by Lora Leigh
Marly frowned as he stared at her like a man starved. She shook her head, smiling at him when he raised his eyes to hers.
“Marly’s way,” she whispered, bending her head to a hardened male nipple on his chest.
Her tongue touched it slowly, wrapping around the point as he arched, groaning like a demented creature.
“Son of a bitch.” His breath wheezed from his throat as his head fell back against the seat.
As her lips caressed the tight point, her fingers went to the other, stroking and soothing, then scraping lightly as she alternately licked and sucked at the tip she held in her mouth.
Then she rose to face him again, her own breathing out of control. His chest was tight and hard, muscular and warm. It rose and fell harshly as he raised his head slowly. Once again, Marly slid her nipple past his lips.
Fire lanced her body as his tongue touched it. He suckled lightly, but his body was as tense as a drawn bow as he did so. He wanted to devour her, to eat her body with all the desperation running inside him. But he did as she asked, laving and suckling, his teeth biting gently. But he added a new dimension to it. One that had her crying out in her own need within seconds.
He sipped at her, suckled her, licked her with slow lazy movements and harsh growls of passion. His hands didn’t touch her, but his mouth, teeth and tongue made up for it. Nuzzling, stroking, suckling slow and easy, then fast and hard until Marly was gripping his shoulders, arching closer and screaming out in pleasure.
“You taste like nectar,” he whispered against her skin, then suckled her deep again. “Sweet and exotic.” He licked her roughly, then soft and easy.
Marly bucked against the hard flesh driving between her thighs, cursing the barrier of jeans and panties between them.
Suddenly, he wasn’t touching her anymore. His head fell back against the seat, and he moaned like a mad man.
“I will not make you cum,” he growled. “I will not, Marly. I will not let you cum while you have me fucking bound up like this.”
Marly was breathing harshly now, her breasts aching, her stomach clenching with need.
“Huh? How? You weren’t touching me.” She blinked down at him.
She knew the pleasure had been exquisite, unlike anything she had known, but she wasn’t going to climax.
He raised his head, staring at her in surprise.
He suddenly groaned again, his head falling back as he ground it into the back of the seat.
“Doesn’t matter. I fucking refuse to get you off, and not even have my hands involved.” But his hips pushed against her again, making them both whimper in need.
“You can do it like that?” Marly had never imagined such a thing. She knew the pleasure was so erotic, so hot it made her scream out in need, but she didn’t imagine she could climax with it.
Cade’s eyes flared with heat, darkening as his face flushed further.
“Yeah.” His look flickered to her breasts. “I could get you off like that. But you have to let me use my hands.”
Marly frowned.
“How do you have to use your hands?”
He grinned slow and sensually.
“I won’t touch anything but your breasts, I promise.”
Marly licked her lips nervously. She didn’t want to lose control. She didn’t want to lose consciousness.
“Sometimes I forget how tender you are,” he whispered, his voice gentle, regretful. “I told you, I’m rough, and sometimes it takes a hell of a blow to show me I’m being too rough. You showed me, Marly. Now let me prove I can be easy.”
“What about you?” She was breathing roughly, dying for his touch.
He looked up from her heaving breasts, and her breath caught at the hunger in his gaze.
“What about me?” he asked her instead. “You call it, Marly. We’re hours from home. We have plenty of time.”
“I don’t want to pass out again, Cade.” It frightened her, her lack of control, the inability to handle the passion he brought out in her.
Cade swallowed tightly, managing a tense smile.
“I can’t promise that, baby,” he groaned. “Hell, I want to pass out every time I come inside you. But I swear I’ll go easier on you. That’s all I can do. I want you that bad, Marly. I want you until I feel like I’m dying.”
Her heart jumped in her chest, her vagina clenched in need.
“No rough stuff?” She needed the promise.
“No.” He shook his head roughly. “No rough stuff, Marly. I promise.”
She licked her lips, fighting for breath, for control.
“Okay,” she whispered. “Make love to me, Cade. Love me, just this once.”
