by BJ Wane
“You’re a good man, Drake, and nothing you’ve done has changed that.”
Her simple answer had crumbled the last of his defenses, and he’d insisted on not waiting any longer to bind her to him. They came out in the steam-shrouded grotto, the rise in temperature bringing a flush and sheen of perspiration to her face.
“This is gorgeous,” she breathed, shucking her jacket and toeing off her boots. “That water looks too inviting to wait a second longer.”
Drake waited, enjoying her quick striptease and the view as she turned, bent at the waist, and shimmied out of her jeans. Pulling a lubed condom from his pocket, it was all he could do to temper his lust and the need to take her ass hard and deep. Even with the daily prep of a butt plug, he wouldn’t risk harming her by getting that aggressive. They could work up to more rigorous anal play, but today, he’d just take a taste of that as-yet-untouched orifice.
“Stay close to the edges, Roz. There are a few spots too hot to do anything except wade through,” he warned, adding extra lube to his condom-covered erection then following her into the bubbling, heated water.
Skimming her palms on top of the swirling natural bath, she turned her head, wearing one of her quirky grins. “Can it ever be too hot?” As she reached the other side, she braced her hands on the smooth stone ledge and stuck her hips out. “You promised me everything today, Drake, and I’m holding you to it.”
Was it any wonder he couldn’t resist her from day one? He waded behind her, gripped her hips, and slid his cock up between her buttocks, back and forth across her anus.
“Even that feels good,” she whispered, arching her back, the muscles in her slim arms shaking.
“Hold that thought.” Sucking in a deep breath, he prodded her rear hole, breaching the tight resistance on the third push. Working in two inches, he pulled out, then went a little deeper. The snugness of her tight, dark channel, her soft mewls of pleasure, shifting feet, and the way she was swirling her dangling, pin-pointed nipples through the water threatened his control. “You’re making this difficult,” he growled, pumping into her ass with a few shallower dips. “So, that’s all for now.”
“What?” Roz started to straighten as he pulled out, but the hard swat he delivered to her right buttock kept her in place. “Crap, you can’t mean to stop now, Drake.”
“Only with step one, baby.” After tossing the condom, he surged into her dripping pussy, tiny sparks licking up and down the length of his cock as she gripped him with her slick, swollen muscles.
“Oh, well,” she gasped, arching her back, “why didn’t you say so?”
“I just”—he pulled out and bounced against her womb with the next plunge—“did.”
Roz giggled then sucked in a deep gulp of warm moist air as he pummeled her sheath with rigorous strokes that brought her to her toes with each thrust. The more she fucked him, the more she wanted, her body never staying sated for long. Aislyn and Olivia had said during one of their talks in the last few weeks that it continued to be the same for them. Her pussy rippled around his bare thick cock, her skin turning as hot as the water swirling around her upper thighs and teasing her nipples.
She never imagined finding such bliss when she’d set out to mark off her bucket list, and the more Drake had revealed about his tortured past, the more she wanted him with every fiber of her being. Shaking under the assault of his steely cock pounding into her, she gave her body and mind over to the pleasure bursting forth in tight, hot convulsive spasms, thinking nothing could feel better until his sharp teeth sank into her shoulder.
Roz screamed, bucking with the burst of euphoric, mind-numbing bliss, his quick, painful bite sending her into a new orbit she wallowed in for as long as possible. By the time she came out of the fog, he was sitting with her cuddled on his lap on one of the stone seats inside the pool.
Rubbing her face against his hair-roughened chest, she traced a finger over his tattoo, sucking in enough air to whisper, “Drake?”
His arms tightened around her. “I love you, baby.”
Sighing, she mumbled, “I can work with that.”
****
Thanksgiving
Marshall McCullough parked the Jeep in front of their old homestead, the sprawling ranch home where he and Sarah had raised their three boys and daughter. Looking around at the pristine upkeep, he wondered what his oldest son, Gavin, wanted to talk about on this holiday visit.
“Shall we see what they’ve been up to since we were here last summer?”
Sarah turned to him, her face lined with worry. “Gavin hasn’t been the same since he returned when you retired,” she said, getting out of the Jeep. “And neither has Cody. Then there’s Drake’s issues…”
Taking her hand, he tugged her up the steps. “No sense in speculating, or fretting. Let’s go on in and have a nice dinner. They’ll talk when they’re ready.”
Marshall knocked out of courtesy since his son now owned the house, but, when no one answered, he went inside and followed the sound of both male and female voices, his curiosity jumping up a notch. They hadn’t mentioned having guests, and Jan wasn’t here yet.
At the end of the entry hall, he came to an abrupt halt, his wife’s surprised gasp matching his reaction at seeing the three young women in their sons’ embraces. “What the hell?”
“Oh, Marshall. They’re beautiful.”
Sarah’s wobbly voice drew his head around, the soft glow of happiness on her face one he hadn’t seen in a long time. His heart somersaulted as he leaned his head down, the sheen of tears in her eyes worrying him. “Sarah, they’re human.”
She shook her head, her eyes glued to their children. “They, our boys, they look so happy.” She hiccupped, her eyes shifting from the couples to his face. “It’s been so long since any of them smiled like this, or laughed. And look at our Drake. When was the last time you saw him so relaxed, so content?”
Marshall shoved aside his misgivings and turned around, this time spotting the telltale mark on the redhead’s shoulder as her sweater slipped to the side. “They’ve marked them, they know, and they’re still here.”
Sarah giggled, grabbing his arm. “It’s a time to give thanks, and I’m going in there and thanking each one of those girls for giving me back my sons. Then, when Jan arrives, our family will be complete. What more can you ask for?”
From the moment he’d met her, Marshall couldn’t deny Sarah anything. The shine in her eyes was worth forgetting about drilling the boys about their choices. Sarah was right, as always.
Now was a time for thanks, and the start of a new era.
I live in the Midwest with my husband and our Goldendoodle. I love dogs, enjoy spending time with my daughter, grandchildren, reading and working puzzles.
We have traveled extensively throughout the states, Canada and just once overseas, but I now much prefer being homebody.
I worked for a while writing articles for a local magazine but soon found my interest in writing for myself peaking.
My first book was strictly spanking erotica, but I slowly evolved to writing steamy romance with a touch of suspense. My favorite genre to read is suspense.
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VIRGINIA BLUEBLOODS SERIES
Blindsided
Bind Me to You
Surrender to Me
Blackmailed
Bound by Two
MURDER ON MAGNOLIA ISLAND TRILOGY
Logan
Hunter
Ryder
MIAMI MASTERS SERIES
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br /> Bound and Saved
Master Me, Please
Mastering Her Fear
Bound to Submit
His to Master and Own
Theirs To Master
COWBOY DOMS SERIES
Submitting to the Rancher
Submitting to the Sheriff
Submitting to the Cowboy
Submitting to the Lawyer
Submitting to Two Doms
Submitting to the Cattleman
Submitting to the Doctor
COWBOY WOLF SERIES
Gavin (Book 1)
Cody (Book 2)
SINGLE TITLES
Claiming Mia
Masters of the Castle: Witness Protection Program
Dangerous Interference
Returning to Her Master
Her Master at Last