Love Remains (4 OAKS)

by Gayle Eden

  She drew a line to his nipple, and pet it, the pad of her finger. “I haven’t done much.”

  “You will—before tonights over with.” He set his cup aside and reached for her, pulling her so that her knees were aside his thighs. “Are you game for some hot sex? Or do you still have too much catholic school girl modesty?” he teased, while his warm masculine hand finding her sex.

  Damp already, she uttered, “I’m too heavy to be sitting on you.”

  “Oh, hell no.” Kane rubbed his fingers in her arousal. “You’re going to ride me before the nights over. And I’m going buck like a wild mustang.”

  Chuckling, but was soon gasping, she pulled off the robe, watching his hand between her spread thighs. It looked so—carnal.

  Her hand covered his there.

  Kane growled, adjusted, so he could suckle her breast, his hand below guiding hers so that both their fingers touched her.

  Hissing in a breath, she whispered, “Kane…” Her free hand cupped his head, watching those lips rim her nipple. “Yes.”

  He withdrew his hand, shifted her higher, making her crouch over him so he could massage, and feed too on both her breast. When she was moaning, Kane skimmed downward, his tongue and mouth dragging over her stomach, and then he licked her thighs, bit and kissed between her legs, his finger going inside her, easy in and out.

  Sage clutched the headboard, and was like that, when he moved behind her, rubbing her hips, molding her ass, kissing it—and teasing her with his tongue.

  Sage took his kiss when he stretched over her back. His sex was free, warm, hard, full, and rubbing between her buttocks.

  She moved her hips, their kiss mostly tongue play. Her moan filled the room as Kane suddenly thrust inside her.

  Tightly locked, he bit her nape and rumbled, “Um. Move your ass. Yeah.” They fucked awhile that way, tightly locked, hips rolling, grinding, and flesh making friction.

  He leaned back at one point, watched himself entering her, and the thought of it cranked up her own arousal. She had never felt as wildly sexual as she did with his strong body and hands touching her, his sex filling her.

  Kane pulled out and kissed her shoulder.

  She was trembling hard.

  “I want to see your face.” He positioned her on her side, and entered her again.

  Their eyes locked. His hips thrust. Their breath thickened.

  He came that way and she devoured his sensual expression of surrender.

  Afterwards, they ran his tub full of water, a candle burning. They sat in bubbles and shared a cigarette.

  Lying back against him, his legs bent, because the tub wasn’t big enough, though a good sized, Sage blew smoke and watched the candle flicker on the tile walls. His free hand was rubbing her breast, her large nipples. She grinned, thinking, he really loved her breasts.

  The cigarette finished, she arose and dried, watching him do so.

  In the bedroom again, they finished the tepid coffee.

  She observed him, lying nude, sculpted, ripped, and brown, against his white sheets. Raising her eyes to his, his hands stacked behind his head, she said quietly, “You’re magnificent.”

  “Thank you.” He flushed but covered it while invited her to join him. “Let’s nap. It’s only ten. I need to recoup.”

  She lay in his arms under the sheet. “It feels so good, your body.”

  He murmured, “So does yours.”

  They slept and awakening around one, going to the bathroom, doing the teeth brushing, and refreshing.

  He was sitting on the side of the bed when Sage emerged, the sheet across his groin as he smoked and watched her come toward him.

  “You still okay?” He searched her face.

  “I’m good.” She took a drag then stepped between his legs, moving the hands that went to her ass. Taking the cigarette, she put it in a tray and nudged him to lie back, watching all those muscles flex when he did so.

  “So fine. So sexy.” She skimmed her palms over his ripped abs. looking him over. Sage traced, touched, and felt his torso, then his legs, massaging inside his thick thighs while watching his eyes close, seeing the arousal on his face— long before she drew the sheet away and revealed his hard cock.

  Kane uttered, “Yes. Whatever you’re thinking. Yes.”

  She grinned at his soft growl. “You want to slide up in the bed?”

  His lashes cracked, showing green fire. “I’ll slide anywhere you want me to.”

