TWENTY
Kelly waited until nearly dawn for Rowdy, Dawg, and Natches to return to the house. Whatever or whoever had been out there had been determined not to be found. They had disappeared, leaving the three men with a growing, restless anger. And a determination to get her where they felt she would be protected.
Despite her objections, Rowdy packed her clothes and loaded her into Dawg’s truck as the sun began to rise beyond the mountains.
She was terrified, she admitted. Whoever was stalking her knew how to hide, which only made him more dangerous. The thought of Rowdy, or one of his cousins, paying for the danger stalking her was eating a bleeding wound into her soul.
Finally, despite her objections and her demands that she simply leave town, the pickup pulled into the graveled road leading to Dawg’s house.
Kelly knew the moment she saw the house why they had chosen Dawg’s as a secure location. She had forgotten about the house, built by Dawg’s parents, and set into the base of the mountain that ran through their property outside Somerset. He spent most of his time on his boat, so she hadn’t considered the house.
The huge dwelling was set into the side of the mountain, with only the front left in view. Dawg’s father had designed and overseen its building, Ray had once said, claiming that he was determined to have the most unique home in the county. And it was that.
It had been meant to be a vacation home, private, out of the way, and as unique as his parents had been. Though Rowdy had often wondered if Dawg’s father hadn’t been more than the architect he claimed to be. There were too many secrets in the Mackay family, he admitted, and one of these days, he was going to get to the bottom of them.
The face of the house was warm wood, covering steel and cement, with large windows looking out from the kitchen on the left, and the large living room on the right.
It wasn’t opulent, or expensively furnished, but it was a huge dwelling with four bedrooms, accompanied by private baths. There was an exercise room and a basement pantry–wine room larger than some apartments she had been in.
The house was built in three levels—kitchen, living room, and exercise room on the ground level, bedrooms above on the top level, and the basement on a third level. She now understood why Dawg’s father, Chandler Mackay, had been considered one of the finest architects in the nation.
It had been surprising when Dawg entered the Army then took over the lumberyard his father had owned. Everyone had expected him to step into his late father’s shoes and become an architect instead.
Rowdy led her through the large open living room to the wide hallway that opened at the back of it. There, two sets of curved wooden steps led to the other levels. He moved aside as they reached the stairs that led to the upper level, allowing her to move ahead of him.
The steps were narrow, but comfortable, and led into another short hallway and two open doors.
“The left.” He nudged her toward the open door, his voice brooking no argument as they moved into the room.
A huge king-sized bed took up the center of the room, draped with sheer curtains that hung from a steel ring in the center of the ceiling and tied at each corner of the bed.
A dark wood dresser and chest, writing desk, and vanity table sat along the walls. Scenic pictures set in frames that resembled windows on the far side of the bed. Behind it, another door opened into what was obviously a large bathroom.
“Nice,” she murmured as Rowdy moved in behind her and closed the door before setting her bags on the floor. He must have packed everything she had before they left his father’s house.
“It suits Dawg.” He shrugged negligently. “Go ahead and get settled in, take a nap if you need to. We’ll go out to dinner later.”
“I’d prefer to stay here.” She turned to him slowly, keeping her expression carefully bland.
“Too bad.” He crossed his arms over his chest as he watched her, the dark gray T-shirt he wore stretching over his rippling muscles. “Dawg, Natches, and I decided we’re going to eat out.”
“I want to be alone.” She pressed her lips firmly together. “I told you that.”
The argument had raged for hours. She couldn’t believe his complete arrogance and stubbornness. He refused to leave her alone for even a second, and he wouldn’t hear of her leaving town without him. At this point, he wouldn’t even hear of her leaving town with him. She would have settled for that.
“And I said, you can forget it,” he repeated, not for the first time as he dropped his arms and moved closer. Kelly stepped back, ignoring his dark frown. “Kelly, baby, you don’t have to worry like this, everything will be okay.”
“Sure it will.” She smiled tightly. “That’s why we’re staying in a house that could likely defend against an attack from a foreign government and your cousins are packing in enough weapons to defend against an army.”
“They’re for looks only,” he assured her. “We have a plan, I promise.”
