Falling Softly: Compass Girls, Book 4

by Mari Carr

  “To me it looks like today might have been perfect timing after all.” Her lips curved into a wicked smile. “If we’d run into each other next week, then we’d have been screwed. I don’t have any other protection with me. But I’m not about to sacrifice having you. Besides, isn’t that like a sell-by date on a carton of milk?”

  “I’m not sure.” He shook his head as he tossed her a wry grin coupled with a pitiful stare.

  “One of my cousins has been trying to start a family. They told her that her fiancés would have to be off their prescription for three months before she could realistically expect to get pregnant.”

  “Are you sure?” He broke eye contact and looked up at the sky as if begging someone to save him, or maybe to give him strength. “I’m not the kind of guy to take risks like that. Why don’t we go into town, have something to eat, get to know each other—”

  “If you’re not sure…” She tried to hide her disappointment. Honorable and respectable. Great, she’d found a guy who checked all her boxes. Except today that wasn’t what she was interested in having ticked.

  “No. I want you. Make no mistake.” His gaze returned to hers like a rubber band snapping into shape after being stretched. This time it was solid, unwavering. “It’s just that I don’t do things like this. Impulsive. Reckless.”

  “Me either.” Sterling held her hands up. He took them and threaded their fingers together before placing them on either side of her head, capturing her completely. With his body supporting her, he stared down at her. She squeezed his fingers. “Any other day, I wouldn’t even consider this. But today is different. This is what I want. You are exactly what I need right now.”

  “I don’t think I’ve ever been what someone needed before.” Bitterness tainted his baritone. “Don’t expect me to turn away from a temptation as sweet as you, Sterling.”

  “I promise. That’s the last thing I’m hoping for right now.” She sighed when he relaxed into her, eliminating any distance between them.

  The shift allowed her to sink onto him, his cock perfectly positioned to penetrate her moist folds.

  Viho stared into her eyes. Both of them held their breath.

  Until she whispered, “Do it.”

  And he complied.

  Chapter Three

  Viho freed one hand from Sterling’s grasp momentarily to shove his jeans down his hips a bit and support the base of his shaft as the blunt head probed her opening. An involuntary gasp left her parted lips when his thickness breached her, stretching her around his welcome invasion.

  A sharp, sudden intensity assaulted her.

  He reacted immediately, stopping mid-motion. His cock pulsed as he controlled himself long enough to check in with her. “Too much?”

  “Just need a second.” She winked at him. “You’re a big guy.”

  “Not all it’s cracked up to be.” He grimaced. “I’m not the kind of douchebag who enjoys hurting women.”

  Traveling lower with a string of kisses that started at her mouth and ended at her collarbones, he seemed like he might take his time about things. Opt for the scenic route. Ease his passage. Most days she’d appreciate his consideration. Not today.

  “Not necessary.”

  “I want to taste you.” Unapologetic, he stared into her eyes as he admitted it.

  “How about you make a meal out of me to get me ready for round two?” She winced at how badly her body craved him inside her. “I need you. Now. It’s fine. I’m good.”

  Sterling reached for his cock, attempting to insert him deeper within her aching body. Hovering on the cusp of something that promised to be glorious was killing her. Instead of letting her lead him around by the dick, he took charge.

  “I can only hold back so much.” He grunted as he slipped another inch inside her.

  “Good.” She would have teased him more, but it was impossible to concentrate as he lit up every nerve ending along her channel like the lights on a runway guiding a jumbo jet home. “Gah!”

  It was about as coherent as she could manage when he impaled her on his cock.

  Classy, nope. Sassy, definitely not. Honest…absolutely.

  And he seemed to soak up her appreciation.

  Viho cursed, then let go of her hands, allowing gravity to fully embed his thick shaft. Nature gifted them both with the resulting pleasure. She strangled his cock with the rings of muscle in her pussy, hugging him as he began to slide in and out of her the barest bit.

