by Tawny Taylor
We’d been through so much. We’d argued. We’d blamed. We’d avoided. We’d battled. But here we were again. Together. And, despite what happened tonight, everything felt right.
Above our heads a million stars shimmered, just as they had that first night so long ago. When I’d given Clay my innocence…and my heart.
My heart was his then.
It was his a year ago.
And it was still his now.
Hand-in-hand, we ambled across the grassy field toward the bandstand. When we reached the area where everyone was dancing, Clay stopped at the edge of the crowd, took a look around then pulled me into his arms. “I’m going to make sure every bastard in town knows you’re mine.”
A little quiver raced up my spine. The way he said that, so possessive, so alpha, made me feel special.
I belonged to Clay.
Belonged.
“But…Harper.”
“We’ll find her. I’ll send someone out to look for her. After this song. Trust me.”
Trust me.
Now was my chance, to show I could trust him.
I nodded. “Yes.”
Our bodies drew closer, pulled by an invisible force so powerful I couldn’t resist even if I wanted to. I clasped my arms around his neck, and the oxygen evaporated out of the air. Little bolts of electricity crackled around us.
I’d never felt such an overwhelming draw to a man. I doubted I’d ever feel this way for anyone else. It was as if the whole universe was trying to link us together forever. Bodies. Minds. And hearts.
The song changed, the band starting another mellow ballad.
“Clay, Harper. You promised.”
“Trust me.” Clay’s hands skimmed down my sides, coming to rest on my hips. We swayed together, our bodies moving as one. I closed my eyes and dragged in a deep breath. This was the most magical moment of my life. I didn’t want it to end, not ever.
One of Clay’s hands cupped my chin and lifted it.
His eyes met mine, and the world dropped out from under us. I swear, we were floating. High above the earth. Alone. Just the two of us.
“Morgan, I’ve been waiting a long time to say this…” He visibly swallowed. His head tipped.
What? What would he say? Heat washed through me at the flurry of emotions I read in his eyes. I held my breath. I felt as if I was hovering over a massive cliff. Was he about to send me crashing to my death? Or soaring to the stars?
“Morgan, I love you.”
It took a second, maybe longer, for his words to sink in. Before I could respond, he slammed his mouth over mine, silencing me. I practically collapsed from all the emotion blasting through me.
Love.
Such a powerful word.
Such a wonderful word.
It meant so many things. It meant forgiveness. And trust. And affection. And protection. And a million other wonderful things.
I used my body, my mouth, my hands to tell him how I felt. My mouth opened to his, showing my trust. My hands caressed, showing my affection. My body molded to his, showing my need.
His tongue swept into my mouth, filling it with decadent sweetness. His hands cupped my face, holding it tenderly. His hard body shielded mine, protecting me from everyone around us.
When the kiss ended my face was flushed, my breathing ragged, and my eyes full of tears. Happy tears.
“Clay Walker, you jerk.” My heart skipped one, two, three beats. I placed my palm against the side of his ruddy, scruff-coated cheek. “I love you, too.”
His grin brighter than a freaking supernova, Clay clasped my upper body, lifting me off my feet, and spun me around and around. “You’ll drive me crazy for the rest of my days, but I don’t care! You’re mine, Morgan. Mine!” he yelled. Holding me tightly, he stopped spinning. I wobbled, my head still swooping. “Let’s get out of here. I’ll take care of your friend on the way.”
“Where are we going?”
“Home, of course.” He pinched my chin. “But I’m not leaving you alone. I’m going to make love to you all night long.”
Chapter 10
The instant we were inside his bedroom, Clay’s mouth was devouring mine as if he’d been starved for a lifetime. He made a low growling sound, like a beast savoring a delicious meal.
I was the meal, I realized with a shudder of pure pleasure. I let my hands wander, skimming over his clothed body. It was utter perfection, sculpted by hours upon hours of hard work. Beautiful. Masculine. Sexy beyond words. And all mine for the night.
And…did I dare think… longer…?
He kissed the corner of my mouth. Then my jaw. Somehow he ended up at my ear, his tongue tracing the outer shell and making me shiver. Goose bumps puckered over my whole upper body and my nipples tightened to sensitive little points.
This time it was me making the little growly sounds.
“Mmmm,” he murmured, nipping his way back down my neck. His arms were wrapped around me, caging me against his hard, hot body, holding me gently, protectively.
I was in his arms and in his home, the most wonderful places in the world.
Stepping back, he took my hands in his and placed them on the front of his shirt. “Undress me.”
Oh yes. That, I would do. Happily.
I bent over, caught the bottom of his tank shirt and tried to focus on what I was doing as I slowly dragged it up his torso. But that wasn’t easy. Especially when his hands glided up my legs and over my hips, fingernails scraping my thighs. While he peeled off the shirt he’d loaned me and my torn top, I unwrapped his glorious upper body. I ran my hands up his chest, his smooth skin warm and soft under my palms. Two little nipples hardened, beckoning me. I couldn’t resist; I flicked my tongue over them, shuddering at the sharp intake of breath I elicited in the process.
