Rugged Fire [Rugged Savage Valley, Colorado 4]

by Edith DuBois

  “Seb,” she choked out in panic. She held his waist, not sure if she meant to hold him away or pull him closer.

  But Seb didn’t give her a choice. He pushed his cock to the inner edge of her cunt. Not all the way but enough to stretch her uncomfortably. She let out a gasp of pain, and Seb held still. “Are you okay?” He smoothed a hand over her forehead. “Breathe, Lianne. Look at me and breathe.”

  She nodded and did as he said. After the first few tentative breaths, he said, “Okay?”

  When she breathed in again, he pushed himself further inside. Her instinct was to stiffen up, to clench and keep the thick, hard cock between her legs at bay, but in her heart and mind she wanted him deeper.

  “Relax, sweetie.” Seb leaned over and placed a warm, comforting kiss against her lips. She clung to that. She thrust her tongue up into him and pulled him hard against her mouth.

  “Push all the way in. Just…come on.”

  He grabbed her impatient, squirming hips and held her steady. The he shoved himself deep inside. His cock slipped as far as it could go, and Lianne had to bite back a scream. Her whole body began to tremble. She didn’t know if it was shock, pain, pleasure, or excitement. It could have been all, but she couldn’t hold still.

  “Keep going. Don’t stop, Seb.” She whimpered because he wasn’t moving. She needed the motion and the energy.

  She looked up at his beautiful face. His eyes were already on her. He was enjoying this, she could see. His brow was tense. The lines of his face were slightly drawn, and a slight sheen of sweat covered everything. She rose up to meet him, but somehow her body and mind weren’t together. Her motion was sharp and jerking. She couldn’t make anything smooth.

  She wanted this so much. It was too overwhelming, and she couldn’t even get it right. She didn’t know what to do with herself. She wanted Seb to enjoy it, wanted him to love it and love her and love them together, but she was failing. She could feel the awkwardness of her body, and it made her embarrassed, and it made her more awkward.

  She tried to thrust upward again, but it wasn’t right. The rhythm was off and her body jerked against his.

  “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I’m not good at this. I wanted to be good, but I’m not.” She tried moving again, but Seb reached down and grabbed her waist, holding her still.

  “Lianne, look at me.”

  She did.

  “Now you listen. You could be horrible. You could be the worst lover known to man, and you’d still be the best. Do you understand me? This is special. I know you know that, so relax. You’re fine.” He leaned close and whispered in her ear. “You’re beautiful.”

  She clenched her eyes shut tight. She couldn’t hear words like that. She’d build houses and families and years and everything she wanted on words like that, and she just couldn’t. Not right now. Not when she wasn’t strong enough to keep her hopes away.

  Seb pulled out slowly and then sank back in. His movement was precise and controlled, and that soothed her. He pulled out and pushed in. He pulled out and pushed in. He was so strong.

  “Wrap your legs around me.”

  When she did and he sank into her again, warmth blossomed in the depths of her pussy. His cock hit something sweet, and it sent a shudder through the walls of her cunt.

  “Oh.” The sound came from someplace primal and deep inside of her.

  Seb smiled. He knew exactly what he was doing.

  He hit the spot again. Without thinking, without wondering if it was right, her hips rolled up and met his. Their bodies kissed, and a wave of heat washed through her. She held on to him as his thrusting got faster, more demanding and more powerful. He was right. This was right. Everything felt right.

  The rhythm came to her, and soon her doubts and insecurities vanished into the haze of their lovemaking. All she could think about was Seb. She could only think about her body and his body and the way they were moving together.

  She began to tremble. “Seb.”

  She hardly recognized her own voice. It held so much inside of it, so much emotion and passion. It came from a part of her that had never existed before this moment. “Seb,” she said again. He pushed deeper. He owned her, every part of her, and he could have anything. She knew it. She knew that truth in the purest part of her soul. Maybe she’d always known it, but only now, now that their bodies were joined in this way, did she fully realize it. She belonged with him. She belonged with Will. She was theirs.

