Western Romance: More Than Ready (Naked Bluff, Texas Book 4)

by Anita Philmar

  Thrilled with the idea, he remained quiet to keep from saying something to alter her plan. If Mary Beth wanted to have sex with him, who was he to argue?

  Chapter Four

  Stepping away from Kirk, Mary Beth slipped the top portion of her dress off her shoulders and arms. She dropped the fabric to the wood plank floor, untied the ribbons on her camisole and untucked it from her waistband. Then and only then did she lock gazes with Kirk.

  He lifted a questioning brow. “Are you sure you want to do this? Because once a man sees a woman naked, he never looks at her in the same way.”

  “Which means what?” She hoped he’d see her as someone he wanted to love and touch, pleasure and satisfy. Someone, he’d want for his wife.

  He tilted his head slightly and gazed at the peek-a-boo view of her breasts through the opening in her top. His tongue darted out, and he licked his lips. “He remembers each detail. And each time they meet afterward, he’ll remember how much he enjoyed tasting her luscious body and feeling her soft, silky skin under his palms.”

  Not letting his seductive words deter her, she lifted her camisole up over her head and threw it on the floor. Mimicking a move, she’d seen her sisters do, Mary Beth cupped her hands under her breasts and offered them to him. “I, uh, know they’re not as big as some women’s, but I’m not exactly small either.”

  He groaned, “They look absolutely perfect. I love the rosy tips. The sight of them makes me want to suck each tight berry into my mouth and take a bite.”

  Surprised by the comment, she studied his expression, looking for some sign he might be lying to her. “Then you really want a taste.”

  “Oh, yes, but we shouldn’t start until you’re completely naked.” He glared at her waist as if he could sear her clothes from her body. “I only wish I could discard my clothes too.”

  Instantly alert to the suggestion of untying him, she shook her head. “Nice try, but remember we’re playing this game by my rules.”

  “Whatever you want I’ll willingly comply,” he moaned and cupped his hands around his cock. The long rod appeared to grow.

  Her cheeks heated at the thought of having that solid length deep inside her. Would he fit?

  Having seen more animals than she could count mate, she had no doubt they’d find a way to make it work. First, though, she needed to get out of her clothes and reevaluated her plan to keep him tied to the chair. “If I untie you, will you be good and do what I tell you?”

  He leaned his head back and stared at her. The heat in his gaze seared her. “You can count on it. I’ll do anything as long as you let me touch you.”

  Watching him, watch her, she slid her fingers under the waistband of her skirt. Finding the connection, she unbuttoned it, and the pleat widened. As a hand-me-down dress from her sister that her mother had altered to fit Mary Beth, it allowed her plenty of room to slip free. Her skirt parted and slipped easily over her bloomers.

  She stepped out of the fabric and picked up the crumpled skirt. Spreading it across the wooden planks, she arranged it close enough to Kirk so that if they should decide to lie down, they could use it as a blanket.

  Cool air brushed her upper torso, and she glanced down. The sight of black leather hugging her feet set her back. Somehow, when she imagined this earlier, she hadn’t worried about the silly little details of getting undressed. “Oh, horse-feathers, I still need to take off my shoes.”

  “Why don’t you take them off after you untie me? I’ll get undress while you finish and then you can decide where we go from there.” Kirk shifted impatiently on the stool. The pleading appeal in his gray eyes weakened her resolve to keep him secured to the center post.

  Could she trust him?

  If not, then she should probably not consider making love to him, much less marrying him. She studied him intently, and her heart just melted at the sexy view he made sitting there tied to the barn’s post. For years now, she’d longed for no one but him. His stout body proved he had muscles to spare, but it was his devotion to his family, which sealed the deal for her. He didn’t roam like his brother, Richard. No, Kirk remained steadfast at home and worked diligently to help his parents. Hell, he even looked after his slut of a sister-in-law.

  Coming to a hasty decision, she nodded. “All right, I’ll trust you, but remember we’re doing this my way.”

