by Joya Ryan
She sank her teeth into his stomach muscles and bit down.
He instantly wove his fingers through her hair and clutched her closer, loving the sting of her bite.
“Damn, JJ. I want it. Want all of you.”
“Good. Because I want to give it to you. I want this”—she licked him through his briefs—“all night.”
“Yes,” he groaned.
“Tonight,” she repeated, “is just tonight. I want to be very clear about that.”
Wait. Wasn’t that normally his line? Still, he wasn’t one to pass up a good thing. And JJ was beyond good.
“You want a wild ride, JJ? I’ll give it to you, hard and slow until you scream my name. But you have to tell me why. Why just tonight?” Not that he was looking for long-term, but because she was so adamant, it made him curious.
Her eyes fixed on his with such a heated claim that only a woman who knew exactly what she wanted could pull it off. “You know me, Colt.”
Yes, he did. Colt knew firsthand that JJ had spent a good deal of her life trying to outrun Miranda Justice and working hard to keep her composure. For some reason tonight, she was really letting go…in a way he never expected.
“I just need tonight. I may never get this chance again.” She raised her chin and pursed her lips. “And if you aren’t willing, then I’ll find someone who is.”
Oh fuck that! Colt didn’t know if she meant to goad him, but a primal urge to possess her, take everything she had, shot through him like a million bullets laced with kerosene. And hell—if she was willing, who was he to deny her?
“Just tonight?” she repeated, needing his affirmation.
“Just tonight,” he agreed.
She rewarded him with another heart-stopping smile and moved her soft hands up his thighs. She ran her tongue along the band of his underwear. Her fingers curled around the elastic and she yanked it down. His cock sprang free and Colt didn’t even have time to shift his hips before she swallowed him.
He bit out a curse.
Her hot mouth was like silk and when she sucked him even deeper, Colt almost came right then. Still on her knees, she tugged on his hips, coaxing him to stand.
Colt obliged. Her mouth never left him as he rose. His boxers fell the rest of the way down and he stepped from them.
She moaned around his shaft, and the tingles of her hum sent a jolt of fire racing up his spine. Gripping the base of his cock, she pumped her fist while tonguing the head. She wasn’t gentle. Wasn’t timid. And Colt loved it. He watched her lap at the slit and about lost his mind.
“You taste so good,” she praised in a throaty voice.
He tangled his fingers in her long, wild tresses. He wouldn’t have guessed how thick and curly her hair was. Judging by her outfit earlier and her demeanor, he wouldn’t be surprised if she always kept it up and secured in place. But now, with her on her knees in nothing more than his T-shirt, Colt gripped her scalp while she devoured him and held on for dear life.
There might be a lot to JJ Justice he didn’t know, but he sure as hell wanted to find out.
She reached around and clutched his ass in both hands and bore down, swallowing him all the way to the hilt. He groaned, but when her throat muscles encased the crown as she swallowed around his shaft, he was about to beg.
Gliding his fingers through her hair, he pulled back so he could watch her lick the tip.
“Open wide.”
She instantly obeyed.
“I warned you, JJ. Hard and slow…” His hips inched forward, languidly sliding his shaft deep. Her mouth struggled to accommodate his width, stretching to its limit to fit him. Her eyes turned up to watch him watch her as he slowly pulled all the way out and then surged forward again.
This woman. This unexpected, sexy woman was driving him to the brink of something beyond an orgasm. She sucked greedily with powerful pulls, moaning when he thrust his hips and sank himself even deeper into her willing mouth.
There was no sign of shy, conservative Jenna Justice. He was on a ledge, staring down at a wildcat with a talented mouth he could grow addicted to. And he feared he wouldn’t just leap, he’d fall. Hard.
Still working him with her sweet lips, JJ scratched down his torso. Colt’s muscles flexed in response and red welts instantly appeared in her wake.
His body clenched, everything tightening. He was on the brink of coming. But he couldn’t. Not yet. Not until he’d sampled this closeted vixen fully.