  By bending his knees then wrapping one arm around her waist between her and the truck, he was able to fuck her with short, powerful jabs that ground their pelvises together, ensuring her clit rubbed against his body with every movement. Her hard nipples too.

  When he returned his mouth to hers for intermittent kisses as they both gulped for air, she knew it wouldn’t take long for her to come around him. She bit her lip as she concentrated, not on reaching orgasm but on holding it off so she could enjoy their primal meeting for as long as possible.

  Viho ran his free hand up her ribs until he could wedge it between them and cup her breast. He thumbed the tip as he continued to plunge into her moist depths. Though her clothes muted the sensation, it was enough. Overloaded with rapture, Sterling’s concentration broke. And as quickly as that, she shattered around Viho without warning.

  Instead of triggering his orgasm, her pleasure only seemed to inspire him to rut hard against her, thrilling in the tug of her spasming flesh. “That’s right. Come on my cock. Show me how much you like getting fucked by a stranger on the side of the road.”

  Oh, God. He was a dirty talker too? Sterling whipped her head from side to side as another burst of bliss prolonged, or maybe renewed, her climax. Through it all, he continued to ride her, making sure she didn’t come down from the high he’d inspired.

  “That was amazing, Sterling,” he crooned. “I bet you can do it again for me. Can’t you, baby girl?”

  Whispered encouragements had her straining against him, yearning for more, intent on being the woman of his dreams if only for this one encounter.

  Instead of slaking her thirst for him, that first release only took the edge off her wild desire, making her more aware of the rapture he granted her as he continued to build her higher once more with careful, measured strokes.

  After a few minutes, she whimpered, wishing their position—not to mention their mostly dressed state—didn’t limit his thrusts. As if he could read her frustration, he responded, walking with her, still joined, to the cab of the truck. He kicked off his jeans and boots in the process, miraculously managing not to dump both their asses in the dust, leaving himself completely nude.

  When he yanked open the door, she realized what he intended. With one last eyeful of his glorious frame, she turned as he lifted her and nudged her shoulder. The motion dislodged his cock, and they both groaned.

  Sterling shouldn’t have worried about the emptiness since he quickly situated her so she knelt on the edge of the truck’s floor and bent over the seat. Her skirt bunched around her waist with her ass in the air. After running his hand over her backside and humming his approval, Viho climbed onto the running board of the truck and reintroduced his hard-on, which felt even plumper after its brief absence.

  Sterling tangled her hands in the passenger seatbelts, loving the way they wrapped around her wrists to keep her secure in the wake of Viho’s escalating fucking. From this angle he drove deeper, harder than he had before. She loved every second. Especially when he fisted her hair and drew her head back, arching her neck.

  With the other, he grabbed the oh-shit handle and used the leverage to increase the pace and travel of his lunges. His hips slapped her ass as he picked up speed. Her breasts rubbed against the faux leather seat as he jackhammered into her from behind.

  Then his hand released her hair and wandered down her back and over her hip. He wormed his finger
s between her belly and the seat so they could toy with her clit. Drawing circles around the tiny nub, he pushed her over the edge. Again.

  Sterling screamed his name as she shattered around him, humping his hand so that she ground her clit on his skilled fingers and wrung every bit of ecstasy his fat shaft delivered. He shuttled in and out of her as if unaffected by her desire.

  Never had she been with a man who had as much control as Viho.

  Maybe because he was significantly older than the guys she’d been with.

  Maybe just because he was special.

  Either way, she planned to give as good as she got.

  As soon as she could breathe again. She shuddered as she collapsed onto the seat with a keening moan that ended on a whimper.

  “Don’t worry, I’m not finished with you yet,” he growled in her ear as he lifted her from the truck and cradled her in his arms. He nuzzled her forehead with his chin, then marched to the tailgate of the truck, leaping inside the bed it as if it were merely a curb to hop.

