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  She rubbed herself tighter to his leg and started rubbing against him, while her hands and mouth drove him insane. Sensory overload. He lost it. Completely lost it. His cock was plunging in too deep but she was wild, loving it, lost to him, and he was lost to her. His balls drew up, tingled, and blazed with the need to come. “So good, so fucking good. Coming, baby. Suck it down. Swallow it.” Unable to stop himself, he shoved against that wicked tongue. His climax burst along his body like a runaway train. All he could feel was his body tensing and exploding in pleasure as she sucked and swallowed, deepening the sensations for him until he thought his head might explode.

  “Ah, fuck, yeah, that’s my wild girl. So good. You feel so good.”

  She dug her nails into his thighs, trembling against his leg. A groan dragged out of him. His body tensed once more, gushing another blast of cum against her tongue. He could barely stay upright, but he locked his knees and pulled her off his cock and up against him, frantically kissing her swollen lips. He tasted himself, but the flavour mixed with hers and caused a shot of lust to blossom in his chest.

  “Russell.” Her voice sounded dreamy. Hot. Sated. Happy.

  “Damn, baby, that was—” He broke off when she circled his neck and covered his mouth with her hand.

  “Russell—dirty, sexy talk is one thing, but cussing all the time?”

  He couldn’t have stopped the laugh if he’d tried. Miss Prim and Proper, all of a sudden, when just moments ago she’d nearly blinded him from the blow job she’d given him.

  “Baby, you have no idea how dirty I can get.”

  “Ohh—I like it when you get dirty, Russell. I like you wild. Just not jealous.”

  Rearing up, he gave her the look that deserved. Pure male arrogance. “I wasn’t jealous, because you’re smart enough not to give me a reason to be.”

  Her swollen lips tugged up in that smile he loved. Blue eyes danced, and he knew she was going to challenge that dumbass statement. “Ohh—Russell, you’re so manly when you threaten me like that.”

  Hell. Her sing-song little teasing voice was going to get her spanked, and hell if she wouldn’t like it, too. He pulled her tight and picked her up, tossing her down on the bed and landing on top of her before she could react. He covered her surprised smile with more kisses. She wrapped her legs around him, but he reached around and gave her a light spank that made her eyes widen.

  “Oh, Russell, is that all you can do?”

  “Baby, you want me to spank you? Be very sure, sweetheart, because once I get started you’re going to be begging for me to let you come, begging for release from the high I’ll take you to.”

  One pretty little brow rose in challenge. His dick, of course, swelled to full steam. And how fucking much cum did one man possess?

  “Is that a threat? Or a promise?” She rubbed noses with him.

  Leaning down, he held himself up with one hand near her head and kissed a path over her flushed cheeks to her lips. “Ah, God, I want you in my bed. I want you so damn bad in my bed.”

  “Why your bed?” She rubbed her lips over the bristles on his jaw before placing wet little kisses on his neck. She bit him along the cords of his neck, sucking the spot lightly before moving up to lick his throat and behind his ear. All the while, her breasts were pressed into his chest and her long, silk-encased legs were rubbing his sides. Could a man die from such fantasies come to life?

  Shifting her, Russell pushed inside with a long, deep drive of his hips. They both groaned.

  “Russell, you’re so thick and big. I can feel you so deep. Feel you pulsing,” she whispered, her voice husky and hot. “Deep inside—it’s like you’re touching my soul.”

  That did things to him. Her soul. “I can’t get enough of you, Susan. It’s not this,”—he pressed himself deeper—“not only this. I want much more, Susan.”

  She froze and wouldn’t meet his eyes. Something in his chest tightened. She slowly traced her fingers over his skin, her body suddenly a lot more tense. Pulling back, he watched her avoiding his eyes and tried to see if what he’d said had caused her to clam up. Susan was difficult to crack and sometimes, like now, he wished he could read her mind.

  “More? What kind of more?” she asked softly. Almost whispered. Did she sound hopeful?

  He brushed her hair back with a hand and wrapped a long lock of it around his fist, tugging until she was closer and looking at him.

