The Nauti Boys Collection

by Lora Leigh

  “Patience isn’t my name,” she groaned, her hands gripping the edges of his shirt and pulling.

  Buttons flew, popped out of their moorings, and the material parted, revealing the warm, hair-spattered planes of his broad chest.

  This was what she needed. Arching her back Rogue pressed her hands into his chest, feeling the muscles tighten, flex.

  She was drunk on him. The taste of him on her lips, his hard body against hers, it was more intoxicating than whisky.

  “There, sweetheart.” His voice wrapped around her, another caress, a stroke of sound that had her shivering as his fingertips stroked the cleft of her butt.

  Oh God, how was she supposed to ever deny herself this? She needed him. She needed this. The only way a woman could ever hold this man. With her body. She would worry about holding his heart later, for now, nothing mattered but his touch.

  His fingers gripped the cheeks of her ass, parted them farther, and sent a shard of sensation tugging at the forbidden entrance to her lower body. She could feel the juices easing from her pussy as she writhed against him, trying to press closer to his erection.

  “I need you,” she cried breathlessly, struggling as his hands moved from her ass to her hips. “Now, Zeke. Take me now.”

  A low, wicked chuckle met her demand, and a second later she felt his palm caress over her bare ass before it lifted, then fell in a heated little slap that sent heated pleasure tearing through her.

  Her clit throbbed, her pussy clenched in need.

  “More,” she demanded.

  She wanted to feel it again.

  Zeke tensed against her.

  “Like that, do you, baby?” His hand fell again, the heat burned hotter.

  Her hips rolled, thighs clenched. Tipping her head back, she fought to breathe as his hand landed again, then again, stroking the burn beginning to bloom in her ass.

  “What are you doing to me?” She couldn’t catch her breath; she couldn’t fight against the lust that continued to build inside her.

  No, it wasn’t just lust. It was something deeper, something hotter.

  “Everything.” One hand tangled in her hair holding her in place as his lips descended again, stealing hers.

  He didn’t ask for the kiss; he owned it, just as he owned her response. His tongue slid inside, stroking against hers, thrusting between her lips as his hips lifted, pressing his cock tighter against her sex. His hips rolled, thrust. His tongue stroked and plunged as he moved, turning her as he lifted his own body and bearing her down along the bench seat, coming over her, surrounding her.

  It was wicked and erotic. Moonlight spilled into the cab of the truck as she felt her panties being ripped away from her body.

  A second later the corset she wore over the silk blouse fell away and the buttons were released on the blouse. The edges spread away from her breasts.

  Rogue stared up at Zeke, her breathing hard and heavy. His expression was savagely hewn. The flesh was stretched tight over his cheekbones as his gaze took in the hard rise and fall of her breasts.

  As he watched the hard-tipped mounds, his hands went to his belt. Rogue swallowed tightly as the belt was undone, then the snap and the zipper.

  “I didn’t bring a condom.” He finally grimaced as he eased the heavy length of his cock free of his jeans.

  She stared at the heavily veined flesh. The crest was dark and flushed, a sheen of moisture glistening on it as his big hand stroked the erect flesh.

  “You don’t need a condom.” She was protected. And she wanted him like this. She wanted him bare and hot, intimate.

  “This is dangerous, baby.” His eyes roved over her possessively, finally falling to her legs. They were splayed over this thighs as he knelt on one knee before her, his other foot braced on the floor of the truck. “I haven’t taken a woman, until you, without a condom since my marriage.”

  Rogue licked her lips nervously. Not since his marriage. He hadn’t been like this with another woman. The thought sent a surge of hope, of possessiveness tearing through her when she had promised herself she wouldn’t let either emotion take root inside her.

  “That’s okay, I didn’t mind being your first.” She grinned back at him as her palms pressed against his hard abdomen, then slid lower. “Don’t be nervous, Sheriff, I promise it won’t hurt.”

  His surprised chuckle had her smile widening as she fought to breathe through the pleasure wrapping around her.

  The smile faltered though as his hand suddenly cupped the heated, slick flesh between her thighs. Her back arched. She trembled as his fingertips parted the swollen folds and found the convulsing entrance to her sex.

