Chapter Thirteen

“Mara? What are you doing, darling?”

Eric was happy today. His tone of voice always changed when he was happy. Lighter—boyish, somewhat. And he was happy now.

Still, Mara knew better than to keep him waiting. She finished her hair quickly and smiled up at him immediately when the bathroom door opened. Exactly five minutes. She’d been very fast. It always made him happy.

“Beautiful.” He kissed her on the nose. “Absolutely beautiful, darling.”

“Thank you, my love. I dressed for you.”

His cheekbones darkened, and she knew he was aroused before he lightly kissed her, pulling her close and rubbing his thickness against her tummy. “You make me happy, darling. Do I make you happy?”

He was teasing her. He wanted her to be flirty and bold. She brought a hand down and cupped his cock, squeezing him gently, but firmly like he’d taught her. “Very happy. More, more please.”

As she knew he would, he chuckled. He nibbled her lips before placing a hand around the back of her neck and lifting from her.

“More, huh? You want more of me?” His erection swelled harder in her hand, and she shivered. The drugs he fed her made her always ready, always willing, but she still feared his swift mood swings.

“I love you.” They were the safest three words she’d ever learned. He couldn’t hear them enough, and immediately his face softened slightly. “Can I show you how much?” This, too, was always safe. He was tense, his mission making him unpredictable.

“Ah, if we had time, my little angel, I would. Maybe on the way back. Will that be enough for you?” He gripped her mound with one hand and with a twist of his wrist he moved her panties aside to slip a long finger inside her body. “Ah, you’re wet, my naughty little girl. I’ve taught you well, no?” He began pushing his fingers in and out, watching her face as he did, his features clouded with lust. She knew better than to move away. Instead she pretended to shiver and caressed his shoulders with her hands.

“Oh, Eric, please, I want you.”

He laughed roughly and withdrew his fingers, as she’d known he would. He traced her lips with his fingers before kissing her flavour off her mouth.

“I love your flavour. You taste like heaven. After this little check-in, I want to taste you for hours.”

She nodded eagerly. Eric was completely in control of her. But he brought her such pleasure with his body that she didn’t have to fake her reaction to him once he started moving over her. His fingers scared her, though, as did his hands and his temper, but not enough to chance losing him. She did love him, she did. She simply didn’t trust him. Not in the least. But she loved him desperately. He was all she had, her everything.

He bent down and kissed her cheek. So chaste compared to most of the things he did to her. Had her do to him.

“Later then, my little pearl. First we need to go see how difficult this fifty million will be to acquire. You’ll be my partner, how’s that?”

If only she was. A partner, she imagined, you could trust. How could she possibly trust a man who murdered for a living?

She tiptoed to kiss his jaw, hugging him like she’d always done, burying her nose in his chest, wishing it was the way it had been before she’d called her family. “I would make a good partner, Eric.”

“You do, little one, you do.” He pulled her arms from around his waist and kissed her wrist, frowning slightly at the scars from the ropes. “Where are your bracelets?”

Quickly, she took her arm away from him and tightened her arms around his lean waist again. “You took them off last night. I couldn’t find them.” She giggled, making certain he knew she was not accusing him.

He laughed—happy, she could tell. “Ah, damn, that’s right. We got wild, didn’t we, darling?”

Wild. Yes, he made her wild. Scared her, punished her, but loved her. What was she to do with that? She had no idea, besides survive.

She reached up slowly and traced his newly tanned skin. He looked so different with his brown hair dyed blond, his dark eyes coloured with blue contacts.

“So different. You look so different.”

He cocked a brow, watching her closely. “Better?”

“No, no, I like you, not this.” She knew it was the right thing to say when his face softened even more.

She could do this. Survive.

Lacey navigated the dirt road to her house, peeking at the clock on her dash every few minutes. She knew she was counting the minutes until she could see Russell again and hated being so pathetic, but couldn’t stop herself. She missed him. He’d been gone for what seemed like forever on his roundup, when in reality he’d only been gone for four days. She felt empty inside. She’d caught herself turning at times during the past four days to tell him something, only to remember he wasn’t right there in her kitchen, or in her bed, or on the couch, or lounging all sexy-hot against the wall, watching her. He was always watching her. And now she realised how much she had been watching him, too. So instead of watching him, she was watching the clock.

Geez, she needed to get with the programme. She’d tried to stay busy. She’d gone to lunch with Katya the first day he’d left. And she’d enjoyed Katya’s company. She hadn’t had a close friend since Mandy, but Mandy had left years before and, since then, life had been full of superficial friends at best. Most didn’t understand life on a base. Or life with a father who was once a Navy SEAL and forever part of that lifestyle. And team.

Katya seemed to understand that. Plus, she was with Eagle, a former SEAL. So they had a great deal in common, even if she couldn’t share her past with them. Katya and Eagle had even been to the base she’d lived on, which was slightly frightening. But she had never met Eagle, and certainly never Russell.

Sighing for the hundredth time, she wiggled a bit on her truck seat and grinned, thinking about what Katya had talked her into. Getting waxed, of all things. Yeow! It had hurt, and when Russell came back…tingles hit that sensitive area of her anatomy at the idea of what Russell would say, let alone do, with her freshly waxed and pampered skin. And she’d pampered it, too, because it had hurt worse than her wounds had! Katya had laughed her head off, but the reality was that even now, three days later, Lacey shuddered at how badly having her hair ripped out had hurt. Russell was lucky he hadn’t been around when she’d had it done, because she would have hit him. Hard, too.

Now Katya wanted her to try getting her hair lasered off, and, yeah, every time her new friend had said it she’d done the little Mini-Me thing with her fingers like that guy in the Austin Powers movies. God, Mandy would have loved Katya. Mandy. Lacey hadn’t missed her best friend so much since the first year Mandy had been gone. If Mandy learned she’d ‘died’, she’d be devastated. And she’d learn. Pain filled Lacey at the thought. Mandy had run, like Lacey, but not from a killer. She’d run from a man. And for good reasons, but still. She’d run. Fast and far. Lacey had got a few postcards at first, a phone call once or twice, but nothing more in a long time.

Maybe she should contact Mandy somehow, and let her know she’d not died. She couldn’t trust anyone, the agents had warned her repeatedly. Not even Russell. A former SEAL.

And definitely not Katya. Grinning, she pictured the woman doing that laser gesture again and laughed. Who knew that someone in Troy, Montana, loved Austin Powers and watched the movies repeatedly? And maybe Lacey was a wimp, but she wasn’t too keen on getting lasered, either. Although, to be honest, she liked the feel of being bare. Now. Days later. Russell did not need to know that, though. She expected a great deal from him for the painful experience. Had she ever thought of going bare? No, not until a husky voice had whispered it over her body while he was a breath away from her clit. The man was a menace.

And she missed him.

So here she was, taking the position with Sawyer and Bishop, a great firm out of Spokane, and on her way to meet a client who needed specs on his add-on porch. It was a baby job, an easy fix, and she knew the firm was testing her. And at this point, she missed Russell so bad she could barely put two and two together. She’d be lucky to even remember anything about Mr Lance Daffie’s porch.

