by Reece Butler
He could see Marci in both those items. Naked underneath, of course. And the nightgowns would not be made from thick flannel. He was thinking something sheer with lace and ribbon. One tug and it would drop to her feet. He shifted to ease the ache.
“We often have fundraisers for people who need medical help, and to benefit the community,” he said. “If you hang around long enough, and word about your baking and sewing gets out, the women who run things will be after you.”
Her shoulders rose and fell as she inhaled deeply. So did her chest. He realized the single men would also be after her. He cleared his throat.
“Did Brenda tell you I have a wood stove? There’s no other oven, cook top, or dishwasher. And the cabin is cluttered with five generations’ worth of stuff.”
She shot him a sarcastic look. “The house I lived in had four bedrooms and a garage big enough for three cars. It was perfectly decorated and filled with expensive things that suited my husband’s taste perfectly.”
Simon listened to her tone and read between the lines. “You hated it.”
“It was cold. Nothing in it had any personality. There wasn’t one good reading chair. Forget about a footstool for comfort, a lamp over your right shoulder, and a nearby table to put a cup of coffee on.” She turned to him “Yes, I hated it.”
“You might like my home, then. Pretty much everything is well used and comfortable. We kick our boots off at the back door most of the time, or at least scrape the worst of the mud off. We’ve got a number of bookcases but, except for winter, we don’t get much time for anything but agricultural newspapers and magazines. But I can see you curled up in a wingback chair by the fire with a good book. You’re reading a mystery or romance, or maybe a fantasy with dragons. You’d have a cup of coffee on the table within reach, and some of those brownies. What did you put in them, anyway? Peppermint?”
“Close.” She flashed him a gratified smile. “I took a chunk of candy cane, crushed it fine, and sprinkled it in the batter. What did you think of the idea?”
He grinned and rubbed his stomach. “Remind me to ask Donny if he has any candy canes left over from Christmas.”
“So, you liked them?”
Her wide smile was infectious. The pain in his leg faded as his arousal grew. He wanted this tiny feisty woman. It wasn’t just because he’d gone so long without. She had a touch of fire, enthusiasm, and stood up to him. Basically, he liked her style.
“I do, indeed. Now that I know more about you, Marci Grant, I think we’re going to get along fine.”
“You don’t know anything about me except I can bake brownies and drive your truck.”
He thought back over what she’d said, and what she hadn’t. He liked puzzles, and she presented one. She had so many layers he could peel her like an onion for years. If she stuck around. He twisted his body so he could clearly see her face and read her reactions.
“You have a tender heart and love children so I expect you’ll be an excellent mother. You like to help others who are less fortunate because you’ve been there and understand what it’s like. But you’ll do it in a way that doesn’t demean or embarrass them. I expect that’s because it happened to you. You want to be appreciated but aren’t sure if you have the right to demand it. You like to read, which shows intelligence and curiosity. You want comfort and practicality, and respect and appreciate the personal touch that goes into handmade items. You’ve hidden your sense of adventure for a long time, but it’s coming out now as you try new things.”
Her brow wrinkled and she went after her bottom lip again.
Simon hadn’t put it together until he started talking, but it was all true. Marci was a good person, one he’d like to have in his life for a while. When he’d turned and seen her staring at his butt, she’d given him a look that was so sexy she could use it to sell oil to the Texans. He wanted to give her a few adventures of his own.
It had been warm in the clinic and she’d hauled off her sweatshirt and tossed it aside. All she wore under it was a T-shirt. A thin, see-through T-shirt. He was damn sure it wasn’t the cold that had her nipples pointing straight out from breasts the size of his palms. She’d been horny. So had he, and those big nipples made it worse. He’d be happy to kiss any part of her, but the thought of closing his lips around those beauties had his cock as hard as his cast.
