The moment their lips met, Lana knew that something was different. She felt like an electric shock was running through her body and the energy pulse originated from their meeting lips. Her heart beat so fast that she was sure he could hear it. It was unlike any kiss she had experienced. This one made all of those look like practice pecks. This was the real deal and it didn’t scare her as much as she thought that she would or should be.
After the initial shock of their shared chemistry, Lana realized something else surprising. Jesse may have looked like a granite-hewn man, but his lips were soft and warm. And perhaps the most surprising… they felt like home.
Chapter Seventeen
Jesse
Jesse loved the fact that Lana had taken the first step. It certainly took the guessing game out of whether or not he should make a move. But, what he hadn’t expected was the power of the kiss. He felt alive for the first time in years. Her lips tasted sweet and he couldn’t get enough. Jesse knew that he was past interested and had moved to full blown addiction when it came to her.
He wanted more. He needed more. He wanted her to see that he was a man who would respect her in all ways. Jesse wanted to be her Superman. Inching closer to her, Jesse felt the heat radiating off her body. She was so hot, in more ways than one.
Reaching up, Jesse wound one of his hands through her hair, tilting her head a bit so that he could kiss her more deeply. He loved the little mewing sound that she made as she opened her lips to allow his marauding tongue in.
She tasted like strawberries and cream. Lana inched closer to him and he couldn’t help himself not to take what she offered. Slowly, he lowered himself to the blanket and pulled her on top. With any other girl, he might have laid her down and taken charge, but he wanted her to not feel pressured. There was something about their connection that made him be careful not to scare her off. Besides, many of the girls he had been with in the past were from the area, so they already knew each other. Lana was like an exotic creature that he wanted to protect.
Jesse let out a groan as she eagerly climbed onto his body, not missing a beat. He knew that she was attracted to him, but he hadn’t expected such eager participation on her part. Lana’s body was that of a real woman, with a shape made for loving in a compact little package. But, on his two-hundred fifty pounds of pure muscle, six foot four frame, she was a delicate creature to be treasured.
Lana’s hair draped around his head as she leaned down to kiss him. The strawberry scent of her filled his nose as it tickled him. She ran her hands up to his face, her small hands rubbing against his stubble. He groaned as she cupped his cheeks as she took charge of the kiss. Hot damn! I love a woman who knows what she wants!
Putting a hand on both her legs, Jesse helped her to straddle him. Once her legs were apart, they both groaned in satisfaction as the eight inches of his hard cock pressed at her sensitive center. He imagined her wet and ready for his giant cock to sink into. She began rolling her hips against his length, making Jesse’s eyes roll back as his imagination was interrupted by reality. He couldn’t help but to join in on the grinding. Both of his arms went around her to grab a handful of her perfect heart-shaped derriere, pushing her down to rub against his aching shaft. He could feel the pre-cum begin to leak and imagined himself unloading deep within her supple body.
When Lana let out a helpless moan, Jesse found himself wanting more. His cock was screaming at him to find release in her warm passage, but Jesse knew that this was not the time. He wanted her to feel ravished, yet still in charge of their passion.
Reaching back around with his right hand, he slid it up under her long shirt. Her tummy was warm and was slightly rounded. He liked that she wasn’t skin and bones and hummed his pleasure as his tongue swept into her mouth. Traveling further up, just using his fingertips, Jesse encountered her lacey bra. Lightly skimming up the middle of her left breast, he teased the nipple before making his way up to the top of the cup. Pulling the cup down, he let out a pleased growl when her ample breast sprung free, inviting his touch. Lana sighed with delight as he kneaded her boob in his hand and then flicked her sensitive nipple with his thumb.
Jesse loved the feel of her hands exploring his chest. Her hands trailed from his face, down his shoulders, across his chest to pull his shirt up. He shivered as she ran her small, cool hands over his muscular torso, purring her approval at his six pack. He was surprised by the force of his reaction to her flicking his nipples. Never had that been an erogenous zone for him before, but with her, it was amazing.
