“Baby, you’re so beautiful,” he told her, his voice husky as he looked at her slick, pink folds.
Rubbing his thumbs through the cream that dripped from her channel, he pushed them both inside her and spread her carefully. Her responding moan at his touch made him smile. She was such a responsive mate. He was going to enjoy every moment of his life with her.
Lying before her, his face was at the perfect angle to look at what belonged to him. He nuzzled against her soft curls that were already damp with the dew of her desire. Taking a deep breath, he groaned at the scent of her need. Her need for him. Licking against her channel and dragging his tongue up to her sweet button, he repeated the motion over and over again until he could feel how she was trembling beneath him. The fact that she was nearly at the point of orgasm without him even breaching her made his cock jerk with desire. Each moment with Gracie made him more thankful and more in love than before. To find a woman who was kind and gentle with the heart of a caring woman and the desire of a temptress was an unbelievable gift.
Taking his first two fingers and sliding them into her dripping channel, he moaned with appreciation as her tight sheath gripped him. He couldn’t wait to experience that same feeling around his cock as he pumped into her and loved her to completion.
He dragged his fingers out of her, watching the honey dripping from her body with each pull. Curling his fingers slightly, he dragged them against the soft bundle of nerves inside her as he pumped in and out slowly.
“Deuce, stop!” she called to him suddenly. “I can’t. I can’t.”
He pulled his fingers from her body and lay over her, covering her body with his and placing his hand gently over her mound to push against her lightly. He could feel the small pulses against his palm and smiled at the way she was trying so hard not to come.
“Are you close, baby?” he asked her, looking down at her as she looked up at him with desperation.
She nodded and panted as she fought to control her body. “I’m sorry, Deuce,” she moaned. “I don’t know how to stop myself.”
He smiled and leaned forward to kiss her lightly, taking his hand from her mound and painting her lips with her cream. “Taste,” he told her firmly, smiling when her tongue immediately came out to lick at her lips. He caressed her face and pushed her hair back from her sweaty forehead, kissing it lightly before leaning back to look down at her. “Your taste is addictive,” he told her quietly. “I’m going to have to taste you every day.”
She smiled up at him, his comment making her happy. “Only if you’ll let me taste you, too,” she told him, winking.
Deuce chuckled and kissed her quickly. “Oh, Gracie, you are a complete joy.” He caressed her hair softly, looking into the beautiful blue of her eyes. “Do you realize that you controlled your orgasm just fine?” he asked her as his touch soothed her further and calmed her racing heart.
Her smile was immediate. “James, you’re sweet, but it was because of you that I was able to calm down. I didn’t have any control at all.”
“I’ll help you every time, honey,” he promised. “You did have control though. You knew to stop me so you could calm yourself. Eventually, you’ll be able to do it for yourself.”
“I’ve been doing it for myself my entire life,” she told him seriously. “Now I want you to do it for me.”
The picture of Gracie pleasing herself flashed through Deuce’s mind, making his cock jerk with need. “Will you show me how you do that, honey?”
Gracie blushed lightly but nodded. “I will if you will,” she answered.
“Deal,” he told her gruffly before covering her lips and kissing her with all the emotions that were rushing through him. “I need you to touch me, honey.”
Her hands immediately came down and embraced him. He couldn’t prevent the moan of happiness that escaped him as she caressed his back and held him tightly against her.
“James, please,” she whispered against his lips.
“What, baby?”
“Please. I need you to be inside of me. As deep as you can. I feel empty.”
He looked down at her and smiled. He could see her need. He could feel her desire. He hoped he could win her love. She was his, and he was going to claim her right now. It may take time for her to acknowledge the mating, but he was a patient man. He would wait for her to accept it, but he already knew it to be true.
Taking hold of his throbbing cock, he dragged it along her folds, brushing against her swollen clit and pulling a gasp of desire from his mate. When he was thoroughly soaked with her cream, he placed the head of his cock at the opening of her channel and pushed in, gliding into wet heat and moaning her name as he sank home.
“So good, Gracie,” he whispered as he pulled out slightly and rocked his hips toward her to inch his considerable length back inside of her.
Her legs wrapped around his thighs and pulled him tightly toward her. She moaned as his shaft stretched her. She worried for a moment that he was too big to fit inside of her, but she was determined that he fill her body. She needed him. Biting down on her lower lip, she arched her hips up toward him, feeling a small bite of pain as he breached her more deeply. She held onto him as he paused and he kissed her forehead tenderly, groaning as he finally pushed all the way into her until his pelvis settled against hers.
There was something so erotic about having his balls nestled against her body. It was almost enough to send him over the precipice into orgasm.
“You feel amazing surrounding my cock, honey,” he whispered, taking deep, even breaths as he fought not to move. He was determined to give her body all the time it needed to adjust to him. “If I’m too big for you, or I’m hurting you, you need to tell me, baby,” he told her, his voice tight as he controlled his desire and remained still inside of her. Her wet heat felt amazing.
He ran his hand down her side, caressing her gently as he worked to calm her body. When he felt her muscles ease around him, he sighed as the pressure on his cock eased.