“Like you did the other night on the lake?”
“Naw, that was just to see how rock-dumb that bastard could get. He’s dumb enough to need help breathing at this point. He won’t be that hard to catch.”
Confidence gleamed in his eyes, even as dread burned in her belly.
“He would have been caught by now if it were that easy.” She pushed her fingers through her hair as she shook her head. “You’re underestimating him, Rowdy.”
“Maybe you’re underestimating me,” he grunted as his hands whipped out, pulling her into his embrace before she could avoid him.
Heat instantly sizzled across her body, nearly taking her breath as he pressed the hard length of his erection against her belly.
“Want me to help you shower?” He nuzzled his face against her neck, his tongue licking over her pulse erotically as his fingers clenched at her hips.
Kelly gripped his shoulders, certain the weakness in her knees was going to become a permanent thing if he didn’t stop touching her so damned much. She needed to think; she didn’t need her mind clogged by his kiss, his passion.
“I can manage alone.” Her voice was hoarse, despite the strength she attempted to inject into it.
“Hmm.” He lifted his head, staring down at her knowingly before whispering, “I bet you can, but can you manage this alone?”
His lips caught hers before she could do more than gasp, covering them, taking them as his tongue licked at the curves, tempting her to play with him.
How she had always longed to play in just such a way with Rowdy. His lips tugged at hers as he stared down at her, his eyes heavy-lidded and darkening with sexual hunger. His tongue stroked over hers, retreated, then came back for more until she was moaning and reaching for him, desperate for the kiss he was teasing her with.
“Hungry for me, baby?” His voice was dark velvet, rasping against her senses as she arched against him.
“I’ve always been hungry for you,” she whispered, nipping back at his lips as his eyes narrowed, his expression becoming primitive, deepening with sexual energy as her hands smoothed from his shoulders to his chest and lower.
She needed him. She had never pretended otherwise. She needed everything he was, everything he wanted and needed to give her.
She gripped the material of his T-shirt, pulling it quickly from the band of his jeans as she allowed her nails to rake his flesh. The trembling response that raced over his body sent flashes of erotic heat tingling between her thighs.
“Take the shirt off, Rowdy.” She pushed the hem to his chest before lowering her head, her lips pressing to the hair-spattered skin beneath the flat, hard male nipple that drew her attention. “I want you naked. I want you against me, inside me.”
The shirt was jerked from his body and tossed aside. His expression darkened, his face flushing with hunger as he stared back at her.
Kelly murmured her approval as she bent her head, licking around the tight, hard nipple that fascinated her. How she loved Rowdy’s lips on her breasts, his teeth scraping her own hard peaks.
She raked over the tight point with a tentative little nip.
“Son of a bitch.” He flinched, his hands gripping her hair, tightening in the strands before pressing her to him again. “Again, Kelly. God, baby, do it again.”
She did that and more. She licked, sucked, rasped the point until she could feel a fine sheen of perspiration coating his chest and felt his breath heaving.
She moved her fingers lower, struggling with the metal buttons of his jeans, dragging them free and spreading the material apart. He wore no underwear. Rowdy wasn’t an underwear-type man, and she knew it. Which suited her fine. It made it easier for the hard length of his cock to push free, rising nearly to his navel, thick and heavy, the head bloated and damp from the silky pre-come coating it.
“Suck it.” His voice was a hard rasp as she licked a path down his chest to the hardened flesh below.
“Patience is a virtue.” She could barely speak for the lust rising inside her.
“Fuck patience,” he groaned, his hands tugging sensually at her hair. “God, baby, do you know how often I dream of watching you wrap your pretty mouth around my dick?”
A punch of excitement convulsed her womb and sent a spasm of response trembling through her pussy.
“You should have savored it last time,” she panted. “Maybe I don’t want to now.”
But she did. She grasped the heavy weight of his erection as she used her other hand to push at the band of his jeans. A growl of impatience tore from his throat as he moved, toeing off his shoes before quickly disposing of his jeans.
