His Unexpected Love

by Anya Summers

  He bit down on the bud and she screamed. He felt her pussy contract around his tongue as he thrust inside and lapped at her cream. And then he couldn’t wait anymore.

  He strode around toward the front of the bench, throwing off his tank top as he went, until he stood before her. Carter shoved his shorts and boxers down, exposing his cock. Her heated gaze caused more cum to leak from his crown.

  “Open up for me, darlin’,” he said through gritted teeth, his dick fisted in one hand while he cupped her head with the other. He didn’t have to ask her twice. Jenna’s mouth dropped open wide and he inserted the head. He hissed at the way her tongue caressed his crest, lapping up the pre-cum with relish. She swished her tongue around the tip playfully before she closed her lips around him like a vise grip and suctioned his shaft inside her mouth.

  He thrust, loving the feel of her surrounding him. Jenna was a vision, strapped on all fours, as he stuffed his cock in her wet heat. She moaned around his dick, obviously as aroused as he was. Carter pumped his hips, his hands cradling her head as he rammed his dick between her lips.

  The way she sucked his cock—hollowing her cheeks and then, when he was deep inside, sucking his member hard—nothing could drag him away. And her hot little mouth was ripping his control to smithereens. But he didn’t want to come there.

  He withdrew his erection from her eager lips. At her needy whimper, pleasure speared him.

  He walked around Jenna’s restrained form until he was between her thighs. Lining up the head of his cock, he stroked it over her drenched folds. Then Carter drove his erection inside Jenna.

  “Oh god,” she screamed and climaxed around his shaft.

  Her pussy clasped around his cock and he held still, waiting for her flutters to subside. His hands went to her hips as he started shuttling his length in and out. Hot fucking silk gripped his dick and nearly made his knees buckle at the pleasure. Carter’s beast clamored to the forefront and slashed at his composure as he thrust.

  He wanted to imprint himself on her. Make her body know who its true Master was and be the one she craved.

  Carter fucked her, jackhammering his shaft inside her, violently pumping his pelvis with brutal force. Jenna’s cries of ecstasy spurred his beast on. He dug his fingers into her hips as he shuttled his cock inside her. Jenna wailed in a frenzy.

  She canted her hips as much as the restraints would allow and met his thrusts, obviously craving release. Carter withdrew his erection from Jenna’s pussy. Pouring lube over his cock, he placed the tip at her back hole. Jenna bucked, going wild, and he worked his fat cock inside her ass.

  He loved this sight, seeing his erection disappear inside her ass. The sounds Jenna emitted were nearly animalistic. He felt his control slip with every thrust of his cock inside her taut channel.

  He smacked her ass and Jenna keened, “Carter.”

  Then she was coming, her ass squeezing his cock in hard spasms as she came. It was all too much. His control decimated, pleasure exploded inside him as his climax hit and he saw stars.

  “Jenna,” he roared as his semen filled her ass. He proceeded to pump until every drop had been expelled from his shaft.

  He leaned over her, still embedded, and gripped her head. He turned her face toward his and slanted his mouth over hers. In that simple touch, Carter knew she hadn’t been the only one who’d been claimed, for she had laid siege and wrapped herself around his being.

  Then he was undoing her restraints and helping her off the horse. He helped her dress when her legs wobbled like a new born foal’s. It gave him a sense of deep-seated male pride to see that he affected her so deeply.

  They climbed back into the cart, but Carter wanted her seated with him for the rest of their drive. He pulled her onto his lap. She snuggled against his chest and he couldn’t get past how right she felt in his arms.

  By the time they’d completed their tour and parked beneath his villa, Jenna was fast asleep against him. Her soft snores and warm puffs of breath against his chest did something to him. Her trust hit him right in the chest.

  He lightly caressed her cheek. She had wriggled her way inside him. He wondered if he could convince her to see him after his stay on the island. Heaven help him, he wanted to see her on his ranch. Have her there waiting on the porch as he finished up his day, and sit on the swing with her to watch the fading light as the sun set behind the Tetons. He wasn’t sure what that meant, only that he wanted to see her in his world.