He gripped JJ’s shoulders. It was the hardest thing he’d ever done, but somehow he drew her hot little mouth away from him and pulled her to her feet.
“Why did you stop?” she panted, her eyes like a thunderstorm. She wrapped her fist around his aching cock and bit his neck. “I want more.”
Holy shit. A tremor jolted up Colt’s spine. No woman ever talked to him like that. Hell, he didn’t think women in general talked like that. Double hell—JJ never talked like that.
But he liked it.
More than liked it.
“Believe me, sugar, I will give it to you. But I want something else first.”
He lifted her shirt—his shirt—over her head and dropped it to the floor. She wasn’t wearing a bra and he had never been more grateful. Her breasts were full, with perfect pink nipples. Hefting them in his palms, he bent and tongued a peak until it pearled even tighter. She arched her back and pressed into his eager mouth.
“You have the most amazing breasts I’ve ever seen,” he said before laving and nipping at the other.
He was worried about addiction before? Feeling the delicious stab of her hard nipples against his tongue every time he raked it over them was enough to drive him mad. He was already jonesing worse than a crack addict for more of this woman.
He palmed between her legs. The small panties covering her were dripping, and it was all for him.
“You’re so wet.” Going down on him had obviously turned her on. Masculine pride hammered through him.
He had to taste her.
He kissed down her flat belly and ripped her skimpy panties away. She gasped and dug her fingers through his hair. He coaxed her down on the edge of the couch. He hit his knees before her and used his broad shoulders to spread her thighs. She was glistening from her arousal.
He couldn’t help himself. He slipped her legs over the crook of his arms, widening her further to his hungry gaze. In a long, slow glide, he snaked his tongue from her opening to her clit. Her hands fisted his hair and tugged him closer.
That one taste was all it took. She was like drinking down honey and fire. He feasted on her like a starving man coming home. Flicking his tongue over her sweet spot several times before plunging it inside her velvety depths.
“Oh God, Colt!”
He slid both hands under her ass, lifting and opening her more fully. She tangled her fingers further into his hair as her back bowed against the cushions. He pressed all that fuckable pink flesh against his open mouth and continued to devour her.
“Colt, you’re going to make me…”
Drawing one hand free, he thrust two fingers inside her core and she instantly came apart in his arms.
“Yes!”
Her inner walls clenched and released, milking his finger. He licked madly. Wanting all of it, all of her. Drinking her down until she couldn’t take any more.
The last of her tremors began to ease, but Colt was nowhere near through with her. She wanted all of him? She was going to get it.
He rose, took her face in his palms and kissed her with everything he felt. Desperation, need, appreciation.
Her hands rested on his chest and he felt her small palms tremble slightly. Colt realized this was their first kiss. He tamped down his speed, softening the brutal assault of his mouth on hers.
He licked the seam of her lips, coaxing her to open. Their tongues dueled, slow and sensual. Back and forth. For a moment, he felt raw. Ripped open by the woman in his arms. She had stoked a blaze in him that was burning out of control, and no
w he wanted to stay in this moment, savoring the flames.
One night, she’d said. That was it.
“Colt,” she whispered against his mouth.
“I’m here.” He kept his hands on her cheeks and tilted her head so he could trail his lips down her neck. He wanted to praise her. To say without words what was going on inside his head. But the only thing he could do was kiss her. He was already obsessed with the sweet flavor of her skin.
He gripped her ass and hefted her up. Her legs instantly wrapped around his hips. She moved her mouth along his neck, delivering tiny bites, then kissing them away. He had just felt her come—hard—but her body was still humming. He walked into his bedroom and laid her on the bed.
She scooted back, her gray eyes locked on him. Colt stood at the foot of the bed, and simply stared. Her dark hair splayed over the pillow and her skin was bathed by moonlight.
“Goddess,” he whispered, because no other word was fit for this woman, except maybe “perfection.”
