FIFTEEN
Knowing what Rowdy had planned and actually seeing it being put into effect were two different things. Kelly found that watching the men converge on a project was almost scary.
The Nauti Boys weren’t known for playing nice, in any way. But seeing the hard, cold men studying the banks as they maneuvered into the wide, deserted cove two days later, reminded her that they had been warriors for years, Marines who had survived a long, bloody war.
The men gathered in the living room. Dawg stood at the sliding glass doors that led to the deck, while Natches watched the back, and Rowdy kept a check on the bank along the side of the river.
Their eyes were narrowed, bodies tense and prepared, and all Kelly could do was worry. And try to stem the butterflies rising in her stomach.
She knew the plan was to make her stalker believe she was playing with all the Nauti Boys at once while protecting her from the three of them. They believed he was unbalanced enough, angry enough to show himself. But there was more. She could feel the tension between the three men, the knowledge that they were waiting on her. Wondering if she would give to the three of them together as she had given to Rowdy.
“You’re too quiet, baby.” Rowdy’s voice was soft, filled with hidden depths as he glanced back at where she sat on the couch, staring back at him.
“There doesn’t seem to be much to say,” she responded quietly, seeing the shadows that filled his eyes.
She wished he wasn’t so handsome, wished he wasn’t so male. And she wished his cousins didn’t draw her almost as much as Rowdy himself did. It was one of the issues she had struggled with since the attack. Her rapist had called her a good girl, but she knew she wasn’t, not really, and that scared her. No woman had ever held even one of the Mackay cousins’ hearts—what made her think she could? What made her think she could hold all three?
“I told you, Kelly, whatever happens, it will be just you and me.”
Yes, he had. On the way to the marina, his voice quiet and throbbing with lust, but she had heard the tinge of regret as well. As though he were torn in his needs, in his wants.
She was aware of Dawg listening, his back to them, his body tense.
“The Nauti Boys playing separately.” She arched her brow at the comment. “That’s just about unheard of, Rowdy.”
Dawg snorted. Rowdy shook his head, his green eyes chastising.
“Your tongue has grown sharper over the years, darlin’,” he growled. “I’m a hungry man right now. It’s not nice to tempt hungry men.”
She settled into the corner of the couch, lifting her legs to the cushions and stretching them to the side. Rowdy’s gaze followed the movement with a spark of interest.
“My tongue has always been sharp, you just haven’t been around enough to notice.” She shrugged. “Dawg and Natches should have warned you of that. Wasn’t that part of their job description?”
Knowing they had been watching her and running off potential lovers hadn’t suited her well. It was a damned good thing she hadn’t known before Rowdy came home.
“The job was hard enough as it was, brat.” Dawg turned his head, flashing her a mock frown over his shoulder. “There was no sense in making it more complicated.”
Rowdy chuckled as Kelly glanced back at Dawg archly. He winked with a slow, sensual lowering of one thickly lashed eyelid. And she knew that move shouldn’t have affected her; unfortunately, it always did. Dawg was a natural-born flirt.
“You make it sound like I was hard to watch.” The pretend pout was aimed at Rowdy. “And here I thought I was being a…” The words trailed off as she caught what she was about to say.
She thought she had been a good girl.
She jerked from the couch, ignoring Rowdy’s soft protest as she stalked through the cabin of the houseboat to the back deck.
For a moment, she wasn’t certain she could keep her dinner in her stomach as fear lurched through her. A cold sweat covered her skin and she felt naked, exposed in the tiny bathing suit she had managed to let Rowdy convince her to wear.
Ignoring Natches, she moved to the rail, staring down at the water churning at the hull, and swallowed tightly. She had been a good girl. She had waited for Rowdy, instinctively knowing she belonged to him. She may have moments of insecurity in holding his heart, but she had always known she loved him. Always known that he would be her first. She gripped the rail, forcing back her fears as the remembered sound of her own screams echoed through her head.
“He’s won.”
The sound of Natches’s voice had her breathing in roughly as she shook her head.
“I bet you feel like you’re naked, on display,” he continued.
“Don’t, Natches.” She fought back the fears rolling through her. “Please.”
“Is your skin crawling, Kelly?”
It was. The feel of him behind her, knowing he could see her bare skin, that he wanted to touch her, was suddenly terrifying.
This was Natches. He was almost an extension of Rowdy, a protector, a friend.
“I don’t want this,” she whispered. “I don’t want to be scared because I’m about to say the wrong thing. I don’t want to forget every dream I ever had, or lose the man I’ve loved forever because I can’t control the nightmares.”
“You’ll never lose Rowdy, Kelly,” he spoke behind her, far enough away that she wasn’t jumping out of her own skin, but close enough that she could clearly hear him. “He’s waited on you for eight years now. You’re not going to get rid of him easily.”
