Fighting for Hazel [The Men of Treasure Cove 8] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Rebecca Joyce

  They hauled his ass into a room and forbade him to leave. They babysat him like a fucking child until Matthias showed up. The look on the man’s face was hard, calculating, and literally scared the shit out of him. That night, he agreed to change his life.

  That night his training began.

  Only halfway through it, he just prayed to anyone who would listen that he had the strength to keep his fucking mouth shut and the ability to keep his hands to himself. Because no matter what his head said, his heart still wanted her, and his cock agreed. The whole ride up the mountain, he had to sit behind her and endure the excruciating pain of her luscious ass rubbing against his rock-hard cock. Every time she shifted, he wanted to moan. Doing the only thing he could, he tightened his hold on her, prohibiting her from moving any further.

  She slowly tortured him, and there was not a damn thing he could do about it.

  Opening the door to the cabin, he entered to find her sitting on the floor. When she looked up at him with those beautiful green eyes of hers, his heart skipped a beat, and his cock damn near exploded. Every bit of training Matthias pounded into him fled. All he could think about was her luscious full lips around his cock, sucking him, licking him, and milking him as he came down her throat.

  And just like that, he erupted in his pants.

  Swiftly heading to the bathroom, he slammed the door behind him. He needed to get a hold of himself. He wasn’t a young buck anymore. He knew how to control his cock. He was better than that.

  She did that to him. She made him forget. She caused him to lose control.

  It was her fault.

  Turning on the shower, he quickly stripped out of his clothes. The sticky goo aggravated him as he peeled his boxers away. He didn’t need this shit. He wanted to move past her. Get on with his life. He didn’t want her having this imaginary hold over him anymore.

  He needed a clean break, and being cut off away from civilization was not helping.

  Stepping under the hot spray, he tried to calm his body. His cock was still hard. His chest was heaving, and his heart felt as if it were ready to leap out of his chest. Everywhere he turned, he saw her. He was losing his mind. He was going to go insane if he didn’t get the hell away from her.

  A man could only take so much, and he was at his limit. Grabbing his aching cock, he started to rub. Just to take the edge off, because if he didn’t he was afraid of what he might do to her. His emotions were running high. His mind raced with every possible way to have her writhing beneath him. He wanted her screaming his name, as he unleashed his cum deep into her womb. He wanted her belly round with his child, and he wanted her on her knees.

  God, he wanted to run his fingers through her thick red hair as he fucked her mouth. He wanted her submissive. That was something he knew she would never do. There wasn’t a submissive bone in Hazel’s body. She would fight him every step of the way. As much as he wanted her, he knew they would never work. He figured that out the hard way.

  The water from the showerhead was as hot as he could stand it. Steam swirled around and off his skin, clinging wetly to every surface, fogging the mirrors and the stall’s opaque walls. The pain from the heat soothed him. Dipping his head, letting the pulsing spray beat his tired muscles, he started to relax, allowing his tense and sore body try to uncoil as the heat invaded and smothered him.

  He stood there, letting the water pound right between his shoulder blades, his arm supporting him at the wall. Relishing the sensation as it cascaded around him, running down and around his body, washing away the stress of the last few hours as he slowly stroked his cock. Hanging his head, he closed his eyes and finally let go of his control as visions of her spun wildly in his head…

  The shower door opened slowly. He turned to find her standing there, naked, as the hot steam billowed around her. She smiled sweetly. He saw desire and lust in her eyes as she slowly moved toward him. Standing up straight, he moved to the side, making room for her.

  Unsure of what to do, he watched her as she touched her breasts, pinching her nipples.

  She licked her lips, and his mouth instantly watered.

  As she dropped to her knees before him, he didn’t move. She leaned forward and stuck her tongue out, touching the tip of his cock. She tasted his salty sweetness on her tongue. She moaned as he grabbed her hair. She looked up at him.

  He grinned as she rubbed his dick over her lips and up and down her cheeks. She never took her eyes off him as he rubbed his cock all over her face, marking her in his scent.

