Unbridled: Lone Star Lovers, Book 1 Page 4

  “Something like that. I don’t know where this can all lead except to hell.”

  He scraped his thumb across her plump lower lip. “Do we have to be going anywhere?”

  Her tongue darted out, wetting her upper lip again then gliding over the tip of his thumb. “Our families…”

  Justin watched her hot little tongue, fighting the image of it stroking his cock. “Your brother. Rowe’s on his own now. Just like me. Who’s gonna care?”

  “You say this doesn’t have to go anywhere, but is that what you really want? Because I don’t know if I can settle.” Dani’s voice was breathy, but her gaze didn’t waver.

  Justin nearly growled. She’d all but admitted she wanted a long-term affair. “I’d like you to consider the possibility of having more than one man in your life.”

  “Are you saying you want the three of us…?”

  Justin flexed his buttocks and gently pressed his cock against her. “I think we’d all do well together. We might not all have the same upbringing, but we do love this life. Working a ranch together, sharing the burdens—”

  Dani frowned. “Sharing the same bed…that’s what you’re really thinking about.”

  Justin grinned. “Can’t say that thought hasn’t crossed my mind.” Again, Justin ground his cock against the juncture of her open thighs. “Don’t try to tell me you haven’t been thinkin’ about it too ever since you saw Rowe go down on me. I saw your face. You were creaming just watching us.”

  Her body quivered beneath his, but she didn’t deny it.

  “Now, shut up. I want that mouth of yours doing something other than telling me all the reasons this can’t work.”

  Dani’s eyelids drooped. Her lips parted.

  Justin recognized the invitation and swooped down to kiss her.

  His tongue stroked inside her wet, warm mouth and he groaned. “Wearin’ any underwear?” he whispered when he broke the kiss.

  She shook her head.

  “Goddamn. Already you please me.” He kissed her again, then rose from her, straddling her hips and raking up her shirt, pausing to take it over her head. Then he bent again, and his mouth glided over hers, sucking on her bottom lip and releasing it. Fuck, she tasted sweet.

  He glided downward, pressing kisses against her shoulder blades and the tops of her breasts. When his lips closed around a tightly beaded nipple, her fingers dug into his scalp, holding him there. He scooped the nipple into his mouth, tongued the hardened tip and suckled hard until her body moved restlessly beneath him.

  Justin remembered the taste of her, remembered how sweetly she’d surrendered the last time he’d been intimate with her.

  Even then he’d known she was special. He’d watched her with Rowe, caught fleeting glimpses of her in town. But the few years’ difference in their ages had kept him from acting on his attraction because he’d known she was too young, and her brother would kill him. Too, he’d needed to keep his job, and while Mr. Ayers liked him, Justin seriously doubted the old man would have stood up for him if he messed with his neighbor’s daughter.

  So he’d bided his time, letting her fill his dreams while he’d plowed through women like he was planting a crop. She’d been the girl he’d set on the pedestal, unattainable, until one day not long after she’d graduated high school, he’d found her alone.

  She’d been sitting beside the creek that fed the many ponds on both properties, waving her hat in front of her face to cool her skin, watching him as he approached on his horse.

  “You’re a long way from home,” he’d said, wondering why that was, and why she looked like she’d been running.

  Her face had glistened with sweat, her shirt had stuck to her slender frame. Her nipples poked against the fabric of her thin bra and he hadn’t been able to look away because the rigid points sat on the upper swell of breasts. He knew if he stripped her naked, he’d only have to lean down to take a sexy sip.

  Her expression didn’t change, remained closed, but her eyes trailed down his body then back up.

  He’d hardened in an instant. “Need water?” he’d said, his voice rasping.

  One pale eyebrow lifted and his cheeks burned. She was sitting beside a creek after all.

  “Clean water.” He untied the canteen from his saddle and leaned down to hand it to her.

  She’d taken it and lifted it to her lips, taking a long draw that overspilled her mouth and ran in rivulets down her throat.

