Hard Drivin Man (6 page)

He let her bite his earlobe and run her tongue down his throat. He found some voice.

“You got a kick out of that.”

“Mmm. You bet I did, big boy!” She giggled.

Giggled! He put her away from him and examined this creature whom he did not know. “So you don’t mind that I—?”

“No. You don’t mind, right?”

Noting a new tone of power in her voice, he grinned. “Mind?” He grabbed her, tossed her over his shoulder and took two paces to throw her on the bed. “You just blew my mind.

I’d like that to happen again, yes, anytime you are ready. Hear me?”

She wiggled, her arms thrown wide on the bed, her gaze trailing down to settle on his sadly limp cock. “I’m ready now.”

“Yeah, insatiable, I get it. You’ve got to have a little pity for a poor old man here, honey.”

“Hmm.” She tipped her head to one side and examined him. “So what will we do in the meantime?”

He looked her over. Her hair was a tangled mess of red-gold curls. Her mouth was dark pink with exertion and rapture. Her beautiful big nipples were up in rosy points like pink diamonds. He grinned, an idea ripe with promise blooming in his very happy brain. He grabbed her up again, threw her over his shoulder and bit her thigh. As she squirmed and cooed at him he’d better let her down, he wrapped one hand around her legs and sounded as stern as he did when giving orders to his men. “As we go out the door, you have got to do as I say.”

“Out the door!” she screeched. “Are you nuts? Where are we going?”

“Shh, now, honey. Be a good girl. I’m opening the door. Oh, and see the resort robes there on the hanger? Grab those.”

“Trey!” She kicked her legs. He bit her firm little leg again, harder. “It must be two in the morning!”

“I know. Got those robes? Good girl.”

“Trey!” She was gulping and laughing at the same time, but as he grabbed the key to the room and stepped outside into the cool night air, she scolded him in a hot whisper,

“We’ll be arrested for indecent exposure.”

“Not if you’re quiet. Now shut up, baby, I have a new adventure for you.”

“You are one stubborn man!
What
are we doing?”

“Looking at the stars.” He headed down the path to the resort swimming pool. He’d come here a few times before and loved the silence, the crisp air of the primeval mountains of Big Bend, the clear black of the sky at night out here. She stilled, the quiet inviting her own, he figured. He opened the gate to the pool. Illuminated in lights, the aquamarine waters shown like a gem in the fathomless dark of the western night. He marched over to a large HARD DRIVIN’ MAN

chaise longue and set her down, then sat down beside her. Pulling her close to his body, he felt her nestle there, her long legs twining in his, her elegant fingers over his chest, her head against his heart.

She sighed. “This is divine.”

“I know.” He kissed her forehead and draped the robes around them. “I wanted you to come see this with me.”

She looked up into his eyes, her irritation gone to admiration. “You’ve been here before.”

He nodded, massaging the back of her neck. “And wanted you here with me every time. After Dad died. After Clint died.”

She stiffened. “Let’s not go there.”

We’ll have to sometime. And soon. If I’m going to come home and stay, it’ll be because I have achance with you and because we can talk about the past with some equanimity.
“I don’t want to know about your sex life. No need for that, Jess. But Clint was an alcoholic. I knew that. Dad did. The whole town did. You couldn’t miss it what with the week-long drunks and the crashed cars.”

“Okay, okay. I hear you. I dealt with it. I endured. I went to Al Anon and I tried to get him to go to rehab or AA. I tried, but he didn’t want to stop drinking. He thought he was a failure. The second son. The boy who could only marry into land.”

Oh, Christ. Clint, you crazy man. You resented your wife? For land she had inherited?

She wrapped her arms around him again.

“Cold?” Trey asked and wrapped her more tightly to him, letting that part of the conversation die.

She shook her head. “Not with you.”

He lifted her chin with two fingers.
I love you, Jess Hardwick.
“Good!” He bounded up and stripped her of the robes. “Come swimming.”

She snorted. But stood up. “You are a wild man.”

He grasped her hand and admired the naked woman with long muscular legs and pointy high breasts. “Yeah, wild for you, lady.” He tugged her to the edge of the steps down into the water. “The pool’s heated. You won’t catch cold.”

She walked up to him and in the rapidly cooling air that breezed softly around them, she put a hand to his jaw and reached up to kiss his lips. “I’m always warm near you.”

He felt his cock appreciate that statement. “Let’s swim, before I have other activities in mind.”

He pondered what those other activities might be for most of the night. After a couple of laps in the pool, he had taken her back to bed and kept her tightly spooned to his body.

Possessing her had become a minute-by-minute obsession now that he knew she loved to fuck with him. Loved to laugh with him. As she’d dropped off, he slipped the fingers of one hand inside her swollen wet pussy and felt the reverberations of her moan in delight. She was his. He was going to keep her from all harm. He just had to figure out how to make her see it and agree to it before he told his commanding officer what he’d do about re-enlisting.

That was a conversation with his CO he had to have next Friday, which meant the time to make Jess his was short. To do it, he was going to rush her like a charging bull.

* * * *

Jess woke up the next morning, sun peeking through the heavy drapes, her body languorous, heavy, soaked with need and arching—
Oh, my God—
into Trey’s skilful sucking of her clit. His artful strokes of her channel. His open-mouthed kisses to her thighs.

“Trey, honey,” she rasped, delirious with the thunderous sensation of being consumed by a ravenous man, “what are you doing to me?”

He glanced up, his umber eyes mischievous. “I’m loving you, baby.”

She undulated on the bed, careful not to move too much lest she disturb his ministrations. “Oh, you are so very good at it, too. I may never get out of bed.”

He growled and drew her clit into this mouth with such a hard pull that she bucked. “I may never let you.”

She writhed, delirious with his ardour. “How can you want me so badly?”