  “Damn, you’re so wet,” he groaned, a flush mantling his cheekbones.

  Electric, destructive. Sensation tore through her body, arching her to him as one finger pierced her, pressed inside, and stroked the tender tissue flexing around his finger.

  “Oh God, Zeke, don’t tease me,” she cried, her hips twisting against the penetration.

  Erotic, blazing heat consumed her.

  “I’m not going to tease you,” he crooned. “I’m going to fuck you, Rogue. Is that what you want, sweetheart? My cock stretching that sweet pussy?”

  “Duh!” she breathed out hoarsely. “God, Zeke, you’re killing me.”

  A tight smile curled his lips as he pulled his finger back, then pressed back, hard and deep as the pad of his palm ground against her clit.

  Oh hell, she was going to come apart. She could feel the shudders racing through her, destroying any control she might have thought to have as she felt her juices spilling around his finger.

  He pulled back again, retreating fully from her before returning, this time with two fingers. The added sensation had her hand gripping his wrist as she stared up at him, her lips parting as pleasure surged through her.

  “Damn, I love watching your face while I touch you,” he breathed out, his voice tight. “Are you ready to come for me, sweetheart?”

  Pulsing, ecstatic tremors raced over her flesh as his fingers thrust inside her, twisted, stroked, and sent curling, lightning-sharp spikes of pleasure tearing through her.

  She ached, she burned.

  “Please.” Her head thrashed against the leather seat. “Zeke, please, I can’t stand this.”

  It was too much; it wasn’t enough. Her pussy clenched on his fingers, her clit throbbed. Sensation swirled and struck with brutal pleasure, and more of her silken juices spilled onto Zeke’s fingers as her chest tightened at the emotions tearing through her.

  Staring into his eyes, she watched him grimace, watched his gaze become heavy, his expression twisting with emotions she couldn’t decipher. But she saw the pleasure in his eyes. She saw the desperate lust, and she saw a painful need that struck an answering chord inside her.

  There was a restlessness in his eyes, a flame that wouldn’t be doused. She knew, because she felt it in her own soul.

  “Are you going to fuck me or tease me to death, Sheriff?” she drawled breathlessly, teasingly as she let a hand stroke over his as he gripped the thick stalk of his erection.

  Her fingers trailed lower, her thumb caressing over the ultrasensitive head of his cock, and she smiled as it flexed beneath her touch.

  “Touch yourself.” His voice hardened. “Stroke your clit. I want to feel you coming against my fingers.”

  Her lashes drifted over her eyes as weakening need and pleasure surged hard and fast inside her.

  Memories, she reminded herself as her other hand moved slowly, touching her stomach first, then trailing to the sensitive mound of her pussy.

  “Yeah,” he breathed out, his voice rasping in his throat. “Let me watch you, Rogue. Show me how you pleasure yourself when you think of me.”

  “So certain I’m thinking of you?” she questioned a second before her breath caught.

  His fingers pushed inside her, thrusting hard and deep as her fingers glanced over her clit.

  “I know you think of me,” he stated
harshly. “I know, Rogue, because I think of you. When I’m alone in my bed jacking off, it’s your face I see, your touch I feel.”

  Her sex spasmed, her womb clenched, the surge of sensation like a punch of pleasure to her system. The explicit words were sexier, more erotic than she had ever imagined they would be.

  “Damn, look how sweet,” he crooned as she stroked her clit. “You make my mouth water for a taste of your sweet pussy, Rogue. You make me ache for it.”

  “Then take it.” Her thumb stroked over the head of his cock as she felt a small bead of dampness form there. “Take me, Zeke. Don’t you know I belong to you?”

  She couldn’t hide from him. She couldn’t stop the words from spilling from her lips. She did belong to him. Just as in her heart, he belonged to her as well.

  “Damn you.” He came over her, his big body blotting out the light of the moon.

  His lips caught one tight, hard nipple between them and sucked it into his mouth as he tucked the head of his cock against her entrance. One hand gripped her hip, the other brushed her fingers away before he caught her wrist and drew it over her head.

