by Reece Butler
The temperature in the cab dropped in reverse proportion to the tension. She waited. Nothing moved, not even his thumb.
“Did I give you what you wanted?” His words were slow, almost hesitant.
“I didn’t know what I wanted. But whatever it might have been, you showed me anything I’d dreamed of was nothing compared to reality.”
Heat rose and tension dropped. “I aim to please.”
“Don’t let it get to your head,” she warned. “I want something even better.”
“I just bet you do,” he murmured.
His thumb touched the pulse point on her wrist. She knew it thudded as if she’d run a mile, uphill, in August. She didn’t want to tell him the second part. She was ashamed of what she’d done, or rather, not done. In three weeks it might turn out to be nothing but a scare. But she couldn’t relax with someone when there was a huge lie of omission between them.
“There’s something else.” She took a steadying breath. “We didn’t use a condom.”
“That was a mistake that won’t happen again. But, you’re on the Pill, right?”
She was surprised he didn’t react stronger to the lack of condom. But this was the sticky part. What would she do if Eric reacted badly? Walk. Fast and far. She knew the way back to the ranch. Marci would be busy with her men by now, but she could sleep in the barn. Plan in place, she pulled herself together.
“You asked that yesterday. I was in shock when I answered. I’d just had sex for the first time in my life, and it was wonderful. You were wonderful. And then you asked and I didn’t know what to say. So I said yes.” She closed her eyes, inhaled, and let it out slowly. “But I’m not.”
Eric pulled his thumb from her hand. Suddenly chilled, she wrapped her arms around herself. She heard him clear his throat. She waited, not sure if he would rage, show total disgust with her, or go cold. Her hand found the door handle in case she had to jump out fast. She couldn’t run in her boots, but she’d do the best she could.
“Seems yesterday was a first for both of us,” he said quietly into the darkness. His voice sounded tense, like his body. “I had sex for the first time without a barrier.”
“You always wear a condom?”
“Yes. Always.” He growled the words. “I pride myself on my control.”
“I’m sorry I lied. It just came out. I didn’t know what to say.”
She heard the rustle of his movement just before he grabbed her. She squeaked a protest but he hauled her onto his lap as easily as if she was Marci’s size. She had to duck her head so it wouldn’t hit the roof of his truck. He murmured something soothing. When she realized he wasn’t angry, she relaxed into his strong, warm embrace.
“You’re not mad at me?” She felt his shrug.
“Spilt milk, barn doors closed too late, it doesn’t matter. Whatever happens, we’ll deal with it together.” He rested his chin on the top of her head. “I have a confession to make as well. Max got it wrong. Things are a bit fuzzy, but I do remember most of yesterday.”
She jerked her head to look at his face. The faint light of stars let her see the outline of his head, but no features.
“When I realized everyone assumed I didn’t remember,” he added, “I didn’t correct them.”
“You let me say all that to you, and you already knew everything except about the Pill?” Her voice rose with every word.
“You needed to tell me, Nikki. I waited, letting you do it on your own time.”
She fumed for a moment, then thought about it. He was right. She would not have been able to relax in his arms like this if that secret was hanging over her head.
“That’s why you weren’t surprised when I said we didn’t use a condom.” Though phrased as a question, it was a statement.
“It shocked the hell out of me when I realized what we’d done. But the chance of you being pregnant is almost nil.” He paused. His eyes searched hers in the dark. “Isn’t it?”
She tried to push away but he held her tight.
“Not necessarily,” she said.
“Explain that comment.”
She’d done some very difficult things in her life. Smiling while Marci married Ted, that piece of frog spit, and burying her mother. Tough things. But this was right up there with the other two.
“I’m at the most fertile time of my cycle. Marci got pregnant because she used expired condoms. If I’m like my mother and sister, then, ah…”
His forehead wrinkled when he raised both eyebrows. He leaned his head forward and rubbed them with his free hand, as if they ached. Then he snorted.
