How West Was Won (Haven, Texas Book 7)

by Laylah Roberts

  He started to slowly push his finger in and out of her passage. Then he added another. She tensed, waiting for pain, but she was so aroused there was none.

  “That’s it, just relax for me. Be a good girl and relax. You’re gonna come for me, aren’t you, baby girl? You’re gonna come all over my hand. You like my fingers inside you, don’t you?”

  He’d moved his leg away so she could roll her hips.

  “Christ, I think you’d come just from this, wouldn’t you? Without me even touching your clit. How the hell did he fail to make you come? You’re so fucking responsive.”

  “Just for you, it wasn’t like this with him.”

  “Thank fuck for that.” He moved away from her, sliding his fingers out of her pussy and she let out a little whimper. But he made a soothing noise as he rolled her onto her back. He pushed the covers back, then reached over and switched on the bedside lamp. She studied him. He couldn’t possibly be real. Smooth skin was stretched over firm muscles that bunched as he moved. How could he possibly want her? He leaned over her, resting his hands on either side of her head as he kissed her. A soft kiss, that made her lips tingle and then burn as he deepened it, sliding his tongue inside to tease hers. Then he slowly made his way down her body, kissing and licking and sucking.

  “Offer me your breast, Flick.” It was a command, pure and simple. She reached up with her good hand, cupping her small breast and offering it to him. He leaned in and took her nipple into his mouth, sucking strongly.

  Her clit throbbed in time with each pull of his mouth. When he released the tight bud, she let out a whimper of protest. He grinned down at her. “I think you’d like my mouth sucking on something else right now.” Confusion filled her until he started kissing down her stomach. He settled himself between her thighs, pulling them up so her legs rested over his shoulders.

  He wouldn’t . . . was he going to . . . oh, hell! She let out a cry as he latched onto her clit with his mouth. It was like nothing she’d ever felt before. Brian had barely touched her with his fingers, he hadn’t even indicated a desire to go near her with his mouth. She’d wondered if all the stories were exaggerated about how men liked to use their mouths down there. But the way West ate at her, using his tongue to flick at her clit then lick her labia before he thrust it deep into her passage, she thought maybe they hadn’t been.

  “West! West, please!”

  He drew back from her and glanced up at her. “What do you want, baby girl?”

  Her breath was panting in and out of her, her heart racing. “I want to come.”

  A wicked smile crossed his mouth. “Then ask me. Nicely.”

  Maybe she should have been embarrassed at that command, but in that moment, all she could think about was him making her come.

  “Please, please, make me come, Sir.”

  “With pleasure, baby girl.”

  His mouth returned to her pussy and he thrust two fingers into her passage and a cry escaped her. Her orgasm started small then exploded, her breath catching for a moment, then, she screamed as she fell over the edge.

  When she came back to reality, he was lying next to her, his hand cupping her pussy. It was possessive, totally caveman.

  And she loved it.

  “West,” she breathed out.

  “I’m here, baby.”

  “I didn’t think it could be like that. In real life.”

  He grinned, leaning up on one elbow. “Fuck, baby, you came apart in my arms. It was glorious.”

  She sent him a small smile. Then she realized there was something hard pressed to her thigh. Oh, hell, what an ingrate she was, just lying there after he’d given her something so spectacular.

  Way to be a selfish lover, Flick.

  She tried to reach for him but her bad shoulder was closest to his body and she couldn’t roll onto her side.

  “I want to touch you, can I?” Hope filled her, and she licked her lips. Nothing she wanted more than to take him into her mouth, to taste him and to feel him.

  He cupped the side of her face with his hand, as he liked to do, and, leaning in, kissed her. She tasted herself on his tongue. It was a little odd but not unpleasant.

  “Tonight was for you, baby girl. To help you sleep.”

  “West’s magic sleep remedy?”

  He barked out a laugh. “Something like that.”

  “Too bad you can’t bottle it, you’d be rich.” She blushed as his laugh deepened and she realized what she’d said. “I mean, I wasn’t implying that you—”

  “That I should offer orgasms as a cure to insomnia.”