She glanced at her truck clock and punched her foot on the gas. Shit. She was driving too slowly. The man was supposed to meet her at her place in twenty minutes. She was still dressed from her trip to the firm, which meant she wasn’t going to have time to change. She’d headed into Spokane today to meet some of the other employees and had been introduced as the new addition. A new addition who was working out of Troy. From home. That was the seller. Besides, the money was good, she was bored, and this would keep her busy.

Time she really wanted to fill up with Russell. And Russell’s constant lovemaking. She missed that as much as his warm body cuddling her close all night. The bed was so empty without him. And she had to sleep in it now. He’d made her return the U-Haul with him on Sunday. It was the only time they’d left the house that day, and when they’d got back he’d been insatiable. But then, so had she. She’d even given him a run for his money, he’d told her. She grinned at the memory of how happy Russell had looked. He’d been breathless, hot and sweaty, lying on his back when she’d crawled up on him and explored every single inch of his amazing body.

God, she missed him. Her body was going through withdrawal, and her waxed pussy was so new and tingly she was in a constant state of flushes, arousal for no reason—oh, other than thinking of Russell. God, it would be embarrassing if she ever planned on telling anyone. Russell would love to hear that particular tidbit, no doubt. He was not only insatiable, he was dirty-minded! He loved to make her talk dirty, and the things he husked in her ear while he thrust in and out of her were an incredible turn-on. She’d never known she was one of those women who liked to hear such things…but she was.

It was only three o’clock, and he’d said he wouldn’t be back until after dark tonight, possibly tomorrow afternoon, but she hoped he’d be here today. Katya had told her the men would be back today, and said she thought Ace didn’t want to disappoint her in case they did take longer, but she thought Eagle would be back today.

Lacey thought it was more that Russell hadn’t wanted to leave her at all. She’d heard him talking to that guy on the phone again, and he’d told him he couldn’t make it down. Wherever ‘down’ was. She wasn’t quite clear where or why, but whatever the job was, it sounded like time away, and Russell didn’t seem to want time away.

Finally passing through town, she saw her realtor and his wife outside their shop and waved. They were a nice couple. Katya said they’d once been in love years ago, but had drifted apart, only to come back together again a few years ago. Sad, she’d thought. Kat had thought it sweet.

Glancing down at her clock again, she saw it still wasn’t quite three and, darn it, she really didn’t want to meet the guy at her house, but it would help the time go by until she could see Russell.

She wondered if he missed her. She hoped he did. He seemed to be interested in a whole lot more than sex. He’d brought quite a few of his things down to her house. That meant something. And he’d murmured to her when he’d left, early on Monday morning, that he wanted her in his bed.

His bed. Meaning his bed at his ranch. She secretly wanted to be there, too. Not that she felt she had to hide it from him, but she didn’t want to put herself too far out there, either. If Russell hurt her, she might not recover. She recognised that already, and hadn’t even known the guy for more than a few weeks. But she had to admit that what she knew of him she liked. She liked his take-charge approach to life, his confidence, and especially his smile. And his humour wasn’t bad either. Kinda sexy—confident and witty. Dry. And, of course, she liked all those dirty little things he said to her while he was driving her absolutely crazy with his mouth, hands, and big, beautiful body…

She flushed and had to squirm on the seat of her truck, remembering the nights. And the days. But especially that last night. He’d made love to her all night. A banquet of sex. And he’d done it on purpose, it would seem, because right when he’d finally taken her body over the edge and was losing his own control, his hips pounding so firmly the headboard was hitting the wall, he’d leant down and husked in her ear how much he wanted her to feel him deep inside, fucking her hard and hot, for days afterwards. She’d come so intensely after he’d whispered those seductive little dirty words, she’d nearly blacked out.

She could still feel him now, days later. Deep, deep inside her body she could still feel the lingering fullness of his flesh, so steely hard, thrusting deep. And she might feel that possession in a few more hours, too.

Her body softened, wetting her panties so much she was afraid she’d leave a stain on the back of her skirt. Breathing deeply, she tried not to think of Russell for ten seconds and only managed because—oh shit! Her client was at her house. God, she only hoped she truly hadn’t made a stain on her skirt because she was aching, aroused to the point of pain, and really didn’t want to do more than tell the guy to leave, then go and masturbate for the rest of the evening.

She was truly pathetic. Taking a deep breath, she clenched her hands around the steering wheel and groaned, sounding like Russell.

Mr Daffie drove a big white Dodge pickup with an extended cab. Clean, white, and parked where Russell always parked.

Cutting her engine, she sighed and gathered her sketches, resigned to meeting Mr Daffie. And, since the man was here, she had no choice. A broad-shouldered, tall man in a black Stetson stood waiting, his truck door half open until she pulled up. Then he shut the door and turned with an odd expression, almost a grin but more like a smirk. Dressed in a light blue button-down like Russ sometimes wore, jeans, and a belt, he looked a great deal like most of the other men she’d seen around town, only he was tanned—unnaturally so—and looked…off. Too slick, perhaps?

She pasted a pleasant look on her face before she shimmied down out of her too-tall truck and tugged her skirt into place. He grinned wider and waved. Yeah, like she hadn’t seen him? She waved back and fixed her suit jacket and gathered her things.

“Hey, I’m Lance Daffie. You must be Susan Fielding, right? I hope so, or I’ve got the wrong house.”

She couldn’t shake off her unease about the guy, but held her hand out and took his in a firm shake. “Yep, that’s me. You needed to see my specs, right? Come on in, I just got back from Spokane and Mr Bishop mentioned you again today.” He’d actually set this up for her on Monday, but Mr Daffie had changed it to today, thus her rush back from Spokane.

“Great. Glad you could rearrange things to meet today. Want some help with that?”

“No, I’ve got it.”

She unlocked the front door, punched in her code Russell’s buddies had set up for her, and waited until it beeped green before waving her client in.

“Nice security.”

She frowned over at him as he checked the security out. Men and security systems, they were both odd.

“Thanks. My…”—Boyfriend? Lover?—“…friend hooked me up with some guys who installed it.”

He raised a blond brow. No doubt he’d not missed her stumble, but he didn’t say anything. Still, something about him was off. His teeth were too white and his skin looked tanned. As in, by a tanning bed. And something about him made her…nervous.

“Maybe I could get their names. I need something at my place. Can never be too sure with these things.”

These things? She must have looked sceptical, because he looked away a little self-consciously and moved to the table, taking his hat off to reveal blond hair that looked sun-bleached. Maybe even bottled.

“Never can be too secure.”

She didn’t know what to say, so she cleared a space for the sketches. “Ah, well, that’s true.”

“You’re not from here, are you?”

Glancing up, she paused and tilted her head. How did people know that? “No, I’m new. From New York.”

His blue eyes lit up and he looked impressed. “What part? Upstate or the city?”

“Upstate,” she lied. She was getting good at that, because his grin deepened. He had dimples, and was really handsome in a too-polished way. But, still, something about him wasn’t right. Not right in a way that was making her a bit nervous.