  He set her on her feet briefly as he fluffed out the rolled blanket she’d spied earlier. The traditional patterns, along with the distinct red, black and white coloring of the cloth, made her sure he’d brought it with him from the reservation. It had character and an unevenness that spoke of being hand-woven natural fibers versus something synthetic or factory bought. As a craftsman herself, she could appreciate the effort it must have taken to make.

  In less than a minute, he unfurled the sleeping bag and laid it out, making as comfy a spot to lie as she required. Hell, she’d gladly have gotten on all fours in the dirt by the road if it would have made him hurry.

  More than anything, she wanted to keep feeling. The overwhelming rush of sensations made it easy to forget everything logical. Painful.

  Sterling didn’t wait. She squirmed from Viho’s hold despite his attempts to cling to her wriggling body. Good, she liked that he wanted her as much as she wanted him. “Just long enough to get totally naked, I promise.”

  She smiled as she shimmied out of her skirt, then unbuttoned her black lace shirt. The tank top below disappeared over her head in no time, leaving her modeling a matching pink satin bra and panty set.

  Clearly a naked kind of guy, Viho didn’t display any hint of embarrassment when he approached her, fully, gloriously nude. She didn’t blame him. Sterling could have looked at him all day and never gotten bored. In fact, she took a mental snapshot, hoping to sketch it later.

  Stalking closer, Viho scanned her from head to toe. He paused only long enough to draw his knuckles along the gray feathers dangling from her earrings to the tops of her breasts before reaching behind her to unfasten her bra.

  Once he’d slipped her free of the contraption and dropped it to the ground, he looked at her long and hard. Her nipples pebbled as he admired her bare breasts and her naked spirit.

  “So damn young. Pretty,” he rasped quietly, as if to himself, before claiming her lips once again. And she got distracted before she could get rid of her panties.

  The yarn of his blanket was soft against her back as he guided her onto it and followed her down. Then all thoughts fled, except the pressure of him on top of her. Perfect and delicious. Fooling around like they had, fast and rough, was great, but this—making love to him face to face, without the sexual gymnastics—allowed them both to relax into the moment.

  He guided his cock to her wet slit and traced the furrow of her pussy, reacclimating her sensitive flesh to his presence.

  This time they didn’t crack jokes, second-guess themselves or pause to think better. They let their bodies do the talking, making out as they got comfortable. Weight, heat and the pressure of Viho’s thigh nestling between Sterling’s legs before spreading them around the trunk of his body each should have freaked her out. None of it did. It only turned her on more.

  Bold, she snaked her hand between them, weighing his heavy balls in her palm. She rolled his sac lightly, swallowing his approving groan before moving on to cup his erection. Squeezing it and measuring the impressive length with a couple gliding strokes from root to tip. Her thumb swiped a bead of precome from the slit in the head before bringing it to her lips for a taste.

  It was as if sex with him was the first genuine encounter she’d ever had. Uninhibited, she let all of herself loose. And he didn’t seem to mind one bit.

  His finger slipped beneath the elastic of her panties. She arched upward, into his touch.

  Then the last scrap of fabric separating them disappeared as he ripped them from her and tossed them somewhere.

  Viho kissed her neck as she dragged air into her lungs. He tapped her clit with the damp head of his cock, teasing her before fitting himself to her once more.

  “Come with me this time?” she asked, suddenly wanting nothing more than to share the beautiful explosion with him.

  “Yeah. Gotta.” He clenched his jaw as he buried himself fully within her sheath. “You’re too damn perfect not to. Making me crazy.”

  “Good.” She smiled as she stroked his cheek then buried her fingers in his lush mane. “I’m not alone, then.”

  “No. Definitely not.” He stared into her eyes as he worked them both toward the frenzy of release. “I’m right here with you.”

  As if that promise was more alluring than anything he’d done to her body, Sterling quaked. Her pussy clenched, her muscles undulating as she tried to suck him deeper. She wrapped her legs around him, her heels drumming his tight ass in time to the perfect rhythm he set for them.

