CONVICTED

by Pelton, Kristi

  Dropping kisses on her inner thigh, I smiled, “And you never have to worry about there being a first time again. I’m the only person that will ever see this part of you.”

  “Yes,” she hissed.

  “Remember the other day how you came beneath my finger?”

  “Yes. I want that again,” she said in broken breaths.

  “I know you do. This is going to be even better. Just relax, ok?”

  She nodded, and as soon as I got the green light, I started. Yet, the second my tongue touched her sweet spot, her hips bucked up.

  “It’s ok, just relax baby.”

  This time, I held firm to her hips to keep them in place. This wouldn’t take long. I lowered my mouth once again over her and began swirling and sucking the delicate skin. I was pretty damn picky about where my mouth had been, but Ren was perfect.

  “Oh God,” she whispered, fighting against me with the involuntary movements. “Joss,” she gritted between gritted teeth. I held my steady, consistent pace, knowing that she would climax any minute. For just a moment, I skimmed my tongue down through her folds, then back up, relishing a taste that no man had ever tasted before. Her legs fell completely open when I zeroed in on the sweet spot again.

  “Ahh,” she moaned.

  With delicious intent, I slowly slid my finger inside of her, wanting to measure her release.

  “Ren. You’re gonna come for me, I can feel it.”

  “Yes,” she whispered as I started my tongue again.

  “Oh my God,” she panted. “Ahh.”

  Right about this time, some guys would go faster and faster trying to force the orgasm, but the trick was to stick with the same pace that got her there to begin with. Which I did, still moving my finger inside her just enough to tease her.

  Suddenly, the smallest amount of something hit my face as I felt her release around my finger. Fuck me. Not a lot…just a little. With the other girls I’d been with, never had I made that happen before. Honestly, I wasn’t even sure it was possible. It was.

  When I rose to my feet and stared down at an expression of pure bliss on her face, I knew right then nothing was going to keep me from taking her. Not even a condom or lack of. It wasn’t as if a CVS was on the property, and I couldn’t request them on the grocery list from Key. So, I quickly discarded my shorts and climbed on top of her. As my legs fell between hers, she parted them even more. She wanted me as much as I wanted her.

  “Ren. Say no if you don’t want this.”

  Her hips arched up in search of one thing while her eyes explored my face.

  “Do you want me?” she asked.

  “Christ, Ren. I’ve never wanted anyone more.”

  “Me either.”

  Arching my hips just a bit put pressure against her opening. Her wetness created perfect conditions. Yet, no matter how much I bowed my hips, I was barely going in.

  “Am I hurting you?”

  “No,” she whispered, shaking her head.

  I fucking ached to be inside of her, and I wanted to just do it—break the barrier and bury myself. Hurting her wasn’t in my plan but there wasn’t a way around it.

  “Joss, please,” she begged.

  I tried again, feeling only the head slide in. She was so tight.

  “My God,” I said softly.

  “Please don’t stop.”

  With those words, I arched into her stronger than before, breaking through that initial tightness—another something I’d never felt before. Not like that. Not even with Abby. The word pop couldn’t have described better.

  “Ah,” she cried out, gripping my shoulders and holding me still for just a minute. “Go slow,” she groaned, so I did, moving with long, deliberate strokes.

  “Jesus, Ren. You feel so good.”

  After a minute or two, my pace quickened until we found a solid rhythm. Her heart seemed to jump through her skin into my chest because I felt every single beat.

  “God, Ren. I’m gonna explode.”

  “Not yet. I want to remember this forever,” she gasped.

  “I can’t wait. You feel too good.” The blinding feeling made me lose all sense as I took that sweet girl harder than I should have. Her fingernails clawed at my back.

  Quickly, I pulled out of her and released myself on her stomach. My arms gave out, and I collapsed on top of her.

  “I can’t breathe,” she squeaked. Chuckling, I shifted off to lie next to her as our breaths slowly returned to normal. I rested my head on my palm, staring down at her then grabbed my t-shirt to clean her tummy off.