Clay’s touch grew more urgent as he jerked down my shorts and panties. Happy to be rid of them, I kicked them off when they slithered to my ankles. A steady throb pulsed between my legs, and I ached to have him stroke it away. I was desperate. Almost to the point of begging.
My bra was next, removed with a quick snap of his fingers. Then, an arm looped around my waist, he walked me backward until my butt bumped into something. “I tried to forget you. To let you go. But I couldn’t. You’re mine.” He hoisted me up and plopped me down, bare-assed, on the top of a dresser and lifted one of my legs, draping it over his shoulder as he knelt. He pushed on my other knee, forcing it back and out.
“I want to make love to every inch of your body. Starting with this.”
Now I was open to his dark, hungry gaze. Totally open. Spread wide. And melting.
That was before his tongue found my clit. The instant it flicked over my hard little nub, I was burning up, a raging inferno. Huge bolts of sensual heat charged through my body, electrifying every nerve. I trembled and whimpered as he ate me. He slurped and sucked and lapped at my tender clit, and I reached down, grabbed fists full of silky hair and held on. Muscles tensed. Skin sizzled.
I was on fire.
About to come.
On the edge of bliss.
He was driving me crazy. Insane.
He jammed two fingers into my tight channel and my inner walls gripped them.
Oh God, that was it. I couldn’t hold out another second. My orgasm ripped through my whole body, a blast of energy exploding from my center. A full body quiver was still shaking me as he stood, shoved down his pants and slammed his huge cock home.
I cried out in ecstasy.
So full. Deliciously full. My pussy opened, adjusting to his thick girth then clamped tight. Perfect. He fit perfectly, his cock caressing all those spots inside that tingled and ached for him.
“I’m…trying…to go slow,” he grumbled through gritted teeth. “Fuck, Morgan. You feel so good.”
He felt good too.
I watched him as he thrust inside me, in, out, over and over, gorgeous abs tensing, arms flexing. His eyes were dark, his face a mask of male hunger. I was his. All his. Always his. Forever his. I ne
ver wanted another man to touch me, to kiss me, to fuck me. I only wanted Clay’s hands, his mouth, his dick.
“You’re all mine,” Clay said, as if reading my thoughts. Holding me in place with one hand, he grabbed my breast with the other, squeezing it possessively. “This is my tit. My pussy.” He drove deep, his cock nudging my cervix. I rocked my hips, meeting his thrusts, enjoying every stroke.
“Yes,” I said. “Yours.”
“Mine forever.” His fingers dug into my ass.
“Forever.” I spread my legs wider, inner thighs stretching. Every stroke was absolute ecstasy. Perfection.
The hand that had been tormenting my tit slid down my body, stopping at where our bodies joined. “Promise me,” he insisted as he pressed down on my clit with an index finger.
The pressure. Oh, God. Yes.
“I promise,” I said, trembling. I was going to come again. My body tightened all over. Stomach. Chest. Arms. Legs. My pussy.
The heat. It was almost unbearable.
He swelled inside me, the tiny increase in friction sending spirals of pleasure tearing through me. My pussy convulsed around his cock, massaging it, drawing the cum down the thick length. A moment later his cum filled my canal, warm and wet.
I was his.
Forever his.
At last we’d busted through the walls we’d both erected. We still had a long way to go, but we’d taken a huge leap forward. Together. I was happy. So happy. I hoped nothing would stop us, now that we had fought through those issues, addressed our fears and acknowledged the pain we’d caused each other. But, if I’d learned one thing, I’d learned that life tended to smack a girl in the face when she least expected it.
And so, I would be content. I would even let myself be happy. But I would be ready for the next blow life dealt me. And I would face that blow with Clay by my side from this point forward.
Heaven. I was in heaven.
Harper was on her way home.
I wasn’t.
I was still in Clay’s bed. Clay was on his back, one arm wrapped around my body, eyes closed. My head was resting on his shoulder, his heartbeat thumping slowly in my ear.
Heaven.
Finally we were together. Finally we’d fought through our problems and made peace with each other. Every minute of pain was worth the outcome.
I felt my lips curving into a smile. We’d make up for a little of that lost time already. But we still had plenty of lost days, weeks, and months to recoup. And Clay had promised he would make love to me all night long. All. Night. It wasn’t dawn yet.
The soft buzzing of his snore told me he was resting. But the erection already standing at full staff between his legs was telling me he’d be up and ready to go again real soon.
I was tempted to give him a little incentive to cut his snooze short.
His cock was as perfect as the rest of him. Thick and hard, a delicious little droplet of precum already shimmering on the tip.
Oh hell, could any girl resist?
Moving slowly, carefully, I sat up and leaned over his huge dick and moistened my lips with my tongue. Saliva filled my mouth at just the sight of him. I was going to swallow that rod and give him the rousing of a lifetime, oh yes I was!
