Rocky Mountain Desire: Six Pack Ranch, Book 3

by Arend, Vivian

  He stopped and she cursed. Loudly.

  Matt nodded. “That’s right, I’m a bastard. Because I’m going to take it all. Every damn bit of you.”

  He levered her thighs into the air, spreading her wider. A cold sensation brushed between her butt cheeks, and she gasped. One of his fingers, slick with lube, pierced her ass.

  Oh God, oh God, oh God.

  Did she want this?

  Matt leaned up and stared into her face as he moved quickly and opened her on two fingers. The burn continued, edged with something else. “Yeah, you like that, don’t you?”

  “Yes. Oh damn…”

  The shot of cold as he squeezed lube directly into her ass warned he wasn’t giving her a lot of prep time. Which was fine. She wanted this. Wanted this reminder of being taken. Being used a little—for the right reasons.

  His cock touched her. The broad head slick as it pressed against her resistance, popping through the muscle with a sharp flash of—not pain. Not from Matt. A sharp pleasure that made Hope groan.

  He stared down at where they connected, shaking his head slightly. “Prettiest thing, seeing you take me into your body. Your pussy, your ass. All of you fits all of me so damn fine.”

  Another rock sank him deeper. He withdrew until just the head of his cock was inside her before pressing forward. He worked his way in slowly and yet quick enough. Less than a dozen moves and his groin was tight to her ass.

  Matt breathed out ragged and harsh. “Dammit. I hope you’re ready for a wild ride, because there ain’t no way I can go slow after seeing that.”

  He didn’t need her permission, but she wanted to say it anyway. “Do it. Fuck my ass, Matt.”

  He squeezed his eyes tight for a second before grasping her hips and doing just that. Quicker and quicker he pulled out only to slam in hard enough the bed shook, her breasts bouncing. Her ass burned, but it was a good sensation. Edgy, violent pleasure. He pounded in, making her crazy, aching for release. A single brush of his fingers over her clit and she came, pussy clutching, ass squeezing. He shouted, but didn’t come, just took her again and again until every last pulse had died away. Matt pulled all the way out, smiling as he looked down. She had to be wide open to him, his fingers light on her hole before he pressed in smoothly once more.

  “I’m not done, but I want your hands on me.”

  Matt reached up, cock slipping from her ass as he folded her like origami paper and let loose the ropes binding her to the bed. He pulled her fingers into his hands, massaging until the blood returned.

  Then he grinned as he put his cock against her now-closed hole and reopened her all over again.

  Dirty? Wicked good.

  “That feels so wonderful.”

  “I know.” He used the back of his forearm to wipe sweat from his brow. “I like how your body accepts me. Takes me in. Gives me what I need.”

  She grabbed hold of his shoulders and let her fingers dance over his muscles. Face to face as he rode her ass, slowly now, thoroughly, until his eyes kind of rolled back and he shook, his groin tight against her, heat and passion and wonderful connection all mixed into one.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Matt brought her to the shower and cleaned her from head to toe. Removed the plastic tie-straps. Washed her hair and wrapped her up like she was precious before bringing her back to bed and cocooning himself around her.

  He was going to use every possible means to show what she meant to him.

  “Your brothers are going to kick your ass if you don’t get back to the ranch soon.”

  Hope’s tired but contented comment earned her another kiss. He couldn’t seem to stop touching her. Kissing her.

  Wanting her.

  “I’ve done the same for them before. This is important. You’re important.” He rolled her over to discover what the tiny gasp escaping her had meant. “Oh damn, I made you cry. I’m sorry.”

  Hope shook her head. “It’s not you. I just don’t understand why all this is happening. Well, some things have sucked, but on the whole, I’ve been so lucky lately—it doesn’t seem possible. I’m not the kind who gets an easy break. If things work out, it’s because I’ve put in the effort. I just don’t know where you fit into the picture.”

  “In terms of luck or work? Because, darling, if you’re talking about you and me as a couple, from what I’ve seen, relationships are work. The good ones—both sides give a hell of a lot and there ain’t much luck involved.”