  Holding her hand to the seat he pushed his other hand beneath her rear, lifted her, and surged inside.

  Heat slammed through her vagina. A stroke of pure, carnal sensation burned through her body as she arched her back and cried out his name.

  She was stretching for him; brutal pleasure was whipping through the nerve endings just under the flesh that surrounded the thick flesh he had pushed into her.

  Pulling back, he paused, his tongue lashing at her nipple before he heaved inside her, pushing deeper, stretching her farther.

  Rogue felt the fingers of her free hand latch onto the side of the seat, nails digging into the leather as she wrapped her legs around his back and lifted closer. She wanted all of him inside her. She wanted to hold him there for eternity and never know a moment that he didn’t fill her.

  She wanted him just like this, out of control, surging inside her hard and fast, his breath as broken and choppy as her own. It was different than it had been last night. This time, it was stronger, the passion and the hunger ran deeper, more imperative than it had that first time.

  It was what she needed. What she wanted. Rougher, harder, a man taking his woman. Making her his.

  “Hold on to me,” he snarled, lifting his head from her breast, his brown eyes glittering with desperate, raging hunger before his head lowered to the other nipple. “Hold me, Rogue.”

  His lips covered the tight peak, sucked it in, sending pulses of ecstatic pleasure racing from her nipple to her clit and beyond. Flames were burning across her flesh; her chest was tight, not just with the pleasure, but with something that went much deeper, that tied her emotions into knots and assured her there was no escaping this need for a man that seemed to almost regret his hunger for her.

  “Hold me, Rogue.” It was an order, it wasn’t a request.

  Hold him. She needed to hold him. He released her wrist as she loosened her fingers from the seat. Both arms wrapped around him as he slid one hand beneath her rear, his fingers tucking into the cleft there to find the ultrasensitive little portal they hid.

  Rogue was flying on sensation. Breath suspended, every muscle tight, clenching in pleasure as he began to fuck her with deep, hard strokes.

  His fingers caressed her rear entrance. He drew the moisture from her pussy back, rubbed against the sensitive opening, and sent her senses spinning.

  His hips moved faster, harder. His fingers caressed, pressed, eased the nerve endings at her rear, and then pressed inside her, opening her, stretching her as she felt the world explode and dissolve around her.

  The orgasm, when it hit, was like a cataclysm. It raced through her, shattered her with sensation and then with emotion as he cried her name, buried his face in her neck, and began to ejaculate, hot and fierce inside the tight grip of her body.

  She felt him, the pulse and throb of his erection, the wet heat of his release, and the fierce kiss he laid at the bend of her shoulder.

  She felt him holding her, felt him surrounding her, his arms tight, his muscles clenched, his erection jerking inside her.

  He had lost control. She sensed it, she felt it. His dominant, possessive touch, the muted groan of her name, the violent tension that radiated through his body as he spilled his release. It hadn’t been like that the first time. It hadn’t been wild and untamed, it had been focused and controlled.

  Rogue decided she was going to have to see about breaking his control a little more often.

  Zeke pulled the truck into the parking lot at the back of the bar and cut the ignition silently. He was aware of Rogue watching him, the frown at her brow and the tension that had been steadily rising between them since he had fixed their clothes earlier and left the lake.

  He’d taken her there to talk, not to fuck. But she was like a drug; once he touched her, he had to have more. The more he had, the more he wanted. It was a vicious cycle that threatened to destroy his mind.

  “Do you want to tell me why you’re acting like a jackass, Zeke?” she finally asked curiously. “Or do I have to start guessing?”

  He almost smiled. Damn her, she wasn’t supposed to make him laugh.

  “What would you guess?” He looked over at her, realizing he was genuinely curious as to what her answer would be.

  Fiery, mussed ringlets of hair fell over her shoulder as her violet eyes went over him slowly. She was silent, thoughtful for long moments.

  “A lousy marriage would be too easy.” She finally sighed. “You’re mysterious, secretive. I’m betting even your wife didn’t know the real you.”

  He shouldn’t have been surprised by her insight.