  “Thank you,” he sighed as if she’d just granted him a priceless gift.

  Walking around him, she tugged on the slipknot she’d tied to hold him in place and released the tethered rope. Tossing the loose end in front of him, she stepped to the other side to loosen the bindings. She continued to unwind the line until he fanned out his arms. His biceps bunched.

  He drew the rope away from his upper body, lifted it over his head and dropped it to the floor. Standing, tall and strong above her, he turned. His stout, masculine presence should have frightened her, but it didn’t.

  Instead, she’d always viewed him as a protector, a friend, a man who awoke an insatiable hunger inside her. With a smile, she pointed at the stool. “Do you mind if I sit and untie my shoes?”

  “Be my guest.” He assisted her to her feet and then stepped back.

  Bending forward to take care of the task, she devoted all her attention to freeing her feet from her shoes. Once she removed both of them off, she stood and tugged on the drawstring of her bloomers. Her fingers slid under the material at her waist, and she drew the fabric off her legs.

  Finally free of her clothes, she looked up to see Kirk standing a short distance in front of her. Her gaze immediately fell on his wide chest, the light brown hair running southward and curling invitingly around his cock. Her mouth watered, and she continued her inspection, taking in the width of his thick thighs and stout legs, which ended at his wide feet.

  He lifted a hand with his large palm open to take her smaller one. “Come here, sweetheart, and let me hold you.”

  Nervous excitement fluttered through her, and she edged back. “No, you need to sit back down so I don’t feel as if you’ll overpower me.”

  A smile bloomed on his lips, and he did her bidding without arguing. After settling onto the stool, he held out his hand again. “What do you want me to do now?”

  She closed her eyes and wondered how to keep from melting through the barn’s upper level. One look and she wanted to explore his lush body, glided her hand over smooth iron of his skin. Her heart raced in her chest, and she fought to draw in air.

  “Mary Beth, are you okay?” His tone indicated he thought she might be sick.

  A strange, sort of light-headed caused her head to swim. She opened her eyes and stared into his gray ones. “I’m not sure exactly what we should do next.”

  He grinned. “If you step a little closer I might offer a few suggestions.”

  Inching forward, she set her hand in his and allowed him to pull her between his legs. With being so close, she lost the battle not to touch. After all, if they were going to be married, she’d soon have permission to touch his shoulders, back, hips and kneed his strong muscles or toy with his hair. “Can I kiss you again?”

  “Oh, sweetheart, I want so much more.” He smoothed his hands over her waist, hips, rear, and stroked the back of her thighs. “Remember you offered me a taste of your luscious breasts.”

  He nuzzled his face between the soft mounds. The rough caress of his stubble chin sent quivers along her legs. Her knees threatened to buckle and her hands automatically tightened in his hair.

  Apparently pleased with her reaction, he brushed his lips over her nipple. After a quick swipe of his tongue, he covered her breast with his hot, wet mouth.

  Intense pleasure rushed through her. She moaned and shifted restlessly on her feet. Damn, her sisters were right. This was heaven.

  Sucking her flesh deep, he rolled her nipple against the roof of his mouth, then rocked his head and allowed her breast to slide slowly free. The action massaged both breasts and built a hunger low in her belly. She fought for air. Th
e excitement inside growing to such a point, her body grew more sensitive with each tug, lick, and caress. Moisture seeped between her legs. Tingles of awareness played over every inch of skin that he touched, and he appeared to enjoy touching her.

  She suddenly knew that no matter how wonderful this might be, she wanted something more. “Kirk, please, if you don’t stop I’m going to crumble to my knees.”

  He lifted his gaze, and the heat in his dark gray eyes seared her. “God, you taste so incredible I want to sample every inch of you.”

  A low rumble of delight bubbled in her throat, and she whispered, “Then you best let me sit down before my legs completely give out.”

  Wrapping his hands around her waist, he stood and swung her up into his arms.

  She giggled at his show of strength and clutched his shoulders. “Kirk, what are you doing?”