  She lay still for a moment before nodding. “I guess. Just haven’t seen enough good relationships myself to know that. I mean, I’ve been trying, but…”

  Talking about relationships.

  “Tell me about when your mom left.”

  Her blue eyes widened as she went completely rigid beside him, kinda like he’d expected she would. Only the protests that her mother had nothing to do with this, or her slamming her mouth shut and refusing to answer didn’t happen. Instead she looked directly into his eyes, their faces only inches apart as she started.

  “It felt as if they’d been fighting for a long time. I guess it was only six months or so, but it came out of nowhere and suddenly nothing he did was good enough, and nothing she did was right—accusations and cutting words flew at the strangest time. We’d go from ‘pass the yogurt’ to ‘you stupid asshole’, and that could burst out from either side.”

  Matt stroked his thumbs against her wrists, making tiny circles, letting her speak. Willing her to share whatever was propping up that wall behind her eyes.

  Hope sighed. “You really want to have this conversation while we’re naked?”

  Hell yeah. Matt lifted and rearranged until they were tangled even tighter together, his cock nestled between her legs. “Distracted?”

  “Yes.”

  “Tough. Tell me.”

  She tilted her head and gave him a dirty look, but kept talking. “I would take off when I could, but I was only fifteen. Helen would disappear to spend time with you or her friends, but I could only organize so many sleepovers, could only hang out at the teen club for so long, and for some stupid reason my parents decided my whereabouts was closely tied to their fighting. Whoever had control of me had the winning hand.”

  Matt dropped his lips against her cheek. “I had no idea.”

  “You were busy with your family, and with Helen. And I’m sure she told you all sorts of things.”

  That was true. “I was surprised when she said the two of you were going to open the quilting shop together. I always thought…”

  Hope’s smile twisted. “That I was this spoiled creature who got away with murder?”

  “Actually, no. I figured most of Helen’s whining was just that, whining, but I sure didn’t see the two of you working together well.”

  She shrugged. “It might have been okay, but yeah, I would have had to be the one who caved in any argument. It didn’t help the stress between us that before Mom finally packed her bags, she gave me a bunch of stuff, and nothing to Helen. I think because I’d shared the items were important to me—Grandma’s old quilt rack, things like that. All Helen talked about was getting out of Rocky someday. And then it was Mom who left. Dad missed her more than he wanted to admit, and he started hitting the bottle.”

  Another piece of the puzzle fell into place. “That’s why you don’t drink.”

  “Damn right.”

  Matt could have kicked himself. Why had they not had this conversation before? “Helen moved out, but you still lived with him?”

  “Yeah, and then he died. I was the one who found him. Didn’t know he was dead at first, just thought he was dead-drunk like usual.”

  He stroked a hand along her arm, all the way up to her neck. Caressing until he could cup her face. “He left you too, didn’t he? Not only physically, but mentally and emotionally—he checked out long before he was gone.”

  “I think my family is cursed. We can’t keep it together. And that’s why even though you’re lying there looking so damn underst
anding, I think eventually you’re going to have enough of the crap and you’ll wish you’d never tried to be with me.”

  Holy shit. “You really think I’m going to hightail out because your sister is making your life hell?”

  “She made your life hell once before, and she seems damn good at causing trouble. Unless you’re some kind of glutton for punishment, I’m not sure why you’d stick around me waiting for more pain to come your way.”

  “Doesn’t sound like you think much of me, Hope Meridan.”

  She wiggled upright, indignation on her face. “It’s not you—I mean, I just said I wouldn’t blame you for leaving. You’re not a crazy bastard, why would I expect you to put up with me and my insane sister?”

  Because he didn’t mind dealing with the craziness if it meant he got to be with her? Didn’t want her to have to deal with it on her own?

  Because he’d fallen in love?

  He pulled her into his arms and held on tight. “Remember what I said about relationships being work?”

