Get Bucked (The Valentine Boys Book 4)

by Lani Lynn Vale

  “Killed someone?” I asked.

  He gave me a roll of his eyes. “No.”

  “Beaten someone to within an inch of their life?” I kept going.

  He shook his head.

  “Cheated on your girlfriend?”

  “I’ve never had a girlfriend.” He laughed.

  “Maimed or wounded someone to the point where they could no longer walk?” I continued.

  He rolled his eyes. “No.”

  I moved inward until my mouth was on his as I said, “Then you’re not a bad guy. You’re a good guy that once made bad decisions. You’re not that guy anymore, no matter what your family thinks.”

  Then I kissed him, once again giving him my tongue.

  He inhaled deeply at my words, giving me access. And I took advantage, licking my tongue over his before tilting my head and pushing it deeper.

  He moaned into my mouth, both of his hands now on my ass as he held me down against his erection. His erection that didn’t wane once during our conversation.

  “I want you,” he growled.

  I pulled away and got off his lap entirely.

  He groaned and reached for me, but I took an even bigger step back and divested myself of my shirt, boots, and jeans. Right when I started taking my panties off there was a knock at the door.

  His eyes never once left mine as he said, “Ignore it.”

  I did, slipping my panties off and kicking them free to land on the table.

  His eyes went down to the apex of my thighs, and I swear to God his dick twitched.

  “Your bra,” he urged, his eyes staying on my nether regions.

  I slipped the bra off with a quick flick of my wrist and tossed it at him.

  It hit him in the face because he was still focused on my crotch, causing me to laugh.

  The knock sounded again, and his gaze flicked upward to land on my breasts.

  That’s when he tensed.

  “You have your nipples pierced.”

  I grinned. “I do.”

  He groaned and covered his face with his hands.

  “What did I do to deserve this?” he rasped.

  I snickered and began walking to him, stopping when I thought about the fact that the door was likely unlocked.

  The knocking sounded again, and this time Darby cursed.

  He got up, brushed past me with a sensual grace that surprised me, and walked to the door.

  I watched in stunned silence as he locked the door. Then turned back to me.

  “Get on the bed,” he ordered.

  I walked to the bed and climbed on it. Before I could turn over, though, I felt his hands on my waist holding me still.

  “Just like that,” he rasped. “This first time, were gonna do it exactly like this.”

  I felt a shiver roll down my spine as anticipation started to tear through my veins.

  “Next time I’m going to take my time.” He smoothed his hand down my back. “I’m gonna lick you. Suck you. Taste you. Devour you. But this time? I just want to sink my cock in and feel your hot pussy wrapped around me.”

  I wanted that, too. All of it.

  I widened my thighs, giving him a glimpse of my entrance, and causing his breath to come in harsh pants.

  “Please tell me you have a condom,” I begged.

  “One,” he said. “Enough to get me started.”

  One wasn’t enough. I knew it wouldn’t be.

  But it was enough for now.

  “I’m not on birth control,” I told him. “But you can bet your ass I’ll get on it this week. Then we can go bare.”

  He rumbled in agreement, causing my nipples to pebble.

  “I need to get tested,” he said. “I’m clean but… just to be safe. I’m not doing this the wrong way. I’m done doing shit the wrong way. I want you to feel completely confident in me when we finally do that.”

  I trusted him completely. It was himself he didn’t trust.

  “Okay,” I said softly. “Then the same goes for me. Complete workup.”

  He laughed then, the sound sending a shock straight to where I wanted him most.

  Darby didn’t laugh often, but when he did it made me feel like throwing confetti.

  “Climb farther onto the bed,” he urged.

  I did, and as I moved, I heard the rustle of fabric on skin as he slipped off the last of his clothes.

  He disappeared for a moment, coming back with the sound of crinkling foil as he tore open a condom.

  I looked over my shoulder at him and nearly moaned at the sight.

  He had his cock in one hand while he smoothed the condom down the length of his shaft. A very impressive length if I did say so myself. I’d never seen anything quite so big, and I wasn’t a complete novice at this.

  I’d been around my fair share of rodeos in my life. And I wasn’t a butt ugly woman. I could get some ass anytime I wanted. Had gotten some any time I wanted. I wasn’t a ho or anything, but I’d been a lot choosier in the last five years than I had been when I was nineteen and getting boys’ attention.

  So yes, I’d seen some dicks.

  And Darby’s dick was definitely king of all dicks.

  Lord and master of the dick.

  And I had no doubt in my mind that the master knew how to wield it.

  I felt my thighs tense as he snapped his head up and locked eyes with me.

  “Don’t look at me,” he growled.

  I looked away and dropped my head so that my face could rest against the mattress.

  He growled. “I told you to look away because if your eyes are on mine I just might explode before I’m even inside of you. And you think it’s a good idea to drop your shoulders to the bed and wag your ass as if you’re dying for it?”

  I squeezed my eyes shut and barely contained the moan.

  “I am dying for it,” I told him. “I feel empty and achy and so… wet.”

  He hissed out a breath and crawled into the bed behind me.

  Hand smoothing over the globes of my ass, he said, “You’re beautiful.”

