Come a Little Closer, If You Dare (Love's Command Book 5)

by Billi Jean

  “Coming,” he growled breathlessly.

  Her climax barreled down on her out of the blue. She would have fallen if he wasn’t holding her.

  Cody groaned deeply, as if she’d caught him by surprise, and kept himself shoved in tight. He brushed her hair back so he could see her face with a hand that shook. With a gasp, she felt his cock jerk then the hot pulse of his cum as he joined her, his intense gaze pinned on her face the entire time.

  It was the most intimate sexual experience she’d ever had. He let her see every flash of pleasure as it tightened his face and seemed to grow more intense as he watched hers. She couldn’t stand it and pulled him close and took his mouth as the orgasm turned her inside out. He groaned into her mouth, just as gone as she was.

  Perfect. Could he be more perfect?

  The thought made her orgasm ebb. She didn’t do perfect. She wasn’t. She never would be. So she couldn’t let this cowboy stay.

  Not and survive as Sonya.

  Chapter Seven

  Cody watched Sonya open all the windows in the cabin and knew that something important had just happened.

  Other than another dose of the best sex he’d ever had. Two doses, he reminded himself.

  The amazing first time with Sonya hadn’t been a fluke. He’d found that out within seconds of sliding into her wet, tight body. If he had to guess—not that he had to—Sonya had been thrilled, too. He hadn’t missed that when they’d had round two on her porch. She’d been as happy as a cat with a bowl of cream. But after, when he’d kissed her and held her in his arms, he’d sensed something going up—a wall, he thought—behind those glorious green eyes.

  The beautiful way she’d held his gaze when she’d climaxed had that wall down, but now, after that experience, he could tell she was holding herself back.

  Smart girl.

  He should do the same. Only he’d never been too smart when it came to shit like that.

  “So, you want me to go get some of that firewood since you’re intent on freezing the place?”

  Blue gave him a soft woof in response but Sonya merely smirked at him with a sexy little toss of her hair. She’d taken off her jeans and panties and was walking around in just her blouse after she’d cleaned up—again. She sure didn’t appear worried over being nearly naked either.

  Does she not get that my dick is not going down if she does that?

  One peek at his hips and her smile grew. Yep. She knows.

  “I plan on you keeping me warm.”

  “Hell, I’m burning up here,” he warned her. The last thing he wanted was to take too much from her, too soon. Although watching at her, he didn’t see any back down signals coming from those pretty green eyes. He’d cleaned up too, and worried when his dick had tried to harden again from the scent of her still lingering on him.

  “Good,” she said, walking over pulling him right out of his thoughts that easily. “But I wanted to freshen the place up, you know? It’s been closed for a while now.”

  “Ah, I see,” he replied, pulling her against him so that he could wrap his arms around her small waist and casually caress the rounded rise of her cute butt. Her smile grew but she didn’t stop him. “Never knew this place was here. That’s kinda remarkable,” he added, glancing away from her pretty face to take in the area “It’s damn beautiful.”

  “Oh? I hadn’t noticed,” she teased, tiptoeing to plant a kiss behind his ear.

  “That so?” he murmured, turning back to the most beautiful thing in the house—her.

  She hid a grin but he could see it in her eyes. “I’ve been a bit too busy to notice much more than this,” she told him, patting his chest.

  Hell, he liked that. He also liked how perfectly she fit him. She laughed outright when he squeezed her bare butt and lifted her off her feet a little with his grip.

  “Cody!”

  “What? You can’t seriously expect me to keep my hands off you?” he asked, but set her down on her feet.

  That made her grin so big that he felt an answering one tip his lips upward. He’d not smiled much over the past few months—maybe years—but when this woman smiled at him he couldn’t seem to stop himself from joining her. The smile felt stiff, as if his mouth had forgotten how to make the expression match his feelings.

