“What about family?” she asked. “Do you want one?”
His dark eyes sparkled. “Ali Owens, are you asking me to make babies with you? I’m shocked, frankly, just shocked,” he said, in a goofy voice that made her giggle and poke him in the chest. He pretended to wince at the shove of her finger, though she was pretty sure he’d barely felt the jab.
“I mean, I had to figure you weren’t too worried about it. We haven’t exactly been careful.”
“Can you imagine a baby with my hair and your eyes?” He was glowing, positively glowing. She twined their fingers together and smiled.
“I think we could make some lovely babies,” she said. “Not just yet, though. I have to move, and get settled. But… maybe in the future.”
“To the future,” he said, and pulled her to him. She could feel him rock hard in his pants, and the surge of need that filtered through her was partially the aftereffects of whiskey, and partially his scent, and partially the raw need she felt whenever he was nearby.
“I want you,” she said, putting her hand down and rubbing him through his pants. He hissed against her hand, moving with her. “I want you now.”
“It’s against my nature to say no to a pretty woman,” he said, his forehead on her shoulder, panting just a little. “But I don’t have a blanket or anything with me, and I don’t want you to get— I don’t know, fire ants in your hair.”
“Then take me home,” she said, standing and pulling him to his feet. “And speed limits be damned.”
CHAPTER SIXTY TWO
They ended up in the barn. Tip whickered softly at them as they climbed the ladder into the hay loft like horny kids, and he watched as she spread out a few blankets to protect them from the sharp pokes of the loose hay. The heat had dissipated a little as they rode home, taking the curves at insane speeds, but as he lay down next to her, it all roared back in.
“I gave the engagement ring to Cristina,” she said. Alejandro froze, listening carefully. “She’s going to give it back to him. Travis is going to arrange movers in the next few days, and he’s going to arrange a short-term lease for me near the offices, so I’ll have time to find a house up there. I won’t have to see him again at all, if I’m careful.”
“I trust you, Ali,” he said. “If you need to see him, get closure—”
She shook her head. “I’m here with you now. Where I should have been, all these years.”
She pushed his shoulder over, and he laid down for her. She straddled him, feeling the heat between them, even as they were encased in denim. When she dragged her hips over his, he groaned for her, his hands coming up to cup her breasts. She pulled her T-shirt over her head, and he lifted her breasts out of the cups of her bra before she could even take it off. He found her nipples with his tongue, and she growled for him. He teased them with his thumbs, and then his teeth.
“Why are we still wearing pants?” she asked him, and he laughed.
“I was just following your lead.”
Ali jabbed him in the sternum again. “Strip, mister.”
“Si, senorita,” he said, and stuck his tongue out at her.
They were naked in the hayloft, the sun shining down and heating up the hay, giving the barn a glorious smell that she’d always loved. The thick smell of the warm hay surrounded her as she moved over him, dragging her cleft up the length of his shaft without slipping him in. He groaned at the sensation, and she shivered when the tip of him brushed her clit again and again.
“Can you come like that?” he asked, almost idly. His hands were on her hips, tracing delicate patterns over her skin.
“I— I don’t know. Maybe?”
“Let’s see. For me.” His hands came to her breasts again, and he twisted and teased at them as she slid up and down him, feeling a very different sort of electricity building inside of her. It was a more intense sensation, more concentrated, a kind of compromise between when she touched herself, and when he touched her. She could feel his eyes on her, devouring her, drinking in every groan and shiver and movement as she thrust over him, again and again. The sensations built slowly, filling her body, leaving her crying out with need and want and lust. When she spasmed over him, it was somehow utter and complete, and yet still left her longing for more.
He didn’t wait. He moved out from under her, and she went to her hands and knees for him. She was open and ready, but he still pressed into her with a slow, deliberate pace, dragging himself over her with agonizing patience. “Tell me you’re mine,” he said.
“I’m yours.”
He pressed hard into her, sheathing himself fully, and then thrusting rapidly a handful of times, enough to make her cry out and buck against him, that sensation of lurid need building again, faster than she’d expected.
He slowed with no warning, back to that dragging pace that was going to send her out of her mind. “Please,” she said. “Oh, God, please fuck me. Please.”
He chucked, and his thumb started to circle the puckered opening of her ass, teasing at her. “I am fucking you, mi amor. I hoped you’d noticed.”
“Fuck me harder,” she said, hating the whining tone in her voice, and not caring, needing him to plunge into her, to drive her out of her mind until she screamed and cursed and flung herself into him, thrilling for him.
“Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours, I said.”
“Say it like you mean it,” he said, and she could hear how much he was loving this, loving every second of it.
“I’m yours,” she said, and he tsked.
“Not good enough.”
“I’m all yours, I’m entirely yours. I’m no one else’s.”
