Un-Hitched: A Camden Ranch Novel

by Jillian Neal

  “All for me,” he growled plenty loud enough for her to hear as he spun his tongue around the hood of her clitoris. Her entire body seized. Just like everything else he did, he set to work with rapt focus.

  The spicy flavors of her filled his mouth. Holy hell, if he spent the rest of his life getting high on her he’d die a happy man. Craving greed drove him. He whipped his tongue back and forth between her folds. Her moans reached fever pitch. He suspected she’d lost a little bit of her ability to decipher her own volume. Smiling against her, he continued his teasing licks. He liked her loud and the sounds she made when he was between her warm, willing thighs drove him wild.

  Studying her every reaction he used the few brain cells still functioning to memorize her preferences. Circling her clit, he taunted and teased until her fingernails dug into his scalp and she called out his name.

  He dropped lower, gauging her reactions as he tempted her perineum with his tongue. She clenched and begged for more.

  “Feels good, doesn’t it, sweetheart?”

  She hadn’t heard him, but she spread her legs further so he continued his explorations. When she was thrusting in the air, he moved back up her pouty little pussy and gave her what she’d been begging for.

  Drawing her timid little pearl into his mouth, he suckled gently while he dipped two fingers deep within her channel. The musky perfume of her arousal filled his lungs. He gorged himself on her juices. Next time, he’d see to it that she came repeatedly before he took his own, but not tonight. He was too far gone.

  Her thighs clamped around his jaw as she tried to close herself to him. Oh, hell no. Using the strength of his left arm he held her left leg open and his right shoulder took care of her other leg. There were a thousand other ways to communicate during sex. And this was one of them. Her harsh cries of ecstasy said he’d made his point.

  Keeping his fingers moving constantly, he increased the suction of his mouth until she shook. Her pulse pounded in her clit. It throbbed against his tongue. Heat streaked her gorgeous curves. Her entire body seized as he pulled his mouth away and loomed over her once again.

  “Just let it go, baby. Come for me.” He made certain she could read his lips. “Like a good girl.” And with the next stroke of his fingers, she sprang free on a desperate cry of his name. Returning his mouth to her, he drank everything she gave up for him.

  When she stilled, he made one last suck and reached for a condom in the next second.

  Her eyes were still closed as she came down from the high. Tossing the condom on a pillow, he called himself an asshole for rushing her and joined her on the bed, cradling her against him.

  “Can you hear me, sweetheart?”

  She shook her head making him chuckle. She’d clearly heard something. When her eyes fluttered open, he grinned at her. “Most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. You taste like candy made all for me. A mix of sweet and spicy, just like my girl,” he kissed her, needing her to taste their flavors combined. “Perfect,” he breathed the word across her lips. She grinned. “Mm-hmm, you heard that.”

  “I’m just a little dizzy.”

  “Dizzy’s good, but I’m dying over here. I need to be inside of you. I want to feel you, Katy. You’re gonna feel so fucking good on my cock.”

  With that little hellcat grin she kept hidden far too often, she eased closer to him, sliding her pussy against his cock. A shuddered moan wrenched up from his chest. She continued grinding against him, slicking him with the cream of her release.

  He shuddered against her. Dammit, he was trying to take his time, and then he realized that wasn’t at all what she wanted.

  “What’d I tell you about rubbing up against me like this?”

  “That I’d get fucked hard,” she cooed.

  His approving growl was so loud his brothers probably heard from their houses so he knew she’d heard him. “Naughty girl, you want it rough?”

  “I thought you were in charge,” she challenged.

  “On your knees, grab a’holt of headboard, and don’t let go.”

  She complied instantly. Stretching out in a stunning display all for him. Wasting no time, he rolled a condom on and impaled her with one fluid thrust to his hilt.

  She gasped. Her body shuddered from his girth. Jerking her hips back, he took with unrelenting greed coursing through his veins. Pistoning his hips as she opened, he pounded inside of her, listening to her all-consuming moans of pure pleasure.

  His eyes rolled back in his head. He’d been with dozens of women. Hell, he was probably registered as a man-whore in several surrounding counties, but this, everything about her, about them was different. He drove harder until she melted around him.

