Stony Creek Cowboy [Stony Creek] (Siren Publishing Classic) (13 page)

“What is going on back there? Maybe I should go look at the casualties?” Billie inquired with a laugh.

“Nope, just proper manners being taught. We don’t quite handle things by the book out here, Doc. Men need to act like men, respectfully.” With that, he ended the conversation. A sudden tap on Mr. Powell’s shoulder had both their attention immediately.

Billie breath caught as she saw Jackson’s gorgeous face towering over his father’s shoulder. He wore a hard, possessive look, and she could feel the tension that radiated from his body. Billie was barely aware of the soft kiss that was pressed onto her cheek by Mr. Powell. She was smoothly transferred without preamble into Jackson’s waiting arms. There was nothing polite about the way he hooked his right arm all the way around her back, pulling her into his embrace in one swift move, flush against his rock-hard body. He felt all male as he was tense and aroused. She could smell his cologne teasing at her senses, making her knees weak. His hot, light breath skimmed over her skin, causing her to practically puddle in relief at his feet. She felt his mouth on the sensitive spot on her neck as he bent near.

“Are you okay, baby?” Jackson softly inquired, letting his lips rub on the outer shell of her ear. Streaks of hot electricity ran down to her core as she caught her breath. “You are safe. I saw what happened and took care of it. He left for the evening and won’t be back tonight. My family and I will never let anything happen to you.”

Billie just gazed up into Jackson’s gorgeous green eyes that seemed to be getting darker as the moments passed. With his body erotically rubbing up against hers under the guise of the sway of the dance, both Jackson and Billie could hear and feel the increased sounds of breathing from each other. His rock-hard erection was molding into her stomach. She shifted her body over the thick, hard ridge once, then twice with a light twist of her hips. She heard his deep groan. He pulled her tighter, his hands kneaded into the top of her buttocks with his index finger running the crack between them. Billie moaned into his chest at the sensual caress. She would be lying if she didn’t admit to herself that Jackson’s handling of Len and possessive hold didn’t fire her blood to even higher levels of arousal.

“Jackson, what are you doing to me?” Billie moaned breathlessly. “I thought you cared about me. I thought you were my friend. You are killing me.” She knew she must look as desperate as she felt. She felt like she couldn’t take another round of feverish kissing and then…nothing. Her arousal had her rubbing her thighs at feeling her juices running out of her swollen, drenched pussy.

Jackson gave her a scorching look that was determined to win its prize. “Baby, I don’t want to be just your friend anymore. I am going to make love to you. Tonight. Now. If you have any reservations, now would be the time to tell me, where I have the pressure of an audience to stop myself. If not, then we are going to wave our good-byes and leave. They are all waiting for it anyway,” he said with a laugh that almost hurt from the steel in his painfully thick erection. “Say yes, Billie, and we can go.” She was his and he damn well was tired of fighting himself and his past.

Billie never even had a moment’s hesitation. She was lost to her desire for the man who held her so possessively in his arms. She felt his fingers sliding lightly now over the softness of the material of her shirt, tracing the line of her bra in the back. Every few seconds, she felt his fingertips slide to her sides, secretly caressing the sides of her breasts through the satin of her bra while forcing her breasts harder into his chest. Her breathing was starting to now become erratic as he inserted his thigh slightly between her legs. The motion forced one of her thighs into view from the slit as it was being shifted open.

Jackson leaned further down to admire the view and murmur into her ear.

“I bet if I slide my hand under your thigh and lift it to wrap around my waist, my fingers would find you very, very wet, baby, no? What happens when I do this?” With that, he let his lips slide over to the pulse point behind her ear while using one hand to roughly grasp and squeeze her ass cheek. He expertly rolled his hips to push his hard cock into her as he applied counterpressure from his hold on her ass.

She moaned in pleasure, trying to move her hands from his neck to touch him, anywhere, but his steely strength and height prevented her movement. She was captive while being pinned against his body and his erection, both of which were waiting for her answer. She shivered at his control in this position.