After eyeing her speculatively, he glanced down at the sketches and was instantly involved in her work. “Amazing. Wow, this is amazing work…”

“Ah, I’ll be right back. Sit—please, sit—I have to freshen up.” Change her panties, she was certain. And not think of Russell. And she really didn’t want to be alone with this guy suddenly.

He glanced up, nodded, then sat, already sifting through the papers on her table. She felt a tiny bit better as he settled down—a tiny bubble of happiness at his reaction to her work. Her dad had always loved to see drawings before she allowed anyone else near them. She shrugged off her odd feeling. It was probably having another man here.

Her bedroom gave her a relief from the guy. Even the empty bed looked welcoming. She’d got dark brown satin sheets in Spokane, and even painted the walls in here to be a softer, warmer masculine tone. A rich burnt cinnamon showcased the bed and the dark wood of the doors and windows. It looked sexy and cosy. And she couldn’t wait for Russell to be all over those sheets.

Sighing, she cleaned her face and hands, hurriedly changed into a pair of French-cut black lace panties, fixed her thigh-highs and adjusted her skirt. She glanced at her makeup once and traced the faint white line of her scar. It was dulling out a bit more each day. She ran her fingertips over it lightly, thinking of how often Russ had pressed his lips there. Even in the middle of complete meltdown, he seemed to find that mark.

God, she could not go ten seconds without thinking of him.

And, if he was lucky, she might let him out of that bed after a few days. No more roundups, she was going to say, but froze. No more roundups? Who was she to say that? God, Lacey, get your act together.

Frowning at herself in the mirror, she didn’t miss the way her face lit up when she thought of Russell, let alone how it softened at the thought of his rough hands on her skin. She cut the lights and headed back into the living room. There wasn’t really much she could do about it. She’d faced how much she missed Russell that first night.

She needed to talk to Mandy. She needed a girlfriend. One that wasn’t here and involved with his best friend, and, heck, she couldn’t call Mandy out of the blue, especially when her friend probably thought her dead. Even her dad would have given her some insight into what the heck was going on.

Russ had to bite his back teeth to keep his erection from nearly spilling down his jeans. He was so hot his jeans felt like some kind of torture device. His cock was strangled, ready to blow, his balls were on fire and there was only one thing keeping him from pulling his truck over and handling himself. He was three minutes from being inside Susan.

Licking his lips, he grimaced as he shifted down. It hurt. His dick was throbbing, wondering what was up. First there’d been days of sex like he’d never dreamed, then nothing. Not even a hand job. He was in agony every night but he’d be damned if he’d have let any of the men know he was so desperate for Susan he was jacking off. Eagle had smirked at him, but the man had no room to talk since he was sporting an erection over missing his woman, too.

Russell had stopped at the ranch for less than an hour after they’d had the cattle all accounted for. He’d showered, shaved and changed in record time. Now, he was practically breaking the sound barrier on the dirt road, trying to get to Susan’s house. He’d slowed once, but only because he’d nearly run over old Mac Carter in his rusty old Chevy, but Susan was going to be ready for him. He knew it. Knew she’d missed him. Knew she was waiting for him right now. He’d told her he’d be longer, but he knew she knew he’d be at her place before sundown. And he wanted her wet, hot and missing him as bad as he was missing her.

His cock jerked, swelled, had no place to go in his Wranglers, and he grimaced. He needed hot and hard. Then he’d consider taking Susan a million other ways. Just thinking of other ways had his jaw clenching again. He wanted her mouth. He wanted to dominate and control her in ways he’d never considered before. Sex was sex. Not with Susan. He needed something more from her.

This was Susan, though. Teasing, soft, warm Susan, and he wanted to show her a part of himself he’d never allowed any other woman to see. Would she like his fantasies?

She’d like them. She was curious, adventurous and too willing and eager to explore. And he wanted to explore. He wanted much more than to explore. Fuck it, he wanted to claim her. He wanted to let her know she was his in the most basic, elemental way a man could, because he was still feeling something wasn’t right. Something wasn’t as it should be.

He was falling, and falling deep. She was such a breath of sunshine. Even when she was quiet, she hummed with happiness—not out loud, but inside. Like a ray of light. And damn if he didn’t like her little teasing ways. And her smile. And how smart she was. She was strong, too. Such a tiny thing, but strong. He’d seen that the first day. Freezing on the side of the road and looking a bit scared, she was still brave enough to face down two strangers. Or plain stubborn enough.

And stubborn she was. She would give him a run. She wasn’t all out crazy like Katya, but she was sneaky and blindsided a man. That teasing little look after he’d paddled her ass? Then her quick smack on his ass? He’d died and gone to heaven and was on his way there again as soon as he could park the truck and rip her clothes off.

His blood chilled at the sight of a truck parked in her driveway. He didn’t miss the signs that the truck belonged to another man. Men had a way with their trucks women didn’t. White, neat, gun rack, dust on it, hay coming off the tailgate where it was closed. Familiar, but he couldn’t place it.

And there went his erection. Harder if possible. Tighter. Possession and jealousy warred with anger. Lust and something close to murder. He’d never felt this way before outside of a fire-fight. He’d never wanted to lay claim to a woman so much that she’d never look at another. Never wanted one so bad that he’d willingly kill for her, until Susan.

He fisted his hands on the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white, then slowly, one by one, let his fingers up from the death grip. He concentrated on breathing and glared at the truck again. Why? Who? And what the fuck?

He was out of the truck and at her door before he’d even realised it. He slammed the door open and there they were. His vision constricted to Susan. Susan, dressed in a short skirt that hugged her ass and cupped the flesh he suddenly wanted to spread, fill, pound into, take and claim. In high heels, black silk stockings, creamy silk blouse and her dark hair down her back, she looked like a sexy office Goddess.

She jumped, grabbed the table, her blue eyes widening in surprise. Then she gave him a look like he’d lost his fucking mind. Maybe he had.

“Who the fuck is that?” he demanded, not taking his eyes off her.

She narrowed her blue eyes to pure, pissed off warning slits.

His erection, already impossibly swollen, pulsed painfully. His body rushed to a dangerous level of arousal. She was going to fight him. Holy hell, he wanted that. Wanted her wet and wild, and demanding more from him, at the same time that he demanded more from her. He was in bad, wasn’t he?

“Russell Ryland, what kind of hello is that?” she demanded, hands on hips. She looked like some kind of enraged sex kitten. Pale silk blouse and, yeah, he could see the lace of her bra under that shirt, and her tight skirt, dark hose and those high heels were killers. Did she have no clue how sexy she looked? And she had a man in here with her. Alone.

“I asked you a question.”

“No.” She shook her head and a smile played at her lips—a tense, angry smile that would have set off warning bells, if all his blood wasn’t now pumping below the belt. Arms crossed, fingers doing that little dance, she glared up at him. “No, you didn’t.”

“Susan.”

The guy shifted, earned a quick, cold look that’d stopped men much tougher than this sunburnt bastard in their tracks. The bastard was big. Not as tall as Russell, but nearly. Broad shoulders, fit-looking, but with something off in his pale eyes.

