Promises Prevail (The Promise Series) (42 page)

A gift? This was torture, pure and simple
. Her head found the hollow of his shoulder. His lips brushed her ear.

“Climb the stairs, Jenna.”

Why did he have to say it just that way, in that voice? She took one step, and then another. The fire rose up from her groin, raging over her senses, burning out her ability to do anything but feel. She fell back against him. “I can’t.”

“What if I say I want you to?”

Still that seductive voice that coated her need with honeyed promise. Her pussy clenched and wept as the inherent promise slid down her spine.

“Please don’t.”

She shivered as his lips found the side of her neck. “Do you ache for me, Sunshine?”

“Yes.”

He laughed and pushed her forward. She caught herself with her hands on the stair, her back curved, taking most of her weight on her good leg. He came down over her, surrounding her with his body, his hips aligned against her buttocks with blatant intent.

“I like you like this, all bent over.” His hands drooped down to her knees. He started gathering her skirt.

“Accessible.” He piled layer after layer of material into the small of her back. His big hand slipped between her thighs, catching on her moist pantaloons.

“Ah Jenna, you get so wet for me.”

“I can’t help it.”

She shifted her legs apart to accommodate the width of his hand as he cupped her pussy.

“That wasn’t a complaint.”

His fingers dipped inside the slit of her pantaloons, the callused tips scraping the hungry flesh. She pushed back against him. He leaned in, his cock grinding into her ass.

“That’s it. Show me what you want.”

“You.” The embarrassing confession whispered into the quiet of the house. “I want you.”

“You’ve always had me, Sunshine.” His teeth scraped the back of her neck.

Not like she wanted. She’d never have him that way. The stray thought whisked away as his tongue lapped at the spot. Her knees buckled. How could her neck be connected to her pussy?

He laughed and did it again. The sharp spark joined the others, building the internal fire. She twisted against him. His fingers brushed her swollen clit in a searing caress.

“Oh God!” Her knees buckled.

He gave her pussy a soft pat. “Hold yourself up.”

She couldn’t if he kept doing things like that.

“Do it, Jenna.” The order rode the heels of the last shuddering sensation. She braced her knees and tried. She swayed as he removed his heat and support, but she didn’t fall. She considered that a huge success.

His hands slid over her hips. “Good.”

There was a tug and a ripping sound and then a wash of cool air on her buttocks as the remnants of her pantaloons slid down her thighs.

“Clint…”

“Who else?”

No one else. No one else could make her feel like this. No one else could make her burn with fire as she bent over, exposed and vulnerable. Only Clint. She only trusted Clint this much.

“Damn, you have a fantastic ass.” His palms curved around each cheek, his fingers braced on her hip bones, the thumbs dipping into the shallow creases at the top.

Her skin throbbed beneath his touch with the same pulse as her pussy.

“You don’t think…” she bit back the rest of what she was going to say. Only a weak woman would ask if he thought her ass was too big when the truth was in his caress, the way his fingers kneaded in sensual bliss. The way his thumbs glided down the sensitive crease between. The soft hum of appreciation he made in his throat as she involuntarily pushed back into his caress, her body knowing what her mind fought to accept. Clint McKinnely loved the way she looked. She—fat, worthless almost invisible Jenna Hennesey—could make big strong Clint McKinnely moan from just the sight of her butt.

As an experiment, feeling awkward and terribly exposed, she wiggled her hips.

“Oh yeah.” His hands left her. “Do that again.”

It was harder without his touch, but she focused on him and measured her success in the harshness of his quickly drawn breath as she did as he ordered.

The sound of leather sliding through metal pulled her up short. She knew that sound intimately. He was taking off his belt.

The little voice inside that had kept her alive for years told her to freeze. To be passive so as not to risk provoking him. She was so tired of listening to that voice.

Another, newer voice rose out of the confusion, insidious in its message. It whispered for her to move, to tempt him, to test her power, to see how far she could drive this powerful man.

She wiggled her rear again, slowing the move, listening to the inner rhythm, withdrawing when she heard his breath catch, pushing back when he released it in a tormented curse.

“You’re making me burn, Sunshine.”

Power and pride washed through her in equal parts. She waved her ass again.

He laughed. “What happened to my timid little wife?”

She gave him the truth. “She’s tired of being afraid all the time.”

“I like how she’s chasing away her fear.”

A ghost of a caress on her right buttock and then he said, “Spread your legs a little more so I can see that sweet pussy.”

A wave of awkwardness washed over her, blending with the heat simmering through her, but she didn’t give into it. Refused to give into it. This was her husband and he wanted to see her. What was wrong with that? She spread her legs.