  “Can’t you tell? I want you. You. I marked you, didn’t I?” He traced the dark pink strawberry he’d left on her neck, loving that his mark was there for all to see. When he looked up at her face, she frowned at him.

  “Marked me? I’m not a cow, Russell—you know, that you brand.”

  He laughed. “No, baby, you’re not. But I’ve been dying these last four days. And not just for this.” He shoved up, holding her curvy hips in place so he could seat himself more firmly in her core. He rolled onto his back, and her eyes shuttered to half-mast. The tension in her body melted under his hands. Ah, she liked that. Her breasts were heavy, swollen and dark pink-tipped from him sucking them. He lifted his shoulder off the bed and licked around one swollen nipple. “I want this. All of it.” Smoothing his hand up her hip, he lingered over her tiny waist before moving on to cup her breast. She smiled and lifted her chest, giving him more to hold on to. Damn. The little valley between her breasts was so perfect. He licked along the seam before separating the plump mounds and kissing the middle of her chest. Her heart. He wanted that, but he couldn’t tell her that yet. Not yet.

  “Not this?” She moved up, resting her hands on his chest and lifted up on his cock, then slowly pressed back down. “Not that?”

  “Yeah, that. All of it. But you too, Sunshine. I’m not in for the quick lay, baby. Neither are you,” he added, thrusting up, giving her all of him to the hilt.

  She sucked in a breath, and her breasts quivered. Her inner sheath was so wet, now, from his cum, it was finally easier to sink in. Still tight, still so tight, but so silky wet he was nearing orgasm again already. “Watch us. Watch me fill you. Watch yourself fuck me.”

  “Make love, Russell. You fuck, I make love.” Her eyes darkened and she looked down, tilting her head to watch his cock spread her bare pussy for his possession. Dark hair swept over her shoulder and feathered against his skin. A rush of lust detonated in his stomach, spreading out to every inch of his body until his hair stood on end.

  “Fuck, Susan, yeah, make love to me, baby.” His dick was wet with her juice, the veins bulging thick under the skin, and with each downward stroke she spread wider for him. It was turning him on even more knowing she watched.

  “Oh, Russell… It’s… You’re so sexy,” she whispered.

  His heart swelled too big for his chest. “Oh, hell, baby, you’re sexy, Goddamn killing me sexy.” His voice was so husky he sounded like he’d swallowed glass.

  She shivered around his cock. She was close to coming, he knew it, felt her channel tighten, and his balls drew up tight. He fisted his hand until it cracked, the pain enough to hold back the need to take over until they both were drained. Susan was hot and tight and taking him so slowly he was going to die. But, God, he was going to enjoy it, because she was. He could feel the gush of her moisture as she watched. Her nipples tightened to pink points and her breathing turned erratic, her ribs showing with each indrawn, rapid breath. The pulse in her throat drew his attention and he lost himself to watching the flow under the delicate skin of her neck.

  “God, Russell, you’re so big, so many muscles. I want to lick every inch of you. Lick every muscle, bite down on them and hear you make that low groan.”

  He felt a rush of pre-cum wet his cock at her words. “Baby, you can do whatever you want to me. Anything at all.”

  “Oh, Russell… How, how do you fit me so good?” She moaned the last word as she rocked her hips down, encasing him fully in her tight, wet heat.

  Ah, God, he was going to come if she kept that up. Her voice was barely above a whisper
, but husky and sexy and sweet. She was lost in her arousal, so lost she was dipping forward and sucking on his chest, forcing him to take over.

  He did. He gripped her hips and lunged up with such force that she tossed her head back and gasped. That was all it took. His body seemed to guide him, thrusting urgently up, rubbing his pelvic bone over her little bud each time. Pleasure rushed him, flooded him with a frantic need to fuck her deep and hard. She needed to come, because he was holding on by his fingernails. When she began to shudder, he knew he’d hit her just right. Her teeth grazed his as she began sobbing and begging for more.

  A groan burst free from his throat. The agony of erotic pleasure was too much. He pulled her hips tighter to his and gave her short, firm strokes of his cock, over and over.

