Damon [The Texas Senator's Sons 1] (Siren Publishing Classic) (15 page)

Damon surveyed her current state of dress. The tiny skirt allowed for easy access and the bikini top, well that would be no match at all. “Better yet don’t change, and load your hot ass into my truck. We’ll be taking a drive!” he said then wiggled his eyebrows.

“You’re on!”

They walked into the warm, humid air making their way to Damon’s truck. Regan giggled, making him feel young and reckless. It was a powerful feeling, and to him it felt wonderful. She reached for the door handle of his truck and gasped when he grabbed her waist and spun her around, backing her up against the door with his body. He took her mouth by surprise, his tongue entering and plundering. She began to whimper from the heat of the moment. He deepened his kiss and pressed her harder against the truck. He wanted to take her now, right there in front of God and everyone. He fought for control, needing to slow down, and find the ability to use his brain again.

Damon eased back and leaned his head against hers and looked into her eyes. His breathing was heated like he had run a mile. “You have put a spell on me. I have no control when I’m with you…” He exhaled and searched her eyes. He rubbed his rigid cock against her stomach. “Feel how hard I am? I’m like that every second that I’m with you. I think of fucking you senseless in every imaginable position known.” He kissed her quickly, then looked back into her eyes. “How do you affect me so much?”

Her thumb glided along his jaw, and he closed his eyes. “You affect me the same way…my heart thunders in my chest when you are near me. I get giddy like a young schoolgirl with a crush each time I think of you. Minutes feel like hours when you’re away,” she said with a gentle kiss to his lips. “I practically orgasm every time you touch me, and I long to feel you inside me, pleasuring me in ways that I have never experienced before.”

Damon’s eyes searched hers and witnessed the most sincere, honest praise that he had ever received. He suppressed his overwhelming emotion and clamped his eyes shut tightly for fear that he looked weak. Then he opened them and caressed her face. “Get in, I can’t take anymore.”

They had only made it a couple of miles from the club, and the sexual tension seemed to bounce off the inside of the cab. Regan’s hand inched up his thigh while he drove. “Don’t tease, sweetheart, it took all the control I had not to throw you across the seat of my truck back there and take you like I wanted,” Damon said in a serious tone.

The warning had been given, and Regan gave a wicked grin and kept inching her hand toward his dick. “I’m very serious,” Damon groaned when her hand squeezed him.

Regan giggled and unbuttoned his pants. “I love how you get so hard when you’re near me…it makes me want to lick and suck you until you call out my name.”

Immediately Damon stepped on the gas, trying like hell to get out of town. Regan was working at pulling his jeans down and nipping at the head of his cock. His hands gripped the steering wheel tight. Her soft hands grasped him then suddenly she was pulling his cock deep into her mouth. His teeth began to grind together. Her mouth was warm and soft and completely driving him wild. He could feel her tongue swirl around the head then feel the gentle pull of her mouth as she sucked. Refocusing his eyes on the road, he tried to maintain control. He knew he couldn’t last long feeling her loving him so intimately. The passion she was exerting was evident. Nothing had ever felt so damn exquisite.

Once outside of the lights of Dallas and the traffic, Damon searched for any nook or cranny he could find. His release hovered close, the sensation of her mouth was too great to hold back for long. “Oh, honey, you better back off!” he warned and heard her giggle, feeling her mouth tighten around his cock harder. Her tongue glided along his ridges. Overload. He shot his release deep into her mouth. “Regan, honey!” he hollered and grasped her hair while thrusting his hips toward her mouth. “Oh, damn, baby!” he growled, his hips slowing and his hand loosening its grip of her hair. “Oh, my god, I just died and went heaven.” A quiver shuddered through his body then he heard Regan laugh. “I’m serious, I think my heart stopped!” Damon exhaled.

Regan rose up and smiled. “That’s how out of control you make me feel. I just thought I’d repay the favor.”

“Ah, honey, anytime, I’m yours!” He chuckled and turned the air conditioner on. “I’m hot as hell now.”

