Oklahoma Sky

by Jillian Neal

  "Let me feel how wet you get for me, sweet baby? Your body already knows how to beg for me, doesn't it?" Popping the clasp on her jeans, he stroked his fingertips over the patch of soaked satin. The fabric amplified his touch making her shiver restlessly. He continued to taunt the overly-sensitized skin of her mound. Lust tore through him at the feel of just how aroused she was.

  "Ford, please." She clawed at his back so desperate for this he had no choice but to comply.

  "I'm trying to go easy on you," he warned. "But you're not gonna let me, are you? You're too damn beautiful, too damn needy for me. I'm gonna have to fuck you so hard I leave marks when I take that cherry, aren't I?"

  Chapter Forty

  Pleasure speared through Callie at his question. She could locate no words to reassure him that being left with marks would only scratch the surface of this particular fantasy. Until she'd met and fallen for Ford Holder, she would've thought badly of any kind of objectification. She certainly would never have admitted, even to herself, that she longed for it. But that was before his bruising reverence, his brutal adoration of her when they made love. Now, she wanted to be used. She needed to be his possession. She needed him to grant her this the very same way he needed to own and accept that demanding facet of himself.

  Pretending to be a virgin was only one element. She required his dominance more than she required the next pounding beat of her heart. She longed for there never to have been anyone else but the two of them, even if only in her fantasies. And it had all gotten tangled up in her mind together in a storm of forbidden pleasure.

  Praying he would understand what she wasn't certain how to voice, she begged, "Please, please. That's exactly what I want. I need to be yours. I need every part of you." She most especially needed all of the parts Meritt hadn't wanted.

  He stared down at her half-naked in the bed of his truck like he was afraid she was just a figment of his imagination. Terrified that she would float away on the wind if he didn't hold on tightly enough. She tracked her hands up his thighs again and palmed the thick, tantalizing promise of his erection. "Please," she whispered and battled the shame over her own needs.

  He gently lifted her head before she'd realized she lowered it. "Mean what you say, baby." That raw carnality she loved rode hard in his voice. "You want my marks? You want me to cover you with my cum? Are you fucking saying that I can be rough with you, that that's what you want?" He trembled. Callie knew it was with the need to own the man he'd fought for so long to keep from being. Another round of sticky wet heat gathered between her thighs as her body begged for those very things on her behalf.

  Her eyes closed under the weight of desire. "I don't just want them. I need them." Her breath hitched with the burning hunger. "Do you want to hear me beg because I will?"

  "I'm gonna make you beg, but it won't be for this."

  A dangerous flash of depravity flared in his eyes. Callie longed for him to lose control. "Fuck me," she purred. "Hard."

  With frantic motions, he yanked her jeans and panties down her legs and then popped the snap on his well-worn Wranglers. The jangle of his belt buckle rang with warning. "Get up on your knees," he commanded.

  Callie took her time, taunting his resolve, pushing Ford close to the edge of his control. She wanted to relish in every ounce of his hot-leaded determination. She stared up at him through her lashes and attempted to appear salaciously seductive. His wounded breath said she'd gotten her wish. He shoved his boxers down and freed his engorged cock. Her eyes traced down from his broad shoulders to his dangerously muscular torso. They followed the trail of dark blond hair that led to her prize. He was so thick, so full, so potent. A technicolor display of raw need that rose proudly out of the thatch of hair at his base. A pearlescent drop of need sat temptingly at his slit. She licked her lips.

  "Do you see what you do to me?" he snarled.

  She gave him a gentle nod.

  "Make me so fucking hard for you I lose my goddamn mind."

  "Then let me make it better this time."

  "You hungry, naughty girl?"

  "Yes." She reached for him, but he grabbed her wrist and held her arm away. She pouted for him, poking her bottom lip out for the full effect.

  "You put those fingers between your pussy lips, get 'em nice and slick for me, and then show me the cream you make so good. You run that all over my cock, and then I'll let you taste us together."