  “You have a great smile,” Sonya said, touching his face. It was almost as if she could read his mind, and all the insecurities he had messing with his brain. Her eyes turned warm when she touched him, like she was heating up for round four—or maybe she was warming to him, not just the sex. A man can hope, he reminded himself.

  He wanted to know everything about her, but sensed that with Sonya, he’d have to go slow.

  “Not as great as yours. Now, whose cabin is this?” he asked, trying to find out more about her. “A friend’s?”

  She wrinkled her nose. “Sorta. Yeah, I guess so. A friend,” she admitted after appearing to give that some thought.

  He liked that—how she thought about things while she spoke. He also liked how she ran her hands up and down his chest to his shoulders. She smelled good, too.

  What don’t you like about her?

  “They’ve let me come up here to relax,” she admitted. She focused on his chin when she spoke, as if she didn’t want to meet his eyes when she said that. Was that because it was a lie? Or because it was something personal she didn’t want to admit? But relaxing up here sounded normal, like what a lot of people did, actually.

  “Well, I’m glad,” he told her with a chuckle at her quick peek at his eyes. “This place is gonna get cold with the windows all open. You’d better let me get that wood stove going.”

  “So you can’t keep us warm enough?”

  He rubbed her butt. “Oh, I’m up for the challenge, firecracker, but I might get us too hot.” He was here for more than sex, but she didn’t know that. Still, he didn’t want her thinking all he wanted was sex. Although right now hearing her soft cries was topping his list. He could get addicted to her—and the feel of her. From the hard-on he sported, he could tell his body wanted to make up for two long years of neglect as quickly as it could. But he wasn’t doing that now, at least not until they settled in. Hell, he’d not even let her get her things out of her vehicle. “Why not start with the chores, then go to the fun stuff?”

  “Oh? Fun stuff, huh? Well, I like that, and I like being too hot,” she mused tickling her fingers over the back of his neck and into his hair. “I don’t see that as a problem.”

  Neither did he, but he still tried to keep his dick under his zipper for a little longer. He had a whole night to sleep with this woman—and make love to her. He was going to wake her up by sliding in—something he’d always wanted to do—and now, he knew he’d met a woman who’d love it.

  Until then, calm down, cowboy.

  “I’ll get your stuff if you want. I have to unsaddle and feed my horse.”

  “Are you spending the night, Cody?” she asked.

  “I am.” He didn’t ask if he was invited. He wasn’t sure he wanted to know. She had a look in her eyes that was wary, almost as if she was considering letting him go. That wall had come back with a snap at his offer.

  “What will your horse eat? Did you bring something?”

  “I brought grain, but I’ll let him roam a bit.”

  She considered that with a cute little frown, playing with his hair along his neck. He stopped himself from kissing her into another bout of lovemaking by counting backwards from a hundred. Otherwise, he knew he’d be unzipping—again—and bouncing her up and down his dick, while she did that with her fingers in his hair.

  She raised her eyebrows and he wondered if she knew exactly what she was doing to him with her soft caresses. The head of his cock had pushed past his boxers and the rough fabric of his jeans was driving him nuts.

  “Won’t he run off?”

  The only thing ready to run off might be her if she knew what he was thinking. “Nah, I’ll tether him. Do you ride?”

 
“Yes, I do, didn’t you notice?”

  “Damn, I did.” He brushed her silky red hair back and examined her face. She had that kind of face a person could study and find something new about each time. He’d not noticed the five or six tiny freckles on her high cheekbones and over her cute nose. “Next time we do that, I want you facing me so I can see if I can buck you off.”

  “Oh,” she whispered and smiled saucily up at him. “Should I wear chaps and spurs, too?”

  His heart did an odd little jump at that. “Only if you want to make me feel like I’ve died and gone to heaven,” he assured her.

  She laughed, sounding delighted with the idea. “Oh, I think you’ll survive,” she whispered. “And I bet I last more than six seconds. Can you?” she added with a wink.

  He grinned and lifted her again by her butt, giving one round cheek a good smack. “Damn, I bet you can. I’ll even get those chaps and spurs, okay?”

