Sexual Healing [Contemporary Cowboys 1] (Siren Publishing LoveEdge)

by Natalie Acres

  He grabbed her chin and pulled her face to his. “Yes, Brianna. You’re going home with me and you’re staying.”

  “What are you talking about?” She nervously wrung her hands. “I’m not in any danger, especially tonight. Handsome and his men are in custody. Dad will probably have his guys heading our way and by morning we’ll be completely surrounded by bodyguards. You remember that much about him, I’m sure. When the going gets rough, he—”

  “Sends someone in to do the job he should be doing himself?” Jax held her firmer when she tried to pull away. “Brianna, I’m sorry. I don’t want to hurt you but I’m not going to tiptoe around the facts either. We can keep you safe. Tyler and Flint are an excellent shot and you already know I wouldn’t let anyone hurt you.”

  “But staying with you?” She shook her head. “I don’t know about all that.”

  “Are you saying you aren’t interested in me?”

  “Level of interest and moving in are two different things.”

  “Think of it as a trial basis then.”

  “Oh and that’s just great,” she drawled. “I move in and get used to things and then you kick me out? No, thank you. I’d rather stay put and take my chances with Dad’s guys.”

  Jax took a deep breath. He relaxed his grip and just about let her get away, but he thought about it for a second longer than maybe he should have, or perhaps would’ve even been considered normal given their history. Instead of releasing her, he threw his arm around her back, hit the lever and reclined her seat.

  “What are you doing, Jax?”

  “What does it look like I’m doing?” He walked his fingers over her waist and clutched her side, applying pressure as he slipped his hand under her hips and pulled her forward. At the same time, he assaulted her mouth, loving the way her lips parted in acceptance and her tongue dueled with his, taking the lead, relenting and letting him have his way once more. “Don’t tell me no, Brianna. Just say yes. All I need to hear from you is yes.”

  “Jax,” she crooned, her fingers raking his scalp.

  Their kiss turned completely ravenous and he kissed a wet path down her neck, pushing her shirt up and over those glorious full breasts, that rack he’d seen earlier and just about come from the visual alone. God help him, he would feast on her sweet body.

  He flipped the material out of his way and cupped the underside of her mound, flicking her nipple with his tongue, loving the way the beaded point grew harder and longer as he rubbed his tongue all over the tight bead. “This is what you need, baby. Somebody to take care of you, a man who wants to pamper you.”

  “Yes,” she whispered, relaxing in his arms.

  He smiled to himself as he sucked her nipple, dragging his teeth over the bud so he could give her a mix of pleasure and pain, delicious delirium and the promise of much more. He pinched the point and dropped his head to her flat stomach, wishing they were already on his big king-sized bed, sprawled out on the comforter. There, he could wash over her like rain, love all over her sweet body until they were both breathless and worn, totally exhausted from the good loving they’d postponed for far too long.

  His cock demanded attention as he fantasized about how he’d take her, how he’d love on her independently, and how he’d later share her with his brothers. He pressed against her thigh, wanting her to touch him, but more importantly willing her to notice his hardness, how she drove his arousal.

  He planned to drive her insane, too. He’d kiss away her pain and concern, and give her everything she needed, everything she deserved to have—safety, security, love and adoration—him.

  She deserved him because in his heart of hearts he knew no one would ever love her the way he would love her, the way he would start loving her right now.

  “Hang on a minute.” God help him, he was losing his mind. He exited the truck, slammed his door, and walked in front of the headlights, wondering if she was focusing on his entire profile or just the obvious bulge in his jeans. He swung open her door and stared down the bridge of his nose, daring her, just damn daring her, to try and stop him now.

  She clutched the seat with both hands, but as her rapid breathing gained momentum, he was certain she understood what he held in store. “Come here.” He crooked his finger back and forth, waiting and watching. “I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do.”

  “That puts you in a pretty good position then.”

  “How’s that?”