  Could he persuade her to see him beyond his time on the island?

  Chapter 8

  The following day, Jenna drove her cart to Carter’s after a late night shift at the Dungeon Club serving drinks. She was beat. Her body ached, her feet throbbed. Then there was the rest of her. And not all of her aches were from work, but the marathon sexcapades with Carter.

  Her sasquatch was leaving. Soon. A whole lot sooner than she wanted to think about—much less consider how she felt about it all; about him and the relationship they found themselves in.

  Carter’s entry into her life had blindsided her. He was unexpected. A balm for her battered soul and, if she were fanciful, she’d say he was her reward for all the hardships she’d survived.

  Jenna admitted, to herself at least, she had feelings for Carter. Deep ones too. She didn’t want to care about the big lug. Yet she did, more than she was willing to admit. He was stern and as steady as they came. Like her own personal rock of Gibraltar, he made her yearn for things better left undisturbed. And she yearned for his touch, which was insane. They’d been going at each other like rabbits. Every single time, she was amazed that she could want him again, craved to feel more of him.

  Mainly because there was no point. Her course was set, thanks to her father’s staggeringly high medical bills as he descended more into dementia each day. She paid for him to live in an assisted living facility with round the clock care. Dale Mallory had no longer known who his daughters were for a good two years now, give or take.

  The money he had saved up for his retirement and to pay for her sister’s tuition had dried up long ago. It was Jenna who made sure he had everything he needed for his care. And even though she wasn’t there to visit him, her sister had stayed in town and gone to a local college to earn her bachelor’s degree.

  Once her sister graduated, they planned to sell their parents’ home. The one Jenna was currently making mortgage payments on so her sister could live there while going to school, along with paying for Meghan’s tuition and their father’s care. Even working here on the island there never seemed to be enough money. No matter how hard she worked, there always seemed to be another bill she needed to take care of.

  And Meghan helped with the bills by waiting tables. But for a college student going to school full time, the ability to pay your way was nigh on impossible. Besides, Jenna had made her dad a promise when he’d received his diagnosis and they talked about what was going to happen next. She’d sworn that she would make sure Meghan graduated and that she would use his retirement funds for Meghan’s schooling.

  Unfortunately, her dad had been a high school history teacher who’d never made much money. From the time Jenna had been sixteen she’d helped him pick up the slack. She’d gone to college part-time as she’d worked to help take the burden off her dad. Both were determined to make sure Meghan was okay. But then his diagnosis had come six years ago and the burden of everything had fallen on Jenna. She’d left college with only forty credits left to take to get her accounting degree and had ensured that Meghan graduated high school and applied to college. Jenna had also made the decision—when her dad’s care had become too much for her to be able to handle him and support them all at the same time—to put him in the assisted living facility.

  And she knew Carter was curious about her, about why she worked as much as she did. But she didn’t want to burden him with her problems. There wasn’t anything that could be done about them anyhow. Her dad was declining, more rapidly than she was prepared to deal wit
h. She doubted, judging by the doctor’s prognosis, that he had more than a year left.

  Maybe once he was gone and her sister had graduated, she could rest a little bit. Not have to work so hard. Guilt swamped her at the thought. She shouldn’t think that way—but she was just so tired.

  When she entered the villa, she didn’t see Carter and went searching for him. He wasn’t in the lodge, but the lights were on. She went out on the back deck. And there he was: six and a half feet of naked cowboy lounging in the hot tub. His mammoth arms were spread out wide over the top of the ledge. His handsome face was cast in shadows with the light from the kitchen window spilling over the deck.

  “I was wondering what time you’d be back tonight.” His rough voice shivered through her.

  “Sorry, it was extra busy, and Jared had to finally step in to get the place closed down for the night.”

  “Why don’t you come join me?” he said. But didn’t make a move toward her.

