Rocky Waters (Lovers Lake)

by C. M. Steele

  “I’ll drop off her bags tonight,” he says with a chuckle as the distance grows. I wave my hand, letting him know I heard.

  “Michael,” she shouts out for him. My hand comes down on her ass cheek which is perfectly angled in my face. I want to turn and bite that juicy motherfucker.

  “Oh my God. Did you just spank me?” Darcy cries out, clearly offended, but I’m not concerned in the least because her pussy clenches on my shoulder. She fucking likes that shit no matter the protests coming from her soft, pouty lips.

  “Hell yes, I did. Don’t ever call out for another man while you’re in my arms,” I warn her.

  “Put me down, you big brute,” she shouts, banging on my back with her tiny fists. I spank her ass again.

  “Behave, Lioness,” I warn her, gently massaging her ass, causing a slight moan to involuntarily escape her lips. She claps her hand to her mouth, but it’s too late. That sound has registered in my brain and traveled straight to my sack.

  “Ugh. This is so embarrassing,” Darcy sighs.

  “For whom?” I ask. “You wanted to meet me. I’m giving you an exclusive meeting. The most exclusive it can get,” I use my free arm to adjust my throbbing cock.

  “If you really are Bennett Lake. Why did he call you Rocky, whatever?”

  “That’s my nickname, baby. Calm your ass down before I tie you up and spank your pretty bottom.” Her thighs clench together on my shoulder again, and I know she’s getting more turned on by that idea. I reach up and rub her ass. “Do you need that, baby? Do you need me to slap your ass until you’re soaking with need?”

  “I need you to put me down.” She’s such a cute little liar because her words don’t come out with any force, and her juices have dampened her shorts.

  “Soon.” We’re almost to the cabin and my phone rings. I ignore it and go about carrying my queen to her new vacation castle. It’s a long walk back and I’m covered in sweat, feeling the ache in my balls as her sexy body rubs on mine.

  “We’re here,” I growl, unlocking the door and stepping inside. I lock it before sliding her down my body.

  “What are you going to….” My hands cup her face, kissing her silent. She doesn’t fight me. Instead, she throws her hands into my hair, tugging it, moaning as she returns my kiss.

  I pull back to answer before I fuck her brains out. “I’m not sure just yet, but I will say this is a first.”

  “Kidnapping a woman and dragging her off to your lair?” She arches her brow, and I could swear that’s jealousy in her tone.

  “I didn’t kidnap you and I sure as fuck didn’t drag you. I’d never hurt you, Darcy. Now, what I’d like to do is strip you naked, lick every inch of you before pinning you to the bed, and filling you up until you’re shaking and creaming on my cock.”

  “Are you crazy?” Her mouth pops open in shock at my boldness.

  I think about it and then shrug. “That’s to be seen, but since you’re not objecting I’m guessing the idea has merit.”

  “Mr. Lake,” she scolds me, losing her bravado.

  “Bennett,” I correct her softly, running my hands through her hair and using one hand to cup the back of her neck. “Say my name, Darcy. I want to hear it come from those gorgeous, pouty lips.”

  “Bennett.”

  I growl against her throat, wanting to lick every inch of her. “God, that sounds so perfect. I could listen to it over and over as you come for me. What do you want?”

  “Bennett, kiss me again.”

  “Hell, yes.” I devour her lips again, ready to take this to my bedroom, but I stop. Pulling back, I press my forehead against hers and breathe heavily. I need to give her a chance to say no. “Tell me you want this, Darcy. If you don’t, I need to know now.” I’m silently praying she does, but I’ll stop if she gives the word.

  “I need you, Bennett.” With a rumble of pride deep in my throat, I scoop her into my arms, cradling her as I take her to my room. I toss her gently on the bed, and then I pounce, straddling her form as I bend down for another kiss. I love the soft pillowy feel of them against mine. Skimming my fingers up her waist to the sides of her breasts, I watch every movement, listen to every sound, and commit it to memory. I need to be in her, but if I hurry, I’ll blow my load like a teenage boy, so I pull back to stare at her.

