Making Her Mine (Sweet Somethings Book 3)

by Rory Reynolds

  I wantonly rub against him. Feeling his hard body against my soft curves is enough to make my toes curl. I gasp when he lifts me off my feet and carries me into the house. The door slams behind him, and he’s got me pinned to it in a heartbeat.

  He nips and kisses at my jaw, my neck, back up to my lips. Over and over, his mouth makes the trail, driving me out of my mind with lust. My panties are soaked, my nipples hard pebbles behind the lace of my bra. His hands travel up and down my body, cupping my breasts and teasing my nipples. Then one slowly travels down lower until he’s palming my pussy in his big hand and grinding the palm of his hand against my clit.

  It feels amazing, but at the same time is like a cold glass of water over my head. I’m not ready for this. Not yet. My body is on board and ready to go, but my mind knows better. The last thing I want after all these years is to regret giving my virginity to someone. Up until earlier today, I thought that Carson hated me, and in direct reflection of his hatred, I’ve hated him too.

  My emotions are warring together, and I don’t know what side is up. I pull away from his lips and push against his chest. For a heartbeat, I wonder if he will stop. I realize how stupid I’ve been to let someone who is basically a stranger kiss the heck out of me then carry me off into my house like some crazy person.

  He doesn’t fight against me, and I relax a little. Carson takes a step back, his hands falling from my body. He licks his lips, letting me know how much he hungers for me, but he lets me go.

  “What’s wrong, baby?” he asks with concern.

  I shake my head, not really wanting to reveal that I’m a virgin, but at the same time not knowing how to explain why I’m not ready for this.

  “It’s too soon… up until a few hours ago, you hated me. This,” I wave my hand between us, “is all new to me, and it’s too much too fast.”

  “I never hated you, Ana. I will never forgive myself for making you feel that way.”

  I nod. “I understand, but it’s going to take time for me to forgive all the little hurts you’ve built up over the months.”

  He nods in understanding. “Okay, darlin’. We will go as slow or as fast as you want.”

  He leans down and gives me an achingly sweet kiss before leaving. I don’t miss him adjusting his cock in his jeans as he walks across our yards to his own door. And I feel a brief moment of regret for sending him away.

  6

  Carson

  It’s been three days since the day that I lost my mind and nearly screwed everything up with Ana. I’m not sure how I know, but some instinct inside me tells me that my Ana is completely innocent and untouched. I knew better than to lose myself and practically attack her like that. She’s a temptation that I can barely keep from falling into.

  In the last three days, I’ve spent time at the diner while she works. She didn’t even put up a fight when I sat in her section. If I’m not mistaken, she even flirted with me. That purple skirt that drives me insane made an appearance, torturing me every time she leaned down to help someone. Each time she made sure her ass was pointed in my direction. Has a man ever been so tortured?

  I knock on her door, excitement filling me at the idea of having her on the back of my bike. I was surprised when she easily agreed to go on a ride with me. She seems like the timid type, and I didn’t know how she would react to the invitation, but she was giddy with excitement. Apparently, my girl is a bit of a daredevil.

  She answers the door breathless with excitement. “Hi!”

  “Hello, darlin’.” She smiles shyly then invites me in. I give her a chaste kiss. She whimpers when I quickly pull away, knowing that with so many flat surfaces around, I shouldn’t tempt myself. “I brought you something.”

  “Really?” her cheeks flush with her shyness, something I’m beginning to get addicted to.

  I hand her the box I brought, and she smiles, opening the box. She pulls out first the leather jacket then the pants. “What’s this for?”

  “To protect your soft skin.”

  It only takes a few minutes for her to change. She comes out of her bedroom looking like a wet dream in leather pants and a tight white t-shirt. The pants are molded to her body like a second skin, her shirt is so thin I can make out the outline of her pale pink bra underneath.

  “So, what do you think?” she asks, doing a little twirl.

  I swallow thickly, “You look amazing.”

  “Never thought I’d be wearing leather. You don’t think it’s a little too… dominatrix?”

