Rough and Ready [Men for Hire 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (9 page)

When they finally forced themselves away from the candy store, Kane was ready to take in some of the mouthwatering barbecue. The aroma had grown stronger and he was dying to make it to the end of the street where a huge tent had been erected to house several meat cookers. Maybe if he filled his stomach, he’d be able to take his mind off his fantasy of taking Alex right there in the middle of Main Street.

He was about to ask her if they could skip by the other retailers and come back to them later when the tug on his hand told him she had other ideas. She pulled him into Debbie’s Clothing Exchange.

A sign boasted
Gently Worn Clothes to Make Your Heart Go Pitter-Patter! 20% off during the BBQ.
A photograph of the store’s owner, Debbie Holiday, holding up two dresses hung next to it.

Kane had never gone into a women’s clothing store before, and once inside, he was sure he never wanted to go into another one. Although the place was empty of customers, aside from Alex who was sorting through a wall of dresses, he still felt like a cat in a room filled with Doberman pinschers looking for a feline snack.

“Uh, Alex.” He wasn’t sure what he would say. If he kept from begging her to leave but still managed to get her outside, he’d be happy.

“Hmm?”

She was too engrossed in the flowery dress she held in front of her. The way she pulled the material around her curvy body made him feel less anxious. In fact, watching her preen in front of the mirror was making him even hornier. Maybe coming into the women’s shop hadn’t been such a bad thing after all.

“Do you like the dress?” Or was it called a frock? He had no idea what to call girly things.

“I do. I really do.” All at once she was aware of what she’d said. “But you’re not buying it for me.”

“Why not?”

“Because…well, just because, that’s all.” The joy on her face left. “Besides, it wouldn’t look good on me anyway.”

“Why not?”

She gave him such a sad look that it broke his heart. “Because this kind of dress doesn’t look good on someone with a body like mine.”

* * * *

Alex hated herself for saying that. Hated that she’d let Kane see her in anything but a good light.

He shrugged. “Yeah, I guess it wouldn’t. You’re just too much woman for that dress.”

His words stabbed her heart. Was it already happening? Had he accidentally let his true thoughts about her shape come out? “Yeah. That’s what I mean.”

She studied the dress in front of her again, then moved to put it back on the rack. “I’m too big for it.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. You’re too damn sexy for it.”

She squealed when he grabbed her hand and hauled her and the dress toward the back of the store. “What are you doing, Kane?”

“Where are the dressing rooms? They have them, don’t they?”

She pointed at the simple sign that led down a short hallway with two doors on either side. “There.”

He had her inside the farthest room before she could think to argue. But when he came inside the changing room with her, she was sure he’d lost his mind. “Kane, this is a ladies’ dressing room. You have to get out.”

“Not until you try that dress on.”

She gaped at him, unable to think of a way to get him to leave. It’d been hard enough to let Jeff see her granny-style white undies, but letting Kane see her without her clothes in the harsh light of a dressing room would be a thousand times more painful. She’d rather get stung by a thousand bees.

“You’re out of your mind.”

“Alex, I’m not going anywhere until you do it.”

“Kane—”

“Either you take off your clothes and try it on, or I’ll do it for you.”

The idea sent a shudder through her. She’d always found forceful men attractive. Had, in fact, dreamed a fantasy about struggling against a man who would take her against her will. Not in a brutal rape kind of way, but in a primal, instinctual way that meant he claimed her. A way that would tell her she was all woman and his woman. Kane was the kind of forceful man that made a woman wet between the legs. He was demanding and commanding in a good way.

She glanced around the small room, acting like she was searching for another way out. Someone had left a blouse, a belt, and a scarf hanging on one of the hooks. Determined not to let him see that his idea excited her—
down, nipples!
—she crossed her arms, ready to see how far he’d take his threat. “I’d like to see you try.”

Please, oh, please try.

Taking both sides of her shirt, he tugged on the material, forcing her arms over her head. She had no other option but to let him unless she wanted to risk tearing her shirt. The glare of the overhead fluorescent lighting made every blemish, every bulge of her body stand out in all-too-clear clarity.