  Jenna wanted nothing more. This man, her sasquatch, drew her like a bear to honey. She’d gladly brave a swarm of bees just to feel his touch. She stepped out of her heels. Then walked slowly toward him, discarding first her top, then her short shorts. Her bra and panties went next. And then his cuffs, because the water would ruin the buttery soft leather and she had become quite fond of wearing them. Her wrists felt naked without them.

  When she reached the hot tub, Carter still had barely moved a muscle. His gaze was unreadable in the shadowy light. Jenna descended the three steps into the hot bubbling water. But she didn’t stop her forward progression until she stood before him, waist deep in the frothy foam. Carter didn’t move. The man didn’t so much as twitch as he waited to see what she would do.

  His massive frame drew her. Made her body burn with a hunger brighter than the sun. She didn’t understand her need for him. How he’d come to dominate her in every way in such a short span of time, she wasn’t certain. All she knew was that nothing short of a dinosaur-killing-sized asteroid could tear her away from him.

  Jenna straddled his hips and had to bite back her moan at the feel of his erection between her thighs. He was so big. It was always a startling thrill. And at the intimate touch, her body turned molten.

  Carter was still motionless. She leaned against his broad chest. His firmness met her softness as her breasts smooshed against him. Her hands slid around his neck. Her gaze on his, she searched his face as she closed the distance until she felt the warm puff of his breath. She closed her eyes at the last possible second as she brushed her mouth over his. He still hadn’t shaved and his stubble abraded her flesh, causing tingles to erupt and sending pleasure cascading directly to her core.

  Jenna traced his lips with her tongue and nibbled his fuller bottom lip before seeking entrance to his mouth. Then, finally, his arms enveloped her, crushing her body to him. One big hand cupped her nape as he took control. His tongue thrust inside. And the rest of the world—the humming of night insects, the effervescent scent of the jungle surrounding them—all ceased to exist.

  Jenna kissed him with her entire being. Dueling with him. Moaning into his dominant embrace as he took their kiss deeper. She no longer knew where she ended and he began. And it didn’t matter. With every carnal, wicked thrust of his tongue inside her, she ceded him another piece of her soul.

  His mouth left hers and scorched a trail of open-mouthed, hungry kisses over her neck. He tugged her head back with his large fist, exposing the full column of her neck. His stubble scraped against her, causing a waterfall of pleasure to zing along her spine into her core. She rubbed her pelvis against him, his erection sliding through her folds, and she moaned at the wicked sensation.

  “Please, Sir.” She gasped her desire for him beyond anything quantifiable.

  “Tell me,” he ordered as he bit her earlobe.

  “Fuck me. Please Carter, Sir, I need you,” she begged.

  “Lift up your hips for me,” he demanded.

  Without hesitation she did as he commanded and was rewarded when he fit the head of his erection at her opening.

  “Look at me.” His voice was low and infused with desire.

  Jenna lifted her eyelids and stared at his handsome face. With her gaze trained on him, he guided her down his length until she was seated on him, his big cock fully embedded inside her sheath. She mewled at the pleasure-pain spiking her system. Her own lubrication, mixed with the water of the hot tub, made it that way. Her gaze never left his as he started to move, thrusting his shaft in long strokes meant to drive her out of her ever-loving mind.

  She canted her hips, meeting him thrust for thrust, pleasured mewls escaping her mouth. Carter’s hands slid to her butt. He palmed her ass, driving his cock in brutal thrusts that left her head spinning.

  Steam rose around them from the hot tub. Jenna’s hands slid into his hair and she brought his mouth down to hers, needing to feel all of him, to make it be enough—when she sincerely doubted just a week with him ever would be enough.

  She poured herself into her kiss. He hungrily ate at her mouth, thrusting his tongue inside in time with his cock pounding inside her sheath. She writhed against him, meeting his deep strokes, canting her hips, and riding him with a fury that stole the very air from her lungs.

  She no longer needed oxygen unless it came from his lips. She no longer wanted anything but the man surrounding her, loving her, and commandeering every part of her being. He drank her cries of pleasure with his mouth—his spectacular mouth that knew just how to move against her, how to draw every ounce of pleasure from her body.

