How West Was Won (Haven, Texas Book 7)

by Laylah Roberts

  “I get that you’re embarrassed, baby girl. What you need to get is I’m not. This is stuff we have to be able to talk about. I need to know what’s going with your body just like you need to know what’s happening to me. You’re gonna need someone to rub your tummy, to run out and get you painkillers or tampons or chocolate, and who do you think is going to do that?”

  Is he for real?

  “I’ve been taking care of myself like that for years.”

  “And now you have me, so you don’t gotta take care of it anymore. You’re not alone anymore, Flick.”

  “I’ve never been alone.”

  “You have. You’ve done everything for yourself for too long. Time for me to shoulder some of the burden. Or all of it, if that’s what you need and want. I’m here to look after you. In all ways.”

  She slumped against him. This was the last thing she’d expected from gruff, rough-round-the-edges West Malone. And it was difficult to process all that he was.

  “So, who helped you?”

  “I, ah, we had sex ed at school, so I knew some of it already. When I got my period, I, um, looked up online what to do and went to the drug store myself to get the stuff.”

  “Did you tell your brother?”

  “No,” she whispered. “How could I? I was embarrassed.”

  “Nothing to be embarrassed about, baby.” He drew her back so he could see her face. She kept her eyes dropped to her lap.

  “Eyes on me,” he told her gently.

  Nope. No way. Not happening.

  “Baby girl. Eyes. On. Me.” A sterner tone of voice this time.

  She sighed. Raised her gaze to meet this. “You’re like a dog with a bone sometimes.”

  “That so?”

  “And I’m the bone.”

  He grinned. “I figured that.”

  She rolled her eyes. “I’m a dork, aren’t I?”

  “You aren’t a dork.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “I don’t want you to ever hold anything back out of embarrassment or fear of what I’ll think, all right?”

  “All right,” she agreed.

  “Now, is it that time of the month?”

  “I’ve got another week,” she said in a strangled sounding voice.

  “Did you bring some stuff with you just in case? Otherwise I can have Butch bring some things to us.”

  Bright red. She knew her cheeks had gone scarlet. “You can’t ask Butch to bring . . . to go buy . . . oh, God!”

  West grinned. “I’d get Mia to pack the bag, sunshine.”

  Oh. Right.

  He kissed her forehead. “If it’s still another week until your period is due, then what’s with the tears?”

  “I don’t know. Just being silly, I guess. It got to me all suddenly.”

  “You’re not silly. What you are, is exhausted and in pain. So, let’s get you into bed for that nap. Things will get better, baby girl.”

  “I hope so.”

  Her head was now throbbing in time with her shoulder. “Is there any sort of sedative that I could take?”

  “Is the pain that bad?” He lifted her off his lap and stood.

  She shook her head. “No. But this cabin is.”

  He looked around and then he grinned down at her. “Not exactly what you were expecting, huh?”

  “Um, no, you could say that. I was kind of imagining some romantic log cabin in the woods. Not this. Not rotten boards on the porch and dead birds in the fireplace and a lumpy, stained mattress and,” she looked around again, “where on earth is the bathroom?”

  His grin widened. And she took a step back, holding her hand out towards him as though trying to fend off the answer.

  “No. Don’t say it. I don’t want to hear it.”

  “Sorry, baby. You’re gonna have to know. There’s an outhouse out the back. You want to bathe you can use a bucket and a washcloth, or there’s an old bathtub outside that we use. It’s big enough for both of us.”

  Her mouth dropped open. “You mean we have to bathe outside?”

  “You never gone camping before, baby?”

  She shook her head. “Nope.”

  He drew up against him. “Don’t worry, sunshine. I’m gonna take care of you. It’s gonna be all right.”

  She had her doubts, but then he distracted her from her camping woes as he pulled off her sweatpants.

  “Hey, what are you doing?”

  “Getting you ready to go to bed.”

  “I can undress myself.”

  “Easier if I help you. Like I should have been doing all along.” He gently undressed her until she stood there just in her panties. Her nipples were hard, the lips of her pussy slick.