He wanted to taste her skin, the color of creamy fudge. Were her giant nipples pink or coral? And what about her pussy? Did her lips swell and turn deep rose when a man spent a long time licking and nibbling her? He’d better do that first, make her come a few times before she sat on his cock, because once he slid inside that wet pussy he’d not last long. He’d never taken the condoms from his beside drawer so they had to be still there. As long as he had his raincoat on, he was good to go.
He liked her as a person, and he wanted her as a woman. If he asked her flat out, would she say yes?
There were a lot of things about Marci that got him going. He’d told her a few of them, but he hadn’t mentioned her body. Her hair alone was an orgasmic surprise. It was so long her braid ended way down her back. He could imagine her playing with the tip of it, tickling his balls, as she sat on him in a reverse cowgirl position. She’d rise and fall, flexing her thighs, as she took him deep.
Enough of thinking, it was time for action!
“Want to try out that sense of adventure and share some hot sex?”
Chapter Eight
Marci’s hands jerked so hard she almost drove off the road. “Mr. MacDougal! How could you say such a thing!”
“Easy. I opened my mouth, moved my lips and tongue, and the words came out.”
She’d barely started digesting what he’d said about her when the question hit. It landed between her legs, where her wet pussy was already aching in anticipation.
“You know what I mean!”
“Hey, I’m a guy,” he said easily, as if that answered everything. She shot him a glare. “If you don’t ask, you don’t get,” he explained. “So, pretty lady, I asked. What’s your answer? Are you going to take a chance on life, or hide behind door number one?”
She had her answer, and it wasn’t to hide. Nikki had been one hundred percent right. She needed to have a hot and heavy affair with this arrogant, arousing cowboy. For thirty years she’d been a good girl. What good had it done her to follow someone else’s rules? She chanced a glance at him. His white teeth shone in a wide grin. Her breasts had swelled in anticipation along with her pussy lips.
“I can do one heck of a lot more with my lips and tongue than talk,” he added.
She held back a gasp. Oh, God! This could really happen!
“There’s the ranch.”
Heart racing, she automatically turned where he indicated and pulled into the yard. She parked, passenger side closest to the front porch. Remembering its weight, she shoved hard to open the door. She breathed in cold, clear air as she stomped around to the other side. He pushed the door open before she got there. The porch light shone on his face. It lit up his fiery hair and challenging expression.
Her entire future depended on this moment, on her accepting herself and her needs, and that she was in control of both. She pointed her chin toward his chest and stared him in the eye.
“Yes.”
His mouth dropped open. It snapped shut a second later and she got hit with the full force of his masculine sexuality. His eyelids drooped lazily as he checked out her breasts. One corner of his mouth pulled up.
“Right answer,” he whispered.
Having made her decision, she felt confident enough to do more.
“I am not going to change who I am,” she declared. “Not for you, or for anyone else.”
He shook his head as if clearing his ears. “Ma’am?”
“If you want me, you’ll take me just the way I am!”
“If I want you?” He laughed. “There is no ‘if.’ Just yes, please, all the way.” He drew his finger down her scar, a light touch that, combined with his expression
, made her shiver. “I want you,” he crooned. “And I like you just the way you are.”
She swallowed hard. “I won’t cut my hair.”
“Cut your hair? Who said—” He frowned, shaking his head slightly. “I love your long hair.”
His hand grasped her braid at the back of her neck. She let him pull her close. It was almost a bit caveman, and gave her a thrill. His other hand went to her open coat. It slid over her breast and captured her hard nipple. She’d been chilled, and the heat of his palm warmed her skin. She moaned and leaned into his kiss. She expected to be ravished but he only lightly brushed her lips with his.
“This would work better in a bed,” he murmured.
It took ten minutes to get him out of the truck and into the bedroom off the kitchen. She left him on his back in the middle of the queen-size bed and returned to tidy up. He was a bachelor which, from everything she’d heard from women she’d known, meant the place should be a mess.
