Redneck Romeo: A Red Hot Valentine Story

by Alexander, Randi

  “Genny!” He shouted as his body jerked, his hips rammed hard and recklessly, filling her as her channel squeezed and convulsed around his cock.

  Her mind popped into a frenzy of white light, her body exploding from within as electricity zapped each cell, shimmering along her skin in bursts of goosebumps. Never had her body responded, her mind ignited, or her skin sparked the way it did with him.

  He jerked and shuddered again, mumbling curses that punctuated his climax.

  Her descent into reality slid her like a slow drop of water down a windowpane until she became aware again—of his arm tight around her, his body quivering, the arm that propped them up shaking. “Nick.” She brushed soft kisses against his jaw. “So perfect.”

  Sucking in a breath, he touched his lips to hers. “You’re unreal. If I’d known we’d be this good…” He tipped his head back and looked at her with eyes darkened with passion. “I would never have given up searching for you.”

  Her throat swelled with the sweetness his words stirred. “Maybe it was meant to be this way.” She didn’t want to presume he was looking for more from her, but she needed to open her heart, let him know what she hoped for. “We’ve grown and found our own paths, but maybe meeting again…like this…was how it was fated to be.”

  Pulling his length from inside her, he sat her up and wrapped both arms around her. He looked down into her eyes. “Our paths crossed again because they were meant to?”

  She nodded, then grimaced. “I did mention I teach philosophy, you know. But you were staring at my lips by that time.”

  He tipped his head back and laughed. “You noticed that, huh?” He kissed her on the tip of her nose. “You’ve always been a deep thinker.” His smile left his face. “Me, I’m just a cowboy who knows something’s been missing from his life.” He shook his head. “Is it too soon to ask you to stay here?”

  Excitement filled her until she feared she’d squeal like a teenager if she didn’t recover her composure. She looked around. “Here? In your kitchen?”

  He chuckled. “I do have a bedroom.” He glanced out the screen door, and she followed his gaze. “Jeez. Not much of a gentleman, am I.” He brushed his hand down the length of her hair. “Anyone could have come to the door.”

  The image brought heat to her cheeks. “Thankfully we’re alone, and those evil dogs aren’t staring in the door.”

  “They wouldn’t have hurt you. If you’d given them something from the fridge, they’d have been your friends for life.”

  “Friends for life.” She let the irony sink in. “It feels almost like that with you, Nick. Like our friendship took a hiatus, and could almost pick up right where we left off.”

  “Halfway through that Shakespeare play?” He picked her up off the table and set her on her feet in front of him. “I still have that playbook. We could recreate the scene down by the lake if…” His face went serious. “Stay with me, Genny. For as long as you’re in town. Stay, and let’s see what happens between us.”

  Joy spread through her, warm and sweet. She would willingly rearrange her life for this man. Words wouldn’t come, so she nodded.

  “Yee-haw!” He lifted her and tried to turn a circle, but got caught up in his jeans at his ankles. “Hang on.” He stepped back and had his boots, socks, and clothes in a pile beside him in seconds.

  He dealt with the condom, then, completely naked, swooped her up into his arms and held her against his chest. “Remember that bedroom I was talking about?”

  ****

  Nick held Genevieve in his arms, the feel of her warm skin against his nearly making him want to howl his claim on her. He took long strides out of the kitchen, along the hallway, and into his big bedroom. He hoped she liked it.

  When his parents had moved, he’d claimed their bedroom, expanded it, and added a fancy bathroom that his overnight lady guests seemed to like.

  Her gaze, though, never strayed from his face. Her lids drooped over eyes that had darkened to a stormy blue.

  A flood of heat engorged his cock, sending it jutting from his body. “Genny.” He set her on her feet but held her tight against him, his hard shaft pressing into her soft, warm belly. “This time, I promise it’ll be slow and sweet, the way I always wanted you.

  Her hands traced the contours of his biceps, along his chest, and down his ribs.

  The slide of her fingers sent warm pulses racing through his bloodstream.

  She licked her lips. “First, there’s something I want to taste.” Staring at him, she lowered herself to her knees.

