Loving Lies (25 page)

He pulled back.

“No. Damn you…” she cried out raggedly, then her back arched, her hands gripping the wood rails of the headboard as she felt the anal wand sink past the first circular ball.

His tongue plunged inside her weeping pussy again, pumping erotically, erratically, sending her senses spinning as he licked at the tender walls. Her nerve endings clashed, blazed.

He pulled back.

“Slade…” she wailed his name, pleading.

The wand sank in several more degrees, stretching her further as the rounded balls it consisted of grew larger.

“Hot, sweet, little pussy,” he crooned, licking through the slit, tonguing the fold as he blew several warm, heated pulses of air toward her clit. “There, sweet baby. You like this?”

Her feet pressed into his shoulders as she lifted, fighting to press closer. His tongue began to rim the entrance to her vagina, flickering over the opening, lapping at the juices falling from her.

He was teasing her to death.

The wand slipped in further, sending fire streaking through her anus as it began to stretch wider, to send a startling mix of pleasure/pain rocketing through her. Her pussy spasmed as she cried out, her voice rough, strangled even to her own ears.

“How pretty.” He eased back, sinking the wand inside her one degree deeper as she jerked in his grip. “That sweet bare pussy is intoxicating, Jessie. All silky and slick.” He licked at the folds again, causing her to jerk with the pleasure. “We're going to see how much of that wand you can take.” His smile was dark, sensual. “Then I'm going to fuck you, Jessie. I'm going to sink inside your pussy, and it's going to be hotter, tighter, so fucking tight I'll have to work in slow and easy…”

She was going to come from his words alone. She shuddered, crying out as the wand eased in by another notch. She lowered her hands, reaching for him.

“Put the hands back!” His voice was sharp, controlled.

Jessie jerked back, her fists balling in the comforter beneath her rather than the hard muscles of his arms.

“Good girl,” he crooned, his hand smoothing over the curve of her ass before he lifted it. A second later it descended again, arching her hips, sending fire racing through her ass.

She was lost in sensations that built, one upon the other, streaking through her nerve endings, blazing out of control as she fought the increasingly desperate need for orgasm. An orgasm he held just out of reach.

“Pretty baby,” he whispered, leaning forward to suck her clit into his mouth, to tongue it gently as she twisted in his hold. “There you go, baby. Just let it all feel good.”

She lost her breath as the wand sank in further, stretching her, burning her, as his head moved lower, his tongue plunging into her pussy. Her eyes widened, a gasp leaving her lips as she felt his tongue stretching her. The knobby extension in her rear was pressing into her pussy, making her tight, snug.

Slade chuckled, the sound one of dark hunger. “Oh yeah, sweetheart. I think we're ready now.”

He crawled over her body, pausing at her breasts, his lips and tongue tormenting her hard nipples as the head of his cock brushed against her pussy. Breathing brokenly, her senses dazed, she moved against the heat and hardness pressing against her as the firm tugs of his mouth at her nipples sent agonizing pleasure streaking to her clit.

He stole her breath, moving from her breasts to her lips, his teeth tugging at the lower curve as he filled her vision.

“Ready, baby?” The flared, too-wide head of his cock pressed against the entrance to her cunt. The folds parted slowly before wrapping around the wide crest. He paused.

“Let me taste your kiss, Jessie. Give me your lips, baby,” he whispered.

She moaned brokenly, her head tossing against the mattress, her hips writhing beneath his as she opened her lips.

She could taste herself, a strangely sweet taste that clung to his lips, to his tongue as he kissed her with such gentleness she could feel it sinking into her heart.

“I love you, Jessie,” he whispered against her lips. “I love you more than life.”

She screamed, bucking against him, her hands clamping to his shoulders as he began to work his cock inside her. Fire, a blazing conflagration of sensation, pleasure/pain, heat and hardness working slow and easy inside her, shifting the wand embedded in her ass even as he filled her pussy.

“Oh God. Slade… Slade… More.” She was stretched on a rack of sensation, violent, intense, pushing her close, so close to orgasm her womb was rippling with it. So close but not yet.

He pushed inside her, retreated, thrusting deeper with each impalement until she was shaking, shuddering, so filled with him she was certain he had penetrated her soul.