Her breathing hitched.
“If it doesn’t happen tonight, Kelly, then he’ll wait until you’re ready.” His voice was soothing, gentle.
Kelly turned to him, staring into his compassionate expression, ignoring the flame of fury that burned behind the sympathy in his eyes.
“And you and Dawg?”
His lips tugged into a crooked smile as his pale green eyes seemed to darken with a hungry cast.
“You belong to Rowdy, Kelly, and vice versa. If that’s what you want, then Rowdy will let us know. Until then, nothing has changed with us. We’re no different than we’ve always been to you, and our feelings for you haven’t changed.”
His gaze flickered over her quickly, and Kelly remembered that he had looked at her the same way for years. With a tinge of teasing lust that he never allowed free. Dawg had always done the same thing, knowing the day would come that Rowdy would claim her, and possibly they would as well.
She glanced at the doorway as Rowdy suddenly filled it, his green eyes bright as they went over her body. He paused at her thighs, centering his gaze on the black material of the bikini bottom she wore before lifting to the fabric that stretched over her breasts.
“I never mistook you for a good girl,” he murmured, his voice deep, rough. “You were my girl, Kelly. Always.”
His girl. Her breath caught in her throat as she stared back at him. Not his good girl, his bad girl, or his naughty girl. Just his.
“I bet you fantasized about it.” Rowdy’s voice sent curls of heat whipping through her womb before they struck at her clit, her nipples.
She had fantasized about it. Of Rowdy holding her, whispering in her ear, watching…. She bit back her moan at the thought of those fantasies.
“Come back in, Kelly.” His voice was a rough growl now, his expression heavy with lust as his eyes darkened to an emerald depth.
She stared at the hand he extended to her before her gaze flickered to Natches. He was watchful, tense, but rather than the driving hunger, his eyes held warmth and desire.
“I’m scared, Rowdy,” she whispered.
“We’re just going to go in and pilot the boat to the cove, babe. We’re going to relax, nothing heavy, no decisions to be made, I promise.”
Kelly reached out to his outstretched hand, feeling his heat and strength. Then he was pulling her to him, flush against his body, his hand carrying hers until her arm curved behind her back and she was arched into him. The length of his cock pressed into her belly, a thick wedge of heat and hardness that left her knees trembling.
“Just let me touch you, Kelly. Just me. That’s all.” His head was lowered until his lips caressed the shell of her ear, sending shivers racing down her spine.
He was seducing her. She lifted her free hand to his biceps, holding on tight as his lips traveled to her neck, smoothing over her sensitive flesh, sending sparks of intense need slicing through every nerve ending.
He lifted his head, a sensual smile curving his lips as he drew her back into the cabin, retaining his hold on her hand as he returned to the wheel.
Dawg moved aside, returning to his post at the balcony doors as Kelly glimpsed the narrow opening into the sheltered cove ahead.
They were staying the night, she knew that. The first step in drawing out a madman. Kelly allowed Rowdy to pull her in front of him, between him and the wheel. Her breath caught as his hand settled on her bare stomach, just over the butterflies beating violently within.
He stood behind her, flush against her, his erection resting in the small of her back, covered only by the thin material of his cutoffs.
“Do you think he knows where we’re going?” She could barely force the words from her lips.
“He studies his victims,” Rowdy sighed. “He’ll know about me, about Dawg and Natches. If he doesn’t follow, he’ll at least be aware of where you are.”
Rowdy’s plans were targeted at someone who would be watching, waiting. Which meant her rapist had been watching her more closely than she had ever imagined.
“Kelly, we’ll catch him.” His hold tightened on her. “I promise you, baby, we’ll take care of this. We’ll take care of you. I swear it.”
“I should have listened,” she whispered. “Everyone warned me about the window. I should have listened.”
“It wouldn’t have stopped him, baby. It didn’t help the other women he raped. Women alone, who did everything right. He still got to them. This isn’t your fault.”
She knew that, in her head. Her fears and her shame told her otherwise.
No. No. No. He crouched on the cliff overlooking the cove, sheltered by the pines and brush that surrounded him, rocking back and forth on his heels as he fought the pain inside his chest.
They were all there. All three of them were there with her. Tears coursed down his face as he watched Dawg and Natches Mackay lower the anchor weights on each side of the boat before returning to the cabin.
The curtains were pulled. Thick, heavy curtains that wouldn’t show so much as a shadow once night fell. There would be no way of knowing how far Kelly was allowing those bastards to debase her.
He sniffed, holding back his sobs, and let the rage building inside him burn. He had thought she was such a good girl. A sweet, pure angel who deserved his gentleness and his love.
