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While he was contemplating his needs and desires, Avery surprised him and began unbuttoning his shirt. When he covered her hands with his, she begged. “Please? I just want to look at you.” The desire in her eyes was his undoing. Isaac almost popped off a couple of the tiny black buttons helping her, Libby was gonna fuss at him if she had to sew them back on. When it was all undone, he whipped it around and tossed it and the vest to the floor. Avery stared and licked her lips. “Isaac – oh, Isaac.” She pressed both palms on his pecs and began to rub. “As it says in the Psalms – you are magnificently and wonderfully made. I could just eat you up.” Without waiting for an invitation, she mimicked his earlier action and rubbed her mouth across his copper colored nipple before circling it with her tongue.

“Enough!” He framed her face and stopped her erotic play before he embarrassed himself by shooting his wad in his shorts. “I need your attention to be focused a little lower down.”

“On your penis?” Her delicate way of speaking made him smile.

“At least you didn’t call it my petey. That was what Nathan used to call his little contraption. Say it, Avery. Any woman who is about to give a man a blowjob ought to be able to call a spade a spade.” She looked at him skeptically, but the pulse point at her neck was visible and fluttering like a butterfly behind silk.

She gulped, but gave it a shot. “Your . . . cock.” As soon as the words left her lips, she smiled in triumph and Isaac’s heart did a swan dive. Damn, if he didn’t toughen up toward this little darlin’ she was gonna completely ruin his Badass Dom reputation. “Free me,” he directed gruffly. Turning her attention to his rapidly expanding manhood, she set out to divest him of his briefs. The look of concentration on her face was priceless. At the corner of her mouth, a little pink tongue emerged. And when she unveiled him and gasped at what she had uncovered, he thought she was the cutest, sweetest thing he had ever seen. “Goodness!”

Isaac forced himself to be still – and just enjoy. Avery held out her hand - fingers almost touching his dick – as if she expected it to jump up and grab her – and he was so hard, he just might. She let out a harsh breath and ran a finger from base to head, tracing the ridges and veins. “You’re beautiful,” she breathed. With tender care she circled the swollen plum head and gasped when it jumped in her hand. She measured it, holding it up to his belly and against her palm. Isaac didn’t know how much more he could stand. “Avery if you don’t get down to business, I’m gonna expire from sheer exasperation.”

She locked eyes with Isaac as she carefully wrapped her hand around his rod and squeezed. “You are so hard and hot,” she almost moaned as she whispered the words. Moving her fist up and down – she watched his face as he closed his eyes and let his head fall back. “Does that feel good?” she asked, needing to know she was doing it right.

“Hell, yes,” he hissed. “But I need your mouth. I need you to suck me.” Honesty – he believed in honesty. She pumped him twice more, her hips working back and forth in an agitated motion. “What’s wrong?” He knew, but he wanted her to tell him.

“I feel needy, like I did when you were touching me a bit ago.”

Her confession mesmerized him. “Don’t worry, I’ll give you what you need,” he promised. When she reached between his legs and found his balls, his breath hissed from between clenched teeth. Yes, he’d give her what she needed - but not right yet. “God Almighty!” She was killing him.

“They’re so hard and big.” She rolled his testicles between her fingers and his hips lifted – begging for more. “Avery. . .” he warned.

“Don’t worry,” she smiled at him and wiggled as if hunting a comfortable spot. “I can do this – I’ve been practicing.”

Practicing? What the hell? Isaac started to think what that might mean, but when she covered the head of his cock with her hot, wet, velvety mouth – his mind went absolutely blank. And when she began to suck, while stroking him with that magic little hand of hers . . . . . . “Holy shit!”

Avery stopped what she was doing, “Isaac? Did I do it wrong?”