  Always.

  His hand reached between their bodies and toyed with her clit. She couldn’t handle that. Her pussy began to squeeze his huge cock. She recognized the fluttering, electrifying tingles dancing across her skin, and then he pressed harder on her clit.

  “I’m coming,” she whispered just before it hit. And then she cried out. She held him tight. She squeezed her arms and her legs around him. How could she ever let him go? How could she ever let this go?

  Seb crashed into her again and again, driving her orgasm to unimagined heights.

  With a groan, Seb pushed and held himself inside her cunt. The walls of her pussy were clamping. Her clit was on fire. Her whole body shook with their power of their joint climax. Seb’s hips jerked, and he pressed his forehead hard against hers as his body rode their pleasure.

  After a long moment, after the waves started to lessen, Seb relaxed. He kissed her between her eyebrows. He kissed her nose. He kissed her mouth. And then he pulled his cock out of her. She winced. It hurt. It felt good. She didn’t know.

  “I’ll be right back, sweetie.”

  The chilly air in the room shocked her hot, sweating body for only a moment, and then Will was next to her, holding her and keeping her warm. She rolled over so that they were both on their sides and facing each other. Will grabbed her hands and held them between their bodies. He kissed her knuckles and looked deep in her eyes.

  She saw something moving in his dark depths. She wished it was love. She wished more than anything it was love, but she knew it couldn’t be. Whatever it was, though, it belonged to her, and she would take it.

  She smiled. He smiled back.

  She’d never known such happiness could exist.

  * * * *

  Will was flat on his back. He stared up into the darkness. He could hear Lianne’s soft breathing beside him. Her hand still loosely held his, and he imagined Seb’s in her other. Even though he touched her, even though he’d felt her mouth around his cock, and even though he’d watched his brother fuck her only a few short hours ago, he couldn’t help thinking, is this woman real?

  Why had it taken him so long to see her?

  He wanted to roll over, this very second, and sink his cock into her silken cunt. And then he wanted to wake up with her in the morning. He wanted to drink coffee and talk and laugh with her. And next week he wanted to take her to the Christmas concert on the square. And then he wanted to have Christmas dinner with her and welcome the New Year. And he wanted to take her camping on Brown Trout Lake after the first spring melt. He wanted to be with her when she celebrated the grand opening of Lianne’s. And a year later, when she celebrated its anniversary, he wanted to be with her then, too.

  He didn’t know what it meant, didn’t know he would ever feel so strongly about anyone, but it was Lianne. She was more beautiful than any woman he’d ever met. He couldn’t believe how beautiful she was, and he couldn’t believe it had taken him this long to notice it.

  She squeezed his hand, startling him. “Are you awake?”

  “Yes,” he whispered.

  She rolled toward him. “There’s no way I could fall asleep right now.”

  He shook his head, but realizing she couldn’t see him, he squeezed her hand back. “I can’t either.”

  Seb let out a small snore behind her, making them both laugh silently. Lianne scooted closer, fitting her body snugly against his. She didn’t say anything and neither did he. They didn’t have to. She put her hand on his face and traced his features with a soft touch. He ran his han
ds over her ribs and hip and rump and thigh, and then he ran it back up again. She rubbed her feet against his. He couldn’t stop touching her.

  He put a hand on her petite breast and then rolled his thumb over her nipple. She’d been so ashamed the first time he touched these breasts, but now she let him without a word, without hesitation or apology. Her trust in him made his cock grow hard.

  He wanted her. Oh, how he wanted her.

  Seeming to read his mind, her hand snaked down between them and gripped his cock. Then she rolled her knuckles against his balls.

  “You’re so big,” she whispered. “Seb, too.” She continued to squeeze and massage him. “How will I ever sleep? I want to stay awake with you like this forever, Will.” Her voice was tight. “I need you.” She rolled on top of him. “Where are the condoms?”

  He pulled open a drawer on the nightstand, pulled one out, and handed it to her.

