What to do? If he pushed, she might tell him to go home. The witch knew he was here to stake a claim and wanted to know more about her.
Not getting exactly what he wanted out of her sucked. And he didn’t mean sex. He wanted information. Oh, he wanted more sex, more of her tight body under him, over him, and every which way they could imagine, but he wanted the intel, too. He’d come so many times he wasn’t quite clear on how that was possible. Sitting across from her, he was so heavy and erect again he was aching, but he needed answers. And, hell, if he hadn’t found the one woman on the planet who didn’t talk.
But he could be patient. He’d hidden for a fucking week in the hills of Afghanistan waiting for his target, freezing his balls off each night only to have them swimming in sweat the next day when the sun blazed down on his ass. He’d gone days without more to eat than dry rations and tepid water. This was cake, right? Sweet house, sweet woman, if stubborn and not letting him know what was up, but still…
He shifted his aching cock when she wasn’t looking and ordered it down. It didn’t listen to him, either. So he did what he could. He watched. He couldn’t get his eyes off her, anyway.
“So, I was hoping to start on that pile of trees today…” Waving her delicate hand around, she turned back to the stove. He could smell something—cinnamon and berry, maybe—coming from the oven. Blueberry muffins? She already had some eggs stirred up in a pan. She sprinkled something that looked like chopped up bell peppers with shredded cheese into the pan and stirred it up with a spatula.
Suddenly, what she’d said sank in past the view of her in that barely-there tank top and low-slung flannels and the smell of warm, homemade food.
His brain did an abrupt departure from his dick.
“Aw, hell, Sunshine, cut me some slack. You can’t be serious. I’ll cut the damn wood.”
Turning from the stove, she grinned and folded her arms under her breasts. That no bra thing was going to kill him. “Well, Major, I was planning to paint the living room today, but thought you’d be bored watching, so I thought you wouldn’t mind helping with me with wood duty.”
Enough was enough. “Wood duty? I got some wood duty for you.” He got up and she gave him a big smile he needed to kiss off those lips.
“Major, you are so bad.”
“Back to Major, am I?” he asked, pinning her to the counter. He leaned in until those soft plump beauties were pressing against his chest and he was firmly cushioning his demanding cock against her stomach.
She didn’t even blink. Or look at all intimidated by him crowding her.
“Well, if the boot fits,” she murmured, running her hands up his chest to thread through his hair.
Electric currents ran through his body, zapping along his spine. “Baby, let me remind you what fits, huh?” He nudged her with his erection and lifted her butt up on the counter. She didn’t protest—she smiled into his mouth then nipped his bottom lip and sucked on it playfully afterwards. Not one ounce of a ‘no’ was coming off her. First, though…
“Ah, I don’t expect help with the wood pile.”
Her delicate brows shot up. “Well, since this is my house, my wood, and my trees, I guess you’ll have to handle my help.” Tugging his hair with each point, she frowned up at him.
“ Sunshine, you could get hurt with the fu—that chainsaw.”
She wiggled closer to him, wrapped her arms around his neck and wedged his cock right against her pussy. Sweat broke out on his forehead. “Kiss me, Russell. But first turn off the stove.”
Stove? He glanced down and the eggs were done, little peppers and onions mixed in, all of it smothered in cheese. It looked delicious, but something else was on the menu first.
He turned the stove off, then filled his hands with Susan’s warm body.
Her blue eyes were so bright this morning he had to concentrate on his questions. “Why are you sleeping in the U-Haul?”
She made an adorable face, pouting, even, and he had to fight not to kiss her.
“Russell, the house has critters. You saw that.”
“Did you leave a door open? A window?”
She glanced around, looking a bit worried, and her hands stilled in his hair. “No, absolutely not.”
“You must have, in the basement. Maybe they came in that way. Been here a while, and all your stomping around forced them out.”
She tipped her head to the side to examine him, and her hands gripped his hair a tad firmer.
He had to absolutely fight not to grin at her unhappy frown.
“Stomping?”