Lana’s hips began to frantically grind against his straining cock. Jesse felt like he was in Heaven as her lips left his and began to trail along his neck. Wanting to reward such behavior, Jesse moved his other hand from her rear and unbuckled her jeans to allow him to rub her clit over her already damp panties.
She went wild at his touch and began bucking faster against him. Jesse moved his hand out from under her shirt and placed it on her hip to better steady her as he pushed his cock harder between her jean clad legs. Her rough breathing in his ear turned him on as they continued to move in a frantic pace. Suddenly she whispered, “I’m going to cum!”
Jesse kept his hand rubbing steadily and was rewarded a moment later when she bit his earlobe and let out a long groan. It was the sexiest sound he had ever heard. Pushing one final time up, Jesse groaned as he held back his release. His sacrifice caused him to see stars, his body rebelling at the idea of not joining her in bliss.
Afterward, the weight of her resting body on him filled him with a sense of accomplishment that he hadn’t felt in years. Wrapping his arms around her, he held her tight as they both realized that they were falling into something they had not expected without parachutes.
Chapter Eighteen
Lana
Just a kiss. That was one hell of a kiss. Lana was content laying on Jesse’s rock- hard body. The man was a furnace and she was a cat. She couldn’t get close enough to his warmth. As she snuggled into him she realized for the first time in a long time that she felt completely comfortable. Almost at home. As an orphan it was a feeling that she was not well acquainted with, so the feeling was both wonderful and terrifying. What if he doesn’t feel the same? I mean, it was just a kiss…
She tried not to think of how in a few minutes she would have to look him in the eye after she had just cum grinding away on his thick cock begging for more. After all, they were strangers in so many ways, even if their bodies seemed attuned to each other. Take it slow… she reminded herself as she began to level herself up. Minecraft wasn’t built in a day and neither is any relationship worth having…
Straddling his hips, Lana chanced a look down at his face. His eyes were closed, as if he was asleep. He was truly gorgeous. Dark somewhat wavy hair framed his head, as dark stubble decorated his angular jaw. His nose was straight, except for a small bump at the ridge, which only added to his rugged appeal. His skin was tanned to a rich golden. Everything about him seemed larger than life making Lana feel a twinge of panic. He was so out of her league, heck, her galaxy! She was a short, slightly overweight pro-game player and he was some sort of cowboy god from a Marlboro commercial. There was no way that she could lasso such a man!
Feeling as if cold water had been dropped on her head, Lana scrambled to move off his lap, “Sorry!” she squeaked as she moved to kneel next to him.
“What’s your hurry, darlin’?” His deep baritone made her wet her panties even more as she pressed her core down harder on her heel that was folded up under her. He turned his head and opened his eyes to look at her. Lana felt her breath catch. Gone was the cold silver eyes that she had seen before and in their stead were eyes that were molten sterling, peering into not just her soul, but also her heart.
Playing with the edge of the picnic blanket, Lana pretended to not be affected by his mere look. “Nothing. Nothing at all.”
Jesse reached out a large calloused hand and caught her hand that continued to twirl the edge of the blanket. “Darlin�
� that was some kiss.” He squeezed her hand and Lana swore that she felt a similar constriction in her chest.
“Yeah,” she heard herself say, kicking herself for being a coward and looking off at the beautiful scenery instead of him. She hoped that he didn’t realize how shaken she was by this exchange.
Lana could hear the rustling next to her and knew that he had sat up. She was surprised when his other hand came up to gently cup her chin, bringing her to face him. Her cheeks felt like they were on fire as she saw the animalistic hunger in his eyes. A part of her was proud that she had brought that out in him. It satisfied some primal feminine urge, but at the same time, she felt fear. This could only be temporary. He would never leave his ranch, that much was clear, and she had her work in Berkeley.
“Hey, stop overthinking,” he commanded.