  Chapter Five

  After one-step, he lowered her onto the blanket of her skirt and followed her to the hard flooring. His body positioned over hers, he guided his hand down the center of hers, pausing at different sensitive spots. “As my wife, I’ll be allowed to have my mouth all over you. Suck on your breasts, lick your soft belly and feed on your moist cream.”

  He feathered his fingertips along her leg and toyed with her delicate folds.

  Shocked by his words and his intimate touch, she wriggled beneath him. “Kirk, I’m not sure that’s proper.”

  A wicked smirk teased her with his thoughts. “Then I’ll teach you how to be an improper woman with me, because I want it all, Mary Beth. Remember, I’ve seen how a man can pleasure a woman. Once, I’m done with you. You’ll be begging me to fuck you every day for the rest of our life.”

  His rough language should have shocked her, but instead, it excited her senses. She grabbed for the hand tunneling between her legs. “What if I don’t like it?”

  “Then I’ll let you tie me back up and have your way with me.” He shifted and rose onto his knees. “I know this is new to you but trust me. Once I get my lips on your sweet little twat, you’ll want me to play there for hours.”

  Uncertain if she should allow him such liberties, she reminded herself of their impending marriage or at least of the possibility. If this was what he wanted, shouldn’t she find out if she enjoyed it before she married him?

  Anticipation tingled through her, and she dug her nails into his shoulders.

  “So pretty, your pink little folds are glistening with need and ready for me.” He bent his head and the erotic swipe of his tongue stunned her. The naughty pleasure fired a bullet of need through her. Each lick ricocheted along her nerve endings and ignited her desire to beg for more.

  He didn’t disappoint and drove his wicked tongue deep into her center. Then he wrapped his lips around her intimate flesh. Each salacious caress drove her a little bit crazier, demanded that she move. Battling to stay still so he wouldn’t stop, she felt the tension build. Her legs trembled. Unable to remain still, she bucked her hips and dug her fingers through his silky hair.

  “Kirk, please, I’m...” She didn’t know what to say, what to do. Her body quivered. Her mind a bordering on sensual delirium, she gave up constructing a coherent thought.

  He provided her no rest and added his fingers to the mix. With his hot mouth over her sweet spot, he thrust first one then two digits into her heat.

  A scream bubbled up through her, robbing her of the ability to breathe. She panted and set her feet. Using what leverage she could, she pumped her hips up and away from his erotic abuse.

  He gripped her ass and nibbled insistently on her clit.

  “Kirk,” she yelled, as her body exploded on her first ever climax. Spasms rippled down her legs and pure bliss sped through her blood. She couldn’t believe something so amazing had just happened.

  Not letting up, he continued to lick at her cream until she slumped back to the floor. Throwing her arm casually over her eyes, she marveled at the stars that flickered behind her eyelids.

  “Now, tell me you didn’t enjoy that.” Kirk’s teasing words brushed against her cheek, and she blinked open her eyelids to stare into his heated gaze.

  “How? I’ve never felt anything as wonderful as that in my life.” She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and toyed with his hair.

  “Good, then you should be ready for my cock.” He nudged the tip against her opening and sank slowly inside her twat.

  Reminded of his thick girth, she shifted her hips. “I’m, uh, not sure I’m ready for...”

  Chapter Six

  “Oh, sweetheart, you’re so incredibly tight,” he moaned and slid a few inches deeper. His solid cock stretched her intimate muscles and wild sensations overpowered her.

  She fought to determine if they were painful or pleasurable. Holding her breath, she waited until he sank deeper. Each small thrust pierced through her with an erotic rippling effect. Again, she couldn’t stay still and spread her legs wider. The image of his cock tunneling through the entire core of her body filled her with a spine-tingling wonder.

  “Breathe,” he whispered and paused for a moment, giving her time to adjust to his penetration. “Once I start moving you might feel a slight pinch. It’ll pass, and we’ll move onto the pleasure.”

  “Wait, what?” She gasped, her nerve endings pulsing at his ball-deep invasion. She struggled to decide what she should do next. “Maybe, we should rethink this.”