“That’s it, honey. Relax for me.”
He pushed in just slightly, feeling himself bump against the mouth of her womb. He closed his eyes as the thought of filling her with his seed and creating their child ran through him. All in good time. They had a lot to settle before that discussion happened.
“This is wonderful!”
Her voice brought him back to her. He saw the complete happiness on her face and smiled at the sexy smile she was giving him.
“Think so?” he teased.
“Absolutely,” she answered quickly, reaching up to touch his cheek gently. “I love having you inside of me.”
“Gracie, you haven’t felt anything yet,” he told her, winking, pulling out until only the head of his cock remained inside of her before plunging back in and holding tight against her.
“More,” she groaned, pulling at his hips.
There were no more words. He couldn’t think beyond making love to his mate. Pulling out once again, he plunged back inside of her sweet warmth, setting a rhythm of thrust and retreat that they both fell into and reveled in. He could feel his balls pulling up tight against his body, and he knew he wasn’t going to be able to hold off for much longer. This incredible woman tested his strength and control, and he looked forward to a lifetime of giving himself to her.
He reached down and gathered some of the cream that was escaping her body and ran his thumb over her engorged clit, rubbing quickly and pressing hard against it. He felt her tense beneath him, and he pumped into her with more force, needing her to find completion as he found his own and filled her with his seed.
“Come for me now, Gracie,” he demanded, clenching his teeth and holding on with all his might until she obeyed his command.
Gracie arched her back, moaning as the earth-shattering orgasm washed through her body. She gripped his forearms, needing his strength to hold her together as she lost control.
Deuce pumped into her one last time, pushing against her body and grinding against he
r mound as his cock exploded and filled her with his life’s essence, groaning as pleasure ripped through him. He held himself carefully against her, resting on his forearms as he drew her shaking body against his. Laying his forehead against hers, he fought for his breath, his heart pounding against the softness of her breasts. He kissed her cheek lightly, searching out her lips and covering them gently. He could feel her struggling for her breath, but he couldn’t stop the need he had to take her mouth one more time.
He held her tenderly, touching her face, running his fingertips over her closed eyes, and tracing the soft smile on her lips. He searched her face for any sign of distress but found none. Her body was warm and relaxed beneath his. Small tremors were still rippling through her velvet channel and stroking his sensitive cock.
“You look content,” he told her, laughing gently as her smile widened.
“I might be a little content,” she told him softly, opening her eyes and smiling up at him.
Her blue eyes were bright with happiness. Deuce let out a breath of relief. He had been worried that he might have been too rough and had hurt her. But she looked content, happy, and sexy. She was a strong woman. And she was his.
“Then you won’t be averse to doing this again?” he asked, his blue eyes sparkling with humor.
Gracie laughed softly. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of your touch,” she whispered, suddenly very serious. “You make me hopeful.”
“About what, baby?”
“That I can actually touch you and give you pleasure. I don’t ever want to cause you any pain.”
Deuce gathered her tightly in his arms and rolled them both so that he was lying on his back and she was resting on top of him, their bodies still intimately connected. He reached down for her hips and pulled her tightly against his groin, determined to stay inside of her as long as possible.
“Gracie, there is no doubt that we can touch each other without ever worrying. It’s always been that way, ever since we were kids.”
“I hope it stays that way,” she told him worriedly.
“Rule number one, Gracie,” he reminded her.
She looked at him in confusion before she remembered. “Rule number one is that I touch you, skin to skin. Often.”
“Good memory,” he complimented her. “I expect you to touch me whenever you’re near me. It could be just holding my hand or embracing me. It doesn’t matter. All that matters is that you get used to touching me and knowing that your touch settles us both.”
“Okay, I can do that,” she agreed. “It’s not like I don’t want to touch you,” she muttered.
He smiled, loving her spirit. “Rule number two,” he began, waiting for her to focus on him before continuing. “You will tell me if you need.”
“Need what?”
“Anything. I want to know if you need to talk, need to understand, or need to be held. If I don’t know what you’re thinking or feeling, we can’t work it through.”
“Okay, that’s a good rule,” she admitted. “You’re going to be following these rules, too, right?” Her voice was definitely wary as she looked down at him.
He smiled and reached up to touch her cheek lightly. “Yes, baby, I’ll follow the rules, too.”
“Okay. I’m good with that,” she answered, laying her head down on his shoulder and absentmindedly running her fingers through the hair on his chest. “Are there more rules?” she asked softly, yawning tiredly before kissing his chest lightly.
“Rule number three,” he added. “This one is a very important rule, Gracie,” he told her, reaching to tip her chin up so that she met his gaze. “I need to know where you are and what you’re doing at all times.”
Gracie thought about that silently, trying to decide how to handle that rule. She would not be able to handle him suffocating her or ruling her decisions. That was no way to have a relationship.
Deuce could see her trying to make a decision and was confused. “What’s making you hesitate to accept that rule?”
“Deuce, you know I’ve been taking care of myself and Melanie for years. I think I can do that and make decisions for myself without having to clear them with you.”
