TWELVE
Kelly waited at the door of the spa, watching as Rowdy pulled into the parking area in the pickup. She felt naughty as she waited for him, her body waxed and buffed, smoothed and lotioned.
As he stepped out of the pickup she pushed open the door and moved out to meet him, returning his smile as she felt the flush across her cheeks.
“Ready?” He opened the passenger-side door as she neared the truck, his green eyes intent as he watched her closely.
“All ready.” Her voice trembled, dammit. Then she trembled all over as his hands gripped her hips and he lifted her into the seat of the truck.
She could feel the blush deepening in her face.
“Damn, that blush is pretty.” Rowdy cupped her face, turning her face to him for a quick kiss and a wicked grin.
“And you’re bad,” she laughed as he moved back, winking at her before closing the door and heading back to the driver’s side.
Within seconds, the interior of the truck was once again filled with his scent. Male. No cologne. Just the scent of primal heat teasing her senses.
“Hungry?” he asked as he slid the vehicle into reverse and pulled out of the parking spot.
“Starved.” Her stomach was convinced she hadn’t eaten in weeks.
“Why don’t we pick up a few greasy cheeseburgers and fries and head out to the boat for awhile?” He suggested smoothly, glancing at her from the corner of his eye as she felt her heart race.
Alone on the boat with Rowdy? And he had to ask?
“Sounds good.” She nodded as her thighs clenched and her breasts suddenly felt heavier, more sensitive.
There was something in his expression that warned her he was tired of waiting. A ready stillness, a tension. Rowdy had shown amazing restraint to this point. She had a feeling that patience had come to an abrupt end.
“Will we be taking the boat out?”
“No. The marina is pretty empty today,” he said as he made a quick turn into a local fast-food restaurant. “I thought we’d eat, laze around, drink a few beers, and talk.”
“Talk,” she repeated slowly.
“And other things.” There was no smile this time, no teasing, no edging around what they both wanted as he stared back at her. “Still want to go?”
“Yes.” Kelly stared back at him, trying to regulate her breathing, to still the excitement climbing inside her.
He nodded slowly before turning his gaze back to the drive-thru he was pulling up beside.
Good to his word, he ordered greasy cheeseburgers, several of them, and masses of fries.
They were silent as he pulled forward, paid for the food, and collected the bag before driving back onto the road. Kelly watched the miles pass, staying quiet. She had waited for this, for too long she sometimes thought. And now, knowing that the waiting was nearly at an end, she could feel her nerves rocketing.
She was a virgin. There wasn’t a chance in hell she knew near enough about the male body to please him the first time. Suddenly, she almost regretted waiting. Maybe she should have gone for some kind of experience, but there had been no desire to become intimate with the men she had dated.
Not that she normally dated them long. Dawg and Natches were always too close, always butting their noses into her dates. She had found it amusing over the years, but now she wondered if she should have put a stop to it. Should have at least tried to learn how to please a man.
She wanted to please Rowdy. She wanted to know how to touch him, how to excite him.
“Stop worrying so much,” he chastised gently as they neared the marina.
“I’m not worrying.” She forced a smile to her face. She was not going to act like a nervous teenager.
He snorted at her denial, his gaze knowing as he glanced at her again. “I know you, Kelly. You’re sitting over there biting a hole in your lip. That means you’re worrying.”
Damn. Busted.
“You don’t know everything, Rowdy Mackay.” She stuck her tongue out at him as she tossed her head defiantly. “You just think you do.”
“I know damned near everything about you,” he argued, his lips pulling into a sensual smile as he turned the truck along the lakefront road. “When you’re biting your lip like that, you’re worrying. And there’s nothing that’s going to happen between us that you need to worry about. Anticipate maybe.” There was that wicked smile again. “But nothing to worry about.”
Her face heated again. Damn him. Blushing was not her favorite thing to do.
“What are you going to do if Ray comes out to the boat to check on us?” She leaned back in her seat and regarded him in amusement now. “You know how overprotective he gets.”
“Dad had to drive to Louisville this morning.” Satisfaction filled his voice. “Your mom went with him. They have the Colberts minding the store and pumps while they’re gone.”
