Gone Country: Rough Riders, Book 14

by Lorelei James

  Gavin instantly went hard.

  But Rielle wasn’t done. She dug her fingers into the back of his neck and pulled him closer to whisper in his ear. “Are you avoiding me after the other night?”

  “No. Why?”

  “I thought maybe you were since I might’ve come across a teensy bit of a lousy lay.”

  He froze. “What? God no, Ree, I’m the one—”

  “But here’s the secret I tried to keep from you. Why I might’ve seemed so motionless and quiet.”

  “What?”

  “You made me come so hard, so fast that I forgot how to breathe.”

  Gavin curled his hands on the side of her face and tilted her head back. “How much have you had to drink?”

  “Enough to give me the courage to talk to you but not enough to make me forget what I want to say,” she said softly.

  “What do you want to say to me, Rielle?”

  “I want more of you. More of us. But naked this time. I wanna feel your hands on me. I wanna feel your mouth on me. God, Gavin, I’m dying to feel every inch of your body rubbing on mine. Like at least four times tonight.”

  Jesus fucking Christ.

  “What do you have to say to that?”

  “We’re leaving. Right. Now.” Gavin didn’t even finish his drink. He grabbed her hand and towed her out of the bar. He didn’t stop moving until he reached his car.

  Then he pressed her against the passenger’s side door and slammed his mouth down on hers. Taking the kiss that he’d wanted for two damn days. Pouring passion into it. Licking and sucking and biting at her succulent mouth, then easing off. Stroking her tongue with his. Pulling back a fraction of an inch, feeling her stuttered breaths as he teased her with a soft, barely-there glide of his lips. “Ree.”

  “Don’t stop kissing me.”

  “I’ll kiss you all you want, just not here. Let’s go.”

  She blinked. “Where?”

  “Home.”

  “But Sierra—”

  “Is staying over at Marin’s tonight.”

  “Oh.” She smiled. “So we have the house to ourselves?”

  “All night.” He dropped another kiss on her mouth. “Get in the fucking car before I throw you on the hood and fuck you right now and prove to you that you’re nowhere close to a bad lay.”

  Rielle got in the car.

  Gavin was giving himself a stern talk about being a man and lasting longer than one goddamn minute this time, when Rielle grabbed his right hand and shoved it between her legs. “What are you—”

  “Get me off. Please.” She rubbed the side of her face on his arm and squeezed her thighs together. “I’m wet. Just from that damn kiss. Stick your hand in and see for yourself what you do to me.”

  His first thought was to tell her to keep her pants on; it’d wait until they got home. His second thought was, what the fuck was wrong with him? Rielle was begging him to touch her. No woman had ever begged him.

  That was fucking hot.

  He briefly took his focus off the road. “Take your jeans off.”

  Her eyes widened. Then she released a little moan and unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. She shimmied the denim down her legs, revealing a tiny pair of pink panties. So unexpectedly girly. So unbelievably sexy.

  When Gavin glanced up, he saw he’d drifted clear into the other lane. This was too damn dangerous. He pulled onto the shoulder and cut the headlights. The lights from the instrument panel cast a golden glow over her half-naked body.

  “Gavin?”

  He unbuckled and leaned over to run his fingertip over the lace band stretching between her hips. “I want to see you. All of you. Off. Now.”

  Rielle didn’t hesitate.

  This being in charge was heady stuff. “Lower the seat. Top button on the side. That’s it.”

  Her teeth were digging into her lower lip; those beautiful pale eyes didn’t venture from his face.

  Gavin caught her scent; sweet honey. Like her hair, like her skin, like her mouth. He ran his index finger up and down her slit. “You are wet.”

  “Yes.”

  “What should I do about that?”

  “Touch me. Make me come.”

  “With my hand?”

  “Yes,” she moaned.

  “Or…” He swirled just the tip of his finger over her clit, backing off when her hips bucked up. “Maybe I should make you get yourself off and I should watch.”

  He could almost feel the heat from the way her body flushed. So she had no problem being naked from the waist down, but masturbation made her tense. Gavin didn’t blame her. Had the situation been reversed, his face would be cherry red if she demanded he whip out his cock and stroke it until he came.