“I’m not…”
“You are,” he interrupted. “Despite the fear of losing my man card, I have to tell you that you are the best kisser I have ever kissed, darlin’.”
Lana could feel a huge, idiotic smile cover the bottom half of her face. “Thanks, you too.”
He leaned over and kissed the tip of her nose, making her laugh. “Much more of that later, but first let’s have a little desert and I’ll tell you the story of Sarah and Broken Arrow.”
Lana hated the feeling of loss that she experienced when he let go of her hand to reach into the cooler. “Voila!” he said with a flourish as he pulled out a small bag of Oreos.
“How did I miss those?!” Lana loved Oreos.
Wiggling his eyebrows he smirked, “I have my ways.”
Opening the bag he offered her one, which she immediately took. She was then surprised when he set the bag down and pulled her between his legs so that her back rested against his chest. Lana wasn’t sure which one captivated her more: the spectacular view of the gorge and mountains rising in front of her, or the incredible feel of the man who had just pulled her into his embrace like she belonged there for all time.
As he began to speak in his panty melting baritone voice, Lana closed her eyes. “Sarah came to America from Ireland during the potato famine in the 1880’s. From what the story says, she was a strong woman who had convinced her whole family into leaving County Clare. Upon arriving in New York, it became clear that work was going to be hard to find. Work that didn’t involve near death experiences and allowed the family to stay together, that is.”
“Wow. Sounds like a hard time,” Lana agreed as she leaned her head back against his shoulder. She shuttered when he dropped a kiss on her temple and wrapped his arms around her tighter.
“Well, one day I guess she saw something in the paper about a land grab out west. She convinced her father that this would be the best way to keep the family together. If they could find land, they could build a farm or ranch and be free. Using the last of their money, they traveled out to Saint Louis, bought the things they needed there and hired a guide to see them to Oklahoma.”
“Does this story lead to Suicide Bluff?” Lana lazily asked.
“Be patient,” he hushed her as he kissed her temple again and gave her a squeeze.
“The first half of the trip to Oklahoma went well. No problems, just a few illnesses. When they reached the Oklahoma border into the unclaimed lands, they ran into some thieves who had dressed as Indians. These guys killed everyone in Sarah’s group. Hiding under the wagon, playing dead, Sarah waited until they had taken anything of value.”
“How terrifying! Kind of reminds me of something from Red Dead Redemption,” Lana tried to turn around to look at him, but he kept her against his chest.
“If you turn around again I will start kissing you and never get to tell you about Suicide Bluff. Remind me to ask you about that Red Dead thing later.”
Lana debated for a moment, but decided she wanted to hear more, so she settled back against Jesse. Sighing, he began his story again. “Sarah crawled out and was uncertain what to do. Everyone she loved had been killed. She had no money, no food, and no water left. Refusing to let the outlaws get away with their crime, she decided that she would try to walk to find a sheriff and bring them to justice.”
“Ballsy,” Lana murmured.
“You have no idea. A few hours in, she realized that she wasn’t going to make it, but she continued walking. She kept going until she saw horses up ahead. Afraid that it was the outlaws, she ducked into the tall grass and waited for them to pass. By the time she had seen them, they had already seen her and started to make their way to her. When she saw that it was Indians, she thought that she was really dead. She had read about how vicious they were and how they scalped people.”
“That’s not tru…”
“Let me finish!” Jesse chastised. “It was a small group of Cherokee Indians who had illegally entered the unclaimed lands to find food, although they didn’t view it that way. After all, it had been their lands for far longer. Anyway, one of the warriors saw something that must have alerted him to where she was hiding. He found her and I’m told there was an immediate bond between them. Supposedly, Sarah’s fears fell away when she saw Broken Arrow.”
“Wow, I never believed in that kind of bond until…” Lana shut her mouth. She was embarrassed by what she almost said.
She could feel him moving his head forward to try to get a better look at her face. “Until what, Lana?”