Damon felt her fingers gliding along his semi-erect cock and smiled. “You’re in so much trouble when I find a road to pull off on, I hope you know that!” he said then inched his hand up her thigh, causing her to squeal with pleasure.

“I think being in trouble with you is a lot of fun. I hope that isn’t an empty threat,” she said and closed her eyes.

“Damn, you’re wet.” His cock twitched and began to get hard again. Spying a dirt road ahead, he flipped on his turn signal and began to slow. The road didn’t look well-traveled, and no lights seemed to be in sight, but at this point he didn’t care who witnessed what he was about to do.

“Yep, honey, you’re fixing to get it,” he teased while his finger eased in and out of her slick pussy.

“Yess, Damon, give it to me!” Regan said, purring.

The truck came to an abrupt stop at the side of the road. Damon shut off the headlights and turned to yank off the bikini top Regan was wearing. His mouth covered her breast, and with a hard suck to her nipple, Regan screamed for more. His control slipped, and one hand returned to her pussy and began to work it over while his mouth nipped and teased her sensitive nipples. He pushed her back across the seat and continued to assault her with his fingers and tongue while Regan’s body writhed underneath him.

“I want you inside me, please!” Regan cried out.

“Yes, ma’am!” Damon fumbled with a condom while Regan pulled his mouth to hers. “Honey, you have me so worked up my hands won’t work!”

“Hurry, please hurry!” she said between kisses.

Rolling on the condom, Damon thrust into her slick pussy hard. “Is that what you wanted?” He growled and pounded hard into her again.

“Yess, oh yesss!” Regan screamed, her fingers gripping his chest tighter with each long thrust.

Sweat dripped from Damon’s hair while he ruthlessly pounded into Regan’s tight pussy that gripped his cock tighter. He was on a mission, and when he was finished she’d never want another again. His mouth kissed hers hard as his hips continued to thrust into her, and with each thrust she bucked her hips up for more.

Damon eased up and flipped her over to her knees. Regan smiled back toward him and winked. His hands glided up her back and down to her ass and gripped her hips. “Are you ready for what I’m going to do to you?”

“Yes, oh lord, yes,” she said, crying out loud.

With a hard slap, his hand landed on her cheek and she squealed. He smacked her again then caressed the rosy area. “Sweetheart, you have an awesome behind.” He nudged her swollen pussy. “Do you need more? I can fuck you until you beg me to stop!”

Regan whimpered and pushed her hips against him. “I need you.”

He thrust in deep and pulled back slow, feeling how her body gripped him. The glow of the dash illuminated the sweat beading on her soft skin. His hands caressed her back, his thrusts softer and more loving. Nothing at this point in his life could top the high he was on. His every dream come true was softly moaning with each stroke he gave her. Whether she knew it or not, she belonged to him completely, body and soul. He had been given the gift of a lifetime, and he swore at that moment to hold on to her and never let her go.

“Mmm, you’re fantastic!” Regan bucked her hips back, her ass slapping his thighs.

That was all it took to blur the fuzzy feelings and propel him back into action. “You like me to give it to you rough, don’t ya?”

“Mmm, hmm.”

His hips thrust forward again harder. “Like this? Tell me baby, tell me what you want.”

“Harder!” Regan demanded.

Damon reached around and rubbed her clit while he pounded against her ass. He felt her pussy tighten around his cock like a vice. “Yes, honey, squeeze me,” he growled, his release nearing.

“Oh, don’t stop, please don’t stop!” Regan screamed, throwing her hair over her shoulder and giving him a lustful glance.

“Come for me, Regan.” Damon continued to rub her clit until she cried out. Heat enveloped his cock, pushing him over the edge. He grabbed her waist and pulled her back tight against his chest with sporadic spasms quaking between them.

Regan held his arms tight around her. Her body felt so good, her soft, supple skin, wrapped around her curves. He skimmed his hand down her back to her waist, continuing on to rub the rosy area he left on her cheek. The scent of their sex hung in the air comingling with her sweet perfume. He took a deep breath, enjoying the moment. Headlights flashed into the rearview mirror, and both laughed and fell against the seat until the car passed. Damon nipped at the side of her neck then kissed her softly. “You, honey, are unbelievable.”

