by Dawn Forrest
As before, Joshua was struck by her natural beauty. She wasn’t wearing makeup and her skin looked great. The body-hugging vest she was wearing molded itself to her firm breasts. He unconsciously licked his lips. He wanted this womanwanted to touch every inch of her and taste her skin, her lips, and her pussy. Hell, the prisoner in his pants wanted out now, and it was darn uncomfortable. He slammed his hat on his head and buttoned up his shirt, leaving it hanging loose to hide the obvious bulge in his jeans.
James appeared with coffee. “Where’s Colin?”
“He has a job over at John Greenhall’s place. I’ll take Rachael on my way into town.”
“You will?” smirked James.
“Home. I’ll take her home,” he quickly clarified, sounding flustered, which was a first. “Oh, for God’s sake,” he muttered with exasperation, more surprised by his own behavior than James was.
“Ahem, perhaps I should get a lift with you, too,” James teased.
“No, you shouldn’t,” Joshua growled.
“Maybe you’re right,” James said, failing to hide a mischievous grin.
Rachael now appeared cooler and calmer as she sashayed over holding each end of the towel as it hung around her neck.
“Here’s your coffee, Rachael. Strong, dark, and definitely not sweet.”
James handed a coffee to her and one to Joshua. As he turned to get his own from the house, she flicked her towel, lightly catching him on the butt.
“Ow! Careful, darlin’, you’ll give me ideas.”
“Ideas? What a novel experience for you.”
He clutched his chest. “You wound me with your sharp wit, but now I know you’ll be thinking about it.”
“For goodness’ sake, don’t you ever stop?” Joshua sighed.
When James was about to answer, Joshua interrupted. “It was a rhetorical question, I know you don’t.”
* * * *
After they had finished their drinks, Joshua and Rachael left in the same vehicle she’d arrived in four days ago. Trying to put the maximum possible distance between them, she positioned herself on the far side of the cab next to the door. The analytical side of her mind recognised that natural animal instinct was making her wary. He was a prime male in close proximity to a fertile and, if she were honest, receptive female. Gosh, I can’t stop thinking like a vet. It’s pathetic.
They drove for a while in silence. The cab, which at first had seemed so spacious, now felt confining. She could see, hear, and smell him. If she wanted to—and she did—she could touch and taste him. But there was something else, a sixth sense maybe, operating on another level. Her chest swelled as she breathed deeply, her nostrils flared when she caught a slight waft of his masculine scent, and her body sang in recognition of a primeval melody that her mind refused to acknowledge: special, compatible, potential mate. Of course, it could just be the “pheromone fairies” out to trick her into doing something rash. Already she felt that her panties were damp just from being so close to him. She was finding it difficult not to fidget and wriggle.
* * * *
As he slowed the truck for the cattle grid at the border of the property, Joshua briefly glanced at Rachael. She didn’t look comfortable, but then neither was he with a raging hard-on straining to get out of his jeans and say hello. Damn but his cock was turning into a demanding dictator. Attempting to ease the tension building between them, he asked Rachael about her immediate plans.
“So you’re fixing up Flora’s Place to move into?”
“Yes,” she explained. “Colin, Mark, and Susan are great, but I think I’m cramping their style, if you know what I mean.”
“Um, I can imagine, but what about your style?”
“Nothing to cramp.” She sighed and shrugged.
“I find that hard to believe.”
“Well, I did have a boyfriend, but it ended three months ago.”
No boyfriend, good.
“You seem to enjoy flirting with my brother.” There, he’d said it, the thing that bothered him.
“Yes, but you know what they say about flirting don’t you? Flirtation is just tension without the intention,” she quoted.
Clever, and perhaps she doesn’t fancy my brother.
“That’s probably why you don’t flirt, Joshua.”
“What do you mean?” He was intrigued by her observation.
“I doubt you do anything without intention.”
She was right.
Suddenly he swerved the UV off the road and brought it to an abrupt halt behind a clump of thick bushes. In one fluid quick move, he slapped both seat belts open and dragged her across his lap.
“W–What are—”
“What am I doing? I want you in my bed. I’ve thought of little else since I met you, but I can’t wait,” he ground out.
Raw instinct pushed all thoughts from his mind other than to take this woman and to screw her senseless. With an arm under her, he roughly pulled her to him and crushed his mouth down on hers. It wasn’t a gentle kiss but a fierce possessive assault on her lips that claimed her mouth, allowed no refusal.
At first, she weakly attempted to resist, with a protest muffled by his kiss. “You’re a client. This is not professional.”
“Who cares?” He knew in the back of his mind that he should, but the aching need to have her was simply too strong.
He pressed harder and she responded by relaxing her jaw and parting her lips. It was sheer bliss as she willingly received him and they shared their first kiss, full of passion and promise for things destined to come. His tongue slipped into the warm wet confines of her mouth, then thrust deeper, duelling with hers. She snaked her arms up around his neck and ran her fingers through his hair. He could sense her fevered desire. It matched his own.
He moved his free hand under her T-shirt, pushing it over her breasts.
“Front fastener,” she said throatily.
