Jared (Coyote Ridge) (Volume 2)

by Nicole Edwards

  “Christ, Hope,” he breathed roughly.

  She pulled back enough to stare into his eyes, her forehead resting against his. She was breathing hard, her hands buried in his hair.

  Jared didn’t waste time; he carried her into her bedroom and lowered her to the bed, coming down with her. He crawled over her, his knee pushing between her thighs, the steely length of his erection pressing into her hip. And still he kissed her. He was desperate to consume her in every way possible. He wouldn’t lie to himself, he wanted more than this, but this was enough for now.

  “Jared…” Hope ground her pussy against his thigh. “Touch me. I need your hands on me.”

  Jared pulled back, staring down at her as Hope lifted the thin T-shirt she was wearing over her head, tossing it to the floor. Beneath that she was completely bare, her rosy nipples puckered as though they were beckoning him. He lowered his mouth to one nipple, sucking and licking as he drew her into his mouth. She moaned, long and loud, her cool fingers sliding into his hair, digging into his scalp.

  Hope cupped her other breast, holding it for him, and he shifted, gently biting her nipple before drawing hard and long on the pebbled tip.

  “Oh, God, yes.”

  Testing her, he drew even harder on her, and sure enough, Hope’s back bowed, her muttered cries filling the room. She liked that extra bite of pain. Goddamn, this woman was going to kill him.

  When Hope started trying to tear his shirt off of him, Jared pulled back and offered her assistance. He quickly disposed of his shirt, then stripped the thin boxers off her legs, baring her completely.

  “Oh, yeah,” he groaned.

  Knowing that once he got started, he wouldn’t be able to stop, Jared jumped to his feet, discarded his boots, then his jeans while he watched Hope. She fished a condom out of her nightstand, set it on the bed beside her, then gave him her full attention once more.

  He loved the way her eyes glazed over as her gaze traveled the length of him, pausing briefly at his dick, jutting up from his body, hot and hard and aching for her.

  When he joined her on the bed, Hope pushed Jared onto his back, but he took her with him. She only thought she was in control. When she straddled his stomach, he took charge, jerking her hips forward, then depositing her directly on his face.

  “Oh, yes!” Hope gripped the headboard while Jared slid his tongue through her slit, tasting her desire on her delicate flesh. He forced himself to slow down, wanting to savor her for as long as possible.

  That only worked until Hope began riding his tongue, grinding against his mouth. He worked her clit as she cried out his name over and over. When she stared down at him, he suckled harder, thrashing the tiny bundle of nerves, wanting her to come on his face.

  When Hope tried to pull away, he held her there, forcing her to give herself over to him. He wanted everything she would give him. And he wasn’t going to settle on one orgasm. He wanted them all.

  “Jared … oh, yes… Don’t stop… Oh…” She jerked her hips; he held her tighter. “I’m… You’re gonna make… Oh … hell, yes!”

  And just like that, Hope was coming on his face while Jared continued to lap at her, loving the way she’d given herself completely to him. As she tumbled over to the bed, he quickly changed positions, coming down over her and melding his lips to hers, wanting her to taste herself, to understand exactly why he was addicted to her.

  Her hands slid up his back, gently caressing him as he kissed her. The room cooled at least a few degrees although they weren’t anywhere close to finished. “I need to be inside you,” he told her.

  Hope nodded. “Yes, but…”

  He waited, brushing her damp hair back from her face, staring into those glittering eyes.

  Her smile stole his breath, and the wicked gleam in her eye made his dick jerk. “But not yet. It’s my turn.”

  His dick was screaming, “Oh, hell yeah!” at the same time his heart was moaning, “Better hang on for the ride, cowboy. You’re probably not gonna survive this.”

  HOPE HAD KNOWN the instant Jared stepped through her door that tonight would be life changing. Then again, it had been that way the very first night he stepped through the door.

  Although she desperately wanted to keep this on a sex-only basis, she wasn’t wired that way. From the moment she’d met this man, she’d known he would be capable of destroying her. She should’ve been stronger, but she wasn’t.