He stood back, letting his gaze sweep over her, and unnerving her even more. “Dang, girl.”

She closed her eyes and fought back the tears. He was as disappointed in her body as she’d thought he’d be. Pain gave way to anger and indignity. Even if he hadn’t realized how big she was earlier—was the man blind?—that didn’t mean he should make her feel any worse than she already did.

Fisting her hands to keep from slapping him, she ground out her words. “Get out, Kane. Leave before I scream.”

“Go ahead. I plan to make you scream and I don’t care if the whole town hears you.”

Confused, she opened her eyes. His mouth was parted, his tongue peeking out from between his full, yet masculine lips. “I don’t understand.”

“You will.” He crushed her to him then, taking her breath away with his kiss.

She squirmed, but he held her tight, restricting her movement. His hand found the top of her jeans, and keeping the kiss going, he flicked his tongue inside her mouth in the same moment that he slipped her jeans over her hips. She moaned and clung to his neck as she kicked off her shoes. Her jeans soon followed her shoes.

He lifted her, grabbing her legs hard to make her wrap them around his waist. She clung to him as the kiss ended and he traveled his tongue down her neck and over the swell of her breasts.

“Damn, but you’re sexy.”

Her bra straps, as they often did, fell to her arms, and he took advantage of it. His mouth found her exposed nipple and sucked. She arched backward to push her tits harder against him.

Her body trembled, her mind whirled as he rid her of her underwear, tearing away her panties then unhooking her bra to fling it away. They fell against the mirror, and the chill of the glass warred with the heat inside her.

“Oh. Oh.” She had to fight to make the jumbled mess of words in her mind fall into place. “We have to stop.”

She pushed her hands against his shoulders, but it was like an ant trying to move a mountain. “Kane, stop.”

Whether he could hear it in her tone or in her pitifully weak attempt to push him away, he had to know she didn’t want him to stop.

“Like hell I will.” His hands were all over her, exploring places between her curves, around her bottom and between her legs.

She struggled again, not to get free, but for the pleasure of it. He wasn’t turning her loose.

“Hang on to me.”

She did, letting him use his hands to unbuckle his belt then unbutton his jeans. He pushed them past her fleshy thighs and on to the floor.

“Your shirt.” She had to feel all those muscles she’d seen flex under the denim material. If she didn’t, she’d die.

He tore at his buttons, losing a couple of them, to get his shirt off. He paused, his hands on her butt. They gazed into each other eyes, and for one horrible moment, she thought he’d put her down and claim her too fat to fuck.

“Do you know what’s wrong with you?”

Her breath hitched in her throat.
Please don’t let him say it.

“You don’t know how beautiful you are.”

She’d expected him to say anything but that. Had, in fact, braced herself to hear the worst. “You’re kidding, right?”

“Does this feel like I’m kidding?” He gripped her butt cheeks then lowered his mouth to her nipple again. Sucking and nipping at her, he pushed his cock between her legs.

She dragged in another breath before expelling it. Her heart thudded against her chest and warmth flooded between her legs. It was a fantasy come true, but she wasn’t sure she could believe it. “Turn around.”

He didn’t question her, but obeyed her command. Holding her tightly to him, he spun around, putting his back to the mirror.

She could see his body reflected in the mirror she’d once hated. His jeans were pooled at his feet, his butt tight and firm, and his back a massive wall of solid muscle. She met her own image and smiled.

He’s perfect.

“I can’t wait.”

The ache in his tone was as much to blame for her juices flowing as his huge cock that pressed against her pussy. If there would be another time, she might fight him harder, but she couldn’t now. Maybe not ever. She needed him too much to stall the inevitable enjoyment any longer. She let out an agonized moan that took the final straw of her resistance and flung it away. “Then don’t.”

He lifted her a little higher. “I’ll make it up to you. I swear.”

“Just stop talking and take me, all right?” She tightened her legs around him, hoping to force him into sliding his cock inside her pussy.

