No Turning Back (Man-Maid)

by Rainey, Anne

  She turned her head and admitted, “I’m a little scared. This is way out of my comfort zone.”

  “Shh, it’s okay.” He touched her right where he’d wanted to touch her since they’d begun this wild back-and-forth dance, on the soft skin of her ass. “Just let me make you feel good. That’s all I want.”

  He got on his knees between her legs and leaned down to lick one smooth cheek, from the crook of her leg to the small of her back. The startled gasp that came from her was not so much from fear now but raw sexual hunger. He recognized her sounds already. Her needy little whimpers and anxious groans. He wanted to make her scream with a satisfaction only he could give her.

  He moved off the bed. “I’ll be right back.”

  “I’m seconds away from changing my mind here,” she replied, gripping the comforter above her head.

  “I promise you’ll only feel pleasure at my hands.” He touched the cleft of her ass and stroked. “Do you have any baby oil?”

  “The bathroom cabinet,” Marquetta said.

  Quickly, Jensen retrieved the bottle and wasted no time in resuming his position between the silky thighs of the woman he loved. He popped the top of the bottle and poured a small amount into his palm. He rubbed his hands together to warm the slippery liquid before touching her tense shoulders. “Relax, woman. This is supposed to be fun.”

  “You keep that up, and I’ll be too relaxed to be of much use here.”

  He chuckled. “Hey, no falling asleep.” Jensen began moving his hands over her collarbone, then her neck.

  As he skated his palms down her arms to her wrists, a hum of pleasure emanated from her throat. He massaged the oil into the skin of her wrists before moving to her spine. He took care to smooth each vertebra, feeling her body go nearly boneless. He leaned close and placed a small kiss to a spot he’d already massaged. “Feel good?” he asked against her slippery skin.

  “Mm, oh so good. You could skip the housecleaning business and open your own massage therapy office. You’d make a killing.”

  “You’d be okay with me touching other women, huh?” Jensen asked, knowing the answer. Marquetta was gentle, but she was no pushover. She’d never sit idly by if she caught him with his hands on another woman. Not that it mattered. She was the only woman he wanted to touch. No other could hold a candle to her.

  Marquetta stiffened. “On second thought, the housecleaning business is a way smarter venture.”

  “Thought you’d see it that way,” he murmured as he smoothed his fingertips over her lower back. “Now, hush and let me make you feel good.”

  “Works for me,” she whispered in a faraway voice.

  Jensen let his slick fingers slide between her ass cheeks, then one finger moved up and down the crease. He drifted into the tight pucker a mere inch, and Marquetta immediately jumped at the small invasion. “Tell me how it feels, sweetheart?” he asked in a heated command. The need to fill her with his cock instead of his finger began to ride him hard.

  “I-I can’t think.” Her body was strung as tight as a bow. “Don’t stop. Please,” she begged.

  “Not a fucking chance,” he promised. Marquetta mumbled something Jensen couldn’t quite make out. “Are you imagining my cock here? Do you want it, beautiful?”

  “Yes,” she moaned. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but yes, I want you there very much.”

  Just what Jensen needed to hear. “When I come inside this pretty little ass, you’re going to feel it. Every pump of my cock. Right here,” he growled as he wiggled his finger for emphasis. “In this place where no man has ever touched.”

  “Please don’t make me wait any longer,” she cried, her eager passion equal to his own.

  “Just let me make sure you’re ready for me, love,” he murmured. Slowly, allowing her body to adjust to the invasion, Jensen slid two fingers inside the snug opening. She moaned, spread her legs farther apart and pushed against his hand as if asking for more.

  “That’s my girl,” he ground out. Jensen’s body was on fire, and his dick swelled and ached for release.

  He reached for the bottle of oil once more and slicked some over his pulsing erection. A drop of moisture appeared on the bulbous head as Jensen thought of being buried deep in Marquetta’s ass. Gently, Jensen separated the round globes and touched the head of his cock to her entrance, then he slowly moved a single inch inside. “God, you are such sweet torture. I really don’t want to hold back here. I’m dying to fuck you so damn hard and fast.”

  “Yes, don’t make me wait for it,” she cried.

  Her quivery voice made Jensen want to howl at the moon. Her body gripped his dick as he pushed in another inch, then two. She whimpered and bucked against him. “Easy, beautiful,” he groaned, holding her hips still so she didn’t hurt herself. “I want to build the pleasure for you.”

  Despite the way his primal instincts battered at him to fill her completely, Jensen knew Marquetta was new to this type of sexual pleasure and didn’t understand the need to take it slow. He refused to hurt her. Holding her firmly, Jensen heard Marquetta loose a needy little whimper. The yearning, delicate sound turned his heart to mush, and he gave her another thick, hard inch of his cock. Why couldn’t he deny her? He had a feeling it would always be that way between them.

  In the same instant, he took his right hand from her hip and moved it around the front of her body then toyed with the lovely little bud of her clitoris. She moaned and pushed against him as her orgasm started to build. It was sheer ecstasy to bring her to new heights of pleasure. She was ten thousand more times the woman than any other.