“So while the cat’s away the mouse gets to play, huh?” she asked with a laugh.
“Mouse?” He frowned back playfully. “Sweetheart, trust me here, there ain’t no mice on my boat. But the big bad wolf might end up devouring a certain little lamb for sure.”
Kelly couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled from her throat as Rowdy pulled into the parking slot nearest the entrance to the upper end of the docks. The locked gate was normally for maintenance only, but the Mackay cousins used it rather than walking the distance along the docks to the main entrance.
He laid his forearms over the steering wheel as he turned to look at her then, his green eyes capturing hers as all amusement fled his expression. “Are you ready?”
Kelly inhaled slowly. “I’ve been ready for years, Rowdy. You’re the one that took his own sweet time.”
He was dying for her. Rowdy clenched his teeth as he placed his hand at Kelly’s back and led her along the floating dock to the Nauti Buoy. At this rate, his cock was going to permanently carry the imprint of his zipper. Every step he took the scent of her filled his head; beneath his hand the silken feel of her flesh tortured his senses.
In his other hand he carried the food, which meant he was going to wait to consume Kelly. And waiting wasn’t high on his list of priorities today.
The knowledge that the bastard who had attacked her was watching her burned at him. The son of a bitch. Rowdy had known he was watching, could feel it, but the proof of it sent fury surging through his veins.
Just five minutes with the bastard, he thought, that was all he needed. Hell five seconds. Just long enough to relish hearing the son of a bitch’s neck break. Rowdy swore if he got his hands on the man who dared to hurt her, he would die. Never, not ever, would he threaten Kelly again.
“Where are your cousins?” Kelly asked as they neared the Nauti Dawg. Rowdy’s boat was now sitting between Dawg’s and Natches’s.
“I didn’t ask their schedule.” He grinned.
They were around, watching. Seeing who was paying attention to the three boats now parked off to themselves in the temporary docks normally reserved for those boats waiting transporting out of the lake. Later tonight they would be positioned on the hill above the house instead. It was time to catch this bastard, before he went completely off the deep end.
He swore he felt a shiver race up her spine and hid his smile. Kelly was curious, but wary. Until he let her know Dawg and Natches wouldn’t be there, she hadn’t totally relaxed with him.
“Do you think I would push them on you, Kelly?” He asked softly as they stepped onto the Nauti Buoy and he unlocked the glass sliding doors.
“No, I didn’t.” She shrugged as he glanced over at her. “And I do know how to say ‘no,’ Rowdy.”
But would she say ‘no’? It was something he hadn’t wanted to think about. He deliberately didn’t think about it simply because each time the subject came up he got heartburn. He’d never had heartburn a day in his life, but lately, it was becoming a daily malady.
“Yeah, I know you know how to say no,” he grunted as he sat the food on the table and turned back to her. “That’s what you told me every time I tried to get you to help me in the yard when you were younger.”
“Tried to con me into doing the yard myself.” She gave him a knowing look. “Try another one hotshot. I knew your tricks. You would leave me to it and disappear with your buddies without worrying about me following you.”
He sighed heavily, but he wasn’t fooling her.
“I’m so misunderstood.” He shook his head as he neared her, his lashes lowered, his expression just sexy as hell as he passed her.
“Ouch!” She jumped as the palm of his hand landed on her butt before he locked the doors then pulled the heavy drapes over the glass.
“That’s what you get for being sassy.” He laughed at her frown. “Get over here and eat, woman, then you can show me your wax job.”
“I’m not a car, Rowdy.” She rolled her eyes despite the flaming awareness sizzling through her body.
She tried not to stare at him, tried not to sink into the brilliance of those green eyes, glittering with hunger and emotion. But it was damned hard not to.
The jeans he was wearing conformed to his hard thighs and emphasized the mouthwatering bulge between them. The shirt he wore stretched across his broad chest and molded to his hard abs. If there was an ounce of fat on his body she couldn’t see it.
“Come on, sugar girl.” His voice lowered as he moved to the table, turning on the small light hanging overhead. “You empty the bag and I’ll get the beer.”