  Hope sighed. “You sure you want to keep hanging around me?”

  “You sure you can put up with me being a demanding asshole at times?”

  She cupped his face in her hands. “I like you as a demanding asshole.”

  Really? He was about to find out if she meant it.

  “I think there’s a bigger trouble than you being worried I might leave. I think you’re still curious if I’m thinking about your sister. Comparing you to her, that kind of thing.”

  Her face tightened. She swallowed.

  “You know what? I’m glad she came back from Calgary, even though we have to figure out what the hell is wrong with her. I probably wouldn’t have brought this up otherwise, if she hadn’t shown up. If she hadn’t been going out of her way to come between us. And this whole issue would have been hovering over us the entire time, like some damn ghost in the background.”

  Matt grabbed her wrists and rocked her to a sitting position right between his thighs. He caught her by the back of the neck and forced their mouths together, his tongue possessive against hers. His teeth harsh, kisses demanding.

  She answered him back like a wild creature, crawling into his lap and pressing her breasts to his torso.

  Matt thrust his fingers into her hair and tugged until their mouths parted.

  “You need to know this, one hundred percent. It’s you I see, not any ghost of the past. You are not your sister, not at all.” She looked down until he repeated his tug to lift her face. Blue pools reflected back as he looked deep into her eyes. “You, Hope, are an amazing woman who kicks my ass, in and out of the bedroom.”

  She took a deep breath, her chin rising. “I’ve worked so damn hard trying to be brave and reliable. And staying honest, because that seemed to be what was missing in my family.”

  “You’re honest. We had that conversation before, remember?”

  “I thought you said I was blunt?”

  Matt adjusted their position so the entire front of her body made contact with his, her legs straddling his hips. “That too. But you’re not blunt to be mean. Or selfish. You’re doing it because you care. And so honestly? I think Hope is a pretty damn fantastic woman. I think you deserve to be happy.”

  She grinned. “I kinda like this conversation. You go right ahead—tell me more.”

  They laughed together, hands moving, exploring. Her kisses began to distract him. Matt didn’t want to lose the point he had to make, so he pulled away and caught her by the chin, holding her in place. “You want to know what I see?”

  She nodded rapidly.

  He whirled them to face the door of her room, turning her in his lap, placing her legs wide on either side of his. The mirror he’d noticed days earlier lined up perfectly with them, their reflection right there, explicit. Undeniable. The position put her naked body on display, the wet folds of her pussy open, moisture shining in the light of the room. The reddish cast of her curls dark against her winter-pale skin.

  “This is what I see. A woman who is bright, beautiful. Determined. More than just your body, even though, hot damn, I love everything about you.” It wasn’t what he’d originally planned, but it would work. Matt reached around and covered her mons with a hand. Possessive. Like he was stalking a claim. Liquid and heat pressed to his palm. “This is where I want to be. Inside you, Hope. My cock fucking into your body, making you feel real good.”

  He swirled his fingers over her, smearing cream over her labia, letting the reflection show glimpses of her body through his fingers. Flashes of intimate touches, fingers dipping in deeper, circling up over her clit. Hope arched her back and attempted to push harder into his grasp. The motion lifted her breasts, nipples thrust out and reflected back in the mirror.

  Matt rested his chin on her shoulder and her gaze darted up in the mirror, their eyes met. He stared into her face as his hand moved, teasing her, bringing her pleasure higher.

  “Not just our bodies, but working together. Playing together.”

  He saw it—that moment right before she was about to roll into orgasm, and he slowed. Controlling her release, dragging out the sensation for her. Making her wait.

  “Dammit, Matt. You do that one more time today and I’m going to get mad.”

  He laughed quietly. “Stand up.”

  His hands on her waist were all that kept her from stumbling as her legs wobbled. Matt adjusted his position, sliding forward on the bed then lifting her over his cock. He ignored her protests. “Put me inside you.”