  Her eyes pop open, a look of concern in them. “What’s wrong?” she asks, lifting her upper body and resting it on her forearms.

  “Nothing. You’re every man’s fantasy,” I confess, tugging off my clothes so I can focus solely on touching her for the next few hours.

  Her eyes widen as she sees my huge cock, jutting straight at her, full and ready. Perhaps I should have waited until she was coming apart on my tongue. Fuck. Is she going to want to stop?

  She licks her lips. “Wow, you’re perfection. You’re going to break me in two.” I chuckle, letting some of the tension go.

  “I’ll always put you back together, Darcy.” I grab her top and lift it off of her. She tugs down her shorts to reveal her skimpy panties. “Were these for him?” I snarl, feeling insanely jealous.

  “No, they were for the shoot,” she replies. I grab the hem and tear them off her. “Hey.”

  “I’ll buy you more. Just knowing he could have touched them, seen them, or that someone else could, sends my pulse racing with petty jealousy.” I climb between her legs. “You walked into the wrong man’s woods. I’m afraid I might not ever let you leave.”

  “You make that sound so terrible,” she says with a wink.

  “Fuck, you’re gonna make me nut all over your pretty pussy when I want to bury myself between these creamy thighs.” I stroke her soft skin, teasing my way up to her slit. “First, I need to taste all of you.”

  “Animal,” she cries out as I finger her tight hole. Fuck, I don’t know how I’m going to get my thick cock inside without tearing her in two. She’s about half the size of me.

  “Yes, I am an animal. Now, I brought you to my lair to eat you up. Lay back and let me feast, beautiful.” Parting her lips, I swipe my tongue, getting the first sample of her sweet, heady flavor. Slowly, I increase my pace, testing my fingers gently past her folds, one at a time. She’s so painfully tight. Sucking on her little nub peeking through her folds, I groan as she grips my hair and cries out, screaming my name over and over. She comes on my face and I lick up every drop before making my way up her body.

  I need to claim, I need to make her mine. She has no idea what she’s doing to me. For the first time in my life, I have another obsession, and it’s Darcy. The tip of my cock butts at her entrance, inching closer to her treasured home.

  “I need to be inside you,” I growl.

  “Take me.” Her eyes are trusting and sweet. I know I don’t have a condom because I never thought I’d need them but damn the consequences. I have to make her mine. I slam forward, taking her virginity in one long stroke while crushing her mouth with mine to absorb her scream.

  “Fuck, I’m sorry.” I had no idea I was getting all of her. I had no idea. How can I ever let her go?

  That’s easy— I’m not.

  “It’s okay. It was just a pinch.” She’s putting on a brave face while I try not to move. I want to rut into her pretty pink pussy until I send my load all over her tight walls. Once she relaxes, I continue to slowly rock in and out of her until her ankles hook around my calves and I’m a goner. My knees are weak, and my vision blackens for a minute, but as I return to reality, I see the most beautiful face in my life. Darcy’s flush from the orgasm. I wish I’d lasted, but I promise to make it up to her.

  “I’m sorry. I should have held out longer for you to come again,” I apologize, bending down to kiss her lips.

  “No, it was great. I don’t think I can. It’s my first time after all.” I gently pull out of her and see our sticky mess with the tinge of pink from her blood on my cock. God, I feel like beating my chest, and at the same time kick my own ass. I hurt her.

  “We didn’t use a condom.”
I tell her. Not that I mind because I see our future together like a well laid out story.

  “I’m on birth control. My mom put me on it when I was eighteen just in case, but I didn’t need it until now.”

  “Thank fuck for that. I’d hate to have to kill all your lovers.” The thought of that little pissant down there with her or maybe Michael. No, he wouldn’t have pointed her out to me if he wanted her. Still, I can’t help feeling possessive. This is all new to me.

  “You wouldn’t,” she challenges

  “I sure would have. You belong to me,” I tell her.

  “What about all your skeletons?” She glares at me, daring me to confess my past.

  “There are none. The truth is, you’re my first and only, Darcy.”

  “Bullshit.” She sits up angrily, covering herself up with the blanket.

