Heather Rainier

by His Tattooed Virgin

  “How did it feel?”

  “It made my pussy ache, like I needed to be filled inside. The tension was very exciting, and I had to be careful because I was panting. I didn’t want to be overheard. I rubbed the vibrator up and down my cleft, teasing my clit.” The writer in her was definitely coming to the forefront as she told her story.

  “Did you slide it into your sweet pussy?”

  “No. Never. I’ve been tempted. I wanted to but…”

  His voice was deep and sounded needy as he asked, “But what?”

  “I wanted you inside me. Nothing else would do…will do. I want you.”

  “Holy fuck, Jayne. I want you too.” His hands trembled as he slid them up and down her back.

  “I need you.” Her heart thudded at the desire that burned in his eyes as he looked down at her. He was taller than her, and in his arms she felt encompassed. Protected. And very much desired. It was a heady, powerful sensation.

  “What next?”

  “I teased my opening with the vibrator, imagining your cock nudging me, ready to slide inside my cunt.” That wasn’t a word she used in everyday conversation, but it had a direct effect on Seth. She felt him shudder and noticed he’d broken a sweat on his forehead and upper lip. The angles of his face were shadowed, but his expression was intense.

  Using her imagination, she could feel the vibrating intensity of the toy at her dripping cunt, poised to plunge inside. She’d held back only because she truly wanted to save her body for him but also because she hadn’t come this far to lose the vestige of her purity right when she’d found the man she wanted to give it to more than anything. The vibrating tension built higher and higher as she spoke in a panting voice. “I teased my clit until my body couldn’t bear the tension a second longer and just when I thought I might scream—”

  He changed direction in the dance, his thigh sliding between hers for a perfectly timed moment, rubbing against her pussy with the rhythm of the song.

  “You came for me.”

  “Oh, God, yes, yes—” The orgasm ripped through her unexpectedly, stealing her breath as he crushed her lips with his, drowning out her deep moan of pleasure as her cunt rippled powerfully in climax. If he hadn’t been holding on to her, she’d have fallen to the floor. She clenched her hands where she held on to him, praying that nobody had heard her as her heart galloped in her chest and her legs went weak. “Oh, Seth—”

  “Easy, baby. I’ve got you.” She glanced around, but he tilted her face back to look at him and kissed her again. “It’s all right. You missed a dance step but nobody noticed. You okay?” The lustful gleam in his eyes made her limbs tremble even more, and then she remembered that his need for relief was just as great as hers. Judging by the heat in his blue gaze, he was still waiting for release. “Let’s get you back to the table.”

  “Do you want to leave? I know you need…”

  Seth guided her through the crowd. Leaning close as she sat down in her tall chair, he murmured, “Yes, I need you, but I’ve got better control than that. I won’t hurry through making love to you the first time. Let’s relax and catch our breath for a few minutes, Miss Storyteller.” He took his seat beside her.

  Jayne giggled. “You liked my story?”

  Seth tugged her hand from her lap and surreptitiously slid her palm along his erection. “You’re a very good storyteller. I want to make it a reality like you would not believe.”

  The tension built up in her core again. “Me, too.”

  Jayne sipped the fresh Coke the waitress brought her and chatted with Lucy when she returned to their table with her handsome, persistent dance partner. Every time Jayne looked in Seth’s direction, she found him watching her, and the heat from his gaze would shimmer in sensual little rivulets over her skin. She was enjoying the evening, but part of her also wanted to get out of that place, and get naked with him for the first time. Of course, she’d been naked around him before. Nearly naked, anyway.

  She hoped that her body met with his approval. She remembered his compliments the night of the first tattoo session, and that bolstered her confidence a little. She wondered if what she lacked in sexual experience she could make up for with imagination. She also wondered how her amateur sex scenes would read after the night was over. Had she been able to accurately communicate an act that she’d never personally experienced?

  At one point he must’ve sensed her tension because his hand slid under her hair, and he kneaded the nape of her neck and her shoulders, which had grown a bit tense.

