by Morgan Rae
Holly got up and squeezed the other woman tight. “This is amazing,” Alice whispered in her ear. “I’m so proud of you.”
“Thank you,” Holly said and squeezed her friend tighter. “I couldn’t have done it without you.”
“Oh, you could,” Alice said when they pulled back. “You just needed a little push. Did Holly ever tell you how I was the one who set you two up?” Alice turned her attention back to Jacob.
“No,” Jacob said and shook his head.
Holly could feel a long story coming on. She leaned over and brushed her lips against the scruff of Jacob’s jaw. “I’ll see you in bed,” she whispered.
He took her by her jaw and kissed her, fully, on the mouth. She could taste his longing and it just made her soak her panties further. She knew he could smell that, too, and that both humiliated and secretly thrilled her.
“I won’t be long,” he said, his voice deep, eyes hungry.
Holly shrugged and stood. “Take your time,” she said with a smile. “Finish your beer.”
She was grinning when she turned to head for their house. There was something deliciously devious about leaving her Alpha of a man burning. Something she wouldn’t have been able to do a year ago when she’d been too eager to please, too desperate for love.
Now, she could take as freely as she gave. And that felt good. It made the act of giving all the more meaningful.
And Holly wanted to give him something special tonight.
She got home, peeled off her muddy boots, and went to take a shower. She had to sidestep the hazard zone of children’s toys that littered the floor to make her way upstairs. Holly took her time showering, knowing that Alice was a long-winded storyteller and Jacob wouldn’t be able to politely extract himself from the conversation for at least another twenty minutes. Then Holly dried off, dug into the depths of her closet, and pulled out something special to wear to bed.
Eventually, she heard the door open and shudder closed. She heard his heavy footfalls as he shook off his boots—uneven steps; he still favored one leg over the other ever since that night on the cliffs. She heard him stub his toe on a toy and swear as it burst into song. And when everything went quiet again and Jacob’s footfalls worked their way up to the bedroom, she heard his belt buckle clinking as he opened it. Finally, Holly heard the small, pleasantly surprised intake of breath when he stopped in the doorway and saw Holly spread out in bed, wearing her wedding dress.
“I think it’s time to renew our wedding vows,” she said and couldn’t hide the smile on her lips. “Don’t you?”
“Yes,” he said, though his eyes told her he was thinking about shoving the dress up her hips and taking her then and there, just as he’d done the first time they made love on their wedding night. Not that she could blame him. Jane kept them busy most nights and, well, it’d been a while. “I’d like that.”
“We’ve changed so much.”
“Not everything’s changed,” he said as he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing that strong, hairy chest underneath that made her weak.
“No?”
“I loved you the moment I first laid eyes on you,” he said, his eyes never leaving hers. “I just didn’t realize how much.”
She swallowed hard at that, her eyes unexpectedly brimming with tears. “You did?” she asked. Normally, she’d feel self-conscious about how weak she sounded, suddenly, but with Jacob, she just felt safe.
“Yes,” he said as he crawled over on top of her. “I did. And I do.”
He kissed her, firmly, and she lost herself in his lips, the brush of his stubble against her chin. She let out a small whimper against his mouth and grabbed his face, holding him in tightly, kissing him back hard. Just needing him, him, him, all of him, every inch of him. She heard him grunt against her lips and one of her knees crooked up and eased between his legs, where she felt his erection bulge stubbornly through his pants. That drew another whimper from her, wanting it inside of her so badly, but them she caught herself and pulled back, breathlessly. “Wait…wait. I also have something to say.”
Even rock hard and short of breath, his eyes were patient when they looked down at her and he nodded once, encouraging.
