Chapter Two

 

 

So, Eric noted as he drove up the twisty mountain road toward his ranch, yet another thing that was different in Montana. Picking up a woman. In L.A. it was all ritz and flash. Impressive, expensive liquor. Sliding her into the buttery leather seats of his Maserati. Zooming off into the glittery Hollywood night together. Ending up in his fancy glass house or in hers.

Not that he’d done that in about six years. Not since before… Nope. He wasn’t going to think about Brianne anymore tonight. Not while he had Lexi sitting shotgun in his truck, the windows rolled down and the velvety Montana sky looking so close and so far at the same time.

He watched as Lexi shifted in her seat, her fingers tapping out a rhythm on her leg. Her very pretty leg. Her very distracting leg. Eric whipped his eyes back to the road.

She was nervous, he could tell. And why wouldn’t she be? She’d just left civilization with a man she didn’t know. And now he was driving her up a mountain in the dead of night. He wanted to put her at ease.

“Best part’s coming up,” he told her and tried not to wince when she jumped at his sudden voice.

“What?”

“The best part of the drive to my ranch, it’s coming up in T minus five, four, three, two aaaaaand bam.” He fire-work-fluttered his hand as if he were presenting a magic trick as the car slid around a curve, out of a stand of trees, and the mountain fell away. Below them, a dark valley opened up and rolled for miles. The sky was suddenly five times as big as it had looked before.

“Whoa,” Lexi muttered. “I think we just stumbled into a galaxy far, far away.” She leaned forward over the dashboard to peer out the windshield toward the expansive night sky.

“I know. It’s crazy beautiful,” Eric agreed. “You ever notice how some night stars are just stars? And some nights they just…” He shrugged. “I can’t explain it.”

“No,” Lexi said, and Eric was pleased when she put one of her Chuck Taylors up on the dashboard. It meant she was more comfortable. “I think I get what you’re saying. There are some nights that you look at the stars and they remind you that they’re stars. Because, you know, duh. But then there are some nights that you look at them and they remind you that you’re standing on a planet. One tiny planet in the whole expansive universe.”

“Exactly!” He couldn’t believe that she’d understood what he was talking about so well. “And not just a tiny planet. But it also reminds you that you’re an even tinier person.” He held up his finger and thumb an inch apart.

Lexi reached up and pinched his fingers even closer together, her glittery rings flashing in the dark. “More like that.”

Eric grinned as he felt a warmth shoot from her hand to his. “See those lights down there? The two bluish ones and the orange one in between?”

Lexi sat up, looked where he was pointing. “Yeah.”

“That’s my ranch. Those are the porch lights for the homestead. And that fourth light over there, that’s where you’re going to show me your awesome demo skills.”

“You’re really tearing down a whole barn? Why?”

Eric grimaced. “Termite damage.”

“Yikes.”

“Yeah, but the ranch owner was honest about it, and tearing it down and rebuilding is a small price to pay given the plans I have for the land. The house is alright though. I’m already mostly moved in.”

“So you’re fixing it up to turn it into…” she prompted.

Eric turned the car down a small dirt road, the last twisting ride down the mountain until they got down onto the flatter land where his ranch was.

“A horse ranch.”

Lexi made a little noise that Eric couldn’t begin to interpret. He thought it might be half delight and half sadness. He paused, waiting for her to elaborate, but when she didn’t, he plowed right on.

“Yeah, I’ve got about fifty acres, so I could have a fair number of horses.”

“Maybe less than you think,” Lexi said, staring out into the darkness. “It depends on a lot of factors, what kind of soil you’re on, terrain, foliage.”

“You know a lot about horses?” He peered at her curiously through the dark as he steered his truck down the long, skinny driveway that split his land in half.

Lexi shrugged, sadness lancing across her face for a second before she hid it beneath a confident smirk. “I know a lot about a lot of things. Are you raising the horses for racing?”

“Could be. Not quite sure of the plan yet. Maybe once I get the hang of ranching, I’ll turn it into a B and B. Give city folks a taste of the simple life.”

Lexi squinted at him. “Pretty big financial commitment to not be sure of the plan.”

