Passion Revealed (Happily Bedded Bliss Book 4)

by Jenna Allen

  Praise for Jenna Allen’s

  Passion Revealed

  Passion, desire, and heart-warming love all rolled into one. I truly enjoyed the read, and loved the outcome between the characters. I highly recommend this book to lovers of erotic romance with a very happy ending.

  Sensual Reads Reviews

  This was the sweetest fantasy/role-playing story I have read in a long time.

  6 Wands, Enchanted Ramblings

  If you’re looking for an erotic piece of short fiction and indulge in many fantasies yourself, then this could be the tale you are looking for.

  Fallen Angel Reviews

  Passion

  Revealed

  Her darkest desire is his greatest pleasure.

  Jenna Allen

  What is better? Acting out a fantasy or making love in reality? He calls and she comes running. She’s ready and willing to play whatever game he’s dreamed up. Deep in the woods, he crosses a line and she fears she’s pushed him to the brink.

  Passion Revealed

  by Jenna Allen

  Copyright © 2013 by Jenna Allen

  First Publication © 2006 by Jenna Allen as Daisy

  Cover art by Novel Graphic Designs.

  ISBN-13: 978-0-9900084-3-9

  Kindle Edition

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be interpreted as real. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, organizations or locales is entirely coincidental.

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means including information storage and retrieval systems, without permission in writing from the author. The only exception is by a reviewer, who may quote brief excerpts in a review.

  First electronic publication: Phaze Books 2006

  Reprint of revised edition by Jenna Allen: 2013

  For my wonderful readers who encourage me to do what I love and share the joy of storytelling.

  Table of Contents

  Reviews

  Title Page

  Copyright

  Dedication

  From the Author

  Passion Revealed

  Discover more Happily Bedded Bliss

  Romance Rekindled

  Lovers Reunited

  About Jenna

  Hello my lovelies,

  Thank you for joining me on the Happily Bedded Bliss journey. The time to explore what follows happily ever after has come. The dream is fall in love and get married and grow together in marital bliss. If only staying together were as easy as getting together.

  Passion Revealed started on a dare. Whenever someone tells me something can’t be done, my brain works out crazy scenarios until I have that aha moment. For this story, finding Dan was the key element. A man who loves his wife so much he’s willing to travel far outside his comfort zone to make her fantasies come true. Now that’s romance.

  Happy Reading,

  Jenna Allen

  Passion Revealed

  “Hey baby.” His voice rang in my ears, echoing all afternoon. “You got plans later?”

  I knew what he had in mind. But still, I played along. Hell, I played along because I knew what he had in mind.

  “Can you sneak away for a few hours?” His deep voice gave even his most basic words a slightly sexy undertone.

  He knew I’d rush home, shuck the work clothes and slip into something easier to slip out of. He wanted me to rush, that’s why he’d be there just twenty minutes after I got off.

  The truck rumbled down my street, the sound vibrating all the way inside the house. I dabbed the peachy lip-gloss with a finger and checked the mirror again.

  He didn’t cut the engine, just turned up the Tom Petty thumping the speakers. On my way out the door I reached for my purse, but decided against it. Where we’d go, I didn’t need anything.

  Locking the door I stepped off the porch, letting the screen door shut behind me. His dimples deepened as he leered at me through the open window of the truck. He leaned over, pushing the door open.

  I looked up and down the street, wondering who might peek out their window at us. What would they think?

  “Don’t you worry, Daisy. We ain’t doing nothing wrong. Just picking wildflowers is all.” He leaned back against his door; thumb tapping the insistent rhythm against the steering wheel.

  Daisy. So that’s who I was tonight. I stepped up into the truck and shut the door before sliding all the way across the bench seats. The engine roared as soon as our legs touched.

  The backs of my thighs sealed to the seat, the seam of his jeans pressing against my bare leg. The denim dusted with dirt, proof of his day. His strong, rough hands gripped the steering wheel and steered us past the railroad tracks and out of town.

