His Scandalous Love

by Anya Summers

  Jenna’s fingers dug into his back, clutching at him as her passion rose to startling heights. She needed movement, even just a hint of friction. She whimpered into his mouth. Her hands trailed down to his butt and gripped his ass, trying to show him without words what she needed.

  When Carter finally lifted his mouth, his eyes were dark as pitch in his lust. With his gaze locked on hers he rocked his hips in a gentle seesaw motion. Her mouth opened on a gasp. Carter drew her hands from his body, held her wrists and placed them on either side of her head. His fingers threaded through hers and she gripped him, holding on as he ground his hips, his cock gliding in and out with ease.

  Jenna canted her pelvis, meeting his thrusts. She’d never expected such gentleness, such aching tenderness from him. They’d always been combustible between the sheets. Yet this was different. She felt every measured thrust, each cant of his hips as he glided inside. Her body ached, the pain of penetration morphing with every thrust, adding to the eroticism of his lovemaking. And through it all, his gaze remained trained on her, watching every nuance of her reactions, ensuring that she wasn’t in discomfort. Her body ratchetted up a sharp precipice of desire. Her fingers clutched his, her nails digging in to his hands.

  “Carter,” she moaned as her body tightened in on itself. Like a tidal wave crashing ashore, her body broke into a million pieces as her climax riddled her frame. Her pussy clenched with a fine line of pleasure-pain so intense she saw stars behind her closed lids.

  He buried his face in the hollow of her neck as he thrust, need overriding everything. Carter’s cock stiffened and swelled. His body jerked. He thrust, his body strained, and hot jets of liquid filled her pussy, setting off another round of sparks.

  His groans filled her ears.

  Tears pricked her eyes. Carter had made her first time post Liam beautiful. She wanted to burrow into his arms and never leave. And that terrified her. Love for him cascaded in her being. It was so huge, it brought tears to her eyes. Jenna wanted to tell him how she felt. That she didn’t just want him. That she needed him—that, for the first time in her existence, she didn’t feel alone. That she felt like she could lean on him and trust that he would be there.

  And that everything she’d felt for Carter, everything she’d told herself she had buried in the sand, had just been lying in wait beneath the surface.

  When Carter finally moved, he shifted and rolled onto his back. But he took her with him so she was cuddled by his side with her head resting on his chest. Carter looked at her then. His stare was tender, possessive, and instead of saying the words that were on the tip of her tongue, she played ostrich, burrowing against his chest.

  And he let her.

  Maybe he didn’t want to break the spell of such world-altering sex. Well, she didn’t either. Jenna closed her eyes and let herself fall into a dreamless sleep.

  It felt like minutes, but was most likely hours later when Carter nudged her shoulder and murmured, “Jenna, Liam’s hungry and needs you.”

  She opened her eyes to her upset little guy. “You mean he needs my boobs.”

  Carter chuckled and handed Liam over, then settled himself back beside her, spooning against her back. She fit Liam lengthwise and let him take root at her breast. She sighed, feeling the rush of hormones as Liam greedily slurped. Carter traced a finger over his son’s cheek.

  “I don’t think I will ever tire of watching this. The way he looks at you while he feeds,” Carter murmured.

  “He’s a charmer, much like his daddy,” she quipped and shot him a sleepy grin over her shoulder.

  Carter gave her a quick kiss on the tip of her nose and chuckled. “That he is.”

  Jenna nursed Liam until his belly was full. Then the three of them fell back asleep.

  Chapter 14

  Carter woke as the first rays of sunlight shone through the curtains. Careful not to wake them, he stared at the woman who continued to surprise him and his son. Christ, he’d never known such fierce protectiveness as he felt when it came to Liam. If his son needed him to corral the moon, he would figure out a way to draw the heavenly globe down to earth for him. When it came to Liam, he was a complete goner, and had no qualms about it.

  Liam slept peacefully, secure with Jenna’s arms around him. His little mouth was open and surrounding one of her nipples. They’d all fallen back asleep once he’d fed, and had stayed that way.

