Blossoming Flower (Wildflowers Book 1)

by Vivian Winslow

  “I’m thinking,” Flor says in quiet voice, “That since you’ve been so honest, I have to ask you another question.”

  “Of course,” the cowboy replies, looking up from her hand. “What do you want to know?”

  “What do you feel when I touch you?” Flor’s gaze becomes more intense. It’s radiating a heat that he can feel on his face. She still wants him, and damn if it doesn’t make him want her even more.

  “Like I’ve been stunned by a million bolts of electricity,” he says honestly.

  “Me too,” Flor lets out a low laugh. “How were you able to hide it?”

  “How were you?” He asks back. He didn’t think he was hiding it at all. Every time they touched, he felt she could see exactly what it did to him.

  “I would tell myself it was one-sided. I mean, you never flinched, so I thought at first I was imagining it, but it felt so real.”

  Collin places his other hand over hers. “What do you feel now?”

  Flor’s heart begins to race, and her breathing speeds up. Maybe she’s red. She doesn’t know, but there’s a heat filling her to her core. “I feel warm,” she replies.

  “Warm, like a million bolts of electricity warm?”

  Flor shakes her head, amused by Collin’s disappointed expression. “More like the heat from a supernova,” Flor says.

  If Collin had been feeling even an inkling of doubt, it’s completely gone. He wants to kiss her, but decides she will have to make the first move. Only then can he be sure.

  Of course Flor has her own plan. More like a fantasy that had begun to take shape the moment Collin found her. It would all depend on how honest he was with her, and he’d far surpassed her expectations. It was a relief to hear that he hadn’t been involved with Suzann for years, and it made her happy to be able to recall special moments with her grandfather. The man in front of her is exactly who she believed him to be, albeit more imperfect than she’d originally thought. That’s always the case though, isn’t it? Men will often show you who they are if you pay attention and aren’t blind to the flaws that shape their character. If she hadn’t put Collin on a pedestal, perhaps she would’ve understood some of his choices a bit better, just as he seemed to understand hers.

  Flor brings his hand up to her lips. She kisses the back of his hand before turning it over. Then she lays small, gentle kisses on his palm. A quick glance up at Collin and she sees him watching her in wonder. Yes, she wants to surprise him, seduce him rather than wait for him. Slowly, her tongue replaces her lips, tracing the edge of his palm and up along his thumb. She circles it with her tongue twice before sucking it into her mouth. Collin’s lips part, his tongue right at the entrance. She can’t wait to feel it on her, and she’s certain that this time he won’t leave her wanting more.

  Flor moves onto the next finger, giving it the same attention as the previous one, just to hint at what’s to come. It’s killing him. She can see it in his eyes, which haven’t left hers. Flor leans in slightly so her breasts brush against the cowboy’s chest, which is rising and falling in tempo. It’s becoming harder to contain her desire. She wants everything at the same time she’s beginning to lose focus.

  Collin is patient, though. At least he appears to be. He wants her to have what she wants, so he’s holding back, resisting the urge to weave his fingers through her hair and draw his breath with hers. He would’ve been happy with a kiss, a deep, passionate one like they had had after dinner. That kiss kept him awake that night. Now, she’s telling him with her mouth and tongue that there’s even more for him, and he’s ready to explode in anticipation. He reaches his free hand to cup her breast, moving his thumb over her pert nipple. No bra. Collin pushes his hips forward. He’s ready for more.

  Flor smiles playfully at Collin. She takes a step back, unbuttons her shirt, and hangs the wet fabric over the fence. Collin stares back at her appreciatively. He can’t wait to kiss and suck on those beautiful tits. He starts to undo his own shirt, but Flor shakes her head. “Leave that to me.”

  The young woman steps forward and runs her finger over Collin’s lips and down his neck. Each time she unfastens a button, she kisses his chest. Flor moves slowly, deliberately using her tongue and her lips along his hard, smooth chest to stoke his fire. By the time she reaches the last button, she notices his erection through his jeans. She looks up at him and winks before undoing his belt buckle.

