“Did you hurt your back when you fell?” she asked him, pulling back to look up at him. “You landed pretty hard.”
“Yeah, I did,” he admitted. “I almost had a heart attack when Daisy reared up and I lost my hold on Robbie. Spence really saved him.”
“He did,” Gracie agreed. “He’s a good guy. All of you are.”
“Yeah, we’re awesome,” he told her, laughing.
“No, Deuce. Don’t brush it aside,” she warned him. “You saw how my father was and how Lainey and Becca’s father was. They were not good men, and they were rotten fathers. All of you are exactly like your dad. He was an amazing man. He showed every one of you what it was like to be a good man and a good father. I never once saw him disrespect your mother, and he loved every moment he was with her and with all of his sons. He was welcoming and loving to John and Tim, me and Melanie, and Lainey and Becca. Not one of us ever questioned our worth when we were with him. We all knew that we were accepted as part of his family.”
She stepped back so that she was held within his embrace loosely as she looked up at him. She saw the way he smiled at her, but she also saw the sadness that had come into his eyes.
“He was a good father,” he admitted softly. “And he loved my mother. I used to watch them together and hoped that someday I would find someone to have the same kind of relationship with.” He looked at her silently, searching her face as he took in her beauty. “I still remember the first day I saw you when you were three years old. You were so shy. I wanted to take care of you back then.”
He kissed her lips lightly, drawing her closer in his arms and holding her gently. Gracie leaned into his embrace and looked up at him, listening to his soft words as he remembered their childhood.
“When you were older you came out of nowhere to help me when I was trying to pull one of the calves out of the mud after that spring rainstorm. If you hadn’t calmed that animal, I would have lost her.”
“You know, I was afraid to show you that I could do that for animals,” she admitted softly. “I didn’t want you to think I was a freak.”
“Gracie Lee, you are not a freak,” he told her firmly. “Look what you did today with my mare. Your touch calmed her immediately, and you probably saved my life.” He tightened his hold on her, unable to prevent himself from pulling her even closer. “I love your touch, and I’m glad I found you. You’ve given me the life I’ve always wanted.”
Gracie was quiet as she looked away from him, blushing slightly. Returning her gaze to his, she reached up and touched his chest lightly. “I think you need to take off your clothes so I can check to make sure you’re okay.”
Deuce smiled slowly, reaching out to pull her shirt up and over her head to toss it on the floor beside them. “I think we need to take a shower together and get all this dust and dirt off our bodies. Want to take a shower with me, honey?”
“I think I would like to take a shower with you under one condition.”
Deuce’s right eyebrow rose is surprise. “What’s your condition?”
“I want you to let me wash you and take care of you.”
“Are you asking me to give you control?”
“Yes.”
There was a moment of hesitation as Deuce’s dominant side fought the idea of giving up control. Seeing the desire and need in his mate’s eyes settled something in him he never thought he would ever be able to let go of. For the first time in his life, he wanted to experience what it was like to have someone else be in control. No. He wanted to experience his Gracie being in control.
“I think that would be nice, Gracie,” he told her softly, grinning at the immediate smile of relief that encompassed his mate’s face.
She pulled him toward the bathroom, closing the door behind them. Turning to face him, she unzipped her jeans and pushed them down her body, taking her panties with them. Toeing off her sneakers, she pulled the clothes from her body, taking off her socks in the process. When she stood and unhooked her bra to drop it beside her, his mouth literally salivated with want for her.
“Take your clothes off, Deuce,” she whispered. “I want to watch.”
He smiled slowly, reaching up to unbutton his flannel shirt. He watched her as each item of clothing was removed from his body. The appreciation and desire with which she watched him made his heart beat faster. When he was finally standing before her completely naked, he waited patiently for her next instruction.
“Beautiful,” she whispered.
“Gracie.” His voice was deep with need, but he had promised to allow her control, and he wasn’t going to go back on his word.
“Get into the shower and turn on the water,” she told him softly. “Make sure it’s nice and warm.”
He turned and slid the glass door to the shower enclosure open, stepping inside and turning on the water. He felt her step in behind him and had to take a breath to center himself.
“Turn on the shower,” she told him.
He reached down and engaged the shower, adjusting the temperature slightly before reaching up to tip the two showerheads so that the spray encompassed them both. He reached for the side showerheads and adjusted them as well until they were both surrounded by the soothing warmth of the cascading water.
“Don’t turn around,” she told him softly.
He remained facing the shower wall, closing his eyes as he felt her hands in his hair, carding through its length. Her hands left him temporarily, and he felt the loss of her touch immediately, making him want to turn around and pull her into his arms. His cock was hard and leaking, pulsing with need. He wanted to be buried deep inside of her, pumping into her and hearing her moan with pleasure.
Her hands returned to his hair, and he felt her rub the shampoo into it, lathering it slowly. He had never had such a sensual experience. Her touch was just firm enough to cause a shudder to run through his body. When she gently pushed him beneath the water to rinse his hair, he allowed her the control, amazed at how right he felt giving himself over to her.