“If you’re pregnant my parents will be very happy. They’ve been wanting grandchildren for years.”
“Grandch—I am not going to marry you if I’m pregnant. This baby will be mine!”
“You’ll keep it?”
“Of course!”
His arms tightened against her for a second, then he relaxed again. “How about we wait a couple of months to see if there’s anything in here.” His hand crept over her belly. He growled in annoyance. “I want you, and I’m too old to enjoy you in a pickup truck, or on a narrow bed.”
He set her back on the seat and shuffled over. A moment later they were racing down the road toward an ultra-king-size bed and a gargantuan tub.
Nikki chewed her lip until Eric pulled the truck into his driveway. Realizing his intent, she waited for him to open her door. A porch light shone on the hood of the truck, reflecting into the cab.
When he opened the door, his eyes shot to her breasts. His smile grew wider. From there he looked at her waist, hips, boots, and then back up. An erotic zing swept over her. One she’d never felt before she met him.
“You do know what type of boots those are?” His voice rumbled through her chest.
She gave him the type of smile she’d seen in movies, slow and sensuous. Her feet hurt from the unfamiliar heels even though she’d spent most of the time at Marci’s seated. But it was worth it. Every time she glanced over, he was staring at her. Power radiated from her core. She laughed, low and sexy.
“Why do you think I wore them?”
His nostrils flared. “I’ve been waiting a long time for a woman who can keep up to me. You think you can do that, little lady?” He said it with a Southern twang.
“I’m a doctor, not a lady. And I’m not little. I’m six foot tall in bare feet with big breasts, wide hips, and a huge butt.”
He hauled her into his arms. “Thank God,” he breathed into her ear. “I want you so bad I can barely stand it.”
The ridge of his cock rested against her bottom. He wanted her, all right. Well, cowboy, the feeling is mutual. Her eager pussy throbbed, swelling for action.
“Just what are you suggesting?” she asked, purring the words.
His brown eyes drooped lazily. He leaned near.
“I want you bent over, eager for my cock,” he whispered into her ear.
Her fingers curled, wanting to grab him and get started. Her toes would have curled as well but her boots were too snug. He released her, letting her slide against his front until her feet touch the ground. She was still inches shorter, even with three inch heels.
“First I’ll play with your breasts for a while, nibbling those berries,” he said. He brushed the back of one hand against the nipples straining out from her blouse. “Then I’ll hang onto those wide hips and slide deep into your pussy. All the way until my balls slap against your ass. Then I’m going to play with your clit and fill you, deep and hard, until you scream. And then I’m going to do it again. And again.”
She shivered in need. His erection pressed insistently against her. He said the words with such feeling, as if he was going to die if it didn’t happen. That alone ramped up her eagerness ten-fold. The men she’d met wanted to prove their manhood to themselves, but not to satisfy her. She moaned and rubbed herself against him.
He stepped away, though he kept hold of her waist. Strong hands wrapped around her to cup her backside
. She shuddered a breath. His arms twitched, pulling her tighter for a moment. Then he exhaled.
“I can wait.” He growled something under his breath, and then released her. “Yeah, I can do that.”
He sounded like he was telling himself, rather than her.
“No!” She grabbed his shirt and pulled him against her.
“Whoa,” he murmured. His warm breath tickled her neck. “I want you to be sure you want this, tonight, from me. I need you almost as much as I need to breathe. But I will wait, if that’s what you need.”
Though she knew he was almost exploding, just like herself, he was willing to put aside his own need. He would wait for her, because he cared about her. Any nervousness evaporated, replaced with an erotic thrill that rushed through her. Nothing had ever felt like this. No book could ever explain what it felt like to be a sexy, wanted, horny woman.
She couldn’t wait to feel her breasts against his naked chest, his cock slide between her swollen pussy lips. She slid her hands down his back and cupped his buns. She pulled him against her, rubbing her pussy against his hard ridge. He inhaled, hissing.