He wanted to laugh at her offended look. She nestled closer and he lost the ability to think clearly when their bodies mashed together like a key in a lock. She was lying. That should have pissed him off, but all he could think about was that she was probably not wearing any panties. He battled for control and won.
“So, why the U-Haul? You might as well tell me. I won’t let this go.”
“Russell…”
“Come on, spill it, baby.”
She made that adorable face again, half grimace, half stubborn woman. His urge to kiss her was so strong it hurt. But if he started there’d be no talking for hours. He cock was so full he wanted to slip inside her now. Maybe he could tie her to the bed later and question her. Was she ready for that? The woman had spanked his ass last night after he’d swatted hers, but tying her down and torturing her with sex might be taking it a bit too far. Besides, he had a feeling it might torture him more than the stubborn woman in his arms.
She met his eyes with another of those long, searching looks before she glanced down at his chest. “I’m… I like to take my time to get to know a house before I sleep in it. You know? Make it homier.”
His heart clenched again at her soft, sad voice. He tipped her head up with a gentle hand. She gave him a fragile smile. His heart felt too heavy in his chest. Bending his head the fraction of an inch needed to take her lips, he covered her mouth with his and kissed her softly.
How could she sound so sad, but still attempt a smile? He wasn’t a smiling kind of guy when he felt pain. And she felt pain. He had no idea what made most people smile through pain. He’d seen enough death and destruction, crime, killing, rape, sadistic torture and plain horror in the world to still struggle daily with separating his life now from what it had been six months ago. He knew he was in shock from the transfer from SEAL to civilian. Most guys were. They had no clue what to do with their lives once they were only on part-time duty. He’d simply come home to a place he’d once loved and found it only full of memories. His mom was lost to cancer. His stepdad had followed only months later—complications from minor surgery. And now the horror of his half-brother and his wife’s deaths filled the emptiness of the ranch, making it seem lifeless. Mitchell was there, and his nephew, Taylor, but both were strangers to him. Family, but still people he barely knew.
But all of that didn’t mean he didn’t know what he wanted. He wanted this. This woman, who kissed him back so sweetly. His battle for control disappeared, and only she existed. She was so desirable she killed him. Her lips were so lush they had to be softer than any rose ever created, and her mouth was pure, warm honey on his tongue. She made him want things he sure didn’t deserve, but he wanted. Her. Susan. She could ease him from battle readiness to life readiness.
And he could keep her safe. And protected.
She needed it. She needed it badly if she was so frightened she’d slept in a U-Haul on a deserted piece of land in Montana. He pulled up slowly from the delicate touch of her lips, watching her long lashes flutter open. “Well, maybe once you have the wood stove going, the place will be homier, huh?”
Slowly, she did that cute hair behind the ear thing that made him hot as hell. Everything about her made him hot as hell.
“Goddamn, you’re so beautiful. I need you,” he finally told her. His interrogation might not have gone so well, but the chances of sex were looking good. Her eyes darkened, and she made that small
sound in her throat before tipping her head up.
“Do you? Done with the interrogation, Major?”
The little witch. Laughing, he pulled her up against him by that cute ass, crushing all her lush curves to his hard body. “Nope, just starting to dig, baby. Come here. I’ll be real gentle. Real, real gentle,” he added when his cock rubbed against her mound, jerking between them when it got close to where he wanted to be.
“Oh, Russell. God, I think you need to rename your bad boy.”
He chuckled and sucked on her neck. “Oh, yeah?” He wasn’t sure what he was dying for more, her pussy or her sassy comeback.
“Slugger? Batter up?” She would have gone on but he kissed her, stilling those perfect lips until they were both breathless.
“Tease. You’ve got him all ready for ball—let’s go.”
She giggled, but kissed him with as much heat as he could want. He tugged at her flannel pants and, thank God, they slid right off and there were no panties in sight. That was good. Real good. He kicked his sweats off in record time and she practically jumped him. “God, I want you. Goin’ fast.”