  “You ok?” I asked wondering if there was any possible way, I could not lose her.

  She nodded, but a tear trickled out the corner of her eye. I caught it with my finger.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “I don’t want to lose you.” Damn. It was as if she’d read my mind. “I’m so scared that I’m going to.”

  Brushing my lips over her eyebrow, I shushed her. “I don’t know what the future holds for us, but I don’t want to lose you either. We aren’t going to think about that right now. Did I hurt you?”

  “Absolutely!” she said with a slight grin and blinking away tears. “It burns.”

  Honestly, I wanted to lick her wounds as dumb as that sounded. I wanted her to feel better.

  “Regrets?”

  “Just that you didn’t come inside of me.”

  I stared at her. “That wouldn’t be good for either of us, bird.” My words took a serious tone.

  “I’d have your baby in a second, Joss.”

  “Don’t be ridiculous, Ren. We don’t need a baby.” Jesus. If she only knew the type of father I might be. The role model I’d had.

  “That would allow me to keep you.”

  “Stop. You’re talking nonsense.”

  “I leave in a month,” she whispered.

  I took in a long, slow breath unaware of this.

  “We’ll figure this out.”

  Deep down I knew there wasn’t anything to figure out.

  Chapter 24

  Memories to last…

  Ren

  THE NEXT FEW days were everything I dreamed we could be. Like fairytale dreams with a side of love. Obviously, around everyone else, we had to pretend that there was nothing between us. I wondered if Key and Sal knew. Key had to see me go into Joss’s. Sal had to have seen us sneaking out and about at all hours one at a time. If so, she kept mums about it and Sal hadn’t said a word either. When night fell, Joss and I would meet. In all sorts of places.

  As I was having my toenails painted for the ball that night, that I still hadn’t told Joss about, I thought about the night after our first time. We met up in the horse stable. Hot and heavy kissing. The best kisses ever. Kisses that books were written about.

  “How are you feeling? How is your body?” Joss whispered, pressing his body up to mine.

  “Sore,” I whispered and winced with movement. “But I really want to try again.”

  The headshake concerned me at first. I mean, what guy tells a girl no to sex. But then he chuckled.

  “Let’s give it a day or two so your body can recover from the trauma. Deal?”

  “Deal.” I knew he was trying to do what was best for me, and I melted into him.

  Trauma? If that was trauma, then I would be lucky to be traumatized every day. Honestly, I didn’t have anything to compare him to, but the size of his dick was a little intimidating. Plus, I knew last night he had held back.

  Juliet sneezed, catching us both off guard.

  Clearing my throat, I mustered my courage. “I want to do you,” I said.

  He cocked that adorable eyebrow of his. “We just said we’d wait, bird.”

  Blood invaded every inch of my face. Heat radiated off my cheeks as I searched for the right words.

  “No. I know that. I meant. Like, you know. I want to take care of just you.”

  That arrogant smile of his came out in full-blown style. “And what do they call that? I can’t re
member the name of it?”

  I smacked him with the back of my hand on his chest, and God, if I could record the sound of his laughter, I’d play it back every morning when I woke up.

  “A blow job,” I literally muttered, whispered and coughed at the same time.

  He drew the backs of his fingers down my cheek but tilted his head toward his shoulder like he was going to say no.

  “Last night we tried that. It didn’t seem to go so well.” His tone was too serious for me.

  “Do you think Peyton Manning or Aaron Rodgers just picked up the ball one day and knew how to quarterback? NO! They had to learn. But they were the damn best of the best.”

  Joss took my cheeks between his hands and then smothered me with a surrendering kiss. His beard took on the manly smell of his shampoo, and as our tongues communicated how much they missed each other, I inhaled him into my senses.

  I heard his zipper and broke the kiss as a grin took over my face.

  “Ok, Tom Brady, let’s see how well you throw.” He winked.

  My bottom lip got my attention first as I bit down on it. I sank to my knees in the hay. “Look away Juliet, look away.”

  When he released the beast from his jeans, I wished there was more light in the stall so I could really see him. I wanted to remember every mark, dimple, groove, everything. Joss’s jeans around his ankles would be a long-lasting vision too.

