“Later.”
“No. Now.” It’d been a hell of a day. He’d just come from a battle and three hours of hard riding with nothing but worry for his companion, a wedding and now the planning of what would likely be a suicide mission. His emotions were running hot, needing an outlet, but he still needed some things said before he could start his wedding night. “Shadow killed Amboy.”
Ari paused for two breaths. “I’ll thank him later.”
“It’ll have to be a long while later. The soldiers arrested him.”
“I know, but you’ll get him back.”
Such faith in him. “That’s the plan.”
“They won’t kill him, will they?”
Not unless he did something particularly aggravating, and knowing Shadow that was a possibility. To Ari, though, he gave hope.
“Not likely. He’s a Ranger gone bad. There will have to be a public trial. To save the Texas Rangers’ reputation. It will be public. That will buy us time.”
“But you will get him back?”
“Absolutely.” When he did, Shadow would be an outlaw, but that was better than dead. And knowing Shadow, he’d enjoy the challenge of staying one step ahead of the law.
“Good.”
Tracker took her in his arms. She felt good against him, a sweetly scented angel from his dreams. Good and alive. “I never want a ride like last night again, Ari, not knowing if you were alive or dead. Whether you needed me.”
“You taught me well. I wasn’t afraid.”
He still found that hard to believe. “Just pissed.”
She nodded. “Very, very pissed.”
She was finding her strength but losing more of her innocence. He had mixed feelings about that. “I’m proud of you, sweets, but I’m sorry you had to go through that.”
“I’m not.” Her attention was no longer on the topic, if the placement of her hands was to be believed. “It’s good to know I’m not always helpless.”
Yes, it was. For him, too. “Yeah. I can understand that.”
Her fingers worked the buckle of his gun belt. He caught it, along with the knife tucked into it, and set them aside carefully before they could fall. Ari tugged up the tail of his shirt. He smiled when she grunted in frustration. She was too short to do it in one smooth motion the way he did.
“Looks like you need a bit of help there.”
She pinched his side. “Then help.”
She had no patience. With a grin, he tugged the shirt off. Her sweet hands were on his torso before he got it over his head. Her lips found his stomach, dropping a hot little kiss just below his belly button before working their way up his chest in a string of nips that danced over his skin like flame.
Her thigh slipped between his, pressing against his cock and balls in rhythmic pressure. Tilting his hips forward, he gave her better access, moaning as his balls pulled tight.
“What are you doing?”
“Seducing you.” She glanced up. “Is it working?”
Cupping her head, he held her mouth to his chest, growling in his throat when her nip spread like fire through his system. “All too well.”
“Too well?”
“I’m never at my best, coming off a battle.”
She stepped back and took his hand in hers. “You don’t want me?”
He shook his head. “I want you too much.”
Wrapping the daisy chain around his wrist, she tugged him closer. “Not possible.”
“I’m not feeling civilized, Ari.”
“You want to make love to me.”
“I want to fuck you. There’s a difference.”
“Are you telling me any woman would do?”
“Hell, no.”
“Then explain.” She wrapped the other end of the daisy chain around her wrist, binding them together.
“I want to take you hard and wild.”
She bit her lip. A shiver went through her. “All right.”
“You don’t know what you’re saying.”
“I was in a battle last night, too,” she reminded him.
“I’ll take you in ways you won’t be comfortable. Ways you’re not ready for.”
A blush mounted her cheeks. “Desi gave me some cream. She said you could say thank you later.”
Shit, there was only one thing a man used cream for. The thought of his thick cock slipping between Ari’s creamy ass cheeks, touching her there in a gentle kiss before pressing, parting that tight rosebud for the first time, hearing her cries as she accepted him totally, drove him crazy. “Did she tell you what it’s for?”
Ari shook her head. “But I can guess.”
“And you’re not afraid?”
“I’m yours, Tracker. I always have been, even before I knew you. I am not a stranger to the ways a man wants a woman. What I am a stranger to is how it feels for a man to take a woman in those ways, with love.”
“Ari.”
Her hands tugged at the drawstrings of his pants. If he didn’t want to break the daisy chain that bound them together, he had to keep close. The knot came undone. His pants fell to his ankles. His cock fell into her grasp. Damn, Ari’s touch felt good. Smooth, soft. Tracker looked down at her very white hands against his skin, the contrast highlighting the differences between them. She was a lady, from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. He was an outlaw, flirting with respectable. In the eyes of many, a filthy Indian who deserved castration just for looking at her. She’d never be able to go back East with him and show him off.
“You deserve better.”
“Desi warned me you’d start that again.”
“You should listen to your sister.”
“I am.” She squeezed his cock. “That’s why, when we finish the wedding, I’m going to lie down on that blanket over there and you’re going to make love to me however you want, everywhere you want.”
His cock jerked. Pre-come leaked from the tip. He could picture that. “Son of a bitch.”
Her thumb swept that betraying little bead away. “If you last that long.”
Oh, he’d last. “If I don’t, you’ll just have to get me hard again.”
He could see from her expression that she liked the thought of that.
“You mentioned something about a wedding?”