  He hadn’t expected to make love with her last night. Carter hadn’t wanted to push her or her body until she was ready. He could honestly say that with all the submissives, all the women he’d slept with over the course of his thirty-five years, he’d never made love to a woman until last night.

  Jenna wasn’t ready for full on bondage and dominance. Hell, he had been more worried about whether she would buck him off. Whether the pain would be too severe. And he had restrained his dominant nature to give her what she needed.

  He still owed her a spanking. Yet he didn’t want to cause her more pain, so he had his dominant beast collared. And last night, when he was buried deep inside her, he had shown her with his body that he loved her. He was too uncertain of her affections for the words to come easily. He’d never said them to someone else. Perhaps that was why, once they’d been together on the island, he wasn’t able to attend the club. He’d already lost his heart to her. And for him, once he loved, it was forever; no take backs or refunds.

  When he’d slid inside, her silken heat clamped around him, Carter felt like he had finally made it home. She was his home. His heart and soul had simply said: mine.

  She was caving to him, and not just physically either. He noticed it in her eyes when she glanced his way or he caught her watching him.

  Regretfully, he slipped from bed quietly and started his day.

  * * *

  Over the next few days, they settled into a rhythm. Every night after his day out on the ranch, Carter would spend time with Liam while Jenna showered or did some school work. Her sister visited the ranch twice that week during the day to watch the baby. Carter could see the bond between the sisters. But they developed a pattern and rhythm, with Jenna sliding into his life rather seamlessly. At lunch the other day, he’d found her folding laundry with Dottie while Liam slept. When he asked her about it, she stuck out her chin and said that as this was where she was living, she would contribute. She wouldn’t have Dottie do her wash when she was perfectly capable.

  The woman drove him mad with her defiance. She challenged him, more of her spark returning the more comfortable she felt here.

  It was the nights that were by far and away his favorite though. He enjoyed the homey routine, joining Jenna and Liam in her room. They took turns reading to Liam while he nursed. Once Liam was asleep, he and Jenna would have sex.

  So far it had all been vanilla in their bedroom activities. Jenna was still sore and her body adjusting slowly to having sex once again. Carter didn’t want to push her but there was an essential part missing, for both of them. He could feel it.

  And they hadn’t talked about their relationship. During the day, they could well be friendly roommates and nothing more for all the warmth they displayed. The closeness, the incendiary fires, only transpired in the dead of night.

  He wasn’t certain why. But he vowed to find the underlying cause of it. At the knock on the door to his office, he yelled, “Come in.”

  The door opened. As if his thoughts of her had conjured her up, Jenna hesitantly walked in, toting a picnic basket.

  He leaned back in his chair when she shut the door behind her.

  “Jenna? What can I do for you?” he asked, his body instantly alert.

  “Well, you didn’t come to the house for lunch today and I wanted to make sure you don’t starve.”

  He steepled his hands in front of him, studying her. He noticed her hands trembled when she set the basket on his desk. “You didn’t have to do that, but I appreciate it.”

  She hesitated, like she was about to say something and was having a
raging internal debate.

  “Spit it out, Jenna. You didn’t just come to my office to deliver lunch. What gives?” he asked.

  “Never mind. I didn’t mean to disturb you,” she said, backing toward the door. Like hell was he letting her leave. He stood and prowled around his desk, his long strides eliminating the distance between them. Her hand gripped the knob when he came up behind her. Placing his palm on the doorframe, he kept her from opening it and escaping him. Jenna turned and glared up at him.

  “What the hell, Carter? What’s with the caveman act?” she asked. Yet as she scowled at him, he noted her pulse fluttering in her neck. Her pupils were dilated. Lowering his gaze, he saw her nipples were hard, beaded points under her top.

  Fuck. She wanted the caveman act. Maybe he’d approached their nights together all wrong. He’d been so worried he might cause her pain that he hadn’t dominated her, not the way he should have. Carter could make sure she wasn’t harmed while affirming who was in charge. That changed. Now. She had come to him.

  “I want you bent over my desk, bare assed,” he ordered.

