Somethin' Dirty: Country Fever, Book 4 (9 page)

He gripped her outer thigh and hitched her leg high around his hip. Then he angled his cock right at her pussy.

She cried out as the rock-hard length battered her through barrier of jeans and sweatpants. And she couldn’t get enough of his big, bare chest. A faint spattering of hair coated his sculpted pecs. She ran her fingers through it.

“You’ve been tormenting me since that night in The Hellion,” he said. Through her shirt he pinched her nipple.

Need clawed at her inner walls. She dug her hands into his thick, dark hair and simply felt. Nashville couldn’t be farther from her right now, but she didn’t care about anything but giving and taking pleasure from this man.

He peeled her T-shirt and sweats off as if he were unwrapping a prize. The look on his face made her feel more beautiful than she’d ever felt in her life. When he stared down at her in only her cotton panties and sports bra, she drank in his rugged beauty.

Hair tumbled over his blazing eyes, but he didn’t bother to shake it free. She practically felt her skin tingle with excitement to feel his rough beard on her skin.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he grated out.

She reached for him, and he brought his hot chest atop hers. The kiss of skin ignited her. He moved one big hand up her torso, dragging her sports bra up and off. He sucked in a ragged breath before burying his face in her cleavage.

Her nipples pinched hard, and she arched upward, seeking release. “Rub against me. I want to feel your skin on my breasts.”

He lifted his head, a primal expression coating his features. Then very deliberately he braced himself on his arms and skimmed her tits with his chest. The warmth and sprinkle of chest hair teased her. Her eyes threatened to close with pleasure but she couldn’t stop looking at Griffin.

As he slowly rubbed up and down and back and forth, their gazes remained locked. Her pussy pulsated with need.

He slipped his hand between their bodies and cupped her mound through her panties. She wished for her sexiest lace or silk underwear. Her undergarments might be plain but her first encounter with Griffin was anything but.

Slipping one thick finger inside the elastic, he studied her face. “Don’t take your eyes off me. I want to watch the pleasure on your face.”

She sucked in a breath as he tunneled his hand into her panties, still moving maddeningly against her breasts. Her nipples were sharp peaks dragging over his chest. When he followed the slick seam of her pussy downward, Nola stopped breathing.

Something wild sparked in his eyes, and she knew he was barely restraining himself. His cock lay against her upper thighs, a hard, enticing ridge inside his jeans. She wanted to strip him, sink over him and take her pleasure.

He stroked her closed pussy lips over and over. The action created friction against her clit, which was trapped beneath. She moved restlessly, and he flashed a grin that almost stole her heart.

“You’ll get this on my terms.” He pinched her pussy lips together right over her clit, applying the perfect pressure to it. More cream oozed from her folds to wet his hand. His refusal to go right for the gold heightened her awareness.

She ran her hands over his spine, reveling in the contours made by hard work. So tough yet soft. A man who could easily heft a bale of hay yet cradle his fragile infant daughter.

He squeezed Nola’s nether lips around her clit again. The first sparks rolled through her system.
I’m going to come and he hasn’t even really touched me.

“Someday soon I’m going to spend all night tormenting you. But I can’t wait now. I’m taking this hot pussy.”

She shivered at his dark promise.

“Reach in my back pocket. Find my wallet. There’s a condom.” He surged upward so she could reach his ass.

She felt along the hard planes of his backside and found a bulky protrusion in his pocket. She hooked her fingers around an antenna and pulled out the baby monitor.

A huff of laughter escaped him—the sexiest sound she’d ever heard. She joined him, quaking with a silent giggle as she let the monitor slip to the carpet. Then she found his wallet in the opposite pocket.

She swallowed hard under his direct gaze and plucked the foil wrapper free of the bills.

“Get my cock out and put that on me, baby. I want to feel your hands.”

He leaned back on his knees just enough for her to do his bidding. She took her time, lingering over belt buckle, button and zipper. By the time she got to his boxers and reached for his throbbing shaft, she was crazy for him.

A bad-boy smirk claimed his lips. When she closed her fingers over his bare length, the smile twisted into a grimace of pleasure.

“Roll it on nice and slow. I like the build-up. The burn.”

Before now she hadn’t realized she did too. He shifted his weight, and she realized he was kicking off his boots. One thump then two. She stretched the condom over his straining purple head and slowly encased him in rubber.

His chest expanded around a deep breath. Was he fighting for control as much as she was? She wanted him to fill her—now.

He rolled off her and stood beside the sofa to strip off his jeans, underwear and socks. When he stood in full glory, she couldn’t stand it another minute.

She climbed off the sofa and hooked her thumbs in her panties.

“No.” His harsh order stopped her dead. Her heart pounded. “I’m in charge.” He dropped to his knees before her and snagged the cotton of her panties in his teeth. She threw her head back as his heated breath washed over her skin.

Inch by painstaking inch he removed her last garment. Then he spread her thighs with his big hands and drove his tongue right into her soaking pussy.

She clamped off a cry and tangled her fingers in his hair. He lapped her wet folds, then burrowed deep in her channel. After a few minutes, he pulled free and glided his tongue to the top. His avoidance of her clit was driving her nuts. She rocked forward to bring him closer to it, but he circled below the hard nubbin.

He swirled his tongue all around her.

“If you don’t lick my clit, I’m going to scream and wake up Lyric.”

Again that huff of laughter. She caught his grin, and the knot in her belly tightened.

“I’m in charge, remember?” He slipped two fingers right into her center. No teasing this time.

Her body clenched around him, and he groaned. Pumping in and out, he stroked her pussy with his tongue—everywhere except her needy clit. She lost herself to the pressure of his fingers deep in her body and the expert way he curled them in the right spot. No fumbling, inexperienced male. He knew what he wanted and how to get it.