When his hair was completely rinsed, she pulled back on his shoulders lightly to have him stand before her, still facing the wall with his back to her. There was a moment’s hesitation before he felt the soft cloth running across his shoulders and neck, lathering him in soap. Her touch sent tiny waves of pleasure through him. Closing his eyes, he rested his forehead against the tiled wall and gave himself over to her ministrations.
She soaped his sore muscles, adding just the right amount of pressure to them as she massaged to loosen and soothe them. It amazed him how she knew just exactly what he needed at every moment. It was because they were true mates. He had no doubt in his mind. She had been made for him, and he had been made for her. He knew in his heart that the Great Spirit had blessed them with a future filled with love. And their children would be gifts that he would cherish.
Her hands did their magic on his body, soaping him clean then wiping him down to tenderly remove the lather. When she finished her sensual assault on his back, she continued down the long line of muscles to the top of his ass, slowly swirling the washcloth across the muscles of his cheeks and running the soft cloth up through the crack, circling his back hole slowly.
He gasped in surprise at the intimacy, smiling devilishly as he enjoyed her boldness. He remained silent as she lowered herself to her knees and continued rubbing the soaped cloth down his legs to his feet. She dropped the cloth to the floor of the shower then ran her hands up his legs to caress his thighs. When he felt her tugging him toward her, he gave her the lead, wondering what she was up to. When her hands spread the cheeks of his ass and her tongue licked firmly against his puckered opening, his hands slapped the wall in shock.
Her hands gripped his cheeks tightly, demanding that he remain exactly where he was. He wasn’t about to move away. He had promised her control, and he was going to keep his promise. No woman had ever taken the lead in lovemaking with him. And they had certainly never licked him there.
But with Gracie, ev
erything was different. Better. Beautiful. She gave him reason to want to give up his control because what she gave him in return was from her heart. He could feel her love for him in every touch, every smile, and every whispered word of intimacy. She made him want to be everything she needed.
“Gracie,” he moaned as he gave over to the feelings of intensity that she made rush through him. “So good, honey.”
Her tongue continued its sensual assault, and he could feel his legs starting to tremble. His hands fisted on the tile wall. He took deep breaths to control the urge to turn around and pull her up onto his waist so he could plunge into her repeatedly until she screamed out his name as she came.
He felt her pull away, grab at his hips, and urge him to turn around. He went willingly, gasping as her right hand immediately took hold of his bobbing cock and her mouth surrounded the leaking head.
His hands found their way into her soaked tresses. He grabbed her tightly and held her in place as his hips started to rock in and out of her sweet mouth. He was totally and completely out of control. Him. The man who prided himself on his complete control at every moment of his working day and during every moment of their lovemaking—had zero control at this moment. She had done that to him.
He tried to pull away, afraid that he was hurting her, but her fingernails bit into his hips to hold him in place. She wanted him to lose himself in her mouth. She wanted him to lose his mind with pleasure. He was almost there. He was almost insane with pleasure.
“Gracie, please stop,” he croaked, unable to take any more.
She pulled off his cock with a pop, kissing the tip lightly before she looked up at him and smiled. “Is there a problem?” she asked innocently.
His soft laughter filled the shower, and he was happy to hear her adorable giggle. “You are a minx, you know that, Mate?” he asked her softly.
She didn’t answer. Instead she leaned forward and licked the underside of his shaft, slowly tracing the large vein that ran from his balls to the tip. Kissing the mushroom head one last time, she stood slowly and winked at him.
“Am I still in charge, Mate?” she asked him hesitantly.
“Yes. You’re still in charge,” he told her softly. “I would be an idiot to stop you. You’re doing an outstanding job.”
The brilliant smile she flashed him made happiness surge through his chest. He was determined to be the one who made her smile like that for the rest of his life.
“Okay. Then I want you to do something for me,” she told him, leaning forward and kissing his chest lightly.
“Whatever you need, baby,” he told her immediately.
“Good.” She reached up and touched his face gently then stepped back and turned around. Looking over her shoulder, she winked at him, pushing the wet hair away from her face and leaning forward to place her hands on her thighs and spreading her feet. “I need your cock inside of me right now. I want it hard, and I want it fast. Do you think you can do that for me, Mate?”
Deuce growled as he reached down and grabbed his already pulsing shaft, lined it up with her sweet pussy, and plunged inside of her. Her immediate moan of pleasure made him know he hadn’t hurt her. He wrapped his left arm beneath her breasts to hold her body in place. Holding his right hand on the tiled wall in front of her, he began pounding into her over and over again. If he hadn’t been holding her in place, she would have been thrown into the wall from the force of his thrusts.
He stopped suddenly, realizing how rough he was being. Fear filled him as he thought he might be hurting his mate or their baby.
“Don’t you dare stop, Deuce McKade!” she screamed at him, reaching back to grab his hip and pull him deeper.
“I don’t want to hurt you, Gracie,” he groaned.
“Damn it! You’re not hurting me! Move!”
His hips moved of their own volition. He canted them, thrusting into her over and over again at just the right angle. Her gasps and moans of pleasure showed him she was enjoying it just as much as he was.
“Touch yourself, Gracie,” he demanded. “Make yourself come. I want you to come on my cock, baby.”