  “I want to feel you. I want to kiss you. I want—”

  He sat up, cupped her face, kissed her hard before he righted himself, telling her before surrendering, “When you’re done reducing me to a quivering mass of horny—I’m going to fuck you hard, and fast.”

  Shivering, she dipped her head kissed the crown of his cock.

  “Holy fuck. Sage.” He gasped and reached behind him, gripping the headboard. “You don’t waste any time.”

  “You want me to go about this a certain way?” she teased while her fingers exploring behind his cock.

  He sucked in a breath. “Hell no.” Those green eyes caught hers.

  She said simply, “I love the way you feel, and smell, the way you look.”

  He swallowed. “Do me. Do whatever you want.”

  She did. Sage covered his front with kisses and bites, with laves that got his stomach quivering, and got her praise, and soft explicit curses from Kane. She went over the backside of him too. His groans were buried in the pillow. Every now and then came a plea for mercy.

  When Sage turned him again, her body was as aroused as his.

  She stretched up and kissed him, letting him touch her, finger her, before she eased back and confessed, “I’ve never done this…”

  “Do it.” He begged.

  She licked him fist, flicks and long licks, kisses up the shaft and crown of his cock.

  He chanted a string of grit-teeth words, watching her.

  When her lips captured it, taking him a little deeper in her mouth, Kane rasped, “Jesus Christ. I love you, Sage.”

  She felt her heart stop for a second, but put it down to his arousal. He was so turned on, he trembled. His skin was burning hot, with muscles bunched and tense. She sucked him, moving up and down on the shaft, squeezing the head with her lips, and going down again.

  His hands caught her head. Kane grunted, “I’m going to come.” He did before the last syllable sounded. “Goddd— yesss—”

  She reveled in his lost to the world climax, letting him complete and still from the tremors before she left him and went to the bathroom.

  Rinsing and brushing teeth again, she peeked in to see him lying sprawled, one arm across his eyes, his hand splayed on his stomach. She heard him whispering, Jesus Christ… a few times.

  “You coming back?” he called out roughly.

  “Yes.” She joined him, lying on the bed, letting him hook his arm around her and draw her head to his chest. Her hand covered his on his stomach. Their fingers twined.

  “You had your tongue and mouth all over me.”

  “Um.” She grinned.

  Kane rose up on his elbow, rolling her to her back and he on his side. His lids were still heavy, eyes light green.

  “You look wrecked.” She smoothed his hair back on a quiet laugh.

  “I am,” he admitted. “You had every cell in my body firing, woman. You sucked my cock.”

  Her brow arched. “How was it?”

  He laughed abrupt. Then bit her neck. Saying in her ear afterwards, husky and soft, “Sexy, mind-blowing, carnal, erotic, and next to being inside you, the best thing I’ve ever felt.”

  “Wow. I did good.”

  His laughter rumbled. He lifted and narrowed his eyes on her, hand smoothing her stomach. “Sage is being sexy,” he murmured. “Is she going to talk dirty too, I wonder.”

  She grinned. “Teach me some words. I’ll talk dirty.”

  He kissed her instead, and then breathed on her lips, “I may have a recuperating cock, but my
tongue is pretty talented.” He teased her lips with it.

  “It is.” She caught it and sucked it in her mouth, making him groan.

  Kisses later, his face was buried between her spread thighs. It was Sage who moaned and muttered feverishly through an exquisite climax.

  At some point, they were refreshed, and he dozed, Kane holding her spoon fashion.

  Sage slept too, not analyzing, not planning or hoping—just feeling wonderful and safe, secure, amazing—in his arms.

  Chapter 8

  Kane almost thought he dreamed that night—so little did things change between himself and Sage afterwards. Admittedly, they both had work and obligations. The summer was booked tight with weddings. His brothers were there at the ranch often. He took Mike to school and picked him up. She cooked dinner several times. All the women went out on their buying trips.

  The family developed a routine—sort of— many shared meals, and guys watching sports on their down time. The women in the kitchen, talking and laughing, decompressing from their own stresses—joining them. Though his brother’s wife cuddled with them, Sage usually shared the sofa with himself—having Mike between them.