“There, baby.” He was in her to the hilt, throbbing, hot, blistering her with passion and need. Lust was like a whirlwind inside her, spinning through her dazed senses as she whimpered, cried. “Here we go, darlin'.” He kissed her lips again, a slow benediction of feeling before his hips shifted and he began to move.

He began slow. Slow and easy, working inside her with each thrust as she strained closer to release. Within minutes he was moving faster, harder, testing the limits of her arousal, her pleasure, holding her on the edge, making her wait until her legs lifted further, wrapped his hips and she pleaded.

“Fuck me, Slade. Fuck me hard. And fast and deep…and… Oh. God.”

She was gone. There was no longer just Jessie. Her screams filled her head, or were they his, as he began to pound inside her, shuttling in and out, jackhammer strokes that pierced her senses and rocketed her to the stars.

Her orgasm was violent. It tore through her. It burned her. It shook every bone and muscle in her body. It shattered her mind, swept through her with the force of a cataclysm before hurling her into space. Stars exploded in front of her eyes, swept through her mind. It left her drifting in a haze of harsh, violent aftershocks. The feel of Slade shuddering above her, the heated pulse of his seed blasting inside her, triggered a bone-wracking tremor, a startled whimper, and then left her to drift back to earth in peace.

“I live for you, baby. Always…” he whispered at her ear, his voice hoarse, throbbing with pleasure and emotion and all the dreams she had ever held.

Her eyes drifted open, staring back at him as his lifted just enough to watch her.

“I live for you,” she whispered. “Always, Slade. Always and forever…”

Epilogue

One Year Later

 

Fireworks were exploding in the air, kids were running, jumping, screaming with all the exuberance of youth as laughter and revelry filled the riverbank clearing. In the middle of the throng of children, one little boy laughed mischievously, pulling at the pigtails of one of the older girls before scampering out of harm's way. He might have pulled it off if the shorts he wore weren't sliding down his rump.

But because they were, he paused, giving the teenager time to catch up with him, her fingers finding sensitive ribs and sending him into gales of laughter before the girl bussed him on the cheek with a big kiss and sent him on his way.

From beneath the awning of the RV, Jessie and Slade watched, laughing at Cody's antics as Slade's hands ran once again over Jessie's still flat stomach. On his wide finger a band of gold glittered in the firelight, the mate to the one she wore with the simple diamond on her finger. She hadn't wanted a larger diamond; Jessie wasn't one for flash, and as much as Slade had wanted to buy the more expensive, flashier stones, he had gone with what he had known Jessie would like best.

She had cried. When he had gone to his knee in front of her, slipping the ring on her finger and whispering how much he loved her, she had cried. Which amazed Slade. He would have thought by then she would have been pretty damned certain she was the center of his life. He couldn't keep his hands off her, keeping her naked as often as possible.

Not that she had given in to the idea of marriage easily. And she wouldn't move in with him until they were married because of Cody. She had wanted them to have time, to give Cody time to get used to her, to accept her, not just as his daddy's girlfriend or wife, but as his mother. With Glenna and Hank's disavowal of the child, she had taken him as her own, sheltering him, guarding him at school like a mother hen. Clarissa Jennings hadn't known what hit her the first time she had dared to speak sharply to the child while in the hallway, when Cody had followed the other children's urging and asked her if she was his cousin.

Jessie had left her room as the woman waspishly replied that Cody had no cousins. The story had sped through the county. How Jessie had smiled coldly, gripped the other woman's arm in a bruising grip, and hauled her off to her own office. The screaming match that ensued had been heard throughout the school. When Jessie left, she smiled politely to the wide-eyed parents in the office, told the secretary she and Cody would be leaving for the day for the superintendent's office and then her lawyer's office. After they collected Cody's father.

No one would ever hurt Cody again, she made sure of it. She would be just as protective with all their children, Slade knew.

Cody glowed within the family atmosphere, something he had never known before. His laughter came more quickly, his solemn silences less often. Jessie had even convinced him to try swimming, with a sturdy lifejacket in place.