Eric pulled the truck up to the barn. He’d been pretty sure that she didn’t know who he was back at the bar. Not that he was famous or anything, but some women made a point of recognizing a billionaire’s face. If she thought this was a big monetary risk for him, then she didn’t know he was Eric Davenport, wasn’t with him for his money, and he definitely liked that.

In L.A., he was Eric Davenport, billionaire. Here in Montana, he was Eric Davenport, kid who came for the summers, got rich and fancy in California, and came back to find the good life.

Right now, to Lexi, he was just Eric.

And in a weird way, telling Lexi he was a billionaire didn’t feel right, but neither did telling her he was just an aspiring ranch owner.

Still, maybe that was his own identity issue rearing its ugly head. He was moving on, yes, but in some ways, he didn’t even recognize who he was anymore.

“Right now I’m running my grandparents’ hardware store in town while they’re on vacation,” he finally said. “So I’ve got a pretty steady income.” A version of the truth, yes, but would he tell her more? Maybe, but at this point he didn’t even know if there was a reason to. Right now, Lexi was just an attractive woman he’d met at a bar. One who had piqued his interest more than any other woman had in a long time.

Lexi nodded and jumped down from the truck like a pro. “Lucky duck. I find myself working like a dog to save up but somehow the money just seems to trickle through my fingers. Not that I’m a spend-thrift or anything, but there always seems to be that unexpected bill, you know?”

He walked with her, side by side, to the big, decrepit barn. The moonlight silvered the rotting wood, making it look almost like a pirate ship spearing out of his dark yard. Although he’d never had to struggle for money, he nonetheless understood the concept of being blindsided. Of your life taking an unexpected detour. He wondered what Lexi’s detours had been, and had just opened his mouth to ask her when she cocked her hip. Her shiny hair tumbling over one slim shoulder, she held up one finger, and her rings winked at him. “But wait a second. I thought we were out here to help me relieve a little tension, not to discuss my credit score.”

The business man inside Eric had him briefly wondering what her credit score was, but the man inside him wondered what her ass in those jeans would look like when she was swinging that mallet in the barn.

Grinning, Eric grabbed her hand and tugged her toward the barn.

“Wow, this thing is straight out of Children of the Corn,” Lexi murmured, stumbling after Eric and pulling cobwebs out of her hair.

“I know,” he grinned even wider, pulling her over to the back wall of the barn that was already mostly torn away. They could see the dark mountain looming over the valley through the ragged hole. He walked to the corner and picked up the sledge hammer he’d been using earlier. He held it out to Lexi.

“I’m telling you. This is better than yoga.”

She raised an eyebrow, but took the hammer out of his hands. “What do you know about yoga?”

Now he was the one raising the eyebrow. “I lived in L.A. for most of my life. Trust me. I can chaturanga you under the table.”

Lexi tried not to smile. “Maybe we’ll have to test that little theory.”

“Anytime, anywhere. But first, stop stalling. Let’s do this.”

“Sounds easy,” Lexi shrugged, striding over to the wall and raising the hammer behind her head.

Eric caught her wrist in one large palm before she could swing more than an inch. “No, come on. You jump in like that, you take all the romance out of it.”

Lexi let out a surprised laugh and turned to face him. “Romance? In smashing a wall?”

“Sure,” Eric shrugged his shoulders. “There’s romance in everything. Trust me. You put a little effort into it, seduce the wall a little bit, the pay off is way higher.”

Now Lexi was really laughing. “You want me to wine and dine the wall? Yawn and slide my arm over its shoulders at the drive-in?”

He smiled too, took her by the shoulders and spun her to face the wall. The pressure of his hands was light, but constant. He stood just close enough for her to feel the heat of his body. He resisted the urge to slide his fingers over the smooth skin of her shoulders.

“Ok. Stay with me here, Lexi. That wall is not a wall. It is the physical representation of every shitty thing in your life. Every appointment you’ve been late to. Every nosy neighbor. Every flat tire.”

She cocked her head back to look at him and the movement made one of the straps of her tank top slide over his thumb. “Those are not my problems, Eric.”

