by Leah Brooke
Once she finished dressing Joseph, she gathered him against her and leaned back against J.W. “You’d never let her out of the house.”
“Probably not.” Chuckling, J.W. wrapped his arms around both of them, rocking gently. “You and Joseph have changed my life, baby.” Laughing softly when Joseph reached up to grab his hair, he took his son’s hand in his and brought the tiny fist to his lips.
“And you’ve changed mine.” Turning her head, she lifted her face for his kiss, a moan escaping when he deepened it.
His kiss made her dizzy, the love and passion in it never failing to stir her.
Her husband. Her lover. Her life.
A sharp tug on her hair yanked her from the cloud of pleasure surrounding her.
Lifting his head, J.W. chuckled and untangled her hair from his son’s fist. “We don’t pull mama’s hair.” Smoothing her hair, he brushed his lips against hers. “I think he’s jealous.”
He picked Joseph up and held him against his chest. “It amazes me, sometimes, when I look at the two of you and realize that you’re both mine.”
Lana blinked back tears. “As you’re mine. Sometimes I just look at you and I’m so overcome with love for you that I can’t breathe.”
J.W. gave her a devilish grin, reaching out to wipe a tear from her cheek. “Good, because you’re stuck with me, baby.” He laughed at his son’s demand to get down. “Wanna walk again, do you?”
Beaming with pride, he set his son on his feet on the soft carpet, bending to let Joseph hold on to his fingers. Laughing when Joseph immediately headed toward her on wobbly legs, he glanced up to look at her. “Knows what he wants.”
His eyes took on an intensity that made her heart race. “And he goes right for it. He got that from his father.”
Lana caught her son as he leapt forward. “He got a lot from his father. He’s as demanding and stubborn as you are.”
Bending to her, he ran his hand over her back and Joseph’s. “I remember how demanding he was when you were breast feeding him. I’ve never seen anything as beautiful in my life.” Wrapping a hand around her hair, he lifted her face to his. “I can’t wait to see it again.” Picking up his son again, he rose to his full height. “Come on, Joseph. We’ll go look at the horses while your mama gets her shower.”
“’pollo!”
J.W. chuckled. “Yes. We’ll go see Apollo. Say bye-bye to Mama.”
Holding his son securely against his chest, he bent to nibble at Lana’s lips. “You and I can talk later.”
Lana ran her hand over his chest, finding him more exciting by the day. “I’m very much looking forward to our…discussion.”
* * * *
J.W. paused, watching his wife climb up a ladder to hang a strand of lights to join one of the several others she’d already hung. Folding one hand over the other on the saddle horn, he took a minute to admire the tight fit of her jeans on her well-padded ass.
She’d filled out even more since giving birth, and he couldn’t look at her without wanting her.
John pulled his horse to a stop next to him. “I’ve offered to help, and I’ve seen several of the ranch hands offer, but she wants to do it herself.” Chuckling, he gestured toward the men standing outside the bunkhouse watching her, looks of frustration on their faces. “They all adore her and would love to help, but they’re too afraid of your wrath if they insist and piss her off.”
J.W. allowed a small smile, not taking his eyes from his wife. “She wants everything to be perfect for Joseph’s first birthday.”
John grinned. “It was real nice of her to invite all of us.”
“My wife is very thankful for the way the men have accepted her.”
John frowned. “What’s not to accept? She’s a good woman. She’s kind to everyone, and it’s obvious that she adores you and little Joseph.”
“That she does.” Watching Lana move to a higher rung and reach out to hang a strand of lights, J.W. stiffened. “She’s gonna hurt herself. Take my horse. Tell a couple of the men I’ll need them in an hour or two.”
He planned to take his time with his hardheaded wife.
Striding toward the patio, he thought of all the things he wanted to do to his beloved wife, his frustration at her ridiculous show of independence turning his need for her into something darker, something he knew they would both enjoy.
Pausing next to the ladder, he ran a hand over her ass. “What do you think you’re doing?”
* * * *
“Ahh!” Startled at the feel of a large hand on her ass, Lana yelped and lost her balance, falling off of the ladder and into the arms of her husband. “Damn it, J.W.! You scared me.”
A dark brow went up, his arrogant look so much a part of him that her heart beat faster. “I’m gonna scare you even more. What the hell are you doing on that ladder?”
“I thought I’d learn to fly.” Shaking her head, Lana poked his muscular chest. “What the hell does it look like I’m doing? I’m hanging lights for the party tonight.”
“Where’s the baby?”
Lana flattened a hand on J.W.’s chest, her pulse racing at the hunger in his eyes. “Joseph’s with our parents. They’re babysitting while I get things ready. Alice is running errands and will be gone for several hours.”
J.W.’s eyes narrowed, hardly visible beneath the brim of his hat. “The house is empty?”
“Yep.” She unbuttoned the first few buttons of his shirt, watching his eyes as she slid her hand inside. “I started hanging the lights as soon as I was alone. I knew the others would tattle on me and wondered how long it would take you to get here. You got here faster than I’d expected. I wanted to get done before you got here.” She looked up at the string of lights she’d been hanging. “I still have a lot more to go.”