  “Or…I could get you off with my mouth.” He brushed his lips over hers after he heard her swift intake of breath. “Put one foot on the door and one foot on the console. Spread your legs as wide as you can. That’s good. Now slide up. That’s perfect.”

  Her ass was a little more than halfway up the back of the seat, which put her pussy within range. He leaned across the console, biting back a wince at the painful position of his cock. He breathed her in. Flicked her clit with his tongue. Just one time.

  Rielle moaned.

  Then he gave her one thorough lick, getting his first complete taste of her. Goddamn, she tasted so fucking sweet. He could suck up her cream all night. He worked her with his tongue, lips and teeth. Losing his mind in the fact that he was going down on Rielle, in his Lexus, on the side of the road.

  “Oh God.”

  He traced her hot folds with his tongue, top to bottom. He drew lazy circles, broad circles, stilling her hips with a firm push of his hands when she tried to grind upward.

  “Gavin.”

  “Mmm-hmm?” he answered, the sound vibrating against her blood-engorged tissues.

  Her whole body quivered. “Please. I can’t take any more.”

  He heard the words, “Hold on,” rumble from his mouth in an animal-like growl. He grabbed her left ankle and swung her body around, almost clipping himself in the head with her heel as he wrapped her leg around the back of his seat. Slipping his hands under her butt, he pulled her closer and buried his mouth in her juicy sex.

  She gasped when he wiggled his tongue inside her opening. After a few fast flicks over her clit, Gavin enclosed that swollen flesh between his lips and sucked hard.

  Rielle exploded. She clamped her hands over his ears and wrapped her right leg around his shoulder, holding him in place while she came in violent waves against his mouth.

  Gavin watched pleasure overtake her. It was one of the hottest experiences of his life.

  When she finally went limp, he released his hold. He nipped the inside of her thigh, earning a sharp, surprised yip from her. Although his cock was smashed against his belly and constricted by his jeans, he took a second to burn the image into his brain. Beautiful, sated woman sprawled in front of him, bared to him fully, breathing hard and peering at him from beneath lowered lashes. He unhooked her leg from his seat, kissed the outside of her ankle and swiveled her around to face forward.

  He did the same. Then he smiled at her as she just sat there, unmoving, sort of stunned. “You getting dressed?”

  “Oh. Right. Although, I’m pretty sure I won’t be wearing these clothes long when we get home.”

  “That’d be a sure bet.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  Gavin kept hold of Rielle’s hand on the drive home. Stroking his thumb on the inside of her wrist. Moving his palm up and down to rub the tips of his fingers between the webbing of hers. Then he brought her knuckles to his mouth. Kissing and nipping, drawing the backside of her hand across his goatee.

  Rielle broke their handhold and twisted in her seat, rising on her knees. Leaning over the console, she placed her lips on his ear and said, “You always smell good.”

  “If you keep that up I’ll wreck the car.”

  “No, you’d wreck if I put my hand on your crotch. You can ha
ndle this, Gavin.” She rubbed the side of her face over his. Her mouth would randomly connect with his cheek, the spot below his earlobe, the shell of his ear, his temple, above his eyebrow.

  The sweet nuzzles and soft kisses fired his blood. It was damn hard not to close his eyes and just enjoy her attention.

  Finally the turnoff was within view. “Rielle, honey, sit. I don’t want you to go flying when I take the corner on two wheels.”

  “In a hurry?” she purred in his ear.

  “Like you wouldn’t believe.”

  She laughed and the soft, seductive sound burned a path through his ear canal straight to his dick. “Me too.”

  Gavin parked in his usual spot. They both scrambled out and met in front of the car. His mouth crashed down, her arms circled his neck and he was lost to the kiss. He’d thought passionate soul kissing was for teens and youngsters, so clearly he’d never experienced that overpowering rush of need to have her lips on his. To feel her tongue stroking and sucking, mouths open to give and receive.

  He’d intended to clamp his hands on her ass and drag her closer to his body, but instead, he slipped his arm behind her knees and cradled her against his chest.