  “Now, Marquetta,” he bit out as the red haze of lust took over. When she shouted his name, a low rumble escaped his throat. He pushed his dick deep and nearly exploded when her muscles sucked him in even farther.

  Jensen reached up and stroked her sweat-soaked hair away from her face, then covered her body with his, folding himself around her protectively. He kissed her upturned cheek and felt her muscles relax the slightest bit. He thanked the heavens above. Much more of her clenching and he would’ve come too soon.

  “Good girl,” he praised, then gently nibbled on the smooth line of her neck. He got an eager response for more, so he licked and suckled at the delicate skin. He began a gentle rhythm inside her ass, fucking her slowly at first, needing to build the pace by small degrees.

  Marquetta pushed against him, joining in the tempo of their beautiful dance. Soon his cock swelled and his balls drew up tight. One more thrust and he was there, his cock erupting inside her, hot come filling her. She shouted his name, joining him with her own climactic finish.

  “Say it again,” he whispered against her ear as he pulled free of her and turned her over to face him. “Tell me you love me, beautiful.”

  “I do love you,” she whispered. She wrapped her arms around him in a loving embrace. “I’m sorry. So sorry I doubted you. Sorry I tried so hard to push you away. I started to fall in love with you, and it scared me to feel so much for a man again. I never wanted to be that vulnerable. Sheldon destroyed my trust, and I’ve been living in fear, not allowing myself to care.”

  Jensen squeezed her tight. “Shh, it’s okay. We’ll take this one baby step at a time, I promise.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “You know, I’m pretty sure the day you tackled my ass to the ground was the luckiest day of my life.”

  She laughed. “Just so I’m the only woman tackling your cute ass, I’ll be a happy woman.”

  “The one and only,” he promised, unable to hide his amusement. His heart filled with warmth when he thought of how sweet it’d be to wake up next to her, say, every day for the rest of his life. He leaned in and kissed her sweet lips, letting his tongue dart out and touch the seam. She opened for him without even a hint of hesitation. He tasted her building pleasure, and it fueled his own. He took her to the bathroom and made love to her beneath the hot spray of the shower. Standing there with Marquetta’s soft, feminine curves pressed up against him, Jensen knew
they were made for each other. He also knew he’d died and gone to heaven.

  What he felt for Marquetta was new to him, but it was real and all-consuming. And he wouldn’t waste a single moment of it.

  Epilogue

  Marquetta slammed her car door and ran up the driveway. When she entered the house, she found Jensen sprawled out on the couch, watching Monday Night Football with Dozer snuggled up next to him. That morning, Jensen had made love to her in the shower before she’d headed off to school to take an exam. He’d pulled on his Man-Maid uniform—a black T-shirt with the name of the business and their tagline, and a pair of jeans—and left for work.

  So much had happened in the last few months. She’d enrolled in college, and the fall semester was well under way. After Jensen’s lease was up on his apartment, he and Dozer had moved in with her to share expenses. And even though there’d been a few cleaning mishaps, Man-Maid was well on its way to being a successful business. They had new clients coming in left and right. News of the hot men offering up their cleaning services had spread around town, and it was all Marquetta could do to get time with him between his day job and building up the side business. Add in her school studies, and that left very little time for the two of them. So they made every second count.

  Now, as Marquetta stared at Jensen’s powerful chest, sans the shirt he’d pulled on earlier, so beautifully displayed for her pleasure, her body temperature spiked. “Guess what?” she shouted as she crossed the room.

  When he saw her, he paused the DVR and tossed the remote on the table. “You aced the English exam?”

  “Yep.” Marquetta grinned as she closed the distance between them, then sat, straddling his thighs. A rush of excitement sped through her when she felt the length of his cock nestled against her pussy. Jensen would always have that instant effect on her.

  Jensen wrapped his hands around her waist. “You deserve a reward for all that hard work, don’t you think, beautiful?”

  She smoothed her palms over his chest, then moved them over his deliciously ripped abs. “I definitely do.”

  As he took her hands in his and kissed first one palm and then the other, Marquetta’s clit swelled. “I’ve missed you today,” he said.

  “Oh?” She slid her hand beneath the waistband of his jeans, encountering his already hard cock. “I missed you too. So very much.” She thought of how hard she’d made it for him in the beginning and added, “I’m very glad you were so persistent when we first met.”

  “You were only attempting to guard your heart. Sheldon is to blame for that.”

  “I agree.” Suddenly, something in his hair caught Marquetta’s eye, and she reached up to pluck it out. A feather? “So, how’d it go today with that new client?”

  Jensen cringed. “Christ, I made a complete mess of the poor lady’s bedroom.”

  Her lips twitched as her mind conjured up the various minor catastrophes that had already taken place since Man-Maid had opened their doors. Seemed there was still a bit of learning to be done for Jensen and his gang. “Er, how so?”