“Smart girl.”
He deftly unclipped her bra and released her breasts, beautiful, ample pale globes topped with pretty, candy-pink nipples. His cock would fit nicely between them, and that image flitted in his mind as he buried his face and sucked hard on each pert bud while he undid the button and zipper of her jeans. He slid his hand under the scrap of lace that masqueraded as underwear, down over her smooth, partially shaved mound, and felt the moist evidence of her arousal. He gently skimmed his middle finger and thumb over her wet pussy lips and then pressed on her clit in a circular motion.
“Oh, God, that feels so good,” she gasped as she tilted her hips and parted her legs more.
He responded to her unspoken invitation and plunged his thick finger into her creaming cunt. Her eyes widened as she watched him slowly remove his hand and put the finger to his mouth.
“Delicious.”
She tasted exquisite. He knew that he would enjoy lapping at her pussy when she was more comfortable and he could take his time, but not now. He returned his hand to between her legs and reinserted his finger. She clenched around it as he slowly moved his hand back and forth, returning pressure on her swollen clit with his thumb.
She tugged on his hair to bring his lips in contact with hers again to be devoured by a ravenous kiss. He moaned into her mouth as she writhed on his lap. Her hip pressed against the outline of his hard length straining against the confines of his jeans. She squirmed more and ground against him, and he matched her rhythm with his hand. It was her turn to moan.
He kissed and nipped his way down her throat to her breasts and sucked on her tits again, alternating between them, gently biting and pulling the hard, protruding nipples. He stopped playing with her breasts for a moment to look into her dark brown eyes. The pupils were dilated with desire, and he knew that he could lose himself in the depths of that gaze.
She slowly closed her eyes and tipped her head back, exposing her throat and pushing her breasts upward. It was both a wanton and submissive gesture, which ignited his passion further. He returned his mouth to her nipple and flicked a
nd sucked more forcefully. The sensation began like the small tremors preceding a major earthquake. Her clit was the epicenter, and he felt the shock waves languidly radiating outwards through her body. She stiffened and jerked.
“Joshua, I’m coming,” she cried out as her channel gripped and undulated around this finger, flooding his hand with her juices.
He felt a sense of urgency like never before. It screamed at him to take her any which way, to take her now. He removed his hand and clawed at her clothes, yanking her jeans down and off. Flinging the door open, he half dragged her through. She stumbled as her feet hit the ground for a moment before being lifted up against the side of the UV.
“Rachael, if you don’t want this, say so now,” he said with barely restrained lust as he tore open his jeans enough to release his huge cock.
Ten and a half inches of ridged, wide shaft sprang out.
* * * *
Want it? She needed it, craved it, and was desperate for it. Moments ago the sensations emanating from her breasts and between her legs had become uncontainable. Shockwaves had crashed up her spine to her brain and down her legs to her toes as she’d climaxed hard. Her pussy now begged for something bigger than his finger to clasp and squeeze around and as luck would have it...
She wrapped her legs around him and ground against him.
“Don’t,” she pleaded with a moan.
He tensed
“Don’t,” she kissed him, “stop.”
“Is that a yes or a no?” he said in frustration.
“It’s a yes, damn it. Don’t stop.”
One arm gripped her ass, holding her off the floor, while the other ripped off her panties and positioned the head of his glistening cock against her plump swollen nether lips. For a second, he hesitated, and then he groaned her name as he pushed into her, forging through warm, tight, moist muscle.
“Oh, Jesus, yes,” he said.
He filled her completely, stretching her cunt to an almost painful limit. Crying out, she sank her teeth into the shirt on his shoulder to muffle her scream. For a moment he stopped, giving her time to adjust, then slowly began to pump into her.
Her passion raged like a wildfire on parched land. She made soft mewing noises and gasps, urging him on. He didn’t hold back for long and picked up the pace. He thrust into her faster, harder, and deeper. She could feel the friction of his thick, hard length along the uneven muscular surface of her tightly fisted channel, slick with her juices, as he repeatedly plunged forward and pulled back.
She heard him grunting with each thrust. “Can’tlastmuchlonger.”
“You don’t have to,” she cried as another climax caused her to jerk and squeeze her legs around him.
She leaned back against the vehicle and spread her arms out in abandonment as he pushed against her. She was helpless. He dictated the pace, and it was perfect. He began to pump his hips faster. She clenched her inner muscles and shuddered and bucked as her orgasm continued to blaze through her. She howled his name as her cunt undulated, milking his cock, causing him to cry out.
“Oh, fuck yes. That’s right, take it all,” he demanded as he violently shot his load deep inside her.
Panting, they held each other closely as the aftershocks subsided. Slowly, he lifted her off him and loosened his hold. She slid down his body to stand on uncertain legs, wobbly like a newborn colt, but glad that he still held and supported her weight. He tilted her face up and bent down to kiss her while caressing her back.
He was about to speak when she became aware of something sticky seeping down her thigh. Realization hit her like a bucket of cold water.
“Damn, we didn’t use a condom. I’ve never done that before. Stupid, stupid girl,” she said, disgusted with herself and annoyed with him.