  “Aw, fu...” His balls tightened and a spurt of pre-cum eased out of his slit. “You don’t have to.” Shit, he’d said that to her eleven years ago, when she asked to touch him ‘down there.’ How did he reconcile the girl she was then to the woman she was now?

  “I crave a taste of you.” She puckered her lips and kissed the top of his knob. “You’re not going to deny me, are you? After you had your fill of me?”

  He’d never get his fill of her. When her tongue wiggled at his slit, a roar of lust sped along his spine from his groin to his brain. All thoughts of the past fled and he stared into the beautiful face of the woman who’d stolen his heart. “Yeah, taste me.”

  She smiled as she licked him, licked another drop of cum from his head, licked along the ridge of his knob, then down the bottom vein and up the side.

  “Amazing.” He couldn’t see straight, his hips tightened, wanting to pump, and he had to clench his hands to keep from grabbing her hair and pushing into her mouth.

  “You’re not a very patient man, are you.” Genny’s hands rested on his thighs as she looked up at him.

  “Eleven years is a goddamn long time to wait.”

  She laughed, then took pity on him and sucked his head into her hot mouth.

  As electric shocks skittered from his cock to his balls and along his backbone, he threaded his fingers in her hair. “Feels good. Don’t stop yet.”

  She backed away and let his cock drop from her lips. “Yet?” Thankfully, she came forward again and drew him into her mouth. Her tongue licked a circle around his head, teasing and pushing him closer to climax.

  “I don’t want to come yet. I want to make love to you.”

  With a sexy hum, she sent vibrations through his cock.

  Nick’s brain clicked off and his head dropped forward. “No.” He had to be inside her sweet pussy. Using every last functioning brain cell, he eased his cock out of her mouth and knelt in front of her. “Let me love you, Genevieve.”

  The soft smile that curved her lips and the mellow expression in her eyes told him he’d said the right thing.

  Wrapping his arms around her, he slid a hand down to the curve of her ass, then lower, cupping the firm globe.

  She surprised him by doing the same to him. “Your ass is the sexiest cowboy butt I’ve ever seen.”

  He resisted the jealous urge to ask her how many cowboy asses she’d seen. “You’ve got the sweetest tush in Texas.”

  Her head dropped back with her laughter. “And knowing Texas the way I do, there’s probably a contest for that, too. Miss Sweet Tush.”

  Nick’s heart thudded at her laughter. He hadn’t heard it in so damn long, and now he had her here in his home. “Ain’t no one going to be judging this beauty, but me.” He squeezed both her ass cheeks in his hands, pulling her bare mound onto his turgid cock.

  “No.” Her smile left her face. “There’s no one else.”

  Her words shot through him like a stray bullet. No one else. He’d like to keep it that way, even if he had to beg.

  In one swift movement, he stood, picked her up, and laid her on the bed. “You’re beautiful.” He grabbed a condom packet from the nightstand drawer then lay next to her, caressing her thigh, feeling goosebumps pebble on her skin.

  She cupped his cheek. “You’re beautiful.” Her brows drew together as she looked into his eyes. “You’ve become a kind, honest, thoughtful man.” She drew in a shaky breath. “The way y
ou handled the home intrusion earlier, like a gentleman.” She grinned. “You didn’t sic the dogs on me.”

  He would have handled it a hell of a lot differently if it had been a man in his house, instead of a gorgeous blonde. “You could’ve just shipped it here. The gun.” Yet, she’d shown up here on Valentine’s Day. “Sent it by courier, or something.” He pushed a lock of her hair from her cheek. “Why did you bring it yourself?”

  Glancing away, she shrugged one shoulder. “I think I hoped to run into you.” Her gaze met his. “Somewhere in the back of my mind, I wanted to see you again.” A tiny wrinkle formed between her brows. “Even if it meant you’d see exactly how unscrupulous my father was.”

  That was a lot of deep psychology for two naked people to be diving into. “I’m just glad you’re here.” He rolled her onto her side so her breasts pressed against his chest, her nipples poking sensually into his skin. “Let’s save the talking part for later.”