  Her pussy milked every twitch of his cock. Somehow she tightened with each thrust. He wasn’t going to last. Dammit, she was too good, too tight, too wet, too hot. Every gasped breath was filled with her scent. Her moans out-roared the fire. Every stupid mistake he’d ever made burned inside of her. Her juices dripped down his thighs. She called out for him like a hymn of redemption.

  He groaned out her name like a prayer. Absolution his only goal.

  “Feels so good. More, please,” came out in broken syllables of carnality. Her thighs quivered and she bit into the pillow under her face. Fucking hell.

  He felt like a god. He craved her surrender as streams of liquid fire surged through his shaft. He was going to lose it all.

  Leaning forward, he prayed she could hear him. He didn’t fully understand it, but he knew his voice stirred her. Positioning his head at her ear only deepened their connection. His climax barreled through him, soaking down the condom. “Come baby, please. Ah, Jesus Christ,” he groaned as it drained him of everything he’d ever hoped to be. But at his command, she released again.

  She collapsed to the mattress, quivering around him as spurts of hot cum continued to fill the condom.

  Blinking the cloud of rapture from his eyes, he eased away from her and disposed of the condom.

  Her right hand reached back where he’d been a moment before.

  “I’m right here, sweetheart.” He settled back beside her, not certain she’d heard him. He tried to arrange her on his chest, but she shook her head so he held her back to him instead.

  A full minute later she turned and cuddled into him.

  “You okay?” He stroked his fingers through her long copper curls, wondering if she was comparing him to Seth. He couldn’t drive the thoughts from his mind. What if their connection hadn’t been to her what it had been to him? And then he’d gone and blown his rocks before she’d gotten off like some teenager in the back of a truck on a Friday night.

  “Did you ask if I was okay?” Her voice was barely a whisper.

  “Yeah,” he raised his volume slightly.

  “Much better than okay.”

  “Listen, I’m sorry about that. I uh, usually have more staying power. You sorta … undid me.”

  Confusion set in her eyes as she leaned up to study him. “What did you say?”

  Fuck. Making that apology had been hard enough the first time. Apologizing for anything made him feel weak and stupid. It wasn’t something he relished doing ever. “Uh … I’m sorry I didn’t last.”

  “I don’t understand.”

  He squeezed his eyes shut and debated making up some story about needing to go, somewhere, anywhere that wouldn’t have him needing to apologize for being quick on the trigger.

  Man up, Camden. You’re the one that fucked up. “I’m sorry I …”

  “No, I heard you, I just don’t understand why you keep apologizing. That was the most amazing thing I’ve ever experienced.”

  “It was good for you?”

  “Grant, you were everything. I’ve never felt like that. My whole body is still throbbing. I was a little sad to think about having sex with you because I knew I wouldn’t be able to hear you as well and I really love the sound of your voice, but it was still amazing. That’s the only word I can come up with. Amazing. I loved it.
”

  “So, it was … better than … with …”

  “Ugh, I don’t want to think about him. Why did you bring him up?”

  “Sorry. Just not feeling like I did right by you, which was my whole fucking plan.”

  “I think you did perfect, but we can try it again and again if you want to up your game.” That sweet, sleepy giggle righted most everything in his world.

  “Oh, honey, there’s still so much more we’re gonna do. I’m still keepin’ a tally of your strikes, remember?”

  “Maybe I’ll just keep earning them.”

  “Damn, you’re making me hard again, woman, thinking about spanking you. You have one fine ass.”

  “It’s huge.”

  He swatted the curves in question, rather hard. Her quick gasp was followed by a naughty grin. “Every time you say something like that. And if you get too ornery with it, I will turn you over my knee.”

  “All of a sudden, I understand why submissives might not do what they’re told.”

  “Killin’ me, woman.”

  Settling the sheets and blankets around them, he proceeded to massage the sting out of the ample curves of her backside, seeing how she might respond. She wiggled even closer, giving him better access. He grinned.

