Wholehearted

by Ronica Black

  “Well, I’m glad you did.”

  “You do this to me all the time. Just with the look you give me. I see you wanting me and my body reacts at once.” She started gyrating her hips and Madison found her so wet she easily slid her fingers up inside her.

  “Oh God! Madison, yes.”

  “You feel so good,” Madison said. “So, so good.”

  Grace gripped her shoulders and pulsed. Back and forth and back and forth. “Yes,” she said. “Madison.” She held her face and kissed her deeply, rocking on her.

  “I love watching you like this,” Madison said. “I think about it every second of every day. Your face, your body, the way you move, the way you feel.”

  “You d-do?” She quickened her pace.

  “Oh, yes.”

  “Know what I-I think about?”

  Madison grinned. “Tell me.”

  “I think about you and your hands. How strong they are, how they feel on me and in me. I used to…fantasize about your hands taking me, peeling off my panties and plunging inside me.”

  “You did?”

  “Yes, and—and that’s not all. I think about you in that little rugby outfit.”

  Madison laughed.

  “I-I do. And I also think about you all sweaty and dirty in your jeans and T-shirt. How I’d love to just peel them off you in the stable one evening and go down on you right then and there.”

  “You would?”

  “Mmm-hmm.”

  “Would you let me do that to you?”

  “Oh yeah.”

  “Oh—God, this feels good.”

  Madison eased her onto her leg, careful to keep her fingers inside, and with her other hand found her clit with her thumb.

  “Now,” she said. “How’s that?”

  “Oh God!”

  “Good?”

  “Yes!”

  Her body jerked and waved. Madison needed to see her. All of her. “Take off your shirt,” she said. “Slowly.”

  Grace gave her a wicked smile and inched her shirt up oh so slowly, showing first her hips, then her etched abdomen and finally her taut breasts. She left it dangling around her neck.

  “Pull on it,” she said. “Pull on it and make me kiss you.”

  Madison, completely turned on by the demand, grunted and tugged on the shirt, pulling Grace forward for a fiery kiss.

  “Now make me come,” Grace said. “Make me come and hold me forever.”

  Madison kissed her, shoving with her tongue and with her fingers. She held her tight, holding the shirt firm with her fist while pumping her harder. And just when she thought Grace couldn’t take any more, she plunged a third finger in, jerked Grace back, and sent her over while she rose and bit her neck.

  “Madi—Madison—Madison!” she called out, head thrown back, neck sinking beneath Madison’s teeth. “Oh God baby, oh God, I love you. I-I can’t get enough of you. I…tried so hard to stop it.” And she collapsed on top of her, snuggling down into her arms. “I love you,” she said and then broke into fresh tears.

  “I love you, Madison Clark,” she said one last time, looking into her eyes.

  Madison touched her face, kissed her tears, and whispered, “I love you too.”

  Chapter Twenty-two

  Grace awoke at four thirty with the break of dawn. She was lying in Madison’s arms, both women nude, candle long ago extinguished. She thought about waking her but something about the beauty of her sleeping changed her mind. Quietly and carefully, she kissed Madison’s lips and slipped out of bed. She’d had the best night’s sleep in weeks, and she felt so good she almost whistled on the way into Jake’s room.

  She found him fast asleep as expected, stomach down, one arm dangling off the bed. Beamer slept curled at his feet. She stroked Jake’s forehead and then went to her room to slip on pajama pants and a pair of Madison’s slippers. Then she walked the length of the house to the door and outside to the stables. The dawn felt fresh and crisp and the sprinklers were on, enveloping the lawn in a light mist. Lila followed at her feet as she made her way into the stables. As Grace entered and inhaled the scents, she imagined waking up like this every morning, in Madison’s arms, walking out to a beautiful dawn, heading into the stables.

  What a wonderful life it would be.

  Madison had offered her that life last night. Just as she had offered herself, time and time again, allowing Grace to burrow between her muscular legs and make her cry out all night long.

  It was a life she wanted and needed. But she had asked to take it slow and Madison had readily agreed, just wanting her to know she and Jake were welcome, any time.

  “I’m so lucky,” she said as she leaned on the stall door to watch Colby sleep.

  “No way,” Madison said, coming up behind her. “I am.”

  Grace laughed and enveloped her. “What are you doing up?”

  “Me? It’s four thirty.”

  “I know, I didn’t want to wake you,” Grace said.

  “Your absence woke me.”

  “I’m sorry.” But she wasn’t really sorry. Her mere presence had just solidified the morning as one of the best ever.

  “Don’t be.” Madison nibbled her neck and breathed deeply. “I found you.”

  “Mmm, yes, you did.”

  “So what are you doing out here?”

  “Just came to see Colby.”

  “Colby, huh?”

  “Yeah. That’s his name.”

  “Is it, now?” Madison looked in on him and grinned. “He looks like a Colby.”