“Well, either you can tell me your problems so I can really help you visualize, or you can just fill in the blanks in your own head.”

She nodded, but kept her lips pressed firmly closed and Eric found himself vaguely disappointed that she wasn’t telling him what had her so stressed out.

“Alright, I’m visualizing,” she said.

“Ok, so picture those problems playing on that wall like a movie from a projector. And when you take the hammer to that wall, those problems will shatter into the night.”

“Yeah,” she whispered and Eric knew that she’d been taken in by his words.

“Don’t just swing the hammer,” he told her. “Use every muscle in your body. Start from here.” He dropped one of his hands to her stomach, felt the warmth of her tight belly through her thin shirt. “You’re going to twist back and feel it burn in here. And then you’ll feel it here.” He slicked one hand up the sleek line of her spine, almost all the way to her hairline. “Your shoulders will be next.” Two hands lightly over her shoulders, down to her elbows. “Even your hands, tight over the handle, they’ll feel it too.” He clamped his hands over hers for just a second. “You’ll plant your feet.” He tapped the outside of each of her shoes with his own. “And then you’ll swing. All your frustration, all your stress, you’ll draw it out of you like water out of a well. And it’ll burn. Trust me. It kind of tears its way out of your muscles. But then you’ll smash the shit out of that wall. And you’ll feel a hell of a lot lighter. Freer.”

Her breaths had turned into panting gasps. And so had his own. His heart was racing, as if it were trying to jump the two-inch gap between his chest and her back.

She stepped away from him, closer to the wall, and he immediately missed the raw heat kicking off her body. He was almost hypnotized by her as she stepped forward, choking up on the mallet like a baseball player. She planted her feet, just like he’d told her, and swung for the fences.

Eric’s eyebrows lifted into his hairline. He was majorly impressed. She’d needed no test swings to get her bearings. The hammer exploded through the wall with a resounding bang. The old barn echoed with it as she prepared to swing again.

This time when the mallet connected, boards flung ten feet from the wall as an entire section of the barn shook with the force of her hit. Lexi let out a little satisfied noise that had Eric shifting his pants to get more comfortable.

She looked beautiful, was all he could think. She stood there in the blue shadows of the old barn, her arms bare and contoured with muscle. Her hair rained down her back. She had almost a coltish look, long and graceful, a body free of adornment except for the rings on her fingers. Studying her, Eric got the impression that she was a woman who was used to doing things. Putting her body to use. She had none of the delicate, refined look of the women he knew in L.A. Women whose bodies were more of a canvas for their own beauty art projects. Nothing wrong with that, of course. But there was something very appealing about this woman in her tank top and jeans, no makeup and sneakers. Something very appealing indeed about a woman who held a tool like she’d used one before.

And something painfully appealing about her ass in those jeans. Good lord. The woman had a perfect ass. Eric ruthlessly ripped his eyes away from it when she turned back to him, panting with delight and smirking when she realized what he’d been looking at.

 

* * *

 

Lexi cocked one hip out, playfully giving Eric a better view of her ass. He deserved to be rewarded for an idea as good as this one. The man was letting her destroy his barn for her own catharsis.

And it was working.

She was looser than she’d felt in years. She’d pictured her bank account on that wall. Working three jobs for the last two years and still having to kiss Maple goodbye that morning. She’d pictured her father giving up all his dreams just to give her a good life. A stable life.

That thought had Lexi turning away from Eric again. Back to the wall. She raised the sledge hammer behind her, squinted her eyes at the wall and pictured it there. Her father’s face, so handsome, so kind. She pictured him as he looked in pictures as a young man. Movie star good looks and all the hope in the world. He’d wanted to be an actor. Go to Hollywood. But her mother had gotten pregnant with her and he’d stuck around. Chosen his daughter and raised her right. Lexi swung the hammer. And she wasn’t smashing through her father’s image. She was smashing through the image of all the dreams, the ambition that he’d given up.

She’d spent years figuring out how to be thankful for it while never wanting it to happen to her.