  And right then she knew, she’d never have sex this good with anyone else in her lifetime.

  They were a perfect match in bed. Or in a truck bed. However that went.

  Completely in tune, Viho ramped up the rocking of their bodies, escalating the connection between them. Perspiration made their skin glide, reducing friction and enhancing their motion.

  Perfect balance, totally in sync. Effortless, reciprocal pleasure.

  They generated it together.

  So Sterling felt it the instant Viho’s stride hitched. She clamped her legs around him when he seemed like he would retreat. “Where do you think you’re going?”

  “I’m going to come.” A bead of sweat trickled down his face.

  “Good. Me too.” She yanked him to her, whispering against his lips, “Don’t leave. Come. Inside me. I want to feel you let go. Give it to me.”

  Viho shouted, then went mad. He grasped her shoulders to anchor her, then pounded inside her, reaching as deep as possible with his steely cock. Sterling cried her triumph into the country air.

  When he went stiff above her, she knew he’d surrendered. And she’d already begun to quake as the first blast of his semen painted a line across the inside of her pussy. He matched her spasm for spasm as he filled her with jets of come.

  She came so hard around him that she’d swear it was the night sky full of stars hanging above her. Or maybe she was about to pass out. Either way, she’d never had a dream as good as this one.

  When he’d finished flooding her, Viho collapsed. He smothered her with a flurry of kisses and words in a language she didn’t understand. She didn’t need to know what they meant to catch his intent, though.

  They cuddled together, recovering for a while. Viho rolled them up in the red, white and black blanket like a post-coital burrito. Instead of feeling trapped, Sterling felt protected. Shielded from the negativity she’d wallowed in before Viho illuminated her world with light and life.

  Plus, oh-my-God level orgasms.

  As they lay in the quiet air, she snuggled into his side, pleased to see his ribs still expanding rapidly from his exertion. Smug, she melted into him. And that was when she realized her phone was ringing. First, the ridiculous bleep she’d assigned to one of her cousins intruded. She ignored it. Completely incapable of moving. And without the will to leave Viho’s side.<
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  A little bit passed. Then another one of her cousins called.

  Still she pretended not to hear.

  And then something way more urgent shattered her peaceful calm.

  Her dad’s bold, insistent ringtone.

  Oh shit.

  Sterling bolted upright. Well, she tried anyway. Mostly she choked herself on the edge of the blanket. Gurgling and flopping around like a fish, she finally got Viho’s attention.

  “What’s wrong?” He flipped open the blanket and rolled onto his knees, immediately poised for battle. But there was nothing around them, infringing on their solitude.

  “That’s my dad. Shit. Shit. Fuck.” She hopped across the stones toward her Jeep, cursing as each rock drilled into her tender arches.

  Viho lay back and laughed, folding his arms across his ripped belly. “You’re a damn fine grown woman. You don’t have to be running at your daddy’s beck and call. Not that I’m complaining about the show you and your jiggly parts are putting on right about now. Settle down. It’s not like he actually caught us with our pants down. You haven’t done anything wrong, have you? You aren’t married, are you?”

  “Shit, no. Nothing like that. But you don’t understand. I told my family I’d spotted you out here. I never imagined we’d…take our time like that.” Sterling fumbled the door and lunged for her phone. Too late. It’d stopped ringing. Damn! “Believe me, nothing is worse than one of the infamous Compass Brothers when he’s worried about his damn daughter.”

  Viho quit laughing as quickly as he’d started. His voice lost all traces of warmth and ease when he barked, “Compass?”

  “Yeah, I’m Sterling Compton. My dad is Sam, one of the Compass Brothers from Compass Ranch. Have you heard of him? I swear most of the stories are embellished. He hasn’t actually murdered any of my boyfriends. But between him and my uncles, I guaran-fucking-tee you the cavalry is on the way. I suggest you put your jeans on as quick as you took them off unless you want to meet my father buck-ass naked.”