Rocky Mountain Romance (Six Pack Ranch) (26 page)

He brought her arm above her head and pinned it to the mattress. A moment later he had her other hand in the same position, fixing her in place.

“I like that you want to burn off your energy without knocking someone’s head off,” he said, his voice gone low and husky. “And you’re so fucking sexy when you’re pissed off.”

She rocked her body hard, slamming her torso into his. “I don’t feel like your cock is inside me. Or am I missing something?”

Her insult hit the mark. His eyes flashed then he had her flipped over on the mattress, pinned in place with a hand at the back of her neck and his legs over her thighs. “I’d wash your mouth out with soap, but there’s another punishment that suits foul-mouthed little girls.”

She struggled briefly, but it was no use. She could’ve been strapped down and had concrete poured over her for all the good wiggling did. “You gonna spank me?”

He lifted her hips in the air and reached under her to undo her jeans. “Damn right I am.”

Suddenly the anger twisted, and the fire inside her turned to anticipation. “Shit.”

He had her jeans peeled away in a flash, her underwear as well and then he was back over her. The course fabric of his jeans pressed against her naked skin as he laid his weight upon her and put his lips close to her ear. “You want me to stop?”

The question came out as a whisper. Gentle in comparison to how harsh and commanding he’d spoken a moment earlier. “Hell, no.”

He caught hold of her earlobe and nipped, sending another shot of lust through her. “You tell me to stop, and I will, but if you want to burn for a while, I can take it.”

Burn? She was on fire just thinking about it. “If I want you to stop what you’re doing, I’ll call you Stephen. Boring, old-fashioned, very
vanilla
Stephen.”

He chuckled. “Damn, you are evil.”

Then he wasn’t laughing anymore. He was over her like an avenging angel, dragging her into the position he wanted, with her legs hanging from the bed, her butt balanced on the very edge.

His hands swept over her backside, shoving her T-shirt out of the way. She was about to offer to strip it off when his palm made contact with her ass and speaking became impossible. The sound and the pain hit at the same moment, and she gasped, centering on this new thing.

When he brought his hand down again, it wasn’t necessarily the sensation on her ass that turned her on, but the fact he had her totally under his control. She tried to move and was blocked. She tried to buck him off, wiggling her feet toward the floor in an attempt to rear upward.

Her endeavour earned another laugh and another series of hard, quick slaps against where her thigh and butt met. The sensitive place was so close to her pussy that the strike sent shock waves through her core.

Her butt tingled, and she found it difficult to draw a full breath of air when he moved behind her, his legs on either side of her thighs. His zipper opened, the rasp of the metal loud in the room, and she glanced over her shoulder to see him pull out his cock. The thick shaft thrust from his jeans, then she couldn’t see anymore as he lifted her hips in the air. He caught her under the thighs and pushed her legs open as wide as they would go.

Precariously balanced on her arms with her hips in the air, she waited for the moment when he’d drive his cock into her pussy.

When it happened it was without preamble. No warm up. No harsh thrusts. Just a steady push as he entered her body and drove the remaining air from her lungs.

“Oh God,
yes
.”

Then dammit if the bastard didn’t freeze. He sat there with her pinned in place like some freaky butterfly specimen. The thickness of his cock was impossible to ignore, spreading her wide, making her far too aware of his presence.

His grasp on her hips tightened as his fingers dug into her muscles. His thumbs like nails into her butt muscles. Melody squeezed around his cock, loving his reaction as she dragged a moan from his lips.

“Bad girl.” He smacked his palm against her right ass cheek.

It wasn’t just the way he held her immobile, but everything about the way he touched her. His fingers danced over her skin, the light brush a sharp contrast to a moment later when he scraped his nails over sensitized nerves. She wiggled, trying to get him to move, but it was impossible.

“Damn you, Steve. I said fuck me.”

“You asked for it.”

And finally,
finally
, he delivered.

