Nuzzling his face against her neck, damp with sweat, Aaron kissed and licked indulging himself in the flavors of her. She was sound asleep beside him. His sweet baby had slept peacefully through the night. Her evening confession had cost her so much. He had to do something to prove to her that nothing she’d said had shocked him.

She grunted and wiggled deeper below the covers.

Lulu took up Aaron’s cause and licked her face. He laughed.

“I’m asleep,” she declared though she wrapped her arm over Lulu to cuddle with her.

“What happened to all of that nonsense I used to hear about how early you get up to go out and cowgirl?”

“That was before I realized how well I sleep when my bed is full of you and dogs.”

“I changed my mind. If the dogs get to sleep with us I’m getting you a California King.”

Her eyes blinked open hesitantly. “We’d have to put it out in a pasture because my room is not that big.”

“Few more rounds of rough sex and I’ll see if I can knock the back wall out for you. Consider it creative demo before an addition.”

“You probably would if I’d let you but my granddaddy built this house and I happen to like the walls where they are.”

“The granddaddy that lives down in the cottage at the entrance gates?”

“Yep.”

“Is that where Brock got his contractor skills?”

“How did you know Brock used to be a contractor?”

Shit. Mentally lambasting himself for forgetting that not everything had been revealed the night before, he shrugged. “He said something about it at the bar one night.”

“I honestly have no idea where he learned to do all the building stuff. I don’t really remember him working with Pops all that much. Where did you learn how to do stuff like that?”

Aaron waited on the inevitable dread that he associated with discussing his time in the Army. For some reason, it remained absent, perhaps hidden somewhere with the chill he knew would return as soon as she was no longer in his arms. “Army SF isn’t always about going in and fucking people’s lives up if they disagree with our mission. A lot of times we went in to help. Of course our help was usually a means to an end, but that’s not necessarily a bad thing. Voodoo is practically a walking hospital. I’ve seen him deliver babies, give vaccinations, and operate on animals all in the same day. We spent a good bit of time working with the CoE to build dams and even restructure community centers and shelters, stuff like that.”

“I’m going to need to know what S, F, C, O, and E stand for.”

“Sorry. SF is Special Forces. CoE is Corp of Engineers.”

“So, you’re even better than G.I. Joe. You’re basically Superman.”

“I prefer Batman since there’s definitely a dark side. You can be Catwoman. I’ll get you a black leather leotard to go with your whip.”

“Very funny.”

“No, now come on this could work, Mr. Sniffles can be one of Catwoman’s cats.”

“I’m pretty sure Catwoman’s cats are girls. Mr. Sniffles is a boy.”

“Yeah, the mister part of his name clued me in.” Running his fingers through her hair, he let her contented sigh wash through him. If he could just keep her making sounds like that, he’d figure the rest out. Her uncle. His past. Her fears. His needs. He’d make it all work somehow.

“Is it ridiculously girly that I love it when you play with my hair?” Her eyes fluttered closed.

“What’s wrong with being ridiculously girly?”

“So it is.”

“I never said that, just wondered why it should matter.”

“I guess I’ve always prided myself on being tougher than all of my brothers.”

“Being tough as hell doesn’t mean you can’t like me loving on you. Or does it go something like you were afraid to show off your softer side because you’d already been forced to do something you didn’t want to do? There’s nothing wrong with protecting yourself, Nat.”

“Yeah. Maybe it went something like that. I was so awful to Brock and Hope when they moved back here. I feel so bad about that.”

Holy fuck. Did she realize what she’d just said? Summoning nonchalance, he brushed a kiss on her cheek as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. “How come?”

Panic throbbed in Natalie’s head. Oh no. No. No. NO. Me and my stupid mouth. She’d already confessed more than she’d ever intended to. She refused to talk about Uncle Mick and the vile things he’d done anymore.

Lifting her head, she brought her lips to Aaron’s. There was one surefire way to distract him. She ran her right hand over his pecs, satin covered steel. Refusing to ignore his abdomen anymore, she softly tended the scars and then wrapped her hand over his cock.

