by Thorn, Lacey
“What do you mean?” Blake asked.
“Ally has always been strong,” Ben looked sad for a minute. “She’s had to be. Ally’s mom and my dad are—were—siblings. But my dad shut himself off from the rest of his family because they didn’t fit the social image he wanted. Ally’s dad died before she was born and all she’s had in her life have been her mother and Tory. I can’t imagine how alone she must feel with them gone.”
“Doesn’t she make friends?” Shep, who had stopped by to speak with Ben, asked from his spot next to Blake. He and Blake had been fast friends from the moment they met, and had many things in common. Since then they had shared a lot with each other. They had met for the first time through Blake’s cousin, Tyler Andrews, who was also Shep’s old Ranger buddy. The men enjoyed each other’s company and spent a lot of time together.
“No,” Ben interjected quickly and shook his head, not knowing exactly how to describe Ally without making her sound weird. “Ally is a loner, mostly because she’s had to be.”
“Had to be why?” Blake asked.
“She just is,” Ben said sharply and there was no missing the anger in his voice. Katie stepped in front of her husband and leaned her back against his chest knowing that he would automatically wrap his arms around her. Ben took a deep breath and held his wife close to him. “Ally is very sensitive. She always has been. Her mother and Tory protected her as best they could but there was no way to hide the things that Ally could see.”
“Are you talking some voodoo shit?” Gil cut in sharply.
“Look, Ally just knows things some times,” Ben admitted with a look on his face that dared anyone to comment.
“Wow,” Katie’s voice broke through the tension. “So can she speak with ghosts and stuff like that little boy in the movie? Or is she more like that John Edwards on television?”
Shep grinned, Gil shook his head and Blake and Ben laughed, eliminating the rest of the tension in the room. But the woman standing in the doorway just heard people laughing at her again. She didn’t know what she had expected from her cousin, from the other man who called to her soul, but laughter was not it. She stepped softly into the room and Katie gasped when she caught a brief glance of the sorrow on Ally’s face before it was quickly gone, leaving only a blank expression in its place.
“I’m glad that I’ve provided you with a night’s entertainment,” Ally said softly—too softly. “Thanks for the shower and clothes,” she told Katie. “I’ll make sure to get them back to you when I get back to my car and check in at the hotel.”
“You’re more than welcome to stay here, Ally,” Katie said.
“Of course she’ll stay here,” Ben said.
“No,” Ally said. “Who would want to have someone around with all their voodoo shit?” Gil flushed. “If I can just get a ride back to my car then I’ll get out of your hair.”
Blake and Shep had both been looking at Ally’s change in clothes. Shep took in the long thick black hair, the petite frame, the big green eyes and the delicious mounds of flesh so vividly on display in the borrowed t-shirt. Then he took in the way Blake was already viewing her so possessively. Shep grinned. His cock was as hard as steel under his zipper and knowing Blake the way he did, Shep knew it wouldn’t be long till Blake was fucking her too. Blake would claim her first, but then it would be time to share and the erotic images skating through Shep’s mind already had him hard and ready, eager for his part.
Blake stood up from the table glad that he had untucked his shirt earlier to cover the full-blown erection he still sported when he arrived. Now his cock was long and thick again and there would be no way to miss it in his tight jeans. “I’ll take you to get your car,” he said then held up his hand to cut everyone off before they could speak. “It’s been a long night. Let’s get together tomorrow to discuss everything.” With that he took Ally by the elbow and went to skirt around the table.
Ben released Katie and stepped in front of them, his eyes going automatically to Ally. “Are you sure you don’t want to stay here?”
“I’m sure,” Ally stated quietly.
“I can take you to get your car, we can talk,” Ben told her just as softly, regret ripe in his eyes for the pain he had never meant to cause her.
Ally shook her head no. She knew what was coming with Blake and she needed it. “No, we’ll talk tomorrow.” She reached up and touched her hand to his face before turning to go with Blake once more.