“Just this once?” He burst out on a groan of arousal, of torture. “Damn, Marly. Forever. I love you forever.”
Cade undressed her and himself, slowly. His fingers didn’t tremble as hers did, his body wasn’t shuddering, but he was hot and barely controlled. His breaths rasped from his chest harshly, and when he stretched her along the seat and raised above her she could feel the taut tension that made him seem harder, more masculine than ever before.
“I love your body, Marly,” he whispered as his lips touched hers. “So soft and pretty.” His tongue speared into her mouth, tangling with hers as he kissed her soft and deep. And slow. A caress, a melding of heat and need.
Marly arched into him, crying out at the exquisite sensations, the longing in the kiss.
“I could kiss you all day.” He moved back from her, his naked body braced above her, the long, thick length of his cock lying on her thigh like a fleshly brand.
Marly’s hands ran along his arms, his smooth shoulders. She felt the heat coming off his body in waves, and her body arched to it.
“Such pretty nipples.” He licked each one. His mouth took delicate sips, his lips closing on them, his teeth rasping the delicate points.
Marly cried out, arching against him, her thighs clenching in desperation.
“And here.” His lips moved down her stomach, to her thighs.
Marly whimpered, allowing him to open her thighs gently.
“And here. I love your sweetness, and how wet you get for me.” His tongue stroked gently along the lips between her thighs, curling between them, licking lightly, leaving her arching, begging for more.
Marly’s hand speared into his hair, her thighs opening wider until one leg rested on the floor of the limo, her hips arching into the soft, gentle touch.
“I’ve never touched a woman like this, Marly,” he whispered, then dragged his tongue through the slick evidence of what his touch was doing to her.
When his tongue reached her clit, it swirled around it slow and sure. He suckled it into his mouth, flickering lightly with his tongue as he applied a steady pressure on the little nubbin.
“Cade.” She arched closer, drowning now rather than spinning out of control.
Marly had never known anything so destructive, so sensually searing as the slow licks and gentle nips he took from her. She couldn’t talk, couldn’t think, all she could do was hold onto him as he unraveled her. A long, broad finger sank knuckle deep inside her as another slowly lubricated the little tight hole lower.
Marly’s breathing escalated, her body suspended as she felt him caress her there. Her breath strangled in her throat as she felt his finger sink in. Her muscles parted with little resistance, then clenched on the digit desperately. Her body was inflamed. His mouth worked her into a lather of lust as his fingers drove her crazy. The slow, deep thrusts into her vagina and her anus were building her into a boiling mass of desperation as she felt her climax winding through her body.
“Now, Marly.” He increased the suction, the strokes, the flickering licks until she was screaming, arching.
“Cade,” her wail echoed around her as she felt it erupt, her release deep and gasping, flowing over her, around her until she was shuddering in his arms.
“My turn.” He rose quickly to his knees, then sank the full length of his shaft
deep and hard inside the clenching, gripping depths of her soaked vagina.
“Oh, God!” Her legs wrapped around his thrusting hips, her arms holding onto his shoulders as he began to pound into her with long, hard strokes.
Dazed, pleasure zinging hard and bright through her body, Marly watched Cade’s eyes darken, his face tauten as he took her. Over and over again, he thrust inside her to the hilt, then retreated and thrust again, driving her mad. The first climax was still shuddering through her when the second tore her apart. She couldn’t scream, her vision darkened as she fought to hold onto sanity, hold onto Cade as he thrust one last time then cried out above her.
She felt the thick, harsh jets of his release inside her quivering flesh as she bucked one last time with her own eruption. Then she collapsed. Her arms fell from his shoulders, her legs from his hips, and she gazed up at him in stunned confusion.
It had been just as hard, just as destructive this way, yet she had held on.
Drawing breath into his lungs in quick, labored breaths, Cade stared down at her. Marly still gripped him, still pulsed around him.
“Again,” he growled, moving slower now, stroking rather than taking. “Again Marly, before I die.”
