by Sosie Frost
“Easy, cowboy.”
I grinned. “Now what would feel good late at night in bed? Must be something you’re doing.”
“Don’t start,” she said. “I’m not in a forgiving mood.”
What else was new? “I’m right.”
“Don’t embarrass me.”
Oh, but I liked her embarrassed—all vulnerable, slick, and desperate. “Why would that embarrass you? Masturbating makes the morning sickness go away. So what?”
“Don’t.” She covered her ears. “Don’t say that word.”
A vixen and a prude. Nothing hotter. “There’s no shame in thinking about me when you go to bed.”
“In your dreams.”
“I’m already in yours,” I laughed. “I won’t tell anyone that you touch that hot little pussy all night. Just one problem.”
“Only one?”
“I’m not the one pleasuring you.”
Micah’s gaze burned, but it wasn’t her usual indignation. She licked her lips, but her words still cracked. “Don’t get excited. It’s the hormones. I’m a mess.”
Fuck. I loved hormones. “You don’t like being out of control, do you?”
“Who does?”
Apparently, not the little authoritarian. “Have you ever let yourself lose control?”
“Why would I do something that stupid?”
I frowned. “Nowhere in your life plan or goal journal or motivational planner did you write in some time to let yourself get ravished?”
“Who would be that irresponsible?”
I took her hand before she ducked away. “Nothing wrong with those feelings, Micah.”
“Yeah, but they’re about the wrong man.”
My cock hardened. “Or maybe I’m the right one.”
“God help us all.”
I tucked a stray curl of her hair behind her ear. The woman had the softest skin, a beautiful, sexy darkness that kissed her high cheekbones and teased my fingertips with silk. “Give me a chance to soothe that tummy tonight.”
She laughed. “You think I’m that dumb?”
“Not dumb. Desperate, maybe.”
“No way.”
“Why not?” I smiled. Pride would be the death of me if my cock didn’t get me in trouble first. “I’m already in your fantasies, aren’t I? Stuck in your mind all night? What sort of terrible, dirty things happen in your head?”
Micah stiffened, but her lips had parted, puffy and swollen, even without my kisses. “You do all sorts of things—treat me with respect, arrive to the fair meetings on time, leave when I tell you to get the hell out…”
She could deny it all she wanted. Desire never lied. “What if I told you the real thing is better than anything you can imagine?”
Micah didn’t slip away from my grasp, but she shook her head. “One problem leads to another.”
“I’m offering the solution.”
“How is getting in my bed a solution?”
“What could go wrong? I already got you pregnant. From here, we can only go up…” I winked. “Or down.”
“Don’t flatter yourself. You were just a means to an end.”
“But you got a great ending.”
She groaned. “Pregnant?”
“It’s thrust us back together,” I said.
“This is not how I imagined us dating.”
Ah…but she did think of us dating. “Ask and you shall receive, princess. No strings attached.”
“No strings?”
“I can get some rope if you ask nicely.”
She rolled her eyes. “Who could resist that charm?”
“You don’t have to resist it. Just enjoy it.”
I pulled her close, capturing that beautiful woman in my arms and forcing her to meet my gaze. I silenced her with a fierce kiss and swept her into my arms. Her feet kicked, but Micah whimpered a soft coo as I carried her into her bedroom.
Her puffy, pristine bed had too many pillows and shams and frilly fuckery for a girl to have a good time. Her ass nestled into the comforter, and I tore the rest of the bullshit away. The only thing I’d tolerate separating my cock from Micah was the scrap of panties I’d tease off of her body.
“You complicate everything, princess,” I said, loving how insulted she got when I scolded her. “Here I am, offering you a night of pleasure—”
Micah leaned on her elbows, surprising me as her lips crashed into mine. “Shut up, cowboy. You want to fuck me too. Don’t pretend you’re some noble gentleman doing me a favor.”
“You think so little of me.”
Her eyes darted down, her gaze burning over the hardness straining in my jeans. “On the contrary. I think a lot about you.”
“How much of it is good?”
“About nine inches worth.”
“And the rest?”
She teased at the buttons on her blouse, popping two before tempting me with the dark swell of her perfect breasts. “Can’t live with it…can’t live without it, I suppose.”
“I knew you only wanted me for my cock.”
“Sure beats conversation.”
“Good thing I’m not here for pleasantries.”
I didn’t waste time, ripping at her shirt. Buttons flew. The material tore.
“You bastard!” She gasped. “That was a hundred-dollar blouse!”
The bra was probably expensive too. It didn’t take much to tug off, not when her beautiful tits spilled from the lacey cups.
“What’s the matter?” I took a delirious pride in my work. “In a couple months, you won’t fit in that blouse anyway.”
Micah was a gorgeous woman. But now? Angry, puffing, and topless—her hair curling over her breasts so plump they must have hurt—the woman was goddamned irresistible.
“You’re the kind of freak who thinks this is hot, aren’t you?” Micah asked.
“That I knocked you up?” My growl made her squirm in desire. “That I fucked you so raw, so hard, so good that I left a baby tucked in your belly? Yeah. It’s better than hot. It’s fucking amazing.”
