As long as he was on his back, she decided to take advantage of him. In this position, her ability to strip him naked just increased. She straddled his hips and unzipped his pants. “Lift up.”
She scooted downward as she pulled off his jeans. When his cock popped out, she moaned. “You are so naughty!” He wasn’t even wearing any underwear. That was so not like him.
“Better for you to play with me.”
She had no problem obliging. Resting her butt on her heels, she leaned over and took him in her mouth. “Mmm.”
With the first suck, his hand cupped the back of her head. “You feel so good.”
Wait until he dipped his cock in her pussy. Wouldn’t that be heaven for both of them? She wrapped a hand around the base and tightened her grip. She lifted her hand until it abutted the head. As she lowered her fist again, she was able to take more of him into her mouth. She wrapped her tongue around his stiff cock, loving how his big vein throbbed with each lick.
He propped himself up on one elbow and reached under her chest with the other hand. Even though she had on a bra, he slipped his fingers under the cup and lightly pinched her nipple. A rush of pleasure burst inside her, and she switched from exploring him with her lips to using her teeth.
He groaned and lifted his hips. “That’s enough,” he whispered.
From the way he jerked every time she drew her teeth up his cock, he was ready to come. Being selfish, she stopped.
Without saying a word, he sat up and threaded the bra straps over her shoulders. When her tits popped out, he smiled. “Do you ever get tired of hearing me tell you how much I love these beauties?”
“No.”
“Good.” He clasped her shoulders and rolled her onto her back. Then he straddled her. “You have way too many clothes on.”
With a quick pinch, he undid the clasp. It took a second for him to divest her of her bra. Air pebbled her nipples. As if he was in a race against time, he pulled off her boots, socks, and jeans, and flung them on the floor. She waited for him to take off her panties, but he seemed content to leave them on for now.
Blake slid up next to her and pulled her close. “You make me happy.”
Thrills vibrated through her chest. “I can say the same about you.”
He leaned over and dragged her bottom lip into his mouth. The sensual slowness made her pussy weep. He replaced his teeth with his lips. Eyelids half closed, he moved down her body, making patterns with his kisses. When he cupped her covered pussy, sparks shot up and down her spine.
She clasped onto his shoulders. “I never finished undressing you.”
He leaned back and tossed his shirt over his head. “There. I’m naked, too.”
Yes, he was. While he captured her nipple in his mouth, she threaded her hands through his short hair. The ends prickled her palms. His teeth raked over the crest, and her back arched at the added intensity. Her pussy got wetter.
“Touch my pussy.” She had to have the skin-to-skin contact.
He chuckled. Damn him. She ran her fingernails down his back as low as she could go. Before she could reach his ass, he slipped lower. He ate his way down her belly. Go lower.
Her hands on his muscled shoulders, he sucked on her panties. Even with the material in the way, the pressure helped satisfy some of her urges. When he pushed them aside and slipped in a finger, the torrent of emotions sizzled through her. She bucked when he touched her clit.
“You want me to suck on that pretty little nub?”
He knew she did. “Uh-huh.”
He only pulled her panties halfway down her legs before he returned his mouth to her needy cunt. Holy moly, but that was heaven. He licked and nipped, drawing juices out of her. Pricks of passion stabbed her and her pulse soared. Desperation clawed at her.
“I want you now,” she said in small pants.
That only seemed to incite him more. His teeth grabbed her nub and managed to peel back the hood. Just when she thought she couldn’t get any more excited, he slipped a finger in her pussy and dragged her juices up her divide. She couldn’t decide where she wanted that finger to end up. Both needed his attention.
This time, her puckered, dark hole won. He pressed a finger into her. At first she clenched, but when he hit a wonderfully sensitive spot, her muscles relaxed.
“That’s a good girl. If you clench again, I’ll have to spank you.”
From the way his voice was laced with joy, she could tell she’d like his brand of punishment. She squeezed her cheeks three times. Immediately, he rolled her over and she couldn’t help but laugh.
“You think that’s funny?” The first spank was really only a tap.
“That all you got?”
Blake apparently didn’t like to be challenged because the next blow was harder. Still, his slap wasn’t enough to even redden her ass, she bet.
“I want it harder.”
“As you wish.”
This time the blow stung. Three more times he spanked her. While there was pain, the intensity made her pussy go wild.
“I love that. How can that be?”
“It’s the heat.” He dipped a finger into her cunt and she could barely feel him due to how wet she was. “You do like to be punished.”
She lifted her ass higher and he delivered even harder blows. Each smack brought more pleasure.
“Is my ass red?”
“Oh, darlin’, you have no idea.”
He slid off the bed for a moment and returned. Foil ripped. The relief washed over her. When he lifted her onto her elbows, her ass stood high in the air.
Blake cupped her rear and pierced her pussy with his covered cock. “Jesus, you are tight.”
She didn’t know how that could be since she’d produced so much of her own lube, but his cock did feel big. He reached under her and palmed her nipples. The slight touch almost tickled. At first, his cock moved down her pussy channel, but when he changed his angle of entry, her clit got some action and all hell broke loose. She wiggled her butt to get more friction. His thrusts increased.