  “Oh, God, you are too much!” She shook her head at him when he set her back down.

  “I’m teasing,” he said, but damn he’d like to see her in chaps, spurs and nothing else. “But you do ride?”

  “Yes. I learned English, but it’s not much different than western. Why? Are we going riding?” she asked walking away to the kitchen.

  He followed. “I hope so. Real soon, too,” he added with a squeeze to her hip when he reached her.

  That made her smile and some of that wall lowered a bit more.

  So maybe humor was the trick. She seemed surprised by it, and maybe, just maybe—him. More than the sex, too, he thought watching her brush her hair off her face as she stared at him with a considering expression.

  “Oh, I think real soon is a big possibility,” she said and stroked her hand over his dick.

  Okay, so maybe it is the sex, he thought, but sex was a good starting point.

  “Possibility, huh?” he teased, pulling her back to his front so he could caress her stomach down to her bare pussy.

  “You like probability better?” she asked sounding out of breath already.

  “I like that,” he murmured and bent to taste her. She liked him kissing her neck, and breathing there. He did both now and she wiggled in his arms. Her body warmed up almost instantly, rewarding him with the knowledge of exactly what to do to her to make her hot. “And your demands… I like those too, but this…” he whispered along her nape and carefully slid his finger along her silky wetness. “This I want to taste more fully, soon, too.”

  “Oh, God, Cody,” she murmured and reached back to wrap her arms around his neck, which brought all the lush curves of her ass right against his erection. The curve of her butt was so perfect that he could easily imagine holding his erection between the rounded flesh and coming just from rubbing back and forth—let alone taking her anally. That would be so seriously hot he’d probably pass out. But anal, damn… He wanted this sweet, strong woman that way—to give him that control over her. The thought made him sweat.

  “Yeah,” he breathed, running his thumb along her gently until he discovered her tiny clit. “You’re so smooth and soft. I think I might get addicted to this real quick, Sonya.”

  She gasped, but also reached down and gripped his forearm to stop him. “Oh, yeah? That doesn’t sound terrible at all,” she teased.

  He growled into her neck and smacked her butt, making sure to press his hard-on against her so she felt how it was practically tearing through his jeans to reach her.

  “Oh, you are bad, but I like that.” She laughed shakily and narrowed her green eyes up at him. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but first I need to get this place clean, unpack and then I want you naked. In that order, otherwise, we’ll never get anything done.” She twisted out of his arms and faced him with a big smile. “How’s that, cowboy? Clean, unpack, naked.”

  Naked.

  He’d never shown a woman his leg. Or what was left of it.

  “That isn’t something you want?” she asked, clearly reading every single thought racing through his head. “You don’t want to clean?”

  “I can help you clean, sure,” he said trying to think of a way out of this.

  “Then, you don’t want to go fetch my stuff?”

  He gave her a steady frown. The smile she was hiding blossomed on her face, taking his brain power with it. She was simply so damn pretty she glowed. “Ah, you don’t want to see me naked?”

  He laughed at that and shook his head at such nonsense. “Are you nuts? You practically are.”

  She danced away and shook her finger at him. “Ah-ha. None of that, and let me assure, you, cowboy, you’ve not yet seen me naked. Besides I want to see you naked so I can lick every inch of you until I turn you into a puddle of sexy cowboy at my feet,” she added in one hell of a bedroom voice. “And I want to do that without worrying over you being unable to use all this hot equipment after.”

  He closed his eyes and groaned at that image. “Worry? Hell, my dick hasn’t gone down yet. What makes you think you sucking the life out of me would make me anything but harder than hell after?”

  She laughed. Not just laughed but laughed so hard he found himself joining her.

  Holding her middle, she backed away and rested against the counter opposite to him. The kitchen was one of those open living room kitchen deals that had only the counter dividing it from the rest of the cabin. He rested his shoulder on the tall stainless steel refrigerator and folded his arms, trying to come to terms with the fact that he had to drop his Wranglers in order to get a blow job.

