Rocky Mountain Romance (Six Pack Ranch Book 7)

by Vivian Arend

  Precariously balanced on her arms with her hips in the air, she waited for the moment when he’d drive his cock into her pussy.

  When it happened it was without preamble. No warm up. No harsh thrusts. Just a steady push as he entered her body and drove the remaining air from her lungs.

  “Oh God, yes.”

  Then dammit if the bastard didn’t freeze. He sat there with her pinned in place like some freaky butterfly specimen. The thickness of his cock was impossible to ignore, spreading her wide, making her far too aware of his presence.

  His grasp on her hips tightened as his fingers dug into her muscles. His thumbs like nails into her butt muscles. Melody squeezed around his cock, loving his reaction as she dragged a moan from his lips.

  “Bad girl.” He smacked his palm against her right ass cheek.

  It wasn’t just the way he held her immobile, but everything about the way he touched her. His fingers danced over her skin, the light brush a sharp contrast to a moment later when he scraped his nails over sensitized nerves. She wiggled, trying to get him to move, but it was impossible.

  “Damn you, Steve. I said fuck me.”

  “You asked for it.”

  And finally, finally, he delivered.

  He pulled back so every inch of her felt every inch of him. She expected him to drive forward in a rush, thrusting deep, but instead he moved like molasses twice, three times—four. He repeated the slow rocking motion until she thought she’d go mad.

  Then he slid a finger between her cheeks, pausing to play with the sensitive spot.

  Oh, damn.

  “I want to take you here,” he said.

  It wasn’t a confession, and it wasn’t a question, and when he lowered her to the bed and stepped away for a moment, Melody debated snatching up her things and racing from the room.

  The other part of her wanted to get right back into position and let him do his worst.

  He returned while she was in the middle of rolling over, his dark gaze taking in her half-naked body, and the T-shirt now bunched around her chest.

  “Going somewhere?” he asked, tossing a bottle of lube onto the bed beside her.

  Melody scrambled back on the bed, and he went straight after her. Trapping her under his body and kissing her madly. His body connected with her naked skin from the waist down. It felt oddly humbling to be so vulnerable.

  He pressed up on his hands to stare into her eyes. His breathing as erratic as hers. “Yes?”

  She quivered under him. “I’ve never done that before,” she admitted.

  His nostrils flared as he took a deep breath. “Then I’ll make it good for you, sweetheart. I’ll make it really good.”

  He kissed her, this time a gentle touch like a morning breeze. While he caressed her lips, his fingers were busy at work, stripping away the shirt from her body, and undoing her bra until she was bare and vulnerable, completely at his mercy.

  His shirt came off as well, flying into the corner of the room, but her eyes stayed pinned to his torso. To the beautiful muscles flexing as he rid himself of his jeans before leaning down to press a kiss over her heart.

  The next ten minutes were all about sensation as he licked and sucked, his hands moving over her, pinching with his fingers until her nipples were rock solid and her breathing was ragged.

  Farther down he moved, butterfly kisses flitting over her skin to her belly button. One hand skimmed over her until his fingers dipped between her folds to tease her clit.

  And then his mouth was between her legs, his hands cupping the backs of her knees as he lifted her thighs apart and proceeded to blow her mind. Sensations built in one wicked rush until her entire body tightened with pleasure, and she called out his name.

  But he didn’t stop, driving her past the point where she might have been able to relax, her body sated with pleasure. He alternated tickling her clit with his clever tongue and sucking lightly as one finger stroked into her pussy. Then two fingers, easing in and out far too gently to make her come.

  He was between her legs, her body twitching every time he hit the right spot, when his fingers moved lower. Circling, taunting. Out of nowhere extra moisture trickled between her cheeks, and the next time he put his mouth over her clit, he pressed one finger into her butt, spearing her on the thick digit.

