His Wicked Mouth

by Jessica Mills

  Sliding my hand down his chest, my palm found his cock and I wrapped my fingers around it. He was warm, thick, and hard. I reveled in the feeling of his stiffness in my grip and I stroked him, eliciting a groan of pleasure that went directly from his mouth to mine. Now it was my turn, and I reached for the blanket and pulled it over me as I made my way down his chest with my mouth.

  I reached his cock faster than I intended as my body seemed to have no patience for playing around. My tongue swept around him, then up the underside of his staff, swirling when it got to the head and tasting the sweet, sticky fluid that gathered there. Then I plunged down until I felt him brush the edge of my throat. I held myself there as he bucked in my grip, the intensity of the sensation of my lips pressed around his hard cock too much to bear. I stroked him toward my mouth and rose up before diving back down again, this time going farther, taking him deeper into my throat.

  Choking on him, I brought him out of my lips and stroked him quickly, noticing he too had an opening in the blanket where he watched me pleasure him. I smiled and drew my tongue along his balls, taking one in and sucking on it for a moment as I continued to work him with my hand. He groaned so deeply, it vibrated in my lips and I grinned.

  “Keep stroking,” he grunted and I took the instruction. My speed increased and I curled up between his legs, pressing my body against his. I slid his cock between my breasts and then pressed them together over him. He moaned and I let my tongue flicker out to catch his head every time I went down.

  Then I took him deeply in my mouth again, and his hand slid behind me to push me down farther. I relaxed my throat as best I could and he slid down until I was nearly at the base before I pulled up. His moans were increasing and I knew he was close. But I wanted to drive him over the edge.

  I gripped his staff with my hand, letting the other reach below to massage him underneath, and I bobbed up and down on him, moving my head in circular motions to give him as much stimulation as possible. One hand reached for my shoulder and his groaning was getting louder, more insistent.

  “I’m going to come,” he groaned.

  I began to stroke him faster, taking him onto my tongue and sliding it left and right on the underneath of his head. A deep, primal roar rattled from his chest and he exploded.

  I took it down my throat. He shook in my grip and I felt my core light up as I reveled in my ability to make him reach such an intense level of pleasure. He jerked and rocked as he came, and I swallowed it, not letting a drop waste. Then I slid my lips from him, continuing to stroke him as I made my way up his chest. I expected him to be spent, but he suddenly rolled me to my back and settled between my legs.

  “Again?” I asked, giggling.

  He nodded, pressed the head to my opening, and stuck his thumb in his mouth to wet it before bringing it down to my clit. He didn’t need to, I was already soaked and ready for him, but as the pad of his thumb pressed into the pearl at my center, I felt the arousal increase tenfold. Then, he rocked back and slammed his cock deep inside me.

  All I could focus on were the stars above me as our naked bodies stayed locked in position for the moment. His cock was throbbing and stiff and my pussy stretched and formed around it, creating the space he needed inside me. The space he would always have.

  I spread my legs wide to take him in and he took hold of the tops of my thighs as he rocked back and then forward again, using me to give him momentum. I cried out as he drove his cock into me, impossibly large and filling, and making me close my eyes to focus on relaxing so the pain would meld with the pleasure.

  His strong sure hands lifted my legs and rested my ankles on his shoulders, then moved to my breasts. He kneaded into them as he groaned and began a slow rhythm of fucking me. I let my hands rest above my head, and slowly, my body relaxed and fell into the pattern, the motion of his body penetrating mine, filling me, loving me, exalting me.

  I watched his eyes as they moved from my face to my bouncing breasts in his hands and then down to where his cock slid in and out of my soft mound. Occasionally, he would slide all the way out and then let it slip through the folds until the head brushed across my clit. Then he turned me sideways and folded my legs together so my knees pushed into my chest.

