Dating Two Dragons (50 page)

“Yeah, I guess so.”

“You should come to my next rodeo next week. In Paris. You’ve never been to one right?” Blinking slowly at the offer, Sasha shook her head before Wyatt nodded, informing her he could tell. How, she wasn’t sure, but she didn’t refute it. Rodeos had never interested her before.

“I’ll dress you up in boots and a cowgirl hat or is that pushin’ it?” Shoving him a little from over the center console, Sasha felt her lips turn up at the jibe. Wyatt knew how to press all of her ‘happy’ buttons and she wasn’t sure how she was going to handle him.

“Whatever you say, cowboy. I learn the hard way not to mess with you.”

Pulling up to the farmhouse, Wyatt killed the engine to his truck and opened the door to climb out. He understood that Sasha was kind of afraid, but he’d stuck around a lot longer than he’d anticipated. It was a sign, at least to him. Besides, they had chemistry. Serious chemistry.

“Come here, Sasha.” Shivering lightly as Wyatt pulled her deeper into her bedroom, Sasha bit her lip as he watched her with smoldering eyes.

“I’m sorry.” Lying down on her bed, Sasha’s whisper came when Wyatt was holding himself on his hands and knees above her. Their faces were close, so she didn’t have to talk loudly. Honestly, she didn’t know why she was apologizing, but he just shook his head. Carefully settling on top of her, he pushed his jeans off to leave him in just boxers before offering a response.

“I’m not. You’ve been my girl since the moment I got here, darlin’.” Kissing her before Sasha had time to say something back, Wyatt’s hands traveled down her curves to tug at the end of her night shirt. She’d gone to the hospital in her pajamas, but he didn’t mind removing them. They were light and breathable- Texas was arid at this time of year.

“You’re so sexy.” His mumble made her groan. Lifting her hands above her head, Sasha shivered when she was free of her shirt and his hands squeezed her breasts. Kneading with just the right amount of force, Wyatt leaned down to take her chocolate, tight nipple in his mouth and suckle.

Gasping, Sasha lifted her hips as her fingers tangled in her sheets. She loved the sensations running through her, and how expertly Wyatt played her body. Running her hands through his thick brown waves, she sucked in air through her teeth as his fingers flirted with the edge of her pajama pants and lifted her hips in a silent plea. She’d always been comfortable with her body, but he made her feel sexy- wanted the way a woman wanted to be wanted.

Wyatt moved slowly from one breast to the other, doing a thorough work up unlike the singular previous time they’d been together. He treated each breast with the same extensive attention, and Sasha was panting heavily by the time he trailed kisses down the uneven plane over her midsection. Whimpering softly when he straightened himself between her legs, she quivered with expectation as he slid her pants down her legs, quickly following up with her panties.

Spreading her legs more, Sasha found herself holding her breath as she lay bare for Wyatt. Leaning down, he kissed both her inner thighs before running his fingertip gently up her slit, and her grip on her sheets tightened considerably. Her heart pounded in her chest and her head was heady with arousal. Hot breath flowed across her flushed, darkened folds, and he gave her a big lick with all of his tongue. Flopping with a low moan, Sasha’s legs twitched before Wyatt latched on to the little bundle of nerves that ached for his attention.

He sucked on her nub, flicked it with the tip of his tongue and scraped his teeth over it to leave her a writhing, moaning mess. This had only happened once before, and she wasn’t exactly sure if the bolts of pleasure that tightened into a coil in her abdomen were healthy- they were so intense. Groaning, Wyatt lapped up her juices as his hand slid up her body to tease her nipples, and Sasha felt about ready to explode. She didn’t remember her body being this sensitive.

“W- Wyatt… Wyatt- please-“Hearing him grunt, Sasha opened her eyes as Wyatt pushed himself up to take off his boxers, and she felt her pupils dilate wildly. His penis was dark, it stood tall and showed just how turned on he was. Reaching forward before she had half a mind to stop herself, the silky flesh was hot and throbbing under her fingers. Hearing him groan, she felt a surge of boldness shoot through her before she scooted forward. Close enough to see the bead of pre-cum that seeped from the spongey, bulbous head, her mouth watered a little before her tongue shot out to collect it.