  “Russell! Please, again, again.”

  He brought his hand down, knowing what she wanted. One heavy caress on her lush ass, a deep, firmly placed thrust of his cock, and she sobbed out his name. He did it again and again. She began to tremble first, shivering around him as he increased his rhythm, dragging her pleasure out longer and higher until she drove back with her hips. Her nails scored his chest; her cries filled the air in between each little spank he landed on her lush ass.

  “Ah, baby, come for me. Take it, take it. I’m going to come for you, Susan. For you.”

  She clenched almost before his words were out of his mouth. Softly crying into his shoulder. She trembled against him and what power he had to hold back was ripped away like a Kleenex in a gale. Grabbing her hips, he pinned her in place and wildly thrust until his semen spurted in long, intense shots. Her muffled cry of his name signalled another climax rippling through her, but he was so far gone all he could do was hold her tight and gasp for air. When the world slowly surfaced, he found himself somehow on top of her, her legs tangled up with his as he collapsed.

  “Aw, fuck, baby…” He could barely manage to roll to the side and gather her close. She flung an arm over his chest, breathless and smiling. “Wild man.”

  He grinned. He was, for her. And fuck, she was wild as well. A man could die happy. He’d never known a woman like Susan existed. If he had? He’d have looked for her instead of rolling with the times, drifting through his life, the missions, the pain. The endless emptiness.

  “I missed you, Russell,” she murmured, so softly he barely heard her. But he did. Something tight eased in his chest. Loosened and warmed at her words.

  “I guess I might have missed you a bit, too.” He grunted a laugh when she smacked his chest, then rubbed the spot with her soft lips.

  “Brat.”

  He loved it when she gave him that ire-filled, feminine snort and a smack. He’d never allowed a woman—or man, that was for damn sure—to hit him, but this was different. It wasn’t painful. She did it to tease him, because one thing he’d learned watching Susan was that she knew he was dominant, knew he was aggressive and relished harassing him because of it.

  He should be upset. Worried, even. Instead he was getting deeper and deeper. He’d realised something on that roundup. He wanted Susan, not because she was beautiful, funny as hell, intelligent and made his dick hard enough to break concrete. He wanted Susan because she stood up to him in all his not-so-golden moments.

  He was a man. Add to that he was used to getting what he wanted, and telling everyone else what to do in order to get what he wanted, and yeah, he’d be tough for any woman to handle. He knew he couldn’t order a woman around, but if he didn’t have one telling him not to, well, he’d most likely scare the hell out of her. Because, yeah, basically he wanted someone who would tell him he was being an ass, argue with him, and then make up afterwards with some hot and heavy sex.

  Like they had.

  Against a wall, and still going strong.

  “Witch.”

  “Wild man.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  “Darling, come on up here.”

  Mara peeked up slowly, a frown marring her brow.

  “What is it, milý?”

  “Who was that woman, Eric?”

  Jealousy. Mara had shown signs of it early on, and it had never faded. She was always more aggressive in their loving when she was jealous. He was still pissed off that his mark had a SEAL as a boyfriend, but he could take his time with this hit. The woman may or may not be the mark. Better safe than offing someone who would only draw a SEAL to his ass.

  “Come here, you’ve got some details to take care of.”

  Mara frowned at him, which only made him harder. Instead of moving, she glanced at his lap and a slow smile tipped her pink lips.

  Ah, good, playful. Their past disagreement was behind them and she was all his now. Maybe the promise he’d made to let her visit her mother had helped. And the flowers he’d helped her pick out and send. All his plans were swimming along in perfect slow motion. His cock, on the other hand, was ready now. He needed constant attention from her, especially during a mission. The government had made him this way. He’d been unable to even function without jacking off two or three times a day while he was a sailor. The military had been an instrument of torture for a man with his needs.

  “You want me.”

  Bright aqua eyes met his, full of mischief. Ah, yes, he needed this teasing torture that only Mara could provide. She always knew what he needed.

  “Get down here and wrap that wicked mouth around my cock while I paddle your ass for making me wait.” He was gruff, teasing her with his harshness, and she blushed. He flexed his cock to watch her eyes turn warm and needy. She slowly licked her lips, her pink tongue peeking out to tease him.

