“Yes,” he countered. “You’re coming again.”
“No! I can’t!” There was no way. She was done. But she knew he didn’t see it that way. And what Jed wanted, Jed got. And right now, he wanted her to come again.
“You will, baby.” He pressed the tip of his finger into her asshole. Then thrust his tongue deep into her pussy. The thumb on his free hand thrummed her clit. He moved hard. Fast. More. More. More. It was too much. She was too sensitive. She couldn’t. . .she couldn’t. . .
She arched up; a scream torn from her lungs as she came. It was even more magnificent than the first. Her entire body rocked with the force of her orgasm. She drifted down from the high, lying there, sated, exhausted, sweat coating her body, her lungs heaving for air. He stood, and she watched through half-lidded eyes as he undid his jeans and pulled them down. They were quickly followed by his boxers. He grabbed her, lifting her hips up before impaling her with his cock.
Glorious.
This time there was no slow. There was just hard and fast. He bumped hard against the table and her half-eaten plate of stir-fry went flying, crashing to the floor.
She let out a giggle that turned into a moan as he drove himself into her, hard and deep.
“You’re gonna come with me, baby.”
“I can’t. . .I can’t.” She’d already had two orgasms, a third wasn’t possible.
“Wasn’t a question,” he told her.
Fuck.
“Touch yourself.”
Her eyes widened. She’d been a virgin up until a few months ago. Sure, she’d touched herself. Often. But never in front of him.
“Baby girl, I’m close to the edge here. When I come, you come. Got my hands holding you just where I need you. So, unless you think you can get there without your clit being touched then you need to be touching yourself.”
“In front of you,” she squeaked.
He grinned. “Make it easier if I turn you over so you can’t see me?”
She thought about that for a moment. “Maybe.”
He stepped back and she lost the glorious feeling of being full of him. Then he slid her around so her legs dangled off the edge of the big dining room table. Her hips were raised once more, and he took her from behind.
God. She’d never get over how good that felt.
“Do it, baby. Touch yourself.”
Taking her courage in hand, she reached down and flicked her clit. It was swollen. Sensitive. And she gasped as she moved her finger against the tight bundle of nerves. But as he continued to fill her with his cock, she found herself moving faster, harder. Her need built deep inside her.
“Come on, baby. I’m nearly there.”
She tightened around him as she came, her body bucking beneath his. Then his roar filled the room as he bent over her, spending himself inside her. They just lay there for a moment, breaths mingling together, heart beats racing.
“Fucking magnificent,” he muttered in her ear.
Yes, he was.
2
Charlie and Clint
Charlie stood in the large living room and took stock. Four beds, which were single mattresses on the floor and arranged in a circle, the feet of each mattress facing into the middle of the circle. Then each bed had been made with soft sheets and different colored comforters.
The teepees that sat over the top end of the beds were pink.
Pink for Ellie. Check.
Fort for Abby. Check.
At the other end of the big room, she’d set up a dining area. A white table with a pretty pale pink table cloth and four chairs. Another pair of tables had been set up against each other along the wall, and they were teeming with food. Red velvet cupcakes, chocolate brownie, peanut butter and chocolate cookies, bowls full of candy and chocolate, and a huge, gorgeous pale pink cake with the words, Congratulations Ellie, swirled along the top.
Candy for Daisy. Check.
Several stations had been set up throughout the room. One with Legos. Another with coloring pencils and books. Another was a mani/pedi station. The last area was dress up costumes and dolls.
Play-time for everyone. Check.
Now, was there anything missing?
She felt someone move up behind her. The heat of his body hitting her back.
“What do you think?” she asked Clint.
“I think it’s a party fit for four princesses. Although probably after eating all that crap and staying up most of the night giggling and playing they will be four tired little brats by morning,” he said in his typical blunt way.
She smacked her hand against his. “We are not brats.”
He snorted.
“Do you think there’s anything missing?”
“Baby, how could you possibly be missing anything? There’s enough stuff here for twenty people. If those twenty people liked pink and toys and a shit-ton of sugar.”
“I just want this to be an amazing party for Ellie. She’s my best friend and she’s getting married.” She winced at the note of longing in her voice she couldn’t quite hide.
Clint tightened his arm around her, his lips moving to her ear. “You want to get married, darling?”
She stiffened. “That better not be your idea of a proposal!”
“Hmm,” he muttered. “Not gonna fly, huh?”
“Clint!” she protested and turned to find him grinning down at her. But somehow, she didn’t find it that funny.
“I need to make more cookies,” she told him, averting her gaze from his. Tears welled, making her feel ridiculous.
Get a grip on yourself, Charlie.
He grasped her upper arms gently to stop her from moving away.
“Charlotte? Darling girl, look at me.”
That low command wasn’t one to be ignored. But she really didn’t want to look up at him.
“Charlotte. Look at me.”
Crap, he wouldn’t let her go until she looked at him. They’d still be standing here in a few hours when the others arrived. So, she stared up at him, those tears leaking down her cheeks.
Damn it.