Beer and cheeseburgers. Kelly couldn’t remember a meal she had enjoyed more as she sat across from Rowdy and talked. They argued. They always argued. Over the weather signs, the best fishing holes, and life in general.
“I think you disagree with me just to have something to do,” Rowdy finally laughed as she tossed a French fry at his head.
“Probably. I’d hate for you to confuse me with all those women who swoon at your feet and beg for your attention,” she pointed out before finishing her beer and setting the bottle aside. “You’re spoiled, Rowdy.”
“I wish I was spoiled.” He sat back in his chair and looked at her. He just looked at her, his gaze intent now rather than teasing or flirting. “I remember the day I realized you were turning into a woman,” he finally said softly, his voice deepening. “You were going out with that little prick Charlie Dayne. Your skirt was too short, your legs too tanned and you wearing the necklace I had bought you that Christmas. That damned little heart was laying right on the upper curve of your breast because that shirt was cut too low.”
“You tried to get Mom to make me change clothes.” She remembered. She remembered seeing his eyes that day, seeing the wild fire in them that nearly stole her breath.
“You were sixteen fucking years old,” he whispered. “And all I could think about”—he shook his head—“I should have been shot for what I was thinking, Kelly.”
“I thought about you then too.” She was mesmerized by the fire in his eyes now. “I only went out with Charlie because I knew you didn’t like him.”
His eyes narrowed. “Donnie Winters?”
She leaned forward with a little snicker. “He liked you more than he liked me. He thought you were hot, Rowdy.”
He blinked back at her before realization dawned in his eyes. “You little minx.” He shuddered.
“I had six months of free hand washes for my car at his parents’ car detailing shop simply because he got to see you without your shirt on.” She laughed, moving cautiously from the table as he leaned forward in his chair, obviously remembering the fact that he had been outside working on his car that day. Shirtless. And the date had been unexpected, a spur of the moment decision Kelly had made.
“You sold my body for a few car washes?” He asked slowly.
Kelly giggled. “A few? Hey stud, one a week for six months. I told you, you were hot.”
“I’m going to paddle your ass.” He came out of his chair, watching carefully as she backed away from him, trying not to laugh at the outrage in his expression.
“He went on all evening about the sweat dripping down your chest, Rowdy,” she snickered. “I think he was more impressed than I was.” She shrieked as he bounded over the table, turned, and tried to run.
There was no place to run, and controlling her laughter enough to actually fend him off was impossible, especially once his fingers found the ultrasensitive ticklish areas in her sides and sent her to the floor as she fought his attacking fingers.
“Oh, God. Don’t you tickle me,” she cried breathlessly, rolling, bucking against him as he came over her, his teeth bared in a laughing growl as he caught her hands, stretching them over her head, and stared her down with mocking retribution.
“You’ll pay for that, Kelly,” he promised wickedly.
“What are you going to do, stud?” She blew him an air kiss before collapsing in giggles again as he tickled down her side.
“I surrender,” she laughed breathlessly, twisting beneath him, desperate to escape the fingers. “I promise. I promise. I surrender.”
His fingers stilled, but he didn’t move. Her eyes opened, the laughter dying on her lips at the hunger in his face. He was doing nothing to hide it now, nothing to dilute it. And it stole her breath.
“Rowdy,” she whispered his name, her heart suddenly slamming against her ribs as his gaze dropped to the buttons of her blouse.
“You were sixteen years old,” he whispered. “And all I could think about was doing this.”
His head lowered, his lips pressing to the upper swell of one breast as his tongue licked over it. Velvet flames rasped over her flesh as a shock of sensation slammed into her womb.
“And this.” His head lifted. “Open your lips for me baby, let me show you why I had to run has hard and as fast as I could run.”
He kept hold of her arms, keeping them stretched above her head, helpless beneath him, restrained as his lips lowered and stole her breath.
Heat flamed through her, ripping across nerve endings and destroying any sense of control as his lips slanted across hers in a kiss guaranteed to wipe every thought from her mind except for thoughts of him.
