“And there is help for that,” he repeated now what he had said to Joel last night as Case drove the two of them drove home to Bravado from his cabin in Rocksprings.
“I know,” Joel had told him. “But going is admitting you’re weak.”
“Not weak, buddy. Smart.” Two of Joel’s buddies had died and Joel had been injured in an IED bomb attack in Iraq. Though Joel had incurred a few shrapnel wounds in the abdomen, which healed well and caused no permanent organ damage, he had come home to Texas grumpy and jumpy. While he had gotten better for a while, after his father died, he had developed a thirst for beer like he had never had before. Case had stopped the truck in front of Joel’s ranch house. “I’ll bring this ’round to you early in the morning. Get some sleep. We’ll talk tomorrow.”
“I’ll make it square with Samantha, Case.”
“You do that.”
Evidently, he had tried. At three or so this afternoon, Joel had called and told him he’d gone to apologize to Sam at her B&B. Whatever he had said, whatever Sam had responded, Joel didn’t tell Case but had hung up after that brief statement. Now Case was left to learn from Sam whatever her feelings were.
That’s fine with me. He shifted, perking his ears for the sound of a car’s engine. Sure enough there was Sam’s little silver Chevy rental chugging up his gravel drive.
He leaned forward, hands between his knees, thrilled at the sight of her behind the wheel. All that wild red hair, those stunning big eyes and pert nose, that lush, giving mouth. He swelled with pride…all over. She was his, had to be, else she would have denied it this afternoon. Wouldn’t she?
Had to.
Why else would she want to take him to dinner?
Why else?
She drove up and pulled around so that the passenger side faced him. Getting up out of her car, she grinned at him over the roof. “Hey there.”
“Hey.” He had never seen such a beautiful sight in his driveway. Getting to his feet, he stopped when she put her hand up.
“Hold on there, pardner. Close your eyes.”
He startled. “Why?”
“Why not?”
He grumbled and did as he was told. Hearing her crunch the stones under her feet, he waited for her with a smile splitting his face. He could smell her too. Fragrant, flowery like springtime. His fingers flexed, itching to grab her, make her his. He was gonna do that fast and forever tonight. No doubt about it. She just had to give him a chance to convince her of his devotion.
She walked right up to him and god help him, she did not disappoint. In a flash, he peeked and took her in. She wore a black catsuit as if it were a second skin and ebony leather boots that edged the crease between her thighs and her plump pussy lips. Fast as lightning, she molded her strong, toned body against his as if she were water sluicing over his own form. Her midnight jersey suit was soft as down, but the leather cuffs of her dominatrix boots scraped his body, tempting him, teasing him. He had no chance to do anything but smile. She circled her arms up around his shoulders and nuzzled her hot lips against his throat. “Hey, big boy, wanna come driving with me?”
He caught his breath as she undulated against him, using tiny movements of her muscles to show him how agile, how supple she was. Eager as a teenage boy with a hard-on for the prettiest girl in town, he whispered, “You know I do.”
She pressed her belly against the bulge of his erection. “I think I do know that, yes.”
She fiddled with something and suddenly, he had fabric over his eyes and she was tying a blindfold around the back of his head.
He snorted. “Turnaround is fair play?”
“You know it.” There was bright humor in her voice as she hooked her hand around his elbow.
He went with her down the steps, his expectations for an erotic evening rising with each second. “Hope we’re not going for as long a drive as we did last night.”
“Oh don’t worry,” she offered as she put her hand to the top of his head to protect him from injury as she pushed him down into the passenger seat of the car. “I can’t wait as long as that.”
He settled in his seat, folded his hands and waited until she climbed in on her side and shut her door. “I am a lucky man.”
“We’ll see,” she chided him. “Because after what happened last night, I figure it’s still my birthday.”
“So you have a celebration planned?”
“Uh huh. Because I never even got my cake and ice cream,” she said as she leaned close to him, kissed his ear, then ran a very hot hand down his chest to the bulge of his jeans. She caressed his cock until he grew ready to strip. “And I need a little sugar.”
He groaned.
“My thought exactly,” she said as she spun out of the driveway, kicking up gravel and sand in her haste.
His sense of direction told him she drove down to the two-lane road and turned left, toward town. “Anybody get a gander at you in that outfit?”
She gave a little laugh. “As I left my room, Wade Saxon and one of his deputies drove past.”
“Damn, I’m amazed he didn’t arrest you.”
“Everything I have is duly covered, Mr. Mayor.”
“Everything you have is more exposed than if you walked down Main Street naked.”
“Says you.”
“Says the man who saw what you own, lady, all too briefly last night.”
“Goes for me too.”
His cock grew hard as nails. Where was she taking him? “I want to see more tonight. Longer.”
“Oh I hear you. You’ll be late for work tomorrow. Hope you have your phone and you can call to cancel any appointments. I myself?” she asked rhetorically as she slowed and then stepped on the gas to go—onto the interstate, perhaps? “I canceled my only meeting for tomorrow morning. Rescheduled it, in fact, for Friday.”
“Works fine by me, Miz Marlowe, ma’am.” He crossed his arms, satisfied as a colt in clover. “But two days and nights in the sack with you will not be enough.”