She was a whore. Just like the other whores who had allowed the Mackay cousins to touch them in the past. There was nothing innocent about her. Nothing good. Nothing pure.
But she was his one true love.
And she was breaking his heart. He had refused to dirty her, had given her his heart, and this was his repayment.
He had treasured her. Had shown her his caring, his respect and consideration.
No more.
A small sob escaped him as he realized what had to be done. She had stolen his heart. The only way to rid himself of the torment was to rid himself of Kelly. She would have to die, but first…first he would show her how bad girls were really treated.
She was nervous, frightened. Rowdy wasn’t unaware of how warily Kelly watched Dawg and Natches. Equal parts curiosity and fear raged in her eyes. For as long as he could remember he had never had a problem sharing a woman with his cousins. But something made him hesitate now. Held him back from seducing her into the acts that he and his cousins had seduced their women into before.
The more he thought of Kelly’s innocence, and the fact that she had saved not just her body, but her heart for him as well, caused something to clench in his chest. An emotion he couldn’t name, a hunger, a desire he couldn’t define.
But Kelly had always engendered such emotions inside him. She could turn his heart when no one else could, and bring out protective instincts he didn’t think he possessed.
As they sat watching one of the latest action-adventure DVDs, he felt her move against his side, drawing closer to him, her mostly bare body tucking closer to his.
Neither Natches nor Dawg were watching her. They had joked through the evening, drank a few beers, and seemed as enthralled with the movie as any man should be. But the tension was rising. Kelly’s tension as well as theirs.
He tightened his arm around her, drawing her closer to his chest, and felt the heat rising from her. Her hand flattened on his muscular abdomen, her fingers curling into the flesh as he stared down at her bent head.
He was hard, hurting, his cock throbbing beneath his cutoffs with raging demand.
His breath caught with a shocked hiss as he felt her hand caress the tight muscles of his abdomen. Inquisitive fingers ran along the band of his shorts, sending imperative signals to his overly tight cock.
“You’re going to get in trouble,” he whispered against her hair as the head of his dick began to throb in demand. If he didn’t ease the constriction against his cock, then permanent zipper tracks were a definite threat.
“I’m naughty, remember?” She turned her head, her lips pressing against his breastbone as his hand lifted, his fingers tangling in her hair.
“Don’t tease, Kelly,” he growled. “I’m riding a very fine edge right now.”
She licked him. Son of a bitch. He nearly jumped out of his skin as he felt the slow, savoring lick of her hot little tongue.
“Really? Strange, I could say the same thing about myself. Spending the last two nights sleeping with you, without being with you wasn’t easy, Rowdy.”
No shit. After having her, the hunger for her had only grown.
He wasn’t unaware of Dawg and Natches listening closely, or the careful readiness of their bodies. They were as aroused as he was, as hungry.
She lifted her head, her slender, lithe body moving, rising as he watched, entranced. She stood in front of him before gracefully straddling his thighs and lowering herself into his lap.
“Son of a bitch!” His head fell back on the couch, his hands catching her hips as he jerked her flush with the tortured length of his cock.
Her pussy was hot, the heat of it burning through her scanty bathing suit bottom as well as the threadbare material of his denim cutoffs.
“We’re not alone, baby.” He tilted his head as her lips moved to his neck. Each touch reminded him of her inexperience, or her daring.
She knew Dawg and Natches could hear every move, every passionate sigh.
“I dreamed of you,” she whispered in his ear a second later, her soft breath sending pleasure racing over his flesh. “While you were gone, I dreamed of touching you, kissing you, of all the things I knew you enjoyed. That I knew I would enjoy.” The hesitant admission had his body tightening further.
He felt the tremor that quivered through her, the hint of fear and of arousal. The soft weight of her body against his was driving him crazy. The need to throw her to her back on the couch and devour her was making him sweat. The feel of her straddling his lap, her hands moving over his chest, her lips at his neck was too much.
She had initiated the contact, had known that Dawg and Natches were in the room. He should leave it at that, he thought. He should seduce her, as he knew she wanted to be seduced. But seduction and the acts he wanted to see her involved in did not go hand in hand. Rowdy knew Kelly’s innocence, knew the demons that rode her, and he swore to himself he wouldn’t add to them.
If this were her choice, then she would face it. And she would face it from the beginning.
Kelly felt her head spinning as pleasure washed through her with the force of a sensual tidal wave. She could feel Rowdy’s hands roaming over her back, her buttocks, bringing a sense of heat and overwhelming pleasure rather than pain and fear.
One hand moved up her spine, threaded in her hair, and before she could guess his intention he was pulling her head back as he turned, lifting her, pushing her to the couch.
