by HELEN HARDT
Now what had I done? The thought of her leaving tore me in half. “Look, Marjorie wants you here.”
“But clearly you don’t.”
“The ranch is one quarter mine, but it’s also one quarter Marjorie’s. So if she wants you here…”
“If she wants me here, what? You’ll put up with it? How noble of you.”
“I want you here,” I whispered under my breath.
She kept moving about the room, so I knew she hadn’t heard. Thank God.
She walked into her adjoining bathroom and said over her shoulder, “I need to get ready for work. Please let yourself out.”
The whoosh of the shower sailed into the bedroom. She was naked now, rivulets of water meandering over her perfect body. My cock was granite. God, I wanted her.
I was going to take her.
I quickly strode to her bedroom door and locked it. Then I took off my T-shirt and pajama pants and walked into the bathroom. God bless my father for installing clear glass shower doors. None of that frosted glass in his house. I could see her clearly, her mahogany hair wet and slick, pasted over her shoulders and breasts. So beautiful.
I had to have her. I opened the shower door.
She gasped, nearly losing her footing. I grabbed her forearm and steadied her.
“Get out of here! What do you think you’re doing?”
“Joining you.” I stepped into the shower.
“I’ll scream, Talon. I’ll wake up the whole household.”
“Felicia’s not here yet, and Marjorie could sleep through World War III, as you probably know.”
“Still, I’ll—”
I crushed my lips to hers. She opened for me almost immediately. Yes, she wanted this as much as I did. A quickie in the shower and then maybe a nice long romp on her bed. After that, I would be sated. I could go on with my life, and she hers.
I thrust my hard cock against her soft belly, wanting so much to be inside her. But not quite yet. I needed her soft lips on me.
I brushed my fingers up her arms to her shoulders, softly gripping them. “Get on your knees. Suck me.”
“You’re kidding right? After you just—”
I stopped her with a finger to her lips. “Please,” I whispered.
Her eyes softened, and she obeyed, dropping and taking the head of my bobbing cock between her beautiful red lips. I closed my eyes and leaned back, letting the water pelt my face as she kissed and licked my cock, her lips like heaven. She fisted me at the base, pulling my skin taut as she moved her mouth up and down over my erection.
I was ready to blow. But I had to get inside her. Inside that sweet, wet pussy. On the other hand, I could shoot my load down her throat, and by the time we had dried off and gotten to the bed, I would be ready for her again. In my soul, I knew this.
I feared I would never get enough of her.
I abruptly stopped that line of thought, concentrating on her dazzling lips sucking my cock. This would be it. This had to be it. This quickie in the shower and then a long and amazing fuck on her bed. We had time. She didn’t have to be at work until nine, and I had hired help who would cover for me in the fields. Not a problem.
“God, that feels so good,” I rasped. “Yeah, baby, suck my cock. Take all of me.”
I grabbed the back of her head, entwining my fingers in her soft, wet hair. Gently, I began moving her head back and forth to my rhythm. She didn’t resist me.
What a gift. She wilted to my will. Let me take what I needed.
Take what you need from me. The words she had said to me last night.
“Baby, baby, I need to fuck you now. Come here.” I drew her to her feet and then lifted her, setting her down on my cock. “Ahhh…” The sigh left my lips in a groan. “So good. You fit me like a glove. A perfectly fitted glove.”
She sighed into my neck, giving me little nibbles. I trembled, my legs threatening to give way, but I stood firm. Had to. Had to have her… Now… In the shower… So good… I lifted her and brought her back down upon my cock—up, down, up, down—oh, God, what a good little fuck she was.
“Talon,” she said into my neck. “Take me, Talon.”
“Yeah, baby, I’m taking you. I’m taking you into the goddamn stars.”
“I feel so good. You feel so good inside me.”
“That’s right, baby. Let me fuck that sweet pussy of yours. So good.”