Her head fell back, her eyes closing in bliss as he began to take her slow and easy. Cade had never seen anything, or anyone so damned beautiful, so damned sexy and alluring in all his life. No other woman had been so tight, so hot, driving him mad with a need he couldn’t put a name to, but knew that only Marly could satisfy.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Sam was home within a few days, though he was still weak and tired, spending much of his time reclining in the family room under the watchful eye of his boob tube, or being stuffed with treats by Marie when she came in to check on him. The former cook still had a soft spot for Sam. He was being indulged and pampered, and Marly saw why Cade had put a stop to Marie’s spoiling of them years before. If given the choice, Sam would become a spoiled rich brat in no time at all.
Rick and Tara were out of sight, tracking Jack, Cade had told her the night before. Her face flamed as she thought of the things they had done in front of the window. There had been no thought given in regards to the cowboys watching. Or the stalker. Not that it didn’t add a new dimension to the sex. Marly still wasn’t certain why her blood ran faster, her breathing faster with the thought of the eyes that could be watching.
It frightened her sometimes, the things he whispered to her and the excitement she felt at the thought of doing them. He was pushing her, and Marly knew it. Pushing the boundaries of what she could accept, and what she was comfortable with. There was more he wanted from her, and Marly was more than wary of the fact that those things were not abhorrent to her.
As she came down from their bedroom, the soft soles of her sneakers quiet on the stairs, she heard Cade and Sam in the living room, their voices a quiet, comforting buzz mixed with that of the television. She was wearing the clothes Cade had lain out for her. A short, gauzy skirt that hinted at full spring in the soft creamy background and light pastels of the hazy flowers. The cream colored strappy shirt she wore barely flirted with the waist of the skirt, and with each shift bared her waist, and the small gold ring and accompanying chain that spanned it. She wore white thongs, and no bra.
“There you are.” Cade smiled at her from the doorway to the family room, watching her with approval as she moved toward him.
His eyes were heavy lidded, his look sexual as he watched her.
“You aren’t working today?” she asked him softly, glad to see that he had decided to take Rick’s advice and stay in the house, rather than moving about outside.
“Yeah, Rick put his foot down.” He grimaced. “Make sure you stay inside too, we’ve found signs that Jennings has attempted to get closer to the house.”
Marly breathed in roughly as fear skated through her.
“Where?” she whispered.
“Beneath your bedroom window. I don’t think the nightmare last week was just your fears surfacing, Marly.” He walked over to her, his hand touching her cheek. “I think Jennings was in your room. That’s why the doors were opened when you cried out, waking yourself up. I think you knew he was there.”
Marly felt disgust crawl over her skin. The thought of Jack in her room, touching her. She swallowed the bile rising in her throat. It was an invasion she couldn’t shake off. A rape of her privacy, and her sense of security that boiled in her soul.
“Did he get back in?” she asked desperately, terrified for Cade now.
Jack Jennings would kill Cade if he could; he had already shown that in his attack against Sam.
“No, Marly, he can’t get in now,” Cade promised her, his arm going around her shoulders. “Come on into the living room. Tara and Sam are in there watching a movie. We’ll join them.” He dropped a kiss on her head, tucking her close to his body as he drew her into the darkened room.
The shades were closed, dimming the room intimately. The flickering light of the television washing over Tara’s pretty, if aggressive expression, and Sam’s lazy countenance.
“Munchkin. You finally rouse?” He smiled from his position, stretched out on one of the couches. “Come over here and give me a hug. Cade and Tara are being mean to me.”
“You think everyone’s mean to you,” Tara laughed as she rose from her seat. “You handle him Marly, my patience is wearing thin.”
Marly shook her head. Seeing the boyish expression, the teasing in his eyes as Tara left the room. She walked over to him and bent over for the hug. She wasn’t expecting him to hold her head and cover her mouth with his as the other hand pushed beneath her shirt and palmed her breast, tweaking her nipple.