  And here he was, and the only thing she wanted was to see those stormy blue eyes darken, to pull that rough, dark growl from deep inside him as she bestowed him with pleasure. He sure knew how to push her buttons; she wanted to learn every damn one of his.

  With his hands tucked beneath his head, Jared stared back at her. She wanted to knock the wry amusement right off his face and replace it with undeniable pleasure. She straddled his hips, his thick, hard shaft pressing between her thighs. It would be so easy to take him inside her, to ride him until they both came undone, but she wasn’t ready for that yet. Well, she was and she wasn’t. First, she wanted to feast on him for a little while. It wasn’t often that she had this type of sinful buffet laid out before her. No reason to pass it up now.

  She plucked his nipples with her fingers, watching his eyes darken as she did. Adding her mouth to the mix, she teased and tormented the flat little discs until a rough growl escaped him.

  “Fuck… Hope. Baby, that feels good.”

  Now he knew how she felt.

  Hope nipped him, then licked the sting with her tongue before grazing her lips down his abs, over the soft hair that led lower. She had to move her body down as she went, sliding over the hard muscles of his body. She felt the coarse hair on his legs scrape the insides of her thighs. The sensation was erotic, making her nerve endings spark.

  And when she licked the head of his cock, Hope once again watched his eyes, enjoying the way he was watching her. His lips were no longer quirked with amusement. No, Jared’s expression was anything but amused. She could see the fire burning in his eyes, feel the heat of his hunger. He wanted her to continue, and she wanted that, too.

  “Suck me,” he ordered, his words deep, rough. “Suck my dick into your sweet mouth, baby.”

  Hope wrapped her lips around him, teasing him with her tongue. She didn’t take him all the way, wanting to make him wait, to make him suffer the way she had all these nights she’d spent dreaming about him, wanting him.

  “Oh, fuck, yes,” Jared groaned, gripping his shaft, holding it still. “Right there. Lick right there.”

  Hope curled her tongue around the swollen head, licking, gently allowing her teeth to scrape over his sensitive flesh.

  Jared directed his cock toward her mouth, and Hope took more of him. She drew on the thick head, slowly at first, then deeper, applying more suction. His fingers curled into her hair, but surprisingly, Jared didn’t try to guide her. He simply held on while she attempted to blow his mind.

  She was lost in giving him pleasure, loving the way he groaned, whispering her name as his eyes continued to watch her every movement. When he reached for the condom, she knew what he was thinking, but his next move took her by surprise. He reached for her, flipping her onto her back so fast she squeaked out her shock, laughing as he came down over her.

  “As good as that little mouth is,” he mumbled, his lips brushing hers, “I need to be inside you. Want to feel your pussy squeezing my dick.”

  Jared was quick to put the condom on, returning to his position over her. Hope spread her legs, expecting him to thrust inside, but he didn’t. He hovered there, surrounding her. His mouth was mere inches from hers, one arm curled beneath her head as he propped himself up on his elbow. His other hand was brushing her hair back from her face.

  This felt intimate.

  Although they’d done this before, although they had shared some sort of connection, this felt deeper than that. Strong
er. More powerful.

  Jared tilted her chin up with his finger, claiming her mouth with his, and Hope gave in to the kiss. She still sensed his hunger, but the urgency was no longer there. He was savoring her, and Hope felt something stir deep inside. Longing, maybe. She wanted this man. She wanted his passion, his desire, his dirty, dirty mouth. But she also wanted this.

  “Hope.” Jared met her gaze as his hand slid between them.

  She felt the thick head of his cock nudge against the entrance to her body. Wrapping her legs around his hips, she opened herself to him, her eyes drifting closed as he slowly filled her.

  Heaven.

  This felt unbelievably good. In a way she’d never anticipated.

  “Open your eyes, darlin’.”

  Hope forced her eyes open, meeting his intense gaze.

  Jared pressed his hips forward, lodging himself deep before retreating slowly. The slow glide of him inside her made her body tingle. He was making love to her. The knowledge of that choked her up. He must’ve realized it, too, because he shifted, moving her leg so that it was over his arm, changing the angle of his penetration.