“Ah, shit-“ Making a growling noise, Wyatt took Sasha’s hair in both his hands and held on tight, but not tight enough to hurt. She only hesitated for a moment before opened his mouth, and the feeling of him entering her mouth made her eyes close and a small moan tear from her throat. She’d never expected a man to taste so good- like pure man and just a hint of sweat.

Sasha held Wyatt’s thighs as he slowly thrusted into her mouth. She wasn’t in control of the act she was preforming, but he didn’t take advantage of her. Her lips wrapped around the base of his phallus and her teeth scraped his skin, and when she looked up his head was tilted back. The surge of feminine satisfaction she got from the way his jaw was working was almost distracting.

“God, darlin’ you’re so good at that.” Grinding out the words through his teeth, Wyatt tightened his grip on Sasha’s hair as he exited her mouth before pushing back in. He was nervous he’d go too far and she’d recoil. She just bobbed her head, though, and took him deeper down her throat.

When Wyatt pulled her away, Sasha was panting and had to wipe her mouth. Pushing her onto her back, he climbed on top of her and kissed her lips hard, holding her face in his palm as he pushed his tongue into her mouth to explore.

“It’s easy to fall in love with such a wonderful woman, Sasha.” Blinking hard at the mumble against her lips, Sasha’s entire body relaxed for half a second before Wyatt gently, slowly thrust into her feminine sheath. He mouthed at her bottom lip, and kneaded her waist with one hand while the other fisted the sheets near her head. Moaning as he thrust a second time, Sasha wrapped her hands around his biceps and tried to stop her orgasm. Her breath came in short, shallow pants as his muscle played under her touch.

Rocking together, in sink, Sasha wasn’t sure how she’d ended up in Wyatt’s lap but she didn’t question it. His mouth sucked on her neck, and through her half lidded eyes she could barely make out where the ceiling and the wall connected.

“Hmm- so good.” Gasping out the words, Sasha rocked her hips to the beat of her blood and felt Wyatt smile against her neck. She was so close, but somehow managed to stave it off. Kissing her mouth, he picked up the pace and held both her hips in his hands, so she bounced on his lap.

The change made Sasha wrap her arms around Wyatt’s neck and buried her scream in his shoulder as she twitched. The energy that had built up inside her womb released with staggering intensity, and after a few more thrusts he also released with a harsh groan, squeezing her waist tightly. Panting, Sasha’s insides undulated and tightened, milking him for everything he was worth.

“You mean a lot to me, Wyatt.” Lying in bed together, naked, Sasha’s confession came after she’d come down from their sex. She’d thought about it, and no, she didn’t love Wyatt, but she felt like she could. With a little time it could happen. Squeezing her to his side, he rolled over to face her and brush her damp hair from her face with a tender expression.

“Glad to know it’s not one sided, darlin’. Now you just gotta come with me and watch me win the rodeo.” Smiling, Sasha simply shook her head at that. Wyatt ate, slept and breathed horses and bull riding, and when he wasn’t with her or doing something on her farm he was practicing.

“Whatever you say.” …………….

Sasha had never been to a rodeo, but it was a lot like a fair- only with horses and bulls. People rode them or they were tied to posts. There was food everywhere that made her mouth water, and games for people who were just passing time before the rodeo began.

However, Sasha ignored almost everything, and stopped only to buy a bag of popcorn.

Sitting in the row closest to the dirt floor, Sasha ate with a feeling of content. According to her doctor, her baby was growing at a normal rate, and she tried not to eat anything too junky, although she couldn’t deny her cravings sometimes. In the past week since she found out she was pregnant, she’d called her job and asked for a transfer to Dallas. It wasn’t like she needed to work, but fashion was something she wanted to do, and Wyatt didn’t discourage her. She could live on what her mother had left her, and the horses she’d sold, for at least two years, but she wanted to save up just in case. Money went fast, after all.