“It’s not the real one, of course. Father Bernard already performed that, but I figured since you got to marry me your way, I should get to marry you mine.”
“You do?”
“Absolutely. It’s only fair.”
“I’m all for fair.”
“Good.” She took a step back, indicating with a tap of her hand that he needed to bring his up. He didn’t need her to tell him to turn his hand over and hold hers. That came as naturally as breathing.
She met his gaze squarely. No matter how he searched, he couldn’t see any uncertainty in hers, but there was a question. He didn’t have to wait long to hear it. Placing her fingertips on his cheek, she warned, “Be very sure, Tracker. Because once I do this, there’s no going back. I’ll never let you leave me, and if you try, I’ll pack up all our kids and follow you across the plains until you give up out of sheer exhaustion.”
“Anyone ever tell you a man does the threatening?”
“Nope, but even if they had, I’d tell anyone that they didn’t understand you like I do. That they don’t understand that your need for me to have the best makes you miss the fact that you’re the best thing I could ever have.” Her hand opened over his heart. “I’d tell anyone that they don’t understand how beautiful I always feel with you. How wonderful and free I feel when I’m in your arms. How perfect your kiss feels against my lips. How you make me smile and laugh, how happy I am to see you. How you make me feel strong, important, valued. If they had, I’d tell anyone that when a smart woman is lucky enough to find the man who completes her, she holds him close to her body, to her heart. Her soul.” She took a step forward and slipped her hand over his cheek. Touching him with love. Son of a bitch, so much love.
Tears filled her eyes, roughened her voice. “And she thanks God every day for the opportunity to do so.”
His own voice wasn’t that smooth. “You love me like that?”
“How can you doubt it?”
Because when a man grew up knowing fairy tales were for others, it was hard to believe anything different. And to have his own personal happily-ever-after handed to him on a silver platter? How did a man tell a woman who gave him everything how much that meant? “Tracker?”
He slid his hand around the back of her neck, pulling her up into his kiss. Kissing her slowly. Gently. Before resting his forehead against hers. “I don’t have the fancy words you deserve.”
“Then show me. You’re very good at showing me.”
“You think?”
“I always feel the love in your touch.”
“Good.” He rubbed his thumb against her mouth. “Is the ceremony over?”
“Do you promise to love and cherish me forever, to always hold me close, and never send me away?”
Clever of her to address her worries in the vows. “Tying my hands?”
“Absolutely.”
He did like a clever woman. And this one he loved.
“I, Tracker Ochoa, promise to love you, Arianna, for all the rest of my days. I promise to cherish you with my heart, my soul and my body. I promise to always hold you close, and to never let you go. In this life and the next, sweets, and all the lifetimes to come, I’m yours.”
Tears filled her eyes and the tip of her nose turned red. Her breath caught. Even blotchy, she was beautiful to him. She threw her arms around his neck. “Oh, God, I love you.”
“I love you, too.” He lifted her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he held her close, breathing in the scent of crushed daisies and Ari, hugging her with the same intensity. She was his greatest treasure. His only love. The one he’d always hungered for. And she’d just given herself to him, without reservation. Son of a bitch.
The blanket was three steps away. He made it in two. Dropping to his knees, he laid her on the ground. The tip of his cock tucked into the well of her vagina. She was wet and ready. He was hard and throbbing. Her legs tightened around his hips. “Don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere.”
She gasped out, “Good.” He rotated his hips in small circles, teasing her with the possibilities. “I’d better warn you, though, I’m feeling pretty wild.”
It was his turn to say “Good.”
He needed to hear it again. The daisy chain broke as he slid his hand behind her neck and tilted her head back.
“Tell me again how you want me.”
“However you want, whenever you want.” She licked her lips, leaving them moist and parted. “I’m yours.”
Yes. His. He’d meant to tease, but ended up possessing. With a hard thrust he tunneled his cock through the tight folds of her pussy, watching her eyes widen in shock as she absorbed his possession. His. The thought ricocheted around his head, inspiring lust, joy, disbelief. He dropped his thumb to her clit, finding it swollen and wet. He rubbed it slowly, gently, coaxing her desire to rise to match his. He needed her to match him in everything. Love, lust, determination.
“Oh.”
Her eyelids lowered until he could just make out the glitter of her irises behind the fan of her lashes. The muscles of her channel fluttered about his cock in blatant invitation. “If you’re going to run, do it now.”
“Shut up and love me, Tracker.”
“How?”
“Hard. Oh, God, hard.”
“You won’t be afraid?”
She wiggled beneath him, forcing his cock deeper. “No.”
He pulled back, gritting his teeth as her pussy clung to every inch of his cock, letting him go just one inch at a time. “Good.”
He forged back. She was tight, so tight. Damn. He rubbed her clit harder, watching pleasure replace surprise, lust replace need. It wasn’t enough that she wanted him—he needed to see it.
“Do you want me, Ari?”
“Yes.”
“Show me.”
“How?”
“Pull your legs back.”
A blush colored her cheeks again, but she didn’t hesitate. Reaching down, she caught the back of her thighs and pulled her legs apart, tilting her pussy up, leaving herself open and vulnerable to his thrusts.