He pulled back so every inch of her felt every inch of him. She expected him to drive forward in a rush, thrusting deep, but instead he moved like molasses twice, three times—four. He repeated the slow rocking motion until she thought she’d go mad.

Then he slid a finger between her cheeks, pausing to play with the sensitive spot.

Oh, damn.

“I want to take you here,” he said.

It wasn’t a confession, and it wasn’t a question, and when he lowered her to the bed and stepped away for a moment, Melody debated snatching up her things and racing from the room.

The other part of her wanted to get right back into position and let him do his worst.

He returned while she was in the middle of rolling over, his dark gaze taking in her half-naked body, and the T-shirt now bunched around her chest.

“Going somewhere?” he asked, tossing a bottle of lube onto the bed beside her.

Melody scrambled back on the bed, and he went straight after her. Trapping her under his body and kissing her madly. His body connected with her naked skin from the waist down. It felt oddly humbling to be so vulnerable.

He pressed up on his hands to stare into her eyes. His breathing as erratic as hers. “Yes?”

She quivered under him. “I’ve never done that before,” she admitted.

His nostrils flared as he took a deep breath. “Then I’ll make it good for you, sweetheart. I’ll make it really good.”

He kissed her, this time a gentle touch like a morning breeze. While he caressed her lips, his fingers were busy at work, stripping away the shirt from her body, and undoing her bra until she was bare and vulnerable, completely at his mercy.

His shirt came off as well, flying into the corner of the room, but her eyes stayed pinned to his torso. To the beautiful muscles flexing as he rid himself of his jeans before leaning down to press a kiss over her heart.

The next ten minutes were all about sensation as he licked and sucked, his hands moving over her, pinching with his fingers until her nipples were rock solid and her breathing was ragged.

Farther down he moved, butterfly kisses flitting over her skin to her belly button. One hand skimmed over her until his fingers dipped between her folds to tease her clit.

And then his mouth was between her legs, his hands cupping the backs of her knees as he lifted her thighs apart and proceeded to blow her mind. Sensations built in one wicked rush until her entire body tightened with pleasure, and she called out his name.

But he didn’t stop, driving her past the point where she might have been able to relax, her body sated with pleasure. He alternated tickling her clit with his clever tongue and sucking lightly as one finger stroked into her pussy. Then two fingers, easing in and out far too gently to make her come.

He was between her legs, her body twitching every time he hit the right spot, when his fingers moved lower. Circling, taunting. Out of nowhere extra moisture trickled between her cheeks, and the next time he put his mouth over her clit, he pressed one finger into her butt, spearing her on the thick digit.

It was the strangest sensation, not at all unpleasant. Especially not when combined with a rapidly approaching climax. Melody clutched her knees and held them out of the way, tilting her pelvis in a clear indication she enjoyed what he was doing.

And what he was doing was shoving her off the cliff. This orgasm hit hard and quick, her body pulsing, butt squeezing around his finger.

He groaned in approval. “You’re going to be so damn tight.”

She glanced down to see him staring at her, the fire she’d felt in her soul earlier transferred into his gaze.

Wicked hot, white hot.

He wiped his mouth with his hand as he continued to ease lube into her ass.

“Is it good?” he asked.

Melody took a moment to consider the new sensations, but she could honestly answer yes. “It feels weird. Not at all like when you go in my pussy, but it’s good.”

Every bit of her was warmed up and ready, and when he stood and stared down at her, she found it difficult to muster any embarrassment at the position she was in. She lay flat on her back with her knees held wide, offering a personal invitation for his incredible body to sink in deep.

He fisted his cock, moisture glistening over its length as he covered himself with lube. The entire time, though, his eyes never lost focus, never moved away from hers—as if she were the only thing in his world.

He knelt at the edge of the bed, staring into her soul. The tip of his cock pressed to her hole with enough steady pressure she knew he was there.

“Tell me,” he said. “Tell me if you need anything.”

Melody clutched her knees harder, breathing out as he pushed his hips forward. For the first moment she didn’t think anything was going to happen, and then his cock broke through her resistance.

