Chaste (McCullough Mountain) (45 page)

“Taste
how sweet you are, Ashlynn.”

She
worried that this was wrong, but decided he was her husband and this was all
part of being intimate. Her tongue skated over her lips and she sampled her
tangy flavor.

Kelly
moaned and kissed her. “Are you still sore?”

“A
little.”

“Take
this off.”

Her
arms lifted as he pulled the gown off. His hands gripped her hips and dragged
her to the center of the bed. He climbed over her until his knees were on
either side of her ribs. He rose up and gripped his erection.

“Give
me your hand.”

She
held out her hand and he folded it over his length. His fingers closed over
hers and together they stroked him. She was mesmerized. Everything about Kelly
was male, strong, and beautiful. His presence was a potent mix of lust and
desire and all things tempting.

His
grip tightened. She hadn’t held him as tightly before, but he didn’t seem to
mind.

“Can
we try something new?” he asked.

“It’s
all new to me, Kelly. I won’t know if I like it unless I try it.”

“Would
you tell me if you didn’t like something?”

“Yes.”

He
removed their hands and leaned forward to kiss her. “I love you.”

When
their mouths parted he seated himself so that his erection rested at her
breasts. He cupped her there. His fingers plucking at her nipples and making
her sigh and writhe beneath him.

He
lifted again. “Use your mouth to get my cock wet.”

Her
heart raced. She’d never heard it called that before meeting Kelly. Her lips
parted and he pressed his
cock
into her mouth. He thrust a few times and
then withdrew. She loved the way his expression changed when he was in her
mouth.

His
hands curved around her breasts, plumping her flesh until he held her tightly
around his cock. His thumbs teased at her tips and then he thrust and groaned.
His cock slid between her breasts as he held them in place. Pumping smoothly, his
eyes shut and he sighed.

He
lifted. “Again.”

Her
mouth opened and he plunged deep, nearly touching the back of her throat. This
was very different. His rapid strokes into her mouth cut off as he thrust
himself between her plumped breasts, then he was in her mouth again. It seemed
they were both racing toward something. She sucked him deep and he jerked back.
His hands tightened over her breasts again.

His
taut skin glided over her chest, stuffed between her curves. She’d never heard
of such a thing. He breathed heavily. His fingers pulled at her nipples,
sometimes tightened and her body reacted.

His
hips snapped forward, his motions rocking both their bodies in time. His
fingers closed around the sensitive tips of her breasts and she hissed.

His
fingers pinched her there for a long moment, as he stared deep into her eyes.
When he released her flesh the blood rushed to the tips and she gasped. “Feel
that, Ashlynn? It’s all those little nerves coming to life. I could make you
come just from touching you here.”

He
plumped her breasts and continued to thrust some more. Every few minutes he
lifted and put himself in her mouth. Her head lifted from the mattress as she
sucked him eagerly. He’d pull from her lips without warning and she’d collapse
back, gasping as he drove his cock between her breasts.

The
next time he lifted he cupped her head. “Take me deep, love. As deep as you
can.”

She
pulled him to the back of her throat and her eyes watered. He withdrew, making
small dips over her tongue. She wanted to scream with the fire building inside
of her. Such desire was unnamable. Her body was on sensory overload. Her thighs
were drenched with her own arousal and she wasn’t sure what she needed.
Everything was so incredibly sensitized and he was going so fast.

Suddenly,
her hand shot out and gripped his cock as she sucked. She didn’t want to let
him go.

“Fuck!”
His fingers tightened in her hair and he plunged into her mouth over and over.

His
spine stiffened and he jerked his body back, breaking her hold. His cock dipped
between her breasts, his warm palms squeezing her flesh tight, as his hot and
sticky release coated her skin.

Kelly
threw his head back and shouted her name, his hips snapping over her wildly. He
fell forward and caught his weight on his palms by her head.

She
was breathing fast, each breath choppy. He scooted down her body and kissed
her. “You’re incredible,” he growled against her lips.