  She inhaled a breath and licked her lips. Desire infused her gaze. “What?”

  He gripped her chin. “You heard me. Don’t make me punish you, Jenna. I don’t know that your body can handle being spanked just yet, which means I will have to get very creative with your punishments for the time being. Do as I asked. I want you bent over my desk with your pretty ass in the air so I can fuck you. And that’s what, Sir?”

  He flipped the lock on his office door and drew down the interior shade. The last thing he wanted to do was give his foreman a heart attack.

  Carter took a step back, just enough to allow Jenna movement to follow his commands. He held his breath. Would she comply? Had he read the situation correctly? If she didn’t obey, he contemplated what her punishment could be without injuring her. Jenna surprised him. Sliding past him, her knockout body brushed against his and his eyes damn near crossed at the torture. Then she sashayed her way to his desk. He clenched his fists at her striptease. He fucking loved her body, even with the changes that becoming a mother had wrought.

  He bit back a groan as she laid the top half of her body across his desk. Passion crashed over him.

  He was so fucking hard. Carter bet he could cut rock with his dick. A haze of sexual need descended over him as he stalked to his desk. Yes, this was it. What they both needed.

  “Very nice,” he murmured, moving the picnic basket aside and then he pushed his office chair back so he could kneel between her thighs. He positioned her hands over the edge of the desk, wishing he had a pair of cuffs with him. That was something he would remedy tonight.

  “Keep your hands here. Don’t move them for any reason. Understood?” he demanded.

  “Yes, Sir,” she whimpered breathily.

  Her pussy glistened with dew. She was as aroused as he. Good. It was about damn time. He slid to his knees. Parting her ass cheeks, without preamble or warning, he swiped his tongue through her crease. At her gasp, he grinned. Oh yeah, she needed his dominance every bit as much as he needed to dole it out. He tongued her clit, swishing around the bud as he parted the globes of her very fine ass. Even after having Liam, her ass was still fucking incredible. He nipped the nub, biting down until she cried out in pleasure.

  This was what they’d been missing. They hadn’t fucked yet. He hadn’t dominated her. He ate her pussy. Laved her labia folds with his tongue. Held her steady when she attempted to buck her hips. Sucking the swollen bud into his mouth, he hummed while his tongue flicked back and forth. Then he slipped his tongue inside her channel, thrusting inside her sweet cunt. Her juices coated his chin. He circled her clit with his thumb as he thrust his tongue, listening to the beautiful sounds of her arousal.

  He stopped feasting on her cunt for a moment, gave her a love tap across her butt and said, “Quiet, or I will have to gag you. I don’t want Kyle or Herb to hear you.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she replied on a ragged moan.

  Then he attacked her pussy with vigor. He wanted to have her flood his mouth with her dew, have her drench his chin with her essence. He held her steady as he plundered. Her pussy quivered, attempting to draw his tongue deeper as he thrust. Carter could feel her body reaching toward climax… then he pinched her engorged clit between his thumb and forefinger.

  She shrieked as she came, defying his orders. Her pussy clutched at his tongue and her body quaked with the force of her climax. Carter stood and withdrew a clean bandana from his desk drawer, along with a tube of lubricant. He wasn’t just going to fuck her pussy but her ass as well.

  But he was gagging her.

  He leaned against her, pressing her into his desk. “You disobeyed me, darlin’. And for that, you will be punished. Open your mouth.”

  She did as he commanded without qualm. It thrilled him. Even with her disobedience, she was the perfect fucking submissive. He fit the red bandana over her mouth and fastened it so that she was effectively gagged.

  “You’re not to come until I give you permission. Understood?” he growled in her ear.

  She nodded her head.

  Then he unzipped his jeans and freed his dick. Gripping his shaft in one hand, he parted her butt cheeks with the other. He fit his crown at her pussy entrance. Then he rocked his hips and thrust, embedding his length inside her clasping sheath.

  At her muffled moan, he stilled, attuned to her body. She wasn’t bucking him off. In fact, the look on her face was one of sublime pleasure. The feeling was mutual. He gripped her hips as he began to move, shuttling his cock in and out of her glorious heat in long, smooth strokes. Fuck, he loved the way her pussy squeezed him.