  She used his body as an anchor and jumped down from the truck. Landing in front of him, she looked up and said, “Because, Jax, there is absolutely nothing I wouldn’t do for you and we both know it.”

  Now wasn’t the time to remind her that she’d more or less turned him down when she acted appalled by the idea of staying at his place. Now wasn’t the time to talk about anything, come to think of it.

  He carried her to the back of his truck, left her there, and hurried back to the passenger side, flipped the seat forward, retrieved a blanket, and reached under the tool box for his emergency supply of condoms. By the time he rejoined her, she was half-dressed, striking a pose in her bra and red satin panties, bikini cut.

  “Good Lord, woman, don’t you know someone could pull down this road and catch us?”

  “You obviously had similar ideas,” she said, wagging her finger at the box of condoms.

  Of course he did, but he’d—well, he hadn’t thought that far ahead. He stared up at the vixen staring down at him now. Her green eyes were like polished emerald stones. He’d always thought of them as cat eyes, in shape and color. Her auburn hair held a natural hint of red right at the crown and he was betting she’ d never used the first bit of color given the fact her pubic hair matched the shade.

  His mouth watered as he remembered the sight of those private curls, those intimate scattered hairs damp with lust when they’d been down at the river, moments away from consummating their relationship, a relationship that had always been there but had never been given the attention it deserved.

  Jax had made that mistake once. He wouldn’t make it again.

  Tossing the blanket on the bed of the truck, he climbed in and stripped off his shirt as she unhooked his belt, unsnapped his jeans, and ripped down his zipper. He did the honors then and rolled the denim away from his legs, kicking off his boots in the process.

  She licked her lips and blushed as if she hadn’t meant to make an outright illicit gesture. Then, she leaned back on the blanket, using her elbows for support. “Now what, cowboy?”

  “Now I’m planning to get somewhere,” he said, kneeling between her legs and tossing the condom box against the back of the bed near the cab.

  “Where do you want to go?” She placed her index finger on her bottom lip and her eyes filled with true mischief. She spread her legs and hooked one of those shapely calves around his hips, pulling him on top of her.

  He growled and nicked the side of her breast, noticing that little catch in her throat as she sighed out in apparent pleasure and arched in his arms. He settled between those shapely thighs, keeping his cock well out of the equation, and then he slid down her body like a predator on the prowl, a vulture in search of easy prey.

  But this woman wasn’t easy and he damn well knew it. For now, she would hang on to her secrets because she had lived out her adulthood days waiting for this moment, hoping for this night. Just like Jax, Brianna had longed for a moment that would be their moment, their special place in time.

  Chapter Eleven

  Jax devoured her like he’d waited years to make her his. And if a man couldn’t keep a woman in his bed with a tongue like his, there was something definitely wrong with the woman—not the man.

  He thrust inside her with a giving tongue, giving her a dose of pure exquisite satisfaction, pushing inside her with fluttering movements, licking up and down, side to side, in and out, and seemingly satisfied to stay right there, driving her crazy, loving her in a way she’d never experienced, never known.

  “Oh God, Jax,”
she whispered, slapping her hands next to her hips. “It’s so good. There. Oh God yes. Right there.”

  She was seconds away from riding out an incredible release and right when she thought she would take that first fall, he backed away, kissing across her hip and down her thigh, watching her with this burning gaze barely visible in the moonlight. Her ragged breaths fell out in spurts. She fingered his locks, wondering what she’d done wrong, why he’d stopped right when the real adventure was about to begin.

  Before she could ask, he towered over her, pushing his hand between her pussy and his cock and leaving a kiss on her lips before he asked, “How much would you tell me for the best ride of your life?”

  “What?” She was blindsided by the question, taken aback and truly lost. “I don’t understand the question.”

  “I think you do,” he said, his handsome face lowered to hers. “I want to know everything. I don’t want us to have secrets.” He pushed the pad of his middle finger inside her opening. The middle one was joined by two more. “Tell me everything that happened that night.”

