by Karly Morgan
Without missing a beat, I changed up our rhythm to fit this song and kept her close as we continued dancing. Carissa didn’t argue a bit as she followed my lead, closing her eyes and hopefully cherishing this as much as I was.
Our moment was shattered when I heard Karlene’s scream of outrage from the gate of the backyard clearing.
“Oh hell no! That’s our song!” she bellowed furiously as she stormed across the grass, hair flying behind her like Malificent’s cape from Snow White.
“You’re not welcome here,” I informed her, tucking Carissa in close to my body as I turned to face my obnoxious ex-girlfriend.
“I had to see this train wreck with my own two eyes. Ya didn’t have ta take it this far, Kolt. I told ya, you’d won,” Karlene told me, hurt blazing from her eyes, as well as outrage as she came to a halt with her hands on her hips mere inches in front of me. I took a big step backward to put space between her and I, keeping Carissa glued to my side as I did.
“Well, ya saw, now leave,” I told her, motioning her back toward the gate she’d let herself in through. “Don’t let the gate hit you on the way out. Or do. I don’t care which, as long as ya leave now.”
“What the hell are ya doin’ here?” Earl roared, approaching Karlene from behind, fury etched all over his face. “I told ya ta keep your ass at home.”
“I’m a grown adult now, Daddy. I can make my own decisions,” Karlene said defiantly as she turned on him. “And it’s nice ta know just how loyal to your own daughter ya are.”
“If you’re such an adult, ya can find your own place ta live and pay your own bills,” Earl replied, nailing her with a stare that would have most men cringing. Most people thought he was a pushover, but I’d known better for a long time. This man was a force to be reckoned with if antagonized. He just never let much get him that riled up.
“Mama would never allow ya ta kick me out,” Karlene retorted smugly, and I groaned while rolling my eyes. The last thing either Carissa or I needed was this drama, today of all days.
“Take this somewhere else,” Mama ordered, leaning on Caleb as she moved over to face off with Karlene and Earl. This was the absolute worst thing that could happen with her around. I wasn’t sure how much their conflict would impact her already weakened heart. “Both of ya, out. Now.”
“I apologize,” Earl sincerely said to the four of us as he gripped Karlene’s arm tightly in his meaty fist and hauled her back out of the yard, kicking and screaming the entire way. It wasn’t until we heard a car door slam that her screeching came to a halt and saved our eardrums.
“Wow…” Carissa breathed, finally seeming to find her voice through the shock I knew she must be feeling.
“I’m so sorry ‘bout that,” I told her, pulling her back into my arms. “I had no idea she’d resort to crashin’ our weddin’.”
“Reception. She didn’t actually crash the wedding,” Carissa corrected with a grin on her face, which calmed the worry that my ex’s drama had already caused problems for her and me.
“Right you are,” I agreed as I led her back to our table. “Are ya hungry? We could get some food.”
“That sounds wonderful,” she responded, so I changed direction toward the table where everything was lined up. We dished up a couple of plates and returned to our table, her taking the seat next to mine against all of my protests. “You can’t eat if I’m blocking you. Besides, I don’t want to end up wearing your food.”
“Oh really?” I asked, remembering I still had to pay her back for the soap suds in the kitchen and making me fall on the floor.
“Don’t you dare,” she warned in a low voice that could rival my mother’s. “If you even entertain one more thought of me wearing anything on your plate, I’ll take your mama’s advice and snap you back into line.”
“Please don’t make her do that,” Caleb groaned a few seats away as he curled in on himself with a grimace. “Ya won’t be havin’ sex for a while if ya do, if ya catch my drift.”
My eyes widened in horror as what Caleb was telling me sunk in, and my eyes swung widely between my mama’s grinning face and Carissa’s smug one.
“Ya wouldn’t…” I drawled in disbelief that Carissa would even consider doing such a thing. I knew she had some spunk, but I didn’t think she was all-out cruel.
“Try me and find out,” she said sweetly before popping a grape into her mouth and chewing.