  Her hand skimmed along his side to rest on his hip. “Best idea I’ve ever heard.”

  Nick’s cock filled with blood, flying full mast again. Leaning forward, he touched his lips to hers. “I have to feel you under me, to hold you here.”

  With a soft moan, she returned the kiss, her tongue tracing the curve of his upper lip. “I want that. Want you to make me yours.”

  Rolling them, he lay half on top of her. His tongue taking possession of her mouth, playing with hers, slowly licking the roof of her mouth, tracing along her teeth, tickling the insides of her cheeks. Waves of heat rolled through his body, his muscles tensed, and his groin ached for release. But he could kiss her for hours to make up for all those lost years.

  She responded perfectly, taking her turn to taste his mouth and twist her tongue around his. Her body moved in a seductive rhythm under his. “Condom.” Her whisper took a few seconds to reach his brain.

  If she couldn’t wait, he didn’t want to, either. Handing the packet to her, he leaned back. “Put it on me, Genny.”

  Her smile grew slowly. “Another first for us.”

  “Uh huh.” All those years ago, he’d gotten hold of a box of condoms. They’d inspected one and read the instructions, but it had been too soon for them to take that next step.

  She gently pushed him onto his back and sat up. Ripping open the package, she got to her knees and slung a leg over him, sitting on his thighs.

  “Aw, damn.” She was perfect. Her full breasts, flat stomach, and her trimmed, blonde mound opening to show her slick, pink lips. His cock filled and jerked, his balls crowded up. He reached for her.

  “Relax, Romeo.” She swatted his hands away. “Let me have my fun.”

  Lying back, he stared at the ceiling, taking a few deep breaths. He stacked his hands under his head and gazed at her, appearing calm, while his body hummed with the need to take her.

  “Much better.” She smiled, held up the condom, and grasped the base of his cock all in one movement.

  “Damn it, you’re gonna kill me.” Her warm palm on his shaft spread tingles like low-voltage electricity along his skin.

  “I don’t want to do that.” She set the condom on his head and slowly rolled it down, ending with her finger and thumb wrapped around the hilt. “What I do want to do though...”

  Before he could react, she leaned forward and positioned his cock at the slick, hot entry to her pussy. “Wait.” He wanted to—

  She shook her head and eased down onto his hard length, her tight core squeezing him, and sending his objections flying. When she’d taken him all the way, deep inside, she pressed her hands to his chest. “You said you want to hold me here.” Her breathy words came out uneven.

  Lifting herself nearly completely off his cock, she bit her lip then dropped down again, taking him so far in, he could feel his knob touch her cervix. “Maybe I want to hold you, too, Nick.” Her gaze found his. “Maybe I want to feel like I have another chance.”

  A sharp ache flooded the space behind his heart. “You do.” He would do anything for another chance. Grasping her shoulders, he pulled her down flat on top of him. He rolled them until Genevieve was underneath him, his shaft still buried hard and deep inside her. “We do.”

  Chapter Four

  Genevieve’s breath left her as Nick’s hard chest pressed against her breasts, his flat stomach heavy on her own, his hips between her thighs and his staff deep within her core. The moment of complete bliss was quickly followed by the knowledge that this was where she belonged. After her years of wandering, she’d found her home again.

  Propped on his elbows, Nick grasped her wrists and inched his face closer to hers. The intensity of his gaze pinned her, and told her without words that he had her where he wanted to keep her.

  His hips moved, pulling his thick staff out of her pussy.

  His pupils dilated and his eyes rolled back. As he thrust back into her, she canted her hips, letting him in further, pressing her clit against his pelvic bone.

  Sweet, hot contractions worked in her core, and clusters of chills raced up her spine. Closing her eyes, she watched the colors behind her eyelids sparkle and shift.

  Nick’s lips pressed against the corner of her mouth, then nibbled a path to her earlobe. His teeth captured it, sending traces of delight to her nipples.

  He moved faster, pumping into her, rubbing his chest on her breasts, his pelvis on her clit.

  Sucking the tender skin of her neck, he whispered sexy sounds and hot groans. In minutes, his body tensed and he threw back his head. “Genny, come with me.”