  “Oh, crap. I know that’s what it sounded like, but that’s not what I meant.”

  “Sh, baby girl. I know you didn’t.” He kissed her lightly. “And thank you for the offer, but you just got out of the hospital, you’re not up to anything more than what we just did.”

  Well, that wasn’t true. She glared up at him. “I feel fine. And I want to do this. I need to. Please.”

  She couldn’t leave without knowing the taste of him.

  He studied her and his eyes narrowed.

  “I won’t sleep, knowing you’re hurting.”

  “Baby, contrary to what a man might try to tell you, a hard-on never caused any permanent harm. It will die down. I’ll sleep.”

  “But I want to know what you taste like. Please?”

  He sighed. “Don’t think you’re always going to get your way by being all cute and batting those eyelashes of yours.”

  Good Lord, it was working? She’d never thought of herself as having any feminine wiles.

  “But,” he said sternly, “any hint that it’s hurting you and we stop. The other day, when I threw you on the bed and hurt you . . .” A muscle ticked in his cheek. “That was unacceptable, and it won’t happen again. I won’t be the cause of any more pain to you.” He grinned. “Except when I spank you, of course. Understand?”

  “I understand, Sir,” she whispered.

  “I think you know I like to be in control. At all times. And I think you get why I like that. I don’t do anyone’s bidding anymore. My brother might be head of the family, I might yield to him on some things but nothing that I don’t believe in. I have a problem with anything he says, I tell him, we argue it out.”

  He ran a thumb over the apple of her cheek.

  “When it comes to you, I’m in charge. Especially in the bedroom. That might sound like I’m a complete prick, but I’m only ever going to have your safety, your happiness, and your pleasure in mind. Things I ask of you will never be to hurt or humiliate you. Get me? I have to know you do, because you have to be safe. That’s non-negotiable.”

  Her heart raced at his words. “Okay.”

  He smiled. “Okay. Fuck, what you do to me.” He moved off the bed and around to her side. “Easiest way to do this for you is to sit up.”

  He helped her sit and then he stripped off his boxers. He grasped hold of his cock, running his hand up and down the shaft. Oh, God, she’d never seen a man touch his aroused cock before. But then, she’d only slept with one man, and that didn’t mean much.

  “Jesus, you’re way bigger than Brian.”

  He let out a bark of laughter. “I’m glad to hear that, baby girl.”

  She blushed. “Sorry, I probably shouldn’t have said that.”

  “Why not?” He raised an eyebrow.

  “Um, I didn’t think you’d want to hear about another man while we’re in bed together.”

  “Under normal circumstances, no. But I’m the one who brought him up. Besides, hearing old Brian had a pencil dick makes me happy.”

  Well, she wasn’t sure she’d describe it as a pencil dick. She’d thought him average; it was just that West was rather big. She licked her lips as she contemplated him.

  She looked down at the large scar running up his thigh. Even though it was years old, it still looked painful. Part of his leg looked like it had been carved out. Muscle loss. That was why he had a slight limp, although it didn’t seem to
stop him from doing anything. She leaned in and lightly kissed the scar.

  “It doesn’t hurt anymore, baby.”

  “I know,” she whispered. “I just wish I could make it all better.” She pulled back and gave him a smile. “I . . . I don’t really know what I’m doing.”

  His gaze lit with a deep, burning hunger, and a sexy smile crossed his lips. “Then I can teach you exactly what I like, can’t I?”

  Her breath hitched at the dark promise in his voice. “Place your good hand on my thigh for balance. Then lean in and take the head into your mouth.”

  She did as ordered and placed her mouth just around the tip of him.

  “Good girl.”

  Fuck. Those two words had her pussy clenching again. How had that spectacular orgasm she’d just had not been enough? She wanted more.

  Holy hell.

  “Look up at me. That’s it. I want to see that gorgeous face while you’re sucking me off. Attention on me,” he said sternly.