  It was the strangest sensation, not at all unpleasant. Especially not when combined with a rapidly approaching climax. Melody clutched her knees and held them out of the way, tilting her pelvis in a clear indication she enjoyed what he was doing.

  And what he was doing was shoving her off the cliff. This orgasm hit hard and quick, her body pulsing, butt squeezing around his finger.

  He groaned in approval. “You’re going to be so damn tight.”

  She glanced down to see him staring at her, the fire she’d felt in her soul earlier transferred into his gaze.

  Wicked hot, white hot.

  He wiped his mouth with his hand as he continued to ease lube into her ass.

  “Is it good?” he asked.

  Melody took a moment to consider the new sensations, but she could honestly answer yes. “It feels weird. Not at all like when you go in my pussy, but it’s good.”

  Every bit of her was warmed up and ready, and when he stood and stared down at her, she found it difficult to muster any embarrassment at the position she was in. She lay flat on her back with her knees held wide, offering a personal invitation for his incredible body to sink in deep.

  He fisted his cock, moisture glistening over its length as he covered himself with lube. The entire time, though, his eyes never lost focus, never moved away from hers—as if she were the only thing in his world.

  He knelt at the edge of the bed, staring into her soul. The tip of his cock pressed to her hole with enough steady pressure she knew he was there.

  “Tell me,” he said. “Tell me if you need anything.”

  Melody clutched her knees harder, breathing out as he pushed his hips forward. For the first moment she didn’t think anything was going to happen, and then his cock broke through her resistance.

  “Oh my word.”

  He froze. “Sweetheart?”

  It sure the hell didn’t feel like having his cock in her pussy, but she didn’t want him to stop either. “Go really, really slow, okay?”

  Steve nodded, dropping a hand between her legs and pressing his thumb over her clit. For a few minutes he didn’t do anything except play with her, and the longer he teased, the less it felt as if she were being invaded, and more as if she was holding back from experiencing something incredible.

  She caught his gaze and nodded, her breathing picking up again. “A little more.”

  The next couple minutes he showed so much control, using such small movements it had to be driving him mad. After half a dozen infinitely careful rocks, it was as if he’d flipped a switch inside her. No longer was she waiting for pleasure to arrive. It rushed over her, a cool, electrifying sensation that seemed out of place, and yet so perfect.

  She slipped her fingers under his and took control of her clit. “I need more,” she demanded.

  He lowered his hands to her hips, and pulled back an inch before sinking all the way in, bumping their groins together.

  His eyes rolled back in his head. “Fuck, that feels good.”

  Without any lying on her part, Melody could agree with him. More than agree—she was close to another orgasm. “It feels really good.”

  Slowly at first then faster, Steve pulled back before thrusting forward, opening her and controlling her. The only things she could do were dance her fingers over her clit with her right hand, and clutch the bed sheets with her left.

  They were caught up in the moments before the end. The fire that had burned her earlier now centralized in her ass and pussy as he drove his cock into her. His finesse vanished as the grip on her hips tightened, and he hauled her back onto him, each motion harder.

  Each more perfect.

  Between breathing in t
o say his name and getting the word out, the orgasm surprised her. Stole her breath as everything tightened in her lower body. Steve shouted, and she could imagine why as her ass clamped down on his cock like a fist.

  Then they were both shuddering with their release, her fingers falling away as she caught hold of his shoulders. He held himself over her. Cock buried in her body, intimately together.

  Completely connected.

  After the shaking was done, after Steve had taken her to the shower and they’d washed each other with soap bubbles until they couldn’t stand it any longer… After he dried her off so tenderly her throat began to tighten with emotion…

  After all that, he curled himself around her in the bed, their naked bodies spooned together as their breathing settled.

  He brushed hair from her face as he nuzzled his chin against her neck. “You feel better?”

  Melody had to think hard to remember what he was asking. And then it didn’t matter what had brought her there. Not anymore.

  “I feel great,” she admitted.