  He didn’t hold back as he thrust, setting a wickedly fast pace, pounding his length inside her sweet cunt. From the beautiful sound of Jenna’s moans behind the gag, she was enjoying every minute. While he thrust, he added a dollop of lube to her pretty rosette.

  At her deep groan, he smiled. Oh yeah, they both needed this fucking. Pumping his cock in her pussy, he pressed two fingers into her ass, stretching her tight back channel. At the double penetration, Jenna’s moans behind the gag increased. He worked her ass, stretching the taut muscles, adding a third and then a fourth digit, thrusting inside until his fingers were gliding smoothly without hindrance.

  Jenna gripped the lip of his desk, issuing garbled moans in a never-ending stream. He jack hammered a few more strokes before he withdrew from her pussy. From behind the gag, Jenna protested.

  “Don’t you worry, darlin’, I plan on fucking your pretty rosette and making you come so hard, you’ll barely be able to walk,” he growled as he coated his length with more lube. Jenna whimpered and wriggled her ass. He gave her a firm swat to still her movements and then pressed the crest against the tight ring of muscle of her back channel. He furrowed his length inside her until he was balls deep, then held still to regain his composure.

  Christ, she felt like electrified silk clamping his dick.

  Carter knew he wouldn’t last long in her ass. Not when she was his every fantasy and constricted around his cock like a heated vise grip. He unleashed his inner beast, letting all the restraint he’d shown this past week fall by the wayside. Pistoning his hips, he pounded his length inside her ass. A passionate fury drove him. His balls slapped against her pussy. Her muffled cries drove him wild.

  He leaned forward slightly, changing the angle of his penetration. One of his hands slid around her throat. He ground his cock in her ass. Slammed his length so hard he nearly saw stars. It was the ecstasy on Jenna’s face that drove him onward. She was the only one, the only submissive who had ever matched him for pure passion. She fit him like a fucking glove. And he knew he was a fucking goner where she was concerned.

  If he had to move heaven and hell to keep her here with him, he would do it.

  He snaked his free hand under her hips and strummed his fingers over her clit. His mouth beside her ear, he growled, “Come for me.”

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nbsp; He hammered his cock in her ass, feeling his dick lengthen and swell. At his command she turned her face toward him, his hand gripped her throat and he felt the thrumming beat of her heart. He pinched her clit as he thrust, and her back channel spasmed and quaked around his cock. She wailed into the gag, her body trembling and quivering beneath him.

  He relinquished his control. It had already been slipping, anyway. Lightning arced along his spine and sent shockwaves of ecstasy up his shaft. Now it was his turn to moan as his seed poured in rivulets into her clasping rear. He pumped his hips, letting her milk him of all his cum.

  He rocked inside her until his tremors ceased and his legs nearly gave out. Lifting himself, he pulled her with him until they were sitting on his office chair. He removed the gag as he held her, pressing his lips to her forehead.

  “Well, I must say that was the best lunch I’ve had in ages,” he murmured. At her giggle, he smiled. He was truly lost where she was concerned. She could shave her head and paint herself purple and he would want her still.

  Then she started to wriggle off his lap.

  “Where do you think you’re going? We still haven’t had the lunch you packed yet.”

  “Can’t. Since we got distracted, I will have to eat in a bit. It’s nearly time for Liam’s afternoon feeding. And he’s just as demanding as his father,” she murmured, sliding off his lap with a wince.

  “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Fear clawed up his chest. Had he been too quick to push the envelope with her recovery?

  “No. I’m sore but I think what we are doing is actually helping me heal a bit faster, so those muscles aren’t just lying dormant and are getting a workout. If that makes any sense.”

  “It does. We’ll do some more physical therapy on those muscles tonight,” he promised with a wink and a wicked grin.

  She blushed and nodded. “Okay, but I really do need to go.”

  He watched as she donned her bra, panties, tank top and shorts. She’d worn sandals—of all things—to the stables?