  “I can’t see. Help me put it on,” she whispered as her fingers fumbled around. A few moments later, when they’d gotten it on, she leaned forward slightly and aligned her pussy with the tip of his cock. An instant passed and then she sank down. Her soft sigh filtered through the darkness. He heard his own small grunt at the feel of her warmth all around him. Grabbing her hips as she leaned forward, he pulled her cunt down snug. Some of her hair tickled his face, and then she moved. They both moved. He pulsed up into her. She clamped around him. He held her but let her ride, loving the tight little breaths she released each time he pushed into her.

  She made him feel so good. His dick fit so well inside her, but more than that, she gave him so much of herself. With each pull and push, he could feel her heart and her soul in everything. She didn’t hold back. Didn’t try to be sexy or seductive or smooth. She was just herself—full of joy and passion. He felt himself responding to that, felt his own passion rising to meet hers. It was easy to let go with her. She invited him to do so in the way her lips lightly brushed his cheek and neck, in the way her small hands held on so fiercely to his shoulders, and in the way she was so absolutely unabashed. She was enjoying herself wholeheartedly, and so he did as well.

  He felt Seb stir beside them. “Couldn’t even wake me up first,” he muttered. He rifled through the nightstand.

  A few moments after that, Lianne suddenly stiffened, her body going still around his. “Seb! What are you—” She squealed and jerked up.

  “Hold still for one second,” Seb demanded with a sleep-roughened growl. “See if you like it at least.”

  “I can assure you. I do not want your fingers up there. Stop it. Stop it!”

  Seb let out an exasperated sigh. “And if I don’t get my fingers up there, how the hell do you expect me to get my cock up there?”

  “Your what?” she squeaked. By now, Lianne had completely stopped moving on top of him, but Will didn’t mind. Her pussy was still hot and tight. He knew they’d finish soon, and he was interested in the conversation. He loved her inexperience. He loved that she hadn’t thought about taking cock up her ass yet.

  “Here’s the thing,” Seb said. “There are two of us, but there’s only one of you. And since there’s only one of you, that means only one pussy for the both of us. Do you see where I’m going with this?”

  “No,” she replied stubbornly.

  “Sweetie, we want to make love to you at the same time.” Seb’s tone had shifted into something a little more cajoling, and Will bit back his snort of amusement. “Don’t you want to know what that’s like?”

  “Not if it means putting a dick up my ass, no I do not. I absolutely do not.”

  “Are you sure about that?”

  Lianne squirmed on top of him, and he figured Seb was giving her a little taste with his fingers.

  “Seb…don’t.”

  “Hush. Just enjoy it.”

  Will touched her clit, knowing the sensation of being touched in so many places would overwhelm her already overwrought nerve endings. As he hoped, she let out a sharp moan at his touch.

  “See, it’s not so bad,” Seb said. “Now, don’t go crazy, but I’m going to slip this finger inside now, okay?”

  Lianne didn’t say anything, but her hands tightened on Will’s shoulders.

  “Do you trust us?” Will said softly.

  “Yes, I do. God help me, I do.”

  “Then let us do this. We want to fill you up at the same time one day. We want you to connect us the way no other woman ever has.”

  “What do you mean?”

  He held her face. “We’ve never done that with any other woman. You would be our first.” And suddenly it hit him. She was it. She was the one. They’d never done that with another woman because deep down they were waiting. He hadn’t known it until that moment, but with her, he understood. This was the last woman he would ever be with, and that thought filled him up with such a radiant, fearsome joy he could hold still no longer.

  He slammed up into her.

  “Will.” She cried out his name, and he heard her soul in it.

  He knew exactly when Seb slipped his fingers inside her ass. She clenched around him and moaned. “Oh god,” she said, throwing her hips into their fucking with abandon. “More.” Will pressed and circled her clit. “More,” she said again. “Seb, please.”

  They all became frantic. Will lost all semblance of thought as his mind and body disappeared into Lianne and her pleasure, his pleasure, their pleasure. His balls grew heavy. He was so damn close. Squeezing her hips with his hands, he rocked up into her hard. He thrust and thrust until she sucked in a harsh breath, and he knew she’d reached her end. He came soon after, his cum bursting angrily out of his cock.