The orgasm rushed her out of nowhere. Electricity rocketed through her system. Her pussy squeezed hard—then contracted madly around his fingers. He added a third finger, stretching her wider, and she came apart for another long, mind-blowing minute.

Breathing heavily, she rode the waves of her aftershocks. When had she last had an orgasm that intense? Had it ever happened before?

She cupped his face. He met her gaze and very deliberately licked her clit.

The soft, wet strum of his tongue over her aching bundle of nerves sent her soaring up the cliff of desire once more. But after a few laps of his tongue, he pulled back. He removed his fingers from her pussy and licked them clean.

She watched his tongue moving over his long digits and about came again.

“Lie down,” he ordered, eyes hazy with passion.

She stretched out on the sofa, and he lowered himself right between her thighs. His muscles bulged around her. When he kissed her, she sucked in a breath. Her flavor rode on his tongue, and suddenly it was the hottest thing she’d ever known.

“Wrap your legs around me as I enter you.” His voice was an untamed stallion running over her sensitive brain. He pressed his cock against her entrance.

She hooked her legs around his hips, and he entered her in one swift glide.

Again, no teasing. Just a man telling her what he wanted then taking it.

She shuddered at his invasion. His steely rod overfilled her, but damn, it felt amazing.

Griffin’s eyes darkened as he moved once. Twice. “Hell, this is gonna be over too fast.” A muscle ticked in the crease of his jaw.

Nola put her finger over it and surged up to kiss him. They came together in a clash of lips and bodies. He pounded her, and she bucked in return. He chased her tongue around her mouth, and she let him capture it.

Every ripple of muscle under her hands sent her flying higher. Just when she thought she couldn’t feel more and survive it, he sucked her nipple.

The pressure crested, held, and she came with a wild cry.

Chapter Six

Griffin’s balls clenched tight. His cock seemed to lengthen another fraction, and he burst. Come jetted into Nola’s tight sheath. He ground his teeth against a roar of bliss and clapped his hand over her mouth to keep her from making more noise.

He drove into her sweet body again and again. It had been too long since he’d lost himself so completely.

It scared the shit out of him.

He found her lips and swallowed her final coos of ecstasy. The pressure in his groin was eased, but dammit, his chest felt tighter than ever.

Sucking in a deep breath, he filled his head with her scent.
Can’t happen again. She’s too young. I can’t risk it.

But the thought of her never giving herself up to him again made him want to find some rope and tie her up in a neat little package to play with later.

He trailed his lips across hers, their noses brushing. Her flavors still danced in his head. A long time ago a song had materialized in his mind for Lyric’s mother, but the song belonged to his child. Still, something about the tender-eyed woman beneath him made him want to belt out the ballad.

Garbled baby-talk emitted from the monitor lying on the floor and the one on the coffee table.

Nola stiffened beneath him, and he smoothed a hand down her side. Dawn had rushed into the sky during their romp on the sofa, and Lyric would be wide awake, staring at her mobile and gearing up to whine for her bottle.

Griffin planted a kiss on Nola’s swollen lips. “I’ll get her.” Breaking free of her body caused him more distress than he cared to admit. She looked up at him, strawberry blonde hair curling over her breasts and her cheeks reddened from the scrape of his beard.

“Damn if I don’t like seeing my marks on you.” Before he could say more, he scooped up his clothes and headed for his room to dress.

Stupid. So fucking good, but stupid. He disposed of the condom and cleaned up, then dressed in fresh clothes.

The phone shrilled, and he snagged it from the nightstand just as Lyric broke into loud, furious cries from the other room.

His stomach bottomed out as he saw it was his ma calling. He tucked the phone against his shoulder and answered while fumbling to close his fly. “What’s up, Ma?”

“I’m not feeling too well this morning. I don’t know if I can go for the blood work.”

“What? No, that’s not how it works. When you don’t feel well, it probably means your blood counts are off and you need to have them checked. I’ll be over in…” He cast a look at the alarm clock, feeling the fatigue of the last hours slam him like a Mack truck. “Thirty minutes. I’ve got Nola here to take care of Lyric, but I lost a calf last night and have some things to take care of in the barn.”

His mother’s voice was weak, and Lyric’s rage drowned her words.

“Sit tight, Ma. I’ll be right over, okay? I’ll bring you coffee.” He hung up, chest throbbing with anxiety again. Too quickly the ease he’d felt from his stolen moments with Nola vanished.

From behind, he heard her footsteps and turned. She stood in the doorway, looking disheveled and ravishing. Hell, he wanted her right now. If not for a mess in the barn, his mother needing a doctor and Lyric’s hunger wails, Griffin would toss Nola into his bed and keep her there all day.

“Can you take care of Lyric?” He dug through his drawer for a pair of socks.

“That’s where I’m headed.”

Socks in hand, he strode to the gorgeous woman he could still taste on his lips. He branded her with a hard kiss. “Good. I’ll be back in a few hours. Taking Ma to the hospital for blood work.”

Nola’s eyes softened. He directed an errant piece of hair behind her ear then traced her lips with the fingers he’d used inside her. Her tongue darted out, and he groaned. With supreme effort, he straightened and patted her on the bottom to propel her toward the nursery.

“I’ll be back.”

“I’ll be wa— We’ll be here.” The softness in her eyes blew away like smoke, and once more he saw the drive in Nola. Maybe it was for Nashville. Unfortunately, he probably wasn’t misreading her.

One thing he was sure of—the ring she’d drawn around her future didn’t include him and a crying baby.

When he got to the barn, he found that Rick had cleaned up the birthing mess and given the cow fresh feed and hay. She lay on her side, resting but apparently in good health. The dead calf had been taken away.

As Griffin left the barn, his gaze snagged on a few things he needed to do. Not now. Next on the list was Ma.