Uninhibited in Apple Trail, Arkansas - Volume 2 (14 page)

“You whimper. You cry. You get choked. You arch and your legs twitch against mine. Your hips rock into me hard enough I’m about to come in my shorts. Your head falls back and your lips thrust up. You are a sexy woman, Rebecca and not because of some damn rumors I’ve never heard of before. It’s all you. So yeah,
shh
and let me hear you. Listening to you get hot for me is one of the best things I’ve ever heard in my life.”

“I—”

His mouth took hers again, silencing her for good and she was gone. Lost. His hand moved down her, past her breast and reached between them. The course pads of his fingers surely touched every nerve ending of her body.

His hands slipped under the elastic of her bottoms and she wanted and craved him there as he angled his body up to allow room for his hand to move deeper. His fingertips reached in and curled up inside for good that time and she pressed against him, wanting and needing more.

She held tight to his shoulders and dropped her head back, no longer able to hold herself up. His lips caressed over her neck, licking, nibbling, sucking and soothing as he moved and she cried out his name.

He rewarded her with a deeper stroke of his fingers sliding along her seam. She groaned. His teeth nipped her harder and she got the idea.

She lifted her hips, stroked her hands down his body and she heard him.

His growl whispered in her ear. He stroked her rougher, his palm pressed firmly against her and she moved against him. She was so close. A little more, a small touch, something. She just needed a little more of something.

“Grant,” she cried out on a harsh breath and that did it.

He moved to her breast and nipped the side of her before sucking her hard in his mouth and that was the last of her. She unwound, exploded, came apart. Withering in need beneath him, she was wonderfully trapped as he continued to suck her breasts and curve his fingers inside her, stroking her hard and deep.

She gasped for air, seeming to never get enough, even though she heaved lung fulls.

He pushed hair from her face, pulled a strand from her mouth and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. “Am I hurting you?”

“No.” Her pulse slowed. Thought returned to her empty, fuzzy-happy mind. “You’re warm.”

“Are you cold?”

She nodded, then shook her head. “I don’t know. I don’t think so. You’re just warmer than me.”

He laughed and rolled off her. She reached for him as all the heat was ripped away, but he scooted up behind her and she was thankful for the beach blanket sized towel as he slid an arm under her head.

“Thank you.”

He rubbed from her thigh to ribs and back down again. “Anytime.”

She laughed. “Same here.”

He continued to stroke her and the all night ride to Apple Trail, the full day yesterday, her restless night of sleep spent thinking of him and now today all caught up to her and she softened, falling against him and unable to miss the very strong erection at her back.

Still running on the high of a moment ago, getting what she’d always wanted, she wiggled against him, but he caught her hip, stilling her. “Don’t.”

“I want to.” She reached behind her, only to have him grab her hand.

He stroked his thumbs across her knuckles. “No.”

She glanced over her shoulder.

“Don’t look at me like that.” He looked a whole lot pathetic and pleading.

“Why not? I want to.”

“Not yet. I haven’t earned it.”

She laughed. “Oh, but you have.”

He shook his head, remaining serious as he moved her hand back around to the front of her. He released her hand against her stomach. “No.”

He went back to stroking her side and her eyes got heavy. A smile tugged at her cheeks as she fell against him, heavy blackness softened the edges of her mind. “If you say so, Babycakes.”

Chapter Eight

Grant was in a frying pan, he shifted and moved, trying to escape the lung-sucking wet heat that was everywhere and he startled awake to see he had been asleep in the afternoon sun beaming down. Dark clouds hovered in the distance and it wasn’t going to be long before the pretty day turned into a rainy one. Rebecca, still topless, now groaned as he moved and she rolled, tucking against his side.

He lay there for a moment, feeling the heat, the softness. The sweet, flower scented summer breeze. Smelling the still water of the pond and hearing the birds just a few feet away in the trees. The ground was firm under his back, but not uncomfortably hard. He had so much to do, lists to make of things he needed to do, but he just didn’t feel like getting up because this was nice. It was nice because Rebecca was tucked against his side, totally relaxed and softly snoring and he didn’t want to get up.

How many times had he done something like this? Just wasted the afternoon doing…literally nothing.

Never, that’s how often. All that was fixing to change. Once his brothers got here and the oil wells started producing, and he knew they would, he was going to slow down for life. Simple math and history on the place said they would, they
had
to so he could have more lazy sunny afternoons with a beautiful woman against his side.

Rebecca stretched and rolled onto her back. Still topless, her tits thrusts up as she pushed her arms over head, arched her back and stretched her legs all the way down to pointed toes.

He groaned and got up before rolling on top of her with his hard-as-a-spike cock. He meant what he said. He was going to take this slow with her. Or, he was going to attempt to try his very best. Watching her roll and twist to her belly until she was propped up on her elbows and staring at him, it was going to be hard as hell, but he was going to enjoy the moment when he could have her. Soon, after he got to know her more.