“Nat, baby, I’m loving that, but last night was pretty intense for your second time. You have to be sore this morning.” The way he came back in for another kiss assured her that it wouldn’t take much to convince him to go on with this.

Adding her confession about Brock and Hope to the locked safe of things she refused to talk about ever again, she brought his hand to her breast.

“Mmm,” he grunted.

“I’m not sore. I just want you.” She was a cowgirl. Being sore was part of her job and the slight rubbed sensation between her legs this morning was nothing.

“You’re sure?”

“So sure.”

“Then give me just a second.” He crawled out of bed and clicked his mouth to summon the dogs. “Out ladies and gents. What I’m about to do is for my eyes only.”

Natalie gave both of the dogs a pat as they followed their daddy’s orders. Aaron came back to bed and arranged himself against the portion of her headboard that wasn’t broken. “Lean back against me.”

She scooted until she was seated between his legs with her back to his chest. His hands cupped her breasts, squeezing and massaging until she wriggled against him desperate for relief.

An embarrassingly loud moan spilled from her lungs as he rolled her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. “God, why do I like that so much?”

A wicked chuckle sounded in her ear. “I fucking love making you moan, making you so needy for me. Drives me wild.”

Pressing her breasts together with one hand, the other trekked down her stomach. She spread her legs praying he’d give her what she so desperately needed.

“I also fucking love how small you are, love that I can touch all of you, and fucking love your tits.”

Her back arched as she began to rock. His fingertips teased at the wet curls covering her pussy. “Watch, baby. Watch me get your body ready for me.”

“Oh yes,” she gasped. He ran his middle finger between her folds. She shivered at the sight.

“So beautiful.” When he added another finger and circled her clit she gasped. Her fingernails dug into his muscular thighs. His hungry growl said he didn’t mind.

“You see that, Nat? See how juicy I can get you?”

Her breaths came in quick staccato pants.

His lips found her throat. He dragged his knuckles through her wetness now. His other hand taunted her nipples constantly, one and then the other. He shamelessly used everything he’d expertly learned about her preferences to drive her insane.

“More.”

“Mmm, my sweet baby gets so impatient for me.”

“Please.”

“Not yet. I’m enjoying the view.”

Wiggling again, she positioned his cock between her asscheeks, fairly certain that would speed things along.

“Playing with fire, sweetheart.”

“Good,” she challenged.

“Oh, I’ll make it good for you when you’re ready for that, but it isn’t this morning. Let me enjoy you.” His cock throbbed against her, just as anxious as she was. The chains that had held her own sexuality hostage had been shattered the night before. Channeling brazen femininity she’d had no hopes of accessing before, she recalled a few of the most intriguing things she’d seen on Tumblr.

His rough-skinned hands slid along her sides and her ass as she crawled forward. Leaning her head down she kept her ass in the air on all fours. “Bet I could make you hurry it up.” She turned back to stare him down.

“Holy mother of God.”

She giggled triumphantly before resuming her sex cat act. “Take me.”

The wiry hair on his legs scraped at the back of her thighs as he positioned himself behind her. His hands gripped her hips with fervor. Oh, this was going to be good. She knew.

“Dying to tell you how naughty you’re being but terrified to say something I shouldn’t,” he admitted.

“I think I like being naughty.”

“Oh yeah, baby? You want to be fucked dirty like this? I’ll give what you’re begging for but I’m pulling out and coming all over your ass. Fair warning.”

“Yes.” The thought alone made her tremble. She’d spent years listening to her sister and her sisters-in-law go on and on about dirty sex. Now she knew why they couldn’t shut up about it.

His fingers parted the lips of her pussy, and pressed inside her. Her body drew them deeper, begging for more even if she wasn’t capable of finding words to make her requests. Pressing back against his force, the tight ball of tension in her core kept time with her pulse. Her nipples ached. Every nerve ending from the top of her scalp to the bottom of her feet throbbed to the slow pump of his fingers.