  Her climax hit, and it was akin to tectonic plates moving. Her pussy spasmed around his cock and she wailed against his lips. Carter’s grip on her ass tightened, his cock plunged to the hilt, and streams of hot cum jettisoned into her channel, causing a secondary round of spasms.

  Carter broke their kiss and bellowed as he came, then buried his face in the crook of her neck. His arms held her tight.

  She knew, as she held him back, her head against his shoulder, that she had ceded him more than merely her submission. She wished that they could stay this way, freeze-frame time so that the inevitable forthcoming separation would never occur. That right now, here with him, she’d never been happier.

  She had two choices. She could bemoan their tragic fate, or she could enjoy what little time they had left together. Carter shifted and looked at her then, cupping her cheek with his large palm, and Jenna chose door number two.

  How could she not? That man looked at her with his lusty gaze and she turned to mush.

  Her stomach chose that moment to growl. Loudly.

  “When was the last time you had anything to eat?” he murmured.

  She shrugged a shoulder. “There wasn’t time before my shift because we were rather preoccupied.”

  “Allow me to rectify the matter. I can’t have my sub wither away from lack of sustenance.”

  “No, we wouldn’t want that,” she agreed.

  “No, we wouldn’t. Especially since I plan to spend the rest of the night loving you,” he said, his voice low and husky with desire.

  “Good plan.” It was a great plan. One she was fully on board with.

  He assisted her out of the hot tub and then towed her inside, where he fulfilled every promise. Every. Single. One.

  Chapter 9

  When Jenna wasn’t with him, Carter explored the island. There were innovations Jared had used which Carter found rather remarkable. He was already making plans to contact Tyler and have him come to his ranch for a few days. There were ideas he’d had for a while about making his land more sustainable, and now he knew Tyler was the man for the job.

  He and Jenna got into a pattern. When she wasn’t at work, they met back at his villa for the hottest fucking sex on the planet, as far as he was concerned. Carter couldn’t remember ever feeling so relaxed.

  He’d revised his initial view of the island and this unanticipated trip. As far as he was concerned, it was the best vacation he�
�d ever spent. He’d walked barefoot in the sand. Made love to Jenna in the surf.

  She was wild and untamable, even as she surrendered, giving him everything. And he fell further under her spell. He wanted more than just this week. The fact that he had to leave tomorrow was not lost on him.

  He liked waking, as he did now, to feel her killer body wrapped around his, replicating Saran Wrap. The way the silk of her hair clung to his chest. Her scent invading the darkest recesses of his heart.

  Every time he planned to ask her to come stay with him on his ranch, the words got caught in his throat. Carter had always been confident in everything that he did. But Jenna exposed his vulnerability in a way no other submissive ever had. He felt raw and uncertain. As much as she had given him in the last week, neither of them had put their feelings into words.

  He wasn’t exactly sure what he felt. All he knew was that he wanted—nay, needed—more time with her. The weight of it hung heavy in his chest.

  She stirred in his arms. Just a slight movement, but one he’d become familiar with and which he thought was utterly charming. Jenna was not a morning person. She was doing her impersonation of an ostrich and attempting to burrow her face between his chest and arm to delay the inevitable.

  “I know you’re awake, darlin’. There’s no point in denying it. And besides, if you wake now, it should give me just enough time.”

  “Time for what?” she said, muffled against his chest.

  “For a few orgasms.”

  Her nails curled into his chest and her body melted against his. “Oh well, I guess I can wake up for that.”

  He chuckled as he rolled their bodies and repositioned them so that she was underneath him. Her gaze was sleep-ridden but infused with need. She was so beautiful she took his breath away. Dipping his head, he covered her mouth with his lips. He wanted her in a way he didn’t fully understand, but in all his thirty-four years there had never been another woman to turn his head in this fashion. He poured his need for her, his desire for more, his yearning to stake his claim on her body and soul into his kiss.