Slade's fingers played over the softness of her belly, rubbing, stroking, loving the feel of life he imagined he could sense there. Their baby. Six months after their marriage and she was giving him one of the greatest gifts in the world. A family. Not just her love, her love and acceptance of Cody, her desire for more children, the nurturing, loving heart that filled their days with warmth.

“You're too quiet,” she murmured, her hands laying over his as she leaned against him, her eagle eye following their son as he laughed and romped.

The adults on babysitting duty were in force, and amazingly adept at their job. Jessie took nothing for granted though. She watched their son, claiming it was the only way to be sure.

“Thinking about you.” He nuzzled her ear, tugging at it gently with his teeth, feeling the shiver that raced over her.

“You can't kidnap me.” She laughed. “Cody will fight you for me.”

Slade grunted. If Jessie was possessive over that kid, then Cody was even more so over her. That was
his
mommy, he told anyone who listened. And they better be nice to his mommy or he would fight them. That included Slade. They couldn't argue, Jessie always won. Simply because Cody stood in front of her, frowning fiercely, informing his father that
his
mommy was always right and daddies were just supposed to know that. Then he would hitch his always too big jeans on his bony hips like a little man and stalk away.

And though he hated to admit it, she was usually right.

“That boy has to go to sleep eventually,” he growled, feeling his cock come to full screaming life as he pressed against her ass.

She snuggled closer to him, her smile bright enough to rival the fireworks as they found Cody again, watching as he dragged his teacher across the clearing to the RV where Slade and Jessie had set up lounge chairs. Annie Mayes was an angel as far as Cody was concerned. She was a pretty little thing, Slade admitted, watching her shy smile as she came near them.

“Cody insisted.” Her laughter was a little self-conscious.

“Mommy, can I have another hot dog?” Cody hitched his shorts, straightened his shoulders and stared up at Jessie with charming devilry. “I'm hungry.”

“You're always hungry.” She laughed. “They're on the table inside. Go ahead. But no soda, Cody. Milk.”

“Shew. I like soda, Mommy,” he protested with a fierce frown.

“Remind me to pay Jazz back for this,” she muttered at Slade before turning her attention back to Cody. “No soda. Milk or water, no arguments.” He opened his mouth to do just that.

“Son. Mommy said no argument.” Slade hardened his voice, knowing Jessie's soft spot, her hesitancy in this early stage of parenthood to his stubborn son. “Milk or water. Period.”

His lips set in a pout. “Fine. But when I get big, I'm gonna drink soda all the time, just 'cause I like it.” He stomped into the cabin, sighing loudly, arguing to himself as he got his hot dog and one of the small cartons of milk Jessie kept for him in the cooler.

“Annie, welcome to the party.” Jessie stepped forward as Slade's hand slid down her arm, catching her hand as they faced the quiet teacher. “I'm glad you came tonight.”

“Thanks.” She shifted, embarrassed or maybe uncomfortable. “I'm not really used to parties.”

She was Jessie's age, in her second year of teaching, and though Jessie assured him Annie was a perfect teacher, she seemed uncertain around many of the parents. Especially the men. The first day of school, her room bombarded by Slade, Zack and Jazz, she had looked frankly terrified.

That look returned a second later when a hard thud from inside Jazz's RV caused her wide eyes to fly to the shadowed recesses of the RV parked beside theirs.

“Hey, Slade. Damn it, Zack stole my drinks again and just drove off with some city girl. That boy needs to buy his own damned liquor.” Jazz bounded from his camper, his big body landing heavily, his expression glowering as he glanced at them before stepping into Slade and Jessie's RV. “Or did Jessie make you get rid of the good stuff… Oh hi, squirt. I got soda in my place, why are you drinking milk?”

Jessie sighed. Slade chuckled. Annie looked terrified.

“I have to go.” Annie backed into the awning support as Jazz stepped out again. Dressed in cut-off shorts and nothing else, standing nearly six feet, six inches in bare feet with that wild mane of black hair falling to his shoulders and those icy Viking-blue eyes, he could be a forbidding sight.

“Hey, little mouse, where are you scurrying off to?” He laughed as she jumped back again before moving quickly along the bank. “Was it something I said?” He waggled his brows, turning to Slade with a white, sharp smile.