When Wyatt came out ready and rearing to go with just a cowboy hat and nothing to cover his chest, the crowd went wild. His eyes instantly sought out Sasha, and he couldn’t stop his smirk as he tipped his hat. Tonight was definitely going to be interesting, and he knew she had no idea. Moving the bull into the barred box to wait for the shot, he put himself into contest mode. He couldn’t be distracted by what happened afterwards.

Sasha watched, enraptured, as Wyatt rode the wild bull with strength and precision. How one man had such control over an animal like that was fascinating. Around her the gathered fans chanted his name, but she barely heard the thundering roar of the crowds.

When Wyatt broke his own record he felt good. He was flying high and the cheering around him didn’t do much to help that feeling. The rodeo had been his first love, but now he couldn’t say it was his only.

After the bull was out of the arena, he walked over towards Sasha in the bleachers. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the box he’d carried all the way from the ranch.

“Sasha I want you to marry me, darlin’.” Just like that everyone in the arena became quiet, waiting on baited breath. Sasha was clearly shocked by his declaration, but it wasn’t long before her mouth opened and closed a few times.

“I- you… Y- yeah! Yes! Of course!”

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CLEAN HISTORICAL ROMANCE

The Duke’s Brother

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“How can they expect
me to marry a man that I have never met?” Charity cried as she stormed around the small sitting room that she and her brother had retired to the moment that he had arrived.

“You know mother. Why are you surprised?” asked Jason as he recline on a sofa in the corner of the room, watching his little sister pace back and forth, wearing a hole in their mother’s favorite carpet.  Her blue eyes were alive with rage and her dark brown curls were falling loose from the knot at the nape of her neck.

“I am not surprised by her.  I am surprised that father is allowing her tyranny to stand!” she said, her hand on her hips as she paused to shoot her brother an annoyed look.

“It is tyranny for her to wish you to marry a man who will be an earl one day? You will be a countess.  Besides, you know that they just started mining on the lands his family owns to the north. There will not be a wealthier family in all of England if they find half of what is rumored to be there in resources,” he pointed out, though he knew that it would do no good.  Any other young lady of a marriageable age would have been thrilled to have Edmund Daniels considering her as his bride, but Charity carried for none of it.  She had always been happier on the back of a horse than in a ballroom and she had no plans to be any man’s dutiful wife.

“I do not care a wit about any of that,” she snapped, turning to stare out the window at the land of the estate that she loved so much.

“Mother does,” Jason pointed out.

“I do not care a wit what mother cares about,” she snapped, resuming her fiery pace around the room.

“She only wants what is best for the family. She did the very same thing to me,” he said, shrugging his shoulders.

“Brother, do not compare your situation to mine,” she growled.

“Why not? She pushed me towards Valeria,” he laughed, with a smirk on his face.

“Yes, but Valeria is the loveliest, sweetest woman in all of England and you have loved her since you were fourteen.  You are just lucky that, for some reason that I cannot understand, she was swayed enough by your charms to say yes.  You are lucky her mother was so vigilant in making sure the two of you were never alone together. She might have realized how intolerable you really are,” Charity teased.

“My wife loves me very much, I will have you know,” he said, sounding a little more defensive that he had planned.

“And you should see that she always does.  She is a jewel.  She is the primary reason I visit your home so often,” she said with no sign of humor in her voice.  She had been so nervous when the time came for her brother to take a wife, but the moment that he became engaged to Valeria all of her worries went out the window.  There was no better woman than Valeria and she made her brother a better man.

“Not to see your brother?” he said with mock hurt in his voice.

“No, to see my new sister,” she answered with a chuckle.  He knew, though, that that was not at all true. They had always been more friends than siblings and that had not changed as they both grew in to adulthood.