“Hell, no – it’s too good. More!” he demanded. With a renewed sense of confidence she continued to love him. Taking him deep like she had been taught, she swirled her tongue, licked and sucked, pumping him with her fist with one hand and caressing his sac with the other. The girls at the brothel had promised her she could please Isaac this way. So Avery put her whole heart into it and every time he grunted or moaned or ran an approving hand down the side of her head, she wanted to beam. But her mouth was too busy for smiling. Other parts of her were getting downright perky - her nipples were peaking, her clitoris was throbbing and she was feeling wet and wiggly. If this operation didn’t require two hands, she would touch herself to find some relief.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Isaac’s whole body shook. Jesus! She was killing him! And, by God, she was beautiful. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her. Never in his life had he expected to see the erotic scene before him – his Avery Rose on her knees, at his feet with a look of absolute wonder on her face. Her lips were stretched around his cock and she was making the sweetest most contented little sucking noises. There was no way in hell he could last. “You’re so good, baby.” His words were barely coherent, they came out more as growls – but she seemed to understand. Her big eyes found his and Isaac recorded the image forever. Was there ever a more beautiful sight than your woman looking up at you, beseechingly, while she gifted you with ecstasy? “Take me to heaven, Avery.” A tiny nod, she understood. She closed her eyes, bobbed her mouth and sucked harder. Circling her fingers loosely at the root of his cock, she pumped him in rapid, short strokes.

“Hell, yeah! I’m fixing to cum. Let me,” he tried to pull his cock out of her mouth, but she pushed back on his hand. “Damn!” He hadn’t expected that. Hell, he hadn’t expected any of this. Twisting those fat ringlets around his hand, he anchored her to him – she wasn’t going anywhere. With a rough groan, he closed his eyes, lost in perfect bliss. Almost – almost – “Fuck!” Jets of hot cum boiled up from his balls and erupted into her sweet mouth. He could feel her swallowing around him – and Lord help him – she swallowed every drop. He never would have dreamed of this happening in a million years. Her small hands were caressing his thighs – she was petting him – caressing him like he was something special.

Special? Him? Shit, yea he was something else all right. This was Avery. What had just happened? Had he lost his mind? She was holding his cock and licking it, from base to tip like an all-day sucker. And he wanted more, he wanted it all, Isaac wanted to dominate her until she begged him to take her – over and over again. Impossible! “Stop!” Isaac got up so fast he knocked her sprawling. “Damn,” he started to help her up, but she scrambled away from him with a confused look on her face.

“What’s the matter?” she asked him. Her heart was in her eyes and he felt like a heel. “Did I do it wrong?”

“This was a mistake, Avery. I never should have come here. We never should have done this.” He redressed quickly. It hurt his heart to see her rise from the floor and cross her arms over her breasts. A few moments ago she had been completely at ease with her nudity – and now she seemed ashamed. “Look, this isn’t you – it’s me.”

At the age-old cop-out, she choked out a half-laugh, half-sob. “Isaac, I thought we. . . .” her voice trailed off as he turned to walk away. “Wait!” She followed him, padding across the motel room floor in her bare feet. “What did I do?”

Isaac stopped. They stood frozen - him a few feet in front of her with his back to her – he didn’t turn around. “This shouldn’t have happened. We are too different – our worlds are too far apart.”

“It doesn’t feel like they’re far apart. I think our worlds collided quite nicely a few moments ago, Isaac.” She didn’t intend to plead, but she couldn’t help it. “I’ve changed. For you.” She walked up right behind him and touched his arm. “Please.”

Fuck! “This is for your own good. I’m not the man for you.” Resolutely, he continued to the door. “You’ll see that I’m right. You’ll meet a nice guy, someone who can be what you need.” Avery didn’t move.

“You’re wrong, Isaac. I’m not as innocent as you think I am.” He opened the door and she wanted to pull him back – beg him to stay. But she didn’t. “I could be the kind of woman you wanted, if you’d just give me the chance.”

With a heavy sigh, Isaac leaned his head on the doorjamb as if he were regretting ever coming to her at all. She thought she would die. “Listen, you’re a sweet girl. And I wish things were different – but you need a suit and tie, a banker, an insurance salesman – you need respectability.” Casting one last look over his shoulder, Isaac summed up the problem as he saw it. “You need to go home to your parents. You don’t want me. I’m no good for you.” Then, he was gone.

Avery didn’t know whether to scream or cry. “You don’t know what I want, Isaac McCoy.” That had been the best experience of her life and she wanted to have it again and again. Whirling around, she walked to the bed, her mind in turmoil. “Bankers and insurance salesmen leave me cold.” Mustering her courage, she stood up straight – wiped her eyes and tossed her hair over her shoulder. “I want a Badass, Isaac - I want you. And I’m not taking no for an answer.”