“Back at ya, cowboy!” Regan giggled.

“How about we just go on to the ranch. I’ll fix you some dinner, rub your feet and back, and then if you’re a really good girl, I may just pleasure you some more.”

“Mmm, sounds like heaven on earth to me!” Regan smiled.

Regan woke and rolled over beneath the silk sheets to reach for Damon but he was already up. She smiled when she smelled fresh coffee brewing. The man was an absolute dream, she thought and snuggled into his feather pillows that had the scent of him entwined in them.

They had pleasured one another into the wee hours of the morning until both were so tired they could no longer move. After a long hot shower, Regan needed Damon to help her to bed. All she remembered after that was feeling his warm body against hers and the complete comfort she felt. Now she lay in his bed in complete bliss. The long wait for someone like him to come along was well worth it, she thought, and couldn’t imagine being any happier than she was at this very moment.

“Good morning, beautiful,” Damon said as he came through the door and sat on the edge of the bed.

“Good morning to you!” Regan smiled and caressed his stubbly face. “Damn, you’re hot in the morning.” She could wake up to that handsome face for the rest of her life and never get tired of seeing his smile.

“You, honey, looked radiant and well satisfied, but I don’t mean to brag,” he teased and kissed her on the cheek.

“Well, I recently met this fantastic guy.” She giggled.

“Really, I think I hate him already.”

Regan laughed and sat up in bed and threw her arms around his neck. When he held her tight, she sighed, loving the moment.

“Come on. Time to get the blood pumping. I have coffee and breakfast waiting and a herd of cattle bellowing for feed.” Damon stood up and helped Regan out of bed.

“Wait, I don’t have clothes, I mean, not real clothes anyway.” Her heart beat quickly, wondering what to do.

“You’re in luck. I have a pair of jeans and boots that my cousin left last summer that are about your size.” He grinned then gave her a little pat on the butt.

* * * *

Out in the pasture Regan marveled at the vast plain and the herd of cattle that swarmed the feed truck. She had grown up on the outskirts of Dallas in a cookie-cutter subdivision with pavement under her feet everywhere she went. It sounded stupid to be so intrigued, but she had never been on a ranch, and the closest she had ever been to a cow was when she enjoyed a steak dinner.

The blue sky seemed larger out here. The sound of the cattle mooing was almost music to her ears. She realized that she had been missing out on so much these last five years. After college she immediately had begun writing her business plan and finding ways to make her dream business come true. Little did she know then but understood completely now was that she needed more than a business and a tiny efficiency apartment. She needed to experience more, live more, and most importantly, find someone to share it all with. That someone smiled at her and winked as he got out of the truck and held his hand out to help her get out as well.

“Penny for your thoughts,” Damon said as they walked along the herd that had their heads down in the feeders.

“No thoughts really, more like feelings,” she said.

“Tell me what you feel.” He squeezed her hand.

“That I hadn’t experienced all that life has to offer but now, with you, I am,” Regan said and couldn’t believe her confession hadn’t embarrassed her at all.

“I know exactly what you mean. I feel the same.” Damon leaned down and kissed her gently.

Heaven on earth, that’s where she was. With Damon she was free to say anything without fear, without regret. Even though they had only known one another less than a week, she felt like she had known him her entire life. Their conversations were easy, and the sex was completely off the charts. Was it possible that two people were destined to be together, she wondered, or was lust clouding her vision and rational thinking? If Bree had any clue how the events of the week were bonding her so closely to Damon, she’d warn her and shake her head in disbelief. Bree was a woman that guarded her heart and waited for what she felt was the inevitable, a letdown and heartbreak.

Everything that was happening was fast, and although it scared the daylights out of Regan, she refused to back down and would not allow a hint of negativity to detour her heart. She was going to embrace her good fortune and allow nature to take its course. She wrapped her arm around Damon and closed her eyes, allowing the sun to shine on her face and peace to fill her completely.