She felt a laugh bubble at her lips—an amazed, how did I get so lucky laugh—and emotion welled up inside of her again, burning the backs of her eyes. Jacob cupped the side of her face with his hand and brushed away tears that dropped from the corners of her eyes when she said, voice shaking, “I gave up on love before I met you. I really did. I thought I’d had my one chance and I’d blown it. But you’ve given me…more than love.” She looked up at him now and blinked away her blurry vision, wanting to see him. Jacob. Those soft eyes, that strong jaw, expression radiating adoration for her. “You gave me a second chance to find myself,” she said, her voice coming out in a whisper.
“I love you, Holly,” he said firmly. “And everything that you are.”
“I love you too,” she said, meaning it, meaning every letter in those three words more than she had ever meant them, and she grabbed a handful of his thick hair and pulled him in for another kiss. His mouth lingered, tongue tasting her, as she needed to be close to him now, impossibly close, needed him inside of her, all over her.
“Am I sexy when I cry?” she laughed against his mouth, the release of tears making her giddy.
“Very,” he grinned and she laughed louder this time and he joined in.
“You’re perfect, Mrs. Holly Westmore,” he said as he bunched her dress around her hips.
“Take it off,” she said. Even though she’d liked the initial reaction, she realized now that making new memories were better than rehashing old ones and she felt suddenly like there were too many clothes between them. “I want to feel your skin on mine.”
He obliged eagerly and murmured, “Turn around.”
She couldn’t help but grin. “You remembered.”
“I listen better than you think,” he told her as she shifted onto her stomach to give him access to the zipper in the back. She folded her arms under her head, tucking into them like a pillow and she felt his fingers draw the zipper down slowly. Her skin tingled as his lips ghosted over the bare patch, nibbling his way down her body. She gasped and lifted so he could roll her straps over her shoulders and draw the dress down her body. He rolled it away, slowly exposing her back and then her bare ass and her legs, all the way down until she was completely naked, breasts pressed against the mattress, ass on full display. She knew all too well that he was a self-proclaimed ass man and she bit back a grin when she felt him spring off the bed to stand up and admire it. She heard his own clothes rustled as they dropped, shirt, pants, all falling to the floor. She itched to turn around and see him, but instead, she pressed her ass back and said, “Are you going to look or are you going to touch?”
“I’m going to look,” he said. There was no rush in his voice—stubborn Alpha—and she supposed this was punishment for leaving him burning back on the porch. She shifted her face on the mattress to look back and saw him naked, in full glory, standing at the foot of the bed and drinking her in with his eyes. She could map out the lines of his muscles with her eyes, lines that ran into scars, old and new, some cuts from the cougar’s claws that had healed jaggedly. He was never ashamed of his scars, it seemed, and wore them like marks of battle, which just made her feel more pride for her protective Alpha.
Down, his hips melded at the perfect V of his abdomen, and his strong cock stood proudly. So hard for her, all for her, and he tugged on it absently as he took in the curves of her figure with his eyes. The sight made her mouth water, suddenly incredibly jealous that his hands got to feel him, and she wanted to wrap her fingers around that thick cock. She wanted to feel it twitch and hear him moan under her tongue, but instead she waited obediently. Her hips squirmed longingly and, if she shifted the right way, she could feel her clit hit the soft fabric of the mattress. Holly heard herself whimper and she found herself humping the sheets pathetically.
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bsp; “Do you want me inside of you?” he said, his voice low and dark, sending shivers over her.
“Yes,” she murmured. “Please. I need you.”
He didn’t need any more encouragement. She heard the bed groan as his knees planted between her legs and then he lifted her hips so she was raised as well. She felt her inner core tremble with need as his thick fingers carefully parted her lips, spreading the wetness between her thighs, and then he murmured reverently, “You’re beautiful, Holly.”
She felt the head of his cock press against her then and she gasped as he eased inside of her, slowly. She could feel him, every inch, but she was soaking, feverishly desperate for more of him, all of him, and Holly shoved her hips against his, taking him inside her completely, suddenly. She cried out at the sensation, feeling wildly overwhelmed by the size of him, how he seemed to reach places inside her she hadn’t known existed, and she heard him moan behind her, felt his hips give a jerk, her own reward.
