Redneck Romeo: A Red Hot Valentine Story (3 page)

Nick gripped her hips in his large hands and lifted her to
sit on the edge of the table. His mouth pressed hot against her inner thigh,
his hands spreading her legs for his kisses, moving too slowly toward her pussy
as his tongue drew patterns along her skin.

“Nick, yes, please.” She wanted to grab his hair, drag him
in, but she let the sweetness of the moment ease her tension. When his lips
found her opening and he sucked her pussy lips into his mouth, an explosion of
heat shot from her core up her spine, flaring in her brain like a Roman candle.

“You taste amazing. Like honey and musk.”

Her head lolled on her neck, her entire body tingled, hot and
itchy for more.

When his tongue traced upward along her lips, she shook with
delight. And when he sucked her clit into his mouth and tickled it with his
tongue, a blast of pleasure from her core raced through her body and into her
head with a flash of climax that sent her spiraling out of control.

“Yes, Genevieve, come.”

She could hear him coaxing her higher, could feel his finger
sliding into her channel, his tongue working magic on her clit. As she absorbed
each sensation, her mind reeled off into darkness. Red flashes exploded behind
her eyelids as flames raced through her, blazing at each nerve ending. Her body
heated until she screamed his name and slipped from consciousness for long
seconds.

His kisses slowed and, after a moment, he pulled her into his
arms.

The spinning and the heat receded, leaving her without
muscle, without strength, but more satisfied than she’d ever been.

Her head lay against his chest. His soft hair tickled her
lips and she kissed his pecs as her breathing returned to normal and the
whirling in her head slowed to a muzzy blur. “Nick, that was wild.”

He kissed the top of her head. “Thank you for giving me
that, Genny.”

She tipped her head back, looking into his beautiful eyes.
“You’re amazing, cowboy.”

He slid his thumb softly along her cheek. “You used to call
me a redneck.” He kissed where his thumb had been.

“I remember. You’d blush so hard whenever we kissed, your
whole head looked like a sugar beet.” She traced her hands over his shoulders,
down his arms, and along his sides. “You’re not blushing now?”

“Uh uh.”

She slipped her fingers into his waistband. “Now?” She gave
him a naughty smile.

“Nope.” His voice was calm, but his eyes were intensely
sensual, his jaw tight as he visibly held on to his control.

Her fingers brushed toward the front of his jeans,
connecting softly with the hot bulge behind his zipper. “Now?”

He nodded. “Yeah, now.”

As Nick reached down and undid his belt, Genevieve jumped in
and pushed aside his big, warm hands. Her fingers fumbled a little as she
worked to unbutton his jeans. She’d imagined this moment so many times, the
reality felt almost like a dream.

She tugged down his zipper as he pulled his wallet out of
his pocket and removed a condom packet from it.

“That confirms it.” She grinned. “Only Romeos carry a condom
in their wallets.” She shoved and his jeans dropped to the floor, puddling
around his booted feet.

In his gray boxer briefs, his cock stood hard and long, the
wet spot on the material proving his level of arousal. “That’s me.” Hobbled, he
shuffled close, between her legs. “Redneck Romeo.”

Through the haze of her lust, her heart quickened with
memories. “I wanted to try out for the high school play that fall.”

“You would have made a wonderful Juliet.” His big hands
cupped her breasts.

That summer, Nick had boosted her up onto a tree limb as
she’d read over the lines of the balcony scene a dozen times, making him read
Romeo’s lines from her script book.

Their gazes locked, sweet memories colliding with the pain
of lost years. “You were the perfect Romeo.” Regret choked the breath from her.

“We have some catching up to do, don’t we.” His soft words
echoed the grief in his eyes. His trip through their past was quickly replaced
with a sensual smile and a devilish leer. “Let’s start with this.” His hands
moved to her ass and lifted her against the hard swell of cock.

The heat of his body seared her mound and she held his
shoulders and circled her hips, pressing closer. “Take me, Nick.” She couldn’t
bear another minute without him inside her.

His breath hitched as he set her on the table.

She reached down and tugged his briefs over his erection and
down to his knees. “Oh, yeah.” Genny’s lips were so close to his cock, she
could take a lick. “You’ve grown up a lot.”

He laughed but stepped back and sheathed himself with the
condom. “Wish I could play a little more, but goddamn, I can’t hold back.”
Wrapping one arm around her, he leaned forward, grasped his hard cock in his
hand, and slid into her slick channel with one long thrust.

He groaned as she stretched to take his length and thickness
deep inside, the fullness spreading heat and lightning shocks through her core.
“Nick, yes, all of you.”

He pushed himself in a little farther, tipping her backward,
bracing them both with one arm. His soft chest hair brushed against her
breasts, tightening her nipples and sending sparks of pleasure down into her
pussy.

“God, Genny, you don’t know how long I’ve wanted this.” His
lips found the sweet spot under her ear and sucked as he withdrew from her, slowly,
torturously sensual. Then he plunged back in, deeper, until his hipbones hit
her thighs.

The surge of pure bliss nearly sent her flying. She clung to
his shoulders to keep from soaring backward over that cliff.