I bent down and opened my mouth. The head slid inside. I sucked, pulling hard. I swirled my tongue around the flared ridge. I smiled around a mouthful when I heard a deep groan.
It was working.
A hand gathered my hair, lifting it away from my face. I raised my eyes, my gaze tangling with that of a very hungry, very horny man.
“Come here,” he commanded, tugging on my tresses.
Quite thrilled with the sharp domineering tone he used, I crawled up his body, my hands and knees on either side of his torso. Once I was in position, I sank onto his cock, shivering at the decadent sensation of being stuffed full. Clay clasped my face between his hands and pulled until our mouths met. His kiss was a slow seduction, paired perfectly with the sleepy speed of our lovemaking. I rocked my hips forward and back, riding him as we kissed. My hands traveled over his body, fingertips tracing deep grooves cut between thick slabs of muscle. Beneath my touch, those muscles tensed and relaxed, lifting his hips to bury himself deeper in my slick heat.
Then, with a grunt, he slid an arm around my back and rolled us over, pinning me beneath him.
He grinned and I smiled back, shuddering at the evil glimmer in his eyes. “This is where you belong. Beneath me when we’re in bed. Beside me when we’re not.” He quickened the pace of his thrusts, driving harder, deeper, faster. My body responded, warming, tightening. My pussy clenched his cock like a fist, and in turn his cock caressed every inch of my channel until I was trembling from head to toe.
Bending his elbows, he lowered his mouth to mine and plunged his tongue inside.
I exploded.
Shimmering energy burst through my body like a nuclear reaction, blazing up to my scalp and down to the soles of my feet. I cried out, my voice captured in our joined mouths. It felt better than anything in the world. And then it got even more intense when Clay’s cock swelled with cum, flooding my insides.
He drove every drop of cum into me before he stopped thrusting and dropped onto my heavy body. His head flopped forward, resting on the pillow above my shoulder. His hot gusts caressed my shoulder and neck.
“Ohmygod,” I murmured. I wrapped my arms and legs around his thick bulk, clinging to him, a wide smile spread across my face.
I could do that a million times and not get tired of it.
Still breathing hard, Clay popped his head up. “What’s that?”
“What?” Confused, I blinked.
“That sound? Music?”
“My phone? Crap. What time is it? It must be Harper.” I rolled my head to the side to check the clock.
Three o’clock in the morning?
“I’d better get it.” I wiggled.
Clay didn’t budge.
“Clay, I can’t get up if you don’t let me.”
“I know.” He bit my shoulder.
And so I smacked his. “Let me up.” This time he listened, although his expression told me he hadn’t wanted to. Scowling slightly, he sat up while I dashed to my purse, which I’d dropped on the floor.
I checked my phone’s screen.
Yep, Harper.
I poked the button and lifted the phone to my ear, sucking in a deep, calming breath.
This was going to be painful. I could tell she really liked Mike. And he liked her too. But I knew once she found out about his past she’d break it off. I hated to be the one who had to tell her.
“Morgan!”
I sat on the bed, my hand running back and forth over Clay’s scrumptious chest. I was so happy. Unbelievably happy. And I wanted Harper to be that happy too. But not with Mike. Not with a convict. I wanted her to find a good man. Someone strong and loyal. Someone who would give up everything for her. Like Clay. “Harper, I have some bad news. I don’t know how to tell you this—“
“Listen! The house. It’s on fire!”
Fire? “What?” I blurted, not because I didn’t hear her, but because my mind just wasn’t processing what she’d said. We were talking about Mike, not a fire.
Fire?
“The ranch house. It’s on fire. Mike and I just got here and it’s burning like a mother fucker.”
My heart literally stopped. “Oh God.” The house? It was on fire? “Fire department.”
Clay looped an arm around my waist and pulled me to him, his face a mask of pain and worry.
“On the way,” Harper said. “We called as soon as we realized what was going on. But it’s bad, Morgan. Really bad.”
Tears blurred my eyes.
My aunt’s house. Everything she’d owned. All the memories.
My family’s past. My future.
Turning to ash.
I couldn’t speak. My throat was clogged with a sob.
So much had happened. Good things. Wonderful things. Harper
coming to live with me. Making up with Clay.
But here came the sucker punch. And this one was a doozy.
Ironically, Clay wasn’t stealing my ranch after all. But that might not matter anymore. I might have lost Silver Sage Ranch anyway.
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Our gazes tangled.
The air squeezed out of my lungs. I couldn’t inhale.
His gaze flicked to my mouth, and my heart did a somersault in my chest.
Was he going to kiss me?
He couldn’t!
He Shouldn’t!
Oh God.
A breeze carried the smell of flowers and man to my nose. A lock of hair fluttered across my face. I reached up to capture it but he lifted a hand and smoothed it back, behind my ear. “You look like your mother,” he said, his voice very low.