by Piper Stone
I clung to him as he thrust his tongue inside, dominating mine in such a powerful manner. All the posturing we’d done, all the nasty words and angry innuendoes seemed insignificant. I was tingling all over, longing to strip away his clothing, allowing his sizzling skin to add fuel to my fire.
He eased back, peppering my mouth and cheek, darting his tongue around my lips. “God, I want you. You have no idea. Every inch. Every second.”
“Yes. I want you.” Dear God, with all I was and everything I had to give, I wanted this man like no other.
He wasted no time peeling away the robe, rubbing the tips of his fingers along my shoulders as the material fell to the floor. “You’re utterly breathtaking, the most beautiful girl in the entire world.” Lowering his head, he cupped my breasts as he dragged the tip of his tongue down the side of my neck.
Tingling, my heart doing flip-flops, I tugged at his shirt, fighting to undo his belt buckle. Even the feel of the rough leather in my hand was a reminder of just how dominating he truly was. Could I handle such a brute, a man who refused to take my bad behavior? I was swooning as he pinched my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, the pain exquisite.
Stars floated in front of my eyes as I managed to undo his jeans, tugging so hard on the flaps that I pulled him against me. I was drunk on the temptation in front of me, desperation clinging to every pore. It was as if there was no tomorrow, no chance of a bright and burning future. Only right now.
Only the two of us.
I’d never exploded in body and soul in this manner, unleashing all the anger, the horrible fear that had latched on, threatening to drag me into the very pit of my own private purgatory. Maybe he was my savior after all.
Growling, he mouthed the skin on my neck, creating a series of hot flashes dancing from my chest to the floor. “Sexy. Bad. Girl.”
I loved the huskiness of his voice, the way he elongated every word, a country twang meant for cruising on the dance floor.
The moment I managed to slide the tight waistband just past his carved hipbones, I squealed my delight. Exactly like a naughty little girl would do. The heat between us flashed like a wildfire, electricity shooting like lucky stars in the sky.
“Touch me, baby. Wrap those long fingers around my cock.”
I obeyed instantly, running the tip of my index finger down the underside, wrapping my entire hand around his throbbing cock. Bursts of synapses fired in my brain, my skin popping with goosebumps. I pumped up and down, twisting and turning my hand until the friction built, the feel of his skin scorching mine.
“Fuck. So good.” Montana crawled the back of his hand down my waist to my hip, brushing against my thigh. The pressure of his leg sliding between mine, making certain they were wide open for him was scintillating, exciting.
There was nothing like the feel of his swollen balls in my hand, the heat climbing and the sensations dazzling. I rolled them in my fingers, savoring the sensations, squeezing until he issued a strangled moan.
“You’re going to kill me,” he muttered as he rolled his thumb around my clit, taking his sweet time, driving me absolutely insane.
I could barely concentrate, my fingers almost numb as I brushed my knuckle across his sensitive slit. A few drops were my sweet reward. As I brought them to my lips, he eased back, watching me intently. I sucked my finger, making exaggerated noises, undulating my body as his eyes became murky from his own raging desire.
Taking a single step away, he jerked off his shirt, pitching it across the room. As he advanced again, his expression was carnivorous, his breathing ragged. “You are all mine. Every inch. Every drop.”
“Mmmm...” When I removed my finger with a slight pop, he dropped his head, licked across the seam of my lips.
Everything about this man was provocative, a sexual beast with insatiable hunger.
He slowly lowered to his knees, his lips kissing, his tongue licking, husky noises slipping past his pursed lips.
I was forced to grip his shoulders to keep from falling, even though my body never stopped swaying. As he took my leg, his forearm slipping under my thigh, lifting my foot off the floor, I bit back a series of cries. I knew exactly what he was going to do.
Feast.
Nothing had prepared me for the wetness of his mouth or the barbaric growl as he engulfed my pussy.
“Oh. Oh!” My scream floated into the air, my grip on his shoulders full of tension.
