It’s a bizarre urge. It’s completely involuntary. Primal and heathen. But I refuse to not listen to it. I let my claws run down his chest, over his torso and then grip his girth in the palm of my hand. He hisses and bucks his hips like he’s been waiting a lifetime to be touched. I let go as I dismount and stand in front of him, swiftly shimmying my shorts to the floor. His eyes are hungry as he stares meup and down, head to toe, then settles on my core. “Do you know how hard I’m fucking fighting to stay sitting right now? I bet that’s a wet pussy, baby…” He bites the center of his bottom lip.
“You’re not wrong, boss—but since this is my first time, I get to call a few shots, and that black Andalusian horse is begging to get inside my mouth.” I drop to my knees and move forward, but he stops me.
“What did you just call my cock?” The look on his face is absolutely devious, and his golden brown eyes have sparked an even brighter flame. I know he just wants me to say it again.
“You heard me. Rare, magnificent, velvety soft and callin’ my name.” Then I reach for it, gripping it in my palm again as I run my tongue from base to tip. I feel it flex and stiffen further as I do. His look is dark and hard. Part shock and awe, partI’m going to explode if you don’t keep going.So I do. I wrap my lips around his beautiful head and on instinct, bob up and down his shaft. Sucking and whipping my tongue around him as I do. I cradle the large package hanging beneath with my opposite hand and he lets me have my fun for a minute longer. My time is up when he groans, lifts me off and puts me back on his lap.
He growls and reaches under my hair to grasp the nape of my neck, pulling me to him. His mouth captures mine and he’s ravenous. I don’t pull back; I don’t want to, I can’t. He’s taking me, but I’m not scared. I feel like he needs me as much as I need him, though something inside says he might need me even more. “Watching you go down on me is too much, and I refuse to let go before Ifeel what’s between those pretty thighs.” His fingers dig into my hips and his powerful arms lift me up, holding me directly over his cock. “Whenever you’re ready, cowgirl. Yeah, that’s right…cowgirl.I’ve never met a man that’s come close to being as tough as you—and I’ve fought with heroes. I never want to hear you call yourself a cowboy again. Drop into this saddle and ride like the wild woman you are—and don’t stop until the wind knocks you off this horse.”
I do as he commands, and I drop.
The sound that escapes my throat isn’t one I’ve ever made before. It’s a gasp, a quiet scream, a moan. I’m convinced if I wasn’t this wet, there’s no way I’d be able to slide down further. It’s not pain—just a burn that feels like ecstasy as I stretch around him. I roll and rock my hips, working him deeper into me. He thrusts when I pause and together we make it fit. When I’ve completely swallowed his length, a deep sigh of satisfaction leaves us both breathless for a moment…and then I ride, just like he told me to.
Gripping his shoulders to steady me, I fly—hips forward, then back. My knees and his massive cock as my anchor. I swing, and he bucks. His sexy, rough hands touching every other part of my body. Squeezing my ass, my thighs, my belly, my tits. His mouth is all over me too, and then it’s colliding with my own. Demolishing anything tender about a kiss. His hands are in my hair and I feel him tug as they ball into fists out of pure, primal need. Then he pulls his lips away.
“Dixie…” He growls, chest rising and falling. “I want to stay gentle with you, I don’t want to hurt you, but like I said—I’m possessed and hungry. Tell me you meant it when you said I could take you however I want…” His eyes have turned black. I slide my own fingers up his neck, through his beard and into his hair, then pull. My own eyes darkening, my tone firm when I say,
“I meant it. Now show me what being owned by a possessed lover feels like—Boss.” Then it happens—he loses control. He’s standing, lifting us both and carrying me through the house, his dick still secure inside me. When he reaches my room, he uses his foot to kick the door open. A few seconds later I’m on the bed, flat on my back, and he’s on top of me—his arms caging me in. The power of his thrusts is like a healing balm to my soul. He’s erasing every horrible memory I havelike thisand replacing it with a new one. The rain pounds on my window and I feel it washing away the filth of that night, long ago.
I scream this time, wildly and without shame. A woman who’s been through hell and back, not being robbed ofanything—but givingeverythingto a man who sheknowswill protect it all. His name is on my lips repeatedly.Chris, Chris, Chris.He holds himself over me, his arms pinning mine above my head. His lips and tongue kissing, licking, nipping and worshiping wherever he puts his mouth on me. My orgasm is climbing, about to burst into a million stars and I know he’s close too.
His voice drops lower than I’ve ever heard it before. It’s deeper and more sure than the thunder that started this whole thing. “I want you to know, Dixie Wilder, that when I come inside of you tonight, it’s a promise.”Thrust.“I’m yours. All of me. Until the last day I take a fuckin’breath on this earth.”Thrust.“You have my protection, my loyalty, my family, my home.”Thrust.“And when you come apart with me, here in this room, there’s not a world where youdon’tcome back together in my arms afterward.”