His
fingers trailed through the sticky stuff covering her breasts, dragging it over
her belly and past her hips. His fingers filled her and she gasped. That was
his seed.

Her
body was burning up. It only took a few quick plunges of his fingers and she
was arching into his palm, crying out her own release. When his body fell next
to hers the entire room smelled of sex and lust.

She
gasped for breath as he pulled her close. “I’ll clean you up in a minute. Just
let me hold you for now.”

It
amazed her, how they could become so separate from their minds in such acts and
as soon as it was over, Kelly could be tender again. She was beginning to
understand the draw of sex and was sort of pissed she’d waited so long.

Chapter Sixteen

Kelly
missed his wife.

When
he’d woken up that morning the house was clean and her truck was already gone.
He’d tracked her down at the market, but she was busy. He tried to steal a few
kisses, but she was having none of that. He probably shouldn’t have been so
rough with her yesterday.

Kelly
could be gentle at times. Sometimes gentle was good. But for the most part he
liked to fuck as if the only thing that could stop him was a ballistic missile.
Maybe Ashlynn wasn’t ready for all that. He’d take it slow with her tonight.

After
he left her at the market, he went to his parents to pack up some of his
belongings. He didn’t have much. As he glanced back at his room to see if there
was anything he’d forgotten, he noticed an envelope on his bed.

Placing
the box he held on the floor he lifted the envelope and withdrew the paper
inside. Several twenty-dollar bills fluttered to his comforter. It was
Sheilagh’s stupid pool. He pocketed the money, intending to buy something nice
for Ashlynn with it and stuffed the paper back in the envelope. He shoved the
whole thing into his nightstand drawer and left.

As
he waited for the last two patrons to leave O’Malley’s that night, he thought
about his wife. Last he spoke to her she was making some soup. She said she’d
leave some on the stove for him. Her thoughtfulness gave him a touch of the
warm and
fuzzies
. He had to fend for himself for breakfast,
which meant he starved until he reached his mother’s. He was glad Ashlynn
remembered him when it came to dinner.

He
wanted to get home to her before she fell asleep. It was already midnight. “All
right, boys, last call.”

He
refilled the customer’s beers and headed to the kitchen to start shutting
things down. Tomorrow Sam and the baby were coming home and he wanted Ashlynn
to go with him for a visit.

By
the time he was mopping the main floor the two customers were gone. Kelly
locked the front door and quickly grabbed his keys. Everything else could be
left until the next day.

When
he pulled into the driveway the house was dark aside from the light on the
front porch. He unlocked the door and kicked off his boots, taking the steps
two at a time. The bedroom was dark, Ashlynn’s body curled at the top right as
she slept soundly.

Kelly
took a quick shower and climbed in beside her. When his hand caressed her hip,
he felt yet another lacy ensemble. As much as he liked seeing her in fancy
nightgowns, he preferred to have her sleep naked.

Leaning
over her, he kissed her ear. “Lucy, I’m home,” he whispered as his palm slid
under her gown and cupped her breast.

She
moaned and he nudged her to her back. “I missed you.” His lips pressed to hers,
coaxing her awake as he fondled her.

Her
lashes fluttered open. “What time is it?”

“A
little after one.” He pushed the silk material over her hips and fit his knee
between hers.

“Kelly,
I’m tired.”

“Please,
love. I’ve thought about you all day.” He needed to have her.

She
smiled and surrendered, her soft thighs parting for him. He filled her slowly,
reminding himself to be gentle. As he rocked over her she watched him through
golden lashes.

Her
body glided beneath him like the softest glove. She was his perfect fit. His
arms slid beneath her back and he held her to him. Her breathy moans filled the
room, music to his ears. He whispered to her, words in Gaelic, words of love,
and when he filled her he marveled that she’d give him a family someday.

Everything
he’d thought to tell her throughout the day faded as he lost himself in her
warmth. His hunger was met in other ways. When they finished, he was replete.
Soup forgotten, he sighed, pulling her into his shoulder, and closed his eyes.