Kelly arched to him, a broken moan leaving her lips as his tongue laved the lower curve, slipped in to tease hers then retreated as he bestowed a series of deep, short kisses that had her begging for more.
“God, the taste of you,” he whispered before licking at her lips again. “You make me hungrier than I’ve ever been in my life, Kelly. You make me lose my mind with my need for you.”
“I can handle that,” she panted, breathless, on fire for him now. “Lose your mind some more now.”
She arched her neck as his lips slid down it, his free hand moving to the small buttons of her blouse and slowly, too slowly, pushing them through the buttonholes as his lips followed the path he was revealing.
“Oh God, Rowdy,” she moaned as his teeth raked over the sensitive chord in her neck as her blouse parted, revealing the white lace bra she had worn beneath it.
Sexy and silky, the bra was bought with Rowdy in mind during his last trip home.
“Sweet Kelly,” he groaned as his lips traveled to the valley of her breasts, his tongue licking at the curves as he then flicked open the little closure at the front of the bra.
She was going to explode. She was going to melt. Kelly could feel the perspiration gathering on her body as tension tightened her and arousal prepared her.
“Such pretty breasts. And sweet, sweet hard little nipples.” His fingers pulled back the cup of her bra to reveal one swollen curve, peaked with a tight, reddened nipple. “Like perfect ripe little berries.”
When his tongue curled around the peak and drew it in his mouth, Kelly was certain she lost her mind. Stars exploded behind her closed eyelids and a whimpering moan tore from her throat as he began to suckle.
It was so good it was killing her. Her head twisted against the carpet as she strained beneath him, desperate to be free as the pleasure began to tear through her body.
She didn’t just feel the draw of his mouth on that nipple, but an echo of it in the other nipple. Fingers of sensation trailed to her womb, then ricocheted to her clit and beyond. The slow, sweet suction erupted in pinpoints of flames throughout her body and left her gasping, nearly incoherent beneath the caress.
“God, you’re sweet.” Rough. Hoarse. The obvious hunger and need in his voice left her weak even as her nerve endings sizzled with unbearable heat.
This was what she had dreamed of, waited on. Rowdy holding her, his voice husky, his desire for her obvious in each touch, each kiss.
“Don’t stop,” she begged as he stroked his cheek over the sensitized nipple. “Not yet.” She would hate to have to kill him.
“Never,” he growled. “Not ever. But I won’t take you here.”
Before she could catch him, pull him back to her, he was on his feet and lifting her body against his. The room seemed to tilt, the world around her shaking as his lips covered hers again and his hard arms lifted her against him.
Tension radiated in the air around them as she realized the world was tilting because he was lifting her in his arms. It was shaking because he was moving quickly to the steps that led to the bedroom upstairs. Then it stilled, and only the fireworks remained as she felt the mattress beneath her back and Rowdy coming over her.
Her breath caught at the feel of his big, heavy body above her, sheltering her, protecting her. As long as Rowdy was near, then she would always be safe. And warm. Hot even.
She arched against him as he drew the blouse and the strap of her bra from one shoulder, his lips caressing her skin with heated strokes as he undressed her.
“The thought of your soft, waxed flesh has tormented me today,” he growled as he lifted her, his hands pulling the clothing from her body as her head fell back on her shoulders to allow his lips to caress her neck.
“Do you have any idea how bad I want to bury my lips between your legs?” He nipped at the rounded curve of her breast as he tossed the shirt and bra to the side and lowered her back to the mattress. “So bad, Kelly, that I stay hard thinking about the taste of you.”
His voice was rough, deep. The dark timbre sent shivers racing over her body as she trembled beneath him, her hands reaching up to touch his bare shoulders while his fingers went to the button of her jeans.
Sharp explosions of sensation began to vibrate through her clit, her vagina, as a maelstrom of pleasure whipped through her body.
Finally. God, finally he was touching her as she needed to be touched, holding her, sliding the jeans and thong from her to bare the sensitive, damp folds of her pussy.
“God. Oh hell, Kelly.”