“Yeah, right. Hey, listen, you two, I’m Lance, Mr Ryland, I’ll—”

Susan stepped over, still giving Russell that frown, as if that would keep him in line. She reached out and stopped the guy with a hand on his arm. She had no idea what Russell wanted to do to her for touching the guy. Hell, he didn’t even know.

“No! No, you won’t Lance. You sit right back down; we’re not done with those specs.” She barely gave the blond-haired guy any notice. “Listen, Major, I’m not quite sure what Wild West movie you hopped out of—”

“Listen, I’ve got what I needed, Susan. Thanks. I’ll call you when I get a chance to see these specs.” Glancing at his watch, the guy grimaced. “I got to run anyway. Mr Ryland, Susan.”

With that, the bastard gathered up his papers and hit the door. The lock clicking into place was the only sound that filled the suddenly quiet house.

“Russell, I can’t believe—”

He didn’t even bother to listen.

He had her arm and was halfway down the hall before she could open her mouth. He had Susan up against the closed bedroom door before whatever she was going to say could stop him.

She was not happy. And that was an understatement. His balls clenched, burned, and his dick jerked at how much that turned him on. This woman—this tiny, delicate little thing—might very well be able to stand up to him. She was glaring, breathless, and was all but meeting him toe to toe about his behaviour. And, yeah, her attitude was turning him the hell on. But coming home to another man in his—

All of a sudden, it hit him. This wasn’t his house. He didn’t even know if she was his woman.

Her sunburst scar appeared white against her flushed face. Yeah, she was pissed off. He had a sinking feeling, now that the adrenaline was subsiding, that the bastard might have said ‘specs’. As in house plans. He’d glimpsed the drawings, the paper drafters she’d used, spread on the table.

But he’d also seen something else. Susan’s nipples had been tight under her blouse. It soothed him somewhat to see they were harder now. Her breathing was erratic, and if he pushed her too-tiny skirt up over that luscious ass he was sure she’d be wet. But for what? The bleach-blond pansy?

Or him?

“You have three seconds to tell me what this is about, Russell, before I take out your plumbing.”

That should not have turned him on, especially when she shifted her knee in warning. He shoved his thigh between those silky legs and tried to calm down. He was jealous. He wasn’t just jealous, he was nearly battle-ready. And so sexed up, his dick was demanding out.

“Who was the guy?”

“One.”

Oh, yeah. She wanted a fight. He could see it.

“You wear this for him?” He ran one hand up her silky stockings to her ass and discovered she was wearing a lacy thong and thigh-high stockings. Thigh-highs. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Had he ever been with a woman this sexy? Hell, no. “I don’t like other guys here. Not with you. Not alone.”

She muttered something unflattering under her breath, but she wasn’t stopping his hand from cupping her ass. “Two.”

“Sweetheart, you do not want to test me right now,” he warned, shifting her thigh up so he could dig his erection against her pussy.

Her eyes darkened. She shrugged, lifting a brow mockingly at him, and licked her lips. Every ounce of him roared to claim her. Hell if he was holding back. His lips hit hers and took over. She didn’t fight, but she did rub that hot, tight little body over his. He had her legs around his waist in no time flat. She gripped his hair, tugging him down to devour his lips while she pressed and rubbed against him.

“Russell, you ass. I waited for you, and this is how—”

“Ah, baby, shhh.”

He shoved a hand between them and struggled to free his aching cock. When she went to say something else, he bit her, right on the jaw, sucking the spot and then taking her mouth again. His cock was so ready it was dripping pre-cum all over his fist. One more second and he ripped off her panties, and then he was inside the tightest, hottest pussy he’d ever known.

And she was wild.

She clawed, bit him, whimpered and licked, eating him up as he kept shoving in, thrusting to get deep. She was with him all the way. She was his. All his.

“This is mine, Susan. Fucking mine. Take it, baby, take it.”

“Oh, God, Russell… More, more…”

He groaned heavily into her mouth and thrust his tongue in, wanting to eat her alive. He gripped her ass in both hands and shoved her up against the door with his weight, shafting her so fast and deep he was going to come any second. His cock was on fire. He was lost to it, to her, to this woman, so badly he could barely hold back. He should be ashamed, shocked at his behaviour, but—thank fuck—Susan was just as hot. She met him with her own little thrusts, digging those heels in his ass, her nails in his shoulders as she kissed every inch of him she could reach. He ripped her silk blouse off, and buttons went flying as he jerked her lacy bra out of the way, freeing her plump breasts, and latched on to a stiff peak. Sweet flesh filled his mouth, and he sucked on her nipple so hard his body thought it was time to celebrate.

“Russell, you jerk! I missed you,” she whispered, panting, then locked her feet tighter around him, her heels bouncing on his ass as she arched in his arms like a cat. An agonised breath later, her pussy began milking his cock as she climaxed with a wail.

He strangled back a groan at how fucking perfect she was, and exploded. They kissed through it, holding each other’s sounds in as they crested and shuddered. He came in bursts, thick jets of semen creaming out of him as he shoved as deep as he could go into her, banging her against the door with each desperate jerk of his hips. It wasn’t enough, yet it was too much. His cock was wrapped in wet, tight Susan, and he was shuddering and biting her mouth at how good it felt. Holding her ass too tight in his hands, he filled her with as much of his cock as he could as she climaxed again.

The last shudder ripped through him, and he shoved up, burying himself to the balls. A groan rumbled up and out of him as a burst of pleasure rippled up his balls and down to his toes.

She was as breathless, and, thank fuck, she was rubbing her lips over his jaw and not beating his ass for bursting in her house, then dragging her off like some caveman and fucking her. He wasn’t even completely certain if she’d come twice or three times. She’d clenched so tightly around his cock he could still feel her shivering up and down his dick.

She’d been hot for him. Not that pansy. But still, he’d better do some quick talking or he might end up on his ass.

“Goddamn, your pussy is so fucking hot and tight. You were wet for me, baby.”

She lifted her head from where she’d been kissing his neck, as quickly as if he’d slapped her cute ass. She blew out a long breath against his cheek and glared at him.

Maybe that hadn’t been the right thing to say.

“Russell, I’ve been wet for you for four days! And then you pull this macho—”

He broke her off with a kiss, trying his damnedest not to laugh at her, scolding him while she was still wringing his cock with her little shivers. Just to show her who was in charge, he angled his hips and drove upwards, rocking her against the door, and let his hands cradle her perfect ass, tantalisingly close to her tiny rosebud entrance.

She moaned into his mouth and her pussy fluttered and clenched. God, he loved making her come. Fucking loved it. He sucked on her neck, leaving his mark on her pale skin. Slowly, he rocked into her, feeling her come off her orgasm in small, fluttering degrees around his cock. He was still as stiff as a baseball bat, willing and ready to take her to bed for the rest of the night. But first, he needed to set some ground rules.

Her head hit the door with a soft thud, and she reached out and cupped his face. “Russell, you were jealous.”