  That wasn't at all what Callie was expecting him to say. The shock only amplified the need pulsing between them. Her nipples were drawn to stiff peaks of painful hunger. She traced her fingertips around them trying to soothe the ache. That drew a guttural growl from Ford. She continued on her trek until she ran her fingers back and forth between the swollen lips of her pussy.

  "Damn, that's pretty, baby girl." His gaze burned so intense Callie felt the warmth lick at her naked body. She withdrew her hand from her pussy and traced the thick veins of his cock. Then she spun her fingers around his crown mixing the physical proof of their hunger. "Clean it up," he snapped. "Let me hear how good we taste together."

  He laced his fingers through her hair and guided her to his cock. She lapped her tongue over him and moaned at the salt and earth flavors of her cowboy. "You taste so good." She took more drawing his head into her mouth. When she released him, he stared down at her. Intrigue and disbelief battled in his gaze. If he thought she was lying, she'd prove him wrong.

  Wrapping her hand around his shaft she took him deep. In a rush of hunger, she pressed him to the roof of her mouth.

  "Put your hands behind your back and take me deeper."

  Yes. Her body shook like he'd pressed her hands to a live wire. This was what she needed. This was what she'd always needed and had never known. She complied. Clasping her hands behind her back, she drew him deeper and deeper into her mouth.

  "Fuck, that's good." His head fell back in ecstasy. If she could've grinned at that moment, she would've. "So damn...good."

  Before he’d fallen in love with Callie, it had been more than a decade since he'd had a blowjob. And all of the ones that had come before her had been jokes compared to the fervency and intensity she always used. She wiggled her legs back and forth trying to give herself the friction she wanted. That slick honey she made gathered obviously at the lips of her snatch. Damn, she was perfection. She was everything.

  He tried not to choke her, but his hips thrust of their own accord. He had to move. It was just too damn good. Her lips were drenched in the mix of their precum and glowed red from her work.

  Suddenly, she freed her hands and dug her fingernails into his ass drawing him deeper. The slight pain only served to flood him with pleasure. "Where'd I tell you to keep those hands?" He gripped her hair hard enough to make his point and pulled her face away from his cock.

  She pouted deliciously. He dragged his jeans low enough for his purposes and laid her out before him on the quilts. "So damn beautiful." He ran his fingers from her swollen clit down to her taint. She shuddered, unable to contain the jagged craving. He understood only too well. He leaned over her and watched as she spread her legs so readily for him. A harsh groan snarled from his lungs. "You don't spread your legs like a sweet girl, do you, baby? No. You spread 'em for me like the naughty little girl you are." Gripping his cock, that was so fucking hard the ache seared through him with every pound of his heart, he ran it back and forth over her clit.

  "Yes. OhmygodFordyes," she whimpered out undecipherable carnality.

  He pressed himself lower, found that tender little opening hidden away in her hot, wet folds, and speared into her in one long ravenous thrust. That delicious gasp he drew from her tore away the last remnants of restraint. "And you don't mind the pain, do you, honey? Not if it gets you this." Raring upwards, he draped her legs over his forearms and held her hips with bruising force as he pounded inside of her. Deeper and deeper with each piston-pound of his hips.

  Her head shook back and forth, and her mouth hung open on an extended moan
. He pressed in and withdrew and then thrust in faster this time until her body gave way, and she sobbed out his name. "There it is. So damn tight. You fucking ruined me. You understand that? Can't even get myself off with my hand anymore. Not when I know I could have your naughty little snatch wrapped so tight around me like this." He lifted her hips further and pounded into her with punishing force until his cock raked over her clit with his every pass. She whipped and thrashed still trying to contain the need that would never be controlled. "You love that, don't you, naughty girl? You love that I'm a fucking slave to this pussy. That you own me."

  Deeper, harder with each driving thrust. He sought the redemption so deep within her, the only thing that would ever make him whole.