I lasted longer this time. But damn, not by much. When my balls tightened, I knew I was about to explode. No condom again, but who the fuck cared? We were both clean, no chance of pregnancy—
“God!” I cried out as I filled her with my semen.
She sighed against my neck. “Yes, Talon, Inside me. Inside me.”
When I finally regained my senses, she was weeping against my neck. Had she even had an orgasm? How selfish was I?
She released her legs from around me, and I set her gently on the shower floor.
“Why are you crying?” I asked.
“Because… Because…”
I wasn’t going to push it. “I’m sorry, Jade. I should’ve let you come first.”
She shook her head. “I don’t care about that.”
“You don’t care if you come?”
“Well, I care.” She bit her lip. “It’s just that…this wasn’t about me, Talon. This was about you.”
Chapter Eleven
Jade
He looked down at me, those brown eyes blazing. The shower still pelted us with droplets of water. I blinked the wetness out of my eyes.
Was he going to get weird again now that he was done? What was he thinking? I could ask, but I wouldn’t get a direct answer.
Since I didn’t know what else to do, I grabbed my shampoo off of the bath shelf. I hadn’t washed my hair or my body yet. I was still warming up when he’d walked in on me. I squeezed a good amount into my palm, rubbed it between my hands, and smoothed it over my wet hair.
“Let me do that for you.” Talon threaded his strong fingers through my hair and massaged the shampoo into my scalp.
I trembled, nearly losing my footing. Such a tender thing from someone who didn’t seem to have much tenderness to give. Or maybe he had a lot of tenderness to give but just didn’t know how to give it. Seven years with Colin, and he had never washed my hair. We’d taken our share of showers together over the years, but that was only to fuck. We washed ourselves.
I closed my eyes and let his magic fingers take me to another world. He continued massaging, slowly but firmly, and kept at it long after my hair was clean. The suds dripped over my forehead and into my eyes. Now I couldn’t open my eyes without rinsing off my face first. But I had no desire to open my eyes as long as he was massaging me.
Finally, he turned me around so I was facing the pelting water, pushed my head slightly down, and rinsed my hair. A few moments later, he turned me back around and toweled off my eyes with the edge of a soft bath linen.
More tenderness. Next, he squirted some conditioner into his hand, rubbed his hands together, and smoothed it over my hair, making sure to get it all over the ends.
I couldn’t help a small smile. I picked up the shampoo and squirted some more into my hand. “Now you.”
“That’s okay.”
“Please. I want to. Let me.”
He was so tall that I had to stand on tiptoe to give him as good a massage as he had given me. As if reading my mind, he bent his knees slightly, and I was able to thoroughly wash his hair. So thick, such a rich dark brown, almost black. His eyebrows were thick and black also, but perfectly shaped, no unibrow in sight. Did he have them waxed? The image of rugged Talon with little wax strips on his brows made me smile. Clearly he didn’t manscape. His chest was perfect—just enough dark hair that he looked like a man. I looked down to the thick black bush surrounding his cock. Nope, no manscaping needed. He was perfect just as he was.
When he bent over, I rinsed his hair and then dried his eyes as he had mine. Next, we each took some body wash and rubbed it al
l over each other, scrubbing ourselves clean together.
“Done?” I asked.
He nodded. I turned off the water, tossed him a towel, and grabbed one for myself. I wrapped it around my body as I always do and then took another one, making a turban out of it to dry off my hair. He simply toweled his hair dry, and it fell in wet waves against his neck.
He was so beautiful. Those dark eyes—I could look into them forever and never tire of them.
I shook my head. “Well, I have to get ready for work.”
“Not quite yet.”
I arched my eyebrows. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, I’m not done with you yet. And you’re not going anywhere until I am.”
“Ryan expects me there at nine.”
“It’s seven. It takes you a half hour to drive over to the winery. You’re already washed.”
“I have to dry my hair and—”
His mouth came down on mine. I sighed into him. Again… Had he just said we were over? Had he just said… Oh, hell, I didn’t care. I would take what I could of him. This would clearly never be a real relationship. He was wrestling too many demons, or so it certainly seemed. I could at least enjoy the present. I had never been so attracted to a man. This—whatever it was between us—made my entire relationship with Colin seem like a middle school crush.
