The Stars in the Sky (Giving You ... #2) (13 page)

Amelia let out a sigh and breathed, "It is so beautiful here."

After a while, quietly, we piled back in the truck, and Will drove us back to the compound. We said goodnight to Amelia and Ryan, who were in a downstairs guest room, and I trudged up the stairs after Will, my sandals in my hand.

When we got to his room, I paused at the doorway and, taking a step forward, asked, "Are we going to sleep now?"

Will answered from inside the bedroom, "Oh no, darlin'. We're just gettin' started."

Quit

I FLOPPED DOWN ON Will's bed on my back, mostly sober, still wearing my dress and shoes, my feet dangling over the side. He walked around the bed to the side my head was on, and gave me the slowest and sexiest upside down kiss that I'd ever received in my entire life. The top of his tongue explored the top of mine, teasing and feathering in my mouth, and I reached up to his luscious ass and held him closer.

As I felt his back pocket, I realized something.

"I haven't seen you chew since the first day I was here, right? At least it's been a while," I said between kisses.

"Quit," he said, sucking on my lower lip, still upside down.

I pulled back and looked at him straight in his dark eyes, as he leaned over me. "What do you mean you quit? Just like that? Isn't it addictive?"

He shrugged.

"Will Thrash changed something for me," I said wonderingly.

His response was quiet, but immediate. "I like you in my mouth more than dip."

Fuck me. I didn't know what to say about this. For someone who was stubborn, he also . . . wasn't. I reached up and ran my fingers through the stubble on his jaw, and then up through his thick, dark waves. But it had been a long twenty-four hours and there were a few other things that we needed to discuss.

"Will, you told your mom I was your girlfriend this morning. I'm not your girlfriend."

He pulled back. "Went too fast," he said. "Now I gotta convince you to be my girlfriend, don't I?"

"You went too fast," I agreed. "I barely know you."

He smiled. "'Kay. I like you, Marie. I like how fun you are. Think you want more than a fuck or two, so I'm just gonna convince you to go out with me on a regular basis."

"You can try.”

His words made me happy but then I reminded myself that I was the public liberal privately sleeping with the enemy.

Right now, though, with him hovering over me? I shoved my thoughts to the side.

"'Kay. I'll take that for now." He kissed me again lightly, full lips on mine, still upside down. "I won't scare you off by saying what I think."

I froze for a second and tried to play it off like it was nothing. "What's that?"

His chocolate eyes met mine. "That this is gonna go somewhere."

"You did just scare me," I whispered, only half-joking.

"I know," he half-grinned back at me. "So now I think the only objection to being with me is that I'm a Republican, right?" he said, as he unbuttoned his black Western shirt and pulled it off, exposing a torso hewn by a farm but belonging to the gods.

I ran my fingers along his ribs and his warm skin, and racked my brain for another objection, but that was a pretty big one. "Oh, and you're an asshole," I said matter-of-factly.

"'Kay," he agreed easily.

"Only sometimes, though . . ." I trailed off, because now he was really distracting me.

He unbuckled his belt buckle and unbuttoned the top button of his jeans, and then started to kiss his way from my lips, over my neck, his torso in my face, smelling like fuck-yeah Will mixed with beer and strippers, a very amusing and strangely arousing scent. He got to the dove tattoo on my collarbone, and said, "You still have lipstick here."

"I do?" I asked, surprised. I got up. "I'm kind of a mess."

"I like it."

"You really are kinky, aren't you?"

"Yep," he stated, completely unapologetic.

I stiffened for a moment. "I feel gross, Will, I need to take a shower or clean up. I still have your cum on me."

"Like that too."

My eyes bugged out and I pointed at him. "You are a deviant!"

He grinned at me.

"Let me get a washcloth, at least, and clean up," I continued.

"I'll get it," he said, and walked out, returning soon with a handful of wet washcloths. I sat up and he unzipped my dress and ran a pleasantly warm washcloth over the tops of my breasts, cleaning off the cheap stripper perfume and indelible red lipstick. Then he helped me out of the dress and walked around and took off my shoes. He pulled off my underwear as I undid my bra. "Spread, baby." He gently took the washcloth and cleaned between my legs, stroking while he did it, which made me aroused. I felt better and taken care of.

"You know," he said quietly, "maybe you only get mad at me because you care what I think."

I had heard that expression before. Then it dawned on me. "You read
Fifty Shades of Grey
!"

"The fuck?" he asked.

"It said something like that in
Fifty Shades
. Something along the lines of 'you only get upset with people you care about.' You're a closet smut fan, aren't you?"

Will took a look at me and burst out laughing. This was the first time I’d heard him laugh—a full, male laugh, not a chuckle—and it was beautiful. White teeth showing, full lips smiling, waist shaking. I watched him in amazement as he let it out. It took him a moment before he could talk, and then he managed, "No, don't read that shit. No objection to bondage, though. I like it, truth be told."

So there was something else to think about.

But now, I noticed the other washcloth, and said, "Let me clean you." I unbuttoned the rest of his fly and eased him out of his jeans, and he fell on the bed next to me, head at my waist. I took the washcloth and cleaned him, caressing each part of his cock, which belonged in an art gallery.

"Now that you're here, and clean—" I started to say, but he interrupted me.

"Sixty-nine, darlin'," he whispered.