“Oh my
word
.”

He froze. “Sweetheart?”

It sure the hell didn’t feel like having his cock in her pussy, but she didn’t want him to stop either. “Go really,
really
slow, okay?”

Steve nodded, dropping a hand between her legs and pressing his thumb over her clit. For a few minutes he didn’t do anything except play with her, and the longer he teased, the less it felt as if she were being invaded, and more as if she was holding back from experiencing something incredible.

She caught his gaze and nodded, her breathing picking up again. “A little more.”

The next couple minutes he showed so much control, using such small movements it had to be driving him mad. After half a dozen infinitely careful rocks, it was as if he’d flipped a switch inside her. No longer was she waiting for pleasure to arrive. It rushed over her, a cool, electrifying sensation that seemed out of place, and yet so perfect.

She slipped her fingers under his and took control of her clit. “I need more,” she demanded.

He lowered his hands to her hips, and pulled back an inch before sinking all the way in, bumping their groins together.

His eyes rolled back in his head. “Fuck, that feels good.”

Without any lying on her part, Melody could agree with him. More than agree—she was close to another orgasm. “It feels
really
good.”

Slowly at first then faster, Steve pulled back before thrusting forward, opening her and controlling her. The only things she could do were dance her fingers over her clit with her right hand, and clutch the bed sheets with her left.

They were caught up in the moments before the end. The fire that had burned her earlier now centralized in her ass and pussy as he drove his cock into her. His finesse vanished as the grip on her hips tightened, and he hauled her back onto him, each motion harder.

Each more perfect.

Between breathing in to say his name and getting the word out, the orgasm surprised her. Stole her breath as everything tightened in her lower body. Steve shouted, and she could imagine why as her ass clamped down on his cock like a fist.

Then they were both shuddering with their release, her fingers falling away as she caught hold of his shoulders. He held himself over her. Cock buried in her body, intimately together.

Completely connected.

After the shaking was done, after Steve had taken her to the shower and they’d washed each other with soap bubbles until they couldn’t stand it any longer… After he dried her off so tenderly her throat began to tighten with emotion…

After all that, he curled himself around her in the bed, their naked bodies spooned together as their breathing settled.

He brushed hair from her face as he nuzzled his chin against her neck. “You feel better?”

Melody had to think hard to remember what he was asking. And then it didn’t matter what had brought her there. Not anymore.

“I feel great,” she admitted.

She cupped the back of his head and offered her lips for a gentle good-night kiss.

Chapter Eighteen

Steve pushed through the door at the hardware store, the small bell overhead chiming softly and turning attention toward him. Conversation stalled among the three men at the counter as they glanced his way, one of them looking damn guilty before turning his back and pretending to make a big show of paying his bill.

His sister’s words came to mind—Anna had said people were talking.

Good thing Steve’s give-a-damn was broken. There was nothing going on between him and Melody to be ashamed of, and he certainly wasn’t ashamed of
her
, either.

“Steve.”

He faced Barry Ragan, offering the barest smile he could. The man rubbed him the wrong way, although he could never say why. “How’re you doing?”

“I was doing great until I got my bill from your girlfriend.”

Awesome
. Money complaints were a common thing to bitch about, but no way was Steve going to step in the middle of it.

“That’s always the toughest part,” he offered sympathetically. “We take care of our animals best we can, but when we need an expert, it costs.”

“Oh, hell, I don’t have any troubles paying for an expert. I have troubles paying for treatment that didn’t work because some little girl likes to pretend she knows what she’s doing.” Barry gave him a stern look. “You need to take some control over that woman. Get her involved in raising puppies or something that doesn’t interfere with our livelihoods.”

For fucks’ sake.
Steve lost all patience with the man.

“Sure. How about I just get her pregnant? I could keep her barefoot and in the kitchen so she can spend the day chasing after my rug rats and not bother you any longer with her five years plus of veterinary training.”