Lexi raised the hammer again, a thin sweat starting to break out over her skin. She could hear Eric shifting behind her, his boots on the gravel. A quiet sound, but one that reminded her he was there. Not that she needed much reminding. Her body was still buzzing from each place he’d touched her. His hand on her stomach. Up her spine and over her arms. Even his shoes on either side of hers. Each touch, seemingly so innocent, had lit her up. Woken her up. Every touch had zinged along her blood so that it had all melted together into one buzzy cloud of energy.

Sexual energy zipped through her, giving her a strength she barely knew she had. Smashing the wall in front of her wasn’t going to dissipate it, she suddenly realized.

Only one thing would—touching the man behind her.

He was the kind of man you were lucky to have one night with in your life. Somebody you reminisced about screwing when you were old and rocking on a front porch. She wouldn’t usually have done anything like this, but here she was, smashing through her stress and considering jumping the bones of a man she’d just met.

But first things first. Lexi wasn’t going to waste this opportunity. She called up the last images she needed to smash through. A kaleidoscope of all the things that could keep her from her dreams. Every sticky spider web that life had to offer. Confusing, because some were as good as they were bad. Going broke was right up there with falling in love. Entanglements that could keep her here in Nowhere, USA. Illness, a broken down car, a very handsome man…

A man like Eric.

A man she couldn’t get involved with.

At least, for more than a night.

But for tonight, could she do it?

Could Eric be her goodbye present to herself?

It wasn’t like her to turn to him and toss down the sledge hammer. It wasn’t like her, breathing hard, to stare him in the eye as she paced toward him. It wasn’t like her to peel the tank top right off her body.

And it certainly wasn’t like her to grab him by the back of his neck, hitch her legs up around his waist and drink from his mouth like it was the finest whiskey.

But she did all those things. Before the buzz could wear off. Before her head could catch up to her.

Eric’s hands immediately found her ass. His touch was strong and sure, nothing tentative. Lexi couldn’t get enough of it. His hands on her felt like anchors holding her in place. Without his touch, she felt like she might just spin right off the earth.

“The house,” Eric murmured ripping his mouth from hers.

“Too far,” she said back, raking her sensitive lips over the stubble on his chin. “Right here.”

He growled low in his throat and took her lips again, his strong tongue seeking out hers. Their flavors mixed. One strong, one delicate, and neither could get enough.

When his mouth dropped to her neck, to her collarbone, Lexi arched and let her head drop back. Seconds later he was setting her feet down on the ground and spinning her around.

Lexi shivered as he ran his hands down her arms the same way that he had when he’d been talking to her about smashing the wall. His front pressed into her back as he tangled his fingers with hers, lifted her hands and planted her palms on an old wooden beam in front of her.

He didn’t use anything to restrain her, but Lexi felt pinned in place. She could feel his hands on her body even when he wasn’t touching her. His hands worked back up her arms and over her back, tracing her spine. And then they graced over her belly. In a solid, sure movement, Eric’s hands went from her hipbones, up to cup the bottom of her breasts and back down.

She shivered as his fingers skimmed the waistband of her jeans and his mouth landed on the back of her neck.

With a swift move he swept her hair off her back and groaned.

“Jesus,” he murmured, more to himself than to her. “So beautiful.”

He unclipped her bra and slid it down her arms, planting her hands back on the beam when he was done. And then her breasts were falling into his hands as he nipped at the lobe of one of her ears.

Lexi was unprepared for the electricity she felt when his thumbs raked over her nipples. She’d been with guys before, sure. But she’d never felt anything like this.

And then the heat of him was gone and she whimpered. Lexi’s eyes fluttered open, the air suddenly cool around her. Immediately, he ducked under her arms and fell to his knees in front of her. Reverently, he flipped the button on her jeans then pulled them down her hips.

There were a million things she could have said in that moment, but all she could do was feel and feel and feel. The scrape of her jeans over her hips, his strong, sure hands at her ankles, helping her step out of her shoes and jeans, and then the stubble on his chin as he dragged it up the inside of her leg.