"'Kay," I whispered back, totally turned on.

"But first, you need a few more orgasms," he said, in a businesslike tone, and reached between my legs, fingering me. Then he suddenly got up, left the room, naked and erect, carrying the washcloths, and came back with a bottle of Nivea lotion.

"What's that for?"

"Don't have any lube. This'll do."

"
Will
," I said, warningly.

"Marie, you don't wanna do something, you tell me and I stop. Simple. But I've got a big sexual appetite, and I'm wanting to see how big an appetite you have, and whether we can satisfy it."

Well then.

Hell, I was up for anything. He wouldn't hurt me, at least not physically.

"Alright," I agreed.

And he lay back down, head by my pussy, and started exploring with his big, calloused hands, a nudge and a caress here, a press there, and slowly, very slowly, rubbing and circling my clit with his thumb. Then a finger, then two, inside me. And then he put some lotion on, and a finger ended up pressed into my ass. So now he was stimulating me in three places and it felt really fucking good. And after a little bit of this, he built up the sensations in my body and made me climb up until I exploded in a raging, fiery climax that put the other ones I’d had to shame, wringing out the tension from my body and letting it out with a yell.

I hoped Amelia and Ryan didn't hear that scream.

But he kept going.

And he built me up again.

And I blew up.

And then he did it again.

Fuck me, I’d just lost it, quaking, my body shattering so many times.

So, when finally I came back to the present, my awareness going beyond the sensations in my own body, I realized that right next to me was Will and his huge cock, and he needed attention. So, tentatively at first, and then bolder, I leaned over on my side and licked and sucked him, until I could get him almost entirely in my mouth, if I relaxed a bit. And he leaned over and licked at me, lapping and sucking my swollen pussy, while he kept his fingers where they were.

It’d been my experience with this position that it was distracting. Do I pay attention to my partner or do I pay attention to what is being done to me? It's normally so confusing.

But with Will, I wasn't confused at all. We just took turns, slowly, languidly, building each other up, then pausing for the other’s turn, then back again.

"How close are you?" he asked, when I was pretty fucking close.

"Pretty fucking close."

"Me too. Think we can do this together?" he said against my pussy.

"Let's try."

I could feel him get close, the vein enlarging and throbbing in his cock, his balls pushing up, and I could feel me clenching, dying for yet another release, and between his tongue and his hands, he set off a chain reaction, that had me bouncing on the bed, sucking on him for dear life, which then released him, warm spurts in my mouth.

After a moment, we extricated ourselves from each other, and he crawled around to face me, trailing a finger up my torso, past my Noah's ark tattoo, over my breasts, and up to my chin. Then he turned me on my side so that he was spooning me and he kissed my naked shoulder, murmuring, "I like that, Marie."

I nodded. Me too.

Mucking

"WE NEED TO HAVE a talk."

After breakfasting, showering, and packing up Ryan and Amelia to go back to Santa Barbara, Amelia pulled me aside. Then she pushed me outside the ranch house and started walking with me, leaving Ryan and Will talking in the house.

"I know what you're going to say—" I started, but she interrupted me.

"And that is?"

"That I'm crazy for what I'm doing with Will."

She rolled her eyes. "Girl, I knew you were crazy a long time ago. This new crazy, though, is for what you are
not
doing with Will."

We walked past the corrals and headed to the path that wended its way to the bluff and the beach. "There's not much that I am not doing with Will," I said, joking.

But she was serious. "Marie. You are my best friend. You saved my life. Multiple times. I feel like I need to do the same for you."

"What are you talking about?"

"You're not opening your heart up to him." I spluttered, thinking that she was sounding like that old Madonna song, but she kept going, giving me The Hand. "You’re the most caring person I know. You teach preschool and you help kids and you want to be a counselor and you give me your time and you care about the environment and baby polar bears and all sorts of causes. But you don't take yourself on as a cause."

"Yes I do," I started, "I totally defend myself."

"You do," she agreed easily, "but you don't let yourself get in deep. When was the last time you were in a real relationship?"

I couldn't remember. I shook my head at her, but she continued.

"You have this big, tall, hunk of a cowboy, who looks at you as if he sees you, only you, and no one else but you on the entire goddamn planet, and as far as I can tell, he respects you, he pays attention to you, he makes sure that you are taken care of, and he buys you candy and fucking dances with you the way you’ve never been danced with. And you're questioning it because it's new and that's normal.

"You're the life of the party, always having fun, always making sure that others have fun. But as a friend, I want you to think about whether you are willing to go deeper than you ever have before. You're the caring party girl that I know and love, but you don't let anyone in. When are you going to do something for yourself? And I don't just mean get laid. Though, the fact that he is phenomenal in bed says something . . ." She gave me a knowing smile. "But I digress. I want you to think about really letting him care for you, not just with sex, but with everything. Sure, he's the silent type, but there's something burning under that Marlboro Man exterior, and based on what you tell me, he shows it with his actions, not with his mouth."

"His mouth is pretty good," I muttered, kicking at the dust in the trail. We were almost to the bluff where you could see the ocean.

"But that's it, see? You're not letting it be beyond sex. You care about everyone else and your heart is huge. But your heart needs to open up for you and see what it's like to let him in. Because it's obvious, to me, at least, that he's wonderful for you. There's no bullshit with him. He just wants you and he shows it."