Her eyes opened at the serrated sound of his voice, her lashes fluttering over her eyes as she focused on his face. His expression was primal, intent as he stared between her thighs before lifting his gaze to hers.
“You’re wet for me.” His hand reached out, his fingers running through the drenched slit as she arched, a broken cry leaving her lips at the wake of fire that trailed with his touch.
Then she lost her breath entirely as he brought those fingers to his lips, tasting her, his gaze deepening, his eyes growing brighter as he suddenly moved from the bed, his hands going to his own jeans.
Within seconds he was naked, his hard body gleaming with sweat, the engorged crest of his erection glistening with pre-come.
“I want to taste you,” she whispered then, lifting up, reaching for him, desperate for him.
He was hard. Heavy. Her fingers wrapped around the base of his cock and her head lowered, her tongue swiping over the engorged head.
Oh he liked that. The mushroomed head pulsed and spilled a glistening droplet of pre-come. Which she had to lick off. Taste.
“Put it in your mouth.” His hands were in her hair now, his green eyes glittering with lust. “Suck it, baby.”
Her lips opened slowly as he pressed the thickly flared head against them, cupping over it as it slid into the warmth of her mouth.
A tight grimace pulled at his lips. “Fuck yeah. God, you look pretty. So sweet and pretty.”
Kelly swiped her tongue over the throbbing crest, moaning at the dark, erotic taste of his flesh as he began to move, to thrust in small, easy movements against her lips as she began to suck delicately.
It was so good. So sexy. Her gaze was locked on his, her mouth filled with his erection as her hands stroked the straining shaft.
It was the stuff of fantasies. His hands pulling at her hair, burying his cock almost to her throat while his muscles strained from hunger. Hunger for her. For her touch. For her body.
“Not yet, baby. I can’t come yet. Oh, God, not yet.” He held her back, controlling her needy denial as he pulled his cock from her lips. One hand pressed her back to the bed as he moved between her thighs once again. “Let me have you first, Kelly. Just this once, baby.”
His hands restrained her gently, pressing her back to the bed as his head lowered to the wet folds between her thighs, and her senses ignited.
His tongue rasped over the bare, tender flesh with the softest stroke, licking at her, burning her with each touch as she fought to get closer.
It wasn’t enough. She needed more.
“Rowdy…” Her wail of need tore from her throat as his tongue flickered around her clit, sending pulsating, fiery fingers of sensation wrapping around the tight bundle of nerves. Kelly strained closer, her head thrashing on the bed as her hands dug into his hair and she fought to hold him to her.
Just another second. She knew if he would linger right there, right where the pleasure burned deeper, then the agonizing need tearing through her would ease.
Just another second.
She cried out again as he hummed against her flesh, his hands parting her legs further before she felt the slightest pressure at the entrance to her vagina. A parting, a caress that sent her senses spinning.
“Rowdy, please…please…” She couldn’t hold back the pleas, the need for release.
“So sweet,” he crooned against her clit, causing her to jerk, to arch, the terrible need tormenting her only growing by the second now.
Wicked electric arcs of pleasure whipped over her flesh as perspiration began to cover her body and the hunger straining in every cell drove her closer to the brink. She needed. She ached.
She screamed as his lips covered her clit, his tongue flickering as he suckled at her flesh and stars exploded before her closed eyes.
Release was cataclysmic; it erupted inside her, drawing her muscles tight, pulling her upper body forward as she fought for something to hold onto, to find a sense of balance. A balance that couldn’t exist within the fiery ecstasy overtaking her.
“Jesus! Kelly.” Rowdy rose fiercely between her thighs, a hazy image invading her senses as she stared back at him, dazed, uncomprehending until she felt the sudden, thick pressure parting her, pressing against the convulsing entrance to her vagina.
“Now.” She couldn’t scream, she could barely speak. “Please. Please…”
Her hands gripped his wrists now, her upper body still tense, tight, lifting to him as her gaze dropped between her thighs. There, straining, thick, his cock pressed against her as his hips began to press closer.
“Rowdy.” The thin, pleading sound of her own voice was unfamiliar to her ears.