  I laugh. “You’re too damn sweet to be anything but exactly who you are.” I pull her in for another light kiss. “Let’s go before I get tempted to pull those pants right back off of you.

  She looks at my Harley with a bit of trepidation. “I’ll keep you safe. Trust me.”

  Ana gives me a small smile. “I do… not sure how or why, but I do.”

  “Good. You have nothing to fear from me.”

  I hand her the last bit of her safety attire—a helmet. She scrunches her nose. “You don’t wear a helmet, why do I have to?”

  I tug her to me, putting the helmet on and adjusting the chin strap. “Because you’re infinitely precious to me, and I would never forgive myself if you’re hurt.”

  Ana throws her leg over the bike like she’s done it a million times. Her arms wrap around me, and her soft curves press tight to my back. The bike rumbles to life, and she gasps at the sound. I expect her to complain or protest, but she simply squeezes me a bit tighter. Then we are off.

  “Where are we going?” Ana shouts over the wind and rumble of the bike.

  I turn slightly, telling her we will be there soon. She seems surprised when we pull up to a small, rundown diner.

  “I’ve never been here before,” she says curiously.

  “You’ll love it.”

  The familiar ding of the bell above the door gives me a feeling of nostalgia. Days of sitting at the counter doing homework while my mom waited on the usual customers and random truck drivers.

  “Carson, my boy!” my mom says as she walks around the counter and hugs me tight. “I’ve missed you.”

  I roll my eyes at her dramatic nature. “Mom, you saw me last weekend.”

  “Pssh, it’s like a lifetime.”

  “I’d like you to meet someone…” I tug Ana forward and introduce her to my mother.

  “Oh, you’re even more beautiful that Carson said.”

  Ana blushes bright red. “It’s nice to meet you…”

  My mom tuts me for not doing a better job of introducing us. “I’m Randi. Come, come, take a seat and let me feed you.”

  She leads us to a booth in her section since the counter is full. I let Ana slide in first then slip in beside her. She gives me a surprised look but doesn’t protest even though it’s a tight fit with my bulky size.

  “You told your mom about me?” she asks as soon as my mom is out of earshot.

  I scoff. “Of course, why wouldn’t I talk about the woman who stole my heart at a single glance?”

  I gently cup her cheek in my hand and kiss her. I have to call on all of my self-discipline from years as a fighter to keep from deepening the kiss. A part of me wants to take her right here. To claim the innocence between her legs. But I can wait. I will wait forever if that’s what it takes.

  We eat our lunch, chatting comfortably about work and our childhoods. When we are done, my mom gives us both a hug and tells us to be careful on that death machine of mine. Mom has never appreciated my love for motorcycles. I promise to take good care of Ana as we roar away.

  Not wanting the day to end just yet, I drive us to the lake our little town is cozied up to. It’s one of my favorite places to be as the sun sets on the water. The brilliant oranges and reds bleeding into each other on the reflective surface have always given me a profound sense of being part of something much bigger than myself.

  “I love the lake at sunset,” Ana says with a content sigh.

  We sit on the tabletop of one of the
many picnic tables, our feet on the bench as we watch the sun disappear over the horizon.

  “So if you’re from Junction, why do you move to Sugarhill?”

  I shrug. “My dad owned Sweet Rides… when he decided to retire, I had just retired from fighting and was at loose ends. Dad offered me the shop, and I took it.”

  “Do you regret retiring from fighting?”

  I shake my head. “Nope. Not for one minute. I love my shop, and getting to rebuild Harleys is my passion. Fighting is what I’m good at, but this is what I’ve always wanted to do. Besides, it brought me to Sugarhill and you.”

  She leans in and kisses me. Not just a sweet kiss. She kisses me like she’s about to die if her lips don’t get a taste of mine. I lose myself in the moment and groan when Ana crawls into my lap, straddling me. She gasps into my mouth as she comes in contact with my hardness through our pants. Tentatively, she moves her hips, rubbing herself on me.

  We kiss like that for endless minutes until we are both panting, and Ana is rocking on my cock like it’s her only purpose in life. I grip her hips tight, preventing her from moving. “Baby, we’ve gotta stop.”