Holly felt his hand grip the back of her neck, holding her down, and her thighs spread wider for him, welcoming him inside of her. He kissed her throat and her shoulders, and then she felt teeth dig into her skin, marking her. She felt desperate, unraveling into a mess of a woman for him, her hips rolling back to meet his, to take him inside of her, pushing up against him again and again. She loved the feeling of Jacob over her, the warmth of his body, his soft lips and sharp teeth, every touch possessive and loving at the same time—Mine, this is mine, and thank God this is mine.
She felt his free hand draw down her side, tracing the curve of her body. She shivered under his touch, his rough, calloused hands moving so gently over her skin, and he cupped her breast, rolling the hard nub of her nipple between his fingers. He tugged lightly, but she was so aroused that even the smallest sensation was enough to send a jolt straight through her, making her insides clench and ache with delicious torment. Holly whimpered in half pain, half pleasure, twisting under the tug of his fingers as her forehead pressed into the pillow and she arched back against him. How did he seem to know exactly how to touch her to make her writhe under his palm?
A tormenting touch, a hard thrust, a soft kiss to her back—her man of contradictions, her man of complexity, her man. Holly reached behind to find a handful of his hair and just hold him against her. He was wrapped around her like a blanket, his skin burning hot on her back, a light sheen of sweat tickling her. There was something incredibly erotic about a man who didn’t mind working hard to please his woman—but then again, hard work was something Jacob always did well. He thrust into her, moving with her in waves, and every thrust impaled her on a bolt of pleasure.
And then, just when Holly couldn’t take any more, he nuzzled against the back of her neck and whispered, “Do you know I love you?”
She nodded, and opened her mouth to say yes, a million times yes, but her breath caught on a gasp when she felt him reach underneath her, between her legs, and his fingers found her clit almost instantly. “Oh God, Jacob,” she whimpered as her thighs locked and trembled with effort, needing to keep him there, right there.
He flicked her aching, swollen little nub rapidly as his hips gyrated against hers. She felt her hips undulate senselessly, trying to meet his fingers and his cock, and her breath came in short, strained gasps as her pleasure mounted, her body becoming a furnace, sweating, breaking under the insurmountable pleasure. And her love for this man—this Beast, this Alpha who had claimed her, who had married her, who had chosen her over everyone else to be his and his alone. The thought made her pussy tighten around him, trembling with little preorgasmic pulses, dangerously close.
“You’re my queen,” he said—as though she knew—his voice a deep, sensual growl, hot against her ear.
Holly reached back to grab his hand, fingers interlaced. She clutched it as she felt her orgasm building to a momentous peak. “You’re my king!” she cried out before she gripped his hand, hard, and felt his fingers squeeze back as her orgasm exploded around him. She throbbed in tight pulses that never seemed to end, and she whimpered again and again as he continued to thrust his iron-hard length inside of her mercilessly, until she was completely spent, and only then did he cum with a shudder and a deep moan, spilling hotly inside of her, filling her.
“Sex with you should not be this good,” she said finally, when she could catch her breath.
He laughed against her shoulder. “And why’s that?”
“It’s unfair to everyone else.”
“Well, I don’t care about everyone else.” He pressed a kiss to her neck, where her mark thudded, satisfied. “I care about you.”
“And Jane?”
“And Jane.”
“Hold me,” she said and he rolled over to the side so he could spoon her. She snuggled up tight, as close as she could get to him. “Do you think we made another baby?”
“I hope so. I hope we have enough to make a clan of our own.”
“I like our clan,” she said.
She felt him smile against her back. “Me too. We’re family. That’s what’s important.”
Family. Holly rolled the word around her head and then decided, yes, that was exactly what it was. A family. And here, on Red Moon Ranch, in the arms of the man that she loved, she was home.
“Yes,” she said and yawned as her eyes grew heavy. “Family. Of course.”
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