“I don’t want to wait. “
He held himself erect, tension evident in his tight muscles. His Adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed. She bit the center of her bottom lip and flicked her eyes down, flirting. She’d thought only small women could act that way. She was wrong. She tilted her head to looked at him out of the side, loving the chance to lead him on. It was only pretend as both knew what would happen tonight. She heard his warning growl, knew that he realized she was playing with him. Teasing him. Pushing his buttons to see if he would take over.
“I’ve got a big appetite, in everything.” His voice was rough in her ears. “You up for that, sweet Nikki?”
She gasped as a gush of fluid dampened her wet thighs. Without thinking she arched her back, thrusting her aching nipples toward him. His eyelids drooped, like a cat wanting to play with its catch.
But she was the predator tonight.
“I want your hard cock in me. Now.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Eric groaned at her demand. He wanted the same damn thing. He was going to be lucky to get her all the way to his bed before attacking her.
He’d have to carry her. Sweep her off her feet. No, that wouldn’t work. Her face and breasts would be too close to his mouth. There was only one thing he could do. Oh, yeah. It should surprise her enough that he might get all the way to his bedroom before ripping her clothes off. He’d keep those fuck-me boots on her. At least, for the first time.
He put his arm around her back and encouraged her forward. He helped her inside then slammed the door shut behind them.
“I want to lick your pussy,” he said, “but I’ll start with your mouth.”
“I’m not very good at kissing,” she said in a small voice. Suddenly hesitant, she bit her lip. He brushed his knuckles over her cheek to reassure her.
“You haven’t kissed the right man.” He lowered his head, slowly tilting until their mouths lined up. “Relax and let me do the work.”
He nibbled gently, kissing the corners of her mouth. When she sighed he pressed an open kiss on her lips. She opened her mouth. He pressed harder, pulling her body close to his. She moaned and relaxed, dipping her tongue into his mouth like an expert. She was a damn good kisser. That mouth and those lips would be kissing a hell of a lot more of him tonight.
He slid his hand under her skirt. Her thigh was sturdy, yet soft. Up he went as he devoured her mouth. He slowed as he neared her heat. She pulled away.
“I want to touch you,” she said.
Oh yeah! He held his arms out. “Help yourself.”
She struggled with his belt buckle, so he showed her how it worked. He flicked open the top button of his jeans at the same time. Somehow she managed to slide her hand inside and…oh, God!
He concentrated on watching her face, thinking of hydrology tables. Icy mountain streams in spring. Anything but that hot hand on his hard cock. She eased him out.
“Now that’s a cock,” she said with admiration.
He shoved his pants down far enough so they weren’t in the way and put his hand on her thigh again. Her legs were too close together. “Open,” he ordered in a growl.
She shifted obediently. Would his fingers hit cotton, silk, or…
Wet curls? Oh, God, yes!
She was so slippery his finger slid right in. She hissed and arched when he curled it forward. He put in a second, stretching her.
“That good for you, baby?”
“Oh, yeah,” she said, moaning. She squeezed his cock, tugging it.
“Whoa,” he said. “You do that and I’m gonna want to put it right here.” He rubbed her clit with his thumb. She gasped and tightened her fist on his cock.
He didn’t think. Couldn’t think. He grabbed her ass in both hands and lifted. She pulled her skirt out of the way and held on to his neck. He shuffled forward, carrying her, until her back touched the door. She struggled, trying to pull herself onto him.
“You sure?” he asked, panting.
“God, yes! Fuck me, hard!”
The hoarse, crude words coming out of her sweet, educated mouth went from his ears to his balls. He tilted and entered her. She was tight, and hot. She wrapped her legs around him and pulled. Leaning her upper back against the door gave him a free hand and access to her clit. His cock was more than ready to explode, but though he was banging her against the front door he was not going to come first. He wiggled his thumb right on top of her clit. She gasped and clamped down.