Shep was already at the door. “You need any help?” he asked Blake with a devilish grin that threw Ally for a loop. This man was big, as tall as Blake. But this one was a blond Viking in modern clothes. She could easily imagine him plundering and conquering her in every way imaginable. She must have made some small sound because his feral gaze hooked on her and there was no mistaking the lust in his eyes. His glaze flicked down to her breasts and she could feel her nipples hardening further and poking out of the material. He grinned in triumph and Blake glanced down at her turgid nipples then. Ally refused to acknowledge her body’s response and just stood there letting them look.
Blake pushed her gently out the door in front of him. As she brushed past the Viking she swore she felt him brush a finger across her nipple.
“Not yet,” she heard Blake tell the other man. “Tonight’s mine, Shep.”
So that was his name. Shep. But what did Blake mean not yet? And did he mean what she thought he meant? She felt the moisture in her pussy and hoped she didn’t soak the jeans, as panties were something else she wasn’t wearing. She just didn’t feel comfortable borrowing such intimate apparel from a stranger. And cousin’s wife or not, Katie was still a stranger.
Ally snapped out of her thoughts when Blake grabbed her hand and led her to his truck, opening the passenger door and boosting her up inside. She watched as he shut the door and moved around to the driver’s side and hopped, in firing the truck up as he slammed his door and belted in.
Ally remained quiet as he drove back the way they had come. This time she took in the scenery around her, looking at the town called Legacy as they drove through it. It took her a minute to realize that they were headed on another road out of town and not toward the fire charred home where her car was parked around the corner. She glanced over at Blake.
“Where are you taking me?” she asked though she felt sure she already knew.
“To my place,” Blake stated, glancing casually over at her. “Any objections?”
Ally shook her head slowly back and forth. No, she had no objections to what was coming.
“You know that I’m going to fuck you,” Blake said plainly so there were no surprises when he got her to his house. “We may not make it past the front door the first time. I want you that badly, Ally.”
Her eyes were wide, not with fear but with a raging lust of her own. “I want you too,” she admitted in a husky whisper.
“Have you ever been with a man before, Ally?” Blake asked. “‘Cause I don’t know that I can be gentle with you right now. The need is too strong.”
Ally thought of the two men she had slept with in her life. They both seemed like boys when compared to the man sitting across the truck cab from her. “I’m not a virgin,” she told him. No need to tell him that it had been at least five years since she had engaged in sex with a man.
“Good,” Blake replied as he pulled into a driveway and hit the remote for his garage.
Ally briefly glimpsed the brick one-story home before he enclosed them in the garage. The truck turned off and he turned to her, releasing first his seatbelt and then hers. His eyes were hot and dark with need and she could tell that the lust was riding him hard.
“You have ten seconds to get out of the truck and head into the house, Ally,” he told her, his voice rough. He nodded toward the door that must lead into the house. “That’s about as long as I’ll make it. Ten seconds, Ally. Then I’m going to fuck your sweet pussy till you scream.”
Ally gulped, reached for the door handle, and flung it o
pen, then gave it a shove to close it and bolted for the house door.
Chapter Four
Blake sat for a few seconds watching Ally hurry away from him to the door leading into the house. Had he misread the signals? Was she scared and not really interested? Then she stopped as she opened the door that led into the house through the utility room and smiled at him over her shoulder before continuing on inside. She was playing with him, taunting him to catch her and take her. And he would not disappoint her.
Blake slipped from the truck and quietly shut the door. He kicked his shoes off inside the door Ally had left open and shut it gently. He grinned when he saw her shoes kicked off there as well. His belt slipped free and he tossed it aside, then undid the top button on his jeans and pulling his shirt over his head. When he found her, it would be a rough first mating. Blake shook his head. Mating? Where the hell had that thought come from? It would be a quick fuck the first time and, looking at her diminutive size, he might not last as long as he hoped once he plunged his cock into her pussy.