“I think I’ll pass,” I mumbled, digging into my own food and doing my best not to imagine other places her mouth could be otherwise occupied if we were alone in my—now our—room upstairs. I failed miserably as images of her down on her knees wearing only her panties with her lips wrapped around my cock flooded my brain.
“You are a naughty, naughty boy,” she whispered in my ear, and I looked over to see her leaning toward me to do so, a sultry grin curving those luscious lips of hers. “I was always taught that patience was a virtue. Doesn’t look to me like you’re being all that virtuous.”
Her eyes darted down to the bulge in my pants that was damn near killing me with the pain of being confined behind that torturous zipper and back up to my face.
I closed my eyes and rolled my head on my shoulders, praying for the strength to make it through however much longer this BBQ would take before we could safely make our escape. Her breathy laugh made things that much harder to handle, and I knew she knew that when she let out a second one when I groaned over the first one.
“Unless you wanna find out just how impatient I can be, ya might wanna behave yourself,” I warned her, drawing another one of those sexy laughs from her. She was playing with fire, and if she wasn’t careful, she was going to get burned.
Chapter Nineteen
Carissa
Somehow, being officially married to Kolton made me want him that much more, so when we reached the top of the stairs, his hand holding mine firmly in his own, and he led me toward his room instead of us parting ways, I didn’t object. We’d agreed to start this out as a traditional marriage, which meant sharing a room and a bed. What startled me the most was my complete lack of nerves about what I knew we were about to do. The flirting and make-out sessions having already fully primed me for the main event.
“If ya wanna change your mind, now’s the time to do it,” he warned me just before we entered his room.
I knew once we crossed that threshold, there was no turning back. The thing was, I didn’t want to.
“We agreed to try this,” I reminded him, unable to keep the desire burning me alive from the inside from making my voice thick with the need coursing through me.
That seemed to be all the confirmation he needed because he opened the door and led me through it without another word, quickly closing it behind us. In the same smooth movement, he spun me around and pulled me in close to his body, his mouth coming down hard over mine, his tongue demanding entrance so he could taste me thoroughly, while one of his hands slid into my hair to hold me in place and the other released my hand to slide down to my ass and cup it roughly.
Without hesitation, I returned his kiss, my hands sliding up the front of his shirt to grip his collar tight with my fists as I pressed my needy body as close to his as I could get while we were still clothed.
“Wrap your legs around me, darlin’,” he instructed as he lifted me up by my ass cheek one-handed, since his fingers were still tangled in my hair, without breaking our passionate kiss.
I complied eagerly, rubbing my hot core against the ridge in his jeans to help ease the ache throbbing there, as soon as my legs locked together at his lower back.
“If ya keep doin’ that, this ain’t gonna last long,” Kolton warned, finally pulling his lips from mine so we could both draw in much-needed air, trailing small kisses along my cheek to my jaw until he reached the area behind my ear that sent shivers racing down my spine.
My left hand slid to grip the back of his neck, and my fingernails scraped his scalp as I fisted the hair there. I angled my head so he had better access and squ
eezed him tighter with my legs, moaning loudly in response to his teasing.
“I need more,” I groaned, arching my back so that my already hard nipples were rubbing against his chest through the fabric separating us. “Why are we still dressed?”
Needing to feel skin against skin, I eagerly began unbuttoning the shirt he was wearing, nipping, licking, and kissing the skin I could reach as I exposed it until I couldn’t reach any more of the buttons with it still tucked into his jeans. I shoved the open part off his shoulders and tasted every inch my mouth could access.
When I lightly sank my teeth into the area where his shoulder met his neck, he tossed his head back and released a growl that made me even hotter for him. “You are a little wildcat, aren’t ya?”
I didn’t answer because just then, the hand that had been perfectly molded to my ass cheek made its way under the hem of my dress, pushed my panties aside, and sank two fingers deep inside my dripping core. All of my awareness centered on the movement of those fingers and how they hit every spot I needed them to.