  He shifted his hips and her whole body quivered in reaction to his movement. His gaze met hers, and a tight smile tightened the features of his face as if he were fighting to hold back. “After today, you’ll forever belong to me.”

  With those simple words, he began to move within her. One long swipe backward and a driving thrust forward. The slight pinch, he mentioned, speared through her, and air rushed from her lungs with her scream. He didn’t stop. Instead, he increased his rhythm as if working to force her body to acknowledge the pleasure he’d promise would come.

  After mere moments, the pain receded. She relaxed enough to enjoy the heart-pounding bliss of his cock pounding hard and fast into her. She curled her fingers into his shoulders and held on, knowing somehow that he’d do everything in his power to please her.

  What she mistakenly believed about sex had been wrong. Yes, there were soft kisses and gentle caresses, a simple warm up to the breath-stealing, heart-pounding pleasure of a man staking a claim on a woman’s heart, body, soul. The heat generated between them seared her to him. She sobbed as he ground his pelvis deeper between her legs.

  Air backed up in her lungs and excitement built in her core. She felt as if she were waiting on the edge of a cliff, her body strung out so tight she had to fall any second. She groaned and fought to reach for the sensual delirium ahead. “Kirk.”

  He shifted a hand over her breast and tweaked her nipple. Like a match to kindling, her body ignited, clamping hard against his thrusting cock and milking him for more.

  Her climax must have sparked his. He crushed her against the floor while he pounded one last thrust deep and poured himself into her.

  Completely sated she didn’t move. Minutes passed, and she waited for him to say something.

  Instead, he rolled over and rested silently next to her.

  Mary Beth struggled to explain her overwhelmed emotions. Thank you very much. I’ve decided to marry you. The words stuck in her throat. After all, he was the one who had a problem with spending the rest of his life with her.

  A sound filtered through the loft opening.

  She listened intensely for a clue and recognized the metal clank of a wagon rolling down the lane. Panicked by the thought of getting caught naked by her future in-laws, she glanced around for her clothes. “That has to be your parents. What should we do now?”

  He laughed and grabbed her hand, keeping her from rising. “Don’t worry. They’ll be as happy as pie to hear our news.”

  Frowning, she wondered vaguely what he was talking about as she searched frantically for her camisole. “Right,
but don’t you think we should get dress?”

  “No, what I want to do is make love to you again, but I guess that’ll have to wait until we’re officially married.” He rose and drew her to her feet.

  “Are you serious? I...” she stared at him, her mouth open wide in shock.

  “Isn’t that the reason you were so determined to have your wicked way with me, so I’d agree to marry you?” He retrieved her camisole from the floor and handed it to her.

  “Yes, but...” She bit her lip and stopped the rush of word, which threatened to escape. Did she really need him to say he loved her?

  “But you need to hear why I changed my mind?” He paused and drew her into his arms.

  She nodded, unable to say anything for fear of bursting into tears.

  “Mary Beth Owens until today, I thought I’d spend the rest of my life alone. The two women, I had tried to convince to love me had both shunned me. One found another man and married him. The other loved me so much. She tied me to a pole and proceeded to show me what I was missing.”

  He dropped a quick kiss on her lips. “Now, my life has new meaning, and I plan to enjoy the bliss of her love.”

  “Good, because I love you so much, I don’t know what I’d do without you.” She slid her arms around him and hugged him close.

  He kissed the top of her head and whispered, “I love you, too, and I’ll never be able to thank you for saving me.”

  Hearing the wagon pull to a stop outside the barn, Mary Beth stepped from his embrace. “I guess then we better go tell your parents. We’re ready to get married.”

  He slapped a hand over her ass and added, “More than ready.”

  Bonus: Kirk was introduced in the story

  In Too Deep

  Chapter One

  “I can’t.” Sadie Pepperman hated the whinny tone of her voice and fought with the chains of propriety that held her back. Why couldn’t she be more carefree, like her best friend?