The backs of his fingers reached her lower back and he groaned. “Yes, ‘oh’. And that memory always leads to another. The one of you on your knees on my bed, your mouth on me as you rode that bottle. How I wanted to see it sliding inside you but I couldn’t stand the thought of stepping away.”
She was too turned on to hold her tongue. “That’s what I thought about last night.”
John leaned his head down and scraped his teeth along her shoulder. “Did you, baby? Did you come as hard as I told you to? What did you use?”
She nodded. “My vibrator. And yes. So hard I had to cover my mouth with my pillow.”
“So no one could hear you while you came for me.” His breath had sped up. “That’s good, baby. This bottle doesn’t vibrate, but I’ll make it up to you later. Here. Take a sip.”
His arm came around and she saw his beer bottle. Oh God he was going to…oh God. She sipped, the rich flavor filling her mouth before he took it away.
“Now lean forward on your hands and knees and spread your legs a bit more. Yes. Like that. I’m going to enjoy you like this. Finally watch you come like this. Two long running fantasies fulfilled for the price of one. Are you ready?”
She was panting now, her arms immersed in the deeper water up to her elbows, hands in the soft mud, the ends of her hair floating in the water. She’d had formal scenes in front of dozens of people that were more exposed than this. But she’d never been so vulnerable. Turned on. “Yes.”
“Good answer.” His hand came down hard on one ass cheek, then the other, and she cried out in surprise. “That was for making me tell you to get naked twice.”
He spanked her again. “God, you’re ass begs to be spanked, baby. Every time you walk away, every time you bend over, it tempts me. And now that I get a good look at this sweet tattoo…why a bunny? With wings no less.”
Trudy closed her eyes, trying hard to hold herself together. “It’s a private joke between Caroline and me. She has a matching one on her thigh.”
He hummed as he traced it with his finger. “It looks innocent. Virginal. And it only makes me want to spank you more. To see this lush, innocent ass turn red under my hands.”
Her skin was stinging, but this sensation she knew. Loved. As he spanked her, getting into a rhythm that was driving her crazy, she could tell he was good at this. He knew exactly how to do it. He was controlled. Just the right amount of force. John. John was spanking her. “Oh, God.”
“I know, baby.” He spanked her cheeks again, once, twice, then one lighter tap between her thighs. And another, shooting sparks up her spine. “I know you want more. I can see how hot you are. How wet.”
He stopped and left her skin tingling and warm. Then the narrow rim of the tip of the bottle was caressing her sex.
“But I have to do this. I’ve imagined it too many times. I never drink one of these in public, you know. It would be impossible to explain my hard-on to the old men at the bar.”
She laughed softly, breathlessly, and he spanked her for it. Once more. But there was a smile in his voice.
“You think that’s funny? That you’ve stopped me from carousing with my neighbors or joining the bar’s fantasy football pool? All because the only thing I can think about when I take a drink from one of these bottles is getting it between your thighs and fucking you with it until you beg for mercy.”
It was inside her now. She’d used glass dildos before to recreate the sensation, but without him it had never been the same. He rocked it in and out in shallow thrusts, groaning with every one.
“So pretty,” he muttered. “So wet, aren’t you?”
God, she was. The slender neck was exciting—more than that that his hand was guiding it—made her feel weak and needy. Her arms were shaking as she struggled to hold herself above the water. He wouldn’t let her fall, she knew. She trusted him. Hadn’t she always? But she craved more. Him. No more re-creations. She wanted him inside her. “John.”
His fingers dropped between her legs to join the bottle, lightly pinching her clit and then rising to press his soaked thumb between the cheeks of her ass. “Trudy. You don’t know what it’s doing to me, seeing you like this. Let me show you…” His thumb pushed past the tight muscles and stretched her ass.
“John. Yes, oh—” No shame. Not when it came to him. It crossed her mind that he could do anything to her. That she would give him anything. And then nothing crossed her mind but this. What he was doing to her. Her body quaking with the need for release. “Please.”