  “Open,” he growled. She instantly complied. She took his cock into her mouth, one small inch at a time.

  She didn’t stop.

  As he grabbed her head, she gasped. He pushed his dick further into her mouth until it hit the back of her throat. She tried to pull away, but he silently shook his head no.

  “Swallow,” he ordered. She took a deep breath and did as he demanded. She swallowed. He felt his cock slide down her throat. Surprised, her eyes widened as he slowly pulled back out.

  The sound of the shampoo bottle falling onto the floor snapped him out of his daydream as he quickly opened his eyes, gasping for air.

  His body was on fire. His cock taut and hurting, begging for release.

  “Hazel,” he moaned, grunting her name in agony. His hand vigorously stroked his cock. He threw his head back as streams of cum sprayed all over the wall. Thoughts of her still filtered through his mind.

  When the last spurt fell from the tip of his cock, he opened his eyes and sighed.

  He was still hard. He was screwed. There was nothing more he could do. He was just going to have to learn to live with a permanent hard-on for the rest of his time with her. The quicker he got her off this mountain and back to town, the better.

  Turning to grab the shampoo bottle that fell, he came face-to-face with those hauntingly beautiful green eyes.

  He saw only tranquility in her eyes, pure and simple joy. She moved to the side to give him room, and her beauty struck him yet again. She slowly, enticingly, licked her lips as she stepped forward toward him. The gentle bounce of her breasts had his heart beating so fast his first thought was of the movie Alien when the creature burst out of the chest. God he hoped that didn’t happen to him.

  Her skin flushed pink in the heat of the water, her flaming red hair framing her angelic face. He was transfixed and speechless.

  From the first moment he laid eyes on her, he knew there was never going to be anyone else for him. She was love, joy, spirit, and spunk all wrapped up into one amazing woman. After his fucking big mouth ruined any chance he had with her, he stayed hidden in the shadows, just watching from afar. He felt more like a fucking peeping tom than anything else. When his neighbor to the east, Travis Quinn, caught him spying on Hazel, well, the jerk just laughed his ass off.

  He didn’t know why she was in the shower with him, but looking at her naked body as water cascaded all around her, well, he wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth. He wanted her, that was for sure. Hell, if his dick got any harder, he was afraid it would pop off and poke her eye out!

  Taking a deep, calming breath, he whispered, “Hi.”

  When she didn’t say anything, he thought he had just made the biggest fucking mistake of his life. Instead, she moved directly in front of him, and with one of her dainty hands, she touched his chest.

  “I heard you,” she whispered.

  His breath hitched.

  She smiled up at him. “I’m sorry I was such a pain in the ass.”

  His heart stopped.

  “Let me make it up to you,” she said, her hand moving lower.

  He felt faint.

  Then she touched his dick. Stars burst in front of his eyes as he erupted spectacularly all over her hand and stomach. Grabbing a hold of the shower walls for support, he looked away, cursing himself, embarrassed and ashamed. He felt like running and hiding in shame for his inadequacies as she moved closer. Before he could apologize, she wrapped her arms around
him, and he felt her head against his chest. The softness of her breasts, her belly against his cock, her legs against his, seared him to her as if she welded herself against him.

  He felt whole and alive. Unconsciously, his hands roamed over her back, seeking to hold her tighter against him. Taking a deep breath, he smelled her hair, fragrant like flowers, filled the air around him, and deep into his soul. She never said anything, as the soft tickle of her breath warmed his chest. Wrapping his arms tight around her, he leaned down and kissed the top of her head.

  “I’m sorry I’m such a jackass,” he said softly, knowing he needed to apologize, for everything. How long they stayed there wrapped in each other’s embrace, he didn’t know, nor did he care. She moved out of his embrace, and an innocent smile appeared on her face.

  He wanted so much to ask her what she was thinking, if she was upset because of his lack of couth and manners, but he didn’t. Standing there, he stared as she grabbed a rag and lathered it with soap. Turning back to him, she started to bathe him gently.