His hips worked in a primal beat, sliding his hard shaft out
of her clenching channel, and driving it back in, the movement picking up speed
with each thrust. “You’re like a dream that’s come to life for me.”

As his kisses worked along her neck to spread tingles and
shivers, his words worked deep into her soul, soothing the rough edges and
making her want everything he offered.

“Woman, you’re tight and hot. And so damn slick, I can’t
hang on much longer.” Her fingernails dug into his shoulders and she wrapped
her legs around his hips, urging him forward. His body shook. “Aw jeez, it’s
gonna be embarrassing, how fast I come.”

“Fast is good for me, Nick.” She turned her head, taking her
turn kissing him on the neck, her tongue tasting his salty flesh, her nostrils
picking up his male scent mixed with the pine soap he used. “Hot,” she
whispered. His skin scorched her lips and tongue. Deep in her core, shivers of
lust rolled and swelled, swamping her belly and racing up her spine. “I’m
there, too, Romeo. Now. Take me with you.”

He growled and bit the skin on her shoulder, his hips
working faster, pistoning his thick staff into her quivering pussy.

Genevieve’s hips tipped up, her ass tightened, and sparks
burst inside her brain. She rode with him, sliding her nipples across his
chest, grinding her clit shamelessly against his pubic bone, the coarse hair
around his cock abrading her tight nub in shocks of wicked pleasure.

“Genny!” He shouted as his body jerked, his hips rammed hard
and recklessly, filling her as her channel squeezed and convulsed around his
cock.

Her mind popped into a frenzy of white light, her body
exploding from within as electricity zapped each cell, shimmering along her
skin in bursts of goosebumps. Never had her body responded, her mind ignited,
or her skin sparked the way it did with him.

He jerked and shuddered again, mumbling curses that
punctuated his climax.

Her descent into reality slid her like a slow drop of water
down a windowpane until she became aware again—of his arm tight around her, his
body quivering, the arm that propped them up shaking. “Nick.” She brushed soft
kisses against his jaw. “So perfect.”

Sucking in a breath, he touched his lips to hers. “You’re
unreal. If I’d known we’d be this good…” He tipped his head back and looked at
her with eyes darkened with passion. “I would never have given up searching for
you.”

Her throat swelled with the sweetness his words stirred.
“Maybe it was meant to be
this
way.” She didn’t want to presume he was
looking for more from her, but she needed to open her heart, let him know what
she hoped for. “We’ve grown and found our own paths, but maybe meeting
again…like this…was how it was fated to be.”

Pulling his length from inside her, he sat her up and
wrapped both arms around her. He looked down into her eyes. “Our paths crossed
again because they were meant to?”

She nodded, then grimaced. “I did mention I teach
philosophy, you know. But you were staring at my lips by that time.”

He tipped his head back and laughed. “You noticed that,
huh?” He kissed her on the tip of her nose. “You’ve always been a deep
thinker.” His smile left his face. “Me, I’m just a cowboy who knows something’s
been missing from his life.” He shook his head. “Is it too soon to ask you to
stay here?”

Excitement filled her until she feared she’d squeal like a
teenager if she didn’t recover her composure. She looked around. “Here? In your
kitchen?”

He chuckled. “I do have a bedroom.” He glanced out the
screen door, and she followed his gaze. “Jeez. Not much of a gentleman, am I.”
He brushed his hand down the length of her hair. “Anyone could have come to the
door.”

The image brought heat to her cheeks. “Thankfully we’re
alone, and those evil dogs aren’t staring in the door.”

“They wouldn’t have hurt you. If you’d given them something
from the fridge, they’d have been your friends for life.”

“Friends for life.” She let the irony sink in. “It feels
almost like that with you, Nick. Like our friendship took a hiatus, and could
almost pick up right where we left off.”

“Halfway through that Shakespeare play?” He picked her up
off the table and set her on her feet in front of him. “I still have that
playbook. We could recreate the scene down by the lake if…” His face went
serious. “Stay with me, Genny. For as long as you’re in town. Stay, and let’s
see what happens between us.”

Joy spread through her, warm and sweet. She would willingly
rearrange her life for this man. Words wouldn’t come, so she nodded.

“Yee-haw!” He lifted her and tried to turn a circle, but got
caught up in his jeans at his ankles. “Hang on.” He stepped back and had his
boots, socks, and clothes in a pile beside him in seconds.

He dealt with the condom, then, completely naked, swooped
her up into his arms and held her against his chest. “Remember that bedroom I
was talking about?”

****

Nick held Genevieve in his arms, the feel of her warm skin
against his nearly making him want to howl his claim on her. He took long
strides out of the kitchen, along the hallway, and into his big bedroom. He
hoped she liked it.

When his parents had moved, he’d claimed their bedroom,
expanded it, and added a fancy bathroom that his overnight lady guests seemed
to like.

Her gaze, though, never strayed from his face. Her lids
drooped over eyes that had darkened to a stormy blue.

A flood of heat engorged his cock, sending it jutting from
his body. “Genny.” He set her on her feet but held her tight against him, his
hard shaft pressing into her soft, warm belly. “This time, I promise it’ll be
slow and sweet, the way I always wanted you.