  Kane didn’t resent it. He enjoyed the family stuff, and he loved hanging with Mike, getting to know his son, and bonding with him. He didn’t question her working hours or going out, because everyone was busy. Kane just wanted her. In every way. Dreaming, thinking of that night broke a sweat on his skin.

  Though they talked, laughed, choose sides during card games—which he taught her, and they sometime washed dishes together, he was back to breathing her scent, watching her laugh, lusting for her body—longing for some sign that there could be more between them.

  On a summer day, hot and sweltering, he, and Carter had ridden out to Rio’s camper, and were helping load some of the animals, to take to the adoptive families. Afterwards, sharing a beer by the stream, in the shade. Carter asked him, “What happened? I thought things went a little further last month.”

  “Me too.” Kane grunted and rocked the beer bottle, eyeing the condensation on the glass. “I guess—we’re just busy, and there’s Mike.”

  “Yeah. I got that. We all have been busy.” Carter eyed him. “But people, couples, find time or take advantage—”

  “We’re not a couple.” Kane got to his feet, his shirt laid across his shoulder; he drew it over to wipe sweat from his brow.

  Rio was lounging back on the grassy bank, and murmured as he cocked an eye at Kane, “You did talk and fuck at the same time, didn’t you?”

  Kane ignored Carters laugh, and eyed that brother. “It was one night. You ass hole. I went with it, because I didn’t know I’d get that far. I pleased her.”

  “And, she, pleased you.” Carter sang amusingly.

  “Blew my damn mind,” Kane muttered and took a long drink.

  After chuckling, Rio sat up. “I’m going home and having me some sex tonight. How about you Carter?”

  “Got a blow job for lunch.”

  “Fuck you both.” Kane laughed and walked up the creek bank.

  Shaking his head, Rio muttered to Carter, “He doesn’t know how to court her. You think?”

  “Afraid,” Carter deduced, “He should’a made sweet with her the next morning. Been romantic. I think they’re both waiting for the other one, to define something.”

  They got to their feet. Before Rio went to the truck to leave, he said, “You realize, they’ve been in love for twelve fucking years?”

  “Yeah. Even when they were apart, and all that happened. I know, just by watching them, but I know that was why Kane became so solitary.”

  “He’ll figure it out.”

  “He’d better, soon.”

  Carter left afterwards, riding his horse back to the ranch, leaving Kane to his brooding.

  ~*~

  As it turned out, a week later, Kane left tools he needed at the ranch. He called in, to have Carter bring them. The bush-hog had broken down. He had left the smaller tractor out in the hay field.

  Although Sage didn’t ride any of the horses, it was she— on the four-wheeler who showed up. In faded denims and boots, a summer top, she had on sunglasses and her hair was back in a mussed braid. Dismounting where he sat in the shade, the brush hog nearby, she offered, “Carter had to help Skye do something, her old truck broke down.”

  She put the tool pouch near him, and then handed him a cooler.

  “Thanks.”

  She nodded and lit a cigarette.

  “That why you volunteered? To sneak a smoke?”

  She grinned. “Yeah.” She half sat on the four-wheeler seat.

  He took a cold beer out of the mini cooler. Eyeing her snug low-rise jeans, the boots, and her beautiful cleavage in that tank.

  Opening it, his eyes caught hers. Kane took a drink.

  She blew smoke.

  Lowering the bottle, Kane’s eyes flickered over her again, lingering on her hips, then down to the boots, back to her face, meaningfully. “I’m hot and sweaty. You mind?”

  “No. You look fine to me.” Sage wet her lips.

  He got to his feet and sauntered toward her, taking the cigarette.

  Kissing her ear, Kane suggested, “Pull that 4 wheeler closer in the shade.”

  She straddled it, making him hard just watching as she coasted the four-wheeler under the shade tree. He walked to her. They shared the cigarette, the beer too, while he unzipped her low-rise jeans and got his hand between her legs.

  Both the distractions gone, he eyed the fine sparkle of sweat on her throat, the clinging raven curls on her cheek. Having his finger slick with her heat, he husked, “You’re wet, baby.”