He held me in place, teasing my clit, darting his tongue around in lazy circles. Everything was a blur; my mind, my focus, my entire world. Pure ecstasy unfolded, ripping me into nirvana as he used a combination of his tongue and fingers, driving into the very core of me.
I was shaking, no longer able to feel my legs. Something or maybe everything about this was wrong, terribly disgraceful, but I no longer cared. I’d been lured into his magical world where there was no night and day, no sense of foreboding.
And I wanted more.
He slathered his tongue up and down my pussy, languishing in the actions, all the while issuing husky growls.
Just like the beast he truly was.
My fingers dug into his shoulders as he brought me oh-so close to a raging orgasm. My breath scattered, I could feel my body falling forward, even as his rugged hands held me fast, keeping me wide open.
For him.
For his pleasure.
Montana yanked me closer, easing one hand around my hip, gripping my bruised bottom. The other, all four long, delicious digits, had penetrated me, shifting past my delicate folds, finding the throbbing tissue that threatened to give away my excitement. I couldn’t resist him, or what he was doing.
The blanket of warmth enshrouding me was intense, beautiful in every manner and as my pussy clamped around his fingers and tongue, I lost my control.
“I’m going to... come. I can’t...”
He reared back, the savage sound more like the bellow of a predator. “Hold it. Only when I say.”
Was he kidding me? There was no way to hold back the orgasm, the sensations kicking my ass. Even my throat clamped nearly shut in anticipation, every nerve ending on fire, lit by a beast of a torch. “No. No. No!”
I was barely aware of the fact he’d shifted his hand to the crack of my ass, his thumb wiggling until the thick digit found my dark hole.
There was no holding back, no fear about the punishment I could receive for disobeying. My body was ravaged by desire, leaving me spent and aching even as the climax roared up from my curled toes. “No. I... I...” I threw my arms back, tipping my head as I lost my grip on my limited reality.
“That’s it. Come for me, baby.”
His words seemed muffled as my mind took a one-way trip to another world, shattering my last resolve. Everything around me was spinning, flashes of light dragging me into another zone. A single climax turned into a cataclysm of the most intense electricity, shooting through every cell and vein.
I heard the barbaric sounds coming from Montana’s mouth as he slowly eased to his feet, dragging his lips along the inside of my thigh, my tummy, and finally licking and nipping my nipple. All the while his fingers were caressing, brushing in circles and zigzags across my heated skin.
He cupped my face, taking several deep breaths as his face hovered over mine. “I’m going to fuck you, sliding my cock so deep inside that you never want another man again.”
“Yes. Oh, yes.”
I was forced to stay on my feet, even though every part of me continued to tremble, but the sight of him lowering his jeans oh-so slowly down his muscular thighs was worth the effort. He kicked off his shoes, wrangling his pants until they were kicked to the side. Unwanted.
Unneeded.
And the sight of such a spectacular man standing naked, every muscle and tendon flexing was one that captured my breath. There was no time to reflect, to enjoy the sight of the Adonis-like specimen. He dragged me once again into his arms, rubbing his hands up and down my back then lifting me into the air.
Even the ex
pression on his face was nothing but a carnivore, a man fulfilling a raging need. Within seconds, I was shoved against the back of the front door, one hand lifting my leg around his hip.
“You like it rough,” he stated in a matter-of-fact tone. There was no question, no hesitation on his part. He knew exactly what I craved.
“Uh-huh.” I shifted my other leg around him, sliding both arms over his shoulders. “As rough as it gets.”
He grinned in satisfaction before jutting his hips forward, taking his time to slide his cock past my aching folds. And all the while, the smile on his face was one of ownership.
Utter possession.
I dug my nails into his skin, giving him the same salacious look, clasping my feet together.
As he lowered his head, still not firmly seated inside, he snickered devilishly. “Imagine what else I can do to your body.”
“Show me. Teach me.”