“Oh, fast? Have we done that yet?” She nipped his chest. He gripped her hips and held on.
“Goddamn, behave with that, baby.”
She curled her hand around his cock, sliding up and rubbing the head like a pro.
“Spread those pretty thighs for me, baby. Let me in.”
“Gently, Russell,” she breathed, no doubt a bit overwhelmed with the speed of this. Or the size of him. His cock was a dusky red, it was so ready to feel her.
He slowed his ass and cock down.
Worried blue eyes met his and he kissed her gently, rubbing the head of his cock over her wet pussy. She was so open and trusting. And wet.
“Real gentle, baby. You set the pace, then.”
“Oh, I get to be the driver?”
“Witch.”
She laughed low and sexy.
He’d never had sex like this—teasing, fun, with him heavy and aching. He slid the swollen head along her wet folds and soaked in her low moan of pleasure.
“Come here, baby.” His voice was husky with lust. Her nipples were hard points under her shirt. The sight nearly had him ripping her shirt off to get his mouth on her. Instead, he picked her up and nearly broke the sound barrier getting to the couch. He tossed her down on it because he knew she’d laugh, and followed her down.
She did laugh, and hit him when he landed on his knees in front of her.
“Easy there. No whippin’ the horse before you even start, baby.”
She fell back and gave him a view he knew she wasn’t aware of, especially since she was still laughing. She was spread out like some dessert. Her breasts were full and ripe, pink-tipped and already beaded for his mouth. Her thighs were open, long and silky smooth around his hips. And, between them, a pretty pink pussy glistened. He wanted to taste her. Needed to taste her.
“Come here, you, stop torturing me.” He slid a hand down her body, from her delicate collarbones down past her plump, rounded breasts, lingering over her pink nipples before sliding over her silky ribs and flat stomach to brush through her soft blonde curls. “You ever think of taking these pretty curls off, baby?” he asked, his voice low and hoarse.
She was wet and soft, and when he slipped a finger in she arched her hips, her blue eyes darkening. Rising up on her elbows, she sat up straighter and hugged his shoulder with one hand to watch him, her breathing coming faster.
He nearly came. She was blushing, but watching his fingers as he dipped in, thrusting lightly along her inner walls. He knew he’d found that little spot to make her wild when her eyes darkened and her lips parted on a gasp. It was such a turn-on, touching her and having her watch.
“Imagine you all bare and open, baby.”
“You mean waxed?” she asked, leaning forward, seeking his skin. She brushed hot kisses over his chest and neck, the hot pants of breath enticing him to bite down on the column of her slender throat.
“Yeah, bare, soft, and ready for this…” He had to taste. He bent down and licked her inner thigh as a warning before he moved on to her lush folds.
She curled her fingers in his hair, but didn’t stop him. He doubted he could have stopped. She was so wet and hot on his tongue that he fisted his cock, stroking himself as he licked her sweet cream. She tasted like heaven and sunshine. He’d never been one to go down on a woman, but, God, he’d dreamed of this last night. She was so sweet and passionate and all his. Just thinking that had him nearly coming.
He met her dark eyes and she bit her lip.
“Goddamn, you taste so good,” he told her, and licked her little clit with the flat of his tongue, sipping her addicting taste afterwards. “I could lick you all day, baby, and still need more. So damn sweet, like honey.”
Her breasts quivered at his words and she began moving her hips against his mouth. He saw her gaze drift down from his face to his mouth and his balls grew tight. She was bold and beautiful. She groaned and bit her lip again, eyes clouding with passion.
“No, watch me, baby, watch me,” he urged her. He was close, wanted her to see how hot she made him as he brought her to climax. Eyes widening, she gave him a jerky nod and tightened her hold on his hair. Taking that as a sign to keep on going, he pressed his tongue into her sheath, diving in to taste her as deeply as he could while he palmed her mound, pressing down with the heel of his hand where he knew she liked it.
Susan cried out and surged up against his mouth. “Russell… Oh, right there… There… Oh, please!” She cried the last as a low moan, her eyes bright with passion.