  “I have to kiss you,” he says in a hoarse voice. He’s filled with just as much lust and desire as she is. He’s given her the power to turn him on and set the pace, but now he needs something from her.

  “In that case,” she says, straightening. She plants a light kiss on his lips teasingly.

  Before she can continue to undress him, he moves his hands over her ass and squeezes. “I would like a kiss, Flor. The one that makes time with you stand still.”

  Flor’s lips fall open. She wants to play, but the way he asked for that kiss makes her want it just as badly. She thinks about that night constantly, and wondered if it would ever be the same. First times often aren’t. Can anything that magnificent ever be recreated?

  Flor wraps her arms around Collin’s neck and presses her chest against his. She quickly learns the answer is ‘no’, but that it can be even better.

  His lips part over hers and it’s as if they’re transported into another time and space. His tongue expertly enters her mouth, playing and teasing hers until she bites down lightly, sucking it into her mouth. How badly she wants his cock. The last time she’d masturbated, he was in her mouth while he made her come with his fingers. That’s the fantasy she wanted, but this is even better.

  Collin pulls her head back by her hair, exposing more of her neck to him. He tracks wet kisses along her neck, pausing to bite and suck the soft middle. Whenever he noticed that part of her, he found himself wanting to do that. He’d come close to it that night in the library, but decided it wasn’t time. He didn’t want to take it far that night. Now, he wants it all.

  He makes his way back to her supple lips, biting down on the full softness of her bottom lip before running his tongue over its metallic sweetness. Tongues, teeth, lips. They continue to pull at each other, until every thought they’ve been having is completely obliterated.

  Flor’s nipples are hard against his chest. Collin lifts her and sits her up on the rail. He darts down to suck a nipple into his mouth while caressing the other with his hand. The size and weight of her tits feel incredible to him. He circles her nipple, leaving a wet trail as he moves over to the next breast.

  Flor hangs her head back and pushes her chest into Collin’s face, kneading her breasts along with him. Flor is all sensation. Collin sucks a nipple into his mouth and bites so hard her pussy quivers. She wants to hold out for as long as possible. The build up is just as good, if not better, but she wants some relief from the agonizing desire she feels.

  Collin’s hand sweeps over the outside of her jeans as she moans quietly. “Wrap your legs around me,” he whispers before tracing his tongue along the outside of her ear.

  Flor does as she’s told, and he lifts her off the fence as he reaches over and grabs the blanket Flor had used earlier. As soon as they reach some low-lying branches that can shield them well, she slides off of him and helps him lay out the blanket.

  Piece by piece, they remove the rest of their clothes. It’s slow and deliberate like their kisses, neither one taking their eyes off the other. It’s freeing to Flor to be with someone who makes her feel so accepted. Just as he peels off the final layer, Collin is on her, his erection pressing into her hip as he takes the kisses she’s offering.

  Flor moves her head to look at Collin. Even when he’s relaxed, he appears serious. She smiles.

  “What?” He asks.

  “You,” she replies. “You always have this serious look. Even in the throes of passion.”

  “Oh yeah? Well maybe I’m concentrating,” he replies huskily.

  “On what?”

  Collin draw
s up both of her knees and runs his tongue along her pussy. “Giving you pleasure.” He’d jacked off thinking about this after the night in the library. When he had felt her wet with need, he wanted to taste her, to devour her until she came. She’s just as wet now as she was then.

  Flor lies back, unable to watch Collin as he continues to lick her cunt. She hadn’t considered that he’d be so practiced, but he is and thank god for that, she thinks to herself. She loves the heat from Collin’s mouth, enveloping every bit of her sweet juices. And by the way he’s groaning into her pussy, he’s loving it as well.

  Flor’s eyes fly open when she feels him thrust two fingers inside of her. The double assault on her pussy is almost too much. Almost. He pulls back just at the right moment before thrusting inside her again, all the while moving his tongue over her clit. “You’re so wet, Flor, and so tight,” Collin groans.