He held her ass and slammed her onto his cock, knowing she wanted it. Demanded he give it. Finally, he could release the beast inside. He roared, his orgasm rising from his toes, through his balls, and out his cock. She screamed and held tight as he thrust into her. She came again, her pussy quivers extending his orgasm.
When the storm was over he held her against the door, both of them panting. He cradled her as gently as he could. He’d come so hard his brain squeaked every time his heart beat. The last time he’d released the beast within him, the woman had complained of walking bowlegged for a week. And he’d done this with a near virgin!
She slowly opened her eyes, but only halfway. He braced himself for condemnation.
“Can we do that again?”
His cock, still inside her, jumped with joy. He hauled his pants up just far enough up so he wouldn’t trip and shuffled across the floor toward the stairs.
“Put me down!” She tightened her grip around his neck. “You’ll drop me!”
“Drop you?” He got a better grip on the lush cheeks that filled his palms. “For more of that I’d carry you to hell and back.”
“But—”
“Now’s a good time to start trusting me, pet.”
If he didn’t get her to the bedroom in the next ten seconds their second time would be on the stairs. She struggled, so he gave her a sharp pat on her well-rounded ass. She inhaled a gasp and stopped, and then struggled again. This time he gave her a good spank. It brought a shriek to his ears and a grin to his face.
“Hush, woman,” he ordered.
* * * *
Fearful he was going to drop her, Nikki clutched Eric tight around the neck with her arms. She crossed her ankles to keep her legs tight around his waist. His groin rubbed against hers as he walked across the floor. His cock jerked inside her with every step as he climbed the stairs.
She’d demanded he take her, and he had, slamming her against the front door like a beast. She didn’t know where those crude words came from, but she’d gotten exactly what she wanted. And it was even better than she’d ever imagined!
Now she understood Marci’s gleam whenever one of her men winked at her. And she wanted even more.
He made it all the way down the hall and into the bedroom. He leaned over the huge bed and set her on her back. She released him, hoping he’d removed his boots and pants and join her.
First, he tu
rned on the lamp on his dresser. He stared at her as he ripped off his shirt. They’d had sex in the clinic but this was different. This time she could touch that broad chest. His erect nipples peeked out from behind just enough hair. They were large for a man. Would he enjoy her playing with them? Finally he toed off his boots and kicked off his pants.
He saw her scrutiny and posed, arms out, before doing a slow circle. His broad back was tanned to his waist, where his skin turned white. Below were nice buns and sturdy thighs. They had to be, to carry her all the way up the stairs. He finished his circle and stared at her.
Hungry, demanding, and ready to devour his prey.
She waited for what he’d do next. She couldn’t think about anything but what they’d done downstairs, and what was to come.
“Bend your knees and stick the heels of those fuck-me boots right by your hips.”
He spoke slowly, in a deep, demanding voice. She shivered at the implied power. She set her feet, then pulled her ankles in with her hands. Suddenly shy, she pressed her knees together. He shook his head, slowly and deliberately.
“Knees apart. Don’t ever hide my pussy from me.”
His pussy? But she wasn’t going to argue at this point. She slowly moved her knees apart. A waft of aroma drifted past her nose. His nostrils flared like a bull.
He stepped to the end of the bed and stared at the junction of her thighs. She was blond and had very little body hair. That meant he would see everything. She was a doctor. But there was a difference between being naked and being nekkid.
“Your pussy is beautiful,” he said quietly, still staring. “Your inner lips are rosy, swollen and begging for my tongue.” He inhaled. “But we’ll save that for later.”
Two days ago the thought of lying alone in a bed that her feet didn’t hang over was her idea of heaven. Her priorities had been adjusted rather dramatically. Getting taken against the door had reset her swoon-meter to the extent that she wasn’t sure anything would ever feel that good again. But she certainly wanted to try.
“Strip,” he ordered. “Everything but the boots. Slowly.”