For a moment, she was shocked. Lust flared in her. Her nipple hardened painfully, her lips opening beneath the steady assault. His moan seconds later jerked her back to awareness. She jumped away from him, staring down at him in surprise as he watched her with a wicked, knowing expression.
Her gaze jumped to Cade. He was watching her with narrow-eyed intensity and a hard-on threatening to burst the front of his sweats.”Come here.” Cade held his hand out to her slowly. “Don’t be frightened, Marly.”
Don’t be frightened? She was fucking terrified. Her body was humming with lust, the flesh between her thighs moist and ready from another man’s touch. From Sam’s touch. And she wasn’t supposed to be frightened?
“Why did you do that?” She ignored Cade, staring down at Sam warily.
“Because I love you too, Marly,” he whispered. “Not as deep, not as true as Cade does, but I love you as well.”
His cryptic answer had her trembling.
“This isn’t acceptable,” she told Cade, trembling and aware of the sudden sexual tension in the room.
“Come here, Marly.” He merely repeated his command, but rather than waiting on her, he advanced on her until he could take her hand himself and lead her to the couch across from Sam’s, on the other side of the television. “Stop worrying so much. Let’s just sit here and watch television and try to get through the next few hours. Hopefully, this thing with Jennings will be over soon.”
Marly couldn’t take her eyes off Sam. Her mind was in turmoil. Cade had seen what had happened. He knew Sam had palmed her breast, that his tongue was in her mouth with that kiss, and he wasn’t angry. He wasn’t ready to kill his brother, and he wasn’t furiously charged with jealousy. He was turned on. Just as Sam was.
“Cade?” He reclined on the large couch, propping his head on the pillows at the end of it, then drew Marly down beside him. She was held against him spoon fashion, staring over at Sam as he watched her.
His eyes were dark, and heavy lidded. The soft material of his sweats was tented dangerously with his erection.
“You’re trembling, Marly,” Cade whispered at her ear. “Don’t be frightened, baby. Nothing will happen that you won’t enjoy. Your body knows what it likes, who it wants, and what turns it on. Don’t be frightened of that.”
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She was confused. She didn’t know where to look, but she couldn’t keep her eyes from the bulge beneath Sam’s sweats. He hadn’t been hard when she came in. He had gotten hard when he touched her. He was Cade’s brother. An indelible part of her life. She loved him and Brock, had spent teenage hours lusting after all three men before she set her heart on Cade. She couldn’t believe this was happening. She couldn’t let it happen.
Cade’s erection was tucked against her buttocks. He too wore sweats, the basic loungewear for the men of the house. They did nothing to hide the hardened virility beneath the material.
“What are you going to do?” Her whisper was a whimper as she felt his hand smoothing the top of her thigh, drawing the small skirt further up as he did so.
“Nothing you won’t enjoy, Marly,” he promised her, his voice dark and deep. “I know you’ve fantasized about him. There’s things I know about you as well. Just as I bet you money your cunt’s hot and wet right now, thinking about Sam touching you.”
She couldn’t deny it. He was right. That didn’t mean she had to do it. It was indecent. It wasn’t right.
“I want to see it, Marly,” he growled at her ear. “There’s so much I want to teach you. So many pleasures I want you to know. Things you could never imagine.” She felt the zipper at the back of her skirt slowly slide down.
“Cade, please—” She didn’t know if she could do this. She was shaking, burning up, yet trembling as though she were freezing.
“I want you to do something for me,” he whispered. “I want you to take your clothes off. Then lie back down beside me and just close your eyes. Just close your eyes Marly, and let me take care of everything. Will you do that for me, baby?”
“Don’t do this,” she whispered, closing her eyes, shocked at the desire to do just as he asked. “Please, Cade. I’m not ready for this.”
“Yes you are.” His lips caressed her neck gently. “You are ready, Marly, you just don’t realize it. We’re nice and safe for the moment, and I want this. I need it. Do this for me, Marly. Stand up, and watch Sam as you undress. Then lay back down and just close your eyes for me.”