This afternoon had surprised him. He would have never guessed the revelation from her had been coming. And he’d enjoyed every last damn minute of watching her, listening to her. She was one hell of a woman. He’d known it from the start she was something different, but she just went up to this whole new level of
woman
. She wasn’t just this handy piece of ass anymore.

What do you know, all that mind stuff inside the body was actually interesting.

She glanced up toward the sun which was hovering near thick black clouds moving in close. “Looks like we’ll be finishing that tour tomorrow.”

He zipped his jeans. “Actually, I’m going to get the drive trimmed back so I can get a bulldozer in here and make the road first.”

“Didn’t like my driving?”

He laughed. “I could do without the drive through the creek, but the welder can’t get where I need the gates until there’s a road for him.”

She nodded and sat up, her arm going across her chest and covering her breasts as she reached for her top. It seemed pointless, but he turned around, pretending to dig through his sack to give her privacy.

Then he smiled to himself. That was a first. Granted, this was the first time he’d really come up against a girl wanting privacy after what they’d done. The modesty seemed a bit ridiculous, especially considering he’d been sleeping with his hand cupped on one of her tits nearly the whole time, but if that’s what she wanted. He was getting this nice guy routine down, asking questions and talking and getting to know a girl before getting to the physical. The slowdown and new pace was nice. Aside from his hard dick begging twenty-four/seven to fuck her for the next few hours, he could get used to this.

She stopped at his side and opened her ice chest. Sandwiches in baggies were on top and she tossed him one, then dug out a water. “I’m starving.”

He tore open the bag. “Sex in the afternoon followed by a nap will do that to you.”

Her cheeks burnt red as she bit into her sandwich. Thick swallows passed down the column of her throat and he went hard as a rock again…or, just harder, because he was still firm from waking up with her. He climbed on the four wheeler so he couldn’t pull her against him. For the moment.

She put her water aside. “Tell me something about you Grant.”

Something...well, he started to object, but this was what he was supposed to do. Talk. Instead of following his raging desire and setting her on his lap, he was supposed to talk. “What do you want to know?”

She stared at her sandwich for a moment and then met his gaze. “If you don’t want to answer, it’s fine, but what happened to your mom?”

His raging blood stopped and he sighed. “Breast cancer. She was fine. Few months later she wasn’t.”

The teasing curves of her eyes softened. “Were you close?”

“Decently enough. More so toward the end. She hid it from me. From us all. She had friends who helped her with treatment, got her things on bad days. She’d lost weight, but mom was always chasing one diet or another and exercising off and on. The wig looked real. For three years she hid it.” He hung his head, still not understanding.

Rebecca stepped closer and put her hand on his arm. “I’m sure she only wanted to protect you from it.”

He shook his head. “Three years I could have gotten to know her like I got to know her in those last two months. And I hate she was that good of a liar to keep in me in the dark so I couldn’t have had more time with her. I hate that it took her dying for me to drop my own shit to be there.”

She put her head on his shoulder and wrapped her arm around his back. “You can’t blame yourself for what you didn’t know.”

“My brothers are all I have left and I’m not going to have this happen a second time. I need there to be oil in this ground to get them here. If not, I’m going to have to drag their asses here and tie them off to a stake in the front yard. They’re coming and they’re going to stay. We’re going to be a family and settle down.”

She kissed him on the cheek and then climbed on in front of him. “There will be oil here.”

He smiled at her for her surety. But there was no guarantee. Should be and would be were two completely different things. And he’d tested holes before that should have had oil, but didn’t.

She stowed away their trash, started the four-wheeler, and backtracked through the trail she’d used to get them there. As they got closer, the skies were getting darker, and not because the sun was going down. In the distance, a sheet of gray streaked the sky, saying rain was definitely on the way. She turned the four-wheeler down the trails and back into the creek. He wrapped tight to her again, lifting his feet on the fenders and having her completely tucked against him. She was just easy to hold. Cuddly.

Her head lifted up and then she turned over her shoulder. “I’m not sure we’re going to make it.”

“Afraid of a little rain?”

She laughed. “Not really, but I can’t get in my brother’s truck on those cloth seats while wet or he’ll skin me.”

That was easily solved. He flattened his hand to her stomach and pulled her back until her ass was firm on his hard cock. Her curves stroked his length and robbed his breath. She hit a bump, bringing her against him, sending jolts of pleasure to curl through his gut. He was only a man, after all. “I don’t mind you wet in my tent.”

He couldn’t see her face, but he felt her shudder slink through her whole body. He shouldn’t be going there, was likely losing good guy points by the second, but he’d been hard since yesterday morning. It was a damn miracle he’d made it this long with her all but in his lap on this four-wheeler for the better of the day…and the other part, nearly naked against him.

Besides, he’d talked about his
feelings.
It wasn’t like all was lost on his attempt to be good and get to know her mind first. He wrapped both arms around her waist, the sound of her breath hitching slid through his pounding hot blood.