  “When I made up the master bed, I decided to fluff the pillows.” The color in his cheeks deepened. “A bad idea, considering one of them had a damn rip in it—and it was a feather pillow.”

  Marquetta tried to hold back her laughter but failed miserably. Several seconds later, she managed to ask, “Feathers everywhere?”

  “Yep.” He chuckled. “Thank God, she was so good-natured about it. And I did offer to buy her a new pillow—after I cleaned up the mess.”

  She wrapped her arms around his neck and murmured, “Aw, my poor baby.”

  “Your baby doesn’t want to talk about work anymore.” Jensen pressed his lips to hers and kissed her with predatory heat. He was hard and demanding. She gave him access to her mouth, and he swooped in. When he pulled away, they were both out of breath.

  “Bedroom,” Jensen groaned as he lifted her off him.

  Marquetta’s heart filled with emotion as he swept her into his arms and carried her off. “I love you.”

  He placed her on top of the comforter and stripped her bare. “I love you too, beautiful, and I’m so damn proud of you for going after your dreams.” As he came down beside her, their gazes caught and held. “When I think of how close I came to losing you because of my callous words…”

  She placed a finger against his lips. “Shh. Make love to me, Jensen.”

  He leaned near her ear and whispered, “That’s what I’ve been doing since the first moment I saw you.”

  After that stark confession, the only sounds in the room were of Marquetta and Jensen touching and playing. Their bodies came together with a new purpose. It was the most beautiful way to end the day.

  An hour later, Jensen lifted up. “Want to go for a ride?”

  Ever since she’d finished the design on his bike, Jensen seemed to want to ride it only if she was hugging his back. A spark of emotion traveled through her whenever he offered to take her riding.

  Marquetta thought back over the last several months, marveling at how much her life had changed. Jensen had pulled her out of her cocoon. He’d taught her how to live again. Her heart still cried out for the baby she’d lost, but there was something else there now as well. There was hope for a future, and an amazing man to share it with.

  She was happy that she’d taken a second chance on love. It seemed some men were worth it.

  About the Author

  Anne grew up in a small town in central Ohio the only girl with three rowdy, older brothers. When she wasn't playing tackle football with them she could be found tucked away in her mother's book room getting lost in mysterious worlds created by authors such as Martha Grimes and Andrew M. Greeley. She's had a variety of odd jobs including Chiropractic Assistant, Frame Stylist, Restaurant Hostess, and Nail Technician.

  Anne now lives with her fabulous husband, two gorgeous teenage daughters, two ornery dogs, three snooty cats, a tree frog named Gus, and a snake named Salizar. When Anne's not dressing, feeding, cleaning or spending time with them, she can be found at the computer writing stories hot enough to make your toes curl!

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  He’d make her his future…if only he could rewrite his past.

  River’s Redemption

  © 2013 Anne Rainey

  Blackwater, Book 5

  Before his adoptive parents stepped in, River’s childhood was little more than hellish misery. He still has the demons to prove it. Too bad he can’t seem to convince Jeanette Munroe that he’s damaged goods, and anything beyond friendship is an act of futility.

  He’s done everything in his power to keep his ugly past from touching her sweet, innocent heart. Yet when he learns she’s been mugged, nothing will keep him from her side. And soon all he can think about is stripping her bruised body naked.

  Ever since she tripped over her clumsy ninth-grade feet and
into his life, Jeanette has been secretly crazy about her best friend. To her frustration, he’s never seemed to notice—until he comes to her rescue like the white knight she’s always believed him to be.

  River never realized how deep and hard he hungered for Jeanette until her kiss, her touch sets his desire free. But as the heat between them rises to fever pitch, his secrets threaten to shatter any chance for a future.

  Warning: Contains a green-eyed devil of a man with a tortured past, and a woman more than capable of chasing his nightmares away—one scorching kiss at a time. May cause an uncontrollable desire to give or get a hickie.

  Enjoy the following excerpt for River’s Redemption:

  Knocking. Loud and persistent. It yanked River out of the nightmare, and he shot upward in bed. Sweat soaked his sheets and hair. His heart raced, and he had to force the nausea down. The memories always made him physically ill. Just once he wished he could sleep in peace. He didn’t think one night was too much to ask.

  “Christ,” he muttered. Another series of thumps came from the front of his apartment. River sat upright and twisted around so he could read the neon-green display on his alarm clock. Five o’clock on a Friday morning? “What the hell?”

  He hoped nothing was wrong. His mother’s smiling face popped into his head, and a jolt of concern had him fully alert in seconds. Several months back, she’d suffered a mild heart attack, and it had scared River the way nothing else could. She’d recovered, though. Even taken up yoga and started eating healthier. She was out of the woods now, right?

  Wanda Jennings meant the world to him. She and his adoptive father had taken River and his four brothers from foster care and given them a home to be proud of and the kind of love River had never before known. Two years ago, a massive stroke had taken his dad away. River still missed hearing the sound of his deep voice and his powerful arms wrapping him up in one of his characteristic bear hugs.