Forever Wild: A Camden Ranch Novel

by Jillian Neal

  Thoughts of what he might order up next had her pulse pounding. She circled her fingertips around her clit and writhed in his bed, mostly for show. The tender bundle of nerves throbbed with every frantic beat of her heart, though, and she lost more of her fear.

  “Luke, please,” she begged. She needed more. She needed him.

  “No, sugar. You do as you were told.” He remained in the chair pumping his cock, keeping his hardened gaze locked between her thighs.

  It occurred to her that perhaps this was her punishment for the sock incident. That thought had her rubbing with more vigor. Voyeurism as her scolding was definitely not something she’d secretly played out in her head. Truthfully, she wasn’t that creative. The effect it was having on her was intoxicating, however.

  “I usually have a vibrator when I do this.” She was mildly concerned her fingers weren’t going to bring about the desired effect.

  Another hungry grunt came from her admission. “Oh, honey, we’ll have to play with that next time. Keep going. I want to watch you come.”

  Slipping her fingers just slightly to the right, she located her own magic spot, the one that always drove her over in seconds. Her body lifted and rolled against his sheets. Another groan of approval echoed off the walls. She trembled as the tightening sensation began behind her mound. A soft moan escaped her lips as she imagined Luke’s body restraining her own as he belly-crawled up her and drove his cock deep inside of her.

  “Look at you dripping in my bed. So sweet and so damn sexy. Make my sheets sloppy wet with your cum, darlin’. Finish for me.” His low baritone rumbled across her flesh. Every command loosened her grip on all she’d understood about herself before. Raw abandon consumed her. Never before with him or any of the other men she’d ever been with had she been more aroused. She longed to obey him, but couldn’t explain to herself how that fact equated to the pure sexual power surging through her soul. She felt desired and beautiful. With one more stroke of her own fingers, she shook and came on a wispy cry of his name.

  “Watchin’ you come for me was so pretty, sugar. God, you drive me wild.” Luke was on his knees by the side of the bed a half second later as the weak orgasm left her desperate for more. Gripping her waist, he jerked her body towards his face. “Beautiful little snatch, swollen pink and soaking wet for me.” He ran three fingers down her pussy, centering his middle finger along her slit. Her entire body shivered.

  “It’s tender, isn’t it, baby? Just relax. I’m about to clean up all of that honey you made for me.” With that, Indie whimpered and writhed as he flattened his tongue and ran it softly between her slit, bathing her thoroughly. He granted her clit one gentle suck before he located the overly-sensitive patch of skin between her ass cheeks. She gasped and clenched. A wicked chuckle breathed over her folds. “We’ll work on you staying relaxed for me later. Pretty little rosebud.” He spun one finger around the puckered opening of her backside. “It’s all mine, baby. Get used to it.”

  Indie had no time to process any other thoughts on Luke Camden rimming her ass or any of his other plans. Her entire body honed in on the longing to beg him to do whatever he’d like. She was his willing companion in every way. He continued his feast of her, and she gave herself over to the persuasion of his expert tongue. When he licked back up her slit, he dipped and spun his tongue in her opening. Her thighs locked tighter around his stubble. He hadn’t shaved that morning, and the friction left whisker burns on her skin. The slight chaffing mixed in a seductive cocktail with the soft strokes of his tongue. Her hips undulated and her pussy moved against his mouth.

  “You like fucking my tongue don’t you, sugar? You taste so damn sweet. I could stay here for hours. Letting you mark my face with your scent. It’s so good.” His tongue danced higher, spun around her clit, and then drew it in with another soft suckle.

  “Oh God, Luke, please, please.”

  “Please what? What’s my girl need?”

  “Fuck me!” She barely recognized her own voice, harsh, breathy, and woven with desperation.

  Another suck, faster this time. So close. So close. She rocked faster against him. It was right there. But he lifted his head and gave her a wicked grin as she whimpered from the unwanted vacancy.