  His tanned forearms flexed as he turned the wheel. The road dipped and rose beneath the truck, pitching us closer together. His hand disappeared between my thighs. I gasped and pressed my knees against each other.

  “Where are we going?”

  His eyes stayed on the dirt road as it dwindled to a single lane. The hard lines of his face made a harsh profile against the setting sun, almost sinister the way his hat shaded his eyes. My stomach fluttered, his thumb rubbing against my inner thigh.

  “I know a spot you’ll like. By the water, lots of wildflowers. I know how you like wild things.” His hand slid up, but he pulled away before it hit home.

  The ride got even rockier when he turned between two trees and headed off road. I turned and looked behind us, so deep in the forest we barely made tracks.

  The afternoon had been warm, the hot sun pulsing throughout the day. Even fading into evening and delving into the woods, the temperature hovered above comfortable.

  I tugged my tank top lower, the twinge in the pit of my stomach niggling deeper. I wished more material made up the ruffled mini skirt I’d donned. Despite the heat, I didn’t like being so bare before him. Not when I had so little control.

  I bounced off the truck seat as we dropped down, the wheels skidding over the embankment. He threw the truck in park and killed the engine. He turned to me, his eyes seemed to read my thoughts.

  I dropped my gaze, embarrassed by his stare. Heat prickled my shoulders, rising to my face as I noticed the bulge in his jeans. I smiled and leaned closer, whispering in his ear, “I love it here.”

  Reaching down I rubbed him through his jeans, my palm heating with the friction. He pushed up against my hand. I traced the shell of his ear with the tip of my tongue, the salt of his skin tempting me for more. I ran my hand up, under his t-shirt, the downy hair of his taut stomach ticking my palm.

  “I know a spot, down by the water.” He reached behind us. Water sloshed, ice rattled against glass. I pulled away as he pulled out two long necks, dripping and cold. He twisted the caps off against his calloused palm and tipped one towards me.

  His gaze dropped to my breasts. He traced the top of the bottle over each mound with painstaking slowness. Condensation dripped into my lap. The cold seeped through the thin cotton of my top. He rubbed the side of the bottle against my puckered nipple. I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth. Just what did he want me to do? Stop thinking, probably.

  I leaned forward, just as he pulled away to chug his beer down. His throat undulated with each long swallow. I took my bottle from his fingers and took a sip, the hops and bubbles bursting on my tongue.

  Sliding his empty back in the cooler behind the seat, he plucked another brew from the slush.

  “C’mon Daisy, Mother Nature’s waiting.”
His long legs fell out of the door the second he opened it. I scooted to the other side, the seat sticking to my bare thighs.

  He pulled open my door, a blanket tucked beneath his arm. I swung my legs around, sliding against his hard body as my feet found the ground. Standing so close I could feel his heart thudding next to mine.

  “Where?” I wanted nothing between us, even just two thin layers of knit cotton.

  “Come with me.” I took the hand he offered; let him lead me further along the creek bed.

  The water ran fast here, whooshing in my ears. The air crisp and vibrating with life. Birds twittered and twigs snapped at random. How he found a place so secluded and perfect I’d never know.

  “There’s no wildflowers,” I teased, releasing his hand and stepping back.

  “Then we’d better get to pollinating.” I laughed while he spread the blanket under the cover of an old tree.

  “You want to buzz around like wild bees?”

  “Love is blooming, Daisy.” He pulled off his boots and looked up at me expectantly.

  My sandals stayed on the edge of the blanket when I knelt beside him. I took another sip off my beer, wishing it would do something to cool me down. But it wasn’t the temperature that had me on fire.

  He drained his second beer and tossed the bottle towards his boots. He eyed my bottle so intently I took another sip. He pulled me to him before I could swallow, stealing the brew from my lips.

