by Anthology
She shivered as he slowing peeled her damp panties over her thighs, dropping them on the floor.
“Did I say half dozen?” she asked, her voice taking on the breathless quality of a woman in the throes of arousal.
“Mmm hmm,” he said, rubbing his hand against her bare ass. Her skin was chilly, clammy from her walk in the rain, and he couldn’t wait to warm it up.
“I think maybe I should have said a dozen times.”
He swatted her ass one time as she spoke.
“Or more like two dozen. I’m pretty green, you know.”
He chuckled as he slapped her several more times. She either gave up trying to talk or lost the ability as he spanked her thoroughly, soundly. He’d thought the spanking was for all the worry and pain she’d put him through in the past three days, but as she began to move in time with his hand, he realized this wasn’t a punishment at all.
It was a celebration, a reunion, perhaps one of the happiest moments of his life.
He pushed her legs apart, lightly slapping her pussy, his hand slipping slightly in the copious amounts of juices gathered there. She groaned and he repeated the movement, making sure to include her clit on the second and third slaps.
“Will,” she cried out as he slipped two fingers inside her hot pussy, driving them in unremittingly, in exactly the way he knew she loved.
“Please,” she said.
“Please what, Keira? You only have to ask.”
“I want to come and then I want you to fuck my ass.”
His hand stilled for a moment, her words ripped straight from his own well-traveled fantasies. “Anything you want.”
He added another finger to her cunt and pushed her over the edge, her body shaking, her lovely voice screaming out her release, her pleasure.
His tenuous grip on his own control slipped as he lifted her from his lap and placed her at his feet. “Hands and knees,” he commanded and he watched her body quiver at the deep, demanding sound of his voice. He rose and quickly shed his own jeans and boxers, grabbing the bag of sex toys from the end table. He’d pulled them out this morning, tormenting himself with the memories they evoked until he thought he’d go mad.
He knelt behind her. “Open your legs,” he said. “I want to get a good look at what you’re offering.” As he spoke, he retrieved the tube of lubrication from the bag.
She complied and he sucked in a deep breath, fighting to slow down, determined to make this special. Regardless of her past experience, in this she was a virgin and he had to keep that thought in mind.
Then he saw her ass, marked by his hand, and he knew he was fighting a losing battle.
She glanced over her shoulder and he looked up to find her watching him closely. “I’ll give you anything you want too,” she said, her voice stronger than he’d expected given the strength of her previous climax.
He shuddered at the thought of what she was offering, then shook his head. “I don’t think you’re ready for what I want. I wouldn’t be gentle. I couldn’t go slow.”
She laughed, a husky, sexy sound that rattled him to the core. “When have I ever asked for gentle or slow?”
He grinned then drifted his hand along her slit before opening the lubrication and applying it liberally to the tight pucker of her ass and his cock. “Have you been wearing the plug?”
She shook her head slowly and he realized that for the past three days, she truly had believed their relationship over. It was that thought, that horrible awareness that stirred him to continue. “Well then, this is going to pinch a little, hurt a little, but maybe it will remind you never to doubt us—never to doubt this.”
“Fuck me,” she said softly. “Make me remember.”
He pushed his cock into her hot cunt twice, using the juices there to coat his flesh as well. She moaned and pushed back toward him. He slapped her ass, hard.
“Don’t move,” he demanded and he watched her struggle to remain still. “I’m fucking you, Keira. You are to do nothing more than take it. Do you understand?”
“God yes,” she hissed. “Do it.”
He pulled his cock from her pussy, lining the head up with her anus. Despite his threats, he entered her with caution, slowly, anxious to make sure she could offer what he desperately wanted to take. Inch by inch he forged in, pausing to give her time to adjust. The plug he’s used on her hadn’t been nearly big enough to prepare her for him. It was a beginner’s toy, nothing more, and he’d meant to slowly work her up in size before taking her this way.
As with everything else regarding Keira, nothing ever went as he planned. She’d systematically destroyed his preconceived notions about submission and what he wanted from a woman. She was everything he never knew he wanted and couldn’t believe he’d lived a lifetime without.
Seated to the hilt, he stopped, gasping for breath, trying to assimilate to the unforgiving tautness of her ass clenching around him. Christ. It would be a miracle if he could thrust three times without coming.
Keira, until that moment, had held to his command, remaining perfectly still. She turned slowly to look at him and she smiled. Then she turned away from him, lowering from her hands to her elbows and pushing her ass even farther into the air, driving him in just a touch more.
“Fuck me, Will.”
Her words released him and he moved out and back in, faster this time. Every thrust increased in speed and force until both of them were crying out from the pleasure-pain of the moment. His climax was long, the come pulled from his balls with the force of a freight train, leaving him to wonder if he’d ever walk again.
“Keira,” he whispered as the final drop of semen filled her ass. “God, Keira.”