  No shit, dumb shit. You also need to get naked if you’re staying with her for a few weeks, maybe longer.

  She’s not Cindy.

  He knew that but clearly he had issues with this. Cindy hadn’t been able to look at his leg. Even men he knew who saw the stump didn’t want to.

  If he got naked, Sonya wouldn’t ignore his leg. She’d probably examine every detail. A few friends had done that, but Sonya was…beautiful. Stunning.

  Just the thought had his erection waning.

  What if I disgust her?

  “Oh you are way, way too good to be true,” Sonya said, wiping her eyes and chuckling still. “But come on, I warned you, no issues. If you want the blow job of your life, you better be ready to get naked, Cody.”

  Sometime or other he’d have to let a woman see his leg. What better person than this one? She wouldn’t lie to him—that was for certain. With her, he doubted she’d fuck around with shit like that. If she lied it would be about other, more emotional issues—like how she felt about him.

  If she ever felt something for me more than the urge to have amazing sex with me.

  He wouldn’t know if she could care about him if he didn’t stick around to find out. And he couldn’t without this.

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  That made her grin and she wiggled her fingers at his hips. “Then get moving, cowboy, and stop teasing me.”

  He kept his mouth shut.

  “I’m going to clean up, again,” she said pointedly but with another happy smile, “then clean this place. You can do your part by bringing my stuff in and doing that wood stove thing. I saw a wood box on the porch. You could fill that as well as you did,” she paused to give him a teasing grin and said, “other things, soldier?”

  He grunted at that but her orders made him feel all silly shit—like happy.

  She didn’t cut him a break for the missing leg, not one bit. He’d fucked her twice now standing, both times with her wanting more from him. Not once had she worried over his leg supporting them both. Now she wanted him to unload her SUV, fill a wood box and help clean this place, and all without once asking if he could.

  “That better be one hell of a blow job,” he muttered all the same.

  He got a smack on his ass when she walked by and a hell of a sexy smile as she whispered just loud enough for him to hear her, ““Oh, Cody, it will be. It will be.”

  Chapter Eight

  Eric studied the plastic surgeon a
cross from him. She was clearly hot for it. She didn’t even bother to hide from Mindy how much she wanted a go with him.

  “You can repair the damage? Even after all this time?” he asked.

  “Of course,” she immediately responded, as if he’d asked something anyone would know. She smiled immediately after. “It’s such a shame you’ve had to endure this kind of damage this long,” she soothed.

  He’d told her he’d been wounded in battle. Not a lie, he had been. But he’d said it had been years before, not six months ago.

  “I can’t believe you weren’t helped before now. Anyone could have done a better job,” she added. She narrowed her dark eyes and brushed her elegant black hair off a shoulder. “Well, still… You are here now and I assure you I can help you.”

  He heard the second meaning. Hell, her male secretary outside in the waiting room probably heard her subtle innuendo. Mindy shifted on her seat. He didn’t have to see her face to know she was jealous.

  He grinned.

  “That’s great. Don’t you need to examine me more than this, though?” he asked, knowing by the way her eyes went to half-mast that she knew exactly what he wanted to have her examine. She was worth the fuck. She’d obviously had work done. Her boobs were too high and too round. Her lips were also too soft and puffy. She’d suck cock and that was really all that really mattered. He’d fuck her too, if she proved to be of use. Maybe even take her along after she fixed his face. He’d need her to check on him since he healed quickly with the drug in his system. Mindy had her uses. Hell, she’d lasted longer than any other woman he’d ever met, but enough was enough. He needed some Chunky Monkey after six months of Cherry Garcia.

  “Of course,” she practically purred. She gestured to a side door. “I can examine you in here, please.” Her breasts were just a bit too large and stood out at an odd, tight angle to be really sexy, but he’d fuck her. If it meant he got his face fixed, he’d fuck almost anyone and this woman was far from anyone. Most men might even find her sexy.