“Mmm... All in good time. But only if you’re a very good girl.” His lips barely brushed over mine, another dark and dangerous laugh pushing from his mouth. “Don’t forget. I know exactly what you’re made of.”
He only thought he did.
The last hard thrust, filling me utterly with his glorious cock, stole the remainder of my breath. He slapped both hands on either side of me as he pumped in slow and even motions, every move deliciously orchestrated.
I felt like a perfect princess, my knight in shining armor taking me as only a man of honor could do. The few precious seconds of dreaming, fantasizing were powerful, allowing me to let go of every last inhibition. As he rode me, the speed and pressure intensifying, I was only able to make sharp, guttural sounds.
Once again, he was dragging me toward the special place of ecstasy, only to pull back, peppering kisses against my lips. Just the mere dart of his tongue, slathering my lips with his sweetness, sent another flurry of butterflies dancing in my stomach. The man knew exactly how to tease a woman, keep her close to a breaking point.
I could only concentrate on the thudding noises of my body being slammed against the solid wooden surface, almost music to my ears. Everything was a magical blur as he fucked me, using his strong thigh muscles to drive in a savage manner so deep into my pussy that I knew he’d touched my womb.
There was no stopping the crazed man. He crushed his mouth over mine, his hunger knowing no bounds. I didn’t fight his aggressive tongue, the way he drank every ounce of essence. I simply gave in, surrendering to the man I was falling so desperately hard for.
Nothing seemed real any longer but the two of us, our electrified connection and the glorious moments shared.
I knew he was close to coming, his entire body quivering seconds before shifting into a heightened level of tension. Against my own body’s desires, I only wanted to please him.
The man who’d awakened my soul.
The man who’d freed the smothered girl inside.
I clenched my pussy muscles, holding my breath as he threw his head back and roared. As he filled me, spewing seed deep into my womb, I could swear I heard him whispering forbidden words.
“I love you...”
Our bodies continued to shake as we clung to each other, his kisses becoming more gentle, sweet, and loving. I wanted nothing more than to explore every inch of his body, but this was stolen time, soon to be pushed aside.
As he eased me down, still hovering over me, still with the seductive grin on his face, I couldn’t stop shaking. For a few glorious minutes, I was allowed to explore in my own way, brushing my fingertips across his skin, delicately touching his chest and arms, his hips and thighs.
Montana seemed curious, watching every move I made, his nostrils flaring. Finally, he let out a glorious growl. “Do you approve?”
“One hundred percent perfection.” I could tell he was surprised at my words, amused yet touched. I meant every word I said.
He finally eased back, winking before giving me a once-over. “Much better than any breakfast I could make, but I do enjoy feasting on something ripe and delicious.”
“You’re so bad.”
Chuckling, he grabbed my robe, tossing it to me before reaching for his clothes. I noticed he glanced at his watch, his face pinched seeing the time.
“What about tonight?” I finally asked, my entire body shaking as I attempted to don the robe.
“What about it?”
“Any chance I can participate?”
He gave me the same benign look any doctor would give his patient. “That’s not going to happen. I will beat your ass if you even attempt your usual games.”
“Games?”
“Uh-huh,” he huffed as he dragged his shirt over his head. “You know exactly what I mean. I know you don’t care about your well-being, but I do. Besides, I need to keep you safe and the only way to do that is to require you to stay here.” He’d regained his authoritative voice.
“We just talked about this. You know I have work to do.” Was he kidding me?
“It’s my prerogative to change my mind.” He flopped down on the couch, yanking his boots closer.
“No, please don’t do that, Montana. I have a business to run. Our deal doesn’t include me dragging my clinic further into a mud pit.”
“No, but your safety is much more important. Don’t take that phone call lightly. If you need money, I’m happy to float you cash until you get on your feet. I’ll give you money, all I have, but I doubt you’ll take it.” He was so offhanded about the comment, as if money meant nothing to him. He stood, tucking in his shirt and walking closer.
