Untamed: (Heath & Violet) (Beg For It) (22 page)

“But the kind of show
Violet’s talking about? I could see that being a good thing for
Watson.”

A smile broke out over
Violet’s face like sunshine through the clouds. People started
applauding and a few hollered out cheers. People wanted this here in
Watson. And who knew, maybe they should?

The vote passed soon
after, a clear majority sounding out loud and clear. The good people
of Watson, Vermont offered up their town on a plate to the Fame!
Network to film their next hit reality show
Hot
Off the Grid
.

Violet

Kissing, pulling at
each other, grasping hair and jackets, laughing and gasping, Heath
and I tumbled into his cabin after the town hall meeting.

“That went—” I
started to say something about the forum, maybe thank him for his
words of support, but what I did was lunge at him like a new vampire
so I could run my tongue along his incredibly strong, corded neck.

“Yeah, you—” he
cut himself off, too, cupping my ass with his hands and walking me
over to the nearest wall where he crushed me between his huge body
and the wooden planks. I didn’t mind being made into a sandwich at
all. What a way to go. I wrapped my legs around his thighs and ground
against him, my hands up roaming his shoulders, his hair, his neck
again. Maybe I was turning into a vampire? I’d never wanted to suck
and bite someone so badly.

“I meant to…”
Heath fumbled with words as he let go for a moment to fumble with his
jeans, unbuttoning them and pulling them roughly down. “I should
have mentioned—” He pulled off his shirt and my mouth about
dropped open. Seriously. I’d seen that chest bare many times now
but it made me come apart at the seams every time. I’d been on
movie sets and let me just tell you, those actors might look good on
screen but in person they rarely measured up.

Heath? He was the real
deal and then some. I reached up to touch because how could I not? He
was like a work of art and a naughty one at that. Heath went to work
on my jeans, pulling them apart, down and off with minimal
assistance. Like a superhero, I tell you.

He ripped my panties
right off. That was like the second or third pair.

“Maybe I should just
stop wearing them,” I giggled, running my hands along his insanely
delicious abs.

“Now you’re
talking,” he agreed, taking my breasts into his large hands and
caressing them. “But what I meant to talk to you about—”

I couldn’t help it, I
bit his shoulder because it was a like a nice, ripe apple only bigger
than a regular apple, more like a freaking watermelon and he
completely made me lose my mind.

“Fuck,” he groaned,
pressing me back into the wall again, his hands opening me up,
pushing my thighs apart.

I reached my hands out,
one grasping his cock, one against the wall to steady myself for his
assault. I couldn’t wait.

“No condom,” he
grit out.

My eyes opened. “What?”

“Are you protected?”
he asked, his bare cock right there at my entrance. It looked so
huge, veins bulging along its length, so ready for action.

“Yes!” I gasped. I
was on birth control, but my partners always used condoms, too, that
was part of the deal. It had never seemed like a burden before. Now,
with his bare cock right there bulging and about to impale me, I
wanted nothing between us so badly I could barely see straight.

“I’m clean,” he
assured me. “I meant to talk with you about this before…when we
weren’t…”

I groaned, hitting my
head against the wall. Too much talking, not enough fucking. I needed
him up inside of me and the thought of feeling him come deep in me,
pulsing out into my core nearly made me orgasm on the spot.

“I’m good. Fuck me
bare!” I cried out, not able to take any more of this.

“Are you sure?” he
asked and I nearly hit him with something, only I would have had to
leave his side to get something and there was no way in hell I was
going to do that.

“Please, Heath,” I
begged, shameless. He brought his swollen crown to my slick entrance.

“God, this is going
to feel so good,” he groaned, and I nearly passed out. Until he
finally eased himself in, pushing in past my entrance as I cried out
in intense ecstasy. An orgasm tore through me as he filled me
completely, his bare cock directly in my pussy, sliding in my wet
walls, claiming me with nothing between us.

He closed his eyes and
stayed completely still while I came, clawing at him like a wild
animal.

“You make it hard,”
he grit out, finally opening his eyes as I clung to him, panting.
“But this is so good I’m going to make this last.”