  “I would, sugar. I’d sure as hell planned to, but you up and decided to wear socks and then to call me up and tell me about it. Ornery, don’t you think? Drives me crazy wanting you when you get stubborn like that, but I’m not gonna give you anything right now to fill that ache deep inside I know you have. I’m not gonna give you my fingers or my cock, as fucking bad as I want to fill you so full you can barely walk and all you want is more. Now be still.” He locked his hands around her hips, pinned her to the mattress, and spun her clit into the fiery heat of his mouth.

  Rapid lashes of his tongue brought her to the apex of ecstasy before she could process that he wasn’t going fuck her. The empty hollowness of coming around nothing made her long to beg him. She could get him to fuck her. She knew she could. Maybe.

  Luke Camden would never deny her anything she truly wanted, but he seemed pretty damn certain of what he was willing to give. ‘I’m taking that as a direct challenge, Indie.’ Her taunting about him not being kinky enough for her fantasies replayed from the single brain cell that still housed the ability to formulate thoughts. She lost the capacity to argue or speak at all when the all-encompassing orgasm he drew from her with his tongue ripped through her like a tidal wave. Heated arousal rose from her mound and crashed through her body, sizzling outward from her core to her fingertips, melting her completely. The intensity of the aftershocks made her weak. She was still trembling a full minute later.

  His capable hands slipped under her back as he pulled her into a seated position.

  With barely a half-second of realization, she blinked rapidly as his straining erection bounced against his chiseled abs. She was face to face with his cock, leaking for her, throbbing, and desperate. Years of horseback riding, hauling hay, cattle, and equipment made his luscious body appear to have been formed of hardened steel. Quickly, he lifted the t-shirt over his head and kicked off his boots and jeans. She ran her fingers down his abdomen and then, keeping her eyes locked on his, she traced one finger up the throbbing vein that ran from the root of his velvet cock up the purple head. Hot air hissed between his teeth. His eyes closed in an extended blink and then locked onto her with another round of molten heat.

  The way he stared at her like she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen stripped away the insecurities over her thick curves, the scars under her breasts, and most importantly, the markings on her soul.

  Grasping his own cock, he dragged the wet tip along her lips, back and forth, covering her mouth in pre-cum. Desperate to consume his salty, earthy flavors, she licked the essence from her lips. “No, ma’am. I’m gonna give you more than a taste, honey, but you lick it from me.”

  She immediately complied, spinning her tongue around him and teasing the sensitive fold of skin just below his head. His abdomen contracted as he laced his fingers through her hair, and he fed her his cock in one slow fluid glide. “That’s it. Take more for me.” He half-strangled on the next order. “Put your hands behind your back. I don’t want to see anything but my cock sliding in and out of your beautiful mouth and your gorgeous tits teasing my sac when you take me all in. Hands just get in the way, sugar.”

  Damn. Damn. Damn. Where had this been the last fifteen years? She supposed showing up unannounced in the middle of the night randomly didn’t really lend itself to much more than a quick reconnection. Another round of liquid heat coated her inner thighs from his orders. She placed her hands behind her back and held one in the other as she sucked with more vigor. Magically, her kinky fantasies of him began to blur with her reality, and she wasn’t certain she would ever recover.

  Keeping one hand gently guiding with her hair, his other traced the hollowing of her cheeks. “So damn beautiful. My God, how the hell did I get you?” He shuddered as
she relaxed her throat muscles and took him deeper. A rasping growl echoed from his lungs. The dichotomy of the hard set of his muscles paired with the slack of his jaw and the soft hunger in his eyes. God he was gorgeous. The flavors of Luke, raw and potent, saturated her every sense.

  She pulled back, spinning her tongue as she drew him in until she released him and then immediately returned almost to his root. His body jerked as a whispered rasp of her name formed on his lips.

  “I’m right there, sugar. God. Suck hard. Finish me.” A moment later a hot splash of cum filled her mouth. She swallowed it down. “Keep going,” he barely voiced the order, lost in what she’d given him. His body trembled as she cleaned him thoroughly.

  When he fell into the bed beside her, he cradled her tenderly in his arms, against his chest, tucking her into the heated masculinity that always made her feel safe.

