by Em Petrova
Chapter Five
As Delaney walked out of the hospital, she couldn’t recall a time she’d been more tired. Between getting little sleep with Lane in her bed and waking to the hell of her lover meeting her son that way… well, she’d been frazzled. Add in a long shift and her running between rooms to deliver babies on a full moon, and she was eager for her bed.
The parking lot lights glowed down on her truck sitting there in the doctor’s lot. She hoped she’d make the drive home without drifting off. Her eyes drooped.
As she set out across the lot, she saw a figure leaning against the side of her truck. She pulled up short and cast a frantic look around. All she saw were vehicles and she thought of going right back inside the hospital until she spotted the old truck that Lane had gotten running.
She peered closer while relief made her fingers tingle. The guy standing there was Lane. Now that she looked, she recognized the broad set of his shoulders and the casual body language she’d come to know.
At her approach, he pulled away from the truck. “You really should start parking beneath a light. I didn’t mean to scare you.” He held out a paper cup and bag.
“What’s this?” She glanced at his big hands and thought of anything but what he held. Those callused fingers working over her body, pinching her nipples, sinking deep into her pussy and ass.
She shivered.
“Coffee and donuts. Well, donut. I ate the other one. It took a long time for you to come out.”
Dammit. He’d been so thoughtful as to drive over here and bring her coffee and a donut after a long day on her feet. And here she’d been about to send him back to the Calhoun ranch.
“Thank you,” she said quietly.
“Get in. I think we need to talk.”
She looked up sharply. Was he about to dump her? Would he tell her this was all wrong, that they’d had fun but it was over? Suddenly, every word she’d thought of saying to let him down vanished.
She unlocked her truck and slid behind the wheel. The coffee felt warm in her cold hands and her heart pounded too loudly in her ears. “I’m sorry about this morning. I didn’t know he was coming home.”
“Figured as much.” That crooked grin cut across Lane’s cheek. He sat close and it wouldn’t take more than a moment to leap across the console and straddle his fine hips so he could fuck her to the completion she’d been craving all day.
“He’s really a nice kid. I think he was just shocked.”
“You don’t need to apologize for Brant.”
“Did you…” She broke off, not wanting to say kill each other today. “How did you get along?”
“He made sure I wasn’t taking advantage of your hospitality.”
“He watched you.” She was going to wring Brant’s neck when she got home. How dare he treat someone she’d invited into their home that way? She’d raised him better.
Lane gave a single nod. “It wasn’t the easiest day I’ve spent with someone, but we made it through.”
“I’m going to talk to him more when I get home.”
Lane placed a hand on her arm. “He went back to college, doll. Said he’ll call you later.”
Something like relief slid through her. She was too tired to analyze the whys, but she couldn’t deny she felt a little guilty that she was glad he’d gone back to his world while she figured out hers.
“I didn’t mean to drive him away.” Lane’s voice was pitched low. The deep grittiness did things to her insides that she wanted to explore more.
She rested her hand over his. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”
He caught her gaze and held it. “Neither did you.”
She opened her mouth to protest but realized he was right. She leaned back against the seat and released a sigh. “I’m tired.”
“Let me drive.”
“But you can’t leave the truck here.”
“Pretty sure nobody’s gonna steal that piece of shit.”
At that, she laughed, a full, hearty chuckle that was like a shot of caffeine and six hours of sleep to her system. She smiled at him, and he reached for her. Cupping her jaw lightly, looking deep into her eyes.
“I’m not finished with you, doll. Get used to me being around.”
“With you bringing me treats after such a long day, I could easily get used to it.”
“Good.” He leaned close but didn’t kiss her. The rush of need inside her made her feel twenty again, on the cusp of learning about her true desires in life. What was wrong with taking another night with Lane?
“Take me home and help me relax.”
“Mmm.” His rumble made the hairs stand up on her body and her nipples poke against her bra. “Trade me seats. Eat your donut and drink your coffee—you’re gonna need the fuel for what I’ve got in mind.”
* * * * *
Delaney bounced as she hit the bed, where Lane had picked her up and playfully tossed her. But as she gazed up at him, nothing was playful about his expression. Eyes dark with want, he stripped off his clothes and climbed up the bed toward her like a big cat coming after its prey.
She shivered with excitement. Damn, this man knew how to make her feel alive. He hovered over her, his muscles taut, his long cock purple with desire. She leaned onto her elbows to meet him.
Their lips clashed with a wild passion that dizzied her. He sank his tongue into her mouth, raising a moan. She gripped at his back and dragged him down. She needed to feel his heat, his weight on her.
He rubbed his cock over the seam of her pussy, and she sucked in a gasp. “Do that again.”
That little dimple she’d noticed when they’d first met played in and out of his cheek while he stared down at her and rocked his hips again. Dragging his length over her slickness.
“You like me teasing you?” His rumble was just as good as the effect.
She almost blurted, I like everything you do to me, but stopped herself. It was one thing to allow this to go on and another to encourage it. Especially when she planned to back off.
Tomorrow.