  She raised her eyes up to meet his immediately. And that added a whole other level to the emotions and need rioting through her.

  “That’s better. Where’d you mind just go?”

  She shrugged then winced slightly. Crap. That was a mistake. He drew his cock from her lips, and she gave a murmur of protest. She didn’t want to stop.

  “You don’t wanna tell me?”

  “No,” she said honestly.

  “Guess I’m gonna have to work harder to calm your mind then, huh?”

  Calm her mind? Nothing ever calmed her mind. She was always thinking. Still, if he thought he could . . .

  “Is your shoulder hurting you?”

  “No, I just moved it without thinking.”

  Please don’t make me stop. Please don’t make me stop.

  “If your shoulder starts hurting at any time, if you feel uncomfortable or sick, you’re to stop, understand?”

  “Yes.” She was grateful his protective instinct wasn’t going into overdrive and forcing her to stop.

  His gaze warmed. He traced a finger down one cheek, under her chin and up the other cheek. It was gentle. Sweet. Not something she was used to from him.

  “So fucking gorgeous.”

  She lowered her gaze. “You don’t have to say that.”

  “Eyes to mine.”

  Her gaze jumped to his. “I know I don’t have to. I don’t say shit because I have to. I say it ’cause I want to. ’Cause I mean it.”

  “But I’m not gorgeous. You are. Look at you, you’re so far out of my league, I don’t even know what I was thinking.”

  Her voice trailed off as thunder filled his face. “Come again?”

  “Come on, West. I’m passable at best. My boobs are too small, I’ve got no curves, I don’t have a clue how to use makeup, the most I can do with my hair is pull it back into a ponytail. I’m average.”

  “Average, fucking average,” he muttered, rolling his eyes to the ceiling. “Average, she’s telling me.”

  “Uh, who are you talking to?”

  “God.”

  “You believe in God?”

  “Nope.”

  She rolled her eyes at his answer.

  “But I need some answers from somewhere. ’Cause I don’t understand how someone who looks like you could call themselves average. Not just your looks; it comes from deep inside. Brave, too fucking brave for my peace of mind, giving, sweet, still believes in good despite what has happened to her, sees good in people who’ve long since stopped believing in it.”

  “So, you’re saying I’m gorgeous on the inside.” She got that. How someone could be beautiful outside and ugly in. It was nice he was saying her inside was beautiful.

  “Yeah, you are. You also have lips that are plump and pink and made for kissing. Your eyes sparkle and shine and they’re the most fucking amazing color. Never seen that shade before. When they go wide, I want to raze fucking cities to give you what you want. And your hair is silky and smells so fucking good, don’t ever stop using whatever you use on it because I won’t be happy.”

  “O-okay.” It felt surreal. He didn’t always say a lot and usually most of what he said was an order of some kind. But when he decided to talk, he really went all out. She’d never had anyone say anything like that to her before. She didn’t really believe it. She wasn’t the person he saw.

  But still, the words went to her head, making her feel light-headed with pleasure.

  “So, don’t let me hear you calling yourself average again, understand? I won’t be fucking pleased with you. Which means you won’t be sitting comfortably.”

  “You know you keep speaking of these spankings, yet I’ve never actually gotten one.”

  “Baby girl, you’ve spent all your time under my roof with bruises and injuries, you think I’m gonna spank you under those circumstances? Still not sure I should with the things you’ve been through.”

  “What he did to me was completely different, I know that. And, right now, I don’t want to talk about him.”

  This time was hers. Would likely be the only time she got to be with him.

  “Thank Christ, cause talking about him is the one sure way to make me lose this.” He ran his hand up his cock.

  “Can I suck you off now?” she asked.

  “Say pretty please.”

  “Pretty please, can I suck you off now?”

  “Christ, fuck yes. Lick the tip. That’s it. Run your tongue over the slit.” He took in a sharp breath. “Fuck. Christ. Not sure how long I’m going to last with you sitting there naked, your cheeks still flushed with pleasure, the taste of you on my tongue.”

  Oh, hell. The things he said to her.