“You need to come, baby?”
“Yes!”
“I’m not done with you yet,” he answered thickly. “Not done seeing those pretty pink lips part for me. Not done thinking about what else I could put inside you. How long I could stop myself from resisting you. From finding out for myself how good it feels to be buried hip deep in heaven.”
Her forehead skimmed the water and she whipped her head up with a surprised gasp. “John, I’m begging you. Please let me…”
He moaned, taking the bottle out and dropping it beside him, his now-free fingers slipping into her sex. He added a third finger and the stretch made her cry out in pained pleasure. “If you hadn’t taken that so fucking perfectly, begged so sweetly, I might make you wait. But I can’t. I can’t. Come for me again, Trudy. Give me more.”
She cried out, her voice echoing across the water as she rocked back against his hands. His fingers inside her. His thumb. His teeth bit into her shoulder and she shouted again, the pain enhancing the sensation as waves of pleasure crashed against her.
She was falling…falling toward the water—her arms weren’t strong enough to hold her up. But John was. He caught her before she went under, turned her easily in his arms and headed deeper into the pond, her trembling body draped over his as he floated.
Heaven. This felt like heaven. The water. The man.
He kissed her forehead and she wrapped her arms around him, her leg brushing against his hot, still-hard erection. So big she bit her lip, arousal stirring inside her. She couldn’t wait.
“You didn’t…”
John chuckled. “I didn’t.”
“You could have.” She’d wanted him to. More than she’d imagined she would. More than she’d ever admit.
“Not responsibly. If I’d been in my right mind I would have pulled the condom out of my wallet when I took off my clothes.”
“Oh.” She hadn’t even been thinking. She still wasn’t, not in the strictest sense. He kicked under the water and sent them further out. “Don’t let me go, John. I don’t think I can move yet.”
His tone turned tender. “I’ve got you, Trudy. You know I’ve got you.”
After a few blissful moments in the water, he guided them back to shore, carrying Trudy in his arms with an ease that made her feel undeniably cared for and utterly feminine. She hummed against his chest, pressing soft kisses on his damp skin. “Any more fantasies with unusual pervertables in strange places?”
His laugh vibrated against her cheek. “Honey, you might be surprised. I’ve had way too much time to think about it. But everything doesn’t have to happen tonight.”
He stopped where he’d dropped his jeans and bent down with her still in his arms, rustling through the pocket. “Keep hold of my neck.” She tightened her grip and when he stood, he dropped her legs. “Good girl, now wrap your legs around my waist. I need my hands.”
She knew her eyes had gone wide, her heart racing again as the warm, cuddly feeling was replaced by heat. “Why?”
She was looking down at his face, her sex pressed against the hard muscles of his stomach when he met her gaze. “Because I can’t wait anymore, Trudy Adams. I’m a patient man, or at least, I thought I was. But after seeing you like that? After having your mouth on me? I refuse to let you out of my arms without finally knowing what it’s like to be inside you. Any problems with that? Any concerns? Speak now.”
“No.” She was ready. More than ready. Desperate. “No problems at all.�
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She heard foil tear and then his arms skimmed her ass as he rolled the condom on. When he was finished, he cupped her hips and kissed her mouth softly before pulling away. “I’m not good with words.”
Trudy shook her head. “Liar.”
“Romance is not something I’m used to thinking much about,” he continued. “But I want you to know—”
“John please.” She was more turned on then she’d ever been and frankly terrified that the next words he said would stop this moment from happening. “Please. I can’t wait either. Right here. No more words. Just fuck me.”
He groaned, guiding her to the wide head of his erection. “Hell, Trouble. You might kill me yet.”
“Oh John. Oh fuck, John.” She knew. She’d seen him. Had him in her mouth. She knew he was big. But the stretch was exquisite—pain and pleasure. Her back arched and her nails dug into his shoulders as he slowly lowered her down his shaft. “Fuck!”
“Breathe, baby, please…oh, yes, take it. I know you can take it. You were made for it. Made to ride me. Trudy. Oh, my Trudy.”