Lexi gasped as he nipped at the inside of her thigh. He grinned up at her in the silvery shadows of the barn and nipped at the other side.

She was certain that her heart was going to beat out of her chest. Her breaths came in ragged puffs. Wearing only her underwear now, her hands clenched at the beam in front of her.

“Lexi.” His voice was deep and gruff and literally made her toes curl. “I want to kiss you here.” One of his hands touched feather light over her core. She whimpered and spread her legs further apart. A grin flashed across his face but he kept going. “And then I’m going to suck on you here and here.” Again, his thumbs electrified her nipples and she couldn’t help but arch into him. He hooked his thumbs into the sides of her panties and started inching them down her legs.

“And then what?” she asked breathlessly.

His gaze collided with hers as he helped her out of her underwear, one strong hand on her ankles at a time. He ran his calloused palm up one of her legs before grabbing her at the knee and tossing her leg over his shoulder.

He was so handsome and so dangerous as he stared up at her, half of his face in the moonlight and half in shadow. His hair tousled, his shoulders stretching his shirt to the limit.

“If you can still speak after, you’re going to tell me what’s next.” He licked his lips and reached up for one of her hands, still gripping the beam. “You’re going to want to hold on there and here.” He dropped her hand into his own hair, tipped her hips forward and dove in.

 

* * *

 

She tasted like a piece of fruit, Eric thought. Hot and ripe and bursting on his tongue. He’d always liked going down on a woman, but this was hand’s down the most erotic experience of his life. Lexi gripped his hair, shivering against him, her leg like a vice over his shoulder. He’d never seen a woman lose herself like she was doing, her hair cascading almost to the floor as her head bent back.

“Oh,” she moaned, like she couldn’t believe what was happening. “Oh, god.”

Eric had always wanted to please the women he was with, of course he had, but with Lexi, he needed her pleasure. He tasted her and tasted her, circling her perfect little clit with his tongue, suckling when the need for her overcame him.

She was panting, moaning, grinding herself against him and it made Eric groan. The feel of her. The coltish, whipping energy of her. One of those mile-long legs over his shoulder, she was a goddess as he let his eyes trail up her body. Her breasts were perfect and full, bouncing with each thrust of her hips as she rode his face. He wanted her orgasm more than he wanted to wake up tomorrow morning. He would swallow it down if it killed him.

He suckled and suckled at her, groaning at her flavor, the slick, soft feel of her. And then his tongue was inside her, lapping at every slide of heaven he found there. Lexi cried out and she stiffened as her channel clenched and clenched at his tongue. He never stopped, drove her right through her orgasm and to the other side.

“Eric,” she said, halfway between a moan and a pant. “Eric.”

Rising up further onto his knees, he steadied her. Put her foot back on the ground and her hand back on the beam. He was big enough that with her leaned down just a little, he was eye level with her breasts.

He barely gave her a moment to recover before his mouth was on her there. Greedily suckling on her electrified body. He was relentless, using every tool at his disposal. Teeth, stubble, his hands. He knew she would be sensitive after her orgasm and he used that. He wanted her writhing, begging. He wanted her to feel him everywhere in the morning.

He suckled at her until she cried out, halfway between pushing forward and pulling away.

“I need…Oh god…”

“Tell me, sweetheart,” he growled, his fierce eyes piercing into her blurry ones. “Tell me what you need.”

She trembled where she stood and Eric instantly rose, stepping behind her to steady her. He ran a hand over her back like she was a filly he needed to calm. And it worked.

She took a deep breath and tipped her head to one side, her hands still gripping the beam like the good girl he knew she was. “I need you.”

He slicked his hand over her again. “Tell me, sweetheart. Where do you need me?”

Her lips trembled, but her eyes found his. “Inside me,” she whispered.

Well, she didn’t have to tell him twice.

Eric instantly whipped the shirt off over his head, kicked his shoes off, and stepped out of his pants and briefs. He grabbed a condom out of his pants pocket and slicked it on.

He felt a surge of pride when Lexi took him in, head to toe.

“Wow,” she whispered to herself, her eyes landing on his cock. Which was looking pretty fucking happy to be the hell out of his pants and less than an inch away from this gorgeous woman’s dripping wet slice of heaven.