  She cupped the back of his head and offered her lips for a gentle good-night kiss.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Steve pushed through the door at the hardware store, the small bell overhead chiming softly and turning attention toward him. Conversation stalled among the three men at the counter as they glanced his way, one of them looking damn guilty before turning his back and pretending to make a big show of paying his bill.

  His sister’s words came to mind—Anna had said people were talking.

  Good thing Steve’s give-a-damn was broken. There was nothing going on between him and Melody to be ashamed of, and he certainly wasn’t ashamed of her, either.

  “Steve.”

  He faced Barry Ragan, offering the barest smile he could. The man rubbed him the wrong way, although he could never say why. “How’re you doing?”

  “I was doing great until I got my bill from your girlfriend.”

  Awesome. Money complaints were a common thing to bitch about, but no way was Steve going to step in the middle of it.

  “That’s always the toughest part,” he offered sympathetically. “We take care of our animals best we can, but when we need an expert, it costs.”

  “Oh, hell, I don’t have any troubles paying for an expert. I have troubles paying for treatment that didn’t work because some little girl likes to pretend she knows what she’s doing.” Barry gave him a stern look. “You need to take some control over that woman. Get her involved in raising puppies or something that doesn’t interfere with our livelihoods.”

  For fucks’ sake. Steve lost all patience with the man.

  “Sure. How about I just get her pregnant? I could keep her barefoot and in the kitchen so she can spend the day chasing after my rug rats and not bother you any longer with her five years plus of veterinary training.”

  Steve’s phone went off, buzzing with his mother’s ring tone, and he stepped away from the idiot to answer her. Jesus, some people were assholes and stupid. “Hi, Mom. You need anything from town?”

  Her normally upbeat tone was missing as she rattled back rapidly. “My sister broke her hip. I just got the phone call, so I’m headed to Edmonton to take care of the kids until she’s out of the hospital.”

  “Damn, how the hell did that happen?” His aunt was far too young to be breaking bones unless she’d been in a huge accident. “Is everyone else okay?”

  “She fell down the stairs. It sounds like she’s lucky she didn’t break her neck.” In the background he could hear his father speaking, then rustling noises as his mom rushed to pack. “Sorry for taking off and—”

  “Are you kidding? Of course you’re going to take care of Auntie Deanna. Don’t worry about us. We can handle everything at the ranch, and I’ll make sure to keep an eye on Dad.”

  “I heard that,” his father called. “I’m not a baby. I’ll take care of myself, thank you very much.”

  “Yes, you’re all grown up. Now be quiet while I talk to our son.” His mom came back on the line. “I’ll leave a list of everything that needs to be done around the house, and you can contact the Whiskey Creek girls to give you a hand if you need it.”

  “Don’t worry about us,” Steve assured her again. “Take care of your sister, and let us know if there’s anything we can do.”

  He hung up and glanced around, but Barry had vanished—thank God. So maybe his sarcasm hadn’t been the best response, but it was a stupid conversation in the first place.

  Steve had just picked up the first of his shopping-list items when it hit. With his mom gone and his dad out of commission, it was down to the three boys running the ranch.

  Strange how realizing that made the enormity of his responsibilities that much bigger. He knew the shifting of tasks from one generation to the next was natural. That was partly what he’d been preparing for over the last year, not only to impress Melody, but to do his damn job without being told. Just like a grown-up.

  The trip back to the Moonshine spread seemed a little more significant than usual.

  He’d barely finished carrying his purchases into the barn when his little brother appeared. Lee nodded a greeting, sauntering past with buckets in both hands. “I take it Mom told you the news?”

  “Yeah, I heard.” Steve glanced around to see if there were any emergencies to deal with in the barn. “We’re going to need to plan ahead even more. You available tonight so we can talk? I’ll contact Trevor and make sure we can all make it.”

  “Meeting here, right? Because if you leave Dad out, it’ll make him feel worse.”