  “Now, Mara. Now.”

  With a quick scramble she was there, kissing his jaw, hands busy with his fly, releasing him and then, heavenly relief, her mouth. She was a Goddess. His own Aphrodite.

  “That’s it. Move those legs over the middle here, that’s it, that’s it.” She settled in, her hands already busy, her mouth sucking on the head like he’d taught her. She worked him slow around the head, then down hard and quick before going back up. “Arch your butt up. I’m going to spank you good and hard.”

  She did. He shoved her little white skirt up and landed a blow right on one rounded cheek. As soon as he did, she began sucking him for real. Another smack on the flesh of the other cheek, then his hand was gripping her hair as he took over, smacking and spanking her as he told her how naughty she was, how wicked her mouth was. He turned the vibrating butt plug in her ass on. She arched, moaned, and he began spanking her harder, all over her bottom and thighs, moving up in his seat at the same time. He had to grip the back of her head to keep her from sucking him. He kept himself deep in her mouth and smacked her ass once more.

  “Come for me. Now.” Immediately, she moaned around his cock, and clenched her thighs together, her body quivering with an orgasm. He came then, too, long, hard and deep in her throat, not letting go of his death grip on her hair until she’d cleaned every inch of him off.

  “Make me hard again.” She did, sucking and slipping over his flaccid cock until he was full and swollen. He didn’t waste time. He grabbed her off his erection and tossed her, face first, over the console. Her ass was pink where he’d spanked her and the pink butt plug quivered with each of her breaths. With a growl he pulled the butt plug out and tossed it aside. Her ass was spread, round and ready for him. He smacked her on the soft flesh of her upper thighs and fisted his cock, watching her flesh darken with each well-earned smack. She moaned and tried to push back for more.

  “Ah, that’s it, that’s it.” He pinned her head down with a fist in her hair and mounted her, driving into her ass like he owned it. He did. It was his—clean, pure and all his. She screamed in pain. He rammed his cock in all the way to the root, then began a punishing fuck that had him coming in seconds.

  The job could wait. He was on his own, and no one told him when to satisfy his lusts. No one. He took her three more times before he pulled the truck out of the bush he’d hidden it in. By then, she was so ex
hausted she nestled her head on his lap, her hand limp on his crotch where he’d placed it, telling her she had an hour before he needed her again. Missions made his naturally high needs higher.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Lacey had the feeling that Major Russ Ryland was not here for woodcutting. They hadn’t got around to any of the fallen trees on her property before the roundup, and in the days after, the blissful days of sex and more sex, they’d not done much more than learn every inch of each other’s body.

  Oh, and in his bed, too. For over a week. It’d been fun. His nephew and uncle were out of town, so they’d had the place pretty much to themselves. Well, other than some hired hands that Russell didn’t even like in the same room with her, but other than that? They’d got along like they’d known each other for years, not weeks.

  He’d even backed off asking her questions. And, for Russell, that was a big deal, and she knew it. He liked answers, and he was used to getting them. It made her smile to remember how easily she could distract him from his mini-interrogations. Sometimes all it took was her biting her lip, giving him a stare like she wanted to lick him from top to bottom, and he’d get a glazed look on his face. Immediately, the third degree would end. Actually, conversation would end. For hours.

  Now they were back at her place, because she had a meeting in town tomorrow and he was going with her. She smiled, remembering that conversation. Or lack of conversation, since he’d grunted something male and all husky in her ear and talked dirty to her about getting a room in town for the night. And what he’d do to her when they got the room. Yep, her man was all about making her scream.

  Her man. She had to wonder if that wasn’t exactly what Russell Ryland wanted. She could have told him he had his target caught, tagged and claimed, but everything between them was so new, and, heck, it was a lot of fun just sitting next to him. Forget Lay’s potato chips—Russell put a whole new spin on that phrase ‘you can’t stop at just one’. It would have frightened her how often she wanted to have sex with him, if he hadn’t wanted her just as often.