  “You worked up a thirst. Mind tellin’ me why you’re so far from home without a horse? Did you have a fall?”

  She shook her head, but her eyes filled.

  Justin had sighed and slipped off the saddle to kneel beside her. “What’s wrong, Dani?”

  Her gaze had climbed up his chest and lingered on his lips.

  His mouth went dry as her interest became apparent. The question of why she was here and all alone faded from his mind as he bent and pressed his mouth to hers. He’d waited too damn long, stayed awake too many nights thinking of her to ignore the invitation.

  Her soft, lush mouth yielded, and he plundered it, and when he drew back they were both gasping from breath. His gaze dropped to her breasts.

  Surprisingly, she hadn’t stopped him when he’d given into the urge and nuzzled her breasts through her clothing. She’d sat wide-eyed, her mouth gulping, but she didn’t resist when he’d opened her blouse and made a feast of her small globes. Her pink nipples blossomed under the lash of his tongue.

  She didn’t do more than moan when he’d stripped her pants from her long legs and settled between them. The sight of her pale blonde ruff and the deep pink, inner lips framing her entrance, took his breath away.

  Complete silence had surrounded them, not a word passing between them while he’d taken her. She hadn’t offered a single word of complaint when he’d turned her and hammered into her tight little cunt from behind.

  And when they’d both come, he hadn’t been able to break the magical silence because he hadn’t wanted to spoil the moment.

  They’d ridden together on his horse to a spot nearer her home and he’d watched as she walked away. Later, he’d found out from Rowe that it had been the anniversary of her parents’ deaths. But he’d never regretted taking advantage of her sorrow.

  And to this day, he hadn’t understood why she’d let him have her, why she’d remained mute throughout. Dani wasn’t the quiet type, didn’t like to give up an ounce of pride without an argument to get her good and hot.

  He should know. He’d watched her and Rowe often enough. She’d goaded his friend every time into giving her what she craved.

  Only now, as then, she didn’t say a word to him, simply melted against him, letting him place her hands above her head.

  A gentle push against the blanket was all it took to tell her not to move them. He stripped her efficiently, without a single caress to entice her into surrender.

  Like a ragdoll, she lifted her hips when he tugged at her pants and let him slide them down. When he pressed against her inner thighs she opened. When he cupped her bottom, she rocked her hips upward, only as far as he wanted. When his hands slipped from underneath her bottom, she stayed in place, offering her sex for his eager mouth.

  A perfect little supplicant. And she’d never been that way for Rowe.

  Fierce, hot elation swept through him, and he tugged her folds into his mouth and sucked, slipping his tongue between them and stroking into her entrance, just to acquaint himself with her spicy taste.

  Then he sat back on his haunches and drew his shirt over his head, stood and toed off his boots, shoved his pants down his legs and kicked them away. When he came down on his knees, she didn’t move…not to get away…not to embrace him.

  That gave him pause. Almost made him angry. She might surrender her body, but he wouldn’t be satisfied until she gave him her uncensored response.

  “Roll onto your belly,” he said, keeping his tone even.

  Dani bit her bottom lip but rolled, lying there, her
slender back tense.

  He bent and kissed each cheek of her ass, giving them a bold caress of his hands, rolling them, parting them.

  Her breath hissed between her lips, and a quiver worked its way down her spine. She didn’t resist, but she also didn’t urge him to move faster.

  “I want you on your knees.”

  “God,” she finally whispered, pushing up on her arms, her bottom lifting toward him.

  Justin bent and licked her from behind, stroking his tongue over her clit, sliding into her entrance, then up, following the tender region behind her folds and trailing upward until his tongue grazed her little asshole.

  Her body jerked away.

  He pinched her bottom in warning. “You don’t get a say in what I do.”

  “I’ve never…” she started to say in a little voice.

  “Rowe never take you in the ass?”

  Her head shook, and so did her whole body.

  “If that’s what I want, will you stop me?”

  She gasped. Then, she whispered, “M-make me.”