“Fuck that—”

“Russell, do you really want to deny it? Or cuss at me right now? Because, seriously, you were jealous and look what we’ve done. My client—yes, that’s right, my client—had to leave because of your macho, jealous act,” she told him.

He wanted to deny it, but she was right.

She blew out a breath that sounded like a disgruntled mutter of, “Men are such babies,” but he wasn’t quite certain so he let that one go.

A client. That was great. “You took the job?”

She rolled her eyes, shook her head and then leaned it on his shoulder with a sigh. Fuck, he could understand her frustration with him; he’d just fucked her up against a door. His dick was out of his jeans, he was fully clothed, and he was pulsing in her pussy. Her wet, tight, beautiful pussy that he was going to eat for days. When he backed off and his dick slid out, they both groaned. “Damn, you’re beautiful, Sunshine.”

“God, Russell, we’re terrible.”

He burst out laughing at her scandalised voice. He set her down, a hell of a lot more gently than he’d picked her up, and kissed her mouth. Not in apology, exactly, but close. Gently, he unclipped her bra and pulled it off her shoulders, revealing her soft, rounded breasts. Beautiful. She had red marks on her shoulders where the straps had pulled, and he brushed a kiss against the skin there. He’d been too rough. “I’m sorry, baby. I don’t share and I don’t like men in the house when I’m not here. Let’s make that a rule, all right?” He tucked her under his chin and held her. She fitted him.

“Russell, I took the job. And you ran off my first client! And I have to have clients out here. I work from home. Remember?” she whispered, narrowing her eyes up at him when he let her pull back enough to see her face. “Oh, Russell…” She glanced down at him tucking himself back in his jeans and sighed. “You are in so much trouble.”

He adjusted his dick so the head wasn’t getting rubbed raw and grinned up at her. She gave him a little smirk, which earned her a quick swat to her beautiful ass. “Baby, I’m not in trouble, but you damn well are. You need a spanking for letting some dick in your house. How the hell do you even know who he is?”

“Russell!”

“Not now.” He covered her lips with a finger and shook his head at her frown. “I have plans. My dick, your hot, tight little pussy and no air till fucking Thursday.”

Instead of jumping on board with that, she flushed a deeper pink and bit her lip, pulling her skirt down to hide those stockings and sweet creamy thighs.

Suddenly, two things crystallised in his lust-filled brain. She was bare. And she was glaring up at him. Had he hurt her? Pulling her close by her arm, he made her look up at him as he trailed a hand up her thigh and pressed her skirt up. Holy fuck. She was pink, creamy and wet with his release. He was on his knees without conscious thought.

“Holy fuck, baby. That’s so fucking beautiful. Did you do this for me?” His voice was hoarse. It sounded like he’d eaten desert dust, but this was the most erotic, pretty little thing he’d ever seen.

She made a soft whisper of a sound, shifting as if about to pull her skirt back and down, but he held her hands. A blush tinted her cheeks when he looked up. Fierce possessiveness flooded him. He leaned in and kissed her bare pussy, then sucked the soft skin. She held her breath. He could tell, because her lush breasts didn’t quiver. Moving her hands to her hips, he held them there and deliberately held her eyes as he began licking and devouring her with his mouth. She tasted so good, it was hard to slow down. Focusing on her, he licked every inch of her he could reach and savoured their combined tastes like a man starved, then pressed a kiss to her hip and leant back on his heels.

“Russell, oh God, you need… Mmm, you need to stop.”

She didn’t sound like she wanted him to stop, but he kissed her hip once more, clenching his jaw at how badly he wanted to spread her out and eat her, then pump his dick with his own hand until he came all over her pretty pink folds. Ah, God, he was losing it.

“For me?” he asked, rising from his crouch to nuzzle her pink cheeks.

She took a deep breath and patted her skirt into place nervously, then slowly looked up. When she did, her eyes were bright blue against her blush.

“Yes, you brat. For you, not that you deserve it. Now, I’ve got to go check that my client actually left, Russell.” She eased out of his arms, bent to pick up her shirt and pressed it over her breasts.

He grunted. “Don’t deserve it? I do, baby. I do. You have five minutes and I’m back in that sweet little candy-coated pussy, baby. Five minutes.”

“Huh, you think? What if I don’t want you inside my…candy-coated pussy?”

He moved in, not giving her a chance to escape and pinning her to the door again. Lowering his head, he caressed her ear with a long, slow lick. God, he loved how she challenged him.

“Oh, Sunshine, I’m going to spank you for that; you know that, don’t you? A nice little spanking, until your pretty ass is all pink and you’re screaming for me to let you come. You need that. A slow, long drive up to climax. It’ll rock your world, baby.” He felt her shiver in his arms. Her nipples dug into his shirt, caressing his chest and making his cock impossibly erect. “I’m going to make you beg, Sunshine.”

He leant back and cupped her face, kissing her nose, her cheeks, then her swollen mouth. He knew they both needed hot, mouth-to-mouth explosions, but he kept his touch light. She shivered again when he straightened to watch her.

She blinked once, then rolled her eyes.

“Ha, you think?” she asked, touching his chest with one slender finger. When he looked down, she suddenly caught him under the nose with that finger, grinning up at him with sparkling blue eyes. “Getting slow, Major, because if you think you’re spanking anyone, you must have hit your head. If anyone needs a spanking, it’s you.”

Ah, fuck. She was daring him. Challenging him. And now she was walking out the door with his cum still wetting her. Her ass swayed in a skirt tight enough to be a second skin. What was left of her blouse, she held over her breasts. And she wasn’t wearing any panties. His gaze dropped to the floor. Her black lace thong was torn in two at his feet, her matching bra near the bed. She was going to get a spanking tonight, and a whole lot more. She was going to be begging to come before he was done with her. The image of her pulsing with lust, aroused and wet, had him groaning.

He got his head out of his ass and followed her out in time to hear her muttering about him being a baby.

“Susan, you can’t let a guy you don’t know in the house.”

“A guy I don’t know? He was my client. I rushed back from town to meet him, Russell. That’s my work. I work from home, but sometimes I have to meet my clients.”

“Not alone. You shouldn’t meet them alone.”

“Huh.” She went to move around him, but he tugged her back and blinked down at her when she growled—actually growled up at him.

“I missed you.” He pulled her close, her smaller, softer body melting against him. God, she was so tiny. And so brave. “I didn’t like seeing another man here.” He wanted her at his place. Suddenly, he wanted her there, not here, there in his bed. “Come to the ranch tonight. I want you in my bed. Over and over, in my bed.”

“Russell…” Her breathless little murmur sent a shot of lust right to his dick.

“First, I need you a few more times, baby. It was a hard roundup. I was stiff as a baseball bat for days with no fucking relief. Thinking of you and wanting to jack off so bad it hurt. I missed you.”

She laughed and swatted his arm. “Russell, I swear, the things you say. Was that supposed to be a compliment?”

“Damn right.”

“Huh.” Susan shot him a calculating look and shook her head, looking more than a bit frustrated with him. “I missed you, too.”

“Yeah? I hoped so.”

She grinned wider and pulled him closer by his shirt. “You couldn’t tell, huh? Well, maybe I should show you, if you’re done being all jealous and macho.”