  I grasp her chin, getting her to look into my eyes as I bite out, “It’s not fucking bullshit. It’s pitiful, but it’s the truth.”

  “Why then? Men are walking hormones. You saw that asshole today.”

  “Yes, well you are gorgeous and he’s pathetic. The truth is when I was seventeen, I was a super geek, a scrawny, pubescent-looking geek. One day one of the high school cheerleaders who I helped with homework every once in a while asked me out. I said yes, but she only did it to make a fool of me. After our date, she had her boyfriend there to kick my ass. The thing is, I might have been small, but I had grit. I ended up in the hospital, but then so did he.” I stand up and toss on my boxers.

  “After that I stayed away from every girl and devoted my summer to conditioning my body through lots of weightlifting and running. Senior year, I came back looking like a stud, but I didn’t give anyone my time.” I rub her feet as I continue with my story.

  “I’d only been out of high school a month when I got my first book deal. Then I became famous and devoted to my work. There were pretty women that I have encountered. Denying that is like saying there’s no sun, but that doesn’t mean I was interested in sleeping with them. Well until today that is. I didn’t want to meet you at first because I thought…”

  “I was some groupie who wanted to sleep with you?” she asks with a blush.

  I nod and chuckle because that’s precisely what we ended up doing. Not that I’d complain about that.

  “I changed my mind a minute later and decided not to be a dick. I was texting Michael back when he sent me your picture. One look was all I needed. I saw you and lost it. That’s how we’re here.”

  “Wow. Just wow.”

  “You have no idea. At thirty-three, I know what I want and that’s you. Please don’t doubt me again. I’d never betray your trust, Darcy.”

  “Oh my goodness. That’s awful that she played you like that, but it’s good for me though.” She blushes.

  “Interestingly enough is that I saw him this week, and we buried the hatchet.”

  “What about the girl?” She sounds jealous.

  “She’s married and living far from here. She came from a wealthy family and still has it, but frankly, if no one told me I wouldn’t give a shit. I have no interest in her. I was a young guy. Haven’t you ever liked someone?” She’s about to answer when I put my hand to her lips. “Forget that. I don’t want to know.”

  “I don’t have any horror stories but going to school full time and helping take care of my sisters because my parents have health problems and that kept me away from chasing boys.”

  “That’s good. What happened to your parents?”

  “They moved to Florida. My father broke his hip in a motorcycle accident when I was fifteen and my mother has always been sickly. Their bodies couldn’t handle the cold anymore, so they moved as soon as my youngest sister turned eighteen.”

  “What about your family?” she asks.

  It’s tragic, and I never mentioned it to my readers because it’s not something I prefer to talk about, but Darcy’s special to me even if she doesn’t know it. “My parents died a few years ago in a car accident. My father drank like a fish and decided to take my mom out on a joy ride. They were bombed when they crashed off the mountain side. I loved them even though they had their problems. I don’t have any siblings, and I have some distant family I don’t deal with.”

  “Any reason why you’re not close to the others?”

  “Well, they didn’t want anything to do with my parents when they were alive and when I got famous they came flying out of the woodwork, looking to be my best friends. I don’t have time for people like that. I wish them the best, but I have a very few select people I associate with and some I would truly consider my family.”

  “That’s rough. I have my sisters, but that’s about it. I love my parents, but we’re not close. I don’t have besties unless my sisters count because I don’t have time for more,” she confesses.

  I don’t have many people in my life by choice. I want to know more about her. Every single thing.

  I run my hands over hers, squeezing them gently. “So you’re a model, I see. Tell me more about the woman who has already captivated me.”

  She blushes so prettily, I just want to kiss her, so I do. “Um…so about me…yes, I model, but I really like to act. I love the stage, not film, though. There’s something freeing knowing that I’m performing for a live audience. I’ve been doing it for four years now. Senior year in high school I got bitten by the acting bug and couldn’t stop myself.” She smiles, looking embarrassed, but I am fascinated.

  “Where do you call home?” Soon it’s going to be with me.

  “Chicago. My sisters and I share an apartment there while I work in Chicago’s Theatre District.”