  Justin closed his eyes. He hadn’t known it any more than he had when Rowe’s unexpected surrender had come, that this was what he wanted of her. Capitulation. No questions, only a show of resistance.

  God, it was going to be sweet training her to suit his needs. Their needs.

  Dani couldn’t believe what she’d just said. Or how she’d said it—in a small, timorous voice, like his response mattered more than anything, even her pride. What was it about him that made her so completely crazy for him to take control?

  For as long as he’d worked at the ranch next door, she’d been aware of him, and knew he was aware of her. When she’d ride along the fence toward the shack, she’d see him outlined against a far hill, sitting atop his horse. Alone and lonely. She’d known that. But he’d always frightened her because she’d known deep inside that he’d demand complete control, and she hadn’t been ready to surrender.

  She needed to be pushed beyond endurance, beyond any sense of self-preservation before she could allow him near her.

  Just like the first time, when she’d been running from her problems and needed time away from Cutter and the home that was still filled with memories too painful for her to face. She’d wanted him to take her. Make her forget. He could do it with just the hard edge of his voice.

  Sure, she’d always loved goading Rowe into being forceful, into spanking her. But it had been a game they both played for their mutual pleasure. With Justin, she needed him to force her to accept him, needed him to command her body.

  Was this how he’d gotten to Rowe?

  A palm cupped her sex, fingers strumming over her folds. Moisture seeped against his palm. A low, sexy chuckle sounded behind her. His hand swirled over her then dropped. Before she had a chance to moan in complaint, Justin slapped her pussy.

  Shock held her immobile for a long moment, then her whole body convulsed. Her back sank, and her bottom rose higher.

  Again. She wanted him to do it again.

  The next slap was harder, sharper. It warmed her sex, sent a jolt of heat arcing through her, trembling up her channel to her womb. Her bottom wriggled, her thighs clenched, she rocked against his gliding hand.

  “Like that?” he asked softly.

  “Mmmm…”

  He spanked her pussy—rapid little swats that got noisier as her body released fluids to drench his palm and trickle down her inner thighs.

  When he smeared his wet hands over the globes of her ass, she didn’t shy away from the nastiness. She damn near purred. But it was only a short respite.

  His hands landed on her backside, warming every inch of her bottom while her pussy swelled and her inner muscles rippled up and down her channel around tight, cramping clenches.

  “Jesus,” he said, laying his cheek against her ass. “You’re so goddamn wet.”

  So fuck me anyway, she wanted to moan, but he’d just make her wait longer.

  “Want me inside you?” he whispered, his tone harsh, his breaths jagged.

  She didn’t answer, just shook as her arms began to tremble.

  His mouth nibbled at her bottom. “Don’t know if I want your ass or your cunt.”

  God, he did not just say that word. The dick!

  “Don’t like cunt?”

  “I said that out loud?” she groaned.

  “Sure did.” He chuckled. “Cunt,” he rasped, his breath blowing over her moist pussy. “It’s brutal, isn’t it? Nothing pretty about the word, nothing cuddly…like pussy. But men like it. Like how nasty it sounds. Like to say it out loud.”

  “Don’t give a shit what you call it,” she groused.

  Fingers traced the sensitive edges of her thin inner lips. “Not now, you don’t. You just want me to sink inside it. Don’t you?”

  She nodded, but he couldn’t see. She pressed her lips into a thin line.

  “I don’t think I like the quiet you anymore. I’ve watched you with him, you know. Watched you prick at him, tease him, fight him when you wanted him to get a little rough.”

  A finger teased inside her entrance. Too narrow to fill her, too shallow to stroke over her magic spot. God, would he ever just get busy? “I knew he’d never hurt me,” she said softly.

  “Not so sure about me?”

  “I hardly know you.”

  “Didn’t really know Rowe at all, did you?” He licked her pussy, lapping at her arousal. “If you want more from me, want me fucking you hard…you have to give me a little trust too. Can’t play coward now.”

  “I don’t want to fight you. I’ll give you what you want.”