  While Lucy chattered on, he leaned over and whispered, “Relax. You have nothing to be worried about.”

  She gazed up at him, and the desire burning in his eyes was tempered with a deeper emotion she couldn’t pinpoint but made her want to curl up into his lap.

  A faster-paced song started, and someone nearby called out, “Jayne!”

  Pulling her attention from Seth, she looked around and found Charity and Grace waving her over and pointing toward the dance floor.

  Grace called out, “Girls’ dance!” and did a little shimmy, which made her husbands, Jack Warner, Ethan Grant, and Adam Davis, grin appreciatively. Adam brushed her long, golden curls from her shoulder and whispered something in her ear, which made her giggle, and then she jumped as though he’d goosed her.

  Jayne noticed that Grace and Charity, tugging Jayne’s mom along with them, weren’t the only women heading toward the dance floor. Lily Cook, Maya Warner, Summer Webster, and her sister, Margot, were already dancing before they’d even reached it. Trace Adkins’s voice came over the sound system, and Jayne recognized “Them Lips On Mine.”

  “Have fun, baby,” Seth said as he kissed the top of her hand and helped her down.

  Rachel Wolf locked arms with her as she followed the female throng, which more or less took over the dance floor. The beat throbbed through her body as she moved to the music, still a little unsure of herself. Teresa waved at her as she and another blonde, whom Jayne very vaguely remembered from her drunken debacle the weekend before, joined them on the dance floor.

  Surrounded by women who were fast becoming her friends, she glanced across the crowd at Seth to find him watching her. Even from across the club, she could see the heat and possession in his gaze as he rose from his chair, along with some of the other protective husbands and boyfriends of the women dancing with her. She noticed the admiring looks he garnered unknowingly from women seated at the surrounding tables. He might be the one watching over her but she smiled when an errant thought came to mind. He’s mine.

  Chapter Ten

  The beat of the music pulsated in the air as Seth watched Jayne shake off her inhibitions on the dance floor. He’d been hard since their slow dance earlier, which had been a test of his will as he’d felt the shudders of orgasm ripple through her. Her responsiveness amazed him. She didn’t demand anything from him, but something about her made him want to give her whatever she desired. He enjoyed watching her have fun on the dance floor with her friends, but the swaying of her hips and the seductive way she moved reminded him that while she might be innocent, she was all woman underneath that outfit.

  He peered around the club and realized he’d moved half the distance from their table to the dance floor. Looking around the room, he noted that the husbands and fiancés of several of the women stood watching their women with possessive gleams in their eyes.

  Eli Wolf seemed particularly territorial as he stood at the perimeter of the dance floor watching his wife, Rachel. She’d edged over until she danced right in front of him, brushing her body against his with an equally territorial fire in her eyes. Seth also noticed that Jake Redman and his friend Gil James both stood nearby, watching Margot. The symmetry of that apparently new ménage relationship brought a smile to his face. Jake kept Margot on her toes in what seemed at times to be a volatile relationship, while Gil, foreman at the Rockin’ C Ranch, was about as laid back as they came and seemed to be gifted at setting her at ease. Margot smiled at both m
en alluringly.

  Settling his eyes back on Jayne, Seth groaned as his temptress kissed fingertips on both hands and then slid them over her cleavage and down her torso, separating them a second before they reached the apex of her thighs to slide around her hips.

  Holy shit.

  His cock grew rock hard as she held his gaze prisoner, watching her hands as they traveled all over her body. She tilted her head back, making her shiny, reddish-brown curls swing behind her, and the lights on the dance floor illuminated her face for a brief moment as she bit her lower lip. He gritted his teeth as he envisioned that same rapt expression on her face while she straddled his hips with his dick buried to the root inside her. He could practically feel her satiny thighs and buttocks under his hands as he helped her.

  The first time he’d seen her naked, he’d still considered her off-limits. He hadn’t wanted to be the one who left her with memories she might regret years from then but his outlook had changed. He wanted to be the man she thought of when she relived memories of her first time. He glanced at the men he now called friends watching their ladies, and felt like one of them. She was his, and he planned to claim her the moment the song ended.