When he did, she cried out then slapped a hand over her mouth. His cock was thick and long and stretching her insides farther than she’d have thought possible.

He thrust inside her again, and she opened her mouth in another cry, but this one was silent. Her gaze slid from her face in the mirror down the flexing muscles in his back and on to his butt. She wanted to take hold of it, but was afraid to let go of his neck.

Instead, she put her mouth to his ear and whispered, “Harder.”

He slammed into her again, causing enough friction to create a heat wave in her pussy. And yet, watching his butt cheeks tighten as he thrust forward was almost as good as the sensations his cock was giving her. Almost.

She clutched a hunk of his black hair and said it again. “Harder.”

As before, he rammed his cock inside her pussy.

“Harder.”

He did it again, harder, deeper.

“Harder.”

Slam.

“Harder.”

Ram.

“Harder.”

He groaned as he pummeled her, making all her fantasies come alive with each thrust.

Even the tan line running above the slit of his buttock was sexy. She mewled, the turmoil within her growing with each crush of his pelvis against hers. She closed her eyes again only to open them a moment later. To not watch his hard body move was like committing a sin against nature.

“You’re beautiful.”

His words echoed with every pant of his breath. She wanted to believe him, especially since she’d literally opened herself up to him, but that part of her that had suffered through so many rejections wouldn’t let her.

But if he thought she was fat, why did he desire her? Didn’t that prove he really did like her body?

He found her nipple again and lifted her heavy breast higher to get a better grip. Her breasts bounced as he set to pounding into her harder, with stronger bursts of power.

Groaning, he moved to the side of the small enclosure, and she resolutely forced her gaze away from the mirror. She didn’t want to chance a sideways look at her body and ruin it for her.

“I want it rough. Are you ready for that, darlin’?”

Darlin’. Damn, how I like it when he calls me that.
“I’m ready.”

He fell against the wall and slid down to sit on the narrow bench seat. Then, taking her under her arms, he lifted her off him and placed her on her knees on the floor.

At first she didn’t know what he wanted, then, when he eased forward, putting his cock inches from her face, she smiled and sucked his dick inside her mouth. He moaned, the sound much too loud, and tunneled his hands into her hair.

He tasted like nothing she’d ever had before. Never having given a man a blow job, she hadn’t known what to expect. He was spicy, tangy, musky, and more tastes than she could put into words. But most of all, he was delicious.

At first, she could taste her own juices on his cock, but that gave way to flavors that were all him. She circled him with her tongue and fought to keep from crying out at the pain his grip on her hair caused. Even then, she wouldn’t have wanted him to turn her loose.

He guided her over his cock, in and out, and she swirled her tongue around him, exploring the different textures. He was warm in her mouth, supple yet firm. The hairs at the base tickled her nose while the ooze coming from his tip made her own lust heat up to an impossible pitch.

She worked him, cupping his balls with one hand while running her palm along one of his legs. He was part flesh, part stone, but he was all man.

It wasn’t long, however, until he yanked on her hair and took his cock away. She started to protest, but he lifted her off her knees before she could. Turning her around as though she weighed nothing more than a doll, he brought her to his lap again, this time putting her back to him.

His cock pushed against her butt hole and she paused. Of all the things she’d never done with a man that was the scariest. “Kane, I don’t—”

“Don’t worry. We’ll save that for another time.”

Another time?
The thought of there being another time thrilled her, but she squashed down the excitement. Wasn’t that what he was supposed to say? Like promising to call her later? A call that never happened?

Instead, he shifted under her and pushed her upper torso forward. She planted her hands on his knees and sucked in a hard breath when his cock found her pussy again.

He drove into her, taking his cock to the very end of her. She bent forward, her hair falling to cover her face. He reached around her and took her big breasts in his hands.

She dropped her head and wondered how her breasts could seem so small in his hands.

Her belly bounced as he bumped her from behind, thrusting upward. She bit her lip to keep from shouting as he brought one hand behind her then laid it flat on her ass. The resounding
whack
startled her as much as the resulting sting.