Each second it took him to undress, her palm stroked his cock, up and down, tightening at the base before loosening and running up the silky shaft once more. Until his hands were in her hair again, clenching in the strands, sending darts of heat to rake across her scalp as lust slammed through her bloodstream. Prickles of sensation, of need, raced across her flesh as emotion erupted through her chest.
Rowdy. She had dreamed of him, lusted for him, waited for him. Now, everything she had ever prayed for was being threatened because of one careless act on her part. Because she had waited. Because she had wanted Rowdy to seduce her rather than take her. Had she belonged to Rowdy before he left last year, then the attacker would have never targeted her. And she could have belonged to him. He would have tried to fight it, but he had wanted her as badly as he did now. He had hungered as much as she had.
She lowered her head the last inches as she bent to him, taking the mushroomed head between her lips as her tongue stroked over the throbbing crest.
“Oh fuck,” he growled, his hands tugging at her hair, pulling it just enough to light a sudden blinding flame of need inside her.
She liked the pain. Not true pain, the spark of intensity, the erotic burn that emphasized the pleasure. She liked it, and she wanted more.
Kelly wrapped her fingers around the shaft of his cock, pumping it with slow, measured strokes as she began to suckle the head with a growing hunger she could no longer control. She wanted to take all of him. Wanted to feel his cock pulse in her mouth, feel his semen spilling onto her tongue.
“Here, sweetheart, let me help you take those clothes off.” His fingers were pulling at her shirt, tugging at her hands and her head until she released his flesh to have the shirt stripped from her body.
“Come here, darlin’, turn right around for me.” Rowdy turned her as his hands stripped her jeans over her thighs before tugging them free of her legs as he slipped her shoes from her feet.
His lips touched her thigh as he undressed her, her knee, his tongue licked, his teeth rasped.
It was taking too long and it was taking forever and she was certain she was going to scream from sheer excitement as she felt him push her over the bed, his hard, callused hands parting her buttocks just before hungry lips began to caress the hidden flesh.
She couldn’t breathe. Feeling him move, she knew he was reaching for the tube of lubricating gel on the bedside table. Knew what was coming.
Cool lubricated fingers eased into the narrow crevice seconds later, massaged the rippling entrance to her ass as she cried out her pleasure. “There, baby,” Rowdy’s voice whispered across her senses. “It’s just for me. Just feel good, sweetheart. Just for me.”
One hand held her in place as the other slowly, methodically prepared her rear.
“I want you there, Kelly,” Rowdy groaned as she felt his finger slide fully inside her before retreating. “I need you there. I want to part those pretty cheeks and watch your sweet ass suck my cock in.”
She couldn’t stop the ragged cry that left her throat, or the overwhelming hunger for him. Rowdy was making her crazy. His fingers were pumping inside her anus now, two stretching her, making her burn in ways she had never imagined.
She could feel the juices weeping from her pussy, thick, silky, soaking the bare curves as he teased her clit with a finger, making her hips jerk and sending talons of need ripping at her womb.
She needed…oh God, she needed his fingers pumping inside her pussy, filling her there as the rocketing sensations overwhelmed her body.
She could feel her rear entrance being stretched further, slickened, heavily lubricated as Rowdy kept up the pressure on her clit, kept her begging for more.
Her hips were churning, driving his fingers deeper inside her. He was breathing hard, almost as hard as she was.
“More, baby.” Another finger joined the first two, working inside her, stretching her until she was burning alive for more, ready, willing to plead for more if only she could find the strength to speak.
“Oh God!” She shuddered, her back arching at the fullness stretching her.
“Three fingers, Kelly,” Rowdy growled as his arm latched around her waist, holding her upright. “Three fingers buried in that tight little ass. When I pull them out, you’ll be ready for me.” He pressed on her shoulders until she was lying over the bed. Rowdy moved her, arranged her as he pleased, propping her knees on the mattress as he pressed her shoulders down.
All the while he worked his fingers inside her, pulling nearly free, spreading more of the cool gel over them before working them inside her once again.
“Fuck. So fucking pretty”—she felt his hand smooth over her buttock as he pulled his fingers free of her grip—“so pretty, and so damned sweet—”
“Rowdy…” Her fingers clenched in the blanket as she felt the bloated crest of his cock tuck against the entrance.