  “Oh, hell, yes,” she hissed. Damn, that felt so good.

  Jared had pushed himself up enough to watch where their bodies were joined. Hope watched, too. When his cock disappeared inside her, her pussy clenched around his girth, taking him deep, deeper still.

  “More,” she whispered.

  As good as this was, she still needed more.

  Jared gave her more. Then more still. He began thrusting faster, harder, deeper, still watching as he filled her. He put one hand on the back of her calf, forcing her leg closer to her head. His pelvis shifted and he drove in again, this time making her cry out with the exquisite intensity of the sensations building inside her.

  “That’s it, Hope. I want you to come for me. Come on my cock, baby.”

  He began thrusting harder, jerking his hips once he was halfway in, driving into her with such delicious power she thought she was going to lose her mind and her sanity.

  “Jared…” Hope gripped his biceps, digging her nails into his flesh. She couldn’t help herself. She was clinging to a very fine edge right now, so close. She didn’t want to go over, though; she wanted this to last forever.

  The way he made her feel, the way he looked at her with such… She didn’t know what she saw in his eyes, but it was something deep, something powerful.

  “Come for me, sweetheart. Don’t hold back.”

  Jared moved, dropping her leg as he began slamming into her. He held himself over her, staring down into her eyes as he fucked her relentlessly. Hope groaned, trying to fight off the orgasm. It was overwhelming. It seared her senses, made her feel too much. He was pushing her too far, making her crazy with these overpowering feelings.

  “That’s it,” he encouraged. “Milk my dick.”

  His dirty mouth did it for her. He knew just what she needed to fling her right over the rocky ledge and into the glorious black abyss that sent electrical currents racing out from her core.

  “Oh, yes…” Hope bit her lower lip as her orgasm took her, rocketing her higher than she’d ever been before.

  But Jared didn’t stop; he continued to fuck her, filling her so completely until she was suspended somewhere between heaven and hell, a sensation so intoxicating she knew she was going to splinter into millions of pieces any second now.

  “Hope.” He growled, his voice dark and rich. “Damn, baby. That’s it. Come for me, Hope. Aww, fuck yes.”

  She felt his cock pulsing inside her as his powerful thrusts became jerky. They’d reached that ever-prominent pinnacle together, and he was coming with her. That was enough to set off another less intense but still blissfully devastating orgasm.

  No doubt about it, if Jared kept this up, Hope would forever be ruined by him. No other man would ever stand a chance.

  Chapter Thirty-One

  JARED HAD LEARNED that holding Hope in his arms was one of the most incredible feelings in the world. Right now, as he tried to ignore his dick’s eagerness to be inside her again, he focused on the soft sound of her breathing. They’d made love for the second time not twenty minutes ago, and still his body was desperate for her. He was thirty-six years old, for chrissakes. Not fifteen. Yet his little head didn’t seem to realize that.

  He was spooned around her, his nose buried in her sweetly scented hair. She was so warm and soft he should’ve easily been able to fall asleep, yet he didn’t want to close his eyes.

  “You awake?” she whispered, her hand sliding over his arm, up, down, up, down. A gentle caress that made his heart beat harder for reasons that weren’t entirely related to sex.

  “I’m awake. You?”

  She giggled, as he’d expected. “Barely.”

  “You should sleep. I know you have to be up early.”

  Hope didn’t say anything, but the soft sweep of her fingers down his arm didn’t stop, so he waited, wondering if there was something on her mind.

  “I’d like to spend a little time with Derrick,” she said, her voice nearly too faint for him to hear.

  With this surprising revelation, Jared found himself moving, rolling Hope to her back so he could look down at her. “You … do?”

  She nodded, a very subtle move of her head.

  “Are you sure?”

  This time she shook her head no. “Not at all.” Her eyes lifted to meet his. “I’m terrified, Jared.”

  “Of kids?” How could anyone be scared of a kid?

  Her eyes drifted toward the wall, but Jared continued to watch her, brushing her hair from her face. He could tell she was gathering her thoughts, and he absolutely wanted to hear her reasoning.