  As the music faded, Jayne smiled at him, her cheeks rosy and her eyes alight with a mixture of desire, need, and some other emotion. Instead of just taking his hand, she went straight into his arms and looked up at him as people moved past them to their tables. He realized then that what he’d seen in her eyes was trust. She was just as ready to leave as he was.

  A male shout, a feminine cry, and the meaty thwack of a fist meeting flesh reached them across the throng, signaling that a testosterone overload was breaking out on the other side of the club. Seth watched as several people went down like a row of dominos. He turned and put his body between her and the surging crowd and made his way to their table near the door. “Stay put.”

  “Seth, my mom and Lucy are in that.” She made as if to follow him but he stopped her.

  “Stay here and I’ll be right back.”

  He rushed back toward the group as Jake Redman emerged with Margot, who was arguing with him. “Jake, my sister is in there.”

  With his hands on her shoulders, Jake halted her return to the dance floor. “Sugar britches, Ace and Kemp are helping Summer right now.”

  Margot’s jaw jutted stubbornly. “I told you not to call me that, damn it.” Gil James joined them and directed Margot to the group that was growing a safe distance away at their table.

  Shouting continued on the other side of the dance floor and fists flew as Eli Wolf directed Rachel over to Jayne, and then the former nightclub bouncer waded into the fracas. More people toppled, and Seth’s worry increased because he didn’t see Jayne’s mother and his sister. Finally, he spotted them with several other unknown women trapped against the mirrored wall at the rear of the dance floor.

  Grace’s husband, Adam Davis, and Seth reached them just as the brawl surged in that direction. They shielded the ladies from the angry combatants as they threw blind punches. Seth grabbed Jayne’s mom and turned her, blocking a blow that would’ve landed square in her face, taking it in his shoulder instead. He and Adam cleared a path and directed all the women to safety. He turned at movement near the floor to his right and crouched down to help Teresa Martinez and the familiar blonde who’d come in with Teresa, Angel, and Joaquin earlier in the evening. Joaquin arrived at the same moment, breathing hard as though he’d moved several men to get to them. Joaquin helped Teresa, and Seth helped the blonde, who appeared to be limping.

  At the edge of the dance floor, Teresa patted her friend’s back. “Gwen, are you all right?”

  Gwen smiled her thanks to him and replied, “What’s a Friday night without a good, old-fashioned brawl, right?” She tested her ankle and seemed to have little difficulty with it.

  The furor settled as the bouncers, Mike and Rogelio, took control of the dance floor and located the original combatants. Ben Lawrence and Ethan Grant, co-owners of The Dancing Pony, confronted them as the rest of the nightclub patrons cleared the area. Seth rejoined Jayne and their group as the DJ started the music again. Three men were ejected from the club, none of whom were familiar to him or his friends.

  Jack Warner and Justin Connors arrived with Jayne’s cousins, Grace and Charity, from the other side of the club near the bar, where they’d been directed to keep them safe while their men had helped. Ethan joined them, and he wrapped his arms around Grace, relief obvious on his face. He looked around to check the other women as though making sure they were all there and all right. The brotherly bond Seth felt toward Ethan increased at the visible sign of his concern for all the women and not just his own.

  Ethan spotted Jayne and asked, “Are you and your mom all right?”

  “Yes, we’re fine. What happened?”

  Ethan let out a deep breath, consternation obvious on his face. “A gal brought her date over from Morehead to have a good time. The problem was that the other two men she was also secretly dating happened to show up here as well. Two of them are best friends, or were. She must’ve thought she’d be less likely to get caught in here. None of those guys were the sharing kind.”

  Seth stroked Jayne’s arm and asked if she wanted a refill on her Coke. Her cheeks were still pink from exertion, but he was glad the fear he’d seen when the fight had broken out was gone. He never wanted to see fear in a woman’s eyes again as long as he lived. The memory of his last night in Europe welled up, but he quashed it down, planning to live this night in the here and now. He kissed her and then walked over to the bar, which had grown crowded.