  That was one mistake Steve had no intention of making. “He might not be feeling well but his brain works fine, and he’s got years of experience on us. There’s no way I want to do this without him.”

  Lee grunted in approval, turning on his heel and heading toward the chicken coop.

  Steve’s mind turned back to the family dinner, and curiosity got the better of him. “Hey, Lee. Who are you interested in?”

  “Not talking about this,” Lee called over his shoulder as he continued on his path.

  “Oh, come on.” Steve jogged after him, not to tease but because he was honestly interested. “You can tell me. Maybe I can help you get together with her. You could double date sometime with me and Melody.”

  His little brother didn’t answer, unlatching the gate to the coop and stepping inside. He dipped his hand into the bucket to scatter seed, silently watching as the chickens rushed in circles, pecking at the ground.

  A striking image of the strong, silent type—the only problem with that was not talking didn’t help anyone move forward. “I’m not being a shit. Is there someone you’re interested in?”

  Lee paused, resting the bucket on the railing outside the coop as he opened the sidewall to get at the laying racks. “Doesn’t matter if I’m interested in her or not. It’s not going to happen.”

  Oh boy. This was more mysterious than Steve had expected. “Why would you say something like that? There’s no reason someone wouldn’t want to get involved with you.”

  His brother was back to ignoring him, reaching carefully into the nests and placing the eggs in the empty bucket.

  “Why is this an issue? Girls don’t think you’re hideous. Have you asked her out? Is there—?”

  Lee turned on him. “Let’s not do this. I don’t need your help with my love life.”

  “I know I’m not the best example,” Steve said, ignoring Lee’s protests. “In fact, I’m the poster child for how to be a shitty boyfriend, at least if you look at how I treated Melody last year. But I can’t think of any reason why a woman wouldn’t want to get to know you better. You need to not give up so easy.”

  “She’s married,” Lee blurted out.

  All Steve’s encouraging gusto vanished into thin air. “Oh.”

  His brother snorted in derision. “Yes, oh. Which is why I told you to drop it. It’s okay, it’s not as if we were destined to be together. I’ll
get over it.”

  “Still sucks,” Steve commiserated.

  “That it does,” Lee agreed, going back to his task. “I’ll see you at supper. I already got things going for a spaghetti sauce, so it won’t take long to pull together a meal. We can talk then.”

  Damn. Just another broken cog in the wheel. Maybe it was because he’d found out how good it was to have Melody in his life, but he felt doubly awful for his brother.

  Steve made his way through the afternoon chores. Too many things to think about, too many things to deal with. But in the middle of all of it, his mind kept returning to Melody.

  No matter how busy he got, he wasn’t going to let their relationship suffer. She was too important. Somehow they’d work it out.

  It had been driving her crazy. Every time she passed Daltons’ land she’d been in too much of a hurry to stop and check on the horses. Too much time had passed, and she’d had enough.

  Today she was making time, even though it came at the end of a full day’s work. Melody pulled to the side of the road closest to the nearest stile, grabbed a pair of work gloves and headed for the shed.

  From the back of the truck, one loud bark rang out, and a sudden thrill of happiness struck. It was strange having a dog around, but also wonderful. Charlie had turned out to be a fabulous helper and a great companion.

  Melody considered before lowering the tailgate and giving the command to come. “You need to listen,” she warned. “I don’t know what we’re going to find.”

  Charlie bounced over the grass ahead of her, uncovering a game trail that led straight to the horse shed. Melody followed at a slower pace, her mind wandering through the different experiences of the past few days.

  It was strange how life could be amazing and yet at the same time terrible. She slipped her hands into her pockets as she strolled forward, Charlie sniffed everywhere, running back and forth between Melody and the next interesting discovery on the path. Having an animal that was so well trained that she stayed close without being called. That? Was one of the good things. Having a dog in her life was amazing. It was something Melody had always longed for, and finally having it happen was like a miracle.