  “I’ve wanted kids since I was young. Probably fourteen, I guess.” She smiled but didn’t look at him. “No, I didn’t want kids when I was fourteen, but I knew I wanted them someday. A whole houseful of them. Then, when I was sixteen, my mother died. Heart attack.”

  Hope was silent for a moment. Jared moved closer, settling down beside her, his head resting on the pillow, his arm still resting over her torso.

  “That was a tough time for us all. My dad was beside himself. My mom was the love of his life. When she died…” Hope sighed. “I knew from then on that I had to help with the ranch. My father needed help, needed someone who could make decisions when necessary, so I stepped into the role.”

  “At sixteen?”

  “Yeah. But it didn’t bother me. I was still in school, and so were my sisters. But I would get up before school to do chores, then finish them up after I got home. Faith was the youngest. She was six. Even at that age, she tried to help out as much as she could, but she’s always been”—Hope chuckled—“a girl. She doesn’t like to get her hands dirty if she doesn’t have to. Trin didn’t mind getting dirty, which was a huge help to me. But it was hardest on Gracie and Mercy. They handled our mother’s death differently. Gracie just kinda stopped living for a while. And Mercy … she was rebellious, always getting into trouble. She was a lot for my dad to handle.

  “When I was seventeen, I desperately wanted to move out of the main house. It reminded me so much of my mother, and I missed her so much. I don’t think he wanted me to, but my dad finally agreed. We’d started building cabins on the property back then, and he let me live in one. I loved being on my own, having a little space from my sisters. I closed myself off from them some.”

  She glanced over at him as though making sure he was listening, then continued, “When I was eleven, I got my first period. The pain was ridiculous. Really bad. My mother knew about it, and when it got to be too much, she took me to the doctor. They did some tests and said I had endometriosis. It’s caused when tissue that usually lines the uterus grows outside of it.” She smiled. “Sorry for the anatomy lesson, but I really do have a point.”

  Jared brushed h
er hair back, silently urging her to continue.

  “I never told my father and I’d learned to live with it mostly. I had no other choice. I had too much to do to help my father. Both with the ranch and with my sisters. Being the oldest, I thought all the responsibility should fall on me.

  “Plus, I was… I was a little embarrassed to talk to him about it. He’s a man; I didn’t think he’d understand. A lot of women have cramps, but mine were … really bad. I would throw up. It was brutal. Anyway, I didn’t share the information with him, and when I was nineteen, I got to a point where the pain got to be too much. My dad found me on the kitchen floor, picked me up, dumped me in his truck, and drove me to the doctor. I had no choice but to tell him then.”

  Hope was silent for a minute, but Jared didn’t push her.

  “I also had to tell him that, because of it, the doctors had told me that I wouldn’t be able to have kids. I was devastated.”

  Oh, damn. Hope had dealt with all that at once.

  “And they were absolutely certain of that?” he questioned.

  She shrugged. “The doctor I saw then reconfirmed it. I was embarrassed and my dad was there with me. I didn’t want to talk about it or to deal with it. So I picked myself up, dusted myself off, and resigned myself to my fate. I would still be able to help with my sisters, help with the ranch. It was all I cared about, or so I told myself.” Hope paused, took a deep breath. “In my mid-twenties, I did have surgery that made a significant difference. It helped with the pain, but I still can’t have children.”

  “They told you that? It didn’t fix the problem?”

  “The doctor said it was highly unlikely.” She shrugged, as though it didn’t matter.

  Jared could tell it definitely mattered.

  “But before that, I met a guy. I think I was twenty, maybe twenty-one. Don’t remember. His name was Brian. Nice guy. Single dad. I met him at the feed store in town. We dated for a few months, I met his son, fell in love with the kid almost instantly.” Hope turned to smile at him. “It was hard not to. He was so cute.” She turned back. “Anyway, we dated for a year and a half. Right up until he met someone else and… Well, you know how it goes. I was so attached to his son that it broke my heart to have to walk away.”