He latched onto one nipple with his thumb and forefinger while he slid his other hand over her belly. Sparks of anticipation bit into her. His forefinger pinched her clit as he fucked her harder.
“That’s so incredible.” Her pulse pounded, driving blood through her body at warp speeds. Her breaths came out faster and faster as her climax grew near. His cock pounded into her hard, stretching her walls to the max. She clamped down on his cock.
“Christ,” he exclaimed. He must have been close to coming.
He leaned his face onto her back and kissed her neck. Blasts of chaos attacked her all at once. The hairs on her neck reveled in his touch while her clit caught on fire. Her swollen nipples had long shot into unfathomable wonderment as her pussy sang.
Waves of glory slammed into her as her climax seized her. “Yes! Yes! Yes!”
She expected to feel his cock expand, but instead he pounded three more times then withdrew.
He got off the bed. “Hold that thought. I’m dying here.”
She’d already spent her last ounce of energy, so he was ahead of her. A hint of cinnamon floated over to her. “What’s that?”
“Lube.”
“For my ass?”
“Yes, darlin’. I can’t wait any longer.”
She was so relaxed that she’d welcome his cock in her behind. Blake had said there was nothing more divine than driving down that dark road. She wanted so much to please him.
He ripped open another condom, and must have slathered lube on it for the scent became more intense. She did jerk a bit when his well-oiled finger slipped into her hole, but she was so relaxed from all the fucking that she didn’t even squeeze her cheeks. Instead, she let go any inhibition and decided to enjoy the ride.
He swirled his finger around and around, widening the hole until the tight ring of muscle gave up the battle and opened. Adding a second finger only enhanced t
he experience. He scissored his fingers open and closed until her channel was ready.
With his lips to her ear he whispered, “This should be wonderful.”
She smiled. Only for a moment did she hold her breath when he placed his cock at her entrance. He must have known that she’d be a bit apprehensive since this was her first time, because he reached under her and slid a finger into her pussy. Despite just having the most amazing sex, her body immediately reacted with lustful thoughts.
Successfully distracting her, he pressed her ring open with his cock. Her breath caught. He stopped.
“Easy there. Just breathe.” He rubbed her back while he continued to stimulate her clit.
As her breaths slowed, he traveled another inch. The further he got, the more she realized there were nerves in her ass she never knew existed. “Ooh.”
While she couldn’t see his face, she bet he’d be sporting a grin. Rubbing her ass, he massaged his dick further down her back channel. His hands traveled over her body, from her tits, to her face, down her spine, and finally to her pussy. The soft, smooth touches made her body burn with desire.
When he reached the end, he stilled. He pressed his head on her back. She could feel his jaw tightened. The journey must have made him hang by a thread.
“You okay?” she asked.
“Trying to hold on.”
He pulled out halfway then proceeded forward again. Only this time, her body had accepted the wonders of the journey. He must have sensed the change, for he increased his stroke.
He moaned then groaned. “This is so fucking amazing. I love your ass.”
She loved him being in her ass, though her pussy was feeling a bit left out. If only Randy would come in, she could have both, and then she could die a happy woman.
His speed increased, and his fingers tightened their hold on her butt cheeks. Every time he went deep, his balls would slap against her pussy. Different parts of her ignited with each thrust. Soon, fireworks were shooting off everywhere and her pussy gushed. It was as if she was coming again. How that was possible, she didn’t know. When he pressed three fingers into her pussy, her body exploded. Blood rushed to her head. She rocked back and forth to get more of him. He pummeled her ass. His cock expanded just as her own climax rocked her.
“Oh, fuck!” he yelled.
Heat filled her as he came hard inside her. He dropped his head on her back and let his arms hang. She, too, was out of breath. This time it took a few minutes for them to recoup. Blake was the first to move.
“Be right back.”
He returned with a warm washcloth and cleaned her up. Every bone in her body was tired. Blake slipped into bed, pulled her close, and kissed the top of her head.
“I love you, April.” He said that so softly, she wasn’t sure she’d heard him right.
Exhaustion claimed her before she could even respond with the same thought.
When she awoke the next morning, light streamed into the window. The bed was empty and the shower quiet. It was only eight, so she had time to wash up. The aroma of bacon and eggs filled the room. If she was quick, she’d make the first serving. She jumped in the shower, soaped up, and washed off. She’d do her hair later.
After she dried off and dressed, she headed toward the wonderful smells. Randy would be at work at this hour. Blake’s back was to her as he worked his magic at the stove. She threaded her arms around his waist and placed her head on his back. He smelled divine and his body did wonders to wake her up.
“Good morning,” he said. He tapped her hands, indicating she needed to let go. She stepped back and he placed an omelet and bacon on a plate and handed it to her. “If you’d pour the juice, I’ll get the coffee.”
Coffee she could use.
Once they sat, they both started to speak at the same time. “No, you first,” she said.
“I had a wonderful time yesterday and last night. You are truly a remarkable woman.”
Heat raced up her face. “You always manage to beat me to the punch. That’s what I was going to say.”