  “Fucking beautiful,” he muttered.

  Then he reached for his large T-shirt and helped her put it on. Disappointment filled her, obviously he wasn’t interested in doing anything with her right now.

  “From now on, I think you should just wear my T-shirt around the cabin.”

  “I can’t do that.”

  “Why not? No one else is here, and it means I’ll have access to you whenever I want.” He whisked her panties down her legs, kneeling on the floor as he took them off her feet. “Spread your legs, baby girl.”

  She widened her legs, staring down at him as her breath grew quicker.

  He groaned. “Fuck, I can smell you.”

  Oh, hell. Oh, God.

  He grabbed her around the hips. “Just need a little taste. Stay still, baby girl.”

  Not like she wanted to go anywhere now. His tongue flicked out and played with her clit. He ate at her pussy as need flooded her. Small whimpers escaped her lips as he ran his tongue over her lower lips then returned his tongue to her swollen bud.

  He thrust two fingers deep into her pussy, and it was enough to send her over the edge. Her legs turned to mush, and she would have fallen had he not been holding her. He brought her down gently, his tongue lapping at her. Then he drew back and, standing, picked her up, depositing her on the bed.

  Her eyes were already at half-mast as she yawned.

  “My baby is tired. Let me get you some painkillers and you can sleep.”

  “What about you?” she asked after she’d taken the painkillers.

  He leaned in, kissed her lips and she tasted herself on his mouth. “Later, baby. Rest up now, cause I’m taking that pussy tonight and claiming it as my own.”

  “Oh, that sounds nice.”

  She fell asleep to his laughter.

  15

  A few hours later she had to admit that the place did seem a lot better. West had made up the bed; Mia had sent along some real sheets rather than just sleeping bags. He’d cleaned the windows, so some light got into the room. He’d even swept. She’d offered to help him a few times, but he’d just sent a look and told her to rest. She hated feeling like a burden or like she wasn’t helping, but as always, when West wanted to get his way, West got his way.

  Still, there was no way he could make the outhouse any better than it was. She didn’t know what she was going to do if she had to go to the toilet in the middle of the night.

  “Do you want a bath, baby?” he asked her.

  “Um.” She remembered what he’d said about the outside bathtub.

  “I’m gonna heat some water and fill the one outside. Tub’s big enough for two. Baby girl? It’s an easy question. Requires a yes or no answer.” There was amusement in his voice, as though he thought she was funny

  You’re acting like an idiot.

  “Yes.”

  All right, shit. She was going to have a bath with West Malone. Last night, you sucked him off. How can having a bath with him be more intimidating than that?

  She didn’t know, but, somehow, it was. Maybe because it seemed more intimate. She pulled off her T-shirt and wrapped a towel around herself then waited for him to come back for her.

  “You want me to take off your locket?” he asked.

  “Oh, no, I always bathe with it on.”

  He came over
and fingered it.

  “My parents gave it to me before they left for Africa; I never take it off.”

  He smiled at her then leaned in and kissed her lightly. Then, stepping away, he started stripping. He pulled his T-shirt up over his head, displaying those rippling muscles. Her breath caught she ran her gaze over him. How was it possible for someone so masculine to be so beautiful?

  He quickly pulled off his jeans. His movements were economical. He wasn’t doing any sort of striptease, and, yet, she found herself completely turned on. She wanted to lick every inch of his delicious skin.

  He turned to her. And he must’ve read her mind because he grinned. “Hold that thought, baby.”

  She found herself blushing, but she grinned back at him. “Oh, I will.”

  He threw his head back and laughed. Then he grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his middle. That was a pity.

  He walked back towards her, like a panther stalking his prey. But she wasn’t scared of him. West Malone could be many things. He could be terrifying, dark, and definitely overbearing and bossy, but he would never hurt her.

