was going on in her own mind, but she wasn’t sure she was doing a very good job of it. In fact, she knew she sucked at it. Hiding things from her husband was nearly impossible. It wasn’t as if she was hiding something truly horrible; it was a dream and a nightmare at once that she couldn’t control, not the end of the world. She knew she was being irrational, but she couldn’t stop the damn worrying.
Strong hands cupped her face, and she blinked.
“Shea? Baby? I asked if you were ready.”
She licked her lips and leaned into his hand. “I am. Just lost in thought I guess.”
His gaze searched hers, and he sighed. Damn it. She was doing this all wrong. It was getting harder and harder to conceal her worry and concerns. Without thinking, she put her hand over her stomach, praying everything would be okay.
“I wish you would tell me what’s wrong.”
“I’m fine. Just a little tired. We should go inside or knock or something. Standing out here loitering probably isn’t the best first impression I can make.”
He frowned then kissed her softly. “I love you, Shea. You can tell me anything.”
She smiled at him then, loving him more than she could ever have thought possible. “I know. I love you too.”
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