His size could be intimidating to a lot of women and he didn’t want her to worry. He grasped her hands, pressed her palms even more firmly into the beam so she’d have something to balance herself on, then planted his hands on her hips, pulling her toward him.

The movement bent her over and Lexi automatically let her head drop forward. He didn’t like that he couldn’t see her eyes. But he didn’t have any other complaints about the view. Her back was as smooth as ice, silvery and long. Her ass was round and spread and singing a siren song to his cock.

Eric stepped forward, pressing himself against her core. Touching as much of her skin as he could in this position. He lined up their legs and planted his hands on her hips.

And saw stars when the head of his cock speared through her silkiness. He didn’t push inside her yet, just pushed his cock forward, her pussy lips wetting the condom.

Lexi gasped and pushed against him so he did it again. And again. Her pussy fucking the side of his cock over and over. When her breaths started panting and her legs tightening, Eric decided that he couldn’t take anymore. He would lose his mind if he didn’t get inside her.

Pulling back slowly, so she’d know his intentions, Eric used one of his hands to position his cock at her entrance. He pushed in just an inch and Lexi moaned, loud and long.

“More,” she gasped when he didn’t push in any further.

But he couldn’t, not yet. He was too busy tightening the leash around his neck. It wouldn’t do to shove her down and fuck her like an animal, and that was the only thing his body was telling him to do right now.

“More, Eric. God, please,” she moaned and he couldn’t resist when she begged so pretty like that. He pushed forward and she swallowed him whole.

His vision tunneled at the feel of her. So wet and tight. He felt like she was branding him. There was no going back from a pussy like that. Nothing would ever be the same.

He pulled out a little and thrust back in experimentally. He didn’t want to blow too soon and he wasn’t sure how much of this he could handle. The feel of her, the sight of her, her scent. But then she moaned, so perfectly, so pretty, and he found that he couldn’t deny her anything. He started a rhythm, perfect, hard. Each stroke was long and fluid; he wanted her to feel every inch of him.

Lexi threw her head back and he caught a glimpse of her face. Her mouth open and her eyes glazed and blurry. She screamed his name again before grinding her hips back onto his, taking his strokes from fluid to sharp.

But the movement was too much. Her hands slipped from the beam and they tumbled down. Eric softened their fall and she ended up on her hands and knees, Eric over her, still ten inches deep.

He didn’t have any complaints about that and neither did she. He fucked her from behind, their rhythm barely missing a beat. He planted his hands on either side of hers so that her back was completely covered by his chest as he rutted into her. His mouth fell to her ear and instead of kissing her, he found himself whispering.

“God, you feel so good, sweetheart.” The words tumbled out of his mouth. “You’re so pretty when you come. So perfect. You going to come for me again, sweetheart? You going to come on this cock?”

Lexi moaned at his words, her pussy tightening involuntarily. And when she threw her head back, she bared her neck to Eric and he gladly dropped his mouth there. He could feel her scream in her throat, under his lips, as she bore down and came and came. It went on forever this time, her body tight and vibrating. He licked a long line up her neck and back down. And then there was nothing to do but clamp his teeth over her shoulder, hold her in place to take everything he was giving her as he rutted her through her orgasm.

When it ended, he sensed that his weight was too much for her.

And he was done with that anyways.

“Your face,” he murmured. “I need to see your face.”

He pulled out of her and instantly went to his back. Not caring about the dirt floor of the barn. All he could think about was her. For those moments, she was his entire world.

 

* * *

 

Lexi was on another planet. She’d never come through intercourse before and it was the best orgasm she’d ever had. She thought she could have come from his words alone, but then there was his monster cock inside her, doing the dirtiest things imaginable. Oh god, this man was trouble. But she couldn’t, wouldn’t stop herself. She whimpered when she felt him pull out. But then she felt his hands tugging on her hips and dragging her on top of him.

He wanted her to ride him. Yes. Yup. Let’s go.