  One hand guided his cock to her opening, and he lowered her with a groan of satisfaction. Warmth, wetness—the tight glove of her body enveloping him felt so right. He caught the thick band of her neck muscle in his teeth and bit down lightly.

  Their reflection was there in the mirror. As he used his hands on her ass to lift and lower her over his cock, the image added a new layer of intimacy. It wasn’t just physical sensation involved anymore—although his cock pierced her again and again, her tits swaying as her body rose and fell.

  Hope’s eyes widened, her gaze locked on where they joined. Matt couldn’t blame her. It was incredible to see and feel, and suddenly there wasn’t much left in his brain other than desperate need. The angle was awkward, his balance on the verge of teetering over, but there was no way he was going to stop.

  Another thrust. Another. Hope whimpered, her head falling back, and he felt her constrict around him, tightening.

  “Make yourself come,” he ordered.

  Hope lowered her hand, her fingertips gliding over the side of his dick as she brought moisture up to her clit. The muscles in her forearm tightened as she rubbed and that was all she needed. All they needed. The squeeze of her body became an undeniable command, and Matt gave in. His climax hit like a landslide, the shot of electricity racing through his spine and spurting from his cock into her. Brain going numb, body shaking.

  “Matt…”

  Hope shook over him, hard jolts that would have torn him from her body if his grip on her hips had been less than rock solid.

  Panting for breath, dragging in air and still attempting to keep his balance, Matt made a last-ditch effort and pushed them both backwards to rest more fully on the bed.

  The motion seated his still-erect cock harder into Hope’s body and she groaned happily, another series of aftershocks rippling through her.

  If he could have collapsed backward he would have, but he wasn’t sure Hope would stay vertical if he let her go. So he nuzzled along her neck instead. Cuddled her in his lap, intimately connected.

  When he peeled his eyes open, the first thing he saw was their reflection in the mirror—two bodies, merged into one. Her sated smile, her long hair more disarranged than usual.

  “God, you’re beautiful.” It was the only thing to say.

  Her eyes shone even brighter. Matt was floored by more emotion than he expected. It truly wasn’t just a blinding physical interest he felt, or friendship. He had fallen head over heels in love, and t
he idea no longer scared him to death. Because this was Hope—and honestly? She was something truly good in his life.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  The organized chaos around the table was just as loud, just as deafening as it had been at Christmas. But there was an extra something meaningful added to the mix as Matt eased his chair back and considered popping open the top button on his jeans.

  “You look a little too content for a man who’s about to disappear into the hell of calving for the next month.” Joel prodded him in the arm as he did his own slide back into a more comfortable position.

  “Got too much to be content about right now to worry about the coming apocalypse.” Matt dodged his younger brother’s continuing attack, finally adding a fist to the scramble until Joel backed off. “I’m glad Easter is early this year. When it falls in the middle of calving and seeding, I almost begrudge the time off to eat.”

  Blake laughed. “Good thing you said almost, because I don’t ever remember you turning down the opportunity for food.”

  A bell rang and their conversation stopped instantly as years of training from their ma kicked in. Inside, Matt chuckled, although he’d never let her see it. No matter how old they got, she had them under control.

  With all attention turned her way, Marion waved a hand like the matriarch she was. “Don’t worry, we have more food coming later, but I thought I’d remind you boys to get a move on with the dishes. And this time? Take the little ones with you. I think they’re all big enough to help.”

  The oldest of her grandsons, Lance, grimaced, but the littlest cheered and Matt laughed as he joined the rest of the men headed for the kitchen.

  Everywhere he looked he saw family. Blake and Daniel had Robbie up on a stool, rinsing dishes before passing them to his brothers to fit into the dishwasher. His dad and Travis were transferring leftovers, sneaking final tidbits off the nearly empty platters. The twins were already into the hand washing in the second sink, a loud conversation-slash-argument about something inconsequential flapping between them.

  It felt good to belong, to be a part of the whole. But the real reason he was a happy man was the woman sitting out in the living room with the other ladies of the clan. The woman who’d come to mean more to him than he thought possible.