  Closing his eyes as her hands roamed freely over his tight body, he felt his cock harden. Standing stock-still, her fingertips trailed down his stomach. He had come to one conclusion, that he was in hell, and he had no fucking idea what to do. Oh, he knew what he wanted to do, but when dealing with Hazel, everything he wanted to do backfired horribly.

  Her movements stopped suddenly. He looked down to see her amused and mischievous smile as she brazenly looked at his dick. Rinsing the washcloth, she gathered more soap and reached under his cock, cradling and massaging his balls. He groaned but never took his eyes off her.

  She looked up at him and grinned. “Steven?”

  “Yes,” he replied cautiously.

  “Breathe.”

  It was then that he realized that he had been holding his breath the whole time.

  Doing as she suggested, he took a breath, and instantly, feelings and emotions foreign to him flooded his body. He felt her grab his cock. It hardened even further. The blood pumped into his shaft, and she caressed it, washed it, and stroked it.

  Her tiny hand carefully encircled his erection, squeezing the firm, rigid shaft. The head of his cock glistened as it aimed at her full breast.

  He grunted, as she started to slide her hand up and down, casually stroking his cock.

  “Harder,” he moaned, and instantly felt the pressure of her grip tighten around his cock. Her other hand slipped between his legs, fondling his balls.

  His breath hitched. Electricity ran through him each time she pumped his shaft. He never took his eyes off her. She was a witch, and she firmly had him under her spell. He moaned as a single drop of pre-cum slowly leaked from the tip of his shaft. She looked up at him and grinned.

  With a gleam in her eyes, she said, “Don’t forget to breathe, Steven.”

  All thoughts fled. She bent forward at the waist and licked the drop of cum from the head as she swirled and licked his cock. He had dreamt of this moment since the first time she told him to go to hell. He imagined all sorts of scenarios, but never once did he think he would be standing in the shower with the beautiful redhead who he loved.

  Still unsure on how to proceed with her, he slowly moved his hands, threading his fingers into her wet hair. She looked up at him and smiled. The tip on his cock rested on her luscious lips. If he could frame this moment, he would. He wanted it burned into his mind forever.

  He was close to coming again, but somehow, by the grace of God, he managed to hold it off. Reaching under her chin, he lifted her face as he bent down and captured her mouth.

  The kiss was blistering. Driven by a primitive passion, he cupped his hands around her face, his tongue penetrating her mouth vigorously. Following the intense feeling deep in his gut, Steven moved his hands down her body, across the slope of her breasts. His fingers brushed against the full mounds. Trailing his fingers gently down around her ribs to the smooth small of her back, he never stopped kissing her. His rough hands gripped her ass, pulling her even tighter against his erection that had lodged itself firmly against her belly. Squeezing and massaging her firm ass, he deepened his kiss as she hooked one of her slender legs around his, grinding her bare pussy into his thigh. He could feel her moist heat as her hips began a slow, rhythmic movement.

  Kissing her chin, her eyes, her cheeks, he moved slowly toward her ears. He heard her soft moan as he reached her throat. Nipping and licking, his teeth and tongue tasted her as he gently sucked on her neck. Her soft moans of pleasure excited him, spurring him forward, heightening his own desire.

  Wanting her, needing to taste her, Steven gave in to his desires and pulled away from her. Placing her hand on the small towel bar, he dropped to one knee, grabbed her leg, and placed it over his shoulder, as he trailed kisses down her stomach, her hips, all the way to the promised land between her legs.

  He breathed her in as he rubbed his face against her pussy. She tasted erotically sweet. His mouth watered. He could no longer wait. He needed to taste her. With a deliberate lick, he separated her puffy pussy lips, tasting the sweet honey that was Hazel. Savoring her taste, he memorized her scent, branding it to his soul. She was his.

  Licking and lapping at her cunt, his tongue invaded her moist center as it swirled about. He kept his face pressed against her pussy. He replaced his tongue with his finger, slowly sinking into her core. His tongue slipped and darted in and out of her wetness, running up and down her inner lips, even as his finger twisted and gently moved in and out of hot pussy. Eager to play with her nub, he licked at her hood, finding her swollen clit. She cried out as he flicked it.