Gracie reached below her and ran her fingers around his girth, gathering up her cream as he pounded into her over and over again. Dragging the slickness of her cream up to her engorged clit, she rubbed it firmly and exploded at once, screaming out her pleasure just as she felt the man she loved hold himself still and climax within her.
He pulled her up to rest her against his chest, his cock still pulsing inside of her as his release filled her. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly in place. She was his.
When their breathing finally eased and their hearts slowed, he kissed her shoulder lightly. Leaning into her neck, he nibbled on her ear, smiling at the giggle that escaped her.
“You give me such joy, Gracie Lee,” he whispered, smiling into her cheek.
Pulling out of her very carefully, he turned her and kissed her lips lightly. Looking down at her, he felt the surge of love that filled him as he saw the sated and happy expression on her face.
She wrapped her arms around him and laughed as he lifted her and turned them so that she was directly beneath the warm, cascading water, sliding her down the length of his body slowly before setting her on her feet. Her moan of appreciation was instant, and she closed her eyes as she leaned into the pulsing warmth of the water.
“I’m in charge now, Gracie,” he told her softly as he poured some shampoo onto her hair.
“Okay,” she whispered, never opening her eyes.
He smiled as he washed and conditioned her hair then washed every inch of her body. She remained still, smiling as he took care of her. He paid particular attention to her breasts and pussy, desire and satisfaction filling him as she opened her legs without provocation so he could clean her.
“Are you sure I wasn’t too rough, honey?”
Gracie opened her eyes and smiled up at him with the sexiest smile he had ever seen. When she reached up and touched his chest to run her hand gently across it before dropping it to hold his hand, he couldn’t prevent the smile that crossed his face.
“Promise to be that rough with me often, cowboy, and I’ll be a happy camper.”
“Okay, baby. Whatever you want.”
“Yay.”
Deuce couldn’t contain the laugh that burst from him. He looked down at her, his blue eyes sparkling with happiness. Reaching out, he shut off the water and opened the glass door of the shower. Stepping out, he pulled Gracie with him, careful to guide her onto the bathmat so she wouldn’t slip. He wrapped her in the navy bath towel he pulled from below the sink and rubbed at her skin gently.
“So, Gracie,” he said casually. “Where did you get the idea to eat my ass?”
Gracie’s immediate blush made him smile. His sexy mate was more than adorable. One minute she was wanton and the next shy. So perfect.
“It was actually something Melanie taught all of us.”
Deuce was too stunned to ask. His mouth opened and closed a few times before he closed his eyes and took a deep breath then opened his eyes and looked at her intently.
“You’re going to have to explain that, honey.”
“Melanie showed all of us women a movie to help us learn how to please our men,” Gracie began.
Deuce nodded, remembering the night Luke had stunned all the men by telling them that Melanie had brought porn for the ladies to watch. He had told them that the men would be thankful because all of the women were meant to be their mates. Well, if he were to be honest with himself, he was pretty pleased with Gracie’s openness. She was a passionate woman who amazed him daily.
“Go on,” he encouraged her.
“Melanie told us that when she did that to Luke he went crazy and he got her pregnant with Mary Grace.”
Deuce took a step back, crossed his arms across his massive chest, and looked down at her. “Too much information about my brother, Gracie,” he told her, grinning despite the awkwardness of knowin
g intimate details about his little brother’s sex life. His smile slowly vanished as her words sunk in. “Did you want to drive me crazy and get you pregnant?”
“Actually, I just wanted to drive you crazy,” she admitted. “You give me so much, Deuce. I just wanted to give you something back. Did you like it?”
She looked away shyly, blushing despite her determination to be calm. When he reached out and placed the index finger of his right hand below her chin to tip her face up, she met his gaze hesitantly.
“Yes, baby,” he told her softly. “I liked it. But I don’t want you to do anything just because you think it will please me. You need to be honest with me in all things, Gracie. What did you think about doing that to me? The truth, honey.”
Gracie covered her face in embarrassment and mumbled into her hands. Deuce couldn’t make out what she said at all. Reaching up, he pulled her hands away from her face gently.
“What, Gracie?”
“I said I liked it,” she told him, her voice clipped. “And don’t you dare laugh at me.”
“Now why would I laugh at you?” he asked in shock. “Everything we do together is amazing, Gracie. I love that you enjoy making love with me. I couldn’t ask for a more perfect and sensuous woman as my mate.”
Gracie looked at him warily, quickly melting under his soft gaze. She relaxed as she saw the truth of his words and knew that she could do anything and share anything with this man and still feel important and special. He had never made her feel inadequate or dirty like others had.
“I have to admit, I had a moment there of thinking about making you crazy enough to get me pregnant,” she admitted softly. “But I don’t know if we’re ready for that yet. Do you think we can start thinking about that, Deuce?”
Deuce reached out and took her hand in his, bringing it up to his chest and covering his heart. She could feel the way his heart was pounding against his chest, and she worried that maybe she might have pushed him too hard. Their relationship was very new. She shouldn’t have asked him about children just yet. She still had to figure out in her mind if she should chance subjecting her children to psychic abilities that might cause them pain in their lives.
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