  In the new position, he hovered over me, curling until his lips reached my earlobes. He began to pound into me, and the angle hit new areas of my body, and it combined with the erotic sensation of his breath on the crook of my neck. I could feel another powerful orgasm coming, and I reached down to fill my hand with his rock-hard ass. I pulled him harder into me, and with each thrust, his intensity increased, his grunting became louder, and his cock seemed to fill me more.

  My voice rose in yips, each one louder, higher than the ones before. I could feel the wave of an earth-shaking climax about to crash around me, and when one of his hands slid up to hold my free wrist down, his tongue sliding across the front of my throat, my hand on his ass, and his cock buried deep inside me, I released the tension. The world spun and my vision blurred as the climax took control, and I only faintly heard the roar above me as Garrett reached one at the same time.

  He exploded into me, spilling the last of his essence in me in a massive wave, and my body gladly took it in. He held himself there, deep inside me as our lips crushed into one another, and then he crumbled to the ground beside me. I pulled the blanket up over our sweating bodies and folded it at our stomachs as I curled into his arm. As we panted and wiped the sweat from our brows, we looked up at the stars and the endless perfect night.

  Chapter 39

  Garrett

  “It’s a damned miracle, is what it is,” Colt said as we gathered in the living room. Bodies piled around as we all made for him, causing him to yell out at us to stop. But we were not to be denied. The brothers were going to have a big group hug with him in the center whether he liked it or not.

  Laughing and tussling his way out of the huddle, Colt struggled to get to the kitchen.

  “You’ve been on circuit for damn ever, and you can’t even give your prodigal brother a hug?” I teased as he made his way to the sink and grabbed a glass.

  “Y’all are too much,” he said, grabbing the whiskey out of the liquor cabinet. “But this certainly calls for a drink, though.”

  “I second that,” Boone said, walking into the kitchen. The jovial, if quiet brother clapped me hard on the back as he walked by and sat at the dining-room table.

  “Here, I’ll get the other glasses,” Cassidy said as he went to the cabinet. “Everybody else get the hell out of the kitchen. Too many people, not enough floor space.”

  “Maybe we should ditch the island then,” Sawyer said, grinning.

  “You don’t touch my island,” Wade said threateningly. “It’s my favorite part of the whole damn kitchen.”

  “Who knew you’d turn out to cook so much?” Colt said, pouring the first of the drinks.

  “He doesn’t,” Clayton said, sticking his head in. “He just knows Gia won’t make him cinnamon rolls if she doesn’t have the space, and that’s where she rolls them out.”

  Sawyer laughed and rolled his eyes. “Everything’s always about his woman,” he said good-naturedly. He might tease Clayton about his beautiful partner, but everyone loved her. Especially her baking.

  “Well, he’s not wrong,” Wade said, and the chorus of laughter filled the room until we all made our way to the dining room.

  It was the first time in a very long time that all the brothers were in the same place at the same time. We were just happy to be under the same roof, but the addition of the whiskey added to it. We toasted and sat back to chat with each other for a while and sip on the dark, oaky liquid that Jesse’s girl, Shannon, bought for the house. She wasn’t much of a cook, but the girl had a good mind for the best drinks, and the aged cask whiskey went down smooth.

  I looked around the table at my brothers, all different and yet so much alike. I could see our father in each one of them. Especially Boone, who not only looked
a little like him but acted like him too. Or at least like what he was before Mom died. It brought a smile to my face rather than sadness though. In a way, I could see both my parents in all of them. I wondered how much they saw in me.

  Colt sidled up to the head of the table, but Cassidy was already there. They eyed each other for a minute before Cassidy grinned. He leaned back to look the increasingly famous rodeo cowboy in the face.

  “Is this it?” I said teasingly. “Is this the day Colt tests the old man?”

  Laughter filled the room and Colt shook his head, backing down from the silly confrontation. It was one we joked about often. Colt was always pushing to be the best, the top guy. But Cassidy was the oldest and undoubtedly the head of the family unit. It was always fun to tease Colt about when he was going to test Cassidy out, even though we all knew he never would. Though, if he did, I wasn’t so sure Cassidy would be able to put up much of a fight. I might have been known for fighting, but Colt was known for winning fights. It was an important distinction to make and one that I was very clear on with my various nights icing wounds while Colt moved along to another party.

