by Celia Aaron
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The sun was in my eyes. I was in my own bed. No satin, no ropes, no blue sky above. I had left that possibility in the dust. Though it made my heart ache, I knew it was the right choice. I stretched my arms out above me and turned over … right into the hard body next to me.
I pushed against the intruder and scooted away until I fell in the floor with a thunk. Saban dashed away with a hiss.
“Doc?” Dean peeked over the edge of the bed at me. Somehow, his hair was looking even more “freshly fucked” than usual. He smiled.
“You scared the shit out of me!” I covered my tits, though I was still wearing a bra and panties. He must have stripped me last night. And then just decided to what? Sleep over?
“Come on back up in the bed.” He disappeared back over the edge.
Saban stared at me from the hallway. He gave me zero input on what I should do about the handsome man who’d taken up residence in my bed.
“I ain’t going to bite you, Doc. Well, not unless you ask nicely.” He let out a low chuckle. “Come on.”
Well it was my bed. I crawled under the sheets and turned on my side to look at him. Whatever I was going to say died on my tongue. His torso was bare, the sheet pushed down to his hips. The dusting of dark hair expanded along his chest, thinned again and disappeared beneath the sheet. My gaze traced the entire trail, and I pressed my thighs together at the tingling sensation that erupted in my clit.
“You all right?”
I dragged my gaze to his eyes. “I-I uh, yes I’m …” not staring at your body and wishing my tongue was all over it.
He smiled, sexy and slow. “I meant from where you fell.”
I laughed, awkward and short. “No, I’m fine. I fell on my ass. Plenty of cushion.”
What the hell did I just say?
He laughed, a low sound that vibrated all over the room and right down to my toes. Turning over to face me, he propped his head on his hand. “You seem different.”
“Different? How? From last night?”
“Yeah.” He reached out and smoothed a lock of my blonde hair through his long fingers. “On our date you were far away. But then at the Branfield farm, you were here. I could feel it. Something had changed.”
Yeah, I broke up with the first boyfriend I ever had – and did I mention he was a god?
“I don’t know. I guess I was just sort of … looking for something I thought I wanted. But now—”
“You don’t want it anymore?” He let my lock of hair fall and traced the line of my jaw with two of his fingers.
Heat rose and percolated in me at his gentle touch.
“No. I don’t. I thought I did for a while.”
He edged closer, encroaching on my side of the bed. “What made you change your mind?”
That was a good question. I wanted to say it was work. But that wasn’t the real reason I’d turned down Zeus. In my heart, I knew the real reason was right in front of me, stopping my breath with his intense dark gaze.
He didn’t give me time to answer, just claimed my mouth in a heady kiss. His lips mastered mine and his tongue licked and explored. He placed one hand at my back and pressed me to him, my nipples instantly hard from the heat and hardness of his chest. He groaned when our legs tangled and my thigh touched his cock. It was rock hard and substantial.
I ran my hands through his hair and pulled. He groaned and slid a hand down to my panties. He pushed the material to the side and sank a finger inside me. I cried out against him, but the sound and my breath were lost in the intensity of his kiss. His finger worked in and out, sliding on the wetness that soaked my panties.
“Dammit, Doc, feeling you like this, so wet for me.” He kissed down my neck and bit my nipple through my bra. “I want to fuck you senseless.”
Heat roared through me at his words, at the promise in his powerful body. His hot mouth teased my nipple, wetting the fabric and making the already stiff peak harder.
He climbed on top of me and spread my legs. Dragging his finger out of me slowly, he brought it to his lips and cleaned it off. I had never seen anything more erotic in my life.
His cock moved against the thin fabric between my heat and his. He pulled down the straps of my bra, revealing my breasts. He groaned and palmed one while feasting on the other. I moved my pussy along his shaft, aching for the contact. My clit demanded it. He was working up a storm inside me, one that I’d only just become familiar with in the past few months. He, on the other, seemed like an expert, knowing where to touch and how to make me crazy for him.
He trailed his hand down my body and gripped my panties. With an easy rip, they were gone and his slick head was directly against my folds. I arched my back, desperate for more.
He gripped the back of my neck and looked into my eyes as he positioned his head at my entrance. “This is mine, Tara. Only mine. I want you to say it.”
Hadn’t I made this promise to someone else?
He moved his hips against me, his back straining. “Say it, Tara. Say it and I’ll have you screaming my name today and every day after.”
I thought I heard the low rumble of thunder in the distance.
He dropped a kiss to my lips, loving and tender despite the tension in the rest of his body. When he pulled back, I was breathless.
The thunder grew louder.
His dark eyes made me promises I knew he would keep. I ached for him, all of him.
A bolt of lightning struck nearby, the thunder shaking the house.
“I’m yours,” I breathed.
“I’m going to hold you to that, Tara.”
He plunged inside. I cried out and raked my nails down his back.
He settled on top of me, kissing and sucking my neck as his cock worked me. The contact on my clit was amazing, sending shocks through my entire body with each jarring impact. The bed was shaking and more than a few things fell off my nightstand. I didn’t care. The fire he’d stoked inside me wouldn’t be denied.
He raised up and sat back, pulling me with him. My breasts jutted into the air, bouncing along with his strokes. He licked one and took the nipple in his mouth, biting down until it almost hurt. I gripped his shoulders as he fucked me with hard strokes deep inside.
When he moved a hand to my clit and rubbed the nub with his thumb, I put my hands in his hair and pulled him closer, demanding he keep sucking and biting at my tits. He groaned and obliged, taking more of my breast in his mouth and laving the nipple with his whole tongue.
As his thumb swirled on my clit, the tension built up inside me. His strokes became more fevered and his cock hardened even more.
“I’m going to come.” He moved to my mouth and kissed me fiercely.
As his tongue entered me and claimed me as his, I shot like a rocket and exploded. I couldn’t stop the cry that escaped my lungs. My pussy clenched around his cock, choking it as he groaned into my mouth and deepened his strokes. Then he was coming, his body tight as he crushed me to his chest and shot his seed, coating my pussy and making me want more.
After a few more strokes, he laid me back down and collapsed next to me.
He wiped the back of his hand across his forehead and gathered me up in his arms so I lay with my head on his heart. Its beat was quick, hammering out a rhythm of sated lust.
He smoothed my hair away from my face and drew my chin up.
His eyes were sparkling, beautiful. “It beats for you, now, Tara. Only you.”
EPILOGUE
I skidded to a halt outside the Sullivan farmhouse. I was late. Again. But there had been an emergency call from one of the neighboring cattle ranchers about some strange hoof disease. I spent all day out in the punishing sun, examining hooves and whatever else I could get my hands on to figure out where the ailment came from. Turned out the rancher’s pond had a nasty bit of bacteria that was poisoning the herd.
I jumped from the Jeep and strode to the screen door. Delicious smells wafted into the nighttime air – fried chicken and cornbread.
I knelt and stared through the screen.
“Mama?” Bo put his small hand to the screen.
I mirrored him. He looked at me with his gold-flecked eyes.
“There you are!” Dean scooped Bo up.
The boy turned into a giggling mess as his daddy tickled him. I stood and smiled as he squealed and laughed.
With one particularly loud giggle, the power flickered and the distinct sensation of static electricity rushed through the air.
Dean put Bo down. “Go on into the kitchen. Gramma saved the drumstick just for you.”
Bo toddled off toward the promise of dinner and Dean came outside. He wrapped me in his arms, the familiar smell of leather and work washing over me.
I looked up at his handsome face and he kissed me, both of us ignoring the flashes of heat lightning in the distance.
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