  I turned my face into the mattress and moaned.

  “So.” He moved until I felt the tip of his cock brush against my sex. “Fucking.” He ran a finger over my entrance, gathering the wetness. “Beautiful.”

  He pressed the tip of his cock against my entrance, and I knew he was about to stretch me wide.

  “Please, Darby,” I begged.

  “Begging won’t get me going any faster,” he noted, sinking his tip inside of me just enough to cause me to freeze.

  “Please what?” he asked. “Please fuck me?” He pushed deeper, this time I took his entire cock head before he retreated. “Because I’m going to. Right. Now.”

  He sank inside in one long, steady push. He didn’t stop until his cock was buried as deep as he could make it go.

  “Sweet baby Jesus,” I gasped, unable to draw in a breath. “You feel like you’re so deep.”

  His hands bit into my ass as he tried to find control.

  I wouldn’t allow him. Mostly because my body was practically squirming to have more. To have him move and hit me deep. Over and over again.

  He must’ve heard my inner thoughts because he started to move.

  Slow, sedate twists of his hips that made his cock move just enough that it was a delicious tease.

  My hand clenched onto the ornate comforter and I arched my back.

  “What do you want?” he asked, pulling out slightly only to slip right back inside.

  I was so wet it was comical.

  “Just… move,” I pleaded.

  He groaned. “If I move, I’ll come.”

  “If you don’t move, I’ll die,” I countered.

  A thrust and retreat of his hips caused my insides to tighten.

  Then there was no more teasing. No more worry about going too fast.

  It was just Darby and me.

  And God, I was right
.

  He knew exactly what to do with that monster cock of his.

  He pushed it inside of me and pulled back out, slow and steady but fast enough that I could build on his rhythm.

  It was hypnotic almost, trying to keep control but being unable to.

  “Let go,” he urged.

  I didn’t want to. I wanted to put it off as long as I could because of just how good it felt. But then he squeezed my ass so tight that a gasp left my throat.

  “I don’t want to,” I told him. “Not until you can go with me.”

  But he didn’t want me to go with him. He wanted me to come now.

  And I did.

  Because what else could I do?

  He was literally using my body like he’d done it a million times before. And soon I was catapulting myself right over the edge without once making sure there was someone to catch me.

  He didn’t stop the slow, sensual rhythm. Not when I tightened so hard around him he cursed. I was so lost in what I was feeling that I hadn’t realized that the grip on my waist had gone from light and airy to tight and final.

  He pulled me onto him as he bucked forward. Fucking me roughly.

  “No,” he gasped. “One more.”

  I would’ve laughed had I had any breath left in my body.

  “There’s no way,” I told him bluntly.

  Except, impossibly, there was.

  I squeezed my eyes shut as he strung yet another orgasm out of me.

  His laughter would’ve shocked me had I not been so fucking exhausted.

  The only thing holding me up at this point were his hands on my hips and his cock inside of me.

  “What…” I gasped. “Are you laughing at?”

  He stroked his cock inside of me, once. Twice. Three times.

  “I was ready to come the moment I saw you naked in front of me,” he explained. “But now all I can think about is the fact that I only have one fucking condom. If I come” —he pumped into me again— “I’ll have to stop and go buy more.”

  A thought occurred to me.

  “Doesn’t Amazon have one-hour delivery?” I teased.

  He froze.

  “I saw about thirty of those Amazon delivery vans outside,” he said, sounding thoughtful.

  I laughed, causing him to growl.

  “Don’t do that,” he cursed, his hands flexing on my hips.

  “Do what?” I teased, looking at him over my shoulder. “This?”

  I tightened my muscles again, and he pulled out, causing me to gasp in surprise.

  But just as suddenly, he flipped me over and was back between my legs.

  “I’ll go buy more,” he muttered, his eyes sliding over my body. “This is why I had to have you from behind. I knew that when I looked into your eyes” —he slid back inside of me— “that I’d be a goner.”

  I gasped when he practically thrust my legs up to my ears, holding them there.

  The next few minutes there wasn’t any more talking or laughing. Just him sliding in and out of me with such little effort I should’ve been embarrassed. My wetness was out of control, but that was his fault. When it came to Darby Valentine, I just couldn’t help myself.

  His eyes were staring so intently into mine that I almost felt exposed.

  “What are you staring at?” I asked, tilting my hips up as his cock pushing into me started to feel overly great again.

  “You,” he said, his eyes still holding my gaze. “You’re captivating.”

  My breath caught and my thighs started to quiver.

  “Let go,” he ordered.

  I swallowed hard. “I shouldn’t be able to come again.”

  His grin was wicked as he changed the angle of his thrusts, pushing into me at a much more upward angle than before.

  My back bowed off the bed as he hit the most perfect spot. My body convulsed in yet another orgasm.

  He growled as his pace became erratic. One second he was going slow and steady. The next he was bucking into me as if he was trying to stay on the ride for eight seconds.

  His final thrust was followed by a grunt of pleasure as he followed me over the edge.

  When I finally blinked my eyes open, it was to find him still staring at me.

  “You’re giving me a complex,” I teased.