When he opened his mouth, she covered it with a finger and shook her head. “Nope, don’t even try it, mister. Now, I was hoping to have my own I miss you sex, so, if you are ready…” She trailed a finger down his chest to his jeans and he was ready, more than ready.

“Baby, I’m all yours.”

“Then get these clothes off. Later, maybe we’ll go to your bed. First, I want you here. Now.”

He liked that, her little orders. “Yeah? You want me? Strip for me, baby, and I’ll strip for you. Show me that pretty little bare pussy.”

She sucked in a ragged breath, her eyes shining so bright that he dipped down and kissed her neck before straightening again.

“You are so bad. You love to talk dirty, don’t you, Russell? I’ll have you know that waxing hurts like hell. I mean, really, really hurts. And I should—”

He grabbed her around the waist, pulling her close so he could cup both little butt cheeks. “Fuck me, baby, then scold me. I’ll kiss it better. Damn, I’ll kiss it better all night.”

He swallowed her reply with a kiss. She was hot, nearly ripping his T-shirt off, and he was no better. Fuck stripping—he wanted her now. He unzipped her skirt on the way to the bedroom, and tugged the shirt from her breasts along the way. Her nipples were tight little pink nubs that made him wild. Fuck, he wanted her from behind, watching her in a mirror as those mounds quivered and bounced with each firm thrust. “I need you hard. Hard and from behind baby, I want to watch you while I fuck you, watch you come, watch these beauties bounce while I cup your ass in my hands.”

“Oh, God, Russell, stop talking! Hurry. Now.” She nibbled at his skin. She sucked and licked every inch she could reach, trying to take him in with her mouth any way she could. “I want you. Now. Now.”

“Ah, fuck, baby. I’m going to fuck you so hard. Do you want that?”

When she raked her nails down his chest, he had his answer. Meeting his eyes, she whispered, “Oh, God, yes. Hard. Hard.”

He lowered her down on the bed, nice and slow, but she grabbed hold of his buckle and had his belt loose, and her fingers wrapped around his dick before he could do more than kiss her nipples. Toeing his boots off, he latched on to one firm peak and heard her heavy moans as soon as he did. He sucked harder. She liked him rough.

“Oh, Russell, God, you’re so huge and hot, darlin’.”

Darlin’. She made him want to do things he’d never dreamed of when she said that slow, sexy southern ‘darlin’’.

She drew him out from his jeans and he was lost. With a groan, he shoved into her warm palms. His eyes pinned on her delicate grip, amazed all over again how good she felt handling him. She rocked his world. Completely rocked his world.

“Stroke me, that’s it; stroke me. I could come like this. I could shoot out all over this pretty, bare pussy.”

She bit him on the nipple, sucking the spot tight in her mouth at the same time she drew her hands up his cock with a firm, slow pull. He nearly came, it was so good. God, he wanted that mouth on his dick the way it was on his chest. Susan dug her nails into his skin. She wiggled against him and started licking down his stomach.

“Mmm, you taste so good, Russell. Salty and spicy.”

Holy hell. Was she moving south? He wanted her to, wanted to feel her soft, warm lips on his erection so badly his palms started sweating.

“Suck me, baby, come on. Show me wild and suck me deep. Go down on me. Be wild for me.”

She shivered and her eyes sprang up to meet his, but she continued down his stomach to right above his groin. Sinking to the floor, she kept eye contact with him and pressed her back against the tall mattress so her breasts arched upward. It was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen in his life. He angled closer, pressing her back against the bed, and some kind of dominant instinct had him tipping her chin up and butting the head of his cock against her lips. He needed to take her mouth. Control the depth and speed of each stroke of his cock inside her pink, soft lips. Had he ever wanted such a thing? Not until her.

“I’ve jacked off thinking of you like this, on your knees, with my cock in your sweet mouth, Susan. Does that turn you on, baby? To know how much you turn me on?”

“Russell.”

The sound of her passion set his body on fire. “I’ve jacked off and come so damn long, thinking of you sucking me with those pink lips. Letting me control you this way.”

She gave him another soft moan, nibbled his stomach muscles and began licking her way down, making him tremble and clutch her hair in a fist. His other hand found the bed next to his hip and grabbed the covers. She’d tipped her head so he couldn’t see her and he wasn’t having any of that. He needed to know she wanted this, him, this way, because he was stepping out into new territory with her.

“Ah, baby, look at me.” He needed to watch her blue eyes while she allowed this, surrendered to him. This was beyond a blow job. Beyond the need to feel her lips on him, and he wanted to make certain she knew it. It was a surrender. More than her virginity, more than her willingness to have hard, fast sex up against a wall, he needed this: her on her knees, trusting him while he took her mouth.

“You want me to watch you, while I…suck on you?”

She was shy, hesitant, but bold. There was a challenge there, in her eyes, and she knew—hell, he hoped she always knew—this was all her decision.

“Only if you want to blow my mind, baby.”

“Russell.” She tightened her hand on his dick and slid it down to the base, then back up, her eyes pinned on his. “Mmm, you want that, and me, here on my knees?”

“Damn straight, Sunshine. I want that and much more. It’ll make you burn, baby.” He was tired of fighting this—hell, he hadn’t since the first time, he knew that—but part of him had felt he ought to fight his desire to dominate her. Not anymore. Not after her orgasms from earlier, when they’d had that small fight.

She liked it. She liked his aggression, his control. But she had control, too, and she knew it. He knew it, saw it there in her eyes, and while this was something he’d been fantasising about doing with her, if he saw that blaze dim, he’d switch gears without a worry. This was…hot, but he wanted to share everything he’d ever wanted from sex with her. And he wanted her to like it, too. Looking into her eyes he knew she liked it. One brow quirked up and her lips slanted upwards in a smile. Hell, yeah, did she like it.

She was giving him that teasing little look—not smiling, but it was there, lingering in her eyes as she stroked him. She trusted him. Trusted him to give her pleasure, give them both pleasure, but her, first and foremost. And he was going to give it to her, make her so hot she orgasmed right along with him.

“I’m not certain you deserve this, Russell Ryland.” Hunger, need and passion filled her expression. Hunger, more than anything else. She was hot, on fire for him, all of him.

“Ah, baby. I’m sure I don’t. But I’m going to make you burn. Burn so hot you’re going to fly by the time we’re done here. Open that pretty mouth and suck my cock, Susan. Come on, baby.”

Her eyes narrowed at his language, but her colour had deepened, and he knew he had her. Knew, suddenly, she wanted it dark. Wanted him. All of him, not just the soft loving, but his demands, too. He thought it might turn her on how turned on he was, and he hoped so, because this was just one of a million things he wanted them to try.