C
HAPTER THREE

Could he have made a bigger mess if he had tried? Deciding not to go back to the bar, he headed out of town. Tonight, Isaac needed to be near his family. Riding toward home, he hit his hand on the handlebars - hard. Was he crazy? He had just walked away from the best sex of his life. But the urge to dominate her had been stronger than he’d ever felt before with other women. Isaac knew if they were ever together again, he would demand her complete submission and he couldn’t do her that way – she would never understand.

Fuck! What a mess he had made! His intention had only been to find her, make sure she was safe and caution her against putting herself in danger by coming into a place like Hardbodies alone. Okay – that wasn’t exactly what he had said. He had essentially told her she wasn’t welcome in his bar. But it wasn’t because he didn’t want her there – it was because he wanted her there too much.

As he headed out on the ranch road, he tried to analyze exactly what had happened. Flashes of the paradise he had just walked away from ate at him like acid. He hadn’t had sex with her, but it was a wonder. What he had done was bad enough, but God it had been good. Carved into his memory was how creamy her little pussy had been as he swirled his fingers around her clit and how tight her cunt had clasped his fingers – and making her cum had been better than cumming himself. Isaac had never felt anything like the thrill of giving her pleasure. Even the fulfillment he gained from dominating hadn’t come close to this heaven. If only Avery could accept him as he really was – she would be his fantasy submissive. But that was asking for far too much, he knew that.

As their encounter played through his mind, detail by erotic detail, he realized he was trying to block out one critical image – Avery’s eyes when he had pushed her away. “Damn!” He had been so intent on protecting her and worrying about his own shortcomings, he hadn’t considered what his actions might have done to her. Isaac forced himself to remember her face and how those big amethyst eyes had filled with tears. He had hurt her. After she had placed herself so sweetly and trustingly in his hands, after she had given him the incredible gift of that erotic kiss – he had hurt her. God, what had he done?

For a moment, he considered turning around, going right back to her, and trying to straighten this mess out. But what would he say? Lord, he needed to think about this. Everything within him said this was huge – momentous – in other words, he couldn’t afford to fuck this up any more than he already had. Hell, he almost missed the turn off to the ranch house. Putting on his blinker, he turned onto Tebow property. It was getting late – hopefully everyone had gone to bed and he wouldn’t have to have a conversation with anyone.

Damn! Somebody was in his regular parking place and he didn’t recognize the car. Then he remembered – Joseph and Cady’s engagement party was in a couple of days and her family would be joining them. It looked like some of them were already here. He wondered who? They had never met Cady’s mother or her grandmother Fontenot, so the rowdy McCoy brothers had to be on their best behavior. Or face the wrath of an angry, hormonal Libby.

At least he could be thankful that for the time being, all was relatively calm in his world. Keszey, the wire-cutting maniac was behind bars. The copycat crazy who had kidnapped Kane’s fiancé had been apprehended. And for now – as far as they knew, no one was out to get them, kidnap or ruin them.

The engagement party was going to be casual, per Joseph’s request. A whole pig would be roasted all day, there would be plenty of BBQ and tequila would flow like a river. Good times. That reminded him – he had to get the booze ready for the party. It was a good thing he ordered extra liquor, the McCoy social schedule was full this month.

As he walked up to the wide front verandah, he was surprised to hear the porch swing squeaking. Someone was outside. Peering through the darkness, Isaac tried to see who it was. Geez! He knew who he hoped it wasn’t! “Come sit by me, Bad-boy.”

“Uh-oh.” Just who he was afraid it would be. This was one of Cady’s favorites, a member of her extended family. “Nana Bogart – have broom will travel,” he whispered.

“I heard that.” There was no way in hell she had heard his whisper. Damn magic. “Turn on the porch light, will you? I want to see you when I talk to you.”

“Yes, mam.” What else could he say? He had to be polite; he didn’t want to spend the rest of his life sitting on some lily pad out in the stock pond. Doing as she asked, he flipped on the switch and faced her. She was propped up in the swing, sipping on a big glass of tea. “It’s good to see you, Nana. How have you been?” He asked nervously.

“Just fine. How bout yourself?” she patted the cushion next to her.

“I can’t complain.” At least they were meeting under more pleasant circumstances. The last time she and her family were here, Joseph had been paralyzed from the waist down. Of course, the Bogart witches had helped Cady perform a miracle. He still didn’t understand how they had done it – but knowing Joseph was walking and running and having sex again was worth any amount of discomfort he felt sitting down with a woman that he was just a mite afraid of.