“Oh Case,” she sounded complimented but sad too. “No sweet-talkin’ me, please.”
“Why not, honey?” he asked, dead serious. “If it’s the way I feel about you, why should I hide it? Change it?”
“Because we had a good time last night once does not require you to talk about it as if it were the best thing that ever happened to you. Above all else, Case, be real with me.”
“I am.” He didn’t want her to move away from him emotionally even before they got to wherever she planned to go. “I have been from the start. And that is the god’s honest truth. If you have problems with that, I suggest you get over it.”
“That’s just it,” she told him with surprise in her tone. “I can’t.”
He reached out to put his hand on her arm and gave her a little squeeze. “Don’t get over it.”
“Case.” She was pleading with him.
“Let me make love to you, sweetheart, so you never get over me.”
“Oh Case.” She barely made a sound. “Don’t do this. You really don’t know me.”
“Don’t I?” He recoiled as if she had slapped him. “I know women, how they react in my bed. On my table. You give, darlin’. You give and give and give. No holds barred.”
“You’ve made love to that many women? Wow.” Her tone held surprise and outrage, acceptance and defeat. “Guess I’ll have to grant that you have a practiced ability to understand me as a sexual being. But I am wickedly jealous.”
“The same as I feel about the men who have sampled this lovely body before I met you. But other lovers and jealousy over what was done long ago is a subject for later. Right now, you are telling me who you are.”
“I can’t tell you my life story in a few minutes.”
“The highlights that you think I need to know then!”
“That’s hard because I—”
“Now you have the chance, you walk it backward? No. Give it up. All those nasty little things that I should know, evidently, before I kiss every inch o
f you and fuck you ’til you howl for no one else but me.”
“Case.” She sounded amused. “You are killing me here, honey.”
She put her blinker on and slowed the little car. He had lived in his hometown most of his life, except for the years in the military. He knew the roads here and in the surrounding counties so well that he could probably drive it blindfolded. He sensed she was getting off the highway, and he had a good idea of where she was headed. The Reata Resort. Five stars for the best suites, cuisine and spa services this side of the Pecos.
“Good. If you could pull over off the access road and into the trees right now, I’d find a way into that wild-ass slinky catsuit and make love to you until you agreed to never walk away from me again.”
“Now who’s killing who here with all the fine words?”
“God, woman! Get us where we’re going, will you? I am crazy to put my hands on you!”
She chuckled, sweet and sad. “Only half a mile here. I already checked in.”
“Did you now?”
“I couldn’t wait to have you either.” She turned off the main road and he could tell they approached the main house and cabins of the famed resort. “I asked for the one farthest into the trees.”
“Didn’t want anyone to see us and know we were here?”
“Actually,” she sort of purred, “I didn’t want them to hear us.”
“Why? You plan on screaming?” He grinned like a circus clown at her.
“I do.” She got up out of the car, slammed the door and opened his. After she put her hands to his arm and led him up and out, she plastered her body against his and brushed her soft lips across his cheek to his mouth. “I plan on making the most magnificent sounds of delight and you, cowboy, are going to help me.”
“Darlin’ of mine,” he said while his hands did a major exploration of her ass and her trim waist and her svelte lats, “I won’t get tired of hearing them either.”
“Shall we make a tape?” she asked as she hooked her arm through his and led him up a sidewalk to a porch where he heard her put a key in a lock and swing open a door.
“We’ll make a video if that’s what you want,” he told her as she took his hand and led him inside a fragrant space that smelled of roses and mums…and chocolate. “But it’s just for us to watch.”
“No exhibitionism?” she asked, sounding a bit surprised, while her hands went to work on his shirt buttons.
“Only exhibits I do are shibari. And I wager it’s gonna be a month of Sundays before I could permit other men to watch you come apart while I love you with my mouth and my cock.”
Her hands stilled at his belt buckle. “I want all of you just for me, Case.”
“You got me, babe.”
“I mean to say that I—”
He waited and when she wouldn’t speak, he urged her, “Go on.”
“I’m not opposed to exhibitionism. In fact, I-I do like it. But I could never share you with another woman. Not on a stage. Not in a club. Not in a bed. Our bed.”
Her words rang in his ears like a hammer hitting a nail. Yet he knew they built a foundation of a structure big and strong and lasting.
He covered her hands with his own. “I don’t want any other woman. Only you.”
She slipped his belt from his jeans, whipping the last few inches of it against him like an exclamation point to their discussion. Then, with it wrapped around her fist, she inched the denim down his hips and oohed and ahhed. “Commando,” she breathed. “My kind of man.”
“You better believe it.”
“Now let’s see about those boots.”
“Can’t toe ’em off, honey. You’ll have to service me.” He raised his arms. “Helpless.”
“Right you are,” she agreed. “Come right over here, sir, and we’ll see what we can do for you.”
“I am all ears.”
“From what I see?” She snickered as she pushed him into a chair. “I think you are all pecs and maybe all…cock.”
“All yours.”
“Oh the things you say, Mr. Turner.” She smacked her lips and worked at removing his Luccheses. “Nice feet. Long and sleek.”