She leant forward and kissed the flared, sensitive hood, making his dick jerk up until he wrapped his hand around the base. She licked the swollen head again, making him groan, before she opened her lips around the head of his cock and slowly took him in. After only a second of sucking on his cock head, her hands came up and gripped his shaft tight. It felt so good he had to cover her hand with his to stop her, otherwise embarrass himself by coming too soon. She made a soft sound of protest and pushed his hands off. Goddamn, that was hot. She latched on, taking in a bit more, and sucked hard enough to have him panting. He had to clench his fist in her hair and let her wet mouth drive him insane. When she tucked her tongue under the head of his cock and hit that spot, his eyes rolled back in his head. She sucked downward, rubbing against his shaft on the way, and began slowly slipping up and down his length. Each time she sucked downward, she tried to take more. She looked beautiful with her cheeks hollowing out and her lips opening and closing over his cock. Ah, Jesus, of course she would look beautiful.

She was going to kill him with this. He was already bursting to come. Her mouth was hot, velvety and felt so good he wasn’t going to last.

A burst of pre-cum spilled down his cock when she stopped her up and down movements of her mouth and concentrated on a spot under the head of his cock that made his eyes cross.

Slowly, she slid off and licked her lips. Her eyes met his and he gritted his jaw.

“Mmm, you taste spicy. I like it.”

“Holy hell.” Did he say that out loud? Fuck, he had, and his voice sounded strangled.

She glanced up at him, a soft sexy expression that rocked him on his heels. She opened her mouth slowly and flicked her pink tongue out once, to torture him with a long, slow lick when he wanted deep, wet penetration. Without warning, she leant forward and ran her lips down his dick, taking him deeper than ever.

Russell nearly swallowed his tongue. He strangled on a cry. Hell, hell, hell. She didn’t blow him—Susan made love to every inch of him.

He had to fist the blankets on her bed to keep from hauling her down his cock and plunging into her mouth roughly until he exploded. Susan purred along the length of him on her upward pass, then rubbed her lips and tongue on that spot she’d found until he had to beat his fist on the bed to keep from coming. Holy shit.

“You like?”

“Fuck, yeah. Oh, yeah.” She latched on again and slid her hands up and down where her mouth had wetted his cock. His eyes slammed shut, then he jerked them open again, unwilling to miss a minute of this. She wasn’t like some pro—not that he’d know what one was like—but she loved every inch of him and when he made a sound or jerked or whimpered, she did whatever she’d done again. And again, and again. When she discovered he liked his balls licked, he about died.

He wasn’t going to last. “I’m not gonna make it much longer, baby. Back off so I don’t spill in your mouth.”

She pulled away from sucking on one of his balls, slowly releasing him with a soft popping sound. “I want to taste you. You taste me.”

His mind went blank. Time seemed to stall as they simply stared at each other. When he was about to deny her, she decided matters for herself. She opened her mouth slowly and slid down his length until he felt the back of her throat. Suddenly desperate, he grabbed a handful of dark silky hair with one hand and held her, still afraid he just might shove in too far and hurt her.

“Hold your mouth there. Rub your tongue right there. God, yeah! Fuck, yeah, ah, fuck.” Pleasure swamped him. Keeping hold of her hair, he guided his dick in and out of heaven. On her knees, she tipped her head, allowing more of his cock to ease inside her wet mouth.

“Trust me, baby. Take me, a little more, ah, God, just like that.” She rubbed her tongue all over the head, sweeping fast licks under the hood and he shoved in, hearing her moan and feeling her press herself against his leg. She was wet. The sensations and vision of her loving his cock with her mouth had him crazed. She was going to come with him, he thought, and the mere idea of her climaxing from sucking his cock dry nearly did him in. He could feel his orgasm building.

“Fuck, right there. Right there. Suck me, baby. That’s it, my wild baby, suck me good. Right there. Ah, God, come for me. Come on my leg, baby. Ride me.” He pressed his shin against her wet mound.

She rubbed herself tighter to his leg and started rubbing against him, while her hands and mouth drove him insane. Sensory overload. He lost it. Completely lost it. His cock was plunging in too deep but she was wild, loving it, lost to him, and he was lost to her. His balls drew up, tingled, and blazed with the need to come. “So good, so fucking good. Coming, baby. Suck it down. Swallow it.” Unable to stop himself, he shoved against that wicked tongue. His climax burst along his body like a runaway train. All he could feel was his body tensing and exploding in pleasure as she sucked and swallowed, deepening the sensations for him until he thought his head might explode.

“Ah, fuck, yeah, that’s my wild girl. So good. You feel so good.”

She dug her nails into his thighs, trembling against his leg. A groan dragged out of him. His body tensed once more, gushing another blast of cum against her tongue. He could barely stay upright, but he locked his knees and pulled her off his cock and up against him, frantically kissing her swollen lips. He tasted himself, but the flavour mixed with hers and caused a shot of lust to blossom in his chest.

“Russell.” Her voice sounded dreamy. Hot. Sated. Happy.

“Damn, baby, that was—” He broke off when she circled his neck and covered his mouth with her hand.

“Russell—dirty, sexy talk is one thing, but cussing all the time?”

He couldn’t have stopped the laugh if he’d tried. Miss Prim and Proper, all of a sudden, when just moments ago she’d nearly blinded him from the blow job she’d given him.

“Baby, you have no idea how dirty I can get.”

“Ohh—I like it when you get dirty, Russell. I like you wild. Just not jealous.”

Rearing up, he gave her the look that deserved. Pure male arrogance. “I wasn’t jealous, because you’re smart enough not to give me a reason to be.”

Her swollen lips tugged up in that smile he loved. Blue eyes danced, and he knew she was going to challenge that dumbass statement. “Ohh—Russell, you’re so manly when you threaten me like that.”

Hell. Her sing-song little teasing voice was going to get her spanked, and hell if she wouldn’t like it, too. He pulled her tight and picked her up, tossing her down on the bed and landing on top of her before she could react. He covered her surprised smile with more kisses. She wrapped her legs around him, but he reached around and gave her a light spank that made her eyes widen.

“Oh, Russell, is that all you can do?”

“Baby, you want me to spank you? Be very sure, sweetheart, because once I get started you’re going to be begging for me to let you come, begging for release from the high I’ll take you to.”

One pretty little brow rose in challenge. His dick, of course, swelled to full steam. And how fucking much cum did one man possess?

“Is that a threat? Or a promise?” She rubbed noses with him.

Leaning down, he held himself up with one hand near her head and kissed a path over her flushed cheeks to her lips. “Ah, God, I want you in my bed. I want you so damn bad in my bed.”

“Why your bed?” She rubbed her lips over the bristles on his jaw before placing wet little kisses on his neck. She bit him along the cords of his neck, sucking the spot lightly before moving up to lick his throat and behind his ear. All the while, her breasts were pressed into his chest and her long, silk-encased legs were rubbing his sides. Could a man die from such fantasies come to life?

Shifting her, Russell pushed inside with a long, deep drive of his hips. They both groaned.

“Russell, you’re so thick and big. I can feel you so deep. Feel you pulsing,” she whispered, her voice husky and hot. “Deep inside—it’s like you’re touching my soul.”

That did things to him. Her soul. “I can’t get enough of you, Susan. It’s not this,”—he pressed himself deeper—“not only this. I want much more, Susan.”