  “Lick your way down the shaft.” He gripped himself around the base as she moved her tongue in light flicks down his dick. He was slightly salty.

  “Fuck, yes. At this point, I’d usually have you cup my balls. Another time, once you’re healed.”

  But they only had tonight. There was no point bringing that up, though. It would only serve to cause her pain.

  “Take me back into your mouth, eyes on me.”

  She drew him inside her, keeping her eyes on his.

  “Take as much of me as you can, that’s it. Fuck, I cannot wait for the day when I get to fuck your mouth. Not tonight, don’t worry. Tonight we’re taking things easy.”

  She sucked. Needing to give him as much pleasure as he’d given her.

  “Fuck. Yes. Christ, your mouth. How can you be so warm? So sweet. Baby girl, I’m not gonna last much longer. Fuck. Fuck. You got to pull back and finish me with your hand.”

  No way, she wanted to taste him, to drink him down. She took him as deeply as she could and swallowed, hoping that worked.

  “Fuck! Flick, pull back!”

  She shook her head. His gaze narrowed then he grinned. “All right, baby. You want me to come in your mouth, I will. But you don’t have to swallow.”

  He could try to stop her, but she was in charge now.

  She moved faster. Her shoulder started to ache a little, but she ignored it. What was he going to do?

  Finally, he let out a low groan. “Coming, baby girl.”

  She swallowed as he came in her mouth. The taste was odd but not unpleasant.

  “Shit. Yes.” He finished and drew back out of her mouth, glancing down at her with a lazy smile. “Think we’ll both be sleeping well now. Lay back.”

  He helped her lay on her back before leaning over her and kissing her lightly. “Thank you, baby girl.”

  She smiled, feeling a little shy.

  He sat, facing her. He pressed a finger against her clit. “Does my baby need to come again?”

  “West, no, I can’t.” It was too much.

  “You can. I want to make sure you’re tired enough to have a nice, deep sleep.” His finger moved slowly, gently. He placed it slightly beneath her sensitive clit.

  “You’re gonna come for me again.”

  “West!” She reached down for his hand.
r />   “Uh-uh. Lie still. Eyes on me. That’s it. My baby needs to come for me. Come now. Come!”

  The command sent her up and over. It wasn’t as intense as that first orgasm, but it was no less satisfying.

  He raised his fingers to his mouth, and she watched him, transfixed as he sucked the taste of her from his skin. Then he stood and pulled up the blankets.

  He moved back around to the other side of the bed, climbing in. “Roll onto your good side, baby girl.”

  She moved over, not able to stifle a grimace of pain.

  He stiffened. “You’re hurting?”

  “I’m fine.”

  “Fuck. Shit. I’m a complete prick.” He climbed out of bed again.

  “Wait. Where are you going?” she called out as he moved into the bathroom.

  “Painkillers,” he called back.

  Okay. At least he wasn’t leaving. He returned with the painkillers in his hand and grabbed the bottle of water that was on her bedside table. He gently helped her sit up, keeping watch as she took the pills.

  She yawned. He helped her lay down again, then he kissed her forehead. “Go to sleep.”

  She rolled onto her side once more and he spooned her.

  “And just so you know, soon as you’re feeling better, you’re getting a spanking for not telling me you were in pain.”

  “Promises, promises.”

  He cupped her ass, squeezed it. “You can take that to the bank, baby girl.”

  14

  Her feet dragged as she moved down the stairs.

  Sadness flooded her. She wanted to go back upstairs to her room. She wanted to hide under the covers and pretend none of this was happening.

  When she’d woken up, and, for once she’d actually slept—there was something to be said for West’s magical sleeping cure—she’d seen her duffel bag by the door. It had been packed and ready for her departure.

  She guessed she was leaving. West still hadn’t divulged his plan. But then, she hadn’t pressed him very hard to explain. They’d been busy doing other things. Butterflies danced in her stomach as she remembered last night.

  She heard the sounds of someone in the kitchen and drew in a steadying breath.