Before she could do more than gasp, he stole her breath with his kiss. Her lips parted beneath his, her tongue meeting his in a duel of exquisite ecstasy. She couldn’t help curling her fingers into his broad shoulders, feeling the muscles flex beneath her touch, bunch with power as he buried her smaller body beneath his much larger one.
There was no fear here. There wasn’t even the thought of fear. There was only Rowdy’s touch, his lips covering hers, one hand tangled in her hair, the other moving inexorably to the rounded curve of one breast.
She fought to breathe, certain there had been enough oxygen in the air before his kiss. And she would have broken away to breathe, but it was so good, so hot, so filled with liquid, carnal delight that she couldn’t draw away from him. But she could touch him. God, how she had dreamed of touching him over the years, feeling him against her, possessing her.
“Rowdy…” Her cry was instinctive as he pulled his lips from her, her eyes opening to stare into his expression in dazed fascination as he pressed his jeans-clad erection tight between her thighs.
“Be sure.” His voice was guttural. “Look around you, Kelly. Be certain of what you’re doing. There’s no turning back. Ever.”
Dark erotic power filled his expression. His brilliant green eyes were moss-dark, his face flushed, his lips heavy with greedy hunger.
“Kiss me, Rowdy.” She didn’t want to think about what could or would be. She wanted to feel the dreams she had known for so long. Rowdy taking her, his cousins pleasuring her.
“No,” he growled, his voice rough, his hands clamping on her wrists as her hands moved for the snap of his cutoffs. “Look around, Kelly. Look at them. Let them know they’re welcome or they leave. That simple. Your choice.”
“That cold-blooded?” she asked nervously.
“No, dammit.” He lifted her from him before she could do more than gasp, striding across the room before turning back to her.
“Rowdy, man, let this go,” Dawg muttered warningly as Kelly sat up on the couch.
“You make the choice,” he growled, his eyes tormented with need, with demand. “I won’t do it for you.”
Kelly rose jerkily from the couch, her body on fire, her face flaming with anger and embarrassment, and an instinctive demand that she deny them all. She stared at the three of them, all aroused, all awaiting her decision. A decision that had nothing to do with emotion and everything to do with hunger and their dominance. They wanted her surrender, a complete surrender, and she wasn’t certain she could give it.
“All or nothing?” she questioned in reply.
“You know better than that, Kelly.” Rowdy sliced his hand through the air with frustrated fury. “Don’t play games.”
“So I have to say the words instead?” she asked, challenging him, facing him with the same determination that glittered in his eyes.
“Words work.” He crossed his arms over his chest as Dawg and Natches slouched in their chairs and watched him, each wearing dark, disapproving frowns.
“Oh, I just bet they would.” She flipped her hair from her face before propping her hands on her hips. “Should I just ask you all to screw me, Rowdy? Why don’t I just bare it now and let you take turns with me. Hell yeah, make it damned easy on you, wouldn’t it? That way, you don’t have to feel like shit later because you let another man take what was yours?”
“Do you think for one fucking minute that they don’t know exactly who you belong to?” he questioned her with dark intent. “If I didn’t care, baby, you wouldn’t have been a virgin the other night.”
“Says who?” she argued in amazement. “Do you really believe that all it takes is a touch from a Nauti Boy to turn any woman’s crank?” She waved her hand mockingly. “Your ego is becoming more swollen than your dick, Rowdy.”
Wrong word. All three men seemed to tighten, straighten at the explicit word that left her lips.
“Yeah, just look at the three of you.” She rolled her eyes in mocking amusement. “Like little boys waiting for a treat. Well, fuck that. Find someplace else to treat, because I’ll be damned if I’m still in the mood.”
She stomped across the room, determined to reach the curving staircase that led to the upper bedroom and peace. She passed Rowdy with a disdainful little hiss, so irked and frustrated with his male, redneck attitude that she could have kicked him.
“Oh, no, you don’t.”
She hadn’t expected him to reach for her. But even if she had, she wouldn’t have expected him to lift her so quickly into his arms before his lips slammed down on hers.
It wasn’t a romantic kiss. It wasn’t soft and delving, or deep and passionate. It was hungry demand, carnal intent. It stole resistance and replaced it with pure fiery need, and nothing less.
Before she could protest, before she even processed the information, she found her rear braced on the counter, her thighs spread, and Rowdy devouring her.
She was lost in him, helpless in his arms as usual and loving it. Her fingers speared into his hair as his lips moved over hers, his tongue a restless marauder that conquered hers with inordinate ease.
And his hands weren’t still either. Within seconds, the bikini top she wore was tossed aside, the hard tips of her breasts pressing into the fine layer of hair that covered his broad chest.
She shifted against him, her fingernails digging into his scalp as the tender, spike-hard tips burned in pleasure.