The
following morning Kelly awoke alone again. His hand slid to Ashlynn’s side of
the bed and met nothing but cold sheets. Their opposite schedules sucked. He
showered, dressed, and went to Colin’s.

The
entire family seemed to be there to welcome the newest McCullough home. Kelly
took a fair amount of ribbing from the others and had his fill of ball and
chain jokes.

At
three o’clock he returned home, hoping to find Ashlynn there, but her truck was
again missing. Without even entering the house, he backed out of the driveway
and headed into town. When he found her she was at the market. He didn’t recall
her ever working so many hours at the store.

He
stole an apple from the display and talked to her as she bagged grapes, since
she couldn’t seem to spare a few minutes to sneak away with him. He was becoming
damn needy and wasn’t sure how that happened. Had he always been such an
attention whore?

“Do
you want to get dinner?”

She
placed the last bag of grapes on the display and looked at her watch. “I have
to stay here until closing. My one cashier’s sick.”

“What
time’s closing?” He should probably know that.

“Seven.”

“Will
you come to the pub then? We can have dinner there.”

“I
can.”

“Okay.
I gotta run.” He kissed her, not caring that they were in public. She was his
wife.

Ashlynn
didn’t get to the bar until seven-thirty. They had a good crowd and Kelly
couldn’t find time to sit with her until almost eight. He made them a sampler
platter of fried food from the menu. That was the extent of his culinary
skills.

By
the time they were eating the stereo was pumping and it was difficult to talk.
“How was your day?” he shouted.

“Long.
How was yours?”

“I’m
ready for it to be over. I wish I could come home with you.”

“I
wish you could too.” She made a face like she had something she wanted to say.

He
said what was on his mind and her expression told him she’d been thinking the
same thing. “I feel like we never see each other.”

“I
know,” she agreed. “In the winter I’ll have more time, but until then it’ll be
tough.”

“Did
you mind me waking you up last night?”

She
met his gaze, her eyes turning a darker shade of chocolate. “No.” Her cheeks
blushed the softest hue of pink as she gave him a bashful smile.

“Can
I wake you up when I come home tonight?”

Her
gaze lowered, a sweet rosebud smile on her lips. “Yes.”

He
glanced at the clock. There was a line at the bar and Sue was working her ass
off. Maybe he should think about hiring some extra people for the time being.
It was only ten o’clock and Wednesday was one of their later nights. Fuck.

“I
should probably get back to work,” he said apologetically.

She
nodded and reached for her bag. Kelly walked her to her truck and kissed her
the minute she opened the door. She moaned and wrapped her arms around his
neck.

She
was wearing those baggy overalls. His hand slipped behind the front panel and
cupped the front of her cotton panties. “Kelly, we’re in the parking lot.”

“Shh,
let me in.” His finger glided under the elastic trim and met her soft folds. He
lifted her and propped her on the seat. “Shut off the interior light.”

Her
hand reached out and they were bathed in shadows. He pressed his finger deep
and she moaned quietly in his ear. Drawing his arm back he pressed in another
finger and began to slowly fuck her with his hand.

Her
grip tightened on his shoulders. She gasped in his ear and his cock swelled.
God he wanted to go home with her. She didn’t seem to be sore anymore so he
increased his speed, pushing his fingers deep. Her skin grew damp with every
press of his knuckles.

She
arched and made a long whimper as her sex clamped down on his fingers. She was
so fucking responsive. He pressed to his knuckle and tickled her G-Spot. She
shook in his arms as her climax bathed his fingers.

When
he removed his fingers he sucked them into his mouth and groaned. Her eyes
glittered under the moonlight. “You’re bad, Kelly.”

He
grinned. “I warned you. I’m so hard I could hammer nails right now.”

She
glanced at the bulge at his crotch. “Should I do something?”

He
arched a brow. “What did you have in mind?”