  Finally, I wet my lips, ready to try. Looking at the full length of him, I wondered how it even fit inside of me last night. Slowly, I moistened his tip with my tongue. His intake of breath strengthened my resolve. I tried to take his length into my mouth as far as I could, but it didn’t seem to be very far. After a few times of moving him in and out, I heard his breath deepen and I readjusted my knees. I was doing it. I still couldn’t fit all of it in my mouth, so I gripped the rest in my hand.

  “Mmm,” I heard from above.

  The sound only fueled my fire.

  The unknown was the worst. Fast. Slow. Long strokes. Short strokes. Teeth. No teeth. I slowed for a second, overthinking that one. Obviously, no teeth. I went a little too deep and gagged myself. But, clearly that must have been not so bad for him.

  “Ren,” he rasped, and it almost sounded like a warning was attached to my name.

  I certainly remembered what I felt the night before when I whispered Joss’s name as his mouth was on me. And it certainly never meant stop! So, I picked up my pace just slightly, my jaw begging for me to stop, but my mind wanting to please every inch of him.

  “Ren…bird…you better stop,” he groaned.

  Wait, I never wanted him to stop. Confusion won out and after two or three more strokes, I stopped, just in the nick of time. Something warm and gooey splattered on my face as I lost balance and fell backward. One hand landed on the hay but the other hand smooshed through Juliet’s droppings. Big droppings.

  “Joss!” I shouted, trying to wipe my face with my clean hand and holding the other hand out as far as possible because bile rose up the back of my throat from the smell.

  “What the hell, bird?” Joss erupted in laughter as he bent down, whisking me up. “Keep that hand over there.” An amused grin flashed over his hot face. “Why’d you stop?”

  “Why’d I stop? Because you said stop.”

  “Fair enough,” he chuckled. “I meant stop, don’t stop.” The laughter shook his broad chest. “What am I going to do with you?”

  The guy giving me the pedicure snapped at me because I wasn’t paying attention. He was ready for my other foot. I never understood a single word he said, but he did a good job. As the chair massager ran the length of my back, my thoughts drifted to the next night with Joss. We had gone up the mountain. I was on Fiona; he was on foot. I had to force his hand to even go up the mountain when we did. The damn snake bite incident was always in the back of his head.

  The second we crested the top, he tugged me off the saddle and wrapped me in his arms.

  “Ew! You’re all sweaty,” I giggled, trying half-heartedly to shove him away but with no success.

  “That’s because I shagged my ass up the mountain while you sat pretty on top of Fiona just like the princess that you seem to think you are.”

  “I am a princess. And you’re my prince.” I kissed his nose, tasting a drop of sweat.

  “I’m no prince, bird.”

  Once again, serious Joss made his appearance. It would take time for him to understand life didn’t have to be so serious.

  “Well, you are my prince, Grizzly Adams. Can I trim your beard?”

  A puzzled expression contorted his face for a short second before he responded. “Would you like that?”

  I nodded. “What did you think when I just asked that? Something went through your mind.”

  That guarded wall stood strong for a moment until I took his hand and squeezed. “Abby liked the facial hair. I haven’t shaved since the day I went to court, when Brax and my attorney said I needed to.”

  My feelings shouldn’t be hurt but they were. She still held a piece of him. Maybe I shouldn’t be jealous of that, but I was. We were so similar, and I wonder if he ever compared us.

  “I’d like for you to trim it,” he added.

  “This is where you come to remember her, isn’t it?”

  After a quick glance over at the tree where he had carved her name, his eyes bore into mine. “Yes. At one time. But, I want some alone time with you and if that means here, I’m ok with that.”

  Words were sometimes difficult for Joss, so to hear him work through his feelings this way made me happy.

  “And, what do you intend to do to utilize your alone time with me effectively?”

  A slow, shit-eating grin flowed smoothly across his face. Only letting me go long enough to grab the blanket we’d strategically placed beneath Fiona’s saddle and spread it out, he beckoned me with his finger from where he stood.