“Please, Jackson, take me. I cannot bear it anymore. I want you to take me, please. I beg you,” Billie almost cried out.

Jackson gentled his touch to a loving stroke along her upper back and turned with her in his arms. “Do not beg, my love, I will take you. Now. We are going. Do not stop or talk unless I tell you to. Do you understand?”

“Yes. Anything, Jackson, but
please
hurry,” she said desperately.

Jackson used his huge body to make a path through the enormous crowd on the floor as well by the bar. Many people called out to them as he gently eased them through the sea of people. Billie turned in Jackson’s arms as she felt another woman’s soft hand placing her purse into her hands as they made their way. She saw it was Lillian Powell with arms linked with Florence. They both had soft, approving smiles on their faces. Billie tried to smile back but was distracted by her pussy clenching in anticipation as Jackson ground his erection against her backside where it was hidden by the crowd. He stopped momentarily to listen as his father said something to him. She heard some clapping and bursts of laughter as he pulled them away from the crowd. Jackson then began maneuvering them toward the door and out into the cool night.

She turned to him once outside but he took her hand and set a brisk pace to his giant dually. She moved toward the passenger side to suddenly feel him gently push her up against the door with his body. He lifted her skirt slightly and ran his fingers up the backs of her knees encased in her silken stockings. Hot lips traveled down from the back of her neck with soft nips to the side. His strong hands were now free to wander in the shadows by his truck. She felt them run from her waist up to the sides of her breasts. He paused for a moment, as he took a deep breath, as though inhaling her scent, and ran his hands determinedly around to knead both breasts at the same time.

“Oh god, you feel fucking amazing, baby. I want you so badly I feel like I could come right here by grinding my cock into your ass. Give me your lips, darlin’. I cannot wait another second or I will rip this scrap of silk off you to get at these breasts,” Jackson said, panting like he was on the verge of losing control. Billie felt herself tremble slightly at his words. Her nipples were so erect against the overwhelming pleasure she felt on having his hands cupping and massaging her breasts one at a time, then together pushed up to her neckline. It was ecstasy. She half turned, while still pressing backward and grinding her ass back into his groin, reveling in the feel of his cock pulsing against her.

He took possession of her mouth in that moment. Hot lips met hers, strong and masculine in texture. He ran his tongue lightly over each lip, almost in reverence. The second he heard her sigh in pleasure, he deepened the kiss almost savagely, thrusting his tongue into the caverns of her mouth.

She cried out in the unbelievable passion that ripped through her as she tangled her tongue with his. His mouth slashed over and over hers as though trying to consume her in a way completely different from any kiss he had given her yet. She could feel his possessive need rolling off of him and she liked it. Billie felt her knees buckle as she sagged backward against him.

With seemingly no effort, he ripped open her shirt in search of his prize. The top button flew off as she felt him slide his callused right hand onto her left breast. It was as though he was desperate to touch her silken skin, by the way she felt him thrust his fingers along the edge of the satin cup.

Gushes of moisture ran from her as she felt his fingertips erotically running back and forth across her sensitive upper swell. She shivered in his embrace as he found her erect nipple and stroked over it with reverence.

Jackson could no longer control himself as he started to grind harder into her ass as he ran his other hand over her partially exposed thigh, lightly squeezing. He shuddered with the sensual feel of her firm, muscled leg and nipple within his hands finally. She was his and he was never going to let her go. Jackson’s head swam as his lips returned to tasting the sweat on the side of her neck, alternating between sucking and licking her as his own pleasure soared. His cock wept pre-cum as he practically cried out in need to be inside of her. With a savage intent, he switched from stroking her nipple to finally enveloping the entire succulent globe into his hand. He growled in his pleasure, causing her to cry out.

“Jackson,” she panted out, her breathing violently erratic against his chest. “Take me, take me here. I cannot stand it another second. Fuck me please, baby.”