True to his word, he
fucked me nice and long up against that wall, thrusting into me again
and again, using his cock to drill me until I screamed and gasped and
begged for it all over again. The feel of him, so massive, supporting
my weight with his hands, holding me right there at exactly the right
angle to fuck me, kept me completely hostage. I never wanted it to
end. Until I could feel it build up in him, tense, his breathing
rough and jagged. His balls full as he slapped into me over and over.
He needed to come.

“Are you going to
come in me?” I breathed, so excited, feeling another orgasm waiting
to engulf me.

“You want my come?”
he asked, holding my thighs apart with his huge hands as he fucked me
relentlessly.

“Yes!” I cried out,
already imagining how good it would feel. And then I didn’t have to
imagine any more. He shot out his full, hot load like a fucking
firehose, right into me and without the barrier, without a layer
between us. It was the most intense orgasm I’d ever had. I felt
like we were so intimately connected as I could feel each shudder and
thrust from him. My body milked him, clutching at him, holding him
inside, welcoming every last drop.

Just as I was about to
collapse, he picked me up and carried me over to the bed. I don’t
remember falling asleep. My last thought was a crazy one. I wished I
wasn’t on birth control. That way maybe I could get pregnant and
have this big mountain man’s baby.

The next morning, I
opened my eyes to his bedroom in his cabin. It had high, vaulted
ceilings with exposed beams and a window above the bed, then a wall
with three giant windows overlooking the woods and valley below. I
felt him stir next to me and wondered if he’d been up a while,
holding me while I slept.

I turned to him and
smiled. “Morning.”

“Morning, gorgeous.”
The sexy smile on him, his bed head messing with his dark, unruly
hair, if I hadn’t already been a complete goner, that would have
pushed me over the top. It was just the icing on the cake that he
made me feel beautiful right when I woke up, no makeup, no hairstyle.
I couldn’t help but beam at him.

“You woke up happy
this morning,” he observed.

“Yeah,” I agreed.
“I was just thinking how incredible your cabin is.” I gestured up
at the ceiling. “It’s so gorgeous. How long did it take you to
build it?”

“The foundation…”
He paused as he thought about it. “I worked with a few guys to dig
and pour. That took about a month. Then the framing went up quick, a
few weeks. Then the roof a few more. And the rest…” He looked
around, as if taking a tally. “The rest I’m still working on.”

“You are?” I
surveyed the room. It looked done to me. And perfect. The wood looked
so warm. I didn’t know anything about why, but I guessed it had
something to do with the type of wood he’d chosen and then how it
was stained. It looked natural without looking rough.

“You picked such a
great spot,” I marveled, turning to gaze out the windows at the
trees and mountains far in the distance. He was up on a hill and from
his bedroom window you could even see a glimpse of the Mad River
winding its way through the woods, along the road.

“Is that the covered
bridge?” I asked, pointing over to the corner. It looked like a
flash of barn red, but I couldn’t be sure.

“Yup,” he agreed,
wrapping a large arm around and pulling me close. I sighed, melting
into him. There was something about the feel of us together. It was
like the difference between a dinner that was tasty and a dinner
during which you could barely talk because the food tasted so good.
It was hard to explain exactly what it was, what made everything
click. I guessed it was called chemistry, but I’d gotten a D in
chemistry in high school. But even if I’d gotten an A, I didn’t
think there’d be an easy explanation, why our two parts summed up
to a perfect whole.

“You still dying to
get out of this town?” he asked me, lying along my backside. A
simple enough question, but there was a lot to it.

“I’ll probably have
to head back to L.A. later this week,” I admitted. Now that we’d
gotten the green light from the town, our boss would definitely want
to see some preliminary footage. Sam and I would need to stand up and
give our big pitch, wow them with our early take on
Hot
Off the Grid
.

“But if they decide
to film here, maybe I can come back.” I turned to face him again,
lying on the pillow and looking up at his handsome face.

“You want to come
back to Watson?” he asked, half teasing but half something more.
Was it hopeful? Seeing the vulnerability in this big, gruff mountain
man made me love him even more.

Wait, love? Had I just
had that thought? Wow.