God yes. He should have done this yesterday.

His hands slid up her waist and he cupped her breasts. She mashed the peddle on the four wheeler and tires slung cool water to rain down all over them. The sweeping curve of her neck was right there. The lobe of her ear just barely hidden by tiny hairs curling at her nape. He closed his mouth over her there, kissed up to her ear and pulled her lobe in his mouth.

Thunder cracked and she shrieked. “I can’t go faster with you doing that to me.”

He chuckled and reached down her arms, moving her hands and taking the handlebars. He floored the gas and the rain thundered down, drenching them where the tires weren’t spraying. She laughed and ducked her head, turning her face against his chest.

He spun around two turns, the four wheeler sliding and sending sheets of mud to coat across his back. The wind whipped her ponytail up and slapped it against his neck.

She screamed and reached back, sticking her fingers in his the waist of his jeans. “Just ahead is the way out!”

He nodded, already seeing the tracks left from where they’d gone in. He slowed and eased out the ditch and followed the path from that morning until he was parked in front of his tent and cut the engine.

He grabbed the base of her shirt and stripped it over head, tossing it on the front rack. “I said wet was fine, not muddy.”

She stood, her ass back in his face like before and this time he didn’t wait. He grabbed her by the hips and held her in place as he leaned forward and kissed the dent of her lower back. Her head dropped, the tip of her ponytail scraped across his head. So smooth. The skin soft. Chills coated her and he grinned. Sensitive, too.

Rain continued to pour down, but he held her there as he reached around and flipped open the buttons of her shorts and lowered her zipper. The shorts dropped, but caught on her hips. He stroked up her thighs. His fingers wrapped around and dipped under the denim and grazed the curves of her juicy ass.

Water streamed down her back, funneling down her spine and dripping into the cleft of her ass. He leaned forward and licked her lower back once again, drinking the sweet water from her skin.

She twisted, turning to look over her shoulder. “Grant.”

He looked up into two large pools of bright blue eyes. “Do you know how much I love your ass and thighs?”

She blinked.

He cupped her hips. “I do. They’re built for holding.” He dragged his hands down. “You have legs made for wrapping around and holding me by the waist. Strong. Firm.”

She raised her brows at that.

“You think I’m lying? These are legs, baby. Curvy.”

She swallowed. “I think if I didn’t already want to strip your clothes off, I really do now.”

He grinned, glad to hear the tease in her voice. He got off the four-wheeler. “Get to it.”

Water dropped from the tip of her nose. Rain plastered her dark hair to shiny black against her neck like he’d wanted to see since he first laid his eyes on her. She got off the four wheeler and kicked her shorts aside.

She didn’t waste time, thank God, and grabbed his shirt and stripped it off, tossing it across the four wheeler seat. Lightning streaked again and she started and got to work on his jeans. Thunder cracked and he pushed her hands off.

“In the tent.”

She tugged her swimsuit strings loose, both parts dropped to the ground, leaving her naked. He stood, frozen and watched as she turned and bent to unzip his tent door, her naked ass up in the air and just begging for his hands. Thunder pounded and shook him. He kicked off his boots and shoved the last of his clothes down his legs as she dove inside. “There’s a towel to your right.”

He stepped through the small flap and zipped it back, but nearly lost his breath when he turned around. She was on her hands and knees on his sleeping bag, her ass to him and he couldn’t
not
touch her. He grabbed her by the hips and leaned over, kissed down her spin. His underwear, which he was really regretting not taking the time to remove, was the only thing keeping his hard cock from grinding against her bare ass.

Her back curved, her ass turned up pressed against him. “Oh, God.”

He wrapped around her slim waist and slipped his fingers between her thighs, parted her wet and swollen center. “What do you think?”

She squeezed her thighs around his hand. “That I’m about to fall over.”

He laughed and pushed forward, sliding her hands over his pillow until she was stretched out before him on her belly, her hands stretched over head and palms flat down. A dessert waiting for him to devour. She started to roll, but he put a hand to her shoulder and held her down. “No, stay.”

He bent and pressed his mouth to her back, kissed over her shoulders and licked the new chills covering her. Rain pelted the plastic, wind shook the outside. Scents of cool, clean and crisp air coated her skin and they were trapped for the length of this summer, late afternoon storm. And she was all his.

All. His.

He shouldn’t. This wasn’t his goal or future. He was supposed to be looking at a woman for the long haul. He stroked his finger down the sweep of her spine. He wasn’t supposed to be appreciating the turn of her lower back, the swells of her ass or how she twitched under his light touch.

Shouldn’t be caring that when he dropped the back of his hand down her inner thigh, she arched and moaned. That her legs parted and her sweet center opened for the tips of his fingers to smear the wetness waiting his entrance. The scent of her sex curled through the air, overpowered the rain and drowned him around her body and what he’d like to do with it.