My hips began rocking in time with every thrust of his fingers, taking every ounce of the pleasure he was offering. His thumb pressed against my rear hole, and my eyes widened in shock as he gently pressed the tip in without slowing the rhythm he’d established before. Having never had anyone anywhere near my backside, I tensed for a moment before his lips covered mine once again and all rational thought was lost to me.
Standing there in the middle of his room, me wrapped around him and riding his hand for all it was worth, he made me explode harder than I’d ever orgasmed before. As wave after wave of pleasure rolled through me, I threw back my head and let out a scream that sounded a lot like his name, but I was so far gone, I couldn’t be one hundred percent sure.
Kolton continued working me, forcing my orgasm to last much longer than it normally would have before slowing his pace bit by bit to help bring me back down to reality.
As my body went limp in his arms, completely sated, he gently laid me down on top of the covers on his bed, leaning over me with a cocky grin.
“You like that, did ya?” he asked, and I wished I had some smart remark or witty comeback handy, but my mind drew a blank. All I could do was give him a lazy smile and nod slightly. “Good. ‘Cause we’re just gettin’ started, darlin’.”
I watched as he shed his clothes slowly, as if he was drawing out the suspense for me, a knowing grin sexily accenting an already perfect face. Heat pooled between my legs as first his shirt went sailing across the room, exposing the ripples of muscles well-earned working outside on the ranch.
Next, I watched, completely fascinated, as he popped the button on his jeans and then slid down the zipper. With the way he drew the entire experience out, you’d have thought he worked as a male stripper or escort. He sure knew how to prolong the experience, making me salivate for more while he took his sweet time.
“Hurry up,” I ordered, squirming on the bed as my freshly awakened arousal ignited into a raging inferno, threatening to light his—make that our—sheets on fire.
“Someone forgettin’ their virtues?” he teased with a raised eyebrow, and I wanted to smack him hard for throwing my earlier words back at me. If his intelligent wit hadn’t already alerted me, his hot-as-sin body definitely screamed loud and clear that this was no country bumpkin I was dealing with. This was a hot-blooded, burn-me-alive-while-I’m-begging-for-it man.
Rather than verbally respond, I slid the hem of my dress up over my hips, exposing the baby-pink lacy thong with a tiny ribbon bow just below my navel I’d chosen to wear under it. When I got that far, I slowed my progress considerably so he’d experience the agonizingly erotic torture he was putting me through with his strip tease.
His eyes dilated as he seemed to forget what he’d been in the middle of doing to me and watched the revealing of my skin, one slow, half inch at a time. Next thing I knew, he had his jeans and boxer briefs off and flung across the room, having lost control of the patience needed to hold himself back. He was on the bed hovering over me in an even quicker blink of an eye.
The calloused hand I so thoroughly enjoyed riding just a few minutes before pushed the dress up and over my head, tossing it over to rest with his pile of discarded clothing, so I was left in nothing but my thong and its matching bra along with the cowgirl boots he’d given me. I went to kick the boots off as his hands kneaded my breasts through my bra, nipping at the hardened nipples through the lace, but he stopped me.
“Leave ‘em on. Can’t tell ya how sinfully sexy you look layin’ on my bed like this. I want those on ya while your legs are wrapped around my head, thighs squeezin’ my head and you’re comin’ all over my mouth while screamin’ my name all over again,” he told me, and I moaned just imagining the scene he’d just described right before he ripped my panties from my body, settled himself between my legs, and went to work making every word he’d promised a reality my body was eagerly begging for.
“My God, Kolton!” I screamed as he worked me harder and harder with his mouth, alternating between fucking me with his tongue to sucking my clit while he pounded in and out of me with his fingers. I dug the heels of the boots into the middle of his back as I pressed my thighs tightly against his head, trapping him there as he sent not one, not two, but three raging orgasms roaring through my body, forcing me to scream out his name each time one slammed through me with a force that left me breathless in its wake.
“If I’d known you would be this damn amazin’ in bed, I woulda had ya in here days ago,” he told me as he climbed up my limp body to settle his thick, hard cock between my still quivering legs. He slid deep inside me in one hard thrust that had me crying out my pleasure once again before he covered my mouth with his, swallowing down my pleas for more as if they were his very sustenance for survival.