She froze and wouldn’t meet his eyes. Something in his chest tightened. She slowly traced her fingers over his skin, her body suddenly a lot more tense. Pulling back, he watched her avoiding his eyes and tried to see if what he’d said had caused her to clam up. Susan was difficult to crack and sometimes, like now, he wished he could read her mind.

“More? What kind of more?” she asked softly. Almost whispered. Did she sound hopeful?

He brushed her hair back with a hand and wrapped a long lock of it around his fist, tugging until she was closer and looking at him.

“Can’t you tell? I want you. You. I marked you, didn’t I?” He traced the dark pink strawberry he’d left on her neck, loving that his mark was there for all to see. When he looked up at her face, she frowned at him.

“Marked me? I’m not a cow, Russell—you know, that you brand.”

He laughed. “No, baby, you’re not. But I’ve been dying these last four days. And not just for this.” He shoved up, holding her curvy hips in place so he could seat himself more firmly in her core. He rolled onto his back, and her eyes shuttered to half-mast. The tension in her body melted under his hands. Ah, she liked that. Her breasts were heavy, swollen and dark pink-tipped from him sucking them. He lifted his shoulder off the bed and licked around one swollen nipple. “I want this. All of it.” Smoothing his hand up her hip, he lingered over her tiny waist before moving on to cup her breast. She smiled and lifted her chest, giving him more to hold on to. Damn. The little valley between her breasts was so perfect. He licked along the seam before separating the plump mounds and kissing the middle of her chest. Her heart. He wanted that, but he couldn’t tell her that yet. Not yet.

“Not this?” She moved up, resting her hands on his chest and lifted up on his cock, then slowly pressed back down. “Not that?”

“Yeah, that. All of it. But you too, Sunshine. I’m not in for the quick lay, baby. Neither are you,” he added, thrusting up, giving her all of him to the hilt.

She sucked in a breath, and her breasts quivered. Her inner sheath was so wet, now, from his cum, it was finally easier to sink in. Still tight, still so tight, but so silky wet he was nearing orgasm again already. “Watch us. Watch me fill you. Watch yourself fuck me.”

“Make love, Russell. You fuck, I make love.” Her eyes darkened and she looked down, tilting her head to watch his cock spread her bare pussy for his possession. Dark hair swept over her shoulder and feathered against his skin. A rush of lust detonated in his stomach, spreading out to every inch of his body until his hair stood on end.

“Fuck, Susan, yeah, make love to me, baby.” His dick was wet with her juice, the veins bulging thick under the skin, and with each downward stroke she spread wider for him. It was turning him on even more knowing she watched.

“Oh, Russell… It’s… You’re so sexy,” she whispered.

His heart swelled too big for his chest. “Oh, hell, baby, you’re sexy, Goddamn killing me sexy.” His voice was so husky he sounded like he’d swallowed glass.

She shivered around his cock. She was close to coming, he knew it, felt her channel tighten, and his balls drew up tight. He fisted his hand until it cracked, the pain enough to hold back the need to take over until they both were drained. Susan was hot and tight and taking him so slowly he was going to die. But, God, he was going to enjoy it, because she was. He could feel the gush of her moisture as she watched. Her nipples tightened to pink points and her breathing turned erratic, her ribs showing with each indrawn, rapid breath. The pulse in her throat drew his attention and he lost himself to watching the flow under the delicate skin of her neck.

“God, Russell, you’re so big, so many muscles. I want to lick every inch of you. Lick every muscle, bite down on them and hear you make that low groan.”

He felt a rush of pre-cum wet his cock at her words. “Baby, you can do whatever you want to me. Anything at all.”

“Oh, Russell… How, how do you fit me so good?” She moaned the last word as she rocked her hips down, encasing him fully in her tight, wet heat.

Ah, God, he was going to come if she kept that up. Her voice was barely above a whisper, but husky and sexy and sweet. She was lost in her arousal, so lost she was dipping forward and sucking on his chest, forcing him to take over.

He did. He gripped her hips and lunged up with such force that she tossed her head back and gasped. That was all it took. His body seemed to guide him, thrusting urgently up, rubbing his pelvic bone over her little bud each time. Pleasure rushed him, flooded him with a frantic need to fuck her deep and hard. She needed to come, because he was holding on by his fingernails. When she began to shudder, he knew he’d hit her just right. Her teeth grazed his as she began sobbing and begging for more.

A groan burst free from his throat. The agony of erotic pleasure was too much. He pulled her hips tighter to his and gave her short, firm strokes of his cock, over and over.

“Russell! Please, again, again.”

He brought his hand down, knowing what she wanted. One heavy caress on her lush ass, a deep, firmly placed thrust of his cock, and she sobbed out his name. He did it again and again. She began to tremble first, shivering around him as he increased his rhythm, dragging her pleasure out longer and higher until she drove back with her hips. Her nails scored his chest; her cries filled the air in between each little spank he landed on her lush ass.

“Ah, baby, come for me. Take it, take it. I’m going to come for you, Susan. For you.”

She clenched almost before his words were out of his mouth. Softly crying into his shoulder. She trembled against him and what power he had to hold back was ripped away like a Kleenex in a gale. Grabbing her hips, he pinned her in place and wildly thrust until his semen spurted in long, intense shots. Her muffled cry of his name signalled another climax rippling through her, but he was so far gone all he could do was hold her tight and gasp for air. When the world slowly surfaced, he found himself somehow on top of her, her legs tangled up with his as he collapsed.

“Aw, fuck, baby…” He could barely manage to roll to the side and gather her close. She flung an arm over his chest, breathless and smiling. “Wild man.”

He grinned. He was, for her. And fuck, she was wild as well. A man could die happy. He’d never known a woman like Susan existed. If he had? He’d have looked for her instead of rolling with the times, drifting through his life, the missions, the pain. The endless emptiness.

“I missed you, Russell,” she murmured, so softly he barely heard her. But he did. Something tight eased in his chest. Loosened and warmed at her words.

“I guess I might have missed you a bit, too.” He grunted a laugh when she smacked his chest, then rubbed the spot with her soft lips.

“Brat.”

He loved it when she gave him that ire-filled, feminine snort and a smack. He’d never allowed a woman—or man, that was for damn sure—to hit him, but this was different. It wasn’t painful. She did it to tease him, because one thing he’d learned watching Susan was that she knew he was dominant, knew he was aggressive and relished harassing him because of it.

He should be upset. Worried, even. Instead he was getting deeper and deeper. He’d realised something on that roundup. He wanted Susan, not because she was beautiful, funny as hell, intelligent and made his dick hard enough to break concrete. He wanted Susan because she stood up to him in all his not-so-golden moments.

He was a man. Add to that he was used to getting what he wanted, and telling everyone else what to do in order to get what he wanted, and yeah, he’d be tough for any woman to handle. He knew he couldn’t order a woman around, but if he didn’t have one telling him not to, well, he’d most likely scare the hell out of her. Because, yeah, basically he wanted someone who would tell him he was being an ass, argue with him, and then make up afterwards with some hot and heavy sex.

Like they had.

Against a wall, and still going strong.

“Witch.”

“Wild man.”