Colt was a man.
A tiny drop of moisture trembled on his tip and she caught it with her tongue, but before she could take him more deeply into her mouth, he ground out her name, tangled his fingers in her hair as he yanked out her elastic band holding it into a messy bun and pulled her hair loose at the same time he hauled her back up to standing.
“You’re sure?” He held her head hard in his hands, his eyes fierce, and something primal in Talon rose up to meet that same drive in him.
It was like being hit by a wave of lava that ignited a burn deep in her body that lifted her and crashed her into him.
“You have to be sure,” he said fiercely.
She crashed her mouth against his in answer and kissed him, wanted more of his hunger and intensity like the last time he’d kissed her on this porch.
He cursed, kicked off his jeans and underwear easily since he’d been barefoot and then pulled her inside, kissing her back as fiercely as she was kissing him.
He kicked the door shut and it thudded and shook the cabin a bit.
“Boots.” He demanded against her mouth.
She tried to step on one of the toes and pull her foot out, but she wobbled. He pressed her down into the couch, following her, their mouths still fused and hungry. He pulled off each boot, tossing them in towards the kitchen. Then he ripped off her jeans.
“Damn,” he said when he saw she wasn’t wearing panties. “If I’d known that, you wouldn’t have gotten a word out.”
She cried out as he splayed her legs wide and looked at her. That turned her on almost as much as when he touched her. The way he stared at her. It made her feel so important to have his total focus. She could feel herself liquefy even more as he watched it happen.
She started to unbutton her shirt and his eyes flicked up to hers.
“Leave it,” he said, his voice hard, and she felt thrilled. “Hands behind your back.”
His eyes darkened and the look on his face when she complied made her want to do more to please him, but it was hard to sit still and watch his eyes burn over her body when she wanted to touch him.
He slid his finger along her seam and it glistened. He traced her lip so gently with his finger and then licked the same path.
“Mmmmmmmm.” He hummed against her lips, which felt like darts of electricity shooting through her body. “I can’t decide.” He kissed his way slowly down her body, sucking then nipping with his teeth and then brushing his lips against her skin so softly she trembled and felt strangely near to tears because it felt so intimate. “If you taste more like peaches or strawberries.”
His mouth skirted her mound and she trembled beneath him. “Colt, please,” she whispered, quite desperately.
Her hands jerked free because she craved to touch him. He straightened up.
“Hands.”
She swallowed, excited by his command.
“I can’t,” she said. “I have to touch you.”
He just looked at her and her core wept in anticipation.
She tucked her hands behind her body again. He leaned over her, his face etched in sensuous passion. Eyes glittering and almost dark. One by one, he unbuttoned her shirt and parted it just enough so that the curve of her breasts was revealed, but not her nipples.
His rough hands caressed her through the fabric. She cried out when he sucked one of her small breasts into his hot mouth through the fabric. Her hips thrashed underneath him.
“Hands.”
She hadn’t even realized she’d pulled them free again. She quickly tucked them under her body again, pressing them against her bare butt, hoping that would keep them in place.
“You are so sensitive.” He breathed against her other breast, flicking the fabric aside and launching a gentle, sensual assault that had goose bumps climbing all over her body and had her kicking her legs out further and wrapping them around his waist to pull his cock against her body.
“I want you. Now. Now.” She insisted.
“You need to wait. I’m just getting started.” He breathed against her mouth, kissing her again, but he didn’t pull away and she ground and rocked against him, trying to pull him inside her body.
Unable to be passive, her hands grabbed, cupping his bare ass and dug in, one massaged his balls.
“Hands.” His voice was harsh in her ear and she cried out as he pinned them behind her back, this time holding them.
“Colt, you can’t expect me not to touch you.” She moaned. “I want to more than anything.”
“It will be worth it,” he said. “I promise. Wider.”
He slid down her body and spread her legs wider and inhaled her scent.
“I love how you get so wet for me,” he whispered seductively against her, his tongue taking long licks that sent her crashing nearly to the edge in just a few strokes. He powered back a little, then let go of her hand so both of his could grip her hips and go down on her in earnest. Talon lasted less than a minute jumping over the edge and screaming, but instead of stopping, he changed his rhythm, and she started the build again.
“You have to come inside me,” she begged. “You have to.” Pushing up off the couch so she could leverage herself on top of him, they both rolled to the floor.
Colt laughed a little. “You really need me make me work for it a little harder, baby.”
“Pace yourself. You’re just getting started.” She tongued the top of his straining erection and then pursed her lips and slid him inside of her mouth inch by inch.
*
He’d been dreaming about her mouth almost nonstop for three days, which had created a painful, almost perpetual hard-on, but the reality of watching her lips slide up and down him, creating a friction that was almost unbearable was so over the top better than he’d imagined it was like an entirely different act.
She let him tunnel his hands in her hair and guide her, and he wanted to be gentle, kept reminding himself to go slow, that she deserved his best, but the pressure of her lips and the patterns her tongue drew as she worked him had him almost helpless in her hands, a slave to his desire as well as hers.