“I want to see you
some more,” I ventured, feeling shy but wanting to put it out
there. You never got what you wanted unless you tried. And I wanted
Heath. Not just right now in my bed but more.

“I want to see you
more, too.” He lowered his lips to mine, kissing me first gently,
then with more intensity.

Breathless, I added,
“I’m not sure how we’ll figure it out. All the logistics.”

He smiled and licked my
ear, his teeth nipping my sensitive lobe. “I don’t think we have
to figure all that out right now, Violet. We have other more pressing
needs.”

He ground his huge,
hard cock into my side. I groaned at the feel, his urgent size,
swollen and ready. He filled me so completely when he was in me, it
filled every part of me, my body, my mind, I lost myself entirely to
the pleasure.

“Yes,” I moaned,
reaching down and circling his cock with my hand, surrendering my
attempts to plan for the future. I was so used to nailing down the
ins-and-outs of contracts. Much better to get nailed in and out.

“You sore from last
night?” he asked, his fingers brushing between my legs, slowly
coaxing them apart. When his thick index finger found my slick clit,
I closed my eyes and moaned. It took so little from him. My entire
body sang to his touch. Maybe it was like muscle memory. My body
instinctively knew how good he could make me feel and it got all
ready to go the second the possibility presented itself.

I turned and brushed my
breasts against his chest, wanting to get closer. He felt so good
against me, so hard and strong. In his arms, I felt so safe, as if
he’d protect me like a superhero. Only I didn’t want him to get
too protective.

As I slid my hand along
the hard length of his cock, he gave a sharp intake of his breath.
His cock was so warm and thick. I licked my lips.

“I want you inside me
again,” I murmured, leaning in to kiss his chest.

Before I knew what was
happening, he flipped me over, bringing a pillow underneath my hips.
He positioned me on top of it, my bare breasts pushed down onto the
mattress, my ass up in the air. Caressing my buttocks, he spread my
legs wide, his fingers working magic, building heat deep into my
core.

Drawing a finger along
my slick, exposed pussy, he asked, “you want me to fuck you,
Violet?”

“Mmm,” I groaned,
leaning into him. At this rate, he’d have me coming before he even
entered me.

“You wait to come
now, baby,” he told me and I bit my lip in frustration. I knew he
liked to build it up, make me pant and whine and beg for my orgasms.
And he always delivered, always gave me more than I’d even
bargained for. But it was difficult to wait.

“Are you going to
wait?” he asked, as he leaned down and gave me a slow lick. Damn,
if he hadn’t told me to hold out I would have come apart right
then, let myself release and come right onto his big, pressing
tongue. He’d love it, too, he always sucked and ate my orgasms like
I was the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted.

But he’d told me to
wait. I clenched the sheets in my fists and groaned with the effort.
My pussy quivered and I could feel myself dripping as he licked and
sucked and made it even more difficult for me.

“Are you ready?” I
couldn’t see him, but I just knew he was grinning wickedly, knowing
what he was putting me through.

“Yes!” I groaned.
“Heath, please!”

“That’s good,” he
praised me and thank God I could hear him moving up, closer to me,
positioning himself at my entrance. I whimpered with excitement. It
hurt a bit at first, as his tip pushed me open wide, but then as he
slid into me the burn turned into so much more. Taking him in every
inch made me gasp, my eyes and mouth wide open. It was almost more
than I could take, shocking. I had to work to take him, but something
about that made it even more erotic.

“You’re so tight,”
he exclaimed, starting to move, his hands on my hips, holding me
right where he wanted me. I moaned and grabbed the sheets, trying to
hold on. I knew he’d take me for a ride.

“Grab onto the bed
post, baby,” he told me. “You need to hold onto something. I’m
going to fuck you good.”

I groaned and dripped
with need and somehow found the presence of mind to look up and reach
out. He was right, I could grab the bed post, and I anchored myself
as he started driving into me harder. I screamed as he hit into me
deep, banging into my swollen clit, getting right at my slick, sticky
center, right where I needed him. I trembled and shook, my hand
clutching the post as he used me, relentless, like an animal.