“Like the rest of me.” He palmed his cock as if to offer it to her. The touch of his own hand was nothing compared to the sweet torture of hers on the soles of his feet.
She hummed in agreement as he felt her lean up over him and speak above the hood of his very sensitive shaft. “Long, yes. Thick and…um…”
He practically jumped out of his skin as she sank her hot lips all the way down to the root of his cock.
“Tasty,” she added, all deep-throated seduction.
His hands cupped her scalp as she feasted on him for a few scalding sweet seconds. “Samantha Marlowe. What you can do with your talented mouth…”
She lifted her mouth from him as she wrapped her hand around his member and stroked him with a sure rhythm. “Yes?”
He cleared his throat. “That’s almost illegal.”
“Come here.” She pulled on his hands so that he went to his knees on the carpet and then down on his back. She swung over him. He could feel the heat of her torso, the straddle of her hips, her breath, her whisper. “I’ll never forget what you did to me last night.”
“If you ever did,” he told her while he circled his hands around her and inched her closer, “I’d remind you, night and day.”
“Like this?” she asked as she ran the tip of her nose up his throat and nipped his ear.
“Any way you want.” He pulled at the tight jersey. “Can’t we take this off, darlin’?”
She smiled, her lips smooth and soft against his cheek. “Eager?”
“Dying.”
“Okay, but first I have my birthday celebration.” Suddenly, she was gone from his arms.
“You’d better plan to come back here and fast,” he threatened as he dug his fingernails into the pile of the carpet.
He heard her high heels on the kitchen tiles, the refrigerator open and a few other sounds of caps popping and utensils clanging.
At once, she was back, straddling him, her heat thrilling him when she stuck the coldest damn thing against one nipple.
“Jesus!” He bucked. “Ice?”
“A warm-up,” she crooned, lifting the ice and putting her hot lips over his pebbled flesh. Then she trailed the melting cube down to the indentation of his bellybutton. “A dab of this, a kiss to make it all better and then, I’ll do this for you.” She rubbed her pussy in the skintight suit against his swollen tender cock.
“Payback will be hell, darlin’.”
“Oh I count on it.” She moved over him and he heard something squirt. She shot something cold and lightweight on his wet nipples.
“If that’s what I think it is, you better be eating this off me.”
“Licking,” she cooed and then demonstrated with a flat, gentle swipe of her tongue over his nipples. “Honey, you are the prettiest picture.”
His nails sank into her hips. “Not as pretty in pink as your perfect ass is gonna be.”
She wiggled against him, making him moan. “Wanna spank me?”
He snorted. “Wanna lick me again?”
“Do I?” she teased him.
“You’d better hurry ’cause this train is leaving the station.” He lifted his hips to press his rock-hard cock along her slit.
“Oh honey,” she said as she fiddled with something, “you wouldn’t leave without me, now would you?”
“Depends on what you got going on there.”
“Chocolate,” she whispered. Her fingers, gooey and warm, slid over the head of his cock and down the sides.
He arched, the heat of the mixture on his skin almost as good as her pussy. But not quite.
With one hand on his ribs, she slithered down over him and took him in her mouth. She rolled him around in the succulent cavern between her teeth and wherever she had learned how to do him, whoever she had practiced on in the past, he did not care.
S
he was reverent, persistent and mesmerizing. She licked him up one side and down the other. She laved his slit with the tip of her tongue, then swirled it in her mouth. All the time, she held him at the root and massaged his balls until he was no longer on fire but ablaze. No longer hard but solid steel. Not a man in rut, but a man in love. Her devotion made him pant, her skill driving him up to a crazy height from which he couldn’t retreat. Couldn’t delay. Didn’t try.
He thrashed his head on the carpet, his teeth bared.
“Don’t worry, honey. You’re making a great sundae. Even with a cherry on top.”
Something chilled and small sat atop his dick. “Christ.”
“You are so yummy,” she sang to him in a cute little voice of delight. Then she nibbled at his shaft. He felt her teeth, her lips, the way her jaws worked to eat the damn cherry.
Once she swallowed, she grasped him by the root and sank her silken mouth over him. He gasped, his hands driving through his hair.
She sucked him long and hard and utterly dry. When he jerked for the last time into her mouth, he swore he had to have her again. But god knew when he’d have his mind back or even think about his cock being full.
He rolled with her to his side and tore off the blindfold.
She nestled against him, all cuddly and soft as a kitten, then sighed. “Happy birthday to me.”
Growling, he found his voice and his strength. In two moves, he was up on his feet, hauling her toward him with her wrist in his clutches, headed for the back and wherever the bathroom was.
“Now, we’ll celebrate my own birthday my way.”
“Yeah?” She chuckled as she hurried to keep up with him. “How?”
“For every year I’ve been on this planet, I’m gonna fuck you once. Then for good measure, I’ll do it again.”
“Wow. Promises, promises! And just how many years is that?”
“Thirty-six.”
“Yikes!” She giggled as he stood her in the middle of the spacious bathroom, found the zipper and stripped her of the suit, then whipped off her boots.
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