Kelly moaned at the loss as his lips pulled from hers, moving to her neck as her head fell back, the whiplash of sensations jerking her against him as his broad palms framed the tender mounds when he pulled back.
“So pretty.” His lips were swollen, his eyes heavy-lidded and intense as they focused on the swollen curves. “You have the prettiest nipples, Kelly. As pretty pink as cotton candy. And they taste just as sweet.”
Her gaze fell to her breasts. The light pink nipples were straining toward him, diamond-hard and desperate for his touch. No other man had touched her there. No one but Rowdy. She ached for him, needed him, belonged to him.
“I won’t stop here,” he whispered, his gaze lifting to hers. “Once I sate myself on these pretty nipples, I’m going to go lower, Kelly. I’m going to strip those damned bottoms off and spread your pretty legs. Then I’m going to lap at every sweet drop of syrup running between your thighs. Are you ready for that? And I won’t care who’s watching.”
“God, Rowdy, I’ve dreamed of it.” She had tossed in her lonely bed as the hunger for it kept her awake night after night.
A primal growl left his throat as his head lowered, his tongue swiping over one tender nipple before he enveloped it in his hot mouth.
His lips closed over the peak, sucking it into his mouth as his tongue curled around it. Kelly jerked violently, the pleasure so strong, so fiery that she could do nothing but cry out in response. Rowdy’s hard hands held her in place as his lips devoured her, sending her senses reeling, her pulse rocketing as sensuality wrapped around her.
She heard a male groan, but whose it was she wasn’t certain.
“They’ll just watch,” he whispered as his head lifted. “Watch me eat every perfect inch of your body this time. That’s all. No pressure, Kelly.”
She arched toward him. She didn’t want to hear about it, she didn’t want to analyze it. She wanted to feel. She wanted each sensation to rip through her, wanted the pleasure to never end.
And he took the offering. His lips closed on the opposite peak, drawing it into his mouth and setting it aflame as he surrounded the other with his thumb and forefinger. Then, his fingers tightened.
“Rowdy!” The surprised exclamation echoed around her as the fiery lance of sensation tore through her. Not quite pain. Almost, but a fiery kind of hurt that made the pleasure hotter, sweeter.
“God, Kelly…” The rough moan was whispered between her breasts as his head moved. He was fighting for breath, his fingers working her nipple, causing her to shudder with each tug at the eager tip. She could feel the hunger blazing out of control now, the need ripping through her, hard, bright, and hotter than a living flame. And she needed more. So much more.
Kelly could feel Dawg and Natches watching as she burned in Rowdy’s arms. His lips and hands were never still, caressing over her, filling her senses with the dark taste of passion and the stinging need growing within her.
She was desperate for him. Her legs wrapped around his hips as she pressed her mound tighter against the rock-hard length of his cock. Her swollen clit was screaming for relief even as her tormented nipples begged for more.
“Come here, baby.” Rowdy’s voice was a rough growl as he lifted her from the counter, his hands curving beneath her bottom to hold her in place against the straining length of his erection. “I’m not taking you on this counter.”
She didn’t care where he took her, as long as he did.
“I need you.” A whimpering cry whispered from her lips as her arms circled his shoulders, her lips moving to the corded strength of his neck. “Don’t make me wait again, Rowdy. I can’t wait any longer.”
“No more waiting, baby.” She felt him moving up the curving steps that led to the upper deck and the large bedroom. She had no idea if Dawg and Natches were following. She didn’t care if they were, or if they weren’t. Nothing mattered except Rowdy’s touch. Except touching Rowdy.
As he lowered her to the wide bed that dominated the center of the room, Kelly twisted, pressing against his broad shoulders until he lowered himself beside her, stretching out beneath her gaze.
Finesse be damned. She wasn’t experienced, he knew it and she knew it. But she was desperate to touch him, to taste him. Without thought she scrambled to his side, one hand gripping his shoulder, the other smoothing down his hard chest as her head lowered to the flat male nipples that drew her attention.
If his mouth on hers could make her weak, could she do the same to him?
“Shit! Kelly. Baby…” Maybe she could.
His hands buried in her hair, his body jerking against her as she nipped at the little discs before laving them with her tongue.
Hard, growling moans came from his chest as her hand lowered to the band of his cutoffs, her fingers tearing at the snap before he brushed her fingers away to release the material himself.
Kelly contented herself with tasting him. Both nipples, licking and nipping at them with rising pleasure before she began to move lower.
“God, Kelly.” Rowdy tightened further as her tongue licked around his navel before heading to the length of hard flesh still covered by his cutoffs.
“I need to touch you, Rowdy,” she whispered. “Let me touch you.” She parted the fabric, then watched as he gripped the material of the waistband in his hands and shed it with easy grace.