Talon was still naked, and he wrested the towel from around me. It dropped to the floor in a plush red puddle. My turban still bound my hair, but he made short work of that also, pulling it off. My wet tresses clung to my shoulders and back.
The kiss became more urgent. He nibbled at my tongue, my lips, my nipples hardening into sharp knobs pressed into his gorgeous chest. My pussy was throbbing, I wanted him so badly. Our mouths still melded, he began walking forward, forcing me backward into the bedroom, until the back of my knees hit my mattress. He pushed me down, still kissing me, his body on top of mine. He braced himself on his elbows so his weight wouldn’t crush me.
And still we kissed, a drugging kiss, a kiss that left nothing unsaid. A kiss of want, of ache, of desire and passion. He took from me with that kiss, and I opened my mouth to him and took from him as well.
When he broke the kiss and inhaled, he clamped his lips onto my neck, sucking on me, kissing me.
“Mine,” he growled.
Did he even know what he’d just said? I wasn’t sure, but I didn’t rightly care at the moment. He continued kissing down the front of me until he reached one of my turgid nipples. He sucked it into his mouth hard, and I squealed. The pain lasted only for a moment, and then unbridled pleasure coursed through me, landing right in my pussy. God, I must be soaking wet. This was so crazy, but what was happening seemed so right.
Just go with it, Jade. Enjoy.
As he sucked on one nipple, he pinched the other between his thumb and forefinger. The pleasure shot straight between my legs. I fluttered my eyes closed. I needed this so much. Needed him so much…
I opened my eyes quickly. No, you don’t need him. Just enjoy. Savor this moment. It probably won’t happen again.
I closed my eyes again and let the feelings take me. He released my nipple and rained hard kisses down my belly to my vulva.
“So hot, baby. I love how you shave down here. So fucking hot.” He flicked his tongue over my clit.
I nearly shattered.
He plunged two fingers into my heat. “I want to fill you up, baby. I want my cock everywhere, in your mouth, in your pussy, in your ass. I want to take you everywhere. Want to mark you. Mine.”
And I exploded against his fingers.
“Yeah, baby, come for me.” He jammed his fingers against my G-spot, rubbing, rubbing, rubbing…
My whole body clenched, every cell sizzling, illuminating, pushing outward. Nirvana. I was flying, soaring to the stars.
“God, so hot.”
High, higher still. His fingers still abrading the anterior of my pussy, my walls still spasming, my body still floating, electricity still surging through my cells…until…
“Talon! I…can’t…take…”
“Oh, yes, you can, baby. You can take it all.” He continued finger-fucking me, hitting that spot again, again, again, again…
The orgasms kept coming, ripping through me like lightning. This orgasm was rapturous.
“Please… Please… Enough…”
“I owe you. You didn’t come in the shower.”
That was what this was about? “Talon, please… Inside me… Now.”
Finally, he released me, pulling out his fingers. He crawled up over me and stuffed his cock into me.
“Ah,” he groaned. “Yeah, baby, it’s so good.” He kissed my lips, my cheeks, and then trailed over to my ear. “Did you like that, blue eyes? All those orgasms? Do you even know how hot you are?”
Oh…my…God. All I could think of was his perfect huge cock burning me and fucking me and plunging in and out. Never had I felt so full, so complete. This man’s cock was pure heaven. If only this could last forever…
But it wouldn’t.
Stop it, Jade. Just enjoy the moment for as long as it lasts.
I whimpered when he withdrew his cock.
He lay down on his back. “Get on top of me. I want to watch you ride me.”
I obeyed, sinking down onto his hardness. God, it felt so good. I wanted to sit for a few moments, just savoring the fullness, but the urge to thrust soon overwhelmed me. I rose and went down, rose again. Soon his hips followed my movements, thrusting, plunging, pushing, fucking. So, so good.