She reached between their bodies and spread herself to him. He growled low in his throat and rubbed his cock over her swollen clit. Need burst in her, and she dragged him down again while floundering one arm toward the nightstand for the condoms. At this rate, she’d be buying more on her way home from work.
She never reached the drawer handle, because he caught her hand and pinned it to the mattress. Then he pinned the other.
“You need to give up some control, doll. Let me do this.”
She stared at him for a long moment. She’d never thought about it before, but she’d been responsible for herself for so long, right down to receiving her pleasure, that she had a hard time letting go.
She relaxed under him and nodded. He gave her that smoldering look before he lowered his lips to her neck. Nibbling from ear to jaw and back again until she squirmed for more. When he released one of her hands, she didn’t move it from the position. He tweaked her nipple—then went right for her pussy.
Right into her pussy. Two fingers—or was that three? Oh God, she was melting into the mattress. She pushed her hips upward. He sucked her nipple into his mouth and fingered her deep that she lost her mind for long minutes. Her insides trembled. An earthquake began.
Before she could reach her release, he pulled his fingers free and stuck them into his mouth. Frustrated, she grabbed the nearest pillow and threw it at him. He grinned and fielded it in one hand, the tendons in his arm flexing. She got so distracted by the sight that she didn’t see the pillow coming at her face until it was too late. She laughed as he pulled it off again and tossed it over the side of the bed.
“This means war.”
“Are you gonna pillow fight me to death?” Could his drawl be any fucking hotter?
She scrambled out from under him, but he threw her down again, flattening a palm on her lower back to hold her in place while he delivered an open-handed smack to her ass.
“Ah! What are you
doing?”
“You’re a wicked woman, tormenting me that way.”
“You’ve stopped twice now without giving me an orgasm,” she shot back.
He blanketed her body with his and breathed into her ear. “The first time wasn’t my fault. Let’s see if I let you orgasm now.” He bit her lobe hard enough to make her cry out even as chills spread over her body.
Was she up for such torment? He grabbed her hips and yanked them upward. She heard a tearing noise of paper and realized he already had the condoms out. Was he also a petty thief that he could get in and out of a drawer without her notice?
In the next moment she couldn’t have cared less because his plump head nestled at her opening. He pushed lightly, spreading her. “Fucking beautiful. I could watch my cock slide into you all day.”
“Hopefully it doesn’t take that long—I’m dying.”
He smacked her ass again, and this time she gasped in surprise. While she was still panting, he drove into her. All nine inches at once. She was full, pulsing. He reached under her and teased her nipples as he withdrew with insane slowness.
Now this was his game. Two could play it, and she knew exactly how to make him beg. Except she’d be on her knees instead of him.
At the thought of his cock in her mouth, she moaned. Juices wet him more, and he used them to smear her pucker. She tensed, ready for his finger in her backside while he fucked her. It would take her less than a minute to gain release if he did, but he just ran his thumb over her ass again and again but never sank his finger inside.
“Please.” Who was begging now? But giving up control felt unbelievable.
He swatted her a third time. Damn, she was beginning to like this.
“Is that a number 9?”
“For that you get another.” Amusement tinged his tone and he spanked her again, harder this time. A giggle escaped her that turned into a moan. He fucked her slow and then fast. She tightened around him. He yanked her into his every thrust and the tip of his finger played over her pucker.
Focusing on the deepest point he stroked with his cock and that teasing touch on her backside, she went off like a rocket. Her screams filled the room as he pumped into her. But his release never came. He was the master of control.
He pulled out and flipped her over. Breathing hard, she stared up at him. His pulse throbbed in his throat.
“Feel better?” he asked.
“You’re not finished yet. You owe me a second orgasm.”
“Doll, I have no intention of leaving your bed until you’ve had half a dozen. Now grab onto my neck.”
She blinked and then did his bidding. He swept her into his arms as if she weighed as much as that pillow and speared her on his cock. She threw her head back and laughed, but after two jerks of his cock, she sobered at her building need again.
* * * * *
Watching Delaney come apart for him—was that four times now?—was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. After Brant coming in on them earlier that morning, he didn’t know if she’d let him back in her bed. Now he was right where he wanted.
Making her come.
She shook in his hold as her orgasm hit. Dew dotted her forehead and throat, and she was flushed a pretty shade of pink. He claimed her open mouth and plunged his tongue deep. She clamped around his cock so tightly that for a second, he almost went off.
He bit down and gathered his control. He had the stamina in spades, and he was determined to make her fall into a state of exhausted bliss.
She pulled him down again and kissed him long and thoroughly. Was it him or were her kisses getting sweeter? More meaningful? His heart gave a hard squeeze and he pulled out almost to the tip. She moaned. He grunted and shoved back in, balls deep.
“How much more can you take?” he asked.
Her blue eyes were hazy. “What do you got?”
A challenge. He loved a woman who’d throw down. He grinned and flipped them so she was on top. She didn’t hesitate to sink over his length. For a moment he lost himself in watching her thrash on his cock, tits bouncing, her hair floating around her face. Then he took her hips in his hands and set the pace.
She cried out as he jerked upward on her downstroke. Need exploded. Fuck, he was close. Damn close. He cupped her breasts and flicked the nipples while she rode him.
