A Mess of Reason (24 page)

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

SCOUT

Her body bucks up against mine, legs
wrapping around me, hands pulling my ass into her. Her eyes, her
lips, her sweet low moans as she says my name in hushed tones and
seductive gasps—beguiling. Every breath is a mirror of my own.
She’s voracious, her carnal need matching mine. Her stamina,
desire, and urges are unyielding, feeding my desperation to fill
her as we make love for the second time with ravenous
decadence.

“So tight…so wet. Oh fuck, Tess.”

She consumes my lips, her mouth fucking me
as hard as I am her sex. Our wet, sliding slaps of skin against
skin collide in torrential power-loving swells of urge.

“Scout, oh, please…I’m…”

I inhale her as she nears her climax, her
eyes barely able to stay open. Her head falls back in ecstasy as
she’s transported with animal-like need to another plateau.

“Let go, Tess, let go.” I pump into her with
vigor, claiming my own alarmingly intense orgasm. “Fuck, Tess, I’m
coming. Oh God…”

Her wet, limp body drapes like silk beneath
mine, her breathing jagged and hot against my chest. Her heartbeat
is like a fireball moving through space.

“You’re kind of my hero, brave girl, you
know that?” I nearly choke on my words—I’m that delirious.

“Thanks, but I think it’s more like you’re
mine. You helped me find me.” Her hands slide up and down my body,
making it feel as if she’s melting into me.

“You were always in there. Sometimes it
takes another person who loves you really hard to help you notice
yourself.” I pull her hard into my body while planting kisses on
her flushed, sweaty face. “You know, I’ve never had a choice about
how much I love you. I’ve never been very good at steering my
heart,” I tell her as my insides swell in recognition that we’re
lying in contended unison, just as I’ve wanted for most of my
life.

“Guess I never had a choice either, though I
did try to stronghold mine. Once a bull rider, always a bull rider.
We did it. I mean, crazy, right? We’re finally here.” A small,
dizzy smile skates across her face, then blossoms into a wide,
committed grin.

“Yeah, I like your kind of crazy, baby.
Looks like somebody deserves a new bubblegum-machine ring,” I
whisper as I skate my hands across the texture of her sides.

“And maybe my very own Hostess vending
machine with free monthly refills.” She’s giggling, and it’s the
sweetest, most heartwarming thing I could possibly imagine. She
made it through a window. Well, more than that: she made it over a
mountain. A mountain she never thought she could see the other side
of. In her fear of reveal, she’d forgotten who she was. I knew all
along that she couldn’t bury her diamond-like soul in a cave of
fear. She’s all light and goodness; she’ll always find a surface to
shine on.

“Hostess: done. Your ass could use some
cream.” Not that I meant the innuendo, but now that it’s rolled off
my tongue, I really would love to have my way with her
hindquarters.

“Such a perv. I love you for it.” She smacks
me in the chest, following it with a punch.

“Yeah. I do. And to be clear, I really do.”
I grab her wrist as she’s about to punch me again. “I’ve kidnapped
you, so these next few days…ahhh, Tess, Tess, Tess, I’m gonna have
you like the Berenstain Bears, baby. Inside, outside, upside down.
So much time to make up for, so much to discover.”

“Good thing you’re citing children’s books
because we forgot a little something in our haste.” She’s cringing,
covering her face with both hands. But I didn’t forget— I knew all
along and not for a minute was I going to make love to her any
other way but bareback.

“No, we didn’t forget anything.”

“You knew and you didn’t stop? I’m off the
pill. What if…?”

“What if? What if I love you so much that
all I want to do is make you happy? What if I want you to be the
only woman I ever make love to again? What if you got pregnant on
the very first time we ever made love? What if we had a whole bunch
of babies that all have your gorgeous eyes and delicious lips and
your brilliant brains and sweet tight ass and your smart mouth, and
my throwing arm?”

“You’d be okay with that? I mean, if I got
pregnant. That doesn’t freak you out?”

“Nothing about that freaks me out. Nothing
about us freaks me out. You dazzle me…always have, always will,
Tess Harlow.”

“Scout, I… Oh my God, really?”

“I’m committed. Really, sweetheart. I mean
all of it, every word. I hope it happens.”