  Rielle gasped. “Gavin.”

  He started up the steps, but kept his heated gaze on her face. “Might be over the top to carry you up the stairs to my bed. But I owe you a little romance for the way I fucked up our first time. So indulge me.”

  Her beautiful green eyes softened and she brushed a kiss on his neck.

  He opened the front door and cut down the hallway to the staircase. Sustaining a kiss was difficult as he scaled the stairs, so he filled his lungs with her honeysuckle scent. Tightening his hold on her until he had her in his bedroom.

  She laughed when he kicked the door shut.

  Gavin set her on her feet at the end of his bed. Then he indulged in a long, deep, slow kiss and by the time they broke apart, they were both breathing hard and he saw the pulse point in her neck pounding as rapidly as his heart.

  “Stay right here for a second.” He locked the door, turned on the lamps for ambient lighting and rolled the comforter to the foot of the bed.

  She watched as he took four condoms out of the package and set the strip on the nightstand.

  Then he was standing in front of her again. Gavin couldn’t think of any pretty words as his fingers started with the top button of her blouse. Her gaze remained on his face but he didn’t look into her eyes until her shirt hung open. He kissed her and pushed the soft fabric off and it fluttered to the floor.

  He was used to seeing her in a camisole or tank top, so the lacy bra that matched her sexy underwear was a bonus. His finger traced the plumped curve from the top of her bra down to the deep valley of her cleavage, and back up the other side. He planted a kiss on her right breast.

  A shiver worked through her.

  He murmured, “Take off your jeans, Rielle,” as he nuzzled the abundant flesh.

  She peeled them away.

  “Now your bra.”

  Her face flushed and she tipped her head forward as her hands circled around to jerk on the clasp. Once the straps and cups loosened, he put his fingers under her chin and looked into her eyes.

  “I got this part.”

  Rielle smiled shyly.

  Gavin hooked his fingers inside the bra cups and pulled. The straps slid down her arms and the bra dropped to the floor. Her breasts were full, round, with dark rose-colored nipples. Just for a second, he forgot to breathe. “God. You’re gorgeous.” Then his hands squeezed as he buried his face in all that perfect white flesh.

  She arched into him, her hand at the back of his head.

  He dragged his mouth from side to side, teasing her. Rubbing the rim of his lip across the tight peaks.

  A soft moan drifted from her.

  Gavin’s lips blazed a path up her throat to her mouth. He played with her breasts, squeezing and rubbing as he kissed her. She was so sweet and hot.

  Rielle rolled her hips, grinding into his erection. She moved her lips to his ear. “You still have your clothes on. I wanna feel your skin against mine, Gavin.”

  The former chubby guy part of him balked at the idea of getting naked with her, afraid she’d be judging him.

  You shouldn’t have started this if you have no intention of finishing it.

  Oh, he’d finish it all right—a spectacular fucking finish this time.

  “I want that too.” His hands followed the contours of her breasts down to her hips. He squeezed once. “Hop up on the bed.”

  “But.” Indecision warred on her face before she boldly reached for his belt buckle. “Don’t you want me to undress you?”

  “Next time, okay?”

  “Okay.” She backed up and sat on the end of the bed.

  Gavin kicked off his loafers, pulled his sweater and T-shirt over his head. Unbuckled, unzipped, he tugged his jeans down and ditched his socks. Wearing only his boxers, he moved toward her.

  Rielle’s eyes flicked over his body, zeroing in on his crotch. “Naked, means naked.” She gestured to his underwear. “And that’s not naked.”

  “You’re still wearing underwear,” he pointed out, stalking her.

  She crab crawled to the center of his bed. “I’ll take mine off, if you will. But you’ve gotta go first.”

  Right then Gavin wished he was packing a solid ten inches. But he was also just damn glad he could get a hard-on without the help of Viagra. He slipped his fingers beneath the waistband and dropped his boxers.

  She grinned.

  “What?”

  “It’s just weird to think that’s been inside me and this is the first time I’ve actually seen it.”