“Nothing…” she chickened out.
She felt the rumble of a laugh in his chest and closed her eyes wishing for him to continue the story.
“You were about to say ‘until now,’ weren’t you?” he quietly demanded.
“Ummm…” Lana was afraid to say anything, but she pushed herself out of her comfort zone. There was no victory for cowards, she reminded herself. “Yes, until now, Jesse. Until now.”
Jesse let out a whoosh of air, turning her head to face his he gave her another long, soul searing kiss. Then, resting his forehead against hers he whispered, “Me too.”
Kissing once again, they forgot all about Sarah, Broken Arrow, and Suicide Bluff. Lana started to turn toward Jesse when a cellular alarm went off. Surprised, she jumped back, almost falling over on her rear.
They sat there for a moment, just looking into each other’s eyes as the alarm continued its shrill ring. Jesse shook his head and stood, offering her his hand. “I’m sorry. I have to get back to the ranch. I need to meet with my foreman about a wolf problem that we are having.”
Lana took his hand and moved to her feet. “Wolves?”
“Yeah. As a cattle ranch we are a prime target for them. Many ranchers shoot them, but Rayne and I are hoping to find a better way,” Jesse told her as they began to clean-up the picnic.
Rolling up the blanket, Lana looked over the countryside again, thinking of the wolves. As beautiful as it was, she would be smart to remember that she was a guest here and the land and its creatures could be unpredictable.
Jesse gave her a small smile as he held out his hand for her to take, leading her back to Samson. “I can see your brain working. Don’t wander off by yourself and you’ll be fine.”
Lana pulled his arm into a hug next to her chest. “Got it. Keep you with me at all times.” The second it left her mouth, Lana wished she could take it back. She sounded like an obsessed teen or something.
Jesse pulled his arm out of the hug and wrapped it around her shoulders. “For sure, darlin’.”
Chapter Nineteen
Jesse
Jesse couldn’t remember the last time he had enjoyed lunch so much or spoken to anyone for as long. He mentally patted himself on the back for a successful date. He had gotten her to admit that there was something between them, while letting her know that he wanted her just as much. What made him the most pleased was that he managed to give her a sense of control. He couldn’t wait until he had gained her trust a little more and then he would go all animal on her knowing that she trusted him to do what was best to bring them both pleasure beyond their wildest dreams.
As he
lifted her onto Samson’s back, he felt lucky that his brother had made friends with such a woman. Which brought him back to Cody. It was obvious the boy had a crush on Lana. It wasn’t that he wanted to keep his growing relationship with Lana secret, but for the first time in a long time Cody seemed to be truly energized. He didn’t want to squash that any more than he wanted his brother to have false hopes about his girl.
“Tell me the rest of the story, Jesse,” Lana’s melodic voice inquired.
Jesse clicked his tongue and gave pressure to Samson’s sides, starting their walk back to the house. “Well, let’s see. Sarah and Broken Arrow saw each other and couldn’t help but feel a connection. Supposedly Sarah said that Broken Arrow’s war paint made her feel safer because she knew that he could protect her from others. When Broken Arrow held his hand out to Sarah, she immediately took it, unafraid. To many Indian tribes this was a sign of bravery on the part of the woman, and she was immediately accepted into the tribe in whatever role they saw fit.”
“What does that mean?” Lana asked as she traced her fingers along his hand holding the reigns. Jesse tried hard to concentrate on the task at hand instead of what fantasies started rolling through his mind at the brush of her fingertips.
“Some women became various things in the tribe. I won’t spell it out, but you can imagine. Broken Arrow decided to take Sarah as his wife. When they got back to the settlement, his older brother, Silver Wolf, saw her and wanted her as his own. Broken Arrow fought his brother for her, winning Sarah as his bride.”
“Silver Wolf… that name would fit you…” Lana chuckled.
“Oh yeah. How?”
“Well, you do have silver eyes and you have certain wolf-like qualities,” she pointed out.
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