  “That was incredible, baby. Thank you.” His low drawl was perforated with satisfaction.

  Indie hadn’t sorted through everything they’d just shared. All she knew in that moment was she wanted to experience more, much more. “Uh, where exactly has all of that been hiding since we were in high school?”

  “Liked it, did you?”

  “Hell yeah, but I … kind of feel like … I’m dreaming again … maybe.”

  Luke turned to stare into those gorgeous green eyes that had always held the secrets to the entire universe. He had no idea how to explain to her what had just happened. Tucking a stray strand of her auburn hair behind her ear, he tried to formulate some kind of answer.

  “Indie, honey, I just .…”

  “What?” her soft whisper and the love he saw glowing in the intensity of her gaze spurned him on.

  “If I ever ask you for something you don’t want to give me, you know I’d never make you.” The thought of forcing something on her made him sick.

  She pressed her index finger to his lips while he was lost in contemplation. “I know that. As pissed off as I am that I didn’t get your cock this time, I really loved all of that. Here I thought you were just gonna paddle my backside for wearing socks.” Her impish grin accompanied an adorable giggle, and intrigue played in her eyes.

  “You’re so damn beautiful.” He couldn’t help but tell her. Her lush curves were pressed against him, warm and supple. Her cheeks were flushed pink and her lips swollen red from her work. She was perfection. “Would you like to be spanked, darlin’?” The thought alone swelled his cock despite the fact that she’d just drained him thoroughly.

  “What would you think if I said I think I might? I told you, my fantasies of you get pretty darned kinky.”

  He grasped her right hand and wrapped it around his rapidly stiffening cock. “You just sucked the life right out of me, and I’m beyond exhausted. Do you feel what you’re doing to me, laying here in my bed, naked and perfect, telling me you want to explore with me?”

  A harsh swallow contracted the long feminine column of her neck. She nodded her head.

  “That answer your question?”

  Another nod was her only response.

  “I’ve never been this way with other women. I’ve never wanted this level of intimacy with anyone but you. You understand what I’m telling you? I’ve never let myself be this open about what I want with anyone else, and I never will.”

  “Yeah, I’ve never done any of this with other guys either.”

  “Good, but I really don’t want to hear about you and other guys. You’re mine. You understand that?”

  “I’m pretty sure I’ll always be yours, Luke. I always have been, but that don’t mean I’m staying here.”

  Too tired to argue with her and still playing cautiously with so much to lose, he leaned and kissed the contention from her lips. Tasting himself inside her mouth, he groaned as he pulled away. “So many things I want to share with you, Indie. What if two weeks just isn’t enough?”

  “Let’s just see what happens for the next two weeks. No reason I can’t come back more often.”

  With a sigh of irritation, Luke tucked her head under his. “Sleep with me for a little while, then we’ll go back out and check Cassie before I spend all damn night making you come for me in every possible way I can think of.”

  “Mmm, I love the sound of that.”

  “Good.”

  Chapter Nine

  An hour later, Indie’s eyes blinked open. A grin formed immediately on her features. She was tucked up in Luke’s fiercely protective embrace with a pillow of firm muscle under her face. Waking up like this every darn day would be pretty nice her heart taunted. Clearly, it wasn’t going to lay off. Against her will, it had taken up Luke’s banner. Her brain, however, still had her back. She mentally ran the lengthy list of reasons she would never and could never stay in Pleasant Glen.

  She started with her mother, the mayor, the fact that a town with less than two-hundred people could not possibly need two mechanics, that she would make a piss-poor rancher’s wife given that the extent of her cooking knowledge pretty much halted abruptly at sandwiches, and the fact that she did not want to stay home, make babies, and tend cattle.

  Then she moved onto the fact that Clarke was the deputy sheriff, that the entire town already knew she and Luke were back together because gossip spread around this place faster than fire spread across a dry field soaked with kerosene. Quickly added in the fact that the mailman, Miles, was approximately four hundred and seventy years old, blind as a bat, and still attempted to read everyone’s mail before he delivered it. Then she settled on the final reason — she simply could not deal with a town that for all intents and purposes continually re-elected the man that had destroyed her family. It was a slap in her father’s face every single time he was named mayor again, and she would not exist in a town that would do that.