She’d never been more eager for anything in her life. Lexi straddled him, positioning herself over his cock and taking him in. He was big—it would never be an easy fit—but she was so wet from coming like a nuclear bomb that he slid right to the hilt.

His eyes practically rolled back in his head.

“Yes,” he ground out through clenched teeth, his hands digging into her hips. And now it was her turn to take him apart piece by piece.

Lexi lifted up off him and then back down. Setting a pace that had her biting her lip against the pleasure. Good god, was it possible she was going to come again? What was it with him and his magical cock? Her strokes were fast and soft and he groaned through his clenched teeth, his head falling back.

“Oh Christ,” he growled. “You’re going to kill me.”

And then his hands stilled her hips, holding her in place as he slammed up to meet her, thrusting into her from below.

Lexi’s head fell back as her body tightened. It was happening again. It was happening. It was—

Lights exploded in front of her eyes and she felt pulses of pleasure through her fingertips and even the ends of her hair. She was nothing but white, vibrating light as she came and came and came. Her orgasm doubled, tripled. She felt him everywhere. On her skin as well as inside her. She pictured him kneeling in front of her, swallowing her down. And how he’d looked, his feet between hers, as he’d fucked her standing up. She heard once again his dirty words in her ear when he’d taken her on her hands and knees.

She forced her eyes open and burned the image into her brain. Eric on his back, fucking her from below, his face tight and straining, his strokes erratic and harsh. And then his eyes found hers, his pupils dilated and he grew even harder inside her.

Lexi whimpered as his cock swelled even larger and his orgasm overtook him. She was still coming, and she rode that feeling, his orgasm and hers smashing together, until she couldn’t anymore. Finally, she collapsed on top of him.

It might have been ten minutes or an hour before their heart rates evened out. Before they had enough breath to speak. For a moment, Lexi struggled against the urge to say how awed she was. Moved.

Better to keep things light.

“You’ve got some face, Eric,” she said, leaning over him, her hair tickling his chest. “Like Paul Newman in Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid.”

“Come on.” He shifted underneath her, his hands falling away from her ass for the first time in an hour. He raked one hand through his hair, before dropping the hand to her back in a light caress.

He was embarrassed by her words and she couldn’t be more delighted. “No, I’m serious. You’re beautiful just like he was. You’ve got that whole carved-from-stone-I-can-see-right-through-you-panty-melter thing that he had going on.”

“First of all, Paul Newman was blonde in that movie.”

“It was in black and white,” she interrupted. “So it’s hard to tell.”

He ignored her interruption and just plowed right on. “Second of all, I’m not ‘beautiful,’ I’m rugged. Handsome. The manliest of men.”

She bit her bottom lip to keep from smiling. “Sure.”

“And third,” he continued, once again ignoring her. “You’re right about the panty-melter thing.”

She laughed as he rolled them over, tangled his hands in her hair and kissed along her neck for a minute.

“And fourth…”
“There’s more? Jeez, Eric, you’re a real talker.”

“Fourth, you’ve got some face yourself, Lexi Fischer.” He caressed his knuckles over said face. Firm pressure, nothing delicate. She liked that about him. “Like Sophia Loren in Houseboat. But your hair is long.”

Now it was her turn to squirm. “Oh, give me a break. You already melted my panties, Paul Newman, no need to turn on the burners.”

“See! It’s not so easy when you’re the one in the hot seat.” He slicked a hand over her side and paused to lean over and look at something. “We’re filthy,” he grinned, holding up his hand to show how much dirt and muck they’d subjected themselves to. “We need a shower.”

And then he was tugging her up off the ground and picking her up like a baby. “My hero,” she batted her eyelashes at him. “But you know I can walk, right?”

“Indulge me,” he responded. “This is my King Kong moment. You know, ‘Me Tarzan.’”

“I believe such an introduction would have been more appropriate before you ravished me, Tarzan.”

He shrugged, bounding up the front porch of his house. “Can’t win ‘em all.” Then he grinned. “Which is just fine with me considering I’m pretty fucking happy with what I did win.”

As he leaned down and kissed her nose, she laughed. “Me, too, Eric. Me, too.”