“Shit,” he muttered and drew her close to his chest. One hand rubbed her lower back while the other one held her tight to him. Surrounded by Clint. Usually it made her feel safe and warm. Right now, she felt embarrassed.
“Sorry, I’m acting like an idiot.” She tried to pull out of his arms. He held her tighter.
Okay, she guessed he wasn’t yet ready to let her go.
“You’re not the one who just acted like an idiot,” he said, surprising her.
She managed to pull her head back, staring up into his face. “Clint?”
He ran his thumb along her jaw. “Gonna ask you one day, baby. But this time is Bear and Ellie’s. Ours will come.”
She melted into him. “I don’t want you to think I expect it or anything—”
He picked her up suddenly, with one arm under her ass. “You damn well should expect it. This is forever, darling girl. You and me.”
She cupped his face between her hands. He hadn’t shaved in a few days and his stubble rubbed against her palms. She shivered as she imagined that roughness rubbing against her inner thighs.
“Of course, we are. Doesn’t mean marriage needs to follow.”
“Marriage is going to happen,” he told her firmly. “You’re gonna have my ring on your finger, you’re gonna vow to love, honor and obey me for as long as we both shall live. End of story.”
As he spoke, he was walking out of the living room towards the stairs. Hmm, maybe she would get to feel that stubble against her thighs.
“You do know that you have to promise the same.”
He snorted. “Baby, no matter how much I love you, I am not promising to obey you.”
“I meant the rest. And who said obey was going to be in the wedding vows?”
“I did,” he told her arrogantly.
She rolled her eyes. “You’re spoiled. And bossy. And arrogant.”
“Baby, all this praise is just turning me on.”
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She burst into laughter as he reached their bedroom. “And you are always turned on.”
“Around you, ain’t no other way for me to be.”
“Hmm, just as well we’re in the bedroom then, isn’t it?” she asked as he set her down on her back. He moved towards her feet, pulling off her slippers. Then he reached for her jeans, undid them and slipped them off. Underneath she wore white panties with rainbows on them.
“Sit up,” he commanded, pulling her up before she could obey him. He pulled off her sweater, throwing it away. Then he reached under her t-shirt and undid her bra.
Um, this wasn’t the way he usually undressed her before they had sex.
“Clint? What’re you doing?” she asked.
“Getting you ready for a nap.”
Oh, hell no. That trickster! He knew what she thought they were doing in here. She did not need a nap; she didn’t have time for a nap.
“I don’t need a nap.” She tried to swing her legs over the side of the bed, but he sat down and trapped her against the mattress by placing an arm on either side of her body. He leaned in. “I have more cookies to bake.”
“Darling girl, you’re exhausted. You’ve been running around like a madwoman trying to get this all done for Ellie, trying to make it perfect, when all Ellie wants is to spend some fun time with her friends.”
She bit her lip. “So, what you’re saying is I’ve overdone things.”
“What I’m saying is that it all looks beautiful, but you most certainly do not need more cookies. Or anything else. Should have put my foot down days ago but I knew this was important to you. However, my foot is coming down now. You’ve got four hours until everyone arrives. You’ll be up late tonight, playing and eating your weight in junk food so right now you’re going to take a nice long nap. Then I’ll bring you up a healthy snack and help you get ready, okay?”
Part of her knew he was right. Damn it. But the other part of her was too hyped up to sleep.
“Darling girl. Sleep. Eat. Get ready. In that order.”
“I don’t think I can sleep. I’m too wired.”
His eyes filled with warmth as he studied her. Then he nodded. “Then I’ll just have to help my girl, won’t I?” He reached for her t-shirt, drawing it off. Her bra was hanging off her breasts. He slowly drew it down her arms, stopping every so often to lay a kiss against her skin.
“My baby has been getting herself all wound up, hasn’t she?” he murmured. “Ellie’s hen party. The wedding. Christmas.” He threw the bra away then grasped hold of her chin in his hand. “And I’m guessing you’ve been stressing about whether I want to marry you?”
Shoot. Shoot. She should have known he wouldn’t let what happened downstairs just pass.
He ran his thumb over her lower lip. “How long you been worrying about that, darlin’?”
“Not that long,” she whispered.
He leaned in, kissed her gently. “How long, Charlotte?”
“I guess when Bear and Ellie got engaged. That wasn’t that long ago.” It wasn’t. They’d gotten engaged just before Halloween and their wedding was set for Christmas Eve. Meant things were a little frantic, trying to organize it in such a short time but Ellie wanted a Christmas wedding and Bear didn’t want to wait until the following year.
“You should have told me this was eating at you.”
“It wasn’t really. I mean, I guess I was kind of jealous or something. Petty, huh?”
“Not petty,” he said firmly. “Charlotte, there is nothing I want more in this life than to have you in it, by my side. You mean everything to me. Understand?”
She nodded, her eyes filling with tears once more.
“But what I don’t like is you stressing over stuff and not telling me. Getting worked up. Is this part of the reason you’ve been so driven to make this party perfect?”
“I felt bad for being jealous. Plus, if I keep busy it keeps my mind off other stuff.”