  As their collective exhaustion took over their afterglow, she sat up. “I only have lingerie to sleep in, and I don’t have any ranching-appropriate clothes, I don’t think. I only have sundresses and yoga pants.”

  “Works for me if you just stay nekkid.”

  “Funny.” When she started to crawl out of bed, he caught her arm.

  “We’ll figure out you some clothes tomorrow, but tonight you’re staying nekkid in bed with me. My bed my rules, remember?”

  “You sleep naked?”

  “And so do you when you’re with me.”

  She narrowed her eyes. “What if I get cold?”

  “I’ll fuck you again, make sure you’re nice and hot.”

  Shaking her head, she wiggled back up on his chest.

  “You have my permission to wake me up if you get cold or if you get horny.”

  “If I sleep on your chest, I’ll be fine.”

  “Consider me your personal pillow, sugar.”

  “Oh, I consider you a whole lot more than that.”

  Sweet perfection poured out in gorgeous female form and laying in his arms. Now, he just had to keep her there.

  Chapter Nineteen

  A good two hours before sunrise, Kaitlyn shifted against him. Her seductive scent roused him from his slumber. Blinking repeatedly, Grant tried to determine what that sound was. A low, shuddered groan and then a hum shook the house. The water was back on.

  Rubbing his face, he finally determined that the hum was the refrigerator. The overhead light in the living room was on. He’d left in such a hurry two days before he must’ve forgotten to turn it off.

  He had to get up and get his cattle out of his brother’s fields in a little while, but first there was something else he needed to take care of, and the light spilling in the room showed her off in all of her feminine perfection. He owed her better than blowing his wad before he got her off, and that fact had driven him crazy most of the night.

  He had to have another fix of her. She was tucked beside him in a sexy little ball, her hair a halo of messy red curls. His beautiful angel. Brushing kisses on her cheek, he avoided her bad ear. She still jerked away whenever he got too close. Vowing to himself that he would earn her trust, he ran his hands down the descent of her spine and over the thick globes of her ass. Plying her warm flesh, hot-leaded desire took him over yet again. He wanted her just like this, warm and natural, safe in his arms.

  She groaned and turned over in her sleep, pressing her ass to his cock and her back to his chest. The movement also revealed her good ear. Perfect.

  “I need you again, peaches.”

  Her whimper made him chuckle.

  “I need you bad. I’ll never get enough.”

  He tunneled his right arm underneath her and circled her nipple with his thumb. Her back arched, pressing more of her breast into his hand. Now, they were getting somewhere. His left hand tracked to her pussy. He teased at her mound, making her eyes blink open hesitantly.

  “You’re wet, sugar. You dreaming about me?”

  “Your voice is even sexier in the morning,” she spoke through a deep yawn.

  “Oh yeah? Well, I’ll have to take advantage of that.” With his middle and ring finger he circled the crest of her slit. Her breath caught as she reached her hand back between them and stroked his cock.

  “Wow,” escaped her lips. His ego swelled as well as his hard on.

  “It’s all for you, sugar. You make me so fucking hard I ache.”

  “I need you, too. I did dream about you, about all the dirty things I want you to do to me.”

  “You tell me every single one of ‘em, I’ll make ‘em happen.” Her ample breasts spilled through his fingers as he gave a greedy thrust against her backside.

  A shiver shot through her. “Feels good right there, doesn’t it, sweetness?” He positioned his cock between the lush cheeks of her backside and was worried momentarily he was going to lose it all once again before he’d even gotten her started. He gave another thrust, determined to show off his skills this time.

  “Yes.” Her whisper was lost in a quick gasp.

  “So many naughty things I want to do with you. Make you feel things you ain’t ever felt before.” Abandoning her pussy, he skated his left hand up her soft belly to join his right on her breasts. Cupping them in his palms, he groaned as her nipples responded instantly to his touch. “I love your tits. So soft. So round and heavy. So responsive to me. They fill up my hands, fill up my mouth. Someday I’m gonna lay you down, bury my face in ‘em and suck on ‘em for hours ‘til you come for me. Then I’m gonna leave my mark all over ‘em.”

  “Oh, my God,” she panted.