“You can supervise while the men hang them. First, you and I are going to have a talk about this independent streak of yours.”
Running her hand over his chest, she hid a smile as he turned and went inside. “I told you that I’d get back to normal.”
She’d actually gotten better than she’d been, blooming under J.W.’s love. Becoming a mother had brought her more happiness than she could have imagined and fulfilled her in ways that she’d never dreamed.
Her confidence in herself had grown and, with it, her confidence in her relationship with her husband.
She knew his moods now.
Carrying her straight to the bedroom, J.W. kicked the heavy door closed behind him and tossed her onto the mattress before turning back to lock it.
Turning with his hands on his hips, he regarded her steadily, his eyes narrowing when she started to undress. “I appreciate your strength. I’m proud of it, but it doesn’t mean that you have to do everything yourself. You don’t have to prove anything to me—or to anyone else for that matter.”
“I need to prove it to me.”
J.W. sighed and reached out to touch her arm. “Taking care of Joseph and helping Alice with the house are enough. I never again want to see you in the condition you were in when I met you. I won’t let you do that to yourself.”
After tossing her shoes and socks aside, she rose from the bed to strip out of her shirt and jeans. “It didn’t seem to turn you off at all. Lose the clothes, cowboy.”
His gaze followed the trail of her fingers over the upper curve of her breasts. “You’re getting bossy.” His eyes lit with anticipation. “There can only be one boss on Stillwater.”
Once she got close enough, she reached out and finished unbuttoning his shirt and parted the ends. Pressing her lips to his chest, she smiled and reached for the fastening of his jeans. “Is that a fact?”
J.W. unhooked her bra and tossed it aside. “It is.” Cupping her breasts, he teased her nipples, sucking in a breath when she shoved his jeans and underwear to his knees and wrapped her hand around his cock. “What do you think you’re doing?”
Loving that she could make such a big, strong man tremble, she fisted her hand around his cock
and, keeping her eyes on his, sat on the edge of the bed and licked the head. “Maybe I’m showing you how sorry I am for not accepting help.”
His body tensed, his deep groan thrilling her. “Maybe?” J.W. lowered his hands to the sides of her panties, stuck his thumbs inside, and ripped them from her. “I think you’re trying to see just how much control you have over me.”
Cupping his balls, she licked his cock again, pressing her thighs together against the ache that settled there. “Why would I do something like that?” She took his cock into her mouth, sucking gently.
J.W. groaned, his hands holding her head. “Because you know that I’m putty in your hands.”
Holding his cock in her fist, she sat back, licking her lips. “This doesn’t feel like putty to me.”
With another groan, he lifted her to her feet, despite her objections. “Let me finish getting undressed and get a shower.”
“You’re going to need a shower afterward.”
“I smell like horse.” He set her on her feet and finished throwing off his clothes, his movements clumsier than usual. “Get over here.” He yanked her against him, catching her and turning to lower her to the bed. “Stay put while I take a shower.”
“Not a chance, cowboy.” She climbed up and rolled him to his back, fully aware that she could do so only because he allowed it. “I want to have my way with you.”
Dropping his head back, he groaned. “You’ve got one minute. Then I’m having my way with you.”
Careful to stay out of his reach, which could end things earlier than she wanted, she moved away from his searching hands. Sliding down his body, Lana knelt beside his knees and licked his cock again, her clit tingling and her pussy clenching with the need to be taken. “That’s not fair.”
She wanted to shake his iron control, something she managed to do only on rare occasions, which gave her an enormous amount of pleasure.
Closing her mouth over his cock, she took him as deeply as she could, reveling in his soft groans and the feel of his big hands closing on each side of her head.
Her own arousal distracted her, especially when he sat up and cupped her breasts.
“You’re getting too good at that.” His fingers moved over her nipples, sending her arousal soaring.
He did it deliberately, the challenge of seeing who could make the other mindless with pleasure a game that they both enjoyed.
Lana sucked in a breath when his fingers tightened on her nipples, the sharp combination of pleasure and pain sending jolts of hot, clawing need from her nipples to her slit.
Determined to drive him crazy with need, Lana sucked harder, using her fingertips to tease his balls. His cock jumped in her mouth, so hard and thick that she could barely fit the head in her mouth.
He rewarded her with another groan, but when he began to move abruptly, she knew she was running out of time. “I’m taking that tight ass.” His voice, a rough growl, sent a shiver of apprehension and need through her. “Then we’ll see who’s got the upper hand.”
Smiling to herself, Lana used her tongue on the sensitive underside of his cock, a moan escaping at the sound of the nightstand drawer opening and closing.
He hadn’t taken her ass often since her pregnancy, but when he did, he took her with the raw passion he’d promised when they first met.
Trembling with anticipation, Lana allowed him to lift her head, smiling and arching her back and looking into his eyes.
Running his hands over her breasts, J.W. bent to touch his lips to hers. “I can’t get enough of you. I want all of you.”
“Then take me.”
His eyes held a hint of panic. “I’m too aroused. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.”
“Your ass is so tight.”
“Give me what ya got, cowboy.”