The porch light shone in the large front window over the sink. It lit white painted walls and cupboards, worn golden floors, and a large harvest table. In pride of place was a black-and-silver wood stove. No half-empty pizza boxes or gnawed crusts littered the counters or table. No beer cans, either. The faint aroma of bacon lingered. She brushed her fingers over the stove. It was barely warm, which made sense if he’d been gone for many hours. Bacon fat waited in the cast-iron frying pan pushed to the rear of the surface.
She lifted the lid of the large pot next to it. He’d peeled potatoes and left them in water, ready to be boiled.
The room was neater than she expected from a bachelor. Her hands shook as she picked her coat off the floor. She’d dropped it to make it easier to help him keep his balance on the crutches. She set it over the curved back of a sturdy upholstered chair in one corner.
This was it. She was going to have sex with someone other than her husband. A man she’d just met. And she was going to enjoy it, dammit!
She looked down. Not thinking it mattered with her small breasts, she’d not worn a bra since the night of the fire. She’d been so hot in the clinic that she’d hauled her thick shirt off without thinking.
Simon had noticed. His eyes had shot to her breasts. His skin was pale like Nikki’s, so his flush couldn’t be hidden. His eyes had widened as her breasts swelled under his scrutiny. Just like they were now. Her hair was a mess, but she wasn’t going to take time to tidy it up. She kicked her tennis shoes into the corner. She got near the doorway to the bedroom, then paused. If she was going to pull this off, she had to feel sexy.
She raised her head, got up on her toes as if wearing stilettos, and passed through the doorway. She made every step slow and sensuous, swinging her hips as if she was Eve in the Garden of Eden. She stopped by the end of the bed and posed, one hand on her waist, back arched, neck long.
“Like what you see, Mr. MacDougal?”
“Oh, hell, yeah.” He drew the words out. He struggled to sit up, fighting his way out of his shirt. “We’ve got way too many clothes on.”
“Rule number one,” she said. “You keep your hands to yourself.”
“What?” He stared. “That’s not my idea of fun!”
“Until I say so,” she continued. His pout turned into a boyish grin.
“Yes, ma’am!”
She took her time unbuttoning his shirt. She had to lean forward to help him sit up and pull it free. Both her hands were busy when a warm mouth covered her breast. She stopped, shocked at the exquisite sensation. He suckled her, then closed his teeth gently on her nipple. She gasped, inhaling the deep breath she’d been too shocked to draw. He released her and she backed away, shaking.
“You said no hands.” He winked. “You said nothing about my mouth.” He pointed to her wet breast and waggled his finger in a circle. “Somebody sure liked that. Want more, pretty lady?”
Two could play at that game. She turned her back on him, balled his shirt up, and tossed it away. She looked over her shoulder and saw where his attention was.
“Are you looking at my bottom, Mr. MacDougal?”
“Yes, ma’am, I surely am.”
“Why?”
“Because,” he replied, taking his time, “I’m thinking about what your ass might look like naked.” He winked suggestively. “It’s only fair since you saw mine at the clinic. And when you helped me into bed I saw you looking at this.” He clasped his cock through the sheet and gave her a knowing stare.
“You want to see my bottom, do you?”
She waited for his eager nod before unbuttoning and unzipping. Then she put a thumb each side of her waist. Using a zigzag motion she lowered her jeans an inch at a time. Nikki had refused to buy what she called granny panties. So when her jeans went down, there was no sign she had anything underneath until she’d reached the halfway mark and her bikinis showed.
“Dang, I was hoping you were commando.”
She shoved the pants off, pushing them down with her feet and kicking them away.
“You want naked, big boy?”
Without waiting for an answer she hauled her T-shirt over her head. With her back to him, there wasn’t much to see. Then she hooked her thumbs in the sides of her electric-blue silk panties. Only this time she bent over as her panties went down. The bikini panties were soaked, stuck to her pussy lips. She heard a choked gasp when she tugged them free.
She moved her feet apart, bent over, and slowly wiggled as she pushed those panties all the way to the floor. Of course he could see her breasts from between her legs. She lifted one foot and when she set it down it was much farther apart.
“Dayam, I wish I could get out of this bed!”