With the last bit of strength left in his arms, he shoved the coffee table away, falling slowly to his side, keeping her back pressed tightly against his chest. He refused to leave the heat of her body and for several moments the two of them simply lay together, connected, side by side.
She broke the silence first. “Will?”
“Mmm,” he hummed, unwilling to break the power of the moment.
“I love you,” she whispered.
He grinned, placing a soft kiss against her shoulder. “I love you, too.”
Epilogue
“Okay everybody, they’re here. Quiet. Quiet, Riley! Shit, how much of that spiked punch have you had already? Tris, bend down more. I can see the top of your head over the bar,” Keira called out across the room.
They’d closed the pub today for a private family celebration. Sean had graduated from high school. They’d all attended the ceremony this morning, sneaking out as soon as it was over to come back to prepare for his surprise party. Pop had stayed behind as Sean gathered up the last of his things and said goodbye to many of the friends he’d grown up with.
Will gripped her tightly from behind, chuckling at her last-minute commands to her unruly bunch of siblings. They were bent down in their corner booth together.
“Shhh,” she warned him. He pinched her nipple covertly and struggled to control his cock when a little excited expulsion of breath escaped her lips. Woman was always primed and ready. He should know better than to tease her as he always got taken down in the fall. Then he thought to hell with it and grinned as he pinched the other nipple, causing it to peak beneath her T-shirt as well.
“You are the devil,” she whispered.
“And you’re my angel.”
She giggled. “Fallen angel.”
“Hush up, you two,” Ewan warned from his position beneath a nearby table, “or I’ll turn the hose on you.”
Pat opened the door, speaking far louder than he needed to. His odd behavior was no doubt making it obvious to Sean that something was up.
“Well, my goodness,” Pat practically shouted. “Where is everybody?”
“Surprise!” they all yelled in unison as Keira fought not to roll her eyes. Sean caught their gaze with a less-than surprised but totally pleased look on his face. The black eye had faded and was nearl
y gone. He still hadn’t told anyone what had prompted his fight, but as he and Chad seemed to have made amends, Will had convinced Keira to let it go.
The siblings all gathered around hugging Sean and Will smiled at the image they made. Perhaps one of the most wonderful things Keira had given him this past month was the opportunity to see a large, loving family up close and personal.
Riley snuck into the kitchen and came out with a triple-layer chocolate cake she’d made special for the occasion, claiming it was Sean’s favorite. Will dipped out the punch and he made sure to give Sean a cup from the liquor-free punchbowl when he caught the boy trying to sneak a glass of the spiked stuff.
“Here,” Will said, handing Keira a glass. She took a sip and winced.
“How much rum did Riley put in here? I can’t even taste the juice.”
“There’s supposed to be juice in there?” Riley asked with a laugh.
“Christ, the whole lot of us will be falling down drunk if we keep drinking that stuff,” she said. “Get some soda, Tris.”
“Nope. I sort of like the idea of falling down drunk,” her brother replied.
The door to the pub opened and Will did a double take as Tris appeared to have morphed into two people.
“Got room for one more?” the man asked.
“Killian!” The whole lot of Collins siblings yelled their brother’s name in unison, every one of them rushing to hug him.
“Sorry about missing the ceremony, Sean,” Killian said. “My leave wasn’t approved until the last minute and then I had a devil of a time finding a flight. I got here as soon as I could.” As he spoke, he walked over and took the glass of punch Will offered. “You must be the professor.”
He nodded and took the man’s proffered hand. “Yes I am.” After spending the past month proving his worth to Keira’s other three brothers, he stiffened his spine, prepared to take up the battle once more.
“Nice to meet you,” Killian said. “So, Keira, sounds like you finally found a man worthy of you.”
Keira shared the surprise he felt at her brother’s remark. “Well, I certainly think so,” she answered, “but who told you?”
“I did,” Tris answered.
“Nay, it was me,” Pat replied, “in our phone call Friday night.”
“I told you so in that email last week,” Teagan added.
They all laughed and Will felt his heart expand at the thought of being included in this amazing family.
“Actually,” Will said, placing his hand across Keira’s shoulders and pulling her close. “I wanted to…” He paused and looked down at her. She nodded. “We wanted to let you all know that Keira has agreed to move in with me.” He looked quickly at her father. “Now I know that’s probably not the way you would prefer it, Pat, but…”
Part of their concerns in sharing their plans with the family had been Keira’s fear of Pat’s response to their decision to “shack up,” as she teasingly called it.
“Now son, you don’t have to worry about me,” Pat replied. “I’m hip to the new ways,” he said so stiffly everyone in the room burst into laughter.
“Oh Christ, Pop. What the hell was that?” Riley asked.
“All I’m trying to say is that I think I speak for all of us when I say, welcome to the family, son.”
“Hear, hear,” Tris said, raising his glass.
The toast was just the first of many as the family lifted their glasses to Sean and to Killian’s return, but it was Pat’s last toast that meant the most to all of them.