I nod my head furiously, gasping for air as the most glorious orgasm I’ve ever experienced rolls through me. My back arches and my throat opens as I moan. “That’s it baby, let it ride.” He coaxes me on. Then his entire body shakes too, as he throws one last thrust. And somehow I feel whole, for the first time in my entire life, I’m not empty.
Chapter Thirty
She’s still wrapped in my arms as I open my eyes with the sun. We’re in her bed, tangled up in just a sheet, as naked as we were last night giving ourselves to each other during that thunderstorm. I wasn’t searching for it… Hell, when Toby handed me her application, I never could’ve imagined this is where the summer would take me. But I’m not mad about it. I’m damn satisfied. I feel her nuzzle my chest with her cheek. “Mmmm…” She breathes. “Now that I’ve seen every inch of you—I can say for certain, all of you, is my favorite part.” A deep chuckle rumbles through my chest and it feels so damn good to have a woman laying on me again.
“Oh, really?” I ask looking down at her, using the crook of my finger to guide her chin upward so I can see her pretty face.
“Yes.” She smiles and points out every part of me, explaining thewhyof her reasoning. She loves how my beard feels all over her skin, loves the wrinkles at the corners of my eyes and the way they glint when I’mthinking naughty things. She loves my chest, shoulders and biceps—and demanded Inevershave my torso. She’s in luck because over my dead fuckin’ body will I ever shave what makes me a man.
As she traces her fingers over the feathers on my left forearm, I ask her about her mother. “How did your mom die?” Dixie pushes against my chest to sit herself up and when I see the melancholy expression on her face, I almost regret asking. But she nods, reassuring me it’s okay.
“See that pond out the window?” I sit up to look.
“Yeah…”
“She walked in and the angels took her home. That’s what my nanny told me. They found her body though. I was only six years old. Now I know how awfulhewas to her, and I can understand how someone could be missing their right mind after that. He picked her up at a truck stop in Dixie Georgia, got her pregnant with me, and never looked at her again. My nanny told me the story when I was a little older, before she passed away too. I don’t know what my mom’s life looked like before he found her, but it must’ve been a sad one. I don’t blame her, I just wish she would’ve stayed... for me.”
She falls back down on my chest, and I hold her for a little longer. “You’re a conqueror, Dixie, never question that.”
Chapter Thirty-One
“Ready to go?” I hear his deep timbre coming down the hall. Chris strides into the bathroom where I’ve been getting ready and smirks, then whistles as he eyes me through the reflection in the mirror. “Listen, blondie, I’ve never seen you with a lick of makeup on, you don’t need it, you knock me on my ass with your beauty every time. But damn that lipstick adds a little frosting.” He winks and gives my ass a smack while I’m still bent over the sink, looking for any mess ups I might’ve made putting on this face.
“I picked it up with the whiskey last night, thank you very much. Thought I’d play the part since we’re dealing with all the snooty, falooty financial shit at the bank today.” I stand up straight, grab the sides of my belt and wiggle my butt to make sure everything is secure. I’ve got my normal jeans and a button up top on. There were a few to choose from, and I picked a yellow one today. It’s tucked in so it doesn’t interfere with the gun on my hip. I lift my tan hat off the towel hook behind me and sit it onmy head. I have natural waves, but added a few curls to my hair, and it looks pretty, if I do say so myself. He grins and bends to give me a kiss.
“Careful, boss—don’t ruin the lips.”
“Later.” He growls and goes for my cheek instead. We exit the bathroom and head toward the door to leave. I take all the papers the lawyer left. I need the code on the back of one of ‘em.
“How are Addie and Lettie doing?” I talk and walk as we make our way to the truck and climb inside. I’ve got two cowgirl boots on my feet for the first time in weeks and damn it feels amazing. I don’t feel any pain in my right ankle and that tells me, it was about damn time.
“Lythie sent a text this morning, they’re doing great. Justin would also like to report that Blaze is ready to be ridden again. So when we get back, that’ll be the first thing on your agenda.” I smile from ear to ear because I miss that girl. We pull into the parking lot of the bank and before I can unbuckle my seatbelt, Chris is out of his and opening my door. He reaches inside, turning me to face him. He pushes my knees apart and steps between them, then puts his fingers in my hair. His voice is deep and tender. “Dixie…you know I can’t let you walk in there alone.” I nod my head, because I know. The independent girl I was a few days ago, cannot coexist with a sheepdog.
“I know, boss.” The side of his mouth hitches as his protective hands come around my waist, lifting me out of the truck, and placing my feet on the ground.