“Like this?”
“Exactly like that.”
He took a moment to appreciate the view. Her pussy was stretched wide around the width of his cock, the pretty pink inner lips drawn flat from the pressure. Bracing his weight on his hands, he pulled all the way out until her pussy hugged just the tip in a silken kiss, before tunneling back, pushing past that last bit of resistance until his groin was tucked up tight to hers, so close that not a whisper could slip between. So close there was no telling where he ended and she began.
Her head whipped side to side on the blanket as he pumped slowly and steadily, giving her all, taking all, and still it wasn’t enough. For him or for her.
“More!”
The huskily moaned demand slid along his nerves, finding the wildness inside him, bringing it forward. Yes, she needed more. He needed more. The jar of cream caught his eye.
A gentle slap on her thigh opened Ari’s eyes. He leaned in, kissing her mouth, gently, softly. “This isn’t enough.”
She blinked. Her lip slid between her teeth, letting him know she knew what he meant.
“Are you ready to be mine?”
She blew out a breath and just as quickly sucked it back in, her head turning until she could see the jar of cream. “Yes.”
Kneeling, he lowered her thighs, first the left and then the right, before bracing his hands on her bent knees and slipping free. Her moan of regret matched his.
She tried to close her legs.
“No.” He picked up the jar of cream and uncorked it before setting it beside them. “Stay just like that.”
“Why?”
“Because I want it.”
Leaning forward, he pushed her legs apart with his chest as he kissed her mouth, running his tongue along hers before lightly nipping her full lower lip, her throat, her chest, her stomach, her clit. The last drew a small scream that dissolved to a hoarse, sexy moan as he soothed the sting with the hot pass of his tongue. The next pass brought another moan. The next another small scream. He loved her with his mouth, breathing in her scent, savoring her taste as he scooped some cream onto his fingers.
Sucking her clit into his mouth, he stroked in quick succession, hearing the rise of her passion in a soft spill of his name from her lips, feeling her joy in the fingers twisted in his hair, tasting it in the honey that coated his tongue. When she was panting and bucking against him, he rubbed the cream into her anus. The muscle clenched against him. He rubbed a bit more, pressing gently as he circled the tight rosebud. Gradually the muscles relaxed and parted the tiniest bit.
“That’s it, sweets. Relax.”
He repeated the procedure again and again until his fingers and her ass were slick with grease. This time when he pressed, she opened, taking him easily to the first knuckle. “That’s it, baby,” he whispered against her clit. “Just like that, nice and easy.”
Ari gasped as Tracker’s finger parted her ass. Nice and easy. Oh, God, how was this going to be easy? His tongue flicked her clit. Her pussy spasmed. She was close, so close.
He pressed deeper. She tensed, old memories intruding.
“Too much?”
No, not enough. It would never be enough until there was only Tracker in her head. Only Tracker in her bed.
“More.”
His mouth left her clit to string a line of kisses down her thigh as he straightened. “Turn over.”
She knew what he wanted. She wanted it, too. She rolled over slowly, the way he liked to see her move, so he could look his fill, tucking her knees under her torso, lifting her ass. His “son of a bitch” was the sweetest compliment.
She wigg
led her butt. He chuckled. She smiled. Loving Tracker was always so sweet, so nice.
From the corner of her eye she saw him scoop more cream from the jar and slide it along the dark length of his cock. She licked her lips as he palmed the fat head. Anticipation rode side by side with apprehension. He was a big man.
“Tracker?”
“What?”
“Tell me again you love me.”
His big body came down over hers. His fingers tucked between her legs, finding her hungry clit, stroking it, kissing her shoulder when she shivered. His cock settled between her ass cheeks, sliding down until it notched against her anus. “I’ll love you, Ari, for all the rest of my days.” He pressed, opening her body and her heart with that gentle persuasion he’d always given her. She gasped as the pressure built.
She slid her hand over until it was on top of his, weaving her fingers between his, holding on as she struggled to accept the enormity of the moment. “Tracker…” Another kiss on her shoulder. Another stroke across her clit.
“I promise to cherish you with my heart, my soul and my body.”
Tears burned her eyes, even as pleasure seared her body. “I love you.”
He squeezed her hand, holding her as she took him this first time, stroking her clit, balancing the pain with pleasure, taking her past the difficulty to the pure joy of loving him. Of being loved by him. Taking her to the place where there was nothing but them in this moment. His cock slid deep, filling her with lust, with him. Filling her past the point of no return. So good. So good. And she was so close.
“Oh, God. More.”
He gave it to her with a slow, careful pump and a hard stroke to her clit and a promise as solid as he was. “In this life and the next, sweets, and all the lifetimes to come. I’m yours.”
She came, crying his name, her body spasming around his, clinging to his. Her climax triggered his own. His thrusts got longer, stronger. She pushed back, relaxing her muscles and taking him deeper wanting to give him everything he wanted. Needing to be for him what he was for her. Everything.
His cock jerked within her, filling her with a hot warmth, sending shards of lightning skipping up her spine. As sweet as his moan of her name was the knowledge that she’d pleased him.
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