  Her body seized. She clawed at the quilts. Her mouth hung open as her pussy began its telltale spasms around him. He fucking growled like the beast she'd summoned, the one he'd always been. She'd sprung open the cage, and she was going to have to live with the consequences. "Don't you fucking make me come," he threatened. "I'm not near finished with you."

  His balls drew so tight they were painful. His vision clouded making her appear more angel than woman. His filthy little angel. Despite his warning, she shattered on his cock. The gasped groan that tore from her filled him with such force that he swore his body broke apart. Every fragment of him that had never really fit was carried away on the winds. He pulled out and with one stroke of his fist, he unloaded all over her swollen lower lips and that sweet little belly. He made certain she understood that the ownership worked both ways.

  Chapter Forty-One

  Callie was both breathless and boneless. She was utterly melted in every possible way as Ford cradled her gently under one of the quilts. The sun was fading in the distance. "That was amazing," she whispered as she traced her initials over his chest.

  "I still feel like I should apologize."

  That was the fourth time he'd said that. "You know," she leaned up on one elbow, "when you keep saying that, it makes me feel like I shouldn't want what we just did."

  "Oh fuck, sugar, I never meant that." He guided her back to his chest. "You have to understand that..." She could feel him working his jaw against her forehead.

  She knew what it was he wanted her to understand. "That Meritt didn't like that?"

  "It's more than that. This want I have for you. It's like you're a requirement for me. I love you so much. I'm terrified that I'm going to fuck something up and lose you. I'd bet my profits on four hundred head of cattle that you can't even stand up right now. That makes me want to beat my own chest and also makes me worry."

  Callie grinned. "You don't have to worry. I've waited my whole life for a love like this. I'm not going anywhere, and it's not just because I can't walk."

  His chuckle shook through her as well. "If we're talking about waiting our whole lives for this, I've been waiting a whole lot longer."

  "Would you like me to make that up to you, too?" she teased.

  "I'll put it on the list."

  "You do that."

  "Are you ready to head back to the house? I'll carry you to the front and put you in."

  "Do we have to go right now? It's so beautiful out here. I wish I had my camera."

  "If you'd brought your camera, I sure as hell would've taken pictures of your pussy with my cock spreading it wide open."

  Triumphant at that admission, she giggled. "That can be arranged, you know? We can have our own personal stash of photos."

  "I love that plan, but I don't want you thinking that I relegate your career down to what I can get out of it. You're an amazing photographer. You're just so damn perfect. I don't know how I managed to be the guy who gets to see you like that and then hold you like this, but I swear nothing makes me more proud than being yours."

  Cradling her cheek in his hand he guided her up to his mouth. For all of the force he'd used when he was fucking her, this kiss was decidedly gentle. It nourished her and filled her up in an entirely different way. In his arms, she felt whole. She felt accepted. He was proud of her. She wasn't certain anyone had ever expressed that to her before. Delight cascaded through her. The pure bliss of it all made her feel like she was dancing even when she was standing still.

  When he pulled back to give her breath, she grinned. "You know this is completely crazy, right?"

  "What exactly?"

  "That we found each other right when we did, right after your divorce. It's just all so perfect I don't think we could've orchestrated it."

  "Does that mean you got your sign?"

  She knew he wanted her to say yes, but she didn't want to lie to him. "I feel like something this big is going to have this huge unmistakable sign. Plus, Nana had some friends over after supper last night, and I overheard them talking about us. I think we're going to have to give people a little more time to be okay with us."

  Ford's brow creased with tension. "What were they saying that upset my girl enough to want to give people patience they don't deserve?"

  Callie wondered when he'd stopped caring what everyone else thought. "They were talking about you and Meritt just getting divorced. Of course everyone wants to think that you were cheating on her with me and that it wasn't just her cheating on you." She rolled her eyes. "Even though I wasn't even in the state when all of that was going on."

  "People are going to say whatever the hell they're going to say. I decided I don't give a fuck. God knows I've been a source for the Holder County hen-clacking for the last twenty years. Longer than that, really. You don't get to have the last name Holder in this county and not be a source, I don't think. Let 'em talk. Us being upset about it isn't going to shut them up."