  Ana kisses my neck, biting my jaw. “I don’t want to.”

  “Ana, baby, I’m not going to take you on a dirty picnic table where any asshole could drive up on us. When I take you for the first time, it’ll be in a bed.”

  She looks at me through hooded eyes and licks her lips. “Take me home.”

  7

  Ana

  The ride back to our houses does nothing to lessen the ache I feel for Carson. I should be concerned, maybe even scared, but all I can feel is want. Logically my mind keeps telling me that I need to proceed with caution. Up until a few days ago, I thought he hated me, and in return, I hated him. Can I really give my virginity to a man who I felt such a strong negative emotion towards only a short time ago?

  If I’m being completely honest, I didn’t ever really hate Carson… I hated that I didn’t hate him for treating me poorly. Though with the new perspective, I can see each interaction for what it really was—him being possessive of something he couldn’t have. Can I truly blame him for that when I’ve been obsessing over him myself?

  Even if I didn’t realize it at the time, the reason his apathy towards me drove me crazy was that I secretly wanted him to like me. It was a revelation and the only reason why I agreed to this date today. It’s why when he came over and helped me with my yard work yesterday, I thanked him with a smile and admired him sweaty and shirtless as he mowed my yard.

  Which brings me right back around to, can I give my virginity to Carson Moore? The answer is a resounding yes. Did I foresee myself giving into passion instead of love? No, never. I always thought I would find some nice guy, fall in love, and then give him my virginity. We would live happily ever after. It was ridiculous—a naïve fantasy of a little girl. The woman I am today has decided that passion is enough. It’s time to throw caution to the wind and let things play out.

  I’m lost in thought and miss Carson pulling into his garage. The rumble of the bike disappears, and the vibrations between my legs stop. I realize that the bike has kept me hot and wet for him. I’m more turned on just from riding behind him on the bike than I was at the lake.

  I let out a scream when he pulls me off the bike and throws me over his shoulder. I start laughing with the playfulness of the moment. “Carson!” I screech. “Put me down, you crazy man.”

  He laughs. “I’m crazy, alright. Crazy for a beautiful blonde who tempts me to distraction.”

  I giggle. “Mr. Beatie must be a real gem.”

  His hand cracks down on my ass, and I groan. It didn’t hurt but stoked my desire even hotter. “You’re awful sassy for someone so small.”

  “You love it.”

  He slowly lowers me from his shoulder, and I realize he’s carried me off to his bedroom. I take a look around. His room is definitely that of a bachelor. It’s clean and bare of any sort of decorative touches. He has a huge bed, a nightstand, and a dresser, but I love it. It’s all dark woods and grays. It’s masculine and totally Carson.

  “Of course I love it. You’re my sassy girl,” he growls, tugging me forward and into his arms.

  “Yours,” I gasp, nodding. Lordy, I like his possessiveness.

  He slowly starts stripping me of my clothes. First, my new leather jacket hits the floor, then my t-shirt… I whimper when he takes off my bra because his hands instantly cup my breasts, and his thumbs rub across my nipples. He kisses me, sweet and slow as he plays with them. My need grows until I have my arms wrapped around his neck, and I’m kissing him furiously.

  Then he’s kissing down my jaw, my neck, and straight down to my nipples. He sucks one pink tip into his mouth and lashes it with his tongue. My head falls back on a moan, and my fingers thread through his hair, holding him to my breast. He switches to my other nipple as he starts working my pants down. He pushes the leather down my legs and groans when my panties come into view.

  “You’re so wet for me.” He falls to his knees in front of me and buries his face in my panty-clad pussy. I nearly fall over when I feel his hot mouth through my panties. He teases me for a moment that feels like an eternity before he guides me back until my knees hit the bed. I sit down and watch as he slowly removes my boots and then finally pulls my pants down and off. “Fuck, Ana, you’re gorgeous.”

  He rubs his fingers up my thighs and to the waistband of my panties and slowly peels them from my body. I lie on the bed totally exposed and not feeling one bit self-conscious. The way Carson looks at me makes me feel beautiful and desired. He brings out the wantonness inside of me. Something I never realized existed before now.