And there he was. Hard, thick, his cock rising along his abdomen, pulsing with life as a small bead of semen collected at the tip. Kelly licked her lips, remembering the taste of him.
She bent, reaching out with her tongue to swipe over the bulging head as she tasted him. A bit salty, bold, wild, like Rowdy. And she wanted more.
A rumbled groan came from his throat as her fingers trailed down the ridged length of his erection, curiously exploring each shift of the bulging veins until she reached the hair-roughened sac below.
“Easy, baby.” One hand clenched in her hair as the other cupped her cheek now. “Come down slow and easy. Take me in that pretty mouth of yours.”
The hand moved from her cheek as her lips parted. It gripped the base of the hard stalk, lifting it until the head pressed against the damp curves. Kelly whimpered at the heat and hardness before her lips opened, stretching to surround him, to take him into her mouth as her tongue flickered over the expanse of skin that she was able to reach.
“God, yes!” His hips bucked against her mouth, driving his cock in deeper as she tried to lick at each new expanse of flesh.
It stretched her lips, filled her mouth with the taste of sexual intent, a wicked, intoxicating male taste that inflamed her senses. She felt his fingers bunching in her hair as she began to slowly suck at the engorged crest.
“Oh yes, baby,” he crooned. “Your mouth is like liquid silk.”
The sound of his voice was rough, erotic.
“That’s it, baby,” he encouraged her as she followed the lead of his hands in her hair, her lips moving up, then down, filling her mouth with as much of his erection as possible as she suckled at the rising flesh, her tongue flickering over it.
He took one hand and caught hers, wrapping her fingers around him, high enough to keep it from going too deep into her mouth before he returned his fingers to her hair. He sifted through the strands before tangling within them and moving more firmly against her, his cock thrusting with slow, easy strokes inside her mouth.
“Damn. You’re stealing my sanity, baby,” he growled as she felt the bloated crest throb in her mouth. “There you go. Suck it nice and hard. Oh hell…” Her lips tightened on him as she lifted her eyes to see the carnal expression on his dark face.
She had never realized how hungry she was for him, until now. Until his cock filled her mouth, the wild taste of aroused male consuming her, driving her past shame to a realm where nothing mattered but touch, taste, desire.
As her mouth moved on him, her hand began to stroke the strong shaft, moving up and down, pumping the hard column as he fucked her mouth with increasingly strong strokes.
At the same time, she felt a touch behind her. Male hands sliding her bikini bottoms from her, smoothing over the rounded curves of her ass. Was it Dawg or Natches? She didn’t know, she didn’t care.
She watched Rowdy’s gaze flare, though, as he stared over her head for a long second. When his eyes returned to hers, they were wild with lust.
Then she felt it. A slow, reverent kiss on one buttock, then the next. A tongue, wicked and alluring, flickering along the top of the narrow crevice that separated the rounded cheeks.
Her head jerked up as a keening moan left her lips, her eyes widening in shocked pleasure. An insidiously wicked caress nearly had her collapsing against Rowdy. Only his hands held her upright, his gaze holding her sanity as she felt the probing tongue gently rimming the ultrasensitive entrance to her anus.
She should be screaming in fear, instead, she was panting with pleasure.
“Oh God, Rowdy…” Her voice was weak, questioning. Should it feel so good? Should she be so desperate for more?
“Shh, baby,” he whispered gently. “Let it feel good. Just for a minute. Just for another minute.”
She cried out as she felt that knowing tongue press against the entrance again. Her head whipped from side to side as she fought to breathe, fought to make sense of the blinding pleasure. When it breached the small hole with a slight pinching sensation, only to pull back, then probe inside again, she shuddered at the intensity of the carnal caress, suddenly terrified. Not of the touch or the man, but of herself.
“It’s okay, Kelly…easy, baby.” The touch was suddenly gone as Rowdy pulled her to him, his lips covering hers as he bore her to her back.
He kissed her with ruthless demand, leaning over her and working his lips over hers with experienced lust. He ate her kiss, consumed her, and taught her to consume in return.
Rowdy lifted his head from the kiss, his senses drunk with the taste of the woman beneath him, his body aching to possess her.
The soft, dim glow spread over Kelly, clearly revealing bare silken flesh between her thighs, devoid of any sign of feminine hair. He had expected it, had known what awaited him, but the sight of it was a punch of lust to his gut anyway.
He blinked down at the pink, flushed curves as they gleamed with a layer of soft, silky syrup, licking his lips in hunger.
“Baby, you’re pushing a man already hanging on the edge,” he growled as he watched his fingers move, smoothing over the swollen flesh until they could delve into the rich, dewy slit below.
“Oh God. Rowdy…” Her cry pierced through him as he parted her, his gaze drinking in the flushed flesh covered in slick honey as her hips arched to him, her thighs spreading further.