On his sock-covered feet he crept into the kitchen and almost groaned when he saw the t-shirt Ally had been wearing tossed on top of the table. He continued through the house and shuddered when he came across her jeans lying in a puddle in the middle of the hall. Was she naked now? Was she already in his bed spread and ready for him? He rubbed his hand along his hard denim-covered length and gave it a squeeze. Fuck he wanted her badly. He took a deep breath and continued down the hall and pushed open the slightly ajar door to his bedroom. The sight that greeted him nearly brought him to his knees.
Ally knelt on his bed knees spread wide with one hand playing in the lush, wet folds of her sex. Her scent of arousal filled the air and made Blake groan again. Her other hand was pulling and teasing her plump nipples, which crowned the most amazing breasts he had ever seen. Her hair hung around her like a curtain and he couldn’t wait to get his hands in it. But it was her eyes that grasped him and wouldn’t let go. There was so much there, so much more than just the lust that was riding them both right now, a promise of something better than Blake had ever known.
Blake reached down to unzip his pants as he just barely managed to walk the rest of the way across the room to her. When he stopped in front of her, his cock was wrapped in the fingers of his hand as he used the other to shove his pants and boxer briefs down out of the way.
Ally moaned and dropped down to all fours before he could focus. Her lips wrapped around the large head of his cock and she sucked him into her hot little mouth until she meet his fingers. Blake groaned at the feel of her mouth as well as the sight of her round ass high in the air behind her. If things worked the way he hoped, she would be in just this position again soon with one man in her mouth and another stroking in and out of her sweet little cunt. Oh yeah, she looked just perfect in this position.
Ally’s firm suction brought him back to the present and he gently wrapped his fingers in her hair and pulled her mouth away from him. She let go with a loud pop and gave another swipe of her tongue over the weeping slit of his crown before looking up at him. She licked her lips like she was savoring the taste of him and Blake almost came right then and there.
“You taste amazing,” Ally informed him.
“I’m glad you think so,” Blake replied as he knelt on the bed in front of her and used his hands to ease her back up the bed so that he could lie her down and cover her like he wanted. “I promise to let you eat your fill of me later, Ally.”
“I’ll hold you to that,” she smiled and arched her body up into his rubbing her hard nipples all over his hair covered chest. “I love your chest, Blake. I love the feel of it against my skin, against my nipples.”
Blake moaned and leaned down, pinning her chest to the bed with his, crushing her nipples into him. He took her mouth with his and plundered her the way he had wanted to the last time he had her under him when they were both still dressed and lying on the ground. This was so much better. She tasted better than he imagined and he only let her mouth go when they were both gasping for air. He could feel her fingers digging into his shoulders and he loved it. Her thighs were already grasping his hips and Blake could feel the moisture from her pussy on his stomach.
He reached down between their bodies and slid his finger in the wetness rimming her opening before going back up to torment the engorged bud of her clit. Ally moaned and thrashed beneath him and finally, on the third pass, Blake buried his finger in her cunt. It was heaven—tight, wet and hotter than hell around his digit. Yeah, he’d last maybe two seconds. Only one thing for a man to do and that was to ensure her pleasure before he ever took his own.
He bent his head and took one of her nipples firmly between his teeth, sucking and nipping her flesh while he plunged his finger in and out of her. She was so tight. He wondered how long it had been since she had last had sex. He slipped a second finger inside and Ally cried out, pumping her hips up to greet his plundering hand, pressing her clit against his palm. Ally came with a harsh cry and a rough clawing of his shoulders. She wasn’t as delicate as she looked, Blake thought taking in the wildcat who was convulsing beneath him in what had to be a powerful orgasm. She was clenching his fingers with her sheath and her juices where soaking them both. God, she was the most gorgeous picture he had ever seen.