“Raise your glasses one last time,” he said. “Here’s to the one who couldn’t be with us today. She’d be damn proud of every single one of you. You truly are Sunday’s children.”
Will tightened his grip on Keira as she attempted to covertly wipe away a tear.
“You okay?” he whispered as Riley started handing out plates, telling everyone to eat.
She nodded. “I’m fine.”
“I love you, Miss Collins,” he said, hoping to lighten the sadness in her face, calling her by the name he’d used in the classroom.
She laughed. “I love you too, Professor William Wallace.”
Other books in the Wild Irish series include:
Ruby Tuesday
Waiting for Wednesday
Sweet Thursday
Friday I’m in Love
Saturday Night Special
Any Given Sunday
Wild Irish Christmas
About the Author
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Tempt Me, Cowboy
a montana millionaire novella
Megan Crane
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Chapter One
She was exactly the kind of trouble he didn’t need.
Jasper Flint could see the woman from halfway down the block, like a shot of bright color against the weathered old brick of his newest acquisition. She hadn’t been there when he’d left the railway depot earlier that morning for a run around the outskirts of Marietta, Montana, his brand new home. There’d been nothing but the crisp blue dawn, the hint of the coming winter already there in the chill of the late September morning while Copper Mountain stood high above the town, a sleepy blue and purple giant slouching in the distance.
And the quiet. The blessed quiet and more of the same on the wind. A far cry from the noisy, frantic, nonstop life he’d left behind in Dallas.
An hour and a leisurely five miles later, Jasper was more than ready to face a long day of renovations, the current highlight of the best decision he’d ever made: his early retirement at thirty-five. He was ready to lose himself in the simple joy of making instead of taking, the sheer, hard won happiness in transforming something old into something new. He wasn’t ready for whatever trouble this woman had brought with her, the storm of it swirling around her despite the early morning sunlight and the clear fall day, practically casting the whole street in her shadow.
It was there in the way she stood waiting for him, impatient hands on her sweet hips and her chin tilted up—belligerent and scrappy, like she wanted to exchange a few punches right there in the street. It made him smile. He wouldn’t mind getting his hands on her, blonde and cute and with legs that could inspire a man to wax a little poetic even in the blandly conservative clothes she wore, and preferably before she opened her mouth and ruined the perfectly decent fantasy he already had going on.
But he knew her type. Prissy and disapproving, spring-loaded way too tight and, unless he misread that downturned mouth of hers and the glare she aimed at him like she already knew him, constitutionally unhappy.
Not—it went without saying—the sort of woman he usually found hanging around, waiting for him to show up. Not enough cleavage, for one thing. And definitely not enough teased hair. He liked his women cheap and obvious and all but flashing neon signs above their heads to shout out their availability.
This woman looked like trouble. Expensive trouble and a whole lot of work. He was in the market for neither.
Jasper slowed to a stroll as he drew near, eyeing her not-nearly-tight-enough pants and definitely-not-slinky-enough top, that thick blonde hair twisted back from her face in a way that shouted sensible, with something uncomfortably close to regret. He wondered what it would be like to have a woman like this—her figure concealed by her outfit instead of starkly presented to him like a Vegas buffet—throw herself at him the way the bimbos did so easily. But that was the paradox, of course. The good girls had steered well clear of him even before he’d had money, like he had darkness grafted onto his very bones and they cou
ld scent it in the wind.
He’d learned to live with cheap and calculating. He’d even have said he liked it, the predictability and the ease of that kind of woman, the uncomplicated nature of such mercenary transactions, until now.
“Sorry,” he said when he was close, letting his Texas roots have their way with his drawl, and surprised to discover he meant it. “You’re not really my type.”
She blinked, her lips parting slightly, which drew his attention to what might have been the most carnal mouth in the whole of the West. It hit him like a hammer, pounding an impossible lust through his body to pool in his sex.
What the hell?
“I—what?”
It was like she could read his mind, and it made her stammer.
“I like easy and sleazy.” He grinned slightly, imagining that mouth of hers engaged in practices that would fall under both headings. “I’m afraid I’m true to my redneck roots.” He flipped the bottom of his ratty green Stars t-shirt up to wipe at his face, and when he lowered it, was more delighted than he should have been to find her staring at his abdomen with a look on her face that suggested he’d smacked her over the head with a hammer of his own. His grin widened. “I don’t really go for the disapproving schoolmarm thing. But I sure do appreciate the thought.”
She blinked again. Then understanding flooded over her surprisingly readable face and Jasper watched in fascination as she went pale, then a deep red. A blush? When was the last time he’d seen a woman blush? His ex-wife had been incapable of it—and, for that matter, just about everything else it turned out a marriage required.
Jasper banished thoughts of that blessedly short-lived disaster, and concentrated on the woman in front of him instead. He couldn’t seem to keep himself from imagining what that blush might look like in far more interesting places. And were those freckles across her delicate cheeks, complicating the creamy sweep of her skin?