  The head bartender, Quinten Parks, filled orders, working busily beside Camilla O’Neal, the nightclub’s assistant manager, who also had her hands full, when Ben rejoined them and helped out.

  As the crowd at the bar thinned, Seth placed his order. After working the cash register for a second, Camilla turned to Ben and placed her palm against his back and peered up at him. Her voice was soft, but her concern was clear. She seemed unprepared for it, and Seth was frankly a little surprised when the normally easygoing Ben lashed out at her.

  “I knew this would happen. It was just a matter of time.” Camilla’s jaw dropped at his show of temper, and hurt entered her eyes, but he kept up the tirade as she stepped back. “This is why I hate it when you go out there with them. You don’t realize how worked up some of the men get when y’all are out there dancing. One of these days someone’s going to get seriously hurt. We’re damn lucky we were able to get it under control before an ambulance and the sheriff needed to be called.”

  Quinten made a move to interject something, but Camilla put up her hand to stop him then bunched her hands into fists on her hips. “Wait just a minute, buster. That gal wasn’t even from here, and the fight didn’t start because the girls were dancing. Those guys started a fight on the other side of the club that spread to the dance floor. I’ve seen much worse nightclub brawls than this one—”

  “To know that does not help me one iota, Cami. From now on, you’re staying back here, where it’s safe—” Camilla gasped, and her jaw jutted as Ethan made his presence known at the bar.

  In a firm but low voice, he said, “Ben. Stop.”

  “Yeah, Ben. Stop,” Camilla said, angrily glaring at her boss. “Don’t let your alligator mouth write checks your hummingbird ass can’t cash. I’m a big girl and I can take care of myself, damn it!”

  Ben’s eyebrows were a dark, furrowed slash as he frowned and was about to reply when Quinten placed a hand on his shoulder. He clenched his jaw as he held back whatever he was about to say. Patrons standing at the bar stared in amazement as Ben trudged through his office door behind the bar and slammed it.

  Quinten walked past Camilla to fill Seth’s order for a frozen margarita without saying a word to her. The petite, but shapely, strawberry blonde frowned when he walked back to his side of the bar without acknowledging her again. Seth recognized the tension in the angles of Quinten’s face. He k
new from past conversations that Ben, Quinten, and Camilla had worked together for the last two years. Judging by the tension simmering between them now, he’d be willing to bet that both men had been in love with her for a while and had never told her.

  Quinten placed Seth’s drinks on the bar in front of him, took the required money, and nodded in thanks as Seth dropped several paper bills in the bartender’s tip jar. Sympathizing with him, Seth collected his drinks, determined to not waste any more time.

  As he returned to the table, he noticed Jayne speaking quietly with her mother. Frieda nodded, gave her a hug, and then joined the group at Grace and Charity’s table. Jayne beamed at him as he placed her soda in front of her, and he could hear the hint of excitement in her voice as she said, “Guess who has her house all to herself tonight?”

  The night was definitely shaping up. “You?”

  “Yes. Grace invited Mom to come out to the ranch for a sleepover. Charity and Justin are spending the night and so are their kids, Justine and Beau, so Mom is running by the house to pack a bag and then spend some time with all of them. She said she won’t be home until tomorrow afternoon or possibly early evening.” Jayne looked up at him, and the eager excitement in her eyes morphed into hope and invitation. “Will you spend the night with me?”

  Seth’s answer was his kiss.

  * * * *

  On the way to her house, Jayne gazed up at Seth in the dim interior of the truck cab. Lightning flashed, illuminating his chiseled features. The evening thunderstorms that week had been fairly mild, but this storm had seemed to be building in intensity all evening. Recalling her conversation with her mom on the night she’d arrived, Jayne spoke.

  “I want to ask you about something.”

  “Sure.”

  “Why haven’t you charged me for any of my tattoo sessions? I feel bad for not remembering to ask about it. Do I pay you one lump sum at the end after it’s finished?”