Her hands traced the contours of his biceps, along his
chest, and down his ribs.

The slide of her fingers sent warm pulses racing through his
bloodstream.

She licked her lips. “First, there’s something I want to
taste.” Staring at him, she lowered herself to her knees.

“Aw, fu...” His balls tightened and a spurt of pre-cum eased
out of his slit. “You don’t have to.” Shit, he’d said that to her eleven years
ago, when she asked to touch him ‘down there.’ How did he reconcile the girl
she was then to the woman she was now?

“I crave a taste of you.” She puckered her lips and kissed
the top of his knob. “You’re not going to deny me, are you? After you had your
fill of me?”

He’d never get his fill of her. When her tongue wiggled at
his slit, a roar of lust sped along his spine from his groin to his brain. All
thoughts of the past fled and he stared into the beautiful face of the woman
who’d stolen his heart. “Yeah, taste me.”

She smiled as she licked him, licked another drop of cum
from his head, licked along the ridge of his knob, then down the bottom vein
and up the side.

“Amazing.” He couldn’t see straight, his hips tightened,
wanting to pump, and he had to clench his hands to keep from grabbing her hair
and pushing into her mouth.

“You’re not a very patient man, are you.” Genny’s hands
rested on his thighs as she looked up at him.

“Eleven years is a goddamn long time to wait.”

She laughed, then took pity on him and sucked his head into
her hot mouth.

As electric shocks skittered from his cock to his balls and
along his backbone, he threaded his fingers in her hair. “Feels good. Don’t
stop yet.”

She backed away and let his cock drop from her lips. “Yet?”
Thankfully, she came forward again and drew him into her mouth. Her tongue
licked a circle around his head, teasing and pushing him closer to climax.

“I don’t want to come yet. I want to make love to you.”

With a sexy hum, she sent vibrations through his cock.

Nick’s brain clicked off and his head dropped forward. “No.”
He had to be inside her sweet pussy. Using every last functioning brain cell,
he eased his cock out of her mouth and knelt in front of her. “Let me love you,
Genevieve.”

The soft smile that curved her lips and the mellow
expression in her eyes told him he’d said the right thing.

Wrapping his arms around her, he slid a hand down to the
curve of her ass, then lower, cupping the firm globe.

She surprised him by doing the same to him. “Your ass is the
sexiest cowboy butt I’ve ever seen.”

He resisted the jealous urge to ask her how many cowboy
asses she’d seen. “You’ve got the sweetest tush in Texas.”

Her head dropped back with her laughter. “And knowing Texas
the way I do, there’s probably a contest for that, too. Miss Sweet Tush.”

Nick’s heart thudded at her laughter. He hadn’t heard it in
so damn long, and now he had her here in his home. “Ain’t no one going to be
judging this beauty, but me.” He squeezed both her ass cheeks in his hands,
pulling her bare mound onto his turgid cock.

“No.” Her smile left her face. “There’s no one else.”

Her words shot through him like a stray bullet.
No one
else
. He’d like to keep it that way, even if he had to beg.

In one swift movement, he stood, picked her up, and laid her
on the bed. “You’re beautiful.” He grabbed a condom packet from the nightstand
drawer then lay next to her, caressing her thigh, feeling goosebumps pebble on
her skin.

She cupped his cheek. “You’re beautiful.” Her brows drew
together as she looked into his eyes. “You’ve become a kind, honest, thoughtful
man.” She drew in a shaky breath. “The way you handled the home intrusion
earlier, like a gentleman.” She grinned. “You didn’t sic the dogs on me.”

He would have handled it a hell of a lot differently if it
had been a man in his house, instead of a gorgeous blonde. “You could’ve just
shipped it here. The gun.” Yet, she’d shown up here on Valentine’s Day. “Sent
it by courier, or something.” He pushed a lock of her hair from her cheek. “Why
did you bring it yourself?”

Glancing away, she shrugged one shoulder. “I think I hoped
to run into you.” Her gaze met his. “Somewhere in the back of my mind, I wanted
to see you again.” A tiny wrinkle formed between her brows. “Even if it meant
you’d see exactly how unscrupulous my father was.”

That was a lot of deep psychology for two naked people to be
diving into. “I’m just glad you’re here.” He rolled her onto her side so her
breasts pressed against his chest, her nipples poking sensually into his skin.
“Let’s save the talking part for later.”

Her hand skimmed along his side to rest on his hip. “Best
idea I’ve ever heard.”

Nick’s cock filled with blood, flying full mast again.
Leaning forward, he touched his lips to hers. “I have to feel you under me, to
hold you here.”

With a soft moan, she returned the kiss, her tongue tracing
the curve of his upper lip. “I want that. Want you to make me yours.”

Rolling them, he lay half on top of her. His tongue taking
possession of her mouth, playing with hers, slowly licking the roof of her
mouth, tracing along her teeth, tickling the insides of her cheeks. Waves of
heat rolled through his body, his muscles tensed, and his groin ached for
release. But he could kiss her for hours to make up for all those lost years.