His brows rose. “That I’m a remarkable woman?”
She laughed. Blake was good at doing that. “You know what I mean.”
“I do.” He bit into his omelet. “Mmm. I did a good job.” She laughed. “Seriously, we need to figure out what to do with Randy.”
“Last night I dreamed about a possible solution. My mom is a big aficionado of the Cheyenne orchestra. In fact, she’s friends with a couple of people who play with them.” He looked at her with a blank face. That expression she’d never seen. “Don’t you get it?”
“No.”
“What do you think about having my mom try to get an audition for Randy? When the group hears him play, he might end up with a job.”
A smile crept on his face. “That’s brilliant. He’s always claiming that the reason he doesn’t pursue music is because he couldn’t make any money with it. That’s bullshit on so many levels. One, he doesn’t need the money, and two, when we were young, he was bullied for playing. I think he has an image to uphold.”
“I find that hard to believe. Randy is a grown man. If anyone did give him shit, he could take them down so easily it wouldn’t be funny.”
Blake took her hand in his. “Our insecurities never hold up to scrutiny. They are what they are and we have to deal with them.”
“That may be true, but I want to give it a try.”
“If you succeed, you’ll be my hero for life.”
That she’d like to see.
Chapter Twelve
April’s mom went full out trying to make the audition happen, but she had to wait for the orchestra to get back from touring before asking her conductor friend about any openings.
Meanwhile, April spent most of her time studying for her final exam. Blake’s workload jumped into high gear with the new semester looming, so they were lucky if they got to touch base once or twice in the last two weeks. Since she hadn’t stopped by the ranch except a couple of times, she’d only seen Randy one time when he was taking one of the horses out for a ride. She didn’t think he even knew she’d been there. She could have asked for another lesson, but the timing just didn’t feel right.
The hardest part of getting her own apartment was the loneliness. At the ranch, one of her siblings stopped by every few days. Now that Sam had changed her focus from a rancher to teaching people about a rancher’s life, she stopped back home now more than ever. One benefit of the change was that Sam and Dad were getting along better than ever. Maybe the biggest shock was that Sam was spending more time in the kitchen with Mom. When had she decided she liked to cook? Her husbands must have been a good influence on her.
Her brothers only came by every once in a while, but she still missed their visits. More than ever, she realized that having a family was what she wanted. She prayed her mom would pull through and get that audition for Randy. Maybe someday, she, Randy, and Blake could start a family of their own. Wouldn’t that be a dream come true?
When, and if, she found out her mom had succeeded, she’d have to take Randy to a secluded spot and tell him. That way, he couldn’t huff and walk away. Well, he could, but Randy would never leave her alone to ride back by herself.
Her cell rang. It was her mom. “Hey.”
“I got the audition for Randy.”
Every cell jumped for joy. “No way! Give me the details.”
“It’s for this Friday afternoon. They are auditioning for a violinist and a trumpet player.”
That didn’t help. “Randy plays the piano.”
“That is a problem, but Cyril Le Floch, the orchestra’s conductor, said that perhaps Randy could be a guest artist.”
While this wasn’t ideal, if she could get him to show up to the audition, it would indicate he accepted his talent. “Where?”
“Two o’clock at the Cheyenne Civic Center.”
“I can’t wait to tell him.” Actually, she dreaded telli
ng him. He’d give her every excuse in the book why this wasn’t a good idea. She didn’t have class tonight, so a riding lesson might be in order. “I’m coming over. I love you, Mom.”
Her mother’s light laughter seeped into her soul and renewed her energy.
“I’ll have some lunch ready when you get here.”
Racing to change, she mentally rehearsed how she was going to break the news to him. The only way to get him to open up and say he would give it a try was if she, too, took a chance. That meant she’d have to ride the horse for all he was worth.
Once dressed, she rushed outside and headed to the ranch. If he refused to even give the audition a shot, she believed there might not be any hope for a long-term relationship between any of them. She wanted a man who could be himself. Randy was in his essence when he played, not when he put up this shield of not caring. She wanted the passionate person that lived inside Randy to be available all the time.
When she arrived, she rushed up the side steps. Even through the window, she could smell something wonderful cooking.
“Hi, Mom.”
“In here,” she called from the dining room.
To her surprise, the twins were there. “Ian, Max. What are you doing here?”
“We needed to talk to Dad about something,” Max said.
Ever since her dad sold them ten thousand acres of prime ranching land, she hadn’t seen them nearly as much as she would have liked. Since they were seated at the table, she figured they were here for their mom’s cooking.
Mom brought in a pot roast, and Dad ambled in.
He leaned over and kissed the top of her head. “I thought you said you wouldn’t be a stranger.”
“I’m here now. In fact, I’m going to see if Randy will give me another lesson.”
His brows rose. “I thought after you failed to handle Fleet of Foot that you’d never chance getting on a horse again.
“Me, too, but drastic times call for drastic measures.”
He returned her smile with a frown. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Mom placed a bowl of mashed potatoes in front of him. “Eat, Josh, and leave her alone. It’s called love.”
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