  As if to demonstrate that thought, he pulled her up into his arms and carried her out the back of the cabin to the bathtub, set back in the trees. It was late afternoon and still warm. Setting her down on her feet, he whipped away the towel then picked her back up and gently deposited her into the warm water.

  She lay back against the side with a sigh. The tub was enormous. Bigger than any she’d ever seen, and so deep she could barely keep her head above the water as she sat there. “Slide forward baby, I’m coming in behind you.”

  She moved, shuffling down a little bit, and he climbed in so he was sitting behind her, his legs on either side of hers. He grasped her gently around the waist, and pulled her back against him, so her ass was cradled between his thighs. She noticed he had some soap in his hand.

  “That’s it, baby. Just relax.” He started to wash her, moving the soap over her chest then down her breasts. He circled each of her nipples with his fingers.

  Her head lolled back against his shoulder as he expertly played her body. He cupped her small breasts and then lightly pinched her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. She gasped in a breath, her hips rising in the water.

  “Oh, hell. Oh, God.”

  “Now what did my baby girl say about these delicious breasts of hers? Oh, yes, I believe she called them too small. I say they’re the perfect handful. Pert and sweet and delicious. Christ, these nipples. I could suck on them all day and still not get enough.”

  She whimpered at his words. Hot. Rough. Raw.

  He ran his hand down her stomach. “And no curves? Is that what you said?”

  She didn’t respond. He knew exactly what she’d said. He moved his hand to her hip. “Baby, you’ve got plenty of curves, enough for me to hold on tight and not ever want to let go.”

  He suddenly spun her around, lifting her in the air and settling her on his lap once more so she was facing him. Her legs straddled his hips and his hard cock pressed against her aching pussy.

  “Oh hell,” she muttered.

  He grinned as he reached around and cupped her bottom. “And this ass. Fuck. Me. This ass is enough to make a man weep in thanks for all that it gives him. Plump. Firm. Cannot wait to see it over my knee, bare and bright pink, and to hear the little cries you’ll make as I spank you.”

  Her breath hitched, her pulse racing.

  “That turns my baby on, doesn’t it?” he murmured. “You want your ass spanked so bad, don’t you, baby girl?”

  She groaned at his words. He squeezed one of her cheeks more firmly. “Don’t you?”

  “Yes.”

  “Yes, that’s right. Because my baby is perfect for me. She’s just fucking perfect, period, and I don’t ever want to hear her say otherwise? Got it?”

  “Yes.” She wasn’t able to say anything more because his fingers were pressing their way between her ass cheeks. He pushed a finger against her back hole.

  “West! What are you doing?” She squeezed her cheeks together. He wouldn’t, would he?

  “Ever thought about having your ass taken?”

  “N-no.”

  He gave her a look of disbelief. “You sure about that, baby girl? Cause you know you’re not to lie to me.”

  She groaned. “Okay, maybe, sometimes I’ve thought about it.”

  “Bet you have. Your orgasm last night was fucking amazing, but I bet you’d go off like fireworks if I ate you out while fucking your ass with my finger.”

  “Oh, hell. People don’t talk that way.”

  “What way?” he asked.

  “About . . . they don’t say . . . they don’t talk about it . . . not like that. Just straight out.”

  “You’d rather I beat around the bush?” he asked. “Say stuff you weren’t quite sure what I was meaning, leading to misunderstandings?”

  “No, of course not. It’s just . . .” She bit her lip. What the hell did she want?

  “You’d rather it be a sneak attack? Seems like an asshole thing to do, but if you’d rather have the surprise of me touching you there when you’re unprepared—”

  “What? No. I guess, forget I said anything. Keep going. I’ll just pretend I’m not here dying of embarrassment with my face on fire.”

  He grinned and cupped the side of her face. “I like when you blush. It’s cute.”

  “It makes me seem like a naïve fool.”

  “Nothing wrong with being naïve, baby. So long as you got someone watching your back. You got me now. So you can be as naïve as you like.”

  “Thanks. I think.”

  He handed the soap over to her. “Wash me.”