“Fuck.” He pulled out so desperate to be inside her he couldn’t be smooth about it. “Jeans. Condom.” He bit out as she crawled back up his body, her eyes glazed with desire and her mouth so pouty he thought he could come just looking at her. She palmed him and then slid sensuously up and down, letting the underside of his cock rub against her seam and clit.
He swore again. Gripped her hips hard and rolled them over, his hand catching her head so it didn’t hit the wood floor as he managed to grab one leg of his jeans and pull them towards them. With a shaking hand, he worked a condom out of his pocket cursing his clumsiness because he felt like, if he didn’t thrust deep inside her now, he was going to go insane. He tore open the wrapper with his teeth and as he sheathed himself he went to thrust up inside her but paused as Talon partially sat up, her arms slid his shirt the rest of the way off his body and she kissed his shoulder sweetly.
“I love the way you taste,” she said, and her smile undid him. Reached inside him and seemed to stoke something to life. “And the way you feel. All of you.”
She then laid her fingertips against his cheekbones and looked at him as if she could see through him.
He knew he should say something, but he just stared at her, so touched by the gesture, the intimacy, he didn’t know if he should proceed.
“Take my shirt off.” She told him.
He did. Tossed it somewhere. She sighed as her chest brushed against his and then she lifted herself on to his lap and slowly impaled herself. Usually, he liked to watch himself slide in and out of a woman, but with Talon, they held eye contact and, as he lost himself in her ocean of blue, it was like floating away. The most erotic and tender moment of his life.
Not that he’d had a lot of tender, but even that didn’t bother him as Talon moved slowly at first, twisting a little and then clenching her inner muscles, and he ground his fists against the floor worri
ed that he’d wrest control from her and be too rough.
“Let go,” she said. “Like you want to.”
“I want you to be happy.” He could barely squeeze the words out as she quickened her pace.
“I’m blissed out.”
He caught the breathy sigh of her words with his mouth and deepened the kiss, matching his tongue to his cock and Talon dug her fingers into his back and he welcomed the pinch of pain.
“Yes.” She hissed as he rolled her over and deepened his thrusts until she was crying out under him, pushing back against the couch and arching up so he could deepen his penetration and just as she lost total control and he tipped her over, he came in what felt like a blast and he could swear he lost consciousness for a second it was so intense. He lay on top of her naked, sweaty, and spent and all he could think of was that he wanted more, but he needed to move. He was too heavy and she was on a wood floor, but when he tried to roll over she wrapped her arms around him tightly. “Stay,” she whispered. “Just for a bit. I want to feel you inside me.”
And he did. Their breathing slowed and she traced a pattern on his back that soothed him, made him feel connected in a way he hadn’t been before. Usually after sex, he started thinking of how best to leave. Sooner was always better. He’d never liked after. But then, he didn’t like strangers, and he’d made sure that he and the women were strangers. That they wanted the same thing. Intense physical sex. But he was starting to know Talon. So it was different. Her hair spread around his face, down her back, and he couldn’t stop touching it, playing with it. It was soft, fragrant, beautiful, and sexy and when he looked at her curly halo of sunshine contrasted with her sinful mouth, it was all he could do to not think about sex.
“That big watch of yours has a timer right?”
“Yeah.” Whatever he’d been bracing himself for as far as post sex conversation, that hadn’t been it.
“Set it. I want to see how fast you can recover.”
“Talon?” He was a little shocked.
He’d expected her to feel guilty or to start talking about feelings after sex, which was only one of the reasons he’d tried to avoid this moment. During was awesome. Afterwards was almost unbearable.
She pushed him sideways so he slid out, and he immediately felt lost. She pulled off the condom.
“Ready, set, go,” she said, and before Colt could even think about what that meant, she had him in her mouth again, way more assertive than last time.
“Jesus, Talon,” he said, shocked and turned on to his bones.
She sucked him deep and he arched and hissed.
She looked up. “Yes?”
“Hell, yes.” He propped himself up so he could watch. “Anywhere, anytime and as much as you want, but don’t you want me to shower first?”
“No. I want you sweaty and ready.”
He could only stare. In three days, he’d seen her be sweet, fun, maternal, and professional, and he’d seen her looked shocked by her near orgasm the other day on his porch. He’d seen her hurt, but the gritty and highly sexual Talon was going to be impossible for him to resist.
“Timer.”
“You’re joking, right?”
“No.”
He laughed but set it and then fell back to the floor when Talon took over.
*
Colt lay on the bed that until this morning he hadn’t used. Talon was draped over him. His hand stroked down her back and he stared at the ceiling. If this were going to be the pattern of the next few weeks, he was going to have a hard time finishing the project that he and Parker had talked about.
His watch beeped. He started to get up. “Where are you going?” Talon asked, her voice husky.
“Time to feed Dude.”
She sat up and the sheet fell down to her waist. She sighed happily watching Colt pad across the loft and then down the stairs. She followed him.
“Are you really going to call him that?”
“That was Parker not me.”