“Now, that’s a pretty sight.”

She wondered how she looked to him, if the swollen, achy feeling in her pussy was visible.

She arched her back and presented him a better view. When he moaned, she curved her spine, taking his view away, smiling when he hissed, “Witch,” knowing from the stroke of his hand on her flank that he liked it. Rewarding him by arching her back again. Moaning when the smooth move sent those devilish balls shifting inside of her again.

“Damn, Sunshine, you’re going to make me come.”

“From just this?” she gasped.

“Yes.”

“You don’t mind?”

“That my wife is such a hot little temptress that just the sight of her makes me want to come?”

“Yes.”

His finger dragged along the sensitive crease where her buttock met her thigh before sliding inward, the move enhanced by the juices coating her thighs.

“Not a bit. Tempt away.”

His finger circled her clit with the barest of touches. She took it as an incentive, riding the wave of pleasure that he drew from her with each delicious circle of his finger. Wanting to give him the same pleasure that he gave her, she waved her ass at him like a cat in heat, letting him see what he did to her, hoping he liked it, wanting to be the kind of lover he deserved.

“Son of a bitch.” The curse came out a hoarse parody of Clint’s normally soothing drawl. The smile that rose from deep within shocked her as much as it delighted her. She was a temptress, because only a temptress could bring a sound that tortured, that delighted from a man’s lips. From Clint McKinnely’s lips. She pushed back with her arms, reaching for him with her ass. His fingers slid off her clit, but that didn’t matter, because she found something better. The broad head of his cock nudged her thigh.

“Is this what you want, Jenna?” Clint asked.

The head moved up until it settled against the pad of her pussy. He had to be holding it with his hand. His cock was too long, the head too heavy to stand on its own. He shifted. The rim behind the head caught on her clit, plucking it gently.

She closed her eyes and threw her head back as the sensation charged through her. Oh yes. That was definitely what she wanted.

“Yes.”

“Good. because it’s what I want, too.” He pressed the head of his thick cock against her clit, pushing it up into her vulva, holding it against her so tightly that she felt the heavy throb of his pulse vibrating down her engorged clit. She bit her lip and bent her knees. Wanting more.

She almost cried when he pulled away. She tried to close her thighs, but he slipped along the well-juiced flesh with no resistance.

“Shhh, baby.” His hand patted her ass. “We’ll get back to that, but there’s something I’ve been dreaming about all morning that I want to get to.”

What could be better than what they were doing now?

She didn’t have to wait long to find out.

There was a soft thud and then the moist heat of his breath on her starving pussy.

“A little wider, Sunshine.” The order was emphasized by his palms on the insides of her thighs. She shifted her grip and her feet until she was braced to the side of the stairs.

“I can’t go any further.”

“That’ll do.” His tongue lapped the juices on the inside of her thighs.

“Damn, you’re sweet.”

She looked between her legs to see him running his tongue over his lips, savoring her taste. His gaze, blacker than night with the emotions riding him, met hers. She closed her eyes as mortification and lust rolled over her, but nothing could block the memory of his expression, the desire stamped on the lean, chiseled features, the lust burning inside him, the openness with which he showed her his desire. Not as though it was something dirty, but something to cherish. As if it was a…gift, she realized. She opened her eyes.

“Clint?”

“What?”

He nipped the inside of her thigh. She jerked. He steadied her with his hands as she gasped, “I need to say this.”

His tongue tapped at the seam of her labia, wiggling between the soft nether lips.

“No one’s stopping you.” He breathed the words against her. The reverberations shivered up her spine.

He was. Who could talk with that insidious tongue vibrating against her?

He turned beneath her. “Bend your knees.”

As soon as she did Clint slid his massive shoulders through as he leaned back on the stair under her. His mouth was even with her groin. He looked up at her as he cupped her buttocks in his big hands.

“Sit back on my hands.”

“I’m okay.”

“Your leg’s hurting.”

It was, but how could he know? “I’m all right”

“Sit back, Jenna.”

“I’m too heavy.”

“Sit back.”

She did, eyes closed, keeping most of her weight on her hands, gingerly giving him just a tiny fraction of it. Enough to satisfy him.

She was wrong. “All of it, Sunshine.”

“You can’t—”

“I can.” There was no hesitation in his voice or his expression. He expected complete obedience.

She gave it, expecting his arms to buckle. Instead, he didn’t even seem to notice, merely humming in satisfaction as he tilted his head in and pressed a kiss at the top of her pussy.

“Now, what did you want to tell me?”