  “Told ya.”

  “How about you?” Madison asked. “What if I came out just to see you?”

  “I’d say you definitely found me.” God, how she could move her with just words.

  “So how about I take you in that back stall and check you out?”

  “I’d say that sounds real good.”

  “Really?”

  “Oh, yeah.”

  Madison lifted her easily and carried her to the far empty stall where she placed her down gently, spread out a blanket on the hay, and lay down next to her.

  “What do you want to check first?”

  Madison laughed and lifted her shirt. “This needs to go,” she said and then cupped her breasts. “So I can see these.”

  “Really? I thought you’d want to play with the shirt again.” They’d used the shirt to bind and tug at each other all night. So much, in fact, it appeared loose and stretched and she was surprised they hadn’t torn it.

  Madison wasn’t into the shirt, though. “I don’t want it. I want these.”

  She took a breast in her mouth as she turned and pushed Grace back on the blanket. Grace struggled not to make noise and Madison tugged harder, slipping off her pants as she did so.

  “Oh, Madison,” Grace hissed. “Yes, baby.”

  “That’s it,” Madison said. “Make noise.” She sucked her again. Harder and with more tongue in between.

  “Oh! Mmm, fuck!” She arched into her and took Madison’s hand and placed it between her legs. “I can’t wait. I can’t wait.”

  “My favorite spot,” Madison said, bracing Grace’s arms above her head. “Now I get to take you,” she said.

  Grace struggled playfully. “Yeah?”

  “Oh yeah. First with my mouth and then with my hand.”

  “You’re gonna have to hold me down,” Grace said.

  “I won’t need to. Not for long.” And she released her quickly, spread her legs with her powerful hands, and buried her face in her, licking at once from side to side and up and down with long movements of her tongue.

  “Ah! Madison! Oh God!”

  Grace gripped her head. The pleasure was so intense all she could do was hold on to her, even as her own body moved beneath her.

  “Madison. Madison.” She just kept saying it over and over as Madison groaned into her, licking and then sucking. The noise of it was as maddening as the pleasure, driving her insane, out of her skin, out of her mind.

  “Come,
” Madison managed to say between long, tongue-pressured sucks. “Come in my mouth.”

  Grace tore at her head, the pleasure too great; it was building and building. Her body undulated, sweat lined her stomach, Madison’s head moved against her, giving to her, giving her so much. Her clit was on fire with ecstasy, Madison’s tongue bathing it and sucking it off, again and again. Until Grace was spreading herself further and jamming herself against her, trying to take her in. She grabbed at the hay, at the blanket, at all she could. But none of it was enough and none of it compared and as she grabbed Madison’s head again she demanded, “More, more, Madison, more.”

  And then with Grace’s heels in her back, Madison pressed harder with a strength Grace didn’t know she had. And Grace came and shouted into the dawn and rocked her body against her, back arched and nipples hard and pointing at the ceiling. It was the most beautiful moment of her life and it hovered there, like a different dimension for what seemed like hours.

  Madison between her legs with her hair disheveled with hay, the blue of the dawn against the rafters of the stable.

  It all ebbed as her pleasure flowed.

  Ebbed and flowed.

  And as soon as it dissipated, she had to have more.

  “Come here,” Grace said, tugging her gently by the hair. She flipped her quickly and hurriedly removed Madison’s shirt and slid her flannel pants down.

  “Grace,” she said, but Grace ignored her.

  “Shh.” Grace tore one leg of the pants off, spread her open, and dove into her wet flesh. Madison gripped her head and stifled a loud moan. Grace devoured her quickly, first saturating her clit and then holding it with her teeth as she flicked. It drove Madison crazy and she writhed beneath her, saying incoherent things.

  “Grace. Grace. Love. Oh, Grace. Lo-ve this. I…want you. Want you o-on my face.”

  Until finally she sat up and came, abs tight, shoulder muscles etched, neck strained, voice caved.

  “Yes, Madison. Yes!” Grace said as she continued to get her off, using her tongue to swirl on and round her clit.

  But Grace hadn’t had enough. She needed more. More of a connection. “I want to fuck you,” she said. “While you fuck me.”

  Madison was breathless and collapsed onto the blanket. “Yes,” she said. “Okay.”

  Grace gently slid in at once and found her unbelievably tight. “Oh my.”

  Madison sat up a little, her entire body tight. She groaned and eagerly went inside Grace.

  “Yes,” Grace cried. “Madison, this is so beautiful.”

  “Yes,” Madison breathed. “You are so beautiful.”

  “We are,” Grace said.

  “Yes.”

  “This is,” she said.

  “Yes.”

  “I love you.”

  “I love you,” Madison said.

  “Fuck me.”

  They pumped each other, filled each other, and tugged at each other. Until both were sweating, pulsing and gasping at the in-and-out motion.