“What number is this?” she asked.
“What is this—a sleep bed? There aren’t numbers.”
A knowing look came over her face as she pulled off him and flung her leg over his hips, wiggling until she faced his feet. “Jesus, that’s fucking pretty.” Her slender waist and curvy ass. Her tight pussy sinking over the head of his cock right to the base.
Sensation struck and he flung his arms out on the bed. This angle—it was everything. She’d found a way to undo him.
She sank over him three times… four. And he came with a jerk of his hips. She straightened to a kneeling position as she fucked him in reverse cowgirl, and the angle must have pleased her because she clenched rhythmically around him, her cries ringing in his ears.
He came back to himself quickly and watched her slide up and down on him a few more times before she collapsed. Disengaged, she fell flat on her face with her arms overhead.
He sat up and gathered her into his arms, tugging her into the curve of his body. He pulled the covers up over them. In seconds she was asleep without even so much as a thank you, cowboy. He grinned and smoothed her hair away from her lovely face.
You gave up control to me. And made me happier than I’ve ever been.
It was true. He’d taken top spots lately in steer wrestling, gotten paychecks from the reality show that had made him blink in shock. But nothing had made his heart feel this way—until now.
Such a passionate woman, full of life. And for the time being, she’d seem to have forgotten their age difference. Who cared about such a thing anyway? They were just two people put on this earth to fuck and have a good time together. He didn’t plan to stop doing that anytime soon.
Especially when she made his heart thump this way. He wasn’t too proud to admit he was smitten.
He’d seen her in many different roles, each as intriguing as the next. Concerned aunt, nervous lover, angry mother, exhausted midwife. But the woman he’d just seen for the past hour and a half was the one who’d jerked most at his heartstrings.
She’d needed him, and that felt damn good.
He pressed a soft kiss to her temple, and she sighed in sleep. He shot a look at the clock. She’d be getting up in about five hours, and he’d have coffee and a shower waiting for her when she did. A woman like Delaney deserved all the pampering a man could give.
His mind drifted to thoughts of her animals. Not many horses, but too many for one person to handle when she worked long hours. They were dead weight on the pocketbook, not earning a dime to even cover their feed.
She had a lot of things needing fixing around here too. He’d cut back that blackberry bramble, rigged her truck and shoed a horse without investing money, but there was a problem with the barn roof that would require some cashflow.
Was she really hanging onto the animals out of consideration for her snarky ass son? The kid hadn’t treated her very well, and Lane still wanted to punch out his teeth. But Delaney wouldn’t like it very much, and he’d keep his fists in check.
In the end, Brant had given him a glaring tip of his hat and gotten in his vehicle and driven away. Obviously, that would be a battle for later, if he and Delaney stayed together.
His family knew he was helping her out. Ridge probably knew he was attracted to her, but his other brothers were too wrapped up in their lives to see it. Wynonna would have something to say about him having an older girlfriend, since he’d ridden her like Seabiscuit about her choosing much older men. West called them wrinkled balls.
He bit off a chuckle and held Delaney tighter. He still had to take care of the condom, but her thigh was draped comfortably over his and for the moment he was content not to mov
e.
Mind still wandering, he considered what his ma would say about them. That he couldn’t guess, because their mother had been through scandal after scandal with her sons. West had been the biggest playboy—or at least it had appeared that way. It was all what the press allowed the public to see.
That thought led to the producer. Andrew wanted him to follow West’s footsteps but with young socialites and celebrities. He tried to picture himself in a tux at some red-carpet event and shook it off. Nope. Not happenin’.
The woman he wanted was right here in his arms, and if that caused an uproar in his family and with the Rope ‘n Ride producers, then he was prepared to defend himself. His little doll sighed in her sleep and shifted deeper into his embrace. In sleep, she chose him, but if things got rough—with media, with her son or Lane’s family—she might walk.
* * * * *
Delaney strode out the front door to see Lane’s back to her. At the view, she almost choked on the fresh morning air. Broad shoulders, cotton stretched across his back and tucked into his jeans. Carved ass. She hadn’t yet explored him as much as she wanted to.
But she’d let him fuck her over and over. He’d made her dinner, brought her coffee and a donut. This morning he’d started the shower for her the minute her alarm went off and when she’d finished getting ready, she’d found the coffee piping hot and her favorite mug on the counter.
Basically, this was a relationship, except where her own brain got in the way.
Brant was foremost in her mind. He didn’t approve of the situation. But did he need to sign off? He only came home for holidays and summers, and like yesterday, the odd drop-in. If she wanted to take a much younger lover, then he shouldn’t factor in much.
Lane hadn’t said anything about what had happened between him and Brant after she’d left. Of course, she and Lane hadn’t really done much talking.
Her skin prickled at memories of his touch. As she looked on, he braced a hand on the fence rail, watching the horses having a morning frolic. Even her animals were happier with him here.
She stepped off the porch and into the grass, which he’d somehow found the time to cut. Dew clung to her surgery shoes as she crossed the yard. She leaned against his strong back, and he reached back and cradled her hip in one hand.