She shoots up to a sitting position just
next me, tracing her hands up and down my body, from my nipples to
the root of my cock, her eyes filling with glittering tears, lips
quivering. She has no idea that I’m mapping all of her, branding
this moment to my memory as the candlelight flickers across her
skin. Every inch of her imperfectly beautiful body lures me in, and
the second I think that thought, her arms fly up across her
chest.

“Hey, hey. Hi there, I’ve been making love
to you for the last hour, looking at your gorgeous self. I just
told you that I didn’t wear a condom on purpose, that I knew what I
was doing. Now listen, come here. No, no, no, you don’t get to do
this.” I take her arms into my hands and kiss them. “We’re not
going live in half-truths. We just made love, and it moved the
earth inside of me, and I hope to fucking hell it did you, too. You
can’t hide from me now. Please don’t try to take anything away from
what we just experienced together. That would kill me inside. I
love you—I love all of you. You can’t be afraid of me if I’m going
to love you this hard. You can’t hide from me. Please, baby, tell
me you won’t do that. I know this was hard for you, but tell me it
was beautiful, too. Tell me the beauty and the intimate connection
won out over your fear?”

Her eyes search my face and she seems
momentarily wordless, trying to process everything. It’s a lot—this
whole dam day is quite a lot, I know.

“I’m sorry… It’s all so new to me. Remember,
you’re the first one to see me like this. I’m twenty-nine years
old. I’ve had sex with, oh, I don’t know…”

“I don’t want to know.”

“Fifteen guys. Oooh, I thought you kind
of…knew.”

“No guy wants to know once it’s over
five…no, three. Just…let’s not go there. I don’t want to think
about any guy inside of you.”

“Fine, well, anyway, not one of them ever
felt my breasts, much less saw them. Forgive me if I slip up once
in a while. And for the record, even though I’ve had my fair share
of sex…that was the best ever.”

“It was for me, too. Best ever…because I
adore you, and I feel electric with you.”

“I knew it would be and I had it all built
up in my mind…and it was. It met every expectation and then
some.”

“You liked my tongue too, right? Don’t lie.
Now, that was a gorgeous orgasm to witness.”

“‘Liked’? Your tongue blew itself out of the
water. Your tongue is like its own little fantasy island. And for
the record, the unchartered territories…um, I’ve…never done that.
But whoa…please, sir, can I have some more back door!”

“What?”

“You know, a rimmer, in combination with
your well skilled, roving fingers. Jesus. Not your first time
around a woman’s anatomy.”

I think my laugh startles her. But I can’t
help it. She’s fucking adorable. And slightly flustered by how much
she liked that I licked the forbidden love ring. There’s not an
ounce of her flesh that I’m going to miss.

“What? You told me you’ve done anal—and that
you like it—so I figured… Are you serious? Never?”

“Yup. But holy smokes.”

“Woman, you are sexy…having you in that
position makes it pretty fucking hard not to want to lick every
inch of you.”

“So you’re pretty free about exploring,
then?” She’s stroking my flaccid cock, her fingers going
everywhere—under my balls, my head, the shaft. I don’t think I’ll
be soft for long.

“Oh, honey, you’re going to learn a few
things about me in the next few days that we’ve never talked
about.”

“So all these years you’ve been holding back
when we’ve swapped sex stories?” she says as she fingers my ass.
Looks like I’ll need a faster–than-normal recovery time with
Tess…my little pleasure-seeker.

“I wouldn’t say holding back. We were just
friends; I didn’t think you needed to know—ah, oh God, Tess, that’s
nice—certain naughty things.”

“Such as? I like naughty. We always talked
naughty. You were holding back!” She climbs between my legs, then
takes me into her mouth.

“You’ll have to wait and see. I’d much
rather show you than tell you. Mmm, that’s nice. Ohhhh, I love
being with you…like this.”

“Me too. Skin on skin…I just didn’t know how
I ever could.” Her head’s on my belly, eyes to mine, and she
handles my cock exquisitely in her hand, a lazy, sweet smile on her
face. She’s my heaven.

“Shhhh. Do you hear that, Tess?”

“Hear what?”

“You hear all that love? Your heartbeat
dancing with mine, our skin melting together, sliding… You hear how
my skin loves yours? The sound of your legs moving along my thigh,
against the sheets. Your smile…I love hearing you smile because
you’re in my arms. I’ve been waiting to hear these sounds my whole
life. The sounds of us.”

I’ve always loved a woman’s flesh under my
touch, but this makes me give into my craving lust like never
before.