I knew he was attempting to be helpful with his kind offer, but I also felt slighted, as if he didn’t trust my judgment. “I realize you mean well, but deal or no deal, I’m going back to my house. You obviously don’t have a clue what I’m made of.”
“I do know you, Holland. At least well enough to realize you can’t handle whatever this threat is by yourself. There are some bad people out there.”
“No, you don’t know me, Montana, other than the perception gained from my stupidity. I can handle whatever is going on. Okay? Whoever these assholes are, they are not scaring me away from my life. I will make the clinic something special. I will work every day and night if I have to do in order to build a clientele. I will make a name for myself, if only for a few months with the rodeo. And I will do it all by myself. Both aspects of my life are very important to me, more than anything. I worked for a small vet who taught me that even small acts of kindness can change a furry baby’s life. That’s all I’ve wanted since I was twelve. Don’t you get it? Didn’t the story I told you about my childhood mean anything?”
“Of course it does. More than you know.”
Montana adopted the same craggy expression I’d seen so many times, fighting the challenge from a woman. When his entire features softened, breath skipping from those damn succulent, rosy lips, I wanted to reach out and beg his forgiveness. For what?
Because he obviously does care.
I folded my arms, remaining defiant even as my stomach churned. The discussion was merely a reminder of how wretched the situation truly was. I wanted to bring him in more than anything but in doing so, I’d place his life in jeopardy. I couldn’t risk that. The threat meant that they were watching me, every aspect of my life. It could be anyone that they sent.
“What does your father have to do with this?”
The question seemed to come out of the blue. I was flabbergasted. I should never have mentioned him, certainly not in a bad light. “When I mentioned that he would love to derail me, I said that out of emotion in telling the story. I resented him terribly for what he did.”
He cocked his head, studying me. Questioning my answer. “What does your father do?”
I could feel the heat shifting all the way from my chest, the warm flush immediately creating a bead of perspiration. “He’s a wealth manager for high-end clients.”
“Hmmm... Okay. Are you afraid of him?”
Another question I didn’t want t
o handle. “I’m not afraid of my father. We simply don’t get along. I have my life and he has his.” No, I was terrified of the people he’d gotten involved with, the lust for money more important than his relationship with his daughter. For that, I would always resent him. “Why do you hate your father?”
Snorting, he ran his fingers through his hair. “I don’t hate him, Holland. It’s the other way around. He can’t stand the man I’ve become.”
Given the expression on his face, I knew better than to push. “Then we’re both lost.”
“Maybe so.” Exhaling, he looked away for a few seconds before backing toward the door. “I worry about you, Holland. There is a connection that we have, one I can’t explain, but dammit, you mean a hell of a lot to me. I can tell you’re terrified. If only you would confide in me, I’ll do everything in my power to help you. I loved hearing your story, the tenacity and fierceness that you showed, as you do every day. You’re an amazing woman and I’m just an asshole, but I won’t apologize for what you call overreacting. While I have my reasons, I know I can’t take them out on you. You’re right about the clinic. I shouldn’t have condemned all your efforts. But now, I need you to trust me. Can you do that?”
The honesty in his voice and the sincerity of his words were stilling, butterflies pooling in my stomach. All I wanted to do was reach out, have him hold me all day long. Protect me. I wanted the fairy tale, but the reality was so different.
If I allowed him completely inside, I could ruin the best thing that had ever happened in my life. He could never be with a woman like me. That wasn’t a risk I wasn’t willing to take.
“I trust you but it’s honestly no big deal. Okay? Just some yo-head I probably pissed off at a bar. You know how I am.”
He remained still, his once dazzling eyes dulling. “All right. Have it your way. I’ll stop giving a shit. Stay as long as you like. Just make certain you lock the door when you leave.”
His sentences were short and curt.
With that, he walked out the door, taking long strides to his truck. I stood in the doorway, cringing as he skidded out of the driveway, dirt and dust flying behind the massive Ram. When I closed the door, I almost fell apart, the burn of tears slipping past my lashes a reminder that I’d brought this mess with me.