She
shrugged. “I don’t want you going into a bar full of women like that. If
there’s something you need I’ll do it.”

He
shivered. Had there ever been sweeter words? “Get in the back seat.”

She
shifted and climbed into the back. He shut the driver door and opened the back
passenger door, climbing in beside her. Closing them inside, he undid his belt
and zipper and pulled out his cock.

She
looked at him and asked, “What should I do?”

“Take
off your overalls.”

She
bent and unlaced her boots. He stroked himself as he watched her unhook her suspenders.
When she was in only her flannel and panties, he said, “Panties too.”

She
slid the cotton briefs down her legs and looked at him for direction.

“Sit
on my lap facing me.”

She
climbed over his legs and he guided her hips where he wanted them. Lifting his
pelvis he lined his cock up with her sex and pressed her down. Her eyes widened
as he filled her. He gripped her hips through the flannel of her shirt and
showed her how to move.

Each
time she lowered her body onto his he breathed through his teeth in pleasure.
“Unbutton your shirt.”

Her
fingers undid the buttons of her flannel. He plucked the cups of her bra down
and pulled one tight nipple into his mouth. “Kelly!”

“Shh….
Not so loud. Someone’ll hear us.” He sucked her other nipple as she glided over
him. Her head fell back and she moaned.

To
silence her cries of pleasure, he cupped her head and brought her mouth to his.
He lifted his body and thrust hard into her tight little pussy and she screamed
into his mouth as she started to come again. Her sex clamped down on his cock
and she went wild in his arms. He exploded inside of her, pumping every bit of
his release deep into her womb.

She
collapsed in his arms and panted. He stroked her back and held her close. He
didn’t want to let her go. As he softened, he continued to hold her.

“I
could fall asleep like this. Sex is exhausting,” she mumbled into his shoulder.

“I
wish I didn’t have to go back in there.”

“I
guess you’re too busy to leave.”

“Unfortunately.”

She
sighed. “This stinks.”

“It’s
only the third day. We’ll adjust and figure out a way to see each other more.”

“I
hope so. I love having you for my husband, but I feel like we haven’t really
figured out how to be married yet.”

He
stroked her hair. “We will.”

* * * *

Over
the next few weeks Kelly’s newly married status progressed much the same as it
had the first few days. He was convinced his wife was the sexiest creature to
walk this earth, but that was because most of their encounters had to do with
sex.

Ashlynn
was incredible. She was also a fast learner and an exceedingly enthusiastic
pupil. However, he was beginning to feel like their marriage was a sham.

The
pub had been busy, like it always was once the warmer months faded and the
blustery climates of autumn settled in. Halloween was two days away and the
forecast was snow.

Ashlynn
had been running herself ragged preparing the farm for a harsh winter and
moving her plants into the greenhouse. She was constantly reading the almanac
and contacting suppliers for items she wouldn’t be able to grow in the oncoming
months. Her main supplier changed owners and she wasn’t happy with the quality
of their reserve.

Kelly
passed a lot of the time, when Ashlynn was busy, by hanging at the big house.
Braydon was back and forth between Center County and the city looking for jobs.
He and Kelly had gotten rather close over the past month and Kelly was hoping
his brother landed a job with the architectural firm Bray had his eye on in
Pittsburg.

Sammy
and baby Liam were doing great and Mallory was pregnant again, but not with
twins this time, which seemed to relieve her. Everything was progressing…
except his marriage.

Some
nights he watched Ashlynn sleep and wondered what she was dreaming about. He
realized there was so much about her he had yet to discover. He knew her body
by heart, could conjure her laugh on call, but as far as what motivated her…he
was at a loss.

She
was sweet and supportive and only ever nagged him about picking up his things
he sometimes left around the house or putting his dishes in the sink. He’d
thought by now she might be pregnant. They went at it like rabbits. There was
no denying the disappointment he suffered when he spotted that little box of
feminine supplies in the bathroom a few weeks after their marriage. Perhaps God
was waiting until they were more settled to give them a child.