“Me, neither. I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking.” He sounded shocked.
“You were thinking, all right, just not with your brain.”
He looked taken aback. “If it’s any consolation, I had an annual medical a month ago and I’m clear of any STDs. What about you?”
“I don’t sleep around. I also had a medical before coming here. All clear.”
“So there’s no problem then, except,” he paused, eyes widening, “what about contraception?”
“I had a hormone implant. I’m a belt-and-braces kind of girl. I had planned to get it removed. Thank goodness I didn’t. I’m hopefully good for another three months or so.”
He tenderly lowered his forehead to hers. “So we’re good, then?” he sighed in relief.
“Yes…no! I can’t believe I behaved so irresponsibly.”
“Contraception is a joint responsibility. If it’s any consolation, I feel the same way. I just lost control. It doesn’t happen often, Rachael, but I’ve got to say, it feltyou felt amazing.”
She glared at him for making her a quick fuck by the side of the road, but then softened it to a small smile because she couldn’t regret the spontaneous, amazing sex.
“It felt great for me, too, but, Josh, I don’t know much about you and you know next to nothing about me.”
“I know there’s something between us, Rachael.”
She looked pointedly down at his semi-erect cock. “You don’t say.”
But she knew he was right. There was some kind of connection between them. When she had bought her small house in England two years ago, she had known as soon as she saw the front door that she would want it. It was the same certainty with Joshua Ryden. That didn’t mean it couldn’t all end horribly and in tears. She got dressed without her panties, which were unsalvageable, and he rearranged his clothes. He tenderly pulled her to him and kissed the top of her head before he helped her into the cab.
They didn’t speak much for the rest of the journey, both deep within their own thoughts.
* * * *
“Thanks for the ride.” She gave a little quirky grin as they arrived at Colin’s home.
“My pleasure,” he said seriously. “I want to see you again.”
“Yes, but give me a few days. A lot has happened to me in a short space of time. I think I need to get my bearings.”
“Okay. I’ll call you.”
He got out of the truck and opened the door for her. As he helped her down, his big hands lingered on her neat waist. Her breathing seemed shallower as she stared at him with chocolate brown eyes. Already he wanted her again. Her gaze lowered slowly to his crotch and the very obvious large, uncomfortable-looking bulge that nestled there. She raised her eyebrows in a look he interpreted as surprise and possibly admiration. He wasn’t a braggart, but he knew that he packed an impressive weaponmore of a bazooka than a love gun. She stepped forward and lightly rubbed against him.
“Until then,” she murmured, then turned and walked away.
It took all his resolve not to throw her over his shoulder and carry her off to the nearest hotel. Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, he didn’t have the time because he had to pick his sister up from the airport. He understood that Rachael needed time to process what had happened. Hell, they both did. He had never had such a strong compulsion to fuck anyone like that before. He hadn’t wanted it to end. The need to take her completelyto have her come around his cock as he came inside herhad been fierce. So much so that he had been stupid enough to forget to use a condom, something that had never happened before. The pleasure of warm, wet flesh to flesh contact while riding her bareback made all other experiences pale in comparison.
There was something about her that called to him, and his instinct was to hunt it down. Joshua knew that he had to be more patient. He didn’t want to scare Rachael off. If only she guessed his thoughts about what he would like to do to her. Would she run from him and never want to see him again? He wanted to be honest about his desires. Otherwise, it would be unfair to them both. He remembered her submitting to his control today, so perhaps she wasn’t averse to a bit of domination in the bedroom. He hoped he’d find out soon enough.
Chapter 3
Rac
hael was glad that no one was home when she entered the house. She needed to clean herself up and time to absorb what had just happened. A long, hot shower would help, although she was reluctant to wash his scent away. The sex had been incredible. She had the sneaking suspicion that she’d been short changed in the past. Now she finally knew what it was to be “taken” by a real man, and the corporeal knowledge of it had an addictive quality, stimulating feel-good endorphinsinfusing her blood, her flesh, and her very bones with desire, and leaving her desperate for more. Jesus, her mouth watered and she was short of breath just thinking about him. It wouldn’t do, no, not at all. She’d better pull herself together before she unravelled completely. I can’t just fall for the first attractive man I’ve met here. He can’t be “the one,” can he? It all seemed so unlikely, yet a simple word tugged on the treads of her tangled thoughts—fate.
She was determined to keep busy to avoid the warring cycles of thoughts developing—one a vicious circle that always ended in disappointment and her professional reputation in tatters, the other a virtuous one leading to satisfaction and happily ever after. It was uncomfortable and distracting and better not to be thought about at all. Yes, she should be able ignore her turbulent emotions—she was half-English after all.
After a quick lunch, armed with the materials that she had just purchased from the local hardware store, she headed to her cabin. She was going to paint the main room a bright sunshine yellowSummer Memory it said on the tin. She hoped it would lighten her mood and take her mind off things. She docked her iPod into the small but powerful sound system that she had brought with her from England and chose her exercise playlist. The fast, energetic music lifted her spirits, and she sang along as she got to work cleaning the walls and taping areas to be kept paint-free.