  His kiss planted hard, insistent, bruising as he knocked the bottle from my hand. It clunked to the ground, the ale gurgling and foaming as it trickled against the earth. His hands scratched against my skin as he found the hem of the tank top and pulled it over my head. On instinct I covered my bare breasts with one arm.

  “Whoa there Cowboy, slow down.” I reached for him but he pushed me back against the blanket. I struggled to get up, but in an instant his shirt was off and he pinned me to the ground with his body.

  The question all in his eyes. I licked my lips in response, excitement rushing through me. He usually couldn’t go through with this one.

  “What are you doing?”

  “C’mon now, Daisy. You know why we’re here.” Holding me still with one hand, he tugged at my skirt with the other.

  “Please, don’t hurt me.” How far would he let me fight? “Don’t rip my clothes. My mother will kill me.”

  “You’re mama will never find out.” He found the zipper on the side, pushed the skirt down my thighs, then off.

  “I can’t. I’m not this kind of girl.”

  “Everyone in town knows what kind of girl you are, Daisy.” He growled against my ear, his hot breath setting every nerve on fire. His fingers wrapped against the hip of my lace panties and he tugged hard. I yelped, the material cutting into my skin.

  He released my panties, a metallic scraping sounding through the woods. I saw the knife and my heart jumped. I knew he carried it, and he knew it scared me.

  The cool metal slid against my hip. I stayed very still, not wanting to risk a false move. I felt every fiber as the knife sliced the lacy fabric. He sat up, but I stayed motionless, the dull side of the blade tracing across my belly, between my breasts, to where the pulse threatened to leap out of my skin. My jaw trembled.

  “You don’t like that, do you?” He stared down at me, the question from before gone.

  “No,” I whispered, moving as little as possible.

  “You want me to put it away?” He slid it back down my body, over my right nipple, to my inner thigh.

  “Yes.”

  “You gonna be a good girl? You gonna do what I say?” The back side of the knife trace the line where my torso met my leg. “I’d hate to have to make you, Daisy.”

  I closed my eyes, not sure what to do. Playing games where someone could actually get hurt was my line, and he knew it well. Did I use the safe word now, or trust it wouldn’t go too far? If he was planning on pushing it anyway, would that even work?

  I heard his zipper go down, felt the whoosh of air as his jeans hit the ground. My skin so sensitive I felt his every movement though he didn’t touch me at all.

  “You like to suck cock, Daisy?” I opened my eyes to see him standing before me, naked and thickening, the blade still glistening in his hand. “I bet you have a lot of practice.” He skimmed his free hand down his belly, his fingers sliding beneath his cock, presenting it to me. “Come here, show me what you know.”

  I looked into his eyes and sat up slowly. If he wanted to play, I could give as good as I got. “I don’t know how.”

  “Every guy in town’s had you, Daisy. You were all over me back at the truck.”

  I shook my head in protest. “I’m a good girl, really. I’m…I’m just a tease.”

  “I’ll teach you not to tease.” He stepped forward, pulling me to my knees with my hair. I made sure the breaths I huffed were hot against his growing length.

  “I’m scared. Please. I don’t know what to do.” The knife flashed in my face and I pulled back. He grabbed more of my hair and thrust me forward.

  “Suck it, Daisy. It’s about time you learned not to tease. Do it, or I cut off your pretty hair.” Somehow I could feel the metal winding through the strands of hair in his fist. I stuck out my tongue and looked up at him, watching his lips curve into a smile when I licked him like a dripping ice cream cone.

  Did he remember this was how he taught me to please him? So long ago he might have forgotten. But I remembered, how strange and foreign it had been, how awkward and eager I’d felt.

  “That’s a good girl.” It was a tongue bath, like a popsicle on a summer afternoon. “Now suck it, Daisy.”

  I grinned inside. If he hadn’t remembered before, he would now. I wrapped my lips around the very tip of him and sucked, hard. I locked him in my gaze and he released my hair. Yes, he did remember, and he wanted better.