  She let herself go, concentrating on the pleasure deep inside her. The orgasm started low in her body, raced up her spine, and exploded in her brain.

  Showers of lights popped and snapped, tingling electrified every inch of her skin, and her channel tightened to grip him like she would never let him go.

  His shout echoed in the big, masculine room, bouncing off the walls like a wolf’s howl. His body shuddered with the last hard strokes of his cock and he collapsed on top of her, still holding her wrists.

  “The real thing—you in my arms—is more amazing than all my fantasies of you, combined.” He eased his weight off her, but kept her pinned. Lifting his head, he smiled down at her. “Did I just admit that out loud?”

  Her heart thudded at his words, his smile. “Yes, you did, and it just about made me want to squeal.”

  “Go ahead.” He released her wrists, eased his cock from her core, and stood. “But wait ‘til I’m in the john.”

  The view of him from behind as he walked away made her squeeze her legs together to enjoy the sweet soreness of her pussy. His narrow hips and legs were pale, while the top half of him was tanned. He was all muscle from neck to ankle. Strength surrounded his body, while tenderness filled his soul. He’d grown up to be as great a man as she’d known he’d be.

  Walking back from the bathroom, he gestured to the hallway door. “Would you like anything? Water?”

  She shook her head and held out her hand. “Just you.” Saying the words gave her more peace than she ever imagined experiencing.

  He froze a moment, then slowly shook his head. “You’ve got me.” He strode to the bed and lay beside her, on his side looking down at her. “Perfect timing, too. I almost gave up hope of having a Valentine this year.”

  She drew a heart on his chest. “We finally get our Valentine’s Day. After all these years.”

  “Tell me everything, Genny. All the things you left out before. I wanna know all the things I missed.”

  She wrapped her hand around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. “First, I’ve got to prove to myself that you’re real. That this isn’t just another dream.”

  He leaned close, brushing his lips on hers. “No dream. Just reality finally going our way.”

  ****

  An hour later, Nick held Genevieve as she slept. She’d talked about her life in Colorado, her family there, and finally of her father, which made her cry a little, before she drifted off to sleep. She’d
had a good life, she loved her blended family and her job.

  Was there a way to convince her she’d have just as great a life here with him?

  The sound of a loud engine outside the window came closer, then stopped near the house. Nick sat up, jostling the bed, and looked out the window. “Damn it.”

  Genny yawned. “What is it?”

  “My brother’s here.” He looked at her naked body and grinned. “Stay here, I’ll get rid of him.”

  She sat up and peered out the window. “Let me at least get my clothes.”

  Nick stood, spotting Rory scratching the dogs’ heads. “Okay, but hurry.”

  They ran down the hall, hand in hand. He peeked around into the kitchen and tugged her in with him.

  Giggling, she grabbed her clothes and sandals and skittered back toward the bedroom just as Rory’s booted foot sounded on the first step.

  Nick swooped up his pants and boots and lunged into the dining room.

  The screen door squeaked as it swung open. “Hey. You in here?” It slammed shut behind him, and footsteps crossed the kitchen.

  His brother knew that wherever the dogs were, Nick was close by. “Yeah.” He pulled on his jeans and left everything else in a pile out of sight. He walked into the kitchen and spotted his T-shirt balled up in the corner.

  “Whoa, bro.” Rory went to the fridge and pulled out a beer. “Looks like you been rode hard and put up wet.” Rory’s black hair was newly trimmed, and his green eyes shone with mischief.

  Walking to the corner, Nick picked up his shirt and pulled in on. “I fell asleep.” He finger-combed his hair.

  Rory’s hand froze on the bottle cap. “In the dining room? Without a shirt on?”

  “Pest.” Nick frowned and grabbed the bottle out of his brother’s hand. “What do you want?” He hated to be rude, but he needed to get him out of here. Fast. The vision of Genevieve in Nick’s bedroom shot wicked pulses of heat to his groin.

  “Hell.” Rory grabbed another beer, twisted off the top, and drank half of it. “I woke the hibernating bear, huh?”

  “Sorry. I’ve got a lot to do. Can we talk later?”