Promises Prevail (The Promise Series) (55 page)

She couldn’t see him, but she didn’t need to. The sheer weight was impressive. His cock rested on her hands, jerking and twitching with need. Every inch of his heavy shaft burned into her memory. The roping of veins under the silky smooth flesh. The hardness covered with velvet, ending in the flared head with its cushiony resistance. She ran a fingertip around that intriguing softness. He pulsed with life and promise. And if he was to be believed, only for her.

“You feel good in my hands.”

His laugh was choked. “Sunshine, I can’t begin to describe how good your soft little hands feel on me.”

“Do you like it when I do this?”

This was a gentle pumping motion.

His hips bucked, giving her a little more to play with.

“Yes.”

“Then I’ll do it again.”

He laughed, his head angling back, strands of hair brushing her face.

“What happened to my shy little sunbeam?”

“She’s coming out of her shell.”

“About damned time.”

Even though he couldn’t feel it, she kissed his back. He made her feel so special.

“Twist a little on the upstroke baby,” he ordered.

“Like this?” she asked, setting the suggestion to action.

He jerked as if shot, his head arched back and then fell forward. His hands came down on the pommel, gripping hard.

“Son of a bitch, just…like…that.”

She did it again and again, picking up speed as moisture leaked down the shaft, smoothing it back into his flesh as she planed his mood though the surface of his cock. Smoothing out his rough edges, taking away the hardness and giving him what she could.

“Baby, I’m going to come.”

“Not yet.”

“It’s not like you’re giving me much choice.”

“Oh,” she hadn’t realized she could control the pace. She gentled her approach, matching her rhythm to the slow, easy gait of the horse, drawing his cock up and out on the forward stroke, bringing it down and back on the downstroke. He fought her, punching up in short jabs, trying to get the speed back, but she snuggled into his back and kept to her own pace. This was her gift. She’d deliver it how she wanted.

“Are you trying to kill me?”

“I’m trying to pleasure you.” This time on the upstroke she cupped the tip in her palm. It overflowed the center like a big juicy plum, ripe to bursting. Moisture pooled in the well of her palm. She rubbed back onto the head in easy circles.

He groaned and shuddered. His cock surged against her palm. More silky moisture replaced the first. She scooped it up on her middle finger.

“Don’t look,” she whispered and she brought her hand back.

“At what?”

Before he could turn and see, she slipped her finger into her mouth, sucking it clean, letting his salty flavor spread through her mouth. Wanting this small part of him. When it was gone, she wanted more. More of his taste. His compliance. His acceptance. Heavens, she wanted him.

He turned in the saddle, catching her with her finger in her mouth, his eyes dropping to the sight, pausing before burning like black fire as they met hers.

“Did you like that little taste, Sunshine?”

With her cheeks so hot that she felt sure they’d catch fire, she whispered, “You weren’t supposed to see.”

He unbuttoned his coat and pushed it back, “Did you like it?”

She nodded. Her gaze locked on his cock as it rose from the V of his fly. Dark, throbbing, powerful, hungry. Her pussy swelled and clenched with anticipation. She took her finger out of her mouth and touched it to the tip, smiling as his cock danced.

“I like that.”

She ran her finger down the side, tracing the curve of the vein to the base.

“You do?”

She wiggled her finger under the tight material of his pants, reaching the soft skin at the top of his scrotum before the material cut off access.

“Oh yes.”

He grunted as she scraped gently with the edge of her nail.

“I like touching you, too.”

“I know.” She pulled her finger free, retracing her path back to the moist tip. “It’s one of my favorite things about you.”

He cocked an eyebrow at her in that half-play, half-serious way that made her want to smile.

“All men want to touch a beautiful woman. It’s not a reason for finding favor.”

She leaned her cheek against his arm. “I know.”

That he found her beautiful was a miracle she couldn’t get over.

She closed her fist around him. He arched into her touch. She tested his readiness with a squeeze. He bucked and pre-come dribbled over her hand.

“But I like being able to give to you.” She opened her fingers, letting the silken fluid pool on the edge of her palm. He caught her hand in his, holding her tight against him.

“Look at me, Sunshine.”

She did. All play was gone from his face. He was still aroused, but he was serious too. “Be careful you don’t give me more than you can spare.”

“You’re always taking care of me.”

He shook his head, his hair rustling across his coat.

“I’m warning you. When it comes to you, I’m a starving man.”

“I’m not afraid of you.”

“You should be.”

She pumped him through her fist, knowing he was close to coming from the way his cock hardened to steel and throbbed.