His thumb pressed into her ass, just a bit, and she groaned, an open-throated sound that made his other hand tighten on her hip. “Keep going.”
“I love how you touch me. I love what you’re doing. I am your filthy girl, your dirty girl. Am I your dirty little slut? Can I be? Jesus, that feels amazing, please, more, I want more—”
He slapped her ass, hard enough to make her yelp, hard enough she was sure there’d be a handprint later. “You get more when I give you more,” he said.
“Yes. I’m sorry. I don’t deserve it.” Her cheeks blushed bright red, talking like this, but her clit was heavy and swollen with her need and all that she could think about was relieving the pressure, finding the valve that would let her burst and come and throb for him, again and again.
“You’re good at this,” he said, and the praise in his voice made her glow. “I’d give you more in your ass if I had lube up here. I’d fuck your ass. Fuck you hard, fuck you until you were screaming with the joy of it. Is that what you’d want, mi amor, my Texas Rose?”
“Yes,” she whimpered as his thumb made delicate movements in and out of her body. The sensation of fullness was exquisite, and she desperately wished for something more, something to tip her over the edge. “Yes. Want. My clit. Can I? Please?”
“You want to touch yourself while I’m buried in you?” She nodded, beyond words. “Please do,” he said.
Her fingers moved so fast, swirling through her dripping wetness, making her thighs weak, making her groan in that insatiable way again, and she felt the swelling orgasm sliding over her, choking her throat closed as the clenching started, first in her belly and then moving lower, spreading through her body. She slammed back into Alejandro, hard and fast, and he met her, groaning as he met her thrusts with his own.
“God, you’re amazing,” he said as she sagged on his cock. “You’re not done, though.”
She laughed. “I really think I am. That was— I saw stars. Planets. Comets.”
She felt him shake his head. “Nope. I know you’ve got more in you. I can feel it.” He thrust into her again, and she felt her body clench at him, heard herself give a whimper. “Told you.”
He turned her in an advanced move she never would have considered on her own so that she was lying on her back, and he was buried in her. After the intensity of her
orgasms, being able to stare into his eyes carried so much intimacy on its own that she found herself tensing again, clenching at his cock inside of her, tipping her hips to give him the deepest access to her, and then squeezing him as he pulled back, making his jaw tense and the muscles work.
He caught her knees under his arms and lifted them, giving himself even more access to her body, and she groaned as he pressed into that deep spot within her that made her twitch. Every time he brushed over it, she clenched harder, and she could see him now, biting at his lip and focusing to maintain control.
Keeping her eyes locked on his, she found her nipples with her fingers and teased at them, rolling them between her fingers like he had, taunting them and feeling the buzzing burn as they shot sensation directly down to her clit. “Jesus, Ali,” he panted as he looked on. “Are you trying to torture me?”
“No,” she said. “If I was trying to torture you, I’d do this.” She lifted her breast and leaned her head down, just able to run her tongue over her own nipple.
He went totally silent, plunging so deep inside of her that she could feel his sac pressed against her ass. He swore in Spanish and closed his eyes. His entire body was trembling, and she pressed her hips up one more time, almost delicately.
He came then, roaring with the force of it, lifting her hips off the blanket and slamming into her. She could feel him pulsing inside of her, and she met his movements with her own until he fell over her, gasping for breath as he slipped free from her. His fingers gave her no rest, though, darting down inside her curls and finding her swollen, soaking clit. She gasped as he brushed over it, and she felt his tired smile.
“I’m okay,” she muttered. “I really am. You don’t need to—”
“Hush,” he said, sounding almost sleepy. “Take your medicine.”
He knew her so well by now. His fingers moved in the perfect rhythm, stroking her clit, moving with her as she groaned and arched off the blanket, dipping into her wetness—mixed with his, a thought that made her gasp all the harder—and then returning to circle and stroke, circle and stroke until she cried out, shrieking into his shoulder as she convulsed. And even then, he didn’t stop. “One more,” he whispered, and his fingers continued their busy motion until an orgasm, bigger than anything she’d ever felt before in her life, came over her. It stole away sight and sound, pulling all sensation and focus of the universe down onto her clit, and his fingers, and their careful, steady motion. She screamed again as the world fell to pieces, and she heard his voice in her ear, his gentle reassurances that he had her, he had her, she was safe, he loved her, he would always love her. He said it in English, and in Spanish, and when she came down, she found herself sobbing, weeping with the intensity of it all. He held her through that too, rocking her sleepily back and forth, stroking her back and repeating over and over that he loved her.
When she could breathe again, she kissed him. “What was that for?” he asked.
“For being the man I always thought you were,” she said.
He smiled softly, and kissed her back.