I dove at her skirt. Micah quickly unzipped the side before I destroyed it too. The skirt tickled over her legs before I cast it off. All that remained was an electric pink thong, contrasting against the lovely black of her skin.
“This for me?” I snapped the elastic band with my thumbs.
“Maybe a girl just wants to look good?”
“Only a girl who wants to be seen…” I pushed her down. Her tits bounced from the crash against the mattress. Those dark nipples tightened into little nubs. She hid them under her arm. Shy little thing. Too bad I was already unthreading the thong from her hips. “I think you want me to see this.”
“Not everything is about you.”
“This is…” The peek of her bare slit teased behind the bright pink. My cock swelled, aching in my jeans. “I think you wanted to look good for me. I think you meant to call me to your house tonight—forget the food, you were hungry for something else, weren’t you?”
Her eyebrow arched. “And here I thought you’d do more eating and less talking.”
“All the perks and none of the conversation? Perfect.” The thong slipped over her ankles. Enough was enough. I knelt at the side of the bed and hauled her hips to the edge of the mattress. “Then all that’s left to say are those magic words.”
She stiffened. Shocked. Mortified. Beautiful. “You expect me to ask?”
I expected her to beg.
My cock pulsed, hard and searing hot. I stared at this amazing woman offered before me. Soft curves. A secret, bare slit, slickening with each frantic heartbeat. The dark petals spread for me, inviting me closer to that sacred heat. A lick. A nibble. A bite.
But not before she said it. Not before she asked me to sink into her velvet folds and savor the silken delight that would ravage both our souls.
I’d never wanted a woman more than I did at this moment.
I’d fucked Micah. I’d taken her, jetted my seed inside her, and created a l
ife with her. But she wasn’t mine. Not yet. Not in any sense of the word.
Micah had refused me every chance she could, even when her lips had parted and her legs had spread and she’d murmured those lovely little whimpers against me.
How hard did I need to fuck this woman to claim her?
How fast did I need to make her come to prove she was mine?
And what would happen when I did take her—when I licked her, fucked her, and came once again deep inside her soft core? Would she still think I was a stranger?
Or would she know that this was something different?
“Tell me you want me,” I said.
Micah shuddered as my breath warmed over her glistening slit. “I…I don’t know.”
“What’s not to know?”
“This isn’t easy, Jules.”
“Only cause you make it—and me—hard.”
Micah covered her eyes. “We’re having a baby together.”
And the thought drove me wild. “So?”
“I just…” She tried to close her legs. Never. She had nothing to hide from me and everything yet to give. I wouldn’t let the shame scare her away. “I need a good fuck right now, cowboy.”
I grunted, nearly diving into her pussy then and there. “Desperate, huh?”
“I’m aching…” Her fingers gripped the comforter. “But it’s just sex. Nothing more. Nothing involved. Nothing…”
“But?”
“Nothing but you. Tonight. This once.”
“Once will never be enough.”
“Then it’s not fair to you,” she said.
Fair? A beautiful woman had her legs spread inches from my watering mouth, asking me to fuck her with no strings attached. The world was being goddamned merciful to me, for once.
“I get to fuck a sexy little princess begging for my cock.” I tugged her close, teasing her quivering folds with a gentle lick along her slit. “I get to sink my tongue into this honey-sweet pussy and watch you writhe. Micah, I’d call that fair.”
My kiss teased the inside of her thighs, close enough to her perfection to earn a soft coo.
Her words trembled. “Can it just be…sex?”
“What else would you call this?” I asked.
She shivered as my words heated her delicate skin. “Complications. Confusing. …Commitment.”
“Relax, princess. I’d rather tie you up than tie the knot.”
“Christ.”
“Shut up and enjoy this.”
“You’re such a prick.”
“And you’re gonna beg for that prick in a minute.”
I never considered myself a lucky man. Not after the injuries and surgeries, losing the multi-million dollar contract, and forcing myself to return home to take care of a family that didn’t want my help.
But with this woman?
With her legs spread and slippery pussy begging to be teased, tasted, and taken?
A man like me didn’t make his own luck. We just got lucky.
One leisurely lick of her clit dissolved her into shivers.
Surprise, surprise. No more complaints. No more hesitations. No more awkwardly crossing her arms over those lovely breasts to hide her beauty from me. She rested on the comforter and gripped the blankets, squeezing hard.
I knew the damage those manicured nails could do to a man’s back. If I was lucky, I’d earn another set of stripes from her. Anything to make this woman groan, buck, arch, and cream on my tongue.
She tasted of sugar, slipped like silk on my lips, and trembled with excitement. I sunk deeper into her petals, nibbling her clit with a gentle rub of my tongue and hum from my lips. The vibration earned a gasp. Taking her clit into my mouth and suckling on that sexy little nub wound her tight.
Micah arched against the bed, her head thrashing side to side as I wove circles of intensity over that sensitive spot.
“Better than doing this by yourself, huh?” My words mumbled.
Micah groaned. “Don’t talk with your mouth full.”
I smirked. “I can stop if you like.”
“Just don’t talk.”
“What would you rather I do?”
Micah bucked her hips. “This.”