She reached out for him. Colt didn’t hesitate. He crawled up the bed, up her body, until he was cradled in her thighs, resting his weight atop her. Her breasts pressed into his chest, her hot core slick beneath his cock. She ensnared him with those expressive pools of gray. That look could bewitch a man.
He quickly grabbed a condom from his bedside table and rolled it on, never straying too far from her body. He reached between them and positioned himself at her entrance.
“Jenna,” he murmured, running his thumb along her lower lip.
“Colt.” Her palms slid to his back. “I need you inside of me.”
He knew the words “just for tonight” were still in play. Even if he only had a few hours of darkness, he would use all of it to surround JJ until she could no longer think—or walk.
He pressed a fleeting kiss to her lips. “Say it again.”
She gripped his shoulders. “Take me, Colt.”
“Anything you want, sugar. But you’re gonna have to hold on tight, because this rodeo is just getting started.”
Gazes locked, he slowly slid inside. Watched her brows rise and her breath catch as he buried himself in hot wet paradise.
“Damn, you’re so tight.”
He withdrew slightly, only to rock forward with more force, wedging himself deeper.
She gripped his ass, her fingernails sinking in like spurs. All Colt wanted to do in that moment was buck ferociously until she screamed his name.
…
Jenna could feel him throbbing inside her. Though she didn’t have much to compare it to, Colt’s cock had taken her by surprise. It was so long and thick that her jaw was still sore from taking him with her mouth. Though she was ready for him, her body weeping from the orgasm he’d already given her, it was still a tight fit.
And now she was spiraling out of control. Just when she thought she could handle him, he’d changed the game. Fast and hard, then soft and smooth. He was messing with her sanity. When he kissed her with slow tenderness, it tugged at her heart, while his intense urgency lit up every nerve ending. He was consuming her, inside and out. Yet she needed more.
He plunged into her over and over. The look in his eyes, the praise in his kiss—Jenna felt him all the way to her bones. She was in over her head, but it was too late now. And God help her, she didn’t want to go back.
Would she ever be the same after tonight? Probably not. But she’d have the memory, and hopefully that would be enough to keep her warm.
The sudden thought made her ribs shrink as though her beating heart was being smothered.
She clutched him tighter. Moving against him as he moved over her. She snared his bottom lip between her teeth and whispered, “More.”
“Ah, sugar.” Goose bumps broke out over his skin, as if his body were just pricked by her words. He ground his hips against her, then pulled almost all the way out. “I’m gonna make you regret that request and scream for my mercy.”
He slammed inside her, rocking the headboard against the wall.
And like he promised, she screamed.
But it was good. So wonderfully good. She felt stretched to her max and deliciously full. He wrapped an arm under her ass and yanked her up. With only her shoulders on the mattress, he thrust in and out, fucking her so hard her teeth clattered with each forceful blow. She reached back and gripped the shaking headboard, her orgasm rising quickly.
They were both panting. His hard chest and abs flexing with every twist of his sinful hips. A light sheen of sweat misted him.
He was working her over and all she could do was beg. “More! Please, Colt, more.”
He growled and, instead of continuing, pulled out all the way, lifted her ass even higher, and bent over to tongue her clit.
“Oh my God!” she screamed.
His biceps bulged as he held her captive against his ravenous tongue, licking the tiny bundle of nerves quickly, until the sparks of her climax began to intensify. In one swift move, he drew his mouth away, lowered her, then slammed back inside her core.
“Colt!” She screamed out as her orgasm roared through her.
Her bones shattered and her muscles boiled. It went on and on. She melted, but all she could do was hold on and pray that somehow he’d put her back together.
She felt Colt’s pleasure on the heels of her own. His strong body heaved and convulsed as his release took over. Riding them through their climax and taking them as far as they could go.
She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. Her limbs were like jelly. When Colt collapsed on top of her, his weight felt like the most necessary thing. The one thing she’d been missing her whole life.