J.W. chuckled. “There’s no way you’re taking my whole cock up your tight ass. You’ll get enough to wipe that smug grin off your face, though.”
Smiling at the groan in his voice, Lana kissed him, unsurprised that he took over their kiss almost immediately. Lifting her head, she ran a hand through his hair. “Then you’d better lube me good.”
Stretching out on the bed beside him, she hid a smile at the shocked silence. Turning to look at him over her shoulder, she found him staring at her ass. “Well, cowboy? You gonna give it to me or not?”
The change in J.W. thrilled her.
Narrowing his eyes again, he slapped her ass. “Oh, you’re gonna get it.” He lubed his fingers and leaning over her, pushed two into her ass. “And I’m gonna have it.”
Lana cried out at the sudden sensation of cold lube in her ass and firm fingers stretching her until the ring of muscle burned. “Oh God!”
His arm went under her, lifting her hips as he began to move his fingers, fucking her ass with them. “That’s it, baby. Spread those legs wider. You need more lube, don’t you?”
Lana cried out again when his fingers slid free, the sudden emptiness creating a tingling in her ass that made her desperate for attention there.
“Patience, baby. You’re gonna get more.” J.W. squirted more lube onto his fingers and knelt between her thighs, spreading her ass cheeks with one hand while slipping two firm fingers of the other deep into her ass. “Damn, you’re tight.”
He worked his fingers deeper with slow strokes, pausing twice more to add more lube and roll on a condom.
Writhing on the bed, Lana fisted her hands in the bedding. “Take me, damn it!”
“With pleasure.” J.W. lifted her ass higher, his hands firm on her hips as he pressed the head of his cock against the tight ring of muscle.
Lana’s toes curled at the burning sensation, the lube and her spread position making it impossible to close against his erotic invasion.
She loved the sense of vulnerability of being in such a compromising position, reveling in the sexual demands of her lover. “J.W.! God, it feels so invasive.”
“It is, baby. You don’t know what it does to me to take you this way.” Wrapping his arm around her waist, he leaned over her, holding her closely as he slid the head of his cock into her. “Yes.” His lips touched her temple, his breath warm against her hair. “Taking your pussy is incredible, but this is so much more intimate. It shows your trust in me.”
He withdrew an inch or two and then went deeper, filling her ass with steely heat. “I’ve never felt comfortable letting myself go the way I do with you. I love you so damned much.” He slid his hand lower, his fingers delving between her folds to her clit.
Ripples of pleasure raced through her, the overwhelming sensations driving her quickly toward the edge.
Her ass burned, clenching on J.W.’s cock of its own volition, making it stretch and burn even hotter.
“I want all of those naughty fantasies of yours. Oh God, J.W.! Deeper. A little more.” Desperate now, she spread her legs wider and lifted into his thrusts.
She wanted him to trust her with his desires and wanted to prove her trust in him.
She hadn’t counted on it being so explosive.
He moved faster and, with a groan, gave her what she wanted, going deeper and, with a growl of hunger, moved his fingers faster on her clit. “Come for me. Christ, you’re so fucking hot. So fucking tight.”
He slipped his hand to her breast, tugging at her nipple. “I want every fucking inch of you. I always want more.” His harsh breathing excited her, his deep voice becoming deeper by the second.
Lana pushed back against him with a cry, taking his cock another inch deeper, the pleasure that centered somewhere deep inside exploding, the shimmering ball of heat overwhelming.
Throwing her head back with a cry, she squeezed her eyes closed as the pleasure swelled and then crested, the sharp, tingling pinpricks of sensation washing over her in waves that stole her breath.
She came hard, her entire body tightening against J.W.’s.
With a harsh groan, he pressed his face against her neck, his cock stilling deep
inside her. “Jesus!” His fingers slowed on her clit, dragging out her orgasm until she thought she would die of it.
To her surprise and delight, he stretched out over her, bracing himself on his elbows while keeping his cock inside her.
“You okay, baby?”
Smiling at the huskiness in his voice, she turned her head, lifting it slightly to kiss his jaw. “I’m perfect.”
Brushing his lips over her hair, her temple, her ear, he threaded his fingers with hers. “You’re so perfect for me it scares me. I love you, baby.”
Lana smiled and tightened her hands on his. “I love you so damned much.”
With another groan, J.W. eased his cock from her and rose from the bed, lifting her against him. “Come on, baby. We’ve got a party to get ready for. We’re gonna have a house full of people soon, and as much as I’d love to spend the rest of the day in bed with you, I think our son would be a little upset if his mom and dad didn’t show up for his first birthday.”
“We can’t have that.”
J.W. carried her to the bathroom and into the large shower. “But tonight, after everyone’s gone and our son’s tucked in for the night, you and I are going to have a celebration of our own.”
Overcome with love for him, she smiled. “I can’t wait.”
The iron will of her cowboy husband had erased the dark shadows she’d lived with and had given her a strength she could never have imagined.
Touching her lips to his, she smiled. “With you, darling, every day is a celebration.”
J.W. smiled, his eyes narrowing. “And with you, baby, every day is another delightful challenge.”
THE END
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