  His lips twitched as he pulled his cock out, letting my legs go as he did.

  I licked my dry lips and let my legs fall to the bed on either side of his body.

  “It’s not like I’m trying to,” he admitted. “It’s just that you’re so fucking beautiful. When you come, your eyes get this faraway look. And your body gets all these little goosebumps over every inch of your skin.”

  I watched as he got up, pulling the spent condom off of his cock as he did.

  I kept my eyes on his cock as I said, “Where the fuck did you hide that in those tight jeans?”

  His laughter followed him to the bathroom.

  When he got back, he was grinning wide.

  He put his knee into the bed and grimaced, reminding me of his bull fight earlier.

  I got up and snagged a tee out of his wide-open bag and shrugged it on.

  My next stop was the coffee table where my Ziploc baggie full of melted ice from earlier lay discarded.

  I gathered it up when another knock sounded from the door.

  I frowned hard at it and walked to it.

  “Who is it?” I called without unlocking it.

  An amused male voice said, “Banks and Candy.”

  I turned and looked at Darby through the open doorway of the bedroom and raised my brows at him.

  He sighed and painfully got up, slipping on his underwear.

  I tossed the baggie on the table and passed Darby in the hallway, heading to the bedroom.

  He smacked my ass as we passed.

  “Make sure you put on underwear and a bra,” he teased. “My brother may be married, but he’s still a man.”

  I rolled my eyes and closed the door behind me.

  I did as he asked and put on underwear and a bra, but chose to put his tee back on before finding a pair of his sweatpants.

  When I came back out, I looked like a homeless woman wearing borrowed clothes.

  But everything I brought wasn’t anywhere near as comfortable.

  Sliding open the door, I found Candy standing at the sink with her hips resting against it, Darby on the couch in front of the discarded bag of melted ice and Banks standing next to Candy. None of them talking.

  I walked out and moved to the coffee table, my eyes going to Candy for a few seconds with a ‘what the fuck?’ look.

  She shrugged and looked away, leaving me with no other option than to address the elephant in the room.

  “Banks.” I nodded. “You doing okay?”

  He shrugged. “Better than him, I guess.”

  Darby snorted, and I turned to grab the baggie with now all water, dumped it down the sink, then refreshed the ice before zipping it back up.

  Walking it over to Darby, I said, “Put this on your side.”

  He did as I asked, not making a sound when the bag hit his skin.

  I sat down and started to clean the abrasions while trying not to squirm as the tension built in the room.

  “Banks, don’t you have something to say?” Candy pushed.

  Banks cleared his throat.

  “Turn over so I can get to your cuts.”

  Darby rolled until he was lying on his side, exposing his back to the room.

  Banks cursed and stood up from his lean against the counter.

  Candy gasped.

  “That’s bad,” I murmured. “The swelling is way worse.” I pressed against his back, causing him to groan and bury his face into the pillows of the couch. “Those might be broken. Are you sure you don’t want to go to the medic?”

  He snorted. “What, exactly, are they going to do? Tell me not to go back out there? Yeah, right. And
there ain’t nothin’ you can do about bruised ribs. I know. Had them plenty of times before.”

  Banks came around the coffee table I was sitting on and looked down at the hellacious bruise that the fence had caused when Darby had hit it.

  Doing the best I could to clean the scrapes around it so that I wasn’t hurting him anymore than I had to, I chattered away as the two men continued not to talk to each other.

  “My dad once had a blown eardrum that he fought through,” I murmured. “I’m not even sure how the hell he did it. He said he heard it pop when a bull head butted him in the side of the face. He was out for weeks after he did that.”

  I cleaned off an impressive scrape, then touched his side and said, “Roll to your belly.”

  He did, exposing his other cuts and bruises that he’d sustained from his brother’s bull.

  “Then there was the one time that the bull gored him in the groin. That was the time that Mom made him choose. Her or the rodeo. He chose the rodeo, so she left, leaving me behind, too.” I reached for another gauze pad that Banks was already holding out to me. “Y’all are lucky, really. To have family. I don’t have any. It was always just me. Sometimes me and my dad. But even when I was here with him, I wasn’t really here with him. I think he was the best dad that he could be under the circumstances, but in the end, I don’t really think he was a ‘dad’ if you know what I mean.”

  The silence was heavy as I continued to work.

  Finally, I made Darby turn over to expose his front side.

  “Lay on mostly your left side, and it’ll keep you from putting too much pressure on your back,” I suggested.

  Darby did a pushup into the couch and then sat all the way up, his face sporting a sheen of sweat.

  “You didn’t have a mom?” Candy asked.

  I shrugged as I cleaned and applied some Arnica gel to the bruises that I could see on Darby’s front.

  His nipples pebbled when I got the liquid close to his pecs, and I grinned.

  “I had a mom,” I said. “I saw her sometimes when we came to Houston. She would come see me, spend a couple of hours buying me shit at the mall, then return me to my dad. By the time I was around fifteen, though, she stopped doing that because she met a man that came home to her every night. He was an investment banker, and his danger levels are about a negative three. They have four kids now and live in the Highlands.”