He pressed the pad of his palm over her clit as his fingers found the tender entrance to her pussy and circled it slowly, his mouth watering to taste her. Lifting his fingers he turned his gaze to her again, narrowing his eyes as he moved his fingers to her pouty lips and painted them with her own juices.
Shock widened her eyes as she gasped. His other hand moved to her head, lacing his fingers through her hair as he spread the sweetness over her lush lips.
“Lick it off,” he growled. “Come on, baby, see how sweet and hot you’re going to taste when I get my tongue inside that hot little pussy.”
“Rowdy…” He could hear the protest of her innocence, the dark hungers filling her, urged on by his own needs as she hesitated in the face of the unfamiliar intensity of their combined lust.
“Lick your lips,” he ordered her again, his voice rough, the need to see her completely immersed in the needs building between them overwhelming.
Her tongue peeked out as the flush deepened on her face. A grimace twisted his lips as she licked at her own sweetness, tasting what he craved so desperately for himself. Then, her tongue curled around his finger, drawing a hoarse moan from his chest as she sucked it into her mouth.
The feel of her drawing the remaining taste from her fingers broke his control. He pulled from her, moving between her thighs, spreading them further as he lifted her to his descending mouth and buried his lips in the liquid heat flowing from her.
She was more intoxicating than moonshine, sweeter, hotter than life itself, and all his.
Kelly heard her own cries flowing through the night around her and could do nothing to still them, to smother them. Rowdy’s mouth was burning through inhibitions, through shyness, and igniting a fire inside her pussy that threatened to consume her. He held her legs wide, his mouth eating her decadently, his whispering murmurs of pleasure and hunger fueling the flames burning through her.
His tongue was voracious. It licked, spread fire through the burning flesh and caressed her with a knowledge and experience that had her gasping. Small, flickering strokes against her clit caused her to arch to him, her hips jerking as sensation raked like talons of need through her nervous system. The pleasure, oh God, the pleasure was too much to bear. Each circular stroke around the hard, pulsing knot of her clit stole her breath. Her womb convulsed with the need for orgasm as the pleasure tore through it before spreading throughout her system.
His fingers weren’t still either. One circled the sensitive opening to her vagina, spreading the juices that wept from her aching center before his tongue stroked lower, moving to lap at her, to draw the taste of her into his mouth as she screamed out from the precipice he kept her teetering on.
She was so close. Too close to be held back in such a way. She could feel the sensation burning throughout her body, igniting a firestorm that raced through her bloodstream.
Finally. She writhed beneath him, her head tossing as all the fantasies she had known in the past five years were finally coming to life. Rowdy was touching her, tasting her, loving her.
“Fuck, I could get drunk on your taste.” His voice was a hoarse growl a second before his tongue plunged inside the gripping entrance to her cunt, fucking into her with licking strokes that had a strangled scream leaving her throat.
The tension building inside her was frightening. Control was a thing of the past, as Rowdy was causing the gathering tightness in her belly to deepen, to convulse with each inward thrust of his wicked tongue. Her hands tightened in his hair as she shuddered and the wet heat flowing from her vagina increased.
She was panting for air, sensation racing across her flesh, sensitizing her, leaving her gasping amid the inferno he was creating. His hands weren’t still anymore than his tongue was. They smoothed over her thighs, his thumb flicked at her clit, sending sharp sensations of agonizing need tearing through her a moment before it retreated. His hands curled along the cheeks of her ass, and as his tongue plunged inside her again, he parted the soft curves, tugging at the entrance to her ass and sending sharp flares of heat whipping through her system.
“Rowdy…” She writhed, beneath him, her head tossing on the blankets as she felt perspiration gathering along her body, trickling down her breasts, her tummy, even as her juices flowed from her pussy. “I can’t…I can’t stand it….”
It was different than the first time. The sensations were harder, fiercer, driving her further from herself as she fought to hold onto reality.
“Make it stop!” She tried to scream, to demand an ease to the pressure building in her womb, her thighs, deep inside her cunt.
He didn’t answer. If anything, his mouth became more voracious, his fingers exploring further, pressing deeper against the untouched entrance he was massaging.
“Rowdy…I swear…I can’t stand…” She lost her breath as she felt his finger breach her ass, felt it slide slowly inside her as his lips covered her clit, his thumb slipping into the entrance of her pussy and destroying her.
“Oh God!” She fought the lightning surge of almost painful sensation that shot through her.
“The hell you can’t. You will come for me, Kelly. Now,” he snarled, his finger retreating, gathering more of the silky liquid flowing from her before sliding in deeper, stronger, his thumb pumping into her pussy before his lips covered her clit again. He suckled at the tender bud, his tongue flickering over it as his finger bit into her ass, his thumb fucking her cunt until she felt herself erupt.