  Bracing my hands against his thighs I released the suction and begin to take more of him in, a little at a time. I moaned with the pleasure of it, working him harder with each pass. My hands wandered, up his hips, squeezing his ass, rolling his balls.

  He threaded his hands through my hair, differently this time. He pulled the hair from my face so he could watch me. When he kept his eyes open.

  The power of it always got me. I snuck one hand between my own legs. My fingers slid against my slit. I dipped between the folds, circling my clit as fast as I could. If he caught me –

  “You little slut.” He pulled me off him by my hair. He fell out of my mouth with a pop. “I almost believed you didn’t know how to suck cock, but look at you now. Fingering yourself. I’ve got what you really want.”

  He shoved me against the blanket. I scrambled to my elbows. “Please, no. I’m a virgin, I swear.”

  “There’s only one way to find out.”

  I rolled away and tried to crawl from him, but he caught me by the hips, pulling me back until his hard cock pressed against my ass. The knife waved in front of my face and I froze.

  “Don’t make me force you, Daisy.” His stubble scratched my shoulder as he wrapped his body around mine. “We could do this real nice, or it could get ugly.”

  The hand that held my hip snaked between my legs, the tip of his finger wiggling against my clit.

  “That feels good, don’t it? This could feel good for us both, Daisy. Or just for me. Either way, I will have you. You can lay down and play nice, or I can take you like this.” He pulled away, leaving me on my hands and knees.

  I looked over my shoulder to see him sitting back on his haunches. What would Daisy do? I rolled over onto my back and glared over at him.

  “I’m not going to like it.” I pouted my mouth and shut my eyes tight.

  “You’ll like it, Daisy, don’t you worry ’bout a thing.”

  I sneaked open one eye just in time to see his wet lips coming at mine. His mouth closed over mine, forcing his tongue inside. A kiss so lustful it bruised. His rough hands caught my wrists, pulling my arms overhead and pinnin
g them there. His broad chest crushed against mine, trapping me beneath him.

  The frenzy of the kiss broke when he pulled away, but breathing took precedence to formulating a protest. His searing lips sought out my breast, found my nipple and pulled it deep into his mouth. My back arched, pressing against him.

  Wicked laughter hung in the air. I fought to control my breathing as he shucked off the jeans. He came back at me, lavishing his attentions on my other breast. His hands squeezed, the stubble from his cheeks scratched, his breath heated the dry skin and cooled the freshly kissed tips. He sucked, licked, nibbled, even bit softly. My hands threaded through his hair, wanting more of what he served up. I whimpered, throwing my head back and arching into him.

  He took advantage of my rapture, parting my legs, securing them with his knees. I tried to sit up, to mount a weak objection, but his attentions to my breasts kept me down. His fingers roamed over my stomach, between my legs.

  His groan vibrated into me as his fingers traced my cunt. Pleasure rippled though me, the tiniest of orgasms intoxicating me more than the beer. He quickened his pace, the wet sounds of the delicious friction music to my ears.

  “You want this, don’t you, Daisy?” The hissed words floated above us.

  “Yes.” His fingers stalled and I remembered my role. “But I can’t. Please, we have to stop.”

  “Stop this?” A finger circled my opening.

  I squeezed my muscles as hard as I could, making my entrance tight. I didn’t have those Ben Wah balls for nothing.

  “We can’t. You have to stop. Take me home.” Take me home. I caught his grin. I’d said that this morning.

  “I’ll take you home when I’m done with you, Daisy.” Kisses silenced my weak protests.

  His large body weighed down on me. With one hand he spread me open further, the other pressed his cock against my entrance. I clenched my muscles and tried to squirm away.

  “I’m going to get what I came for Daisy,” he whispered, looming over me. “What we both came for.” He rammed into me, forcing his way past the barrier I tried to put up. He slammed deeper and deeper until I had to relax. Some things you just can’t fake.