He was going too slow. She tightened her legs around him and thrust her hips. Yes. So full. Finally. “John.”
“Jesus.” He swore and began to lift and lower her with more force than she imagined he realized.
She loved it. The power of him. The strength. Standing with his legs slightly spread, easily guiding her movements. Deep…so damn deep inside her, tears streamed down her cheeks.
“Baby,” he groaned. “Baby you feel too good. Too tight.” He picked up the pace and groaned again, lowering himself to his knees. “Look at you. Fuck, look at you.”
Trudy tried to focus, following his gaze to her breasts, watching them bounce with every thrust. She glanced up to see an expression close to pain on John’s face and experienced an entirely female thrill that she could affect him as much as he was shattering her.
“You like them?” She let go of his shoulders with one hand and lifted her breast, holding it up like an offering.
“I’m obsessed with them,” he corrected in a low, pained voice. “Starving for them. Pinch your nipple for me...harder, Trudy. As hard as I would.”
She gasped as she obeyed, the sharp sting sending ripples to her sex and back. John was grinding her against his hard shaft now, his unblinking gaze riveted. “Lean back, I’ve got your hips.” She did as he said and he followed her, holding her hips high against him while her shoulder blades pressed into the grass. “Lean back and squeeze them with both hands. Fuck, yes.”
Trudy was shaking her head back and forth, mindless with the pleasure this new position was giving her. She pushed her breasts together and he whispered her name harshly, taking her with a ferocity that sent her over the edge.
She was flying. Breaking. Blind with the force of her orgasm. Her fingers tightened painfully against her flesh and her back arched completely off the ground as he joined her. It was like lightning. Summer lightning and heat shooting out every nerve ending she had, destroying her then putting her back together again.
She might never be the same.
John collapsed beside her and pulled her into his arms, kissing every inch of skin he could reach. “Trudy,” he whispered her name. That was all he said.
She smiled giddily, a rush of endorphins coursing through her veins. The smile turned into a chuckle. John tugged her onto his chest, pushing her wet curls out of her face. “What?”
“Nothing, Big Bad.”
“Me.” He raised one eyebrow. “You’re laughing at me because I’m a slave to your bouncing breasts.”
“I am not!”
“Then why?”
She wiped her eyes and set her chin on her hands where they rested on his chest. “I’m just…” Happy. Joyful. Content. “I just feel good. And bad.” She winked. “I used to think skinny-dipping was the wildest thing I could ever do in that pond. I now stand thoroughly and devastatingly corrected.”
John’s lips tilted. “I told you, I had a lot of time to think about the things I wanted to do to you.”
“I can’t wait to check off that list.”
He sat up, taking her with him until he was standing and she was hovering in mid-air.
“You think flinging me around like a sack of potatoes is sexy, don’t you?” she accused breathlessly.
“Yes.”
Her tongue came out to lick her lips. “You are so right.”
He started walking toward his patio door, leaving their clothes and drinks behind. “And you, my darling, are being particularly sassy. Haven’t I worn you out?”
“I am younger than you by ten years.” She shouted in surprised laughter when he shifted her and threw her over his shoulder.
“Then I suppose I’ll have to power through, geezer that I am, and give you the spanking and the all-night service you deserve.”
All night? Spanking?
Hell yes. “If you think that would be best.”
“Trouble, you are begging for it aren’t you?”
“Yes sir, I think I am.”
Chapter Six
Trudy lifted up her skirt again to look at the bruises on her skin in her bedroom mirror. The ones she’d been noticing for the last two days, every time she sat down or moved too fast. The ones that made her shiver in memory of his spanking, of his fingers pressing into her skin as she rode him. Of his control being tested by the strength of his desire.
After that night, when he saw the marks he’d put on her, both inadvertently and on purpose, he’d taken her home and instructed her to rest the next day. But that didn’t mean he’d been able to stay away completely.