  “You’re hard, cowboy.” She felt down his button fly.

  He kissed her, and thrust his finger deep, getting a moan from her while tasting her want in that kiss. Lifting his head, he withdrew his hand and tasted her from his fingers, then worked her pants off, her panties with them, and boots too. She took off her blouse and bra.

  He laid her back on the seat, spread her legs, and ate her until she’d come.

  Seconds later, he was necked to the hot sun and summer day— fucking her on that same seat.

  “Mmmm.” She sighed and shuddered when he’d come. They cleaned up, clothed themselves. He lay on the ground, beside her, in the shade. “Ummm and then some.”

  “I want to watch you masturbate,” she said out of the blue.

  Lips curving, he sat up and eyed her flushed face.

  She was hot and very, very, horny, he realized.

  He countered, “You do that for me? Let me watch?”

  “Yeah.”

  “You have any toys—”

  “Two. Some stuff I— bought recently.” She sat up too. Her gaze went over him, lingering on his lips. “Kane?”

  He swallowed. “Yeah?”

  Her gaze flickered up to his eyes. “I’ve been busy, but crazy to have another of those nights…even half that.”

  “Me too.” He touched her hair. “I like that you want me, Sage. I’ve wanted you too.”

  “Will you—can we—get together—when we get the chance…”

  “Hell yes. When’s your period?”

  “First of the month.”

  He nodded. “We’ll be getting it every chance we can.” He kissed her long and slow. Against her lips, Kane uttered, “Thank you, for the afternoon ride.”

  “Ditto.” She bit his lower lip.

  They kissed long, slow, deep. She got up afterwards and was astride the four-wheeler when she said, “Mike wants to talk you, about playing community baseball this summer.”

  “Okay.” He carried his tool pouch over to the brush hog. “You mind if he does?”

  “No.”

  “Tell him, we’ll drive out for pizza later, just me and him, and talk about it.”

  “Okay.”

  After she left, and while he worked on the machine, Kane smelled her on himself, mingled with the sweat. The tang of sex, and her perfume—
pure ambrosia. He was hard on and off the rest of the day.

  ~*~

  Willow was home, staying at Rio and Jesse’s. They had a big BBQ planned at the ranch, to celebrate her birthday, and Mike’s, since they were close together.

  Kane and Sage went at each other that first week—following the afternoon (ride.) getting it when they could, where they could, between the schedules, and his now driving Mike to practice. He masturbated for her— raw, sexy, erotically, in the early hours of morning, out in the barn lying on the hay. She’d talked dirty to him the whole time. And, totally blew his mind.

  Sage returned the favor, in her bedroom one night when Mike stayed over with a friend. It was one of the most erotic experiences she’d ever had too.

  They nearly got caught once, in the kitchen, as Kane was suckling her breasts, thinking Mike was upstairs asleep, when he came down for another soda. Another time, on the back porch, supposedly stringing beans, they started kissing and heard Jess pull in.

  Then they hit a dry spell again, because Mike had friends over for a week. Willow came out to ride horses— and Sage had her cycle. There wasn’t any time or opportunity. The biggest weddings were taking place, and she was tried after work, swamped with it, as he was cutting the first hay and bailing it.

  A couple of days before the Birthday party, Rayne came to stay for a week. He was often at the ranch, catching up with everyone, and getting to know Mike, who thought he was (so cool)

  It was fun, though; being there, being around them, having a lot of experiences that she’d had never had. Now it was something she looked forward to, when the brothers and everyone was together. She and willow traded big boob jokes.

  Of course, Mike thought Willow was the coolest person ever too. She didn’t streak her hair different colors anymore. She’d changed her style a bit since starting college, lost the Goth look and was now urban hip, her hair still razor cut, but a little longer.

  Willow was still striking, to Sage’s mind. She loved to watch Willow tease Kane, who was more laid back and the listener. Willow razzed him. He grumbled, but it was obvious they had a deep bond.

  When they had time off, finally—Sage, Skye, Dani, and Willow, Jesse too, prepared food for the party. It didn’t escape Sage’s notice that Willow had a thing for Rayne.