Relentlessly, he pounded into me, slowly at first but gaining tempo as sweat began dripping between our bodies.
“So good. Ya feel so good wrapped around my cock. So tight and hot and wet…” Kolton moaned in my ear as he pistoned in and out of me, hitting spots deep inside me I hadn’t even realized were there to send me spiraling into yet another mind-blowing, earth-shattering orgasm.
Never had I experienced sex like this. I’d never even known it could be like this. To say Kolton had rocked my world would be the understatement of the millennium.
When I felt his hot cum shoot deep inside me, an orgasm I hadn’t even felt building burst through me like a tidal wave. This one left fireworks exploding behind my eyelids as they fluttered closed from the pure exhaustion that followed.
Every muscle in my body felt well-used and sated. Sleep began dragging me under, as soon as Kolton pulled himself out of my body. I didn’t even realize he’d gone to the bathroom to clean himself up and retrieve a warm, damp rag to clean me up as well until I felt him spread my legs and proceed to do just that.
Unable to lift my lids, I murmured my gratitude and tried to let sleep pull me under.
The bed shifted as Kolton kneeled on it and gathered me into his arms, and it startled me awake.
“What’re you doing?” I asked, my voice thick from being so tired.
“Gettin’ ya situated under the covers so you’ll be more comfortable,” he said softly, and I nodded a sleepy acceptance of his explanation, sleep beginning to pull me back under from the emotion of the day, and then our very enthusiastic exertion when we’d gotten to the room.
“You feel real good cuddled up against me,” I thought I heard him mutter, but it sounded far away as I drifted between being awake and asleep. I knew he’d slid in behind me, gathered me close to his body, and wrapped his arm around me in a spooning fashion I’d always heard that men hate doing.
After that, I was out like a light and had never slept so good in my life as I did that night with Kolton holding me close, making me feel safe and cherished.
When I woke the next morning to his snores, I laid there thinking about how much had changed in my life in s
uch a short amount of time in the faint light beginning to paint the horizon with the sunrise. I wasn’t usually an early riser, especially after such a late night.
“What’s got that brain of yours turnin’ now, darlin’?” Kolton’s voice rumbled in my ear, startling me from my inner analysis of how far I’d come in just over a week’s time. I hadn’t noticed his deep snores stop as he awoke behind me.
“How nice it is to wake up in your arms,” I told him, not wanting to discuss the deep stuff first thing in the morning before coffee. Besides, it wasn’t a lie really. I truly did enjoy waking up in this man’s arms. Something I’d never before thought would appeal to me after seeing how cold and loveless my parents’ marriage was.
“Mmmm, it’s nice to have ya wake up here in my arms,” he murmured as he began kissing down the side of my neck, his whiskers tickling me in a way that was sinfully erotic. I shifted slightly and felt his morning wood pressing into my very naked backside and realized he’d come to bed just as unclothed as I had. “Careful there, darlin’, or we’ll be havin’ a repeat performance of last night, and I imagine you’re pretty sore already.”
I hadn’t noticed it, but he was right. It had been a while since the last time I’d had sex, and Kolton had worked me pretty hard, much to my delight. The men my father had approved of me dating were underwhelming at best in the sack, so having a man who knew exactly how to send me soaring into another dimension was quite refreshing. It was almost tempting enough to ignore my soreness and demand he take me again, right up until my stomach rumbled loudly.
“Aww shit. What time is it?” Kolton asked as he ceased kissing my neck and dropped his head back onto the pillow.
“Probably time to get up and start breakfast,” I told him, having no clue other than beginning to see the sun peek above the fields out in the distance from the window I was facing. Apparently, Kolton didn’t sleep with the curtains closed or had been too preoccupied the night before to bother closing them.
“I’d much rather stay here with you,” he said in a soft, sexy voice that caused goose pimples to ripple across every inch of my skin and my nipples to pebble into hard nubs. He pulled my body closer against his and pressed his erection hard into my tailbone to prove the point I’d already understood loud and clear.