“If you two are done,” came Cristina’s strident tone from the bottom of the barn. “I’m going to make bacon and eggs and hash browns. Sound good to you two lovebirds? I have a hell of a hangover, and I am not driving until I’ve eaten.”
Ali’s eyes met Alejandro’s, and they giggled like teenagers. “We’ll be down in just a little bit,” Ali said. “Sorry. Thank you!”
“Uh-huh,” Cristina said, but there was a quiet laugh in her tone that Ali hadn’t heard in a long time. She heard the barn door close as Cristina left, and she saw Alejandro sigh.
“Guess it’s my turn to take my medicine,” he said.
They dressed, folded up the blankets, and headed back into the house. Cristina, true to form, had three burners on the stove going as she turned out food like only a mother could. As soon as Alejandro walked back into the house, she started speaking in rapid Spanish. He nodded and took it, whatever it was. Ali tried to catch her eye, but Cristina skillfully avoided her, and she was left with nothing but Alejandro’s “si” and “no” at regular intervals. She could guess at most of it, though.
They ate. Cristina was more pleasant than Ali had expected, smiling and teasing Alejandro. She didn’t mention Bobby, didn’t subtly hint at the downsides to this new, more formal relationship between her best friend and her cousin, and she didn’t give either of them the nasty glares that had been her mode of operation whenever they were together for a decade. After they’d all eaten, and Cristina pronounced her headache cured, she kissed both Ali and her cousin, and left.
“What was all that, when we came back in?” Ali asked Alejandro as he turned to start washing dishes.
“Standard stuff. Hurt my friend and I’ll cut off your verga with a dull knife. Blah blah blah. It’s sweet she cares.”
Ali set about fixing herself another cup of coffee. “You’re not worried?”
“Should I be?” He met her gaze levelly. “As long as you tell me when I’ve screwed something up—because I will, I’ve never tried doing this long-term thing in my life—and give me a chance to fix it, my dick should be perfectly safe. And I think that’s good for both of us.” He flicked soapy water at her, and she shrieked, protecting her coffee. “You seem to like him, after all.”
She let the laughter sparkle up into her eyes, and she shrugged. “You did okay, I guess.”
“Okay!” He flicked water at her again, indignant, and then grabbed for her. She ducked away and ran for the living room. He caught her by the arm and pulled her into his grip. “I’ll show you ‘okay, I guess,’” he said, pressing her lips down to hers.
She wrapped her arms around her neck, and kissed him back for everything she was worth.
EPILOGUE
When I met Alejandro, no one was worried at first. Everyone assumed it was a standard bad boy phase, and I’d get over it. Even my parents, my mother, said not to worry, that eventually I’d find someone better suited for me.
What they never realized was that Alejandro was perfectly suited to me. To my independent spirit, my lust for life, my crazy joy in sunrises and sunsets. Bobby was perfect for who they wanted me to be—but then, I wasn’t ever going to be that girl anyway, no matter how hard they tried to make me into her.
When I leave Gran’s ranch, I’m sad, of course, but I know I’ll be back. Sooner or later, Mama will start speaking to me again, and I’ll need a place to stay when I come visit her.
Sheriff Hennesy left office after a visit from the Attorney General of Texas, according to Cristina. His dirty deeds aren’t public knowledge, but Travis assures me that he will not be in a position of power like that ever again.
Alejandro and I—there’s no word to describe what we are. I’m not quite his old lady, but he’s more than my boyfriend. I don’t ever want to get married, because I don’t ever want to be tied down like that. He can’t make it home to me every single night. But his clothes are in my bureau, and most nights, I can hear his motorcycle tearing up the road, racing to be with me.
It’s enough for now.
THE END
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IT WASN'T SUPPOSED TO BE LIKE THIS.
ABBIE
I thought I knew what I was doing. But that before King claimed me.
Under his chiseled, tattooed body lies ruthlessness I can’t even comprehend.
But when he stares into my eyes…
I can practically hear him snarl.
Feel his rough hands on my curves.
Scarred body pinned against mine...
Hard voice echoing in my ears:
“Never forget. You are MINE”
I’M THE LAST THING SHE NEEDS.
KING
But I'm her only chance at getting out of this alive.
I didn’t plan to bring Abbie into my life, but now that she’s here, I’m not letting go.
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p; She has no idea about the storm on the horizon. No idea how much danger she’s in.
She can try to run.
She can try to hide.
But she needs to understand:
I will find her and drag her back.
Lash her to my bed.
And make her MINE.
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SAVAGE – OLIVIA STEPHENS
Prologue
Kristina
His eyes were haunting. They created competing emotions of exhilaration and terror in Kristina, and she was extremely aware of the fact that it was this juxtaposing allure that made Keith Lee so extremely attractive to her.
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