“I was gonna take you nice and gentle. Slow and steady. But that’s not what you want is it?” His low intonation turned the consistency of gravel.

“No.” The low hum in her head kept her from elaborating. She gripped her sheets in her fists as the pressure threatened to overwhelm her. She flexed against his talented fingers.

Starved and yet so satisfied, he rendered her mindless. Using one of his thighs he spread her legs farther giving her the friction she hadn’t thought to ask for.

The climax ricocheted through her body before she fully understood that she was going to come. A fiery detonation of pure pleasure. She felt herself weep for more as he jerked his fingers away. More. Please more.

She shook, riding the waves of her climax.

“The next one you have to beg for,” he ordered. “Nice and slow. Feel me.” True to his word he fed his cock into her agonizingly slowly, only allowing her his head at her opening. She tried to press back, so hungry for his girth to stretch her. His firm grip on her hips kept her right where he wanted her, reminding her who was in control this time.

She gave willingly. She had no doubts. She trusted him above all others.

There was nothing between them this time. She felt his crown breach her. “Please, please.” She thrashed.

“So greedy, baby.” He allowed her another inch. She was certain she’d never needed anything the way she needed him to bury himself to his hilt. He’d sworn he couldn’t read her mind. She wasn’t sure that was true. Instead of giving her more, he pulled away and then came back only pressing slightly farther on his next thrust.

She climbed with every pass. Higher and higher. The air stretched so thin around her she couldn’t breathe. She could only feel. The constant tension tied her knots. “Please,” choked from her in a breathless pant. He ratcheted her higher still, keeping himself from her fully.

Finally, mercifully, he sank himself to his hilt in a dedicated thrust. “Like that, sweetheart? That what you needed? My sweet dirty girl likes to be full of me, don’t you?”

“Yes,” sang from her.

He pulled away and came back faster now. Warmth licked up her spine. Reckless abandon rode the fluid flexes of his thighs with every connection of their skin. He pounded harder.

Her back arched. “OhGodYes,” blended into an indecipherable exultation from her lips.

“You like when I play with your hair, Nat? Bet you’ll like this more.” His hand fisted in her hair, yanking her head upwards. Her body rejoiced. He pulled gently with every retreat and pressed harder with every thrust.

She felt herself milk him. He growled his adamant approval. “Not yet, baby.” His warning, his dominance, only rocketed her higher.

But she couldn’t wait. She flew. Jolts of pleasure quivered through her. She came in a rush of heat and hunger.

“Aw, fuck,” he rasped. Suddenly, hot splashes of cum landed on her back and her ass. This only served to rev her more.

She turned back to see him grip himself as he came all over her. His head was thrown back. His body tensed with every spurt. Gruff words, some sexy, some sweet, some nonsensical, flew from his mouth.

Collapsing to the mattress simply unable to hold herself up any longer, she chased her breath. He reclined beside her.

“At some point I’m going to have fucked you enough to not be so weak when it comes to you.”

“What about that was weak?” A rogue aftershock of her orgasm had her tensing yet again.

He grinned at that. “If you weren’t sore after last night, which I know you were lying to me about, you sure as hell are now.”

“I was only a little sore. No big deal. And that was amazing.”

“Yeah, well I happen to agree. Someday I’ll figure out how to keep your orgasms just out of reach longer than that, too.”

“Well, we have lots and lots of time for you to practice.”

“Oh yeah? You’re not tired of me hanging around so much already?” He winked at her.

“Pretty sure I’ll never be tired of you.”

“Good to know. Now, you are keeping your sexy ass in bed today. I am going to make you some breakfast and we are not doing that again for a long time.”

“Does a long time mean in a few hours?”

“No, cowgirl. It means… fuck, I don’t honestly know how long I’ll be able to hold off. You’re just too good.”

“You know I like to be the best at most everything,” she laughed.

“Trust me, you’re the best. Now let me grab a towel and clean you up.”