“No wonder you’re such an amazing
songwriter. Nice work—I’m wet for you again.” She sits up,
straddles me, and yes, she’s wet and ready…and amazing to watch as
she writhes on top of me.

“Why, Miss Harlow… Yes, you are wet.”

“I love all your gooey inside parts as much
as I love your rugged and polished outside parts. I especially like
this hard part that seems to be getting harder under me. Yeah, I
really like that part. Mmm…ready for another?”

She slides herself along my cock, riding it
as though we’ve been fucking for years—and yeah, I’m ready for
round three. But first this.

“I have a rule.”

“What’s with you and all the rules lately?”
she asks.

I might not make it to the explanation if
she keeps riding me the way she is.

“I like being in charge and you’ve been
needing a can of whoop ass anyway.” I cup her asscheeks in my hands
while sliding into her. I can’t resist it another minute. “Oh,
fuck, you feel so good…so tight. The rule is, I need you like this
all the time. Naked.”

“Naked? Oh, this feels good. Damn, you’re so
hard. I hope you’ve got lots of stamina for tonight…I want to fuck
all night.” She slows her thrusts to a deep grind, but I keep mine
moving. She feels like a vise on my cock.

“Lots of stamina and yes, naked. For the
rest of the time we’re here, naked. This is Mission Desensitize
Tess. Put your feet on me. Yeah…oh God. Is that too deep?” I ask
after she places her feet onto my chest, giving me the freedom to
go deeper in. She leans back, arching her breasts up.

“Oh, fuck, it’s good. Christ, you’re big,
Scout. I mean,
big
-big. Wait…naked? Not even panties?”

“Fuck, Tess. So good… I’m big, you’re
tight…nirvana. You feel that? How deep I am? Panties are fine.
Yeah, wear panties. I like peeling them off of you.”

“Yeah. Oh…oh…I like how deep… I’ve noticed
you like ripping panties off of me. Those were one-hundred-dollar
panties.” She’s moving faster, hips gliding with mine in perfect
rhythm. I always knew when we finally fucked it would be like
dancing with her, that she’d know my body as instinctively as I
know hers. But I didn’t how good. Life force good.

“That was a priceless feast. Worth the panty
shred. I missed nothing. I washed every inch of you…and I loved it.
God, you taste good. Oh, Tess, fuck… I—I’m too…” I pull out and
flip her onto her knees because all this talk of ripping her
panties off, licking her ass, and other goodness makes me want to
fuck her from the back side.

“Head down, ass up: the way I like to eat
you. Higher. Yeah, like that, sweetheart. Gorgeous…” I grab her
hips while sliding in. I love fucking this way—it’s my favorite—but
to have Tess like this… Oh Jesus. I’m pulling her onto me in hard,
deep thrusts, and every one of them is answered in a moan. Those
noises coming from her…hell, if that doesn’t make me just ram into
her as hard as I can and come right this very minute.

“That okay, baby? Too hard?” I feel
balls-deep, and she takes it all, every single inch of me, every
thrust, every grind.

“No, I want it hard…harder.” She bucks her
ass against me. The sight of my cock slamming into her makes my
primal urges soar.

“Can you come like this? Because I’m going
to…but not without you.”

“I can with my vibrator.” Oh hell yeah… Tess
with a vibrator: let the fun begin. I mean, come on—watching my
baby get herself off while I’m sinking it into her from behind? I
thought I was hard before. Titanium.

“Where is it?”

“My red trunk. Hurry…”

“I’ll get it. Keep going.”

When I walk back into the room Tess is head
down, ass in the air, just as I’d left her, and oh, sweet Jesus,
her legs are spread, her hand buried in her pussy. I don’t want to
do anything but let time stand still so I can watch her pleasuring
her gorgeous self, because her little moans and the way her ass is
moving back and forth…that messy mop of hair against the rumpled
white sheets…porn has nothing on this moment. This, my friends, is
erotic art—and my woman is the Moan(a) Lisa. I’m searing this
vision into my memory as I climb onto the bed to help her out—I’m a
gentleman, after all. I’d never leave a lady stranded…especially
not one in this position.

“Tess…so damn beautiful,” I tell her as I
slide back into her.

“Scout. Ohhh yeah…”

“You still want your vibrator?”

“Yeah. Oh God yeah, you feel so good….”