  Flor raises her back off the blanket as she nears her orgasm. The slow build is coming even faster now. Collin is entirely focused on her cunt, overwhelming her with his tongue. “I want to taste you when you come,” he says into her pussy. The pull is even stronger than before. Collin replaces his fingers with his tongue and just then, Flor can feel herself on that edge of desire ready to spiral into pure pleasure.

  She’s still spiraling as she pushes Collin onto his back. He had beat her to it. Flor had wanted her mouth around his cock first.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he says, sitting up to cup her face. Collin draws her to his lips, still coated with her desire.

  This is the first time he’s ever told her that, and it feels right to hear it at that very moment. He is beautiful to her, every bit of his body and his soul. Flor wraps her legs around his waist, her wet pussy against his hard cock. She pulls away from him before she forgets what she’d wanted to do. Flor kneels in front of him and takes his cock into her mouth.

  She moves her tongue over its incredible length while stroking his base. When she reaches the tip, she licks his precum before pressing into the slit. Collin hisses and bucks his hips reflexively. Flor continues to stroke him up and down, matching each move with her mouth and tongue before moving onto his balls.

  He reaches down and strums her clit as she continues to move her mouth over him. Again, she can feel herself being pushed to that edge. She stops and relishes in the feeling. Without warning, Collin is on her, his lips and tongue parting hers as his fingers do the same to her other lips.

  “I wasn’t finished,” she moans into his mouth.

  “No, you weren’t, but I was,” he replies. “I want to bury myself inside you.” Collin circles the tip of his thumb on the inside of her pussy. Then he draws it up and places it in Flor’s mouth. She closes her swollen lips around it and sucks.

  Collin’s eyes cloud over with desire. Flor can’t possibly know much this moment means to him. Earlier today he’d thought this wouldn’t be possible, to touch her, to give her pleasure. He didn’t know how long he was going to be able to hold out when he saw her gorgeous lips around his cock. What he wants more than anything is to be inside her.

  He moves his cock along her wet seam, her legs still wrapped around his hips. He loves the way she moans when he touches her clit. He continues to tease her until she can’t take it anymore. He kisses her deeply as she moves above him and then lowers herself over his hard cock.

  Flor’s eyes widen as she adjusts to him. Collin traces his tongue around her razor sharp nipples, but she can hardly feel it. All she can feel is his cock inside her. Flor draws her knees next to his hips and slowly begins to move up and down as Collin works over her breasts.

  Collin’s hands come down to her ass, holding it firmly as she rides him, picking up the pace with each stroke. She loves that he’s guiding her, taking her with him. “So wet,” he groans into her mouth. “So tight.”

  Her clit rubs against the base of his cock as he angles her back just enough to find her spot. Flor moans. “That feels incredible.”

  She notices Collin grin slightly before it disappears. He’s completely and entirely focused on her pleasure, her sex becoming slicker with each pump. Collin closes his eyes. If he keeps watching her, he’ll come before he’s ready. But the look on her face is too sexy to ignore. He wants to give her the greatest pleasure she’s known. He wants her to know that that’s how much she means to him.

  Collin grasps her hip tight with his left hand, his right tugging on her nipple. Flor cries out as the sensation hits her right at her cunt. She’s not sure if she can handle anymore, the pleasure overwhelming all of her senses, making her body tremble. It’s almost too much but she keeps going, wanting him to come the way he made her come.

  His cock expands inside her soaking cunt. Collin pulls himself out and lies Flor onto her back. Once again, his mouth is on her pussy, licking and sucking her clit until she’s right on the edge. As soon as he feels she’s close, he opens up her right leg and pushes himself into her once again, setting an intense rhythm. Flor calls out his name. The sound of it pushes Collin to the edge with her. He rubs his thumb against her clit as he continues to thrust himself in and out. Just when he doesn’t think he can hold on, he feels her cunt close down around his cock. Collin plunges himself as deep as he can before releasing himself into her.

  Chapter 52

  “You have no claim to Belo Horizonte,” Poppy declares.

  “It belonged to my father,” Gustavo shouts.