  “More?” Madison asked as their climaxes mounted.

  Grace nodded, looking down on her beautiful face and incredibly strong body. She could smell her scent and her cologne, mixed with the hay. God, she wanted to tear at the earth to get to her. Just claw at her in the dirt and hay, never able to get enough.

  Grace eased in another finger and Madison did the same, causing Grace to scream in ecstasy and come all over her hand.

  “Yes, baby! Madison, yes!” Her body moved on its own and she focused on Madison’s face as long as she could, both of them coming apart together, Madison clenching her fingers tightly, holding her inside.

  “Grace!”

  “Madison, I love you,” she finally gasped and collapsed atop her. She breathed deeply and quickly, inhaling the hay through the blanket. She laughed, all throaty and spent. “I love you so much.”

  Madison bit her neck and flipped her, looking down into her eyes. “And I love you.”

  She went further down and lightly kissed her thighs. “I want to give you more,” she said, looking up at her with her burning hazel eyes. She licked her way inward and whispered, just before Grace could protest, “Gently.”

  Chapter Twenty-three

  The day was salted with sun, most of it filtering through sporadic clouds, high in the sky. Madison eased back on her elbows and smiled, loving watching the boys as they tossed the rugby ball around and shouted.

  The trail ride was a big success so far, and the grill smelled magnificent with Marv and Bobby at the helm, flipping burgers and hot dogs. A breeze came through and blew the paper tablecloths and swished through the horses’ tails and manes. It also blew through Grace’s blond hair, and Madison found herself captivated by her once again, this time taking the long, pleasurable moment to stare at her wholeheartedly.

  As if feeling her eyes, Grace turned and caught her with a smile.

  “Hi,” she said coming to lounge next to her on the thick blanket. The desert hummed and bloomed around them, jackrabbits and lizards scurrying, Beamer and Flaca chasing.

  “Hi, yourself.”

  Grace slipped off her designer shades and gave her a quick wink. “This is some shindig, Ms. Clark.”

  “Think so?”

  “Heck yeah. I’m lovin’ it.”

  “Think the others are?”

  “I think so. Everyone’s laughing and smiling. The horse ride was a big thrill. I know for sure my ass will hurt from here to eternity.”

  Madison laughed. “I have a remedy for that.”

  “I hope so. Because we haven’t even ridden home yet and I’m sore.”

  “Everyone will be. Even the boys.”

  Grace stared out at them, looking thoughtful. “You know, Judge Newsom called and told me what you did.”

  “Oh?”

  “She said you pleaded with her not to put Jake in juvie for his latest escapade.”

  “I don’t think he belongs there.”

  “Where does he belong?”

  “With you. And here, at the ranch.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes.” She shifted and crossed her feet. “He needs more therapy, though. More than he gets here.”

  “I agree.”

  “The judge agrees too.”

  “Thank you,” Grace said, touching her hand. “Really.”

  “Don’t thank me. Jake did this. If he hadn’t worked so hard and changed so much, I would’ve let him go. But I believe in him.”

  “You don’t know how much that means.”

  “Yes, I do. Just like I know how much it means that you didn’t give up on him either.”

  Grace wiped a tear and replaced her glasses. “You’re a damn good woman, Madison Clark.”

  “Don’t say that yet. You haven’t seen his chore list.”

  Grace laughed. “Oh, no.”

  “Yeah, he isn’t going to be thrilled.”

  “Actually, I think he will be. I know he’s very grateful to you for all you’ve done for him.”

  “Oh?”

  “Yes. And I’ve been meaning to tell you…he came up with quite the story the other day. Told me he set the whole amusement park thing up so we would get together.”

  “Get out of here.”

  “He did. He also said he’s been wanting us to be together for a long while.”

  “He has?”

  “He’s very insightful. Said he tried every trick in the book,” Grace said, laughing.

  “Ha.”

  “And that we were too dumb to see it.”

  “Well, we were dumb,” Madison said with a grin.

  “Yes.”

  Madison tipped her hat and looked at her. “Does this mean you two will stay for dinner tonight?”

  Grace smiled. “Are you kidding? Jake wants to stay the night. He even brought May’s horror movies to watch.”

  “Really?”

  “Yes, so break out the wine, I’m going to need it.” She leaned in close. “And later let’s play that Coltr
ane song again.”

  Madison licked her lips. “Okay.”

  “So I can love you all night long.”

  “And I you,” Madison said.

  “This time well past dawn.”

  “Yes.”

  “Wholeheartedly.”

  About the Author

  Ronica Black is an award-winning author and a three-time Lambda Literary Award finalist. Her books range from romance and erotica to mystery and intrigue, and she enjoys trying her hand at all. Ronica also enjoys drawing, painting, and sculpting. She lives in Glendale, Arizona, with her partner, where she relishes a rich family life and raising a menagerie of pets.

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