“Let it hurt, baby,” he whispered. “Just a little bit. Let yourself feel how the pleasure and the pain mix, how it can make you fly like nothing else does.”
He pressed closer.
Kelly held her breath, feeling the nerve-laden tissue begin to part, to suck him in, rippling around him as it began to burn.
She was fighting to breathe through the pleasure. Through the burn. Through sensations that tore through her mind and left her dazed with the explosions of heat burning through her body.
“Damn. You’re tight, sweetheart.” He pulled back, pressed forward again, working the thick crest into her further with each stroke.
Below, his fingers circled her throbbing clit, stroked down the parted slit, and massaged the entrance to her vagina. She pressed back, desperate to feel them inside her.
“Rowdy!” She screamed his name as she felt the head of his cock pop inside her. A hard, blinding stretch of tissue that had her arching, had her nerve endings flaming as a finger speared inside the depths of her pussy.
Rowdy slid inside her to the hilt then. His hands were tight on her hips, holding her steady as the hard rasp of his breath echoed in her ears. Part growl, part groan, his pleasure was vocal, physical, wrapping around her as it blended with her own. This was what she wanted. Needed. Just this. Just with Rowdy. He moved then, slowly, dragging his cock nearly free before pressing forward again. The movement sent violent waves of pleasure tearing through her as she begged Rowdy for ease.
“God, yes, baby. You’re so sweet. So tight. So hot,” he rasped, his voice dark and rough as he began to thrust inside her slow and easy.
“Yes.” She reached back for him. “Please…” She needed him deep inside her. Needed his erection tunneling into her harder as his fingers teased her pussy. “Now…”
He gave her what she was begging for. Slowly. Teasingly.
His fingers caressed the swollen folds of her pussy a second before his hand retreated, only to return. Her eyes flew open, a startled cry leaving her lips as she felt the buzzing vibration of the vibrator he pressed against her vaginal opening. The thick tip entered her pussy, burning her further. “Damn, you’re so fucking tight.” She could feel the perspiration that covered her skin, that dripped from his.
Kelly shook her head. “Take me. Please…”
She heard him, felt Rowdy press the vibrator upward, working inside her slowly. Her anal muscles flexed around the invading cock as her pussy convulsed around the vibrator filling her. The tapered head of the toy pressed forward, making room for the following shaft.
It was unlike anything she could have imagined. As Rowdy filled her ass with his cock, he filled her pussy, filled her until she was certain she could take no more, only to learn she could take more. Much more.
By the time the toy had seated fully inside her, her screams of pleasure had turned to raspy, incoherent pleas. Sweat coated her body as her juices coated her thighs. She was slick all over, wet and pierced and dying for more.
“How’s that, baby?” Rowdy leaned over her, his chest pressing against her lightly as he fucked into her slow and easy. “Can you take it?”
“Please…” She was crying, so desperate to come she was shaking from the need. “Fuck me. Please. Please…”
He moved. His cock and the vibrator began to power inside her in tandem. The friction, the overwhelming intensity of pleasure consumed her. At first slow, tentative, then faster, harder, he began to thrust inside her with strong, powerful strokes.
Kelly writhed between Rowdy and the toy, the sensations of the dual penetration, of the pleasure flowing between them, just them, no one else, sent ecstasy screaming through her system.
She couldn’t survive this pleasure. It was burning, intensifying, stealing her mind, her body. She felt each stroke tightening her womb, pushing her closer, deeper into the maelstrom overtaking her.
She was going to explode. She could feel it, flew closer to it, feeling the rapture build, the pleasure, so deep, so intense, so overwhelming…
Rowdy’s name was on her lips. A scream of fear, of ecstasy as she felt the orgasm rip through her. It tightened her body, her vagina, tore through her and flung her into a pleasure she couldn’t fight, couldn’t resist.
She felt Rowdy stiffen, felt the heat of his release, the hard shudders that suffused his body, and a blinding fiery blaze of emotion that had her screaming his name.
As the hard, wracking shudders eased from her body she collapsed against him, wasted, exhausted, certain she couldn’t open her eyes if her very life depended on it.