Talon started to make coffee, humming a little. He warmed up the bottle and watched her measure the fresh grounds, add water, and then pull out some chiabatta bread from the fridge that he hadn’t even checked if there were food in there. He picked up Dude and tilted the bottle into his mouth.
Talon cut the bread, slathered on some butter and put it in the toaster oven. Then she leaned against the counter and watched him. He watched her back.
“I like how you’re comfortable with your body,” he said.
“I like how you look naked,” she said. “You can parade around me naked any time.”
“I will if you ask nicely.”
“Please.” She walked toward him and even though he’d had her three times in the last two hours, his cock jerked. “Please, Colt.”
“You’re going to turn me into a sex maniac.” He warned. “And I’m feeding a puppy, pervert.”
“Sex machine is better than a maniac, and everything you do is erotic to me.”
She walked toward him, intent in her eyes. She touched him, her hands appraising, exploring. He liked how she wasn’t shy. That she appreciated him. He worked out because he had to, not because he wanted to look a certain way. He had to be fit for his job, but also his sanity. He needed to clear his head. Exhaust himself so he could sleep.
“You’re so beautiful,” she said. “I wish I were an artist.”
“Men aren’t beautiful, but you are. I’ll show you how much after.”
Talon lifted herself up to sit naked on the kitchen counter.
“Dude’s not hungry,” he said quickly.
She laughed. “Finish feeding him, and I’ll feed you some toast and you can feed me you.”
“Deal,” he said, staring at her stupidly with the runt puppy making little contented sucking noises in his arms and Talon naked on his counter staring at his stirring erection while she drizzled honey on the toast.
“Hungry?” She quizzed, letting a drop of honey fall on her breast.
He made a strangled sound and put the puppy, which had fallen asleep while suckling, back in its bed and stalked over to her.
“Starved.”
She held up the bottle of honey looking at where she wanted to put it and said, “Me, too.”
Chapter Fourteen
Talon slung her tote over her shoulder and waved at Noah, who was talking on the phone. His office was small as most of his business was ranch calls. They had spent most the day at a horse training facility out towards Livingston with a dressage-trained horse that had been rehabilitating from an injury. She loved the work but more and more was wondering if she could really commit to entering the vet program.
The program at Washington State was strong and offered exactly what she was looking for, except it was in Pullman, Washington. Seven hours from Marietta. The first year of classes would be in Bozeman, but after that she’d have to move. The thought of uprooting herself again, meeting all new people again, having Parker change schools again only to come back three years later made her feel sick.
Lately, she’d been thinking about just trying to get a different degree so she could just assist Noah like she’d been doing, but he’d pushed back strongly, urging her to get off her butt and apply to the Washington State program because it focused on livestock vet practices and favored students looking to commit to rural areas of Montana. But Noah hadn’t grown up with her life, changing every six months, sometimes more.
She was so down in the dumps, feeling like she was going to disappoint him and herself, Talon barely noticed Tanner McTavish sitting on the hood of her car.
“Howdy, stranger.”
“Tanner!” Talon stared at her.
“C’mon, even my dad isn’t that unhappy to see me.” She smiled and tossed her bright red banner of a ponytail over her shoulder. “Dish, dish, dish about Colt. Is he as yummy as he looked? I saw him at Big Z’s yesterday all yack, yack with Paul. He’s got the tightest ass. Did you get to ride it?”
“Tanner!” Talon looked a
round guiltily but no one was near enough on the street to hear her.
“I thought we could go for a drink. It’s Saturday, so you’re not working tonight. You can tell me all about your experience or experiences. I heard he actually went to one of Parker’s games with you.”
“Ummmm, I really need to study,” Talon said.
She’d planned to have dinner with Parker and Colt. It was one of the few nights they could spend together. It was scary how quickly the last two weeks had passed and how easily Colt had fit into her life. She would drop Parker off at school and then meet him back at the house for a couple of hours together for amazing sex, which seemed to get more intense each time, before studying or meeting Noah for her internship work.
Colt had started picking Parker up from school after his baseball practice. They were working on the tree house, but weren’t allowing Talon to see it.
“Study, schmudy.” Tanner dismissed. “Have you had your Lady’s Choice date?”
And then some.
“Say yes, say yes.” Tanner chanted. “I need some juicy news. I’m trying to buy some new breeding stock so the Triple T Ranch can be a stock contractor for the top tier bull riding events, but my dad’s being a shortsighted, misogynistic tight wad. It’s not like men are expert bull breeders just because they have a penis,” Tanner said. “I’m the one with the masters in genetics, not him. So…” Tanner looked Talon up and down. “I’d have to say that Colt is a fine specimen and you look totally blissed out. So no to the drink?”
Talon felt guilty. Tanner had made it possible for her to meet Colt, but she didn’t want to talk about her time with him. That was their time. Special. And when he left, she didn’t want to see the pitying looks and know that people were talking about her behind her back. She couldn’t explain their relationship. It went way beyond sex. He had become a huge part of her world in such a short time, and she wasn’t letting herself think about when he left.
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