He’d called her yesterday afternoon, told her to go into her room and lock the door, then guided her verbally through quite possibly the most erotic phone sex in the history of the world. He’d made her use her vibrator again, listening to her moans as he told her everything he was thinking about doing to her. He’d made her get out her small sample bottle of lube and the smaller, finger vibrator she’d admitted to having, and with a voice gritty with lust, he’d walked her through using it on her own ass.
He’d also had her text him pictures throughout the day. Of her marks. Of her nipples. A shot between her legs with her vibrator still deep inside her. They were images she hoped he deleted in case his phone was lost or stolen.
Today, he’d called and she’d half expected another dirty command, her body already tingling when she saw his name on the caller ID. This time, however, he’d simply told her he was taking her to dinner and a show. And he’d strongly suggested she wear a skirt…with nothing underneath.
She couldn’t wait.
The unexpected knock on her door made her jump and drop her skirt, whirling around in time to see a frazzled-looking Caroline stomp into her room in a black bikini top and her stylish Daisy Dukes.
“You okay?”
Caroline’s hands lifted and curled into claws. She took a breath. “Trudy, you are the sister of my heart and I love you, but I’m planning on plucking your brother’s eyes out with my tweezers.”
Trudy bit her lip. “I’m sure he deserves it.”
“He really does.” She threw herself on Trudy’s bed, arms splayed, and sighed. “He’s the demon imp younger brother I never wanted. Now that he’s in his walking cast? He is everywhere I turn. And he’s spreading rumors about me.”
Trudy pulled her hair back into a ponytail and moved closer to the bed. “Well, that’s not his style.”
“Maybe he thinks it’s funny because I’m a gossip columnist. I don’t know.” Caroline sat up momentarily and stretched her arms out toward Trudy dramatically, frustration evident in the line of her body. “But he must be. I mean, look at me.” She gestured to the amount of skin her sexy bikini revealed, and Trudy knew if Caroline turned, the gorgeous flowery artwork that adorned her back would be on display.
“Diego chuckles like I have two heads every time he sees me, and today while I was visiting your horses—they are beautiful by the w
ay—that gorgeous hunk of Manly came in, saw me and actually backed away. He looked genuinely nervous. Those two are the only men in this town under seventy-five that aren’t taken, and they haven’t even flirted with me. I don’t think that’s ever happened to me before. What is wrong with Texas men?”
“They live in Texas.” Trudy covered her mouth to muffle her mirth. Jefferson must really be driving Caroline crazy. She should stop him. She really should. But Caroline’s reaction was…priceless. “Still think he’s a fit for L.A.?”
Her friend covered her eyes with her hands. “Kill me now. I’m sorry I said it. He would destroy my reputation in a week. If he weren’t your brother I’d have him kicked off that show. I looked into it. The producer owes me a favor.”
And there it was. The perfect opening to stop Jefferson. All Trudy had to do was ask Caroline to make it happen, and she would. So why wasn’t she? Nothing had changed in the last few days. She truly believed her brother going to Hollywood could be the worst mistake of his life.
Unless you told him and let him decide for himself…
She couldn’t. She couldn’t bear to see the look on his face when he discovered what their mother had left them for. What she’d become.
Time to change the subject before she gave in to temptation and her brother never spoke to her again. “Did Margery call you? She told me yesterday she would.”
Caroline smiled. “She did. That is one cheerful woman. I asked her how she could sound so happy after being stuck looking after your brother for so many years.”
Trudy gasped. “You did? What did she say?”
“She said, and I quote,” Caroline adopted a southern drawl that actually sounded a lot like Margery’s. “‘Some people say a man is all hat and no cattle. Jefferson has plenty of cattle and he knows it, but bless his heart, he just hasn’t found the right hat to fit him yet.’”
Trudy snorted. “I’m not sure entirely sure what that means, but knowing her, she’s right.”
Caroline shrugged. “The rest of the conversation was about as enlightening. She said her friend has agreed to do the interview because I know you, as long as I don’t go digging too deep. Which, of course, makes me want to dig.”
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