  I bashfully strolled over to him. My lower half responding with anticipation.

  “I think you’ve exhibited your poor quarterbacking skills,” he snickered. “So, I’m going to devour you today.”

  A powerful shudder rippled up my body—an electrical jolt of sorts making every part of my body hum to life. “I’ve never been devoured,” I grinned playfully.

  Surprising me, he lifted me beneath my arms up to where we were eye to eye. He held me there, examining every inch of my face. There was something about his strength that turned me on. His ability to lift me, to carry me, to protect me made me feel so safe.

  “Your eyes are the most beautiful golden color. Wrap your legs around me.”

  Doing exactly as he said, my legs wound around his hips just as his arms wound around me. Our closeness was suffocating in the heat, yet the most beautiful, all-encompassing feeling I’d ever felt.

  With the utmost skill, he knelt, not faltering in his step or balance with an extra hundred and five pounds wrapped around him. Resting me on my back, he dropped his predictable pecks and delicious deeper kiss just like I loved. If I had to guess, I’d say his mouth was like heaven.

  He made quick work of my jean shorts; they were off and tossed aside in record time. I got lost in his expressions and even more lost in his eyes. His touches resembled that of fine china. Once my lace panties were off and, in his hand, he shoved them in his front jean pocket, throwing me a proud smirk.

  The warmth of his mouth, the way his tongue became reacquainted with my body, and the anticipation of what I knew was to come, made my toes curl. He did things to my body I didn’t know were possible. My head spun as I shook it from side to side, my pigtails stopping it from going too far. The first time Joss went down on me, I held back; I was more reserved. But this time, I couldn’t. My back arched pushing my center closer to him.

  There was a cross between an ‘mmm’ and a growl from him that sent me rocketing into the oblivion. I’d lost all thoughts as to everything. My body floated into another dimension as I rode the Joss bus to anywhere.

 
“Jesus Christ, Ren. I want inside you now.”

  Feeling like a soft, pool of goop, I only watched as he unfastened his jeans, lowering them past his thighs and knelt once more. He didn’t lay on top of me, he stayed upright but on his knees. I felt him pressing against my center. That initial pop the first time had hurt and burned so freaking bad. I silently prayed that didn’t happen again. Plus, I had bled that night and just wanted to be healed.

  Our eyes were lost in each other’s gaze. Desire. Lust. And love silently exchanged between us. As he leaned into me, a grimace twisted my expression.

  “Ah,” I whimpered.

  “Want me to stop?” he mouthed, but the words barely touched his lips.

  “God, no.”

  And those two words are all it took for Joss to push inside me. A similarly painful look ricocheted across his face. His hands wrapped around my thighs holding me in place while he slid in and out of me.

  “We have to get condoms,” he whispered. “I want to come inside of you so fucking bad.”

  As out of this world as this felt for me, it hit me in that moment that my body was pleasing him too. He was using my body to get himself off and that drove me mad. I arched my hips to meet his slow, torturous thrusts. His dark blue eyes shot open, first meeting my gaze and second staring down at what connected us.

  Self-conscious, I lowered my hand trying to cover what he was watching.

  “No,” he moaned. “It’s beautiful. You’re beautiful.”

  His head fell back when his breaths started coming quicker. I knew exactly what he was feeling.

  “God,” he groaned.

  “Mmm.” He swelled inside of me. I could feel it.

  The strength in his Adam’s apple seemed powerful when he swallowed. But, when his lips slightly parted and his thrusts came faster, I couldn’t help but watch him. Suddenly, he pulled out, abandoning my body as spurts of come shot low on my pelvis. Paralyzed in our moment together, we simply stared at each other.

  “Ren Briscoe,” he spoke softly, lying next to me. I dangled my leg over his not wanting to lose his touch.

  Turning my head to look at him, I said, “Joss Hess.”

  A sexy, tired grin breezed over his face.

  The pedicure guy tapped my foot and I adjusted myself again. I even glanced side to side hoping I hadn’t made any involuntary noises while reliving the memory.