  “And now it belongs to me.” Poppy sits back in her chair. It’s like déjà vu with him. Every so often they come back to the same argument.

  “And what do you plan to do with it? You can’t keep it forever, Poppy.”

  “I don’t intend to. I just don’t plan on giving it to you,” she replies matter-of-factly. Poppy looks over at Gary and Marjorie who are huddled together on a sofa by the fireplace. They’ve been incredibly loyal to her over the years, helping to ensure the ranch became exactly what Gustavo Sr. had wanted it to be. The stables and boardinghouse had far surpassed her expectations and along with Gecimar, they had made it a smooth running machine. She occasionally checked in to see how things were going, but that was hardly necessary. Their perfect corner of the world had been well contained—until Gustavo’s son had started to pressure them to sell it to him. Sell being a loose term, of course. He couldn’t really pay them what it was worth, but being his father’s first born, he felt entitled to the land. To him, Poppy was just his father’s mistress, who capitalized on his success when he was alive.

  “The two men you have running this place won’t be around much longer,” he says rudely. Gary flinches, and Marjorie lets out a small gasp.

  “Perhaps not.” Poppy tilts her head as if considering this fact for the first time. “However, it doesn’t mean that you’ll inherit it.”

  “Who will get it next? Lily? Dahlia? You think it’s time to come clean? Thirty years of lies can tear apart a family, Poppy. Your relationship with them isn’t that great at the moment.”

  Poppy clucks her tongue. “You really are that desperate that you’d drag my daughters into this. Haven’t you done enough damage to them?”

  Gustavo grins sardonically. “It hardly compares to what you’ve done to mine.”

  A dark cloud moves behind Poppy’s beautiful blue eyes. “After the stunts you pulled, Gustavo, I had no other options. You blackmailed Dahlia the same way you’ve blackmailed me all these years. You couldn’t just leave me or my daughters alone, could you? You charm Lily into your bed and then you extort sex from the other.”

  “I had no choice, Poppy. The commodities bust was hurting us. Those mining rights in India were just what I needed until we could close more construction deals. Blackmailing Violet Rai was supposed to be easy. Her brother assured me that it was a win/win.”

  “You were clearly in bed with the wrong Rai, Gustavo. You should’ve never underestimated a woman, especially one as brilliant. Now she’s the CEO of Rai Industries while Azahr’s been exiled to Mumbai by his father.”

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bsp; “And I’m left with virtually nothing,” Gustavo grumbles.

  “Who’s fault is that? Lily I could almost forgive. She became stronger after dealing with you. However, then you went after Dahlia. Both of my daughters? You crossed a line. You left me no choice but to cut you off.”

  “We were both fucking each other’s family, weren’t we?” Gustavo presses his lips into a thin line. He never took well to disappointment. “To be fair, your Lily, she seduced me with her inexperience and charm. I really did fall for her.”

  “You’re not capable of real love, Gustavo. Your mother raised you to think only of yourself.”

  “That’s right, she raised me. My father was always with you. I hardly knew the man because of you.”

  Poppy’s jaw drops. “You must be joking. He was there more than most Brazilian fathers, including you.”

  Gustavo stands up and starts to pace. All the caffeine has made him anxious. He’s still drunk, but now he’s edgy. As if reading Poppy’s thoughts, Marjorie gets up and goes to the kitchen to prepare something to eat. As she digs around the cupboards, she doesn’t see much. “Typical college students,” she mutters, finding cans of tuna and crackers.

  “If I had a few hundred million,” Marjorie hears Gustavo say, “That could keep me out of jail. You just never know. These prosecutors are really out to get me. If they keep digging, they’re going to find more evidence of bribes. They want the politicians involved. They don’t care who they screw in the process.”

  “Only a few hundred million?” Poppy replies derisively. “As if I haven’t already given you enough?”

  Gary joins his wife in the kitchen and gives her a look. Neither one of them is accustomed to talking about money. For them, whatever was enough to keep a roof over their heads, provide for their modest family and educate their only son was enough. However, when they entered the gates of Belo Horizonte, they were introduced to an entirely different world.