  Callie knew he was right but she hated to be thought of like Meritt. "I know. I just hate that people doubt your intentions. You're this amazing man. I want people to know that. I don't like them talking bad about you."

  He hugged her tight enough that he stole the air from her lungs. She didn't mind the sacrifice. "Love you so fucking much," he grunted.

  "I love you, too. And I love that you grunt out your truth. Did you know you did that?"

  "Christ, you always keep me guessing, woman. What does that mean?"

  "That when you tell me things that you want me to remember, you grunt them. I like that."

  "I'll see if I can't grunt more for you, sugar."

  Giggling at that, she brushed a kiss on his stubbled jawline. "I know how to make you grunt."

  With that he gave her some kind of combo of a grunt and a growl that she found equally intoxicating.

  Chapter Forty-Two

  A week later, after swearing on her favorite mirrorless camera to both Ford and Meridian that she would absolutely never have Meridian in Ford's bedroom for her photographs, Ford had begrudgingly consented to letting his cousin and his girlfriend use his guest bedroom for the photoshoot. The natural light in there was perfect.

  Ford told Callie to text him when they were finished. He was going to hide out on the other side of the ranch just to avoid any possibility of ever seeing his cousin in any state of undress. Giggling at his utter disgust that morning, Callie continued to snap photos of the light in the bedroom in order to figure out where to best position the cameras for the shoot.

  This was the first photoshoot she'd done in three years that wouldn't involve an animal who was more appalled by the entire experience than Callie always was. A knock sounded on the door right at ten o'clock. Callie told herself to chill out. She didn't need to gush to Meridian about how much she appreciated the opportunity to do this again.

  Flinging open Ford's front door, she beamed. "Hey. Good. You're here. Are you excited? I'm excited," came out in rapid-fire succession. She clamped her mouth shut and grimaced. "Sorry. It's just been a long time since I've gotten to take pictures I really wanted to take, and I really appreciate this."

  Meridian gave her a hesitant nod. "Maybe switch to decaf."

  "Probably a good idea."

  "Okay, so...how do I do this exactl
y? Ford's not here, right?" She walked into the kitchen scanning the house as she went.

  "Nope. He said he was going down to Jace's house. Honestly, I don't really remember which one Jace is, but I know he's one of the cousins."

  Laughing at that, Meridian rolled her eyes. "Yeah, the Holders are nothing if not fertile. I swear there are times I forget half of them, and they're my cousins."

  Pleased that Meridian was already comfortable with her, Callie gestured to the guest bedroom. "Typically, when I do boudoir shots, I try to get an idea of what the model wants out of the pictures. If they're a gift for someone, I can tailor the photos for that purpose. If there's something specific you want to see, I'll make that happen."

  Meridian considered that for a moment. "Can I do like a combo of things? I liked what you said about connecting women to their beauty, so I'd like to see how you do that. And then maybe a few I could use to make a few men drool. I wouldn't mind a few revenge kind of photos either." She gave Callie a smirk that she was certain Meridian used in the courtroom when she knew she'd won the case.

  A revenge shoot wasn’t really Callie’s preference, but she’d make it work. "I can do all of that. Let's see what you packed to wear, and we can go from there." She gestured to the duffel bag in Meridian's hand.

  Remembering everything Apio had taught her, Callie worked Meridian through several kinds of photos. They brought out the feathers and pearls, the black leather, and then a few that had an edge of vindictive to them. Meridian seemed pleased with what she saw on the screen of Callie's camera when she flipped back through a few.

  When they were finishing up, Meridian smiled at Callie. "I know people are running their mouths about you and Ford, but honest to god I never thought I'd see the man smile again after Meritt dragged him down the aisle. Now, that's all he does. So, for what it's worth, thanks for making one of my favorite cousins happy again. And I'll adamantly deny it if you ever tell him I said that."