He suckled her softly, running his tongue lightly over her clit a few more times before he pressed the little bud against his lips and drew on her gently. She called his name in a sexy whisper and wrapped a slender leg around his neck. He drove two fingers inside her soft sheath and twisted to hit her spot. Her leg clenched around his neck and she wailed his name, coming with a suddenness that drove a spike of lust right through his body.
He couldn’t take it.
“Inside, baby, I need inside.” He spread her legs and gently, gently slid his aching cock into her pink, hot pussy. She was still climaxing, tightening and flexing around his cock as he worked himself inside her. He had to fist his hands on the couch for fear of hurting her as he worked himself into her. She was so hot and tight around his cock, he was groaning to stop his cock from exploding instantly.
“More. God, I need more, baby.”
“Yes. Oh, Russell!”
In and out he stroked, taking a bit more each time, working his cock deep. Sweat broke out all over his body. His stomach cramped. He was close. Her taste filled his senses, driving him insane. Crying his name, she arched her hips sharply, her breasts quivering with her frantic breath, and he knew the end was near. His balls drew up and he had to bend down and suck on one of her nipples before he hit his orgasm. She wailed his name again and he knew the battle was almost over.
His balls were on fire. Her cries were making it impossible to hold back, and he finally sank hip deep. With another sexy cry, she dug her nails into his arms and he lost the battle. He came with a shout, nearly crushing her as he frantically pumped his hips, fucking her as long as possible as he gushed until he saw stars. His seed, her womb. God, it was so primitive his whole body shuddered with the combination of pleasure and possession.
“Yes, oh, God, yes, Russell, yes.”
“Susan, baby, Goddamn, yeah,” he grunted as she came around his cock like a fist. Her soft hands trembled down his back and she dug her nails into his ass.
“Holy shit. Yeah, do that baby, do that.” His climax shot higher at those little pinpricks of pain and he jerked deep inside with a low shout.
Chapter Twelve
Russell was breathless and boneless when he could finally see again. And he was crushing her. She was breathless, too, still moaning lightly. Rubbing his jaw on her soft face, he heard a truck engine and froze.
“That sounds like—” He tried to move back, but Susan dug her nails firmly into his ass and groaned softly. Holy shit. She was still climaxing, soft little contractions around him that rippled up and down his cock.
Oh, God, please… Don’t move,” she whispered, sounding sexy. Her voice was husky, demanding, and he wouldn’t have moved if the head of the Columbian drug cartels had walked in. She might hurt him worse than they ever had if he left her tight little body. Gritting his teeth, he felt another burst of semen shoot out and experienced a ripple of an orgasm, starting from his cock and ending in his toes, then travelling back up.
“Yeah, wildcat, you’re driving me crazy.”
She sighed his name and fell back on the couch with her arms above her and her soft thighs open to him. He groaned and dipped down to kiss one little nipple, running his tongue around the tight point. She was hot and flushed from such quick, mind-blowing sex.
Her blue eyes fluttered open and she reached up to touch his chest. Not passing up the chance, he leant down, digging his dick deeper, and took her lips in a soft, lingering kiss. “Baby, you are in such trouble.”
She sighed into his mouth, making his heart tighten and his cock jerk. Wiggling, she wrapped her arms around him. “Oh? I’m so scared. Trembling.”
He laughed, running his hands up her ass to cup her hips. “You liked fast, then?” Giving her one more squeeze, he moved back on his heels to slowly pull out of her tight heat. A rough groan escaped him as his cock slid free, all wet from her. His semen trickled from her pussy and he groaned again. He loved that. He spotted a little red strawberry mark from his mouth on her pale thigh, marking her as his as much as his semen.
“You’re so fucking pretty.” She laughed and he met her blue eyes, loving how warm and well-loved she looked. When she didn’t respond he repeated his question. “You liked hard and fast, baby?”
She reached up and stroked a hand over his chest and down to his stomach. “Oh, yep, I liked fast. I liked your lips, too, Russell.”
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