  I gasp when he starts kissing his way up my inner thigh, spreading my legs further so that my pussy is on full display for him. Instead of going straight for it, he reverses course, kissing his way back down my thigh then changing to the other. When he finally gets to the apex between my legs, he puts me out of my misery by licking one long lick from top to bottom.

  I cry out at the sensation. I never could’ve imagined what it would feel like to have his mouth on me like that. Even that one lick is better than any of the caresses I gave myself alone in my bed.

  “Fuck, baby, you taste sweeter than anything I’ve ever tasted,” Carson growls the words into my pussy.

  My breath hitches in my chest, not just at the sensation of the vibration of his words, but from the words themselves. I never thought I would be into dirty talk, but every dirty word that comes out of his mouth ratchets up my desire until I’m ready to come out of my skin.

  I’m about to start begging for more when he licks around my sensitive clit, never actually touching the little bundle of nerves. Then he licks downward, rimming my entrance before fucking his tongue into me.

  “Jesus, you’re tight. You’re gonna strangle my cock with this tight little pussy, aren’t you?”

  My moans are my only answer as he thrusts his tongue in and out of me, causing my back to arch and me to cry out. He works his way back up to my clit, licking it gently while he slowly works one thick finger inside me.

  “Oh God, Carson,” I gasp at the sensation of being filled for the first time with someone else’s fingers. “More… please…”

  He growls into me, slowly working a second finger inside me. The stretching sensation is almost too much to bear, and I nearly come with just one stroke. He works up a slow rhythm, fucking me with those thick, work rough fingers of his until I’m whimpering for more. And he gives me more. He hooks his fingers inside me, hitting my g-spot with every thrust of his fingers.

  I fist the sheets in my hands, needing something to hold on to. Something to keep me grounded as my orgasm barrels through me like a runaway freight train. My back arches and my screams of completion fill the room. I expect him to crawl up my body and thrust into me with his thick length, but he doesn’t. He just keeps licking and sucking at my clit until I’m pushed into another orgasm. Only then does
he slowly kiss his way up my body.

  I’m not sure when he lost his own clothes, but I’m not complaining. A naked Carson is a sight to behold. He’s all cut muscles and tattooed skin. He’s a work of art, and right now, he’s all mine. I reach for him, wanting to touch his perfection, but he catches my hands up in one of his and pins them above my head.

  My heart races, and my body responds with a resounding ‘yes.’ I love how dominant he is in the bedroom. He’s dirty and bossy, and I love that he’s in control. He finally kisses his way up my neck and to my lips. I can taste myself on him when he deepens the kiss, and I moan. It feels wanton and dirty to be able to taste myself on him. He’s sharing my release in a way that I never thought I would like. He’s right that I taste sweet and a little tangy. I kiss him with my own fierce possession.

  I moan when he lines his cock up with my pussy and slowly enters me one thick inch at a time. “Fuck, you’re so tight. I don’t want to hurt you.”

  I groan at the intrusion, but it feels incredible. The stretch is utterly perfect. Made even more perfect by the fact that it’s Carson. “You won’t.” I cup his cheek with my newly freed hands and pull his lips to mine. I kiss him softly at first, then with more passion. “Please, don’t hold back,” I beg. I don’t want to be treated with kid gloves. I want all of him—every bit.

  He takes me at my word and pushes his thick cock in until he’s bottomed out, stretching me. It feels so good, and I tell him so. He groans as he slowly pulls out, then pushes back inside. I wrap my legs around him, urging him on. Then he lets go. He starts moving faster, harder, with more purpose. I can feel my orgasm building. This one even stronger than the last. I couldn’t hold it back if I tried, and when Carson grabs my ass to the point of pain, I come.

  I come because I know I’ll be wearing the marks of his fingers. I come because he’s fucking me not like a virgin but like a man completely lost to the moment. Exactly like I want. He pulls out, and I whimper, not wanting to be done. I want more. I’m hungry for it. I squeal when he flips me to my hands and knees. His hand cracking down on my ass.