  Gavin hadn’t ever been the type to tease in the bedroom, so he wasn’t sure what possessed him to grin and fist his cock, stroking it slowly. “It’s more than ready to get reacquainted. Just as soon as you lose the panties.”

  She stripped and threw them over the end of the bed.

  He walked to the nightstand, tore off a package and ripped it open, watching her eyes as he rolled it on. Then he climbed onto the bed and pushed her thighs apart, making room for himself.

  Rielle laid flat on the mattress, as if expecting him to mount her right now.

  Why wouldn’t she think that? You’re wearing a condom.

  Only so he didn’t have to fumble with the damn thing at the moment of truth.

  Gavin kissed the blond hair at the top of her mound. Her belly button. Her sternum. Then those perfect breasts were in his face again. He sucked on her right nipple. Played with the rigid point with his teeth and tongue. Making her squirm. He switched to the other side, worshipping her breasts as they deserved.

  Her nails were digging into the back of his neck and she lifted her pelvis, trying to connect with something solid.

  He looked up, seeing her face flushed and her breathing ragged. “Ree?”

  “Don’t stop. I’m about to…”

  “Just from me sucking on your nipples?”

  “Yes. They’ve always been sensitive. And what you’re doing…is really, really doing it for me, so don’t stop.”

  He latched on with renewed vigor and she almost shot straight off the mattress. He pinched her other nipple hard, then palmed her pussy, while strongly suckling the taut peak.

  Rielle cried out, “Yes!”

  Gavin could feel the pulsing beneath his sucking lips and beneath his palm. He watched her face as she climaxed—she was something lost in pleasure. Softer somehow. He wanted her so bad his balls ached.

  As soon as she relaxed, he aligned his cock and propped himself above her.

  She opened her eyes and rose up to kiss him, her hands sliding down to grip his ass, letting him know she was in the moment.

  He eased in slowly, kissing her softly until they were fully joined. Staying right there, her pussy hot and wet and tight around his shaft.

  Then he moved on her, in her, keeping a steady rhythm that allowed him to sustain the
kiss.

  Rielle’s legs were splayed wide and her chest rose to meet his every rolling thrust. The cushion of her breasts rubbed against the thatch of hair on his chest.

  Gradually he pushed into that channel a little harder. A little faster. His heart rate kicked up and sweat beaded on his brow.

  Her lips slid free and she kissed his chin, the side of his neck, his Adam’s apple, the hollow of his throat. She clamped both hands on his butt.

  Fuck. This was so good. And with her biting his neck like that and blowing in his ear, he was already riding that edge. So he slowed to a stop and pressed his lips into her hair.

  Rielle tipped his head to meet her gaze. “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing. It’s perfect. Being with you, is amazing. I just want to take my time.”

  “You don’t have to do that on my account, Gavin.” She whispered a kiss across his lips. “Move faster, harder, whatever you want. I’m right here with you.”

  “You sure?”

  “Yes.”

  Gavin ramped up the pace. Rising into a pushup position to drive into her tight cunt harder. Faster.

  She clung to him, frantically kissing his neck, undulating and arching beneath him with every snap of his hips.

  Then he had that short warning tingle down his spine. He switched to short, quick jabs.

  He groaned when his balls pulled up. His head fell back as his dick spasmed; each hot pulse shook him with a full body shudder. His hands curled into the sheet and he groaned again, longer, louder as the climax reached the apex. White and black spots danced behind his eyelids and a dull roar filled his head.

  Yeah, that made up for the quickie on the balcony.

  He looked down at her.

  No smile. A somber face.

  “Ree? Honey, what is it?” Had he hurt her somehow?

  She lifted up to kiss him fiercely.

  Gavin nuzzled her ear. “You okay?”

  She shook her head.

  His stomach dropped.

  Then she buried her face in his neck and he realized she was crying.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Embarrassed, Rielle tried to roll away from Gavin—wishing she could crawl under the bed—but he wouldn’t allow it. He tucked her against his body, acting as if it were perfectly natural for a woman basking in the glow of two outstanding orgasms to be teary-eyed.