“You’re beautiful, Jade.” He cupped my breasts, pinching my nipples lightly. “Your breasts—I’ve never seen any so perfect.”
He sat up, our chests meeting, and plunged up into me. After a few moments of that, he lifted me off of him.
“Get on your hands and knees.”
No sooner had I complied than he plunged into me from behind. Doggy-style. Wow, a different angle made all the difference. A sharp slap on my ass brought me almost to the edge again. He fucked me hard, driving into me, his cock completing me. And when those tingles crept across my skin—
I jerked when a soft caress drifted over my anus.
“Easy, baby. Has anyone taken you here? Anyone taken this gorgeous ass?”
“N-No.”
He continued fucking me. “It will be mine. Only mine.”
No one would ever fuck me there. But I didn’t need to say that right now.
“Yeah, baby. Feels so good. I love fucking you.”
He continued pounding me, pounding me, pounding me until—God, did I have anything left?—I exploded into another climax, this one radiating from my nerves inward to my pussy, convulsing, throbbing, resonating throughout my entire core. I screamed and buried my face in the covers, hoping to muffle myself.
“That’s it, baby. You scream. Show me you like it.”
He kept thrusting, thrusting, thrusting… He had just come in the shower, so he probably still had a long way to go.
As much good as it was, my body was tired, sated, I was ready to be—
“Fuck!” He pounded into me one last time, hard, and released, keeping his cock lodged in me. With every convulsion, every spurt of his seed, my pussy became more his.
Only his.
When he finally withdrew, I straightened my legs and collapsed on my belly. God. I needed to go to sleep, but I had to get to work.
And what was Talon going to do? Was he now going to become distant as usual?
I didn’t know, and I was too relaxed and sated to care. If only I didn’t have to go to work today, I would lie there and bask in the beauty of what had just occurred.
The weight on the bed shifted, and I looked up. Talon had risen and was putting on his pajama pants. He looked down at me.
“That should do it,” he said.
“That should do what?”
He didn’t respond. He simply pulled his T-shirt over his head and left my bedroom.
Chapter Twelve
Talon
I walked back to my own bedroom.
And already I wanted her again.
What would it take to get rid of this need? This all-consuming ache for another person? I didn’t even know her very well yet.
I had taken her this morning, just as I’d taken every other woman who came to my bed. She hadn’t offered herself to me like they had, but I had taken her anyway. She hadn’t resisted, but still I felt a twinge of guilt. For some reason, I didn’t want to just take her. I wanted it to be mutual. I wanted her to want me as much as I wanted her—which was really odd, since most women wanted me way more than I wanted them. I was simply taking care of the physical need. But with Jade…
Damn. A flaw in my reasoning emerged. I kept thinking that if I could have her once, and then once more, I would get rid of this all-consuming need. The problem was, the more I had her, the more I seemed to want her.
I was screwed. Completely screwed.
She wouldn’t allow me to fuck her forever. She would eventually either tell me to stop, or she would want more—a relationship. And that was the one thing I couldn’t give her. I had no business being in a relationship with anyone. Not when I was so messed up.
Shit. I had to get out to the orchards. Check on everything. But I needed some alone time first. I quickly texted my foreman and told him I’d be an hour or so late coming down. Then I opened the door to my room, shut and locked it, and lay down on my bed, closing my eyes. Roger jumped up and snuggled at my feet.
Maybe just another hour of sleep—if I could be so lucky.
“Hey, handsome.” Julie grabbed my arm and pulled me into her apartment. “Long time no see. Whatcha been up to?”
The little cocktail waitress was still hot as hell. Small in stature but nice and curvy, she wore a tight T-shirt and athletic shorts.
I didn’t answer her. I wasn’t in the mood to talk. I was in the mood to fuck—to fuck the memory of Jade Roberts right out of my head. After a hard day in the orchard, I’d driven to Grand Junction for a quick bite to eat and hopefully a quicker romp in the sack.