  “What if I need a little resistance from you?”

  Her pussy clasped, more sweet juice greeted his tongue. “Can’t.”

  He sucked her folds and let them go. “Are you afraid of me?”

  A soft sob shook her slender frame.

  Justin grew still behind her and eased his grip on her ass. But he couldn’t resist skimming his palms over her soft skin. “I’m not much bigger or stronger than Rowe.”

  Dani lifted her ass, pressing against his hands. “Rowe’s my best friend. We were each other’s firsts. I know he’d never hurt me. I don’t know you. And from what you’ve let me see of you, I know I don’t like you very much.”

  “And yet, you’re here with me now.”

  Her breath gusted in a huff. “Can’t help myself. Can’t resist.”

  Something inside Justin twisted. He leaned away and took his hands off her hips.

  Dani glanced over her shoulder then knelt, her hands covering her breasts. “Why’d you stop?”

  “You can’t resist. Means you wish you could. Am I not good enough for you, Dani?”

  Dani’s mouth opened then closed. Her brow lowered. “You’re just not the same as Rowe.”

  “I’m a man.”

  “But I wasn’t raised next door to you. I haven’t known you all my life.”

  “That wasn’t exactly possible, now was it?”

  Dani wrapped her arms around her breasts. Her large eyes glittered. “What do you want from me?” she asked, her tone ragged.

  Justin didn’t want to beg. Didn’t want to let her see how vulnerable he really was. He ground his jaws together. “I want your trust. And for you to see me as a man with every right to be in your life.”

  Her brows rose. “You wanna date me?”

  “Am I reaching too far?” he asked quietly, holding himself still.

  She shook her head, a frown building a furrow between her brows. “My brother…”

  He let one side of his mouth curl. “Yeah, he’d have a problem with me, wouldn’t he?”

  “He doesn’t know you. He’d expect…well, someone different for me.”

  “He’d expect someone like Rowe. Someone with prospects.”

  Dani shook her head again, but then her shoulders slumped. “He’d expect someone who would want to take care of me.”

  “You think I don’t want to do that?” he asked,
keeping his voice dead even while anger formed a hard knot in his belly.

  Dani’s glance fell away for a moment. When she raised her head again, her eyes were wide and wet. “Why should I think any differently, Justin? The only time you’ve ever come close to me was to get into my pants. Why should I think I’m any different from any other woman you’ve fucked and left?”

  Justin drew a deep breath. How could he change her mind now about his intentions? His reputation was a huge obstacle. Their shared past was another. He’d used her when she’d needed tenderness. And his relationship with Rowe was the two-hundred-pound gorilla in the room they still hadn’t addressed.

  Justin forced emotion away, reminding himself that she didn’t want that from him.

  Dani Standifer was only curious, slumming with the bad boy. In the end, she’d turn away from him. So why shouldn’t he take what he could while she was still willing and eager for him to use her?

  Justin’s expression shuttered, growing remote. And Dani had the sinking feeling she’d hurt him. “I was just being honest. Do you want…something more…?”

  His mouth curved into a bitter smile. “Come closer. I want you to straddle me.”

  Dani eyed him, wondering what he was thinking now. Gone was the lazy charm he’d used that had curved his lips and kept his sharply masculine features from slanting into the scary mask he wore now. “Maybe I should go back,” she said softly.

  “I’m not finished with you.”

  She wanted to say that maybe she was done with him. But it wouldn’t have been true. She still needed something from him. She needed to feel desired. Needed his brand of sensuality—dirty, relentless, harsh. She needed to feel the stretch of his cock, the heat of his hands and mouth. Maybe she wanted to use his body, but that’s all he wanted from her anyway, wasn’t it?

  She crawled across the blanket toward him, then awkwardly placed her knees on either side of his hips and settled her hands on his shoulders.

  His gaze dropped to her breasts, and her nipples tightened. Her uneasy breaths caused her chest to quiver.

  “Slide that juicy cunt over my dick,” he said softly.