  “That’s what I thought,” Cassidy said and grinned.

  “One day, old man,” Sawyer said and laughed. “I got ten bucks on Colt.”

  “Hell, I got ten bucks on Colt,” Cassidy said, getting a round of laughter from all of us.

  “So what’s happening with you and Annabelle?” Colt asked, getting right to the point. “I always thought Sawyer and her were going to end up having a white picket fence.”

  “I wasn’t interested in that with her,” Sawyer said. “Clearly, her taste in men isn’t too great, either.” I kicked him under the table, and he guffawed. “Well, it’s the truth!”

  “Play nice,” Cassidy said, warning us. “Otherwise, you two will be on dealer duty first.” Cassidy pulled out the playing card set from the cabinet behind him. It was tradition when the brothers all got together to play a few rounds of poker, and apparently, Cassidy wasn’t having us waste any time.

  “Seriously, though, how in the world did that happen?” Wade asked in his gruff but genial voice.

  The room got quiet, and I realized I wasn’t getting out of there without some explanation. Especially since I had now assaulted Sawyer and he wasn’t going to be giving me any help.

  “Well, I ran into her where I was staying by chance,” I started.

  “In Las Vegas,” Sawyer piped in.

  Colt turned a dead-eye stare to me. “You were in Vegas?”

  “Yeah, for a good bit there,” I said.

  “Dammit, Garrett,” he said. “I go to Vegas all the time for my competitions. How in the world did you not get in touch with me?”

  I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. I figured I might get hit with this question and I had to respond as honestly as I could, even though I knew it might piss him off.

  “To be honest, Colt, I wasn’t paying much attention to the world around me,” I said. “I was vaguely aware there were competitions going on nearby, but I was otherwise occupied.”

  “Getting drunk and gambling,” Clayton grumbled.

  “Yes, getting drunk and gambling,” I admitted. “I was not in a good place, and I kind of just wanted to run away from my own skin. I’m sorry I didn’t know you were in town, but at the same time, I’m kind of glad you didn’t see me like that.”

  Colt seemed to take it in and contemplate it for a moment before nodding. “Fair enough,” he said. “But you got yourself straight?”

  “As an arrow,” I said.

  “Good,” Sawyer said. “I’m going to hold you to that.”

  “I know,” I said. “But really, I feel like a different human being. Or rather, my old human being. I feel like I did before I started to lose myself, you know?”

  There was a general murmur of understanding around the table as Cassidy began to deal out the cards. Wade stood and filled everyone’s drinks, and I noticed his was a little more full than the others. Wade wasn’t one to get to talking too much. He was much better alone or with the animals than he was with other people. His temperament ranged from moody to sullen and back around again.

  “That Annabelle is a good girl,” Boone said. “Sawyer won’t be the only one to be mad at you if you screw that up.”

  I nodded. “I won’t.”

  “Anybody else tired of the yapping and want to play cards?” Wade asked.

  A chorus of affirmations met him and we began to play. The collection of pennies on the table, evenly distributed among us, was the only thing being gambled. Our games weren’t about winning money. They were about being together.

  A little while into the game, I scooted a little closer to Cassidy as we watched Wade and Colt battle it out as the last two holding a hand that round.

  “Hey, Cass,” I said, trying to keep my voice low, not only to not interrupt the game but also to not draw too much attention to our conversation.

  “Yeah?” he asked, his eyes still on the two brothers. He was looking for their tell. Cassidy fancied himself really good at reading people, but he was absolute crap for reading poker faces.

  “When I was locked up,” I said.

  “Locked up?” Colt said loudly.

  “It was nothing,” I said, trying to quell the sudden looks of my brothers. “I just beat up Roy Hayes a little.”