Using one of her exercises, she looked at him through her wide-spread legs. His hands clenched the sheets so tight the wrinkles might never come out.
“What would you do?” she asked in her most sultry voice.
“I’d grab your boobs to hold you bent over just like that. Then I’d slide this hard cock past those wet curls and sink deep inside that soaking pussy. I’d play with your clit until you were almost there. Then I’d grab your hips and bang you hard and deep until we both came in the biggest orgasm of our lives.”
Her mouth went dry. She raised her head, wavered, and put out a hand on the wall. “Dizzy,” she blurted. “Stood up too fast.”
He chuckled knowingly. “I think it’s because all your blood’s gone to that swollen pussy of yours. Why don’t you come closer so I can lick it?”
“Lick it?”
His eyes widened, then half closed, sensuous and wanting. “You never had that pleasure, honey?”
She shook her head. He gestured for her to come closer. Everything about him said he wanted her like nothing she’d ever known. Still, she hesitated. His face fell.
“That’s okay if you don’t want to try it. I don’t want you to feel forced.”
After everything she’d done to purposefully turn him on, he’d let her walk away? What type of man cared enough for a woman to ignore a hard cock because she was unsure?
Taking a deep breath, she rose on her toes again and swirled slowly in a circle, showing him what she had to offer. She stopped while facing him. Feet shoulder width apart, she stuck her fists on her hips like Wonder Woman. Her breasts were small but firm. Shoving her shoulders back made them stand out.
“I want,” she said. “Do you?”
He stared as if memorizing her in case he was never privileged to see her naked again. He licked dry lips. “You are really a sight for horny eyes. Is all that for me?”
She opened her fists. Slowly, she flattened her hands and slid her palms over her belly and up to her breasts. She held them out as if offering them to him, nipples first.
“The doctor said I should stay near in case you need anything.” She squeezed her breasts. “See anything you need, Mr. MacDougal?”
“Oh, baby, I need it all!” He managed to get up on his elbows. “My spirit’s willing and so is my cock, but there’s only a few t
hings I can do while flat on my back. If you bring that sweet pussy over to my face I will lick and suck you until you scream.”
Marci shivered. Ted hadn’t even put a finger in her. Nothing but his sheathed penis, her fingers, and her vibrator had touched between her legs. She rolled her nipples with her palms, acting the brazen hussy.
“Is that a promise, Mr. MacDougal?” She crooned the words.
“Yep. Just keep your pussy in my face until you’re satisfied. Don’t worry about me. I don’t need to breathe. Not if I’ve got you in my mouth.”
Tingles flooded her pussy. She could almost feel her inner lips swelling. She sashayed to the far side of the bed.
“Where do you want me?”
“Hold on to the bars and set your knees up by my ears,” he suggested, pointing to the high headboard. He’d pulled down the sheet to expose a hard cock she was sure was both longer and thicker than Ted’s.
She held the headboard as he suggested and climbed up. She bit her bottom lip as she concentrated on not shaking the bed. He looked up at her and groaned, though his eyes sparkled. When he put his hands on her thighs, his heat seared her. With his hands guiding and supporting her, she edged her way across the bed until her feet were either side of his ears.
“If you haven’t had something as simple as oral sex, what else have you missed?”
“I don’t know. All I did was lie on my back. My husband grunted over me but I wasn’t allowed to move or touch him. Then he’d get up and leave. I always wondered if he preferred his right hand to me.”
He stared up at her. “What a totally selfish jerk! You won’t ever wonder about me.” His eyes floated over her, caressing and enjoying. “That means pretty much everything I do will be new to you, right?”
“Is that a problem?”
“No, baby, not at all,” he said and reached for her.
Chapter Nine
Simon inhaled the aroma of paradise. He hadn’t had much chance to pleasure women orally, and the few times had been long ago, but he was sure none had smelled as good as this woman. She was just what the doctor ordered. Hot, sexy, smart, and eager with a great smile.