“After this party is done with, you and I are headed to the cabin for a few days,” he decreed.
“What? But I’ve got stuff here to do, to help Ellie with, to—”
“Other girls can help Ellie if she needs anything over the next few days, but you’re exhausted. You’ve got to get some rest. You haven’t had any Little time for two weeks.”
Shit. Had it been that long?
“I just. . .I can’t seem to get in the right headspace.”
“And I’m here to help you with that. I’m here to help with whatever you need, darling girl. So, day after tomorrow, we head to the cabin. You’ll have plenty of Little time and sleep and maybe some other things,” he winked at her and she felt her need for him stir again, “and I’ll have my girl all to myself.”
Since he’d handed over a lot of responsibility to Linc, he was able to take more time off away from the ranch
“I’d like that,” she said softly.
“Good, so does my girl still need help unwinding?”
She nodded. “Uh-huh, she does.”
“Hmm, a spanking might be a good way of getting out all that tension.”
“What? Nooo, I don’t want a spanking!” She could feel her Little pushing through.
“Not about what you want, though. It’s about what you need.” He pushed her gently down onto her back then leaned down and latched onto her nipple.
“I need an orgasm!”
“Do you?” he asked then he lapped at her nipple. “How badly does my baby need to come?”
“So badly.” She pouted.
“Are you wet?”
“Yes.” She could feel herself blushing. But this is what she wanted and she wasn’t going to do anything that might make him stop and decide to take her over his lap instead.
“Show me.”
“W-what?”
“Show me how wet you are.” He moved to the bottom of the bed and sat, facing her. “Show me that wet pussy.”
Fuck. Fuck.
She couldn’t do that! Could she? Then again, there wasn’t an inch of her body that Clint didn’t know intimately. Unsure exactly what he wanted from her; she widened her legs.
“That’s good, baby. But you need to really show me. I want you to spread the lips of your pussy, show me how wet you are for me. How much you really need this orgasm.”
Oh God. Oh God.
Her heart raced but she reached down with her hand and used her fingers to spread her lower lips apart. His eyes were filled with molten heat.
“Yeah, my girl is wet for me. Swirl a finger through your juices then offer it to me.”
He was killing her. Really. Was it possible to die from embarrassment? Or from being so completely and utterly turned on?
But she used a finger from her other hand and swirled it through her juices then she held it up to him as ordered. He leaned in, keeping his eyes on hers, which was sexy as hell then sucked the digit into his mouth.
“Oh hell.” She swore she could feel the pull on her clit.
He let her finger pop out of his mouth and gave her a stern look. “Language, little darling. Or I’m going to go to plan b.”
Plan b, she was guessing, being the spanking. Yep, she needed to do what she had to in order to avoid plan b.
He started kissing his way up her legs. “Stubble too scratchy?” he asked as he reached her inner thigh and she shivered.
“No. Definitely not. Please don’t stop.”
She felt him smile against her skin. “My girl likes that.”
Fuck yes, his girl definitely did. Then he reached her mound. Laid kisses along the top of it, before moving to her slit. He ran his tongue along her labia, reached her clit and toyed with it, her breath stuttered and her thighs stretched wide, giving him as much access as he might need.
He didn’t make her wait. He meant business. His tongue played with her clit while he used two fingers to fuck her pussy.
“Clint! Clint!” She grasped hold of the bed cover beneath her and held on for dear life as he drove her h
igher and higher. It was too much. Too much.
His fingers moved fast, hard. “Come for me.”
“Clint!” her cry was one of desperation.
“Come now.”
The harsh command combined with that talented tongue of his sent her crashing over into bliss. She drifted, her body shaking with aftershocks, her breath sawing in and out of her lungs.
She felt him shift her. Pull the covers out from underneath her then he tucked her in on her side, the way she liked to sleep. He lay around the back of her, spooning her, his face buried in her hair.
“Sleep, darling.”
“What about you?” she murmured, aware he had to be uncomfortable.
“Don’t worry about me. Just sleep. Sleep. And know that Daddy is watching over you, taking care of you.”
She drifted off with a big smile on her face, her body sated from an amazing orgasm and her man curled protectively around her.
Wasn’t much that could top that.
Clint slid off the bed, careful not to disturb Charlie. Not that anything much probably would. She was out like a light. He frowned. He didn’t like that she’d been feeling unsettled about things and hadn’t been talking to him.
How could she even think for one moment that he wouldn’t want to marry her?
Maybe because you’ve never actually talked to her about it?
He ran his hand down his face. Idiot.
He watched her sleep for a moment. He had definitely made the right decision when he said they were going to the cabin for a while.
He also needed to start laying down some rules around how much she was doing. Time for his girl to know he wasn’t going to stand for her throwing herself into things and neglecting her wellbeing.
He knew it was his fault. He should have done something earlier. But after tonight, she was going to know that Daddy was very much taking back the reins.
3
Kent and Abby
Kent walked into the house and immediately knew something was different.
He studied the room, shaking his head in disbelief. It looked like Santa’s elves had a drunken party and vomited tinsel everywhere.
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