He crawled up her body on his elbows and framed her head. “Not want the sassy babe with cat’s eyes and bad bod? Oh, lady, I have
always
wanted you.” He nudged her legs open wider and the blunt head of his cock found the entrance to her pussy. She could tell he had planned this, too, because she now knew the texture of the watermelon condom delving inside her wet core. He drove quickly to firmly seat himself with a twist of his hips. “Never any other. Anyone I took to bed was sweet but never you.”

She hummed in joy at his body’s possession. But in the mystery of how he had cared for her for years, she was humbled and her eyes watered. “I am grateful you thought all those others were only…sweet.”

He let out a laugh, then lifted his hips and treated her to his shaft’s possession. “Never thought of yourself as wicked in bed, is that right?”

“Never,” she admitted as she moved with him in delicious rhythm, her body filled to the brim with sumptuous man and delicious cock.

“You are, baby.” He lifted a bit and leaned over to bite one nipple and the other.

She groaned and grabbed his hair. “With you, I want to be wicked,” she confessed, staring him in the eyes. “Always did. But I was afraid. Afraid that I was nuts to think of being with you this way. Afraid that I was transferring some silly affection onto you because my marriage with Clint hadn’t worked. Afraid that our childhood friendship had been more than what it was.”

His mouth curled up slowly in a compassionate smile. He brushed her hair from her cheeks with his thumbs while he caressed her sopping wet channel with his iron cock. “I had the same feelings, too. But every time I saw you,” he whispered, kissed her nose and stroked her once more with his talented shaft, “I knew I wasn’t a kid any more. But you, baby, you were a widow I had to leave alone for awhile—but still the woman I wanted, in my arms, in a bed. Hell, in
my
bed. All the time. For this.”

He curled his fingers around her nape and raised her to kiss her with a marauding tongue and teeth. She clasped her arms around him and squeezed hard, meeting his thrusts with her own, moaning in rapture at his power and her surrender.

She gritted her teeth and felt her electric need for him building to a climax. He sent one hand down to her clit and massaged her over the edge as he plunged into her. In grinding madness, he swirled her to a heady pulsing orgasm that shook her as he found his own release then curled her with him to one side.

Glued together by exhaustion and perspiration, she lay in his embrace as they both caught their breaths.

Minutes later, he gathered her up in his big arms as if she were a feather and strode towards the bathroom. She slid down his torso to stand, clinging to his musky body like a nymph as he grabbed a condom from the counter. She pushed away to stare at him in joyous surprise. With arched brows, he asked if she was ready for him again.

She flowed against him like a well-loved cat and bit his shoulder. On a shout of delight, he opened the door to the huge circular shower and turned on the spray. He stepped inside and took her with him, placing her on the huge marble seat against the wall and asking if she’d like breakfast. “I’ll order room service soon. Promise. You need food. But, damn, honey, I’m just starving for you again.”

Complimented to the quick, she dug her nails into his massive arms. “Who needs food when I have you?”
Soon, you’ll be gone and I’ll have only memories.

On a cry, she kissed him like a greedy kid.

He rolled on his condom with two quick flicks of his wrist, then grabbed a bar of soap and caressed its smoothness over her breasts and her stomach, down to her pussy and the folds between. She watched in fascination, memorising the sensations of his care. She spread her legs wide for his access and as he bent to kiss her, she tilted up her hips for him and his maddeningly delicious care. He stepped aside, reached up for the nozzle and took it down to rinse her with the spray on her breasts and her cunt.

She undulated, loving the stimulation of the tiny jets, pinching her own nipples to heighten her need. Then, she sent her fingers down into her throbbing pussy. She sought her clit and bucked at the sensation of her own ability to bring herself to a hotter craving for him inside her. “Trey, my fingers aren’t any good, honey. I want you here.”

Her words had him hanging up the nozzle and grasping her arms. He picked her up and turned her to the wall. From behind he sent his hand between her buttocks and stroked her labia with delicate fingers. “Baby, how can you be so juicy for me every time?”

Her hands flat against the tiles, her nipples chilled by them, she pushed back. “I have never wanted anyone, anything so much as I want you. Touch me. Have me, Trey.”

He drove three huge fingers up inside her cunt and pressed his body to hers. He bit her earlobe. “I want to be the only man you have touching you, Jess. No one can make love to you like I can, baby.”

Then he proceeded to show her how true that was. He reached around to the front of her and found her clit, massaging her to a rampaging need. “Now, Trey. God, fuck me now!”

Without turning her around, he pulled her to him and sat on the marble seat. Widening her thighs, he led her hips down so that she began to take his big hot cock inside her cunt backwards. The angle and the raw sensation had her arching in ecstasy.

He began to give her all of him slowly, sweetly, his hands on her waist directing her.

But the madness built to a quick frenzy, he pumping into her with speed and precision, she gasping for air and completion in the electric jet of his fulfillment and, finally, hers.

She drifted backwards to him and he enfolded her, his head against her back.

She squeezed his cock with her swollen cunt. “Honey, that had to be the best shower I’ve ever had.”

He shook with laughter. “Wait till you see breakfast!”

More than an hour later, breakfast was eggs, bacon, toast and, of all things, oysters on the half-shell!

“You said you wanted oysters, Jess.” He scooped one silvery morsel out of its shell and bent over her chair to hold it close to her lips.

She allowed him to give it to her and after she savoured the thing, she licked her lips and teased, “Are you going to give me everything I ask for?”

He examined her eyes and leaned over to peak down into the gaping resort robe she’d donned to eat. “I live to serve. Name anything, it’s yours.”

She lifted her hand to trace his full lips. “You’ve given me more than I dared hope for.”

He froze, seeming suddenly and inexplicably disappointed. But he tried to cover it with bravado. “You don’t want anything else of me?”