  “More like he beat you up a little,” Sawyer said. “Or so I heard.”

  “Enough of that,” Cassidy said, cutting him off as he laughed. “What about it?”

  “Well, when I was sitting there in the cell, I noticed Roy’s sister come in.” Cassidy noticeably bristled when I mentioned her. Not only was he bad at reading other people’s poker faces, but he had the worst one of all of us himself.

  “So?” he asked, but his voice wasn’t as strong as it had been.

  Sawyer and I glanced at each other briefly. Then I looked back at my big brother.

  “I heard them mention your name,” I said. “Whatever they were talking about was pretty animated, and I know for a fact I heard your name.”

  Cassidy waved his hand as if he were swatting away a fly. “Oh, I’m sure that’s nothing. They probably were just talking about how I was bound to come get you out.”

  “I don’t think so,” I said.

  Cassidy turned his eyes to me and locked with mine. “It was nothing, I’m sure,” he said with a tone of finality behind it.

  “Sure, sure,” I said, not believing him.

  Colt laid down his hand, losing miserably to Wade, who laughed and took the pennies from the table into his tiny hoard that he was building into what looked like a castle.

  “I’m not worried about Roy Hayes,” Cassidy continued as he gathered the cards and began to shuffle. “They are nothing but petty neighbors. If we mind our business, they’ll mind theirs.”

  The laughter in the room at such a statement seemed to put him aback, and Clayton poured himself and a few others of us another round.

  “Sounds like some wishful thinking, Cass,” Clayton said. “Real wishful.”

  I took my glass and drained most of it in one go. The night was still young and none of us had plans beyond this game. It felt good to be with all of them and enjoying some time without working or worrying about working. With Annabelle at home with her father and not expecting me to do anything more than call later on, I felt a peace like I hadn’t felt in a long time. Like everything was going to be okay.

  “So, you said you ran into her in Vegas?” Jesse asked. “Was she doing a showgirl routine? Or were you?”

  “Lay off, soldier,” I said, laughing. “How’s Shannon?”

  “Don’t you try to divert from the question by asking about my girl,” Jesse said. “We want to know about you and yours. Now, did she wear the big feather thing on her head and do the kick-line or was it more of a Siegfried and Roy thing?”

  “Get off my back,” I said, taking another deep swig of the whiskey. The words were coming up without the filter
of a fully sober mind, and I didn’t realize I was saying them until they were already out of my mouth. “I’m probably going to marry that girl.”

  There was a silence in the room as everyone stared at me, and I realized what I just said. Suddenly, Sawyer got up, picked up the empty whiskey bottle, and set it back down. He turned to the kitchen and started walking.

  “I need another,” he said.

  The rest of the boys laughed, and Clayton clapped me on the back.

  “Good for you, brother,” he said.

  I looked across from me to see Sawyer as he returned, pouring a large glass for himself and then topping off my own. He held his glass out to me and I stood to clink mine to his.

  “Yeah,” he said. “Seriously, good for you.”

  I grinned and took a long, deep drag of the excellent whiskey.

  “All right,” I said, taking the cards and shuffling them. “Who’s up for some Texas Hold ‘Em?”

  Epilogue

  Annabelle

  I stood at the counter preparing sandwiches out of warmed roast beef and thick slices of crusty bread I’d baked that morning. I didn’t think there was going to be a time soon when I didn’t frequent the bakery for all varieties of baked goods and treats, but over the last few weeks, I had been trying my hand at baking my own loaves.

  The process of turning the flour, salt, and yeast into big, golden loaves filled my home with the incredible warm welcoming smell Garrett couldn’t get enough of. I couldn’t get enough of him, so I was more than happy to oblige. He loved smelling the bread on my skin when he nuzzled close, and I loved him nuzzling close.

  In all honesty, he would cuddle up to me whether I smelled like bread or not, but it was nice having the delicious warm slices with our meals.