  “You like my talkin’ ‘bout the things I’m gonna do to you or you like what I’m doing?” He rolled her nipples between his fingers before returning to grope the heft of her breasts.

  “Both.”

  “Good. Now reach your hand down and touch yourself. Get them fingers nice and creamy. Show me exactly how you like to be touched and then feed me that sweet honey.”

  Her entire body went rigid. “I can’t … do that … with you … here.”

  “You can and you will. Show me. I’ll be on horseback all damn day working my ass off. I want a taste before I go and I’ll have another as soon as I get back, so be ready.”

  She tried to turn to face him but he held her still. “No ma’am. I’m gonna have you just like this. Now show me.”

  Mechanically, she touched somewhere in the general vicinity of her mound. He grunted his impatience. “Come on, peaches, when you think about all them things you want me to do to you, what does it make you want to do? Show me. I’d say it’ll be the sexiest things I’ve ever seen, but I’ve seen you nekkid, watched you whip off your shirt on my tractor, and watched you come for me, so it’ll have to be after all that on the list.”

  “Keep talking.” The tender request shattered the edge of his ego.

  “Spread your legs for me, sweetheart just a little,” he began his instruction. She complied. “So damned beautiful. Perfect pussy wet and hungry for me. When you ain’t worried about what anyone thinks of you, when you’re all alone, show me what you do. Touch your thighs with your fingertips real easy like. That’s it.” He brushed a kiss on the nape of her neck, nuzzling her hair. “I know what you want, sweetheart. We’re gonna explore every single one of your fantasies. Now, touch your pussy lips gentle like. Up and down. Good girl.” He shifted his left thigh, widening her legs yet again. “I’m gonna own every wicked little thought you’ve ever had about what a real man can do. They all belong to me. Nothing’s off limits. When you’re ready, I’m gonna tie you to this bed and take you hard and fast then soft and slow. Fill you so full you feel hollow wh
en I’m not inside of you.”

  She trembled as her fingertips circled ever closer to her clit.

  “Makes you wet to think about me taking exactly what I want, doesn’t it, sugar? I know.” Easing his left hand from her breast, he trailed it down to her plump backside. Positioning his hand between them, he ran his fingers up and down the crack of her ass.

  “Keep going. Let me see that cream you make so sweet for me.” As she eased her lips apart he stroked the puckered rosebud of her backside back and forth, gently.

  “Oh, my God.” Her breathing disintegrated into frantic pants.

  “I’m gonna make it feel so good. I’m gonna take it all. Make your ass all mine. I told you nothing is off limits.”

  She tensed, clenching against him and circling her clit faster.

  Certain she had to be caught up in some kind of fevered dream, Kaitlyn felt a part of herself give way. The coaxing rumble of his voice dripped with sexual prowess. It was a drug and she was woefully unable to resist, a remedy to everything wrong in her world.

  “Get them fingers nice and slick for me,” sounded in her ear. She didn’t even have to concentrate to hear him. His entire being consumed hers. The rasp of wiry hairs on his legs abraded the backs of her thighs. His cock burned like a hot brand against her ass. Pillows of firm muscle cradled her back to his chest. His hands cupped and massaged her breasts, propelling her closer and closer to the point of no return. The heat of his breath whispered across her cheek and stirred her hair. His scent filled her lungs with every breath she managed. And his voice reached deep inside of her, decimating any fear she’d ever clung to. No part of her was left untouched. He reduced her entire world to him.

  “That’s it. Driving me fucking wild, you know that? Look how you’re dripping for me. Give me a taste.”

  Anticipation tangled her in knots. Trembling, she lifted her fingers to his lips. Drawing them into the silky heat of his mouth, he sucked them clean and groaned like he’d never tasted anything better.

  “So fucking good. Now it’s my turn.”

  “Yes, please.” The parts of her he was readily stripping away, the fear, the worry, the belief that she wasn’t capable of much needed to be filled and restored with him. He slicked his fingers with the liquid heat he coaxed from her with ease. They plunged deep in her opening hard and fast. In and out with constant pressure, each stroke building her higher.