  “Oh Jax,” she whimpered, willing him to push just a little higher, to fuck her with those firm fingers and drive her over the first cliff and leave her hanging on the second. She needed the first orgasm, the second, and the third, but if they could just put aside the first one then she would talk. She’d tell him anything he wanted to know.

  “Brianna?” He swirled his fingers around her opening. “I won’t give you what you need until you tell me everything.” His cock pressed against her leg. “I have more control than you might think.”

  “I doubt that,” she whimpered, acknowledging the pressure between her slick folds, the way he applied his fingers, withdrew them before she could clench around them, catch and hold them in place. “Don’t be mean.”

  “Mean?” He laughed. “I’m anything but mean where you’re concerned.”

  “Oh but I disagree, Mr. Jackson. I’ve seen a lethal side of you.”

  He pulled his fingers free of her cunt and bent his head down and licked her pussy up and down, damning her to a personal hell as he teased her. “I’ll hurt anyone who hurts you.” He froze in place, rolling her clit under his thumb in a gentle rotation. “But I have to know the truth.”

  “Why is it so important to you?”

  “I want to know who I have in my arms and in my bed. Don’t you see? I need to know everything.”

  “I’ve told you everything. It’s just not what you want to hear.”

  He rose over her and kissed her lips. She squirmed for a moment, unaccustomed to tasting her own excitement. He devoured her lips then with an incredibly hot kiss, thrusting his tongue inside her mouth as he held her head still.

  “Please, Jax. Just let me come. Fuck me. Let me know you want me as much as I’ve always wanted you.”

  Those blue eyes sparkled like cascading fountains in the middle of the Pacific. “You know how much I want you.” He kissed her lips, trailed to her pussy again, and bathed her clit with a pressurized tongue, lapping over the point until she was stark crazy.

  As if he were already so in tune with her body, he stopped right before he drove her to the first orgasm, right past the brink of no return.

  “Jax! Please!”

  “Yes! Please!” He smacked her pussy with his palm and her entire body jerked with the resonating heat that shot through her cunt and left her longing for another. “I want the truth, honey. That’s all.”

  Her eyes watered and she pushed away from the bed of the truck, drawing her knees to her chest and trembling from the exciting impact of his hand swatting her pussy. “I really have told you everything. Do you think I could act like this, behave in a manner that is definitely one of seduction if I’d been raped?”

  “I would hope not, but I don’t know. We’ve always had this…” He stopped, shook his head, and turned away.

  She grabbed his bicep. “What is it, Jax? Tell me. Please. You want me to be honest with you and in return, you still want to guard your own secrets.”

  “I’m in love with you,” he said, grabbing her shoulders and shaking her once as if he were afraid he’d have to convince her.

  “I know,” she whispered, having realized it from the moment her sisters told her how he’d treated the nursing staff and doctors at the hospital, making demands and throwing his weight around.

  He swallowed and released a hard breath. “I think I was expecting something more than ‘I know’ here.”

  She took his hand in hers and kissed his knuckles. “Why do you think I haven’t wanted to talk about my experience at Paddles and Picnics, at the motel? It’s because I don’t want to hurt you. I love you, too, Jax. I’ve loved you before I even knew what love was.”

  He cupped the side of her face. “I’d go crazy if I thought he raped you, if I thought it had been your first time and it was the way you were—”

  “Shh,” she whispered, seeing then that she had no way around this. Jax Jackson was a man who loved deep and loved hard. He loved completely and without reservations, expecting the same in return. “It wasn’t my first time. I went there looking for trouble. I did.” She swallowed back the bile rising in her throat as she thought about how she’d baited the guy instead of the other way around. “It was pure luck—bad luck, that is—that I hit on Handsome.”

  “He would’ve sought you out if you hadn’t found him first.”

  “True,” she said, remembering how her sister Drina had begged her not to go to the motel with this complete stranger. She still remembered their brief argument, how Drina had told her she had become self-destructive, hell-bent on ruining herself before she was able to catch the real men she wanted—all three Jackson brothers. “But he didn’t have to, Jax. That’s what I want you to know. I went there looking for trouble.”