It was her words that sobered him for the split second he needed. He took a momentary stock of their surroundings and how chilly it was. Shit, he was so overwhelmed by his need for her that he didn’t even realize that she might be cold. He was going to fuck her and fuck her hard, but not out here with the potential for anyone to interrupt them. She was the town doctor and she was also his! No one was going see her like this. Jackson took several deep breaths as he smirked in anticipation of taking her in a more secluded environment as he picked her up and cradled her into his arms. Billie wore a bemused expression with her eyes glazed with her passion. Her lips were swollen and her hair was seductively mused around her face. He placed her gently on the seat and he buckled her in. Jackson, however, stopped to place his lips right over where her skirt covered her mound. He fastened his wet, hot mouth directly over her hot, wet inferno. She cried out at the unexpected sensations that threatened to take her over. Instead of a quick kiss, he sucked and licked through the material hiding his desired target, thus further arousing her to a crazed state. He then stood, shut the door, and walked quickly to his side of the truck. Once in, he looked at her heatedly, passion making his features taut.

“Remember, no talking until I give you permission.” His breathing was as labored as hers. It was comforting to know he was on the same precipice that she was.

Jackson pulled out and sped toward her home. Needing to touch her, he reached out with his right hand and ran the backs of his fingers over her cheek.

Billie’s anticipation made her unable to sit passively and turned her face to kiss his palm. Her tongue swirled into his palm and then unexpectedly sucked one of his fingers into her wet mouth. She heard as Jackson growled out either in pleasure or arousal, Billie knew not which it was, at the action.

He pulled his hand away and ran it down her neck, to her shoulder, and finally onto her exposed breast. He never took his eyes from the road, but she knew he was on edge by his shallow, erratic breathing, which was now mimicking hers. He squeezed her breast determinedly.

“Baby, if I knew that these were so going to feel so amazing, I would have started worshiping them from the first moment I caught you and never stopped,” Jackson ground out. He tried to focus on the road as his mouth watered at the thought of sucking her nipples until she screamed in pleasure. He shifted in pain as his cock strained against its restraints at the image.

“You did touch me then. Don’t you remember? It was the most scary, embarrassing, and erotic moment I had had in my life up until then,” Billie softly reminded him.

Jackson responded by using his thumb to rub deliciously over her pebbled nipple, causing her breath to hitch further. He rubbed the nub between his thumb and forefinger, causing her to moan in pleasure. He had some mercy on her and slid his hand further down, while keeping the other hand on the wheel. It ran over her hip with the thumb on the outside and his fingers grazing over her mound again.

Billie shuddered and knew she was dripping her arousal. Could he scent it in the confines of the cab? She was sure there would be a wet mark on his leather seat and didn’t care. It was her mark on her seat for her man. If he kept stroking, she was sure she would come right there. Just as the tingling started up her backside, he shifted his hand lower. She groaned out her frustration and almost pulled his hand back. Jackson turned slightly to admire her legs encased in her soft stockings.

“Silk, baby?” he questioned, running his hands unwaveringly over thighs again and again.

“Yes,” was all she said, as he had told her not to talk.

Just then, the dually pulled onto the road leading to her home. If anything, he seemed to press the gas pedal even harder in his determination to get her there. As he pulled in front of her house, he shut off the truck and turned to her. He seemed to be trying to get his respirations under some sort of control.

With a very serious, no-nonsense look, he gave her one last chance. “Darlin’, this is it. If you want me to stop here, I will. It won’t be easy, but I will. However, once you agree again, you are mine. Period. I intend to fuck you senseless and until we both cannot stand.”

Billie looked at Jackson and couldn’t even speak anymore. She unbuckled her seatbelt and slid over to him on the seat. She mashed her body up against him and lifted her face. She met his heated gaze with her own and nodded firmly.

It was all Jackson needed. “Baby, I haven’t had sex in a while and was given the clean and clear by old Dr. Cranky. However, if you want me to use a condom, I will, darlin’.”