“What’s this?” I gave a lick. “A little taste?” I sucked her clit. “Something rougher?”
“Cowboy…”
“Tell me what you like…” I wasn’t taunting her. The curiosity slayed me. “I was rushed before. We only crashed together to get off. So, tell me what you like. What you want me to do.”
Micah gritted her teeth as I lapped at her once more, thick strokes of my tongue. “That. Do that.”
“Do what?”
“What you’re doing…” Her body clenched, shaking and hard. “Damn it, Jules…”
“Tell me.”
“Whatever you want…” Her words turned breathless. “Just take me. Do what you want. Anywhere you touch…anywhere you kiss…it’s all…”
“Good?”
“I’ve never felt anything like it before.” Her words weakened. “You are what I need.”
That was all the encouragement I required. All the motivation. All the honesty.
Because she was all I needed too.
The only woman who’d ever driven me mad with lust. The only pain in my ass that made the day worth living. The only little hellcat that deserved to be pounded, fucked, and taken six different ways until she understood that she belonged with me and under me and coming because of me.
One orgasm on my tongue would convince her. One good pounding with my cock would ensnare her. And one night together would completely destroy me.
No one had ever tasted this sweet. No woman had ever hardened me to the point of pain. No pussy had ever delighted me with such intoxicating secrets.
I needed her. I wanted her.
I hated her. I loved her.
She was the worst thing that could have happened to me, and she carried the greatest gift of my life.
She didn’t want complicated? Fine. Then I’d give her what she wanted. What she deserved.
Pleasure. Delight. Peace.
And I’d fuck those feelings away until we were both sweaty, exhausted, and too spent for any other thought but burying within each other once more.
Her body quivered against my tongue. Her hips shook. Once. Twice. A heat washed over her pussy, and she cried out in utter delight as a rush of cream teased her petals. I sucked hard against her clit as she bucked, the orgasm tensing her beautiful slit. Her heat sucked in my tongue and demanded something harder, bigger, and greater than a soft caress.
Micah gasped on the bed, breasts heaving, eyes heavy. I pulled away from her, but she grabbed my hand, tugging me close.
“Was there anything else I could offer you, princess?” I asked.
Micah guided me to the bed, but she pushed me down so she could carefully edge between my legs. Her hair fell from the pony tail, gracing her shoulders with dark curls. Her eyes narrowed on me, but I didn’t know if that smile was playful or a warning.
It was worth dying to find out.
“Saddle up, cowboy…” Her words teased with lust. “I wanna go for a ride.”
Chapter Eleven
Micah
What was it about this man that made me act so recklessly?
He was a bastard who destroyed my inhibitions, liberated my shame, and encouraged my pleasure. Every tease was rewarded, every passion fulfilled, every taboo broken.
I’d never felt like this with anyone. Never let myself climb over a man’s chest, lick a path of desire from every unbuttoned inch of his shirt. Never thought I’d be so overwhelmed by the sheer excitement of unfastening a belt and taking his solid, uncompromising length in my mouth.
I wasn’t a girl who gave head.
I wasn’t even a girl who had that much sex.
Career first. Pleasure second. Men a distant third.
So why did Julian Payne make me shed those reservations and descend into utter madness with the mere
touch of his hand, a flick of his tongue, or the pulse of his cock?
I had to taste him again. A kiss. A brush of his salty flesh. A swallow of his length.
“Goddamn…” Julian’s hand curled into a fist as I kissed his entire length. Did he want to grip the bed, or would he grab my hair and guide my mouth? “What’s gotten into you, princess?”
A good question. I never liked to be out of control. But as the frantic, clenching, uncompromising heat coiled me into a mess of slippery desire and desperate need, going feral felt right. Like it was the only way to survive. Crazed. Reckless. Impulsive.
This behavior was everything I usually avoided. Especially as the only time I ever let those defenses down, I’d surrendered to my lust and ended up with a baby in my belly and the most arrogant man in the world invading my life.
What would happen if I gave in to Julian this time?
What else could I surrender?
I knew the answer. So did he. That was the reason I didn’t speak. Didn’t let myself think. I stuffed my mouth with his thick cock and groaned over the velvet hardness that teased my tongue.
If only sex could always be this way. No questions. No problems.
No feelings.
No ache in my chest and words on my lips that would only end in regret.
I needed Julian Payne more than I’d ever admit. And each minute that passed trapped in his arms, quaking on his tongue, and swallowing his cock made it harder to hate this man.
“Fuck me…” Julian sucked in a harsh breath. “If you had done this before, we wouldn’t have gotten into trouble.”
“You never asked…” I licked the head like a lollypop and sucked it down like it was the last bit of sugar on earth. “You just wanted to fuck me like a damned animal.”
“And you wanted to get fucked like a little—”
I hummed and trapped his cock between my teeth. “Careful, cowboy.”
He dazzled me with that chiseled jaw and country dimples. “What’s wrong, princess? Too good to get taken like a little slut?”
“I’m not a slut.”
“You’re panting over my cock.”
“Last time I do you a favor.”
“Don’t always have to be so prissy and perfect…” He flexed his hips, burying his cock deeper in my mouth. “Have a little fun once in a while.”