  Her breath caught. Okay, that was an order she totally didn’t mind following. She ran the soap over his chest, paying particular attention to his nipples. She ran her thumb over first one then the other then back again.

  “Baby, my nipples don’t get that dirty,” he told her. She glanced up at him and saw his eyes dancing with amusement. It was growing darker now, and she wanted to caress him while she could still see him. So she washed his shoulders, arms, down his abs until she reached his cock. She was unsure about how to wash a cock, exactly. He reached down and took the soap from her hand.

  “I’ll take it from here. You lie back there.” He nodded at the opposite end of the tub as he made quick work of washing the rest of his body. He then knelt and washed her legs, working his way up to her pussy. The soap was lost as he cupped her mound and pressed a finger deep into her passage.

  She groaned and threw her head back.

  “My baby needs me.”

  His baby didn’t ever not need him, it seemed.

  “Yes,” she groaned as he thrust his finger in and out of her tight passage. She slid down slightly and nearly submerged in the water. Okay, that wasn’t good. She wanted to come but she didn’t want to drown while she did. Although, what a way to go.

  But West must have decided it was time to move things to a different location. He climbed out of the tub and quickly dried himself off, wrapping the towel around his waist once more. Then he grabbed hold of her, lifting her carefully out and setting her briefly on the ground as he dried her off. He wrapped the towel around her and picked her up, carrying her inside.

  “I can walk. It’s not my legs that are injured.”

  “I like carrying you,” he replied. “I like having you in my arms. Having you close.” He kicked the backdoor shut and carried her to the bed. He set her down on the floor and stripped off her towel then his.

  His eyes studied her. Claimed her. Hungered for her. His cock, large, firm, and beautiful stood at attention.

  “Gonna take that pussy tonight, baby girl,” he told her.

  “Good,” she replied.

  Warmth filled his gaze. “Good. That’s what I want to hear. My baby is fucking perfect for me.”

  She liked that.

  No, scratch that. She loved it.

  “Want you to
lie back on the bed. Knees up and spread. Got a taste for that pussy last night, been hankering for more ever since.”

  Holy shit.

  “Baby, you’re not moving,” he said quietly. “Do I scare you?”

  “Sometimes,” she said honestly.

  “You don’t have to be scared of me, baby girl. For you, I’m a giant pussycat.”

  She very much doubted that.

  “I would never hurt you. Not beyond what you’d like.”

  Okay, she believed that.

  “But the real reason you don’t have to be scared, is because I’m going to do whatever it takes to make sure you never feel frightened again. Once your brother is gone from your life, there will be no more fear, Flick. You give me you, all of you, and I’ll take on any burdens you have. I’ll make it so you live free and easy from all worries. I’ll take it all, baby girl. Gladly. Just to see you smile and laugh and living a life that’s carefree. Understand?”

  Sort of. And she figured what she did understand should probably freak her out, but it didn’t. It just made her love him more. And she hadn’t thought that was possible.

  “You have all of me.”

  “I’d believe that, baby girl, if you were lying on that bed, knees bent, legs spread wide, ready for me to eat you out.”

  Okay. Far be it for her to argue with a man who wanted a demonstration that he had all of her. Using her good arm to help balance herself, even though her other arm was still free of the sling, she got herself into position. Her cheeks went red as she spread her legs, opening herself up to his gaze.

  There was a silence, and she craned her head so she could see him. “West? Everything okay?”

  “Okay? Fuck no. Everything is fucking amazing. When you’re more comfortable with this, I’ll get you to reach down and part those lips with your fingers, show me how much you want me. And I’m betting you want me a lot, isn’t that right, baby girl?”

  “Yes,” she said so quietly she worried he wouldn’t hear.

  “Yes, my baby wants me.”

  He reached down and grasped her around the waist. “Gonna pull you down the bed, baby girl. I’ll go easy.”

  And he did, moving her carefully so he didn’t jar her shoulder. Finally, he had her hips positioned at the edge of the mattress and he parted her pussy lips himself. Then leaning in, he took a deep sniff.