  Fortified by what she considered to be perfectly logical reasoning, she leaned up in the bed and stared at the ancient alarm clock on the bedside table. It was just after three.

  Clearly still exhausted, Luke slept like a baby beside her. Restless, she eased from the bed and redressed. She needed to do something. Even considering staying in town, marrying Luke, and completely changing her life was all too much.

  Heading out into the pastures, she let the low murmured bellows of the cattle lead her towards the barns. By the time she reached the barn to check Cassie, she’d repeated the phrase, ‘You love Oklahoma City. You’d miss it if you left,’ numerous times. Somehow, she knew she already missed the wide open spaces, flying across the fields on her horses, and Luke infinitely more than she would ever miss her tiny apartment, breakfast at Jimmy’s Egg, Lake Eufaula, the steep-cliffed Mesas, and Route 66. There were an infinite number of things she would never miss about Oklahoma City as well. The constant harassment she received from her male coworkers for one, but she fought valiantly to keep those thoughts at bay.

  When she entered the barn, Holly was pulling another empty bottle from Cassie’s mouth. Much to Indie’s delight, Cassie stood and walked with shaky legs back to the nest Luke had created for her out of hay and blankets.

  “She’s getting stronger with each bottle,” Holly assured. “Still not out of the woods yet, though.”

  Indie followed the calf into the horse stall and grinned when Cassie nuzzled her head against her thigh. She loved on her for several long minutes before she thought of what would be the perfect remedy for her nerves over the experience she’d just shared with Luke. “So, where’s the tractor Luke tried to fix?”

  Holly giggled. “It’s out in the shed. Come on, I’ll show you. We’ve been making do with the old one. Sure be nice to be able to run them both, though. My big brother is good at a lot of things. Engines are not one of them.”

  “He most certainly is.” The words slipped from Indie’s lips in a half moan before she remembered whom she was talking to.

  Holly cringed and then laughed at her outright. “That would definitely be too much info for me. I must say you do look mighty happy, and I’m sure he looks li
ke the cat that caught the canary. You two always have that effect on each other.”

  Indie turned her head to the wind, trying to keep Holly from noticing the fevered blush on her cheeks.

  “Oh, come on. I’m not a little kid anymore. I’m majoring in Sexual Psychology, for crying out loud. You don’t have to be embarrassed with me.”

  “What?” Indie gasped. “Do your brothers know that?”

  “No,” Holly sighed. “No one here knows. I haven’t even told mom or Natalie. I don’t know how to look Daddy in the eye and tell him I plan to become a sex therapist. I mean, I doubt he’s ever even heard of one. To most cowboys the only possible problem that could come from sex is not having enough.”

  Laughing, Indie’s mind quickly conjured Luke’s commanding thrum while he guided them deeper into a sexual relationship they hadn’t yet explored and how skillfully he’d always orchestrated her orgasms. Even in high school, after the first few times, he always made certain she was satisfied first. “Not all of them, but yeah, your dad’s gonna freak.”

  “Right? And he’s been paying for my classes, so I don’t know what to do. Thankfully, he’s never really looked at my class lists when he pays the bill. Please don’t say anything to Luke.”

  “I won’t, but you better figure out how to tell them. They’re all gonna be sitting there when you graduate. Be a hell of a thing to discover then.”

  “Believe me, I know.” Holly sighed as they entered the old shed. The metal walls shuddered and creaked with the wind. The tractor hood cover stood open on the beast of a machine. Indie couldn’t help but grin. The large diesel engine beckoned her, and the smell of oil mixed with a hint of exhaust soothed her soul.

  “All right, where are the extra parts?” she chuckled.

  “I think he stuck them over here.” Holly moved some old buckets, oil cans, and several wrenches off of a metal tool bench. Lifting a half dilapidated box lid, she rolled her eyes and handed it to Indie. “I would’ve harassed him more if I had a clue what any of this is.”