“Easy. Easy, baby.” He was panting, his hard abs flexing, thighs tightening.
“No.” She couldn’t help watching, seeing the thick length of his erection, the heavy veins throbbing, the tight flesh steel hard and iron hot. “Now.” She lifted closer, moaning in painful need as her flesh began to stretch.
“Kelly. Baby.” His cock slid in deeper, the dark crest disappearing inside her and causing the untouched muscles to convulse as the dampness increased, easing his way.
Her eyes lifted to his, seeing the color blazing from within his dark face, his expression a grimace of painful pleasure.
“Don’t wait.” She couldn’t bear the waiting. “Please.”
The sudden jolt of his hips buried him deeper as Kelly shuddered at the tight penetration, her head hitting the mattress as her hips lifted closer.
She was consumed with pleasure. It burned through her nerve endings, clenched her womb, convulsed her vagina, and demanded satisfaction.
“Now.” Her hips lifted in a sharp, quick move as he fought to penetrate her slowly, to ease inside her. She didn’t want ease. She wanted the burn, the destructive, flaming pleasure she could feel building inside her.
And it came. The sudden upthrust buried his flesh deeper inside her, breaking through her virginity, sending a burst of rapture, sharp and much too short, through her system.
“Fuck! Kelly.”
“Oh God. Oh God…yes. Please, Rowdy.” She twisted beneath him, fighting the tighter hold on her hips, the sudden restraint as he paused above her. “Please. Fuck me. Fuck me now…”
She couldn’t scream; all she could do was lose her breath as he drew back then filled her, impaled her. Buried the full length of his cock inside her before he came over her, gripping her hair in his fingers as his lips covered hers.
Mindless, rapturous. The sensations blazed deeper, higher; they filled her senses, overcame reality, and sent her spiraling through a star-studded night as he gave her what she begged for.
His cock was a hard, blistering length of iron thrusting inside her, stroking tender tissue, building the tension, the pleasure, to a height that Kelly swore she couldn’t bear.
Writhing beneath him, she fought for release, gasping, begging, her hands buried in his hair, her lips open against his, every cell possessed by him, stroked by him, enflamed by him, until she was certain only death could await, because there was no way to survive such pleasure.
“Fuck! There, baby.”
She was trying to scream as his lips lifted, one hand gripping her hip, the other her hair as her lashes raised and she fought to plead silently, desperately for release.
“There sweet Kelly,” he groaned, the strokes suddenly intensifying, the rapid-fire thrusts pulling the tension tighter. Deeper. “Just like that, baby.”
She shook her head as she felt the sudden contractions in her womb.
“There it is sweetheart.” His voice was tight, encouraging. “Let it have you, baby. I’ll hold you. I promise.”
Rowdy would hold her. She wasn’t really going to die. She was going to disintegrate.
“Come for me, Kelly. Let it go, sweetheart. I have you. Forever, baby.” His voice was guttural, desperate, carnal. It was like black velvet, rasping over her senses, surrounding her, stroking her, filling her.
Her release slammed into her. Kelly felt the sudden implosion, then a heavy gathering, a second before ecstasy exploded violently inside her.
Convulsive spasms of release erupted around his hard flesh, a heavy, wet warmth washing over his cock as her release spilled through her.
Her muscles locked around him, attempting to hold him, to capture forever the rapture radiating through her with such brilliant force.
And she did die, she thought with hazy perception. All preconceived notions of loving Rowdy, died. All her fantasies of what pleasure could be, they died. And they were reborn.
His voice wrapped around her, his arms surrounded her, and he was driving deep, burying himself inside her before she felt the white-hot flames of his release as he began to fill her, spurting inside her with a force that stole any remaining sanity she may have possessed.
Kelly collapsed beneath him, exhausted, fighting to breathe, her strength exhausted as she shuddered in the aftershocks of a pleasure she could have never imagined existed.
This was why women crowded around Rowdy. Why they vied for his attention and begged for his touch. Why she had waited, prayed, and saved herself for him alone.
“I love you.” She could barely force the words from her lips as she let exhaustion take her. “Just love you.”