  “But why?” He studied her face as if he were so pained by her confession that he wanted to remember precisely how she’d looked as she twisted that proverbial knife a bit deeper into the center of his heart.

  “Because the night I came to your house and told you and your brothers how I felt, I was fully aware of the women in your beds.”

  His lips twitched and he seemed to try and ward off a smile. “You were?”

  “Yes. And I also knew—or thought I knew—that if I didn’t have experience, I wouldn’t be seeing the inside of your bedroom anytime soon.”

  “Honey, if you’d wanted experience, all you had to do was ask. You didn’t have to go looking for it on top of that damned mountain.”

  “Obviously I know that now.”

  They were silent for a bit. He just sat there with his knees bumping against hers, his balls squished between his thighs and that long cock of his giving her a complex more than turning her on. How could he be as hard as nails and staring at her like he’d be fine and content if they just sat there all night talking when he had an erection stretching halfway down his upper thigh?

  “I just don’t want to hurt you, Brianna. I don’t want to—take you, fuck you—you know, if another man has ripped into you with pure malice driving him.” His expression softened. “When I make love to you, I want you to enjoy me. I don’t want to be a reminder of bad memories.”

  “You won’t be,” she sang, throwing her arms around his neck. “But if you don’t fuck me soon, I may jump out of this truck and run into the bushes and take care of myself.”

  “Hmm,” he crooned, biting at her lips. “Now that’s something I wouldn’t mind watching.”

  “Too bad,” she whispered, giving back what he gave first, nipping his lips before she thrust between them and drove a kiss of her own, willing him to take her, to finish what he’d already started. “I’ve been honest with you, Jax.”

  “I believe that,” he said, pulling her over him and leaning his back against the truck. At the same time, he grabbed a condom and ripped the foil packet with his teeth. As she eyed his pulsing member, he sheathed himself in protection. Then, he grabbed her wrists in one hand and p
ushed them high above her head. Dipping his, he licked her hard nipples, sending multiple sensations up and down her body.

  “I believe I owe you this.”

  Before she could ask what, he flipped her over and brought her over his outstretched legs. His cock was under her pussy, but she had a feeling that wasn’t the reason he pulled her over his lap. He smoothed his hand over her bottom and popped her with one smack after the other, giving her an incredible spanking, one that left her skin burning, her pussy clenching.

  “If you ever walk in that club again without me or Tyler or Flint, I’ll come in there after you and will spank you in front of an audience.” He popped her ass again, his cock growing harder and more rigid, poking her belly as he delivered the repetitive smacks. “Tell me you understand.”

  “I understand,” she said, loving the way he cared for her, the way he expressed his feelings with that guttural tone, that true ache in his voice. “I deserve the spanking. I know I do.” And she’d known what kind of man she’d find in Jax. She’d known he’d punish her. He’d give her the best of rewards. And more than anything else, she’d known he’d love her.

  “Sit up,” he whispered, pulling her upright.

  Facing him, she used his shoulders for support and lowered her body over his, locking her ankles at the small of his back as soon as her pussy closed around his long shaft. “Ah, Jax.” She felt her breath catch, her eyes roll.

  “Are you okay?” He hadn’t moved. He looked on as if he were perfectly content to just stay right there in that particular position, never jerking, never thrusting, just loving their first connection.

  “I’ll be much better if you’ll move,” she teased, kissing him.

  “Your wish is my wish, darlin’,” he said, pushing up from the balls of his feet and driving inside her with one forceful thrust after another. “Mmm, baby. There we go. God yeah. You feel so hot, so fucking slick.”

  Their first fuck might as well have been her first time altogether. His cock reached a certain depth she hadn’t even known existed. He thrust inside her with a loving gait, dropping his head to her breasts and nuzzling her nipples as he promised to love her, promised to protect her, and swore no one would ever bring her harm.