  After a long moment, after the raging diminished to a steady burn, Lianne pulled off and rolled onto her back. Seb had already gone to the bathroom to get a washcloth. When he returned, Will climbed out of bed to dispose of his condom. Afterward, he looked at himself in the mirror over the sink.

  You’re so gone.

  A huge smile lit up his face.

  Chapter Nine

  Lianne tiptoed downstairs. She knew it had to be close to five in the morning, but she’d awoken and realized her mouth was too dry.

  It was overwhelming. This couldn’t be her life. She couldn’t have just made love to Will and Seb Carson. That had to have been a dream. She didn’t know much about sex—practically nothing until about six hours ago—but it seemed like they’d enjoyed it. And that was just as hard to believe. They’d enjoyed it. They wanted her. And there were moments when Will had looked at her, when Seb held her gaze, where she thought surely.

  Surely they must care about me. This is real. This has to be.

  But she didn’t want to let herself hope too much. Everything felt precarious. She was too happy. She knew that if she felt this happy, if it all came crumbling down, she would be devastated. And so she’d woken up with a very dry mouth.

  The moment she stepped into the kitchen, light splashed across her face.

  “Oh!” she squeaked. Mrs. Carson stood in front of the fridge in her robe and slippers. At Lianne’s exclamation, she jumped and turned to face her.

  “Oh!” she squeaked back.

  They looked at each other for a moment. It was a little longer than necessary. It was a bit awkward.

  “Oh,” Mrs. Carson said again.

  Her insides clenched, and her face felt like flames. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know anyone would be down here,” she whispered.

  “Lianne, dear,” Mrs. Carson said, “don’t you dare apologize. Come give me a hug.”

  That was unexpected.

  But she did as Mrs. Carson asked, padding across the kitchen and wrapping the older woman up in her arms.

  “Oh dear.” Mrs. Carson pulled out of the hug but wrapped her fingers around each of Lianne’s arms. “You are much too thin. This will never do. I’d say ten pounds at least. I was just gonna whip up some eggs, but now I see that won’t be enough.” She let go of Lianne’s arms and began rummaging through the fridge
in earnest. “Pancakes or waffles? Eggs, bacon. Here’s some orange juice.” She pulled several items out and handed them to Lianne who placed them on the counter.

  “Oh, you don’t have to go to any trouble. I just came down for some water.”

  “Nonsense. You’ll need your energy if you plan on spending time with my boys. We want you healthy. You need some meat on your bones. Take my word for it. You will need your strength. You will need your stamina. Your will need your endurance. They have a lot of energy, those boys. And bear-shifters in general. Running here, there, and everywhere at any and all hours. Gallivanting and parading around doing no one knows what. A body gets worn out just trying to keep up.”

  Mrs. Carson began throwing ingredients together in a large bowl—flour, eggs, milk, baking soda, a pinch of cinnamon—all the while letting Lianne know the taxing nature of spending time with bear-shifters. A short while later, they were seated at the table with two plates full of pancakes, bacon, eggs, and fresh fruit. She was a bit hungry, she realized, and it was little wonder. Not after certain activities that she had engaged in. She choked on a giggle and stuffed a huge bite of pancake down her throat.

  “Thatta girl! Eat up, I say. You never know when the next meal will come. One can never count on these things. A body likes to eat at regular intervals. And it’s much healthier to do so, I must say, but still, plans can sometimes be thrown off route, and then it can be very tedious to try and get back on track.”

  After Lianne got a few more bites down and steered her thoughts away from subjects that ought to be ignored around the twins’ mother, Lianne said, “There is something I’m very curious about, Mrs. Carson.”

  “Yes, dear? What is it?”

  “I’m sure you know, but Noah and Carter Strong are my cousins.”

  “Oh yes! Quite! I do remember that. Your mother and their father were siblings, am I correct?”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  “I always did admire your mother. A very clever woman.”

  “Did you know her well?”