“I can’t be.” She squeezed him until his breath hissed between his teeth and his cock jerked in her grip before whispering, “I love you.”

She watched his face as her words threw him over the edge, his teeth gritted against the agony of sensation jerking his body. His eyes closed as he moaned deep in his throat, and in her hand, his big cock pulsed jet after jet of his hot come. She let it spill over her fingers, washing her in his seed, his pleasure, marking her as his. She pulled a handkerchief from her pocket, catching the excess. She milked him gently, watching as another spurt welled, feeling his shudder all the way to her soul. Oh, she liked him like this. Open to her, nothing held back, letting her in further than he ever had before, seemingly vulnerable. Though no man as tough as Clint could ever truly be vulnerable, she enjoyed the illusion.

A bead of fluid lingered on the broad head. She curled her finger around it. His moan as she stole that bit of seed sent a thrill of hot desire to her womb. She looked straight into his slitted eyes as she lapped it off her finger. His body jerked again and his lip lifted as a growl emanated from deep in his chest.

“Come here.”

His arm curved behind her shoulders pulling her around until she sat across his thighs.

Clint turned her face up and kissed her hard, nipping her lower lip when she didn’t immediately open for him. Kissing her deeply when she did, as always opening herself to his needs. Goddamn, she was too generous. She’d give him everything if he asked for it, no holds barred. A man who had a woman like that had a treasure, but he’d have to guard her very carefully, place the limits for her that she couldn’t. He hugged her tightly.

“I’m not like this with anyone else.” The confession floated upwards on a puff of frosted breath. Though he probably wasn’t meant to hear the hint of fear in her voice, he did. She worried way too much.

He shifted her higher in his arms, resting his chin on the top of her head, breathing deeply of the scent of roses and contentment.

“I know you, Sunshine. I may not know where you’ve been, but I know who you are, and you’re mine. You’ve always been mine.”

He accepted that now. He didn’t know why, but he wasn’t fighting it anymore. Danny growled beside him. He followed the dog’s lead, looking across the field. A lone rider approached.

He reached for his rifle.

“Sunshine, button me back up. We’ve got company.”

He held the rifle clear as she knifed upright, her breath coming in short gasps, her hands soft and shaking as she eased his semi hard cock back under his coat. She couldn’t get him back in his pants, and her breathing grew almost desperate.

“That’s fine. Leave it like that.” The rider was too far away to make out features, but he didn’t recognize the horse. He kicked his foot free of the stirrup. Clint kept his voice calm, as he urged Jenna around.

“Now turn and put your foot in the stirrup and get back up behind me.”

“But—”

“No buts. Just do it.” If it came to a confrontation he wanted his body between hers and any bullets.

As soon as she was settled he motioned to his side. “Take the revolver out of my holster.”

There was a long hesitation in which she didn’t move. “Now, Jenna.”

She did, following his orders, shaking so badly he was afraid she’d fall off.

“You’re not going to need it. It’s just a precaution.”

“I don’t know how to shoot.”

The rider came closer. He wasn’t getting any more familiar.

“Nothing to it. Cock the hammer, aim for the chest, and pull the trigger.”

“I can’t.”

Danny growled again. Clint levered a round into the repeater’s chamber, resting the barrel on his thigh pointing at the stranger.

“If I go down, you start firing and don’t stop until the chambers are empty.”

“Oh God, you can’t go down.” She spread her palms over his chest as if to shield him. The muzzle of the revolver pressed up into his chin.

He moved it aside. “It’s not in my plans for the evening.”

“You have plans?”

He squinted against the sun.

“Big plans.”

There was something familiar about the rider now.

“They start with stripping you naked and end with my tongue buried in your pussy.”

“How can you think about that at a time like this?”

He had news for her. “With you for a wife, it’s a wonder I think of anything else.”

If he wasn’t mistaken that lump boring into his spine was her forehead and she was grinding it back and forth.

“Please be careful.”

“I won’t let anything happen to you.”

“I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

The fierce whisper sent his heart to pounding and slipped beneath the familiar cold anticipation of battle.

“Then I guess we’ll just have to keep this encounter friendly.”

Which might be easier than he thought as he recognized the rider. Mark Dougherty wasn’t his favorite person, but he didn’t think their meeting would come to a killing event. Nevertheless, he didn’t lower the rifle.

“You can probably relax. It’s Eloise’s brother. He’s not anyone’s favorite, but I don’t think he’s a danger.”

If a body discounted the rumors that he’d taken up with a gang of no-goods and started down a bad road.