“I don’t mean that, honey,” he told her, smiling as he understood her confusion. “I’ve seen you make very good decisions throughout your life. I’ve seen you protect and care for Melanie and make a life for yourself despite your parents’ abuse. You’re more than capable of carrying out what you need to do during your days without my consent or approval. I’m talking about safety. I need you to be safe at all times. You are never to put yourself in jeopardy. Knowing your plans for the day and you knowing mine helps us both so we won’t worry about the other. Even more important than that—I need to know that if you’re afraid or if you need help, you will come to me or call me immediately.”
Gracie smiled and snuggled against his chest. “I could live with that,” she told him finally, hugging him tightly and smiling when he returned her hug.
“We have an understanding then,” he told her. “I expect you to follow all the rules all the time, is that clear?” he asked her sternly.
Gracie leaned up on her arms to touch his face gently. “Sir, yes, sir,” she told him, laughing, giving him the same answer his brothers and friends gave him when he was in control.
“Brat,” he whispered, kissing her nose.
“Bully,” she countered, smiling.
“Never,” he answered softly.
Gracie smiled down at him, touching his face gently before carding her fingers into the softness of his black curls. “I know,” she told him finally, loving the way his eyes flashed with triumph.
She moaned when she felt his softening cock slip from her body. She couldn’t help but blush at her thoughts of having him inside her again soon. She was looking forward to it.
“Why are you blushing, baby?” he asked her, touching her cheek lightly.
“Never mind,” she told him quickly, trying to push herself out of his embrace, which only made his hold on her tighten all the more.
“Rule number four,” he told her sternly. “Never hide from me.”
“For goodness sake! Are you going to keep adding rules?” She looked at him exasperated.
“With you, I may have to,” he answered quickly.
“Bossy!” she muttered, yelping when he swatted her bottom lightly. “Hey!”
He pulled her against him and flipped them both, putting her beneath him and covering her with his massive frame. He looked down at her with an intensity that took her breath away.
“I want you to tell me what you’re feeling and what you’re thinking. We’re a team, Gracie. A team works together. We can’t help each other and be there for each other unless we know what the other is feeling and thinking. What were you thinking?”
His voice was soft, but there was such strength in it, she knew it was more than just idle conversation with him. He truly wanted to know and understand her thoughts and feelings.
She sighed and covered her face with her hands, but he pulled them away immediately and pinned them on either side of her head, lacing his fingers with hers and squeezing them lightly.
“Tell me, honey,” he whispered.
“I was just thinking that I liked having you inside of me and couldn’t wait to have you inside me again.” She looked up at him angrily. “Sometimes I shouldn’t have to tell you what I’m thinking, Deuce. It’s not fair. I have to be able to have some privacy.”
His immediate grin made her angrier. She pushed at him, surprised when he allowed her to push him away. She climbed out of the bed, standing before him in just her garter belt and stockings and realizing that she was at a distinct disadvantage as she stood mostly naked before him.
“Just because I want you, it doesn’t mean I’ll let you be arrogant and walk all over me, cowboy,” she told him angrily.
He stood slowly and walked toward her, standing silently for a moment, not touching her. His heart softened at her beaut
y and spirit as his cock began to harden with desire for her once again.
“I’m sorry, Gracie,” he apologized sincerely. “I can’t help but feel a little arrogant when you admit that you want me inside of you again. I liked being inside of you, and I’m glad you got some pleasure from it, too.”
Gracie snorted. “Some pleasure, my ass,” she muttered. His immediate grin made her curse herself. “Oh, be quiet.”
“I didn’t say a word,” he answered, raising his hands in defense. He lowered his hands and smiled softly at her. “I received some pleasure, too, honey.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
He walked toward her and loosely took her in his embrace. “I think it will be fine if you keep some of your erotic thoughts to yourself,” he conceded graciously. “But could you tell me some of them so I can help you make them come true?”
Gracie felt her anger leaving her as he held her gently in his arms and smiled down at her with a devilish glint in his gorgeous, blue eyes.
“You are entirely too good looking for your own damn good, Deuce McKade,” she told him, laughing. “I think I may be losing a lot of fights with you.”
His gaze softened as he looked down at her. “I don’t think we’ll be having many fights, honey,” he told her softly. “I’m going to be too busy loving on you.”
Gracie blushed but couldn’t stop the smile that came to her. “I would like that,” she whispered, leaning forward to kiss his chest lightly.
“Go on and shower,” he told her. “We should go down and help Claire with dinner in a little while.”
“Okay, I won’t take long.”
He reluctantly released his hold on her and watched her beautiful naked form walk over to get her overnight bag and walk into the bathroom that was connected to the master bedroom. His heart was filled with happiness as she closed the door quietly behind her. She was in his home, in his bedroom, and in his bed. Everything was hers now, too. Especially his heart.
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Gracie leaned against the bathroom door and let out a nervous sigh. She couldn’t believe everything that had happened to her within the last four hours. It was as if her entire life had changed. If she were to be honest with herself—it had.
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