  “Are you waiting for your big break?” I ask, wondering if I’m going to have to move to New York so she can perform on Broadway.

  “No. I’ve had a couple prominent roles, but I take the small parts as well. The modeling helps pay the bills, so I do a photoshoot two to three times a month. It’s not that much, but my sisters and I share a place, so it makes it a lot cheaper.

  “Damn, so I really messed it up for you?” Not that it matters anyway because I plan to take care of her for the rest of our lives, not that I’d tell her that. I don’t want her to get overwhelmed with my demands. All in good time.

  “Yes and no. That guy was too handsy and a real asshat. I couldn’t wait to get away from him.”

  I’m mentally thinking of all the ways I could dispose of him in my woods. I wouldn’t tarnish the lake but bringing back that wolf pack sounds like a good idea.

  “If he ever comes near you again, I might have to kill him,” I admit.

  “You’re so sexy when you’re territorial, Mr. Lake.”

  “I’m glad you think so because I plan to always be that way.” I kiss her tenderly and pull down the sheet from her body. Slowly we join again and this time I don’t disappoint. Darcy comes hard on my cock to the point we both fall into a peaceful sleep.

  Chapter Four

  Bennett

  I wake up with my sleeping beauty in my arms; she’s letting out the softest snore that’s absolutely adorable. We haven’t been sleeping long, but that afternoon delight wore us both out. I get up and decide to start dinner because I’m starving and I’m sure she is too. I’d already taken out a roast which I planned to make into two meals, but now that I’ve got my woman here it will be a great dinner. I slip on some clothes because cooking naked isn’t the smartest thing to do. Besides, I can’t ruin the body she thoroughly enjoyed looking at. Fuck, Darcy makes me want to hit the gym so I can keep this muscular physique.

  I’ll do whatever it takes to get her to stay. Hell, how do I convince her to move back to Texas with me? Chicago is so damn far, and I can’t just give up my ranch. It would take a lot of effort. And no offense to the Windy City, I’m not moving to somewhere with shitty weather when I have a beautiful place here if I want the freezing cold almost all year long.

  My phone beeps and it’s Michael. Left her things on the back porch. That prick mentio
ned calling the sheriff. Didn’t want him to snatch up her bags.

  The luggage is on the back porch, so I go around and grab it and then shoot him a thank you text back.

  I get dinner started and check in on Darcy. My queen is sleeping in bed, looking thoroughly fucked and sexy.

  It’s six at night and just as I head back to the kitchen someone’s pounding on my door. I know who it is and don’t want to deal with this fuck. I don’t have time for this shit, so I storm toward the door and swing it open to find Sheriff Whitaker Marlowe.

  “What’s up?” I see the asshole behind Marlowe and rage shoots through me. “Didn’t I say get the fuck off my property?”

  “You kidnapped my girlfriend.” The punk tries to look tough behind the sheriff while pointing his finger at me, but I just flinch toward the fuck, and he backs up like the coward he is. I want to ring his neck and dig a hole because he dared to claim she belonged to him.

  “Watch your mouth or you will, when I rip your eyes from your head and stuff them in your mouth.” I turn my attention to the sheriff who is trying to see behind my large frame. “She’s fine and if I was you, I’d stop peeking through my door because if you happen to see her naked, I’ll rip out your eyes too.” It’s the only warning they’ll get.

  “You raped her,” the asshole shouts, pointing his finger at me again. I’m really going to kill his bastard now that he’s really asking for it.

  “What the hell? Get out of here, Warrick,” Darcy says behind me.

  “For the love of all that’s holy you better have some fucking clothes on,” I growl without turning back to see.

  “I do. You big possessive brute.” She slides under my arm and she’s wearing my flannel shirt, fuck she looks sexy as hell. “I’m fine, officer. Bennett’s an animal, but you know some of us girls just like it that way. Now if you’ll excuse me, but you heard my fiancé get this piece of shit off his property or it’s going to be a bit rocky.”

  “Shit, you are sexy,” I growl, bending backward slightly to stare at her ass.