He pulled his fingers from her and pushed her thighs wider, lining his cock up with her still-pulsing center. He couldn’t hold back any longer. He entered her fully with one hard thrust and almost died at the pure pleasure that wrapped around his shaft and worked its way up and back down his spine. His balls were already high and tight with his seed. And that thought stopped him cold. He wasn’t wearing a condom. Fuck!
Ally must have sensed his intent to pull out of her snug heat, for she slipped her hands down to dig grooves into his buttocks and urged him to continue. “Don’t stop,” she gasped. “Please don’t stop.”
“Just a minute,” he groaned as he lunged for the bedside table drawer and the box of condoms inside.
He watched Ally’s eyes as he ripped one open and hastily rolled it on. He was back between her thighs in mere seconds, sheathing himself once more in her lush sex.
“Yes,” Ally screamed. “Fuck me. Fuck me so good.”
That was all Blake needed to hear to start up a pounding rhythm that had them both too breathless for words. He could feel his orgasm building and knew that there would be no holding back the flood. Then he felt Ally clench around him and watched with amazement as she reached another orgasm. She was exquisite. Two more hard strokes and he was grinding his cock as deep inside her pulsing channel as he could get before flooding the condom with several harsh blasts of his thick semen.
He collapsed on top of Ally, only managing to push his upper body to the side, not wanting to pull completely out of her just yet and from the tight grip of Ally’s hips on his, it seemed as if she felt the same way. Finally, long moments later, they both relaxed, Ally’s legs slipping from his to rest on the mattress. Blake heard a shuddery sigh and when he glanced over, Ally was asleep. He tried to ease his body away as softly as he could, not wanting to awaken her. He removed the filled condom and, tying it off, wrapped it in a tissue before tossing into the trash can by the bed. When he was back beside her, he gently pulled her into the cradle of his arms and pulled the folded afghan from the foot of the bed over them, not wanting to risk waking her by pulling the covers down beneath them.
Blake looked at the sleeping woman in his arms and knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that he would never be able to let her go.
* * * * *
It was the ringing of the phone that brought Catherine awake, abruptly shattering the sweet dream she was enjoying. She fumbled for the bedside lamp and, turning it on, blinked at the clock, noting that it was twelve-thirty in the morning as she reached for the phone.
“Hello,” Catherine murmured sleepily, praying that there wasn’t another emergency in her family. It seemed that they had experienced more than their share lat
ely.
“Rin, did I wake you?” Roman’s voice soothed her from across the line. “What time is it there?”
“It’s about twelve-thirty,” Catherine replied.
“Shit. I’m sorry, honey. I didn’t realize,” his voice sounded weary, like he was ending a really rough day. “I didn’t mean to wake you up. Go back to bed and I’ll try to call earlier tomorrow.”
“No,” Catherine cried out. “I’m awake now and I don’t mind. I was hoping to hear from you.”
“Miss me, honey?” Roman questioned and she could hear the need in his voice.
“Miss me?” she asked instead, unwilling to admit just how lonely she was without him.
“Every moment, honey,” he whispered to her, “with every breath I take.”
“I miss you too,” she admitted quietly, an easy thing to do in the privacy of her bedroom.
“Are you naked in that big bed, Rin? All alone and naked?” His voice was deep and seductive sending shivers of desire coursing into the very heart of Catherine.
“You know I am,” she whispered, as if afraid someone would overhear her.
“Don’t be embarrassed, honey,” Roman told her. “I can’t touch you but I can tell you what I want you to do to yourself.”
“Phone sex?” Catherine gasped, shocked and interested at the same time. Perhaps more shocked because she was interested.
Roman’s chuckle came over the line, rich and full. “I’ll let you return the favor, Rin. You can tell me exactly what you would like to be doing to me. I’d love to hear your voice saying all those naughty things.”
“I’m not sure,” Rin whispered softly, “that I can do this, Roman.”
“Close your eyes, honey, and lay back in the bed,” he encouraged her and Catherine found herself obeying instantly. “Now slip one hand under the cover and rub your nipples with it.”