After a few moments, he lifted his head to look at her. A self-satisfied grin stretched his face. “That was one wild ride, Miss Justice.”
His teasing words and playful nip on her chin made Jenna want to play back. “I must say, cowboy, I’m impressed. I was worried you could only handle eight seconds at a time.”
He growled and thrust his shaft inside her again. She gasped. Amusement was gone. He was hard? Still? How was that even possible? As if reading her mind, he kissed her lips and whispered, “You said one night, JJ.”
Colt wrapped his arms around her and lay on his back. He never took himself from the depths of her body and she was so grateful for that. She straddled him. He pushed his hips up and bounced her on his cock. She moaned, and when her palms landed on his chest, the slapping sound echoed off the walls.
“I hope you weren’t looking to sleep tonight, sugar, because I intend to ride this sexy little body of yours until the buzzer sounds at sunrise.”
Chapter Three
Colt glanced over his shoulder at the bedroom door and tugged his shirt on. He had to hurry if he had any chance of sneaking out of there.
“Shit,” he hissed, when a shot of pain sliced through his ribs from the movement. It had been a rough couple weeks. Between his run-in with JJ last weekend followed by a bad fall and fresh injury, Colt was not only getting cabin fever, but about ready to go nuts with the constant replay of his encounter with the sexy teacher.
Air. He needed air.
“What the hell are you doing? I told you to stay in bed.”
Damn it, he was caught trying to escape. Colt swatted his ball cap on his thigh, then put it on his head. “Woman, your fussing over me is appreciated but not necessary.”
Lily McCade put her hands on her hips and tapped her foot. Even though she was Colt’s baby sister and about as threatening as a hummingbird with her blue eyes and sunny hair, she had a mean streak that could scare even the toughest man.
“The doctor said you had three bruised ribs.” She held up that exact number of fingers as if Colt didn’t understand how to count. “The same three you injured last summer. You’re supposed to take the summer off and rest. Rest, Colt. I wish that damn bull would have kicked some sense into that thick skull of yours rather than using your chest as a Riverdance stage!”
Great. She was yelling now. Lily neve
r spoke loudly in anger. But when she was anxious or terrified, her voice raised an octave.
“Exactly,” Colt defended. “Bruised ribs. Not broken. Few weeks tops and I’ll be one hundred percent.”
“It’s a reoccurring injury and this time you have to fully heal. I spoke with the doctor. Taking this summer off from the circuit is the best thing for you considering all you seem to do is hurt yourself out there.”
His sister had disliked Colt’s chosen profession from the beginning. It scared the hell out of her. And with good reason. This last go-around, he had come close, way too close, to getting his spleen stomped out by Big Sampson. And yeah, she had a point about the injuries. But that went with the job.
Lily naturally worried, and when the doc had told him to take a break, heal, and regain his composure, Lily loved that idea. It was beyond the bruised ribs, though they hurt like hell, it was taking a break from all of it. He’d been running hard and playing fast and maybe he did need a short vacation from the riding. He just didn’t think he’d be spending it in Diamond. But when Lily insisted Colt come stay the summer with her, and paired that with a pretty glare, a threatening tone, and a dash of guilt, he didn’t have much choice. No way in hell could he tell her no. Too bad no amount of rest and chicken soup would “right his composure.”
Shit, Colt hadn’t been feeling normal in over a week—ever since JJ had left him high and dry at sunrise.
This little accident wouldn’t have happened if his head had been in the right place. Instead he’d been thinking about a woman who was very specific about what she wanted from him. Normally, the notion of a one-nighter with no attachment would be ideal. So why couldn’t he get Jenna-Jayne Justice, with her sexy glasses and prim little skirts, out of his mind?
When Lily demanded he stay with her and her son Alex, Colt wasn’t as hesitant as he’d been in the past. He loved his family and friends. But while Diamond had a lot of good, there was a lot of shit Colt just wasn’t interested in dealing with. Like the fact that most people either whispered about him or winked at him.