Her scream filled the night as she dissolved, saw lights exploding behind her clenched eyes and heard Rowdy’s roar of pleasure a second before he was rising between her thighs and throwing her higher.
“Hang on, baby.” He gripped her hands, moving them to his shoulders as she felt a thick pressure against the sensitized entrance to her pussy.
She stared up at him, dazed, awash in cascading waves of ecstasy.
“Sweet baby,” he groaned, his green eyes darkening as his hands clasped her face. “Hold on to me, sweet thing. I can’t wait. Not even another minute.”
Her eye widened, fluttered, fought to stay open as she felt his cock stretching her, invading her. Better than the first time, stroking sensitive nerve endings, caressing delicate tissue until she wept with need. And it didn’t stop. It went on and on, as though in slow motion, stretching her until she was certain she could hold no more before she found she could.
She jerked in his grip, her nails pressing into his shoulders as she whimpered then screamed as Rowdy settled to the hilt inside her. She could feel every thick inch parting the tender tissue of her pussy, straining it to its limits as fingers of electricity sizzled through and the tension began to increase once again within her.
“God, you’re tight.” His expression was strained as she stared up at him, fighting to make sense of the sensations ripping through her. “And soft as silk.” His forehead pressed against hers.
He grimaced, lifting his head a few inches as he stared down at her, his thumb dragging roughly over her lips as she fought to breathe.
“Lift your legs.” His voice was like gravel. “Brace your knees against my hips.” He lowered one hand, lifting her thigh as she did as he bid.
“Oh God, Rowdy.” He slid in deeper than ever, filling her in ways she couldn’t explain. “Oh God, I don’t know what to do…” She wanted to cry, wanted to ease the furious throb of hunger pulsing in her womb, in her cunt.
“Shush, baby,” His voice was strained, his body tight with the effort it was taking as he helped her, positioning her knees against his hips as a ragged moan tore from his chest. “Son of a bitch, you’re so fucking tight. I could come just feeling you grip me like that.”
The muscles inside her pussy were indeed milking him, rippling around him, driving her crazy with the furious heat building inside them. She stared up at him, feeling the tears on her cheeks, the emotions clogging her throat. She couldn’t imagine ever needing anything more than she needed Rowdy.
“Easy now, sweetheart,” he warned as she felt his thighs bunching. “If I don’t move I’m going to come before you ever get yours. And you have to have yours.” A wicked smile crossed his swollen lips as he began to move.
His cock slid slowly from the clutching grip of her cunt as she heard her own desperate groan of pleasure; the thrust back had her crying out in sharp agonizing need, and then there was no stopping him.
He arched back, gripping her legs and pressing them closer to her body as he stared down to where they came together, her gaze following automatically, watching as the slick, glistening shaft of his cock powered in and out of the flattened curves of her cunt. It was mesmerizing, consuming. She could feel raking fingers of pleasure, pain, sharp sensation, and fiery explosions of hunger ripping through her body as she watched him fuck her. Watched his cock thrust in and out, shafting her with furious strokes as the world receded around her.
She came again, screaming through her orgasm, and still he didn’t stop.
“Again,” he snarled, turning her to her side, her legs bent, pressed to her breasts as he leaned over her, one hand parting the cheeks of her ass as his fingers found the tingling entrance there.
Her back arched, her head falling back as his finger slid inside, pumping in tandem with the thick erection driving inside her cunt, stretching her, burning through her mind as pleasure and pain mixed with the addition of another finger to stretch her tender anus. And still his cock drove into her, stroking furiously over sensitized nerve endings until she was shuddering, convulsing around him, her juices spewing from her pussy as she heard him give a ragged shout and felt his body tighten.
She was still dissolving around him as she felt his release, the hot, furious blasts of semen filling her, burning her, sending her into another quaking paradox of sensation that had her convulsing beneath him as he held his cock deep inside her, shuddering with the pleasure ripping them both apart.
Kelly had lost sanity long before Rowdy’s release. She quivered in the aftermath of orgasm, weak, wasted by the emotion, the pleasure that had erupted through her. She felt him collapse beside her, still buried inside her pussy, his breathing harsh, his arms tight as he pulled her to his damp chest.
“Breathe, baby,” he crooned in her ear as one hand massaged her chest, reminding her she was holding her breath as it released in a rush, sending stars exploding before her eyes. “There you go, sweet thing,” he murmured, his lips at her shoulder as his cock jerked inside her. “Rest for a bit. Just a little bit. Then we’ll try it again and see if we can’t get it right.”
Get it right? Dear God, if that wasn’t right then he would kill her if he ever managed perfection.