  “She didn’t want to know the real me,” he finally said wryly. “Women want the fantasy, Rogue. It’s what my wife wanted, it’s what my lovers have wanted.”

  “If you say it’s what I want, then I might have to hit you, Zeke.” Her eyes narrowed on him. “I didn’t wait five years to lose my virginity to you so you could give me some kind of song and dance about how you can’t be whatever the hell it is you think I want. So save it.”

  “Why did you wait five years to lose your virginity to me?” He’d kept that question silent, but now, Zeke found, he needed the answer to it. “You could have any lover you wanted, Rogue. Why wait?”

  “Because I’m a fool?” She stared back at him, her eyes flashing with a glimmer of anger. “Why did you wait five years to take my virginity, Zeke?”

  “Hell, there’s a question.” He gave his head a quick jerk. “Because I knew you were trouble the first second I set eyes on you. All prim and proper in your schoolteacher clothes, your pretty lips unsmiling, but those eyes.” He chuckled. “You snuck a peek at my crotch right there in the middle of that damned town hall meeting.”

  She didn’t deny it. “You have some fine-looking goods, Sheriff.” She laughed. “But it doesn’t answer my question.”

  “Just as you didn’t answer mine,” he pointed out.

  She shrugged at that as she turned her head away for long moments. “Call it instinct,” she finally said, turning back to look at him. “I knew you could satisfy me. Your turn.”

  Oh, there was more. She thought she was in love with him. Zeke could see it in her eyes. He wondered how long it would take her to realize that love was no more than a carefully contrived deception.

  But she wanted answers, and they were answers he knew would hurt her.

  “You’re temptation,” he finally answered her. “Young, wild, sweet. Every dirty old man’s fantasy.”

  She seemed to flinch. “Oh, so I’m your midlife crisis? I wonder what that makes Janey to Alex. You are so full of crap, Zeke.”

  He snorted at that. “Alex doesn’t come with the same baggage I come with, Rogue,” he told her, shaking his head. “You’re young, and you’re innocent.”

  “And you want to tie me down and fuck my ass until I’m screaming for mercy,” she dr
awled. “You want me blindfolded, spanked, and insane from wanting you. You want to get nasty with me, Sheriff, and you’re terrified of losing all that perfect control of yours.”

  He snapped his teeth together, his hands clenched the steering wheel, and he fought to keep the vision of those acts out of his head. If he didn’t think about them, they wouldn’t torment him nearly as much.

  She leaned closer. “You want to get rough and wild with me, Zeke. So bad it’s like a hunger.”

  “Are you finished yet?” He kept his expression hard, unemotional. He’d managed to keep his control for years now, he wasn’t going to let go now.

  She stared back at him for long moments before something resembling resignation flashed in her eyes. “Yes, I’m finished now,” she finally said. “Don’t bother seeing me upstairs. I know the way.” She reached for the door handle.

  “Rogue. I didn’t take you out to fuck you tonight. I need to talk to you.”

  “We’ve been talking.” Her eyes were filled with shadows now, with pain. “What more is there to say?”

  “This investigation into the twins’ deaths, and their grandmother’s,” he stated. “I called Lisa this evening and convinced her to go stay with her aunt in Louisville. I want you to leave town for a while as well. Until I figure out what the hell is going on. Until it’s safe.”

  She was still, silent. Zeke stared back at her, watching as what he said sank into that quick little mind of hers.

  “You think someone is killing Walkers?” she asked.

  “I think Joe and Jaime were messing with the wrong girl,” he told her. “I believe their grandmother was killed because she might have known who that girl was. Joe and Jaime kept her a secret for the most part, but Grandmother Walker thought she might have known who the girl was. She told Lisa she was trying to contact me to tell me who it was, but she died before she could get ahold of me. You and Lisa were close to the twins. Someone could be afraid you might remember who the girl was as well.”

  Someone could kill her. Zeke hadn’t forgotten what it felt like six months ago, staring down at her unconscious form in a hospital bed after she had been attacked over something someone was afraid she knew. He couldn’t imagine it happening again, or worse, finding her dead.