  Looking up, he only saw hunger on her face as she looked down at him with desire. Returning to her, he gave her pussy long, full licks as he took her clit between his lips and sucked. Her cries were coming in earnest as he continued to learn what pleased her and what drove her crazy. Her moans directed him as her pleasure heightened his.

  Inserting a second finger, he pumped the digits as his tongue lavished hot affection on her clit. Her pussy started to feel hotter as a pressure began to grip his fingers. He was amazed and in awe as her body responded to him. Continuing devotion, he started to feel her orgasm as it built like a wave about to crest over the shore.

  She suddenly tensed while he pumped his fingers into her. He looked up as her pleasure peaked, her pussy clinched around his fingers. She screamed out, and she rode the wave. Quickly returning to her pussy, he licked and drank her essence from her as another small orgasm washed over her. He did this. He brought her to this pleasure, and he wanted more. He wanted to feel her tight cunt gripping him as it did his fingers. He needed to bury his cock deep in her and feel her heat wrap him in its warmth.

  “Fuck me, Steven,” she said breathlessly in the heat, sweat, and sex-scented steam.

  Standing up, he pulled her hard against him. Pushing her against the shower wall, he grabbed her ass, hauling her up. She wrapped her legs around him. His cock was so fucking hard, he didn’t know how long he would last, but by god, he was going to feel her grip him, or he would die this very moment. He didn’t stop her when she reached between them, grabbed his cock, and placed it at her entrance. After a year of waiting and wondering if it would ever happen, Steven slowly sank his cock into the tightest pussy ever. It took everything in him not to shoot his load at that very moment.

  “Breathe, baby, I’ve got you,” she moaned, wrapping her arms around his neck as she slowly started to move her hips, taking him deeper into her.

  Grunting and groaning, Steven stood there, letting her take the lead as she moved on him. If he were to die today, he would die a happy man. She was unlike anything he ever thought possible. So many emotions and feelings trickled over him. Sensations so seductive, he couldn’t fucking breathe.

  The intense heat of her pussy completely overpowered the heat from the shower. He felt little tiny tremors of pleasure quaking within her as she squeezed and manipulated her pussy around him. Tightening his hold on her ass, he began
to thrust in and out of her harder, moving faster. He couldn’t think anymore.

  A hunger for what he knew was coming drove him to madness.

  He heard her moans and cries, but that no longer mattered. He was lost in the ecstasy of the moment. He felt his cock getting harder as he pounded into her hot cunt. He wanted this moment to last forever. When he felt the familiar pull of his balls, he let go of everything. It was his turn as he rode the wave of desire, thrusting hard and deep into her.

  His orgasm hit him like a flash fire, burning quickly through him. He growled out his release, shooting jet after jet of his cum deep within her. Just when he thought it couldn’t get any better, he felt her pussy tighten again as the last stream of cum left his dick. Her hot channel clenched him, milking more from his drained balls.

  Panting hard, he dropped his head to her shoulder, gasping for air.

  “I told you to breathe,” she said, gasping herself.

  Grinning, Steven lifted his head and gently kissed her upturned lips. She was sexy as hell and funny. How he had gotten so lucky to fall for this amazing woman, he would never know. Slowly easing himself out of her, he lowered her legs to the shower floor and asked, “What do we do now?”

  “Whatever you want.” She smiled up at him.

  “Can I have five minutes first? I am still trying to get my legs to work.”

  Her laughter was instantaneous. Before he knew it, he, too, was laughing.

  * * * *

  Reaching for a towel, Hazel wrapped herself in its softness. Stepping out of the shower, she sat on the bed. She had known when he walked in the door of the cabin that something was wrong. She’d seen it clearly on his face. Yet, when she expected him to rant and curse, he silently looked at her as if she caused his pain. She never wanted to hurt him. They had done enough of that over the last year. However, when he bolted from the room, disappearing into the bathroom, she could have sworn the agony was not just something she caused.