Comes Now the Wicked Woodsman (8 page)

"The way your pussy smelled this morning." A soft, menacing laugh exposed my transparency. "The way it smells right now."

He burrowed past my hair and the collar of my coat to nuzzle my neck.

"Every pore on your skin is breathing out arousal, tickling my nose. Every time you visit, it permeates the house."

I froze as his hands tugged at the buttons on my coat. His lips vibrated an angry growl against my throat with each button undone.

"I almost lost you today, had to watch that damn video of it. And now you've got his scent on you."

Cold permeated my blouse to prick my skin as Braeden pushed the coat halfway down my arms.

"Sitting in his house, on his furniture..."

The growl grew more menacing. I started to shake, the cold and my body's initial reaction to Braeden's presence having nothing to do with the tremor that ran through me.

"Shhh," he said, one hand stroking at my hair as the other found the button on my jeans. "I won't hurt you. Won't hurt him either even though I want to rip his head off."

I pushed at Braeden's hips, my attempt to move him away ineffectual with the way the coat was halfway down my arms and I couldn't maneuver it up or down.

"I want to go inside," I pleaded.

He was trying to seduce me for all the wrong reasons -- to make his sister safe, to make her happy by keeping me alive.

My body didn't know the difference.

My brain did.

"Please," I begged. "I want to go inside. I'm done talking."

A harsh laugh blew hot against my neck and then he nipped softly at the skin.

"Baby, so am I."

His hand stopped stroking my hair. The fingers threaded through the strands and then closed in a tight fist to control the tilt of my head. His mouth covered mine, his tongue bossing its way past my lips as a moan gurgled up my throat.

With the button on my jeans unthreaded, he slid the zipper down. I squirmed, wet for what came next but with some small, sane part of my brain rebelling against his touch.

One hand still knotted in my hair, he curled the other around my throat, his touch light and warm. His tongue probed deeper, sound vibrating through him. I didn't know if it was a groan or another growl, but I vibrated with it.

Braeden broke the hypnotic kiss to draw air.

I strained against the grip in my hair. I needed to talk sense into him, into both of us.

"What are you d-doing?"

I choked on the last word as his hand slid inside my panties to grip my mound. Squeezing roughly at my flesh, he answered.

"Courting."

Tears flushed my eyes. I wanted to shake my head but he held me too tightly.

"You hate me," I accused as the last sensations of his kiss dissolved.

He had dodged an outright admission just minutes ago, telling me his feelings didn't matter. I wouldn't let him dodge it again.

"You hate me. It's in the way you look at me, your tone of voice, the way you've handed anything to do with me off to someone else for the last five years--"

He cut me off with a snarl and another rough squeeze to my mound.

"If you really think that," he rasped, finally sliding one of his fingers between my labia to break the wet seal of my pussy, "you must be one hell of a masochist to be this ready for my cock."

How could I respond to his accusation? How could I tell Braeden I'd fallen in love with him long before he fell in hate with me? That wanting him was a habit I couldn't break?

Limp with defeat, I sagged against him.

"Heartless bastard," I whispered as Braeden lifted me off my feet, my body half slung over his shoulder as he carried me out of the stall and deeper into the barn, the animals quiet despite all our arguing.

"You're absolutely right, baby girl," he said, laying me on a fresh pile of straw and covering my body with his. Dipping his head, he glossed his lips along my neck before planting a kiss at the hollow below my ear.

"I lost my heart a long time ago."

I hated Braeden Hughes right then. Only, my body didn't care. My body ached with need.

His hands worked to soothe the ache. He stripped my coat off and placed it beneath me. My boots and jeans came off next, my hands clutching uncertainly at his shoulders as he removed the clothing.

I wanted control, but I didn't know if I wanted it over my own body or his.

"Tears aren't going to stop me," he warned, pausing for a few seconds in undressing me to cover my shaking body once more. "Tell me you don't want me in you."

Smoothing a hand between us, he parted my labia again, his fingers rubbing between their slick folds. "Say it's not me you're wet for."

The more he talked and touched, the harder I shook.

"I didn't think so," he murmured, surfing down my body to my bare lower half.

Face between my parted thighs, he inhaled deeply. "Just you baby, just the smell of your sweet pussy filling my senses."

Damn, he was slaying me, the catch in his voice making my imagination run wild. At last I was glad we were in the dark where I couldn't see him, even if he could see me. It had been his hard stares, gruff tones and pulling away that had bloodied my heart the last five years.

In the dark, all I had to judge by was his touch and scratchy voice.

Right then, both were telling me he was aroused. I didn't care why, was too far gone from his touch to remember my objections.

My hips lifted as his nose skimmed the fur of my sex. His beard roughly tickled my thighs. I jerked with fresh need at the sensation it produced. I moaned, pushed higher. His hands slid along my legs. Reaching my thighs, he pressed them further apart, splaying my pussy open. His mouth moved lower, covering what he had just exposed with his firm, pouty lips and warm tongue.

Groaning need bubbled in my throat. I wrapped my hands around his head, the hair too short to fist. My thighs pressed inward. He stopped holding them open, freeing his fingers to tease the hole his tongue had been busy exploring.

Jerking with need, I let go of his head and wrapped my arms around my chest, hugging myself tight to keep from screaming out his name or how I wanted his cock in me, fucking me, filling me with his come as I contracted around him, my own release raging through me.

"First this," he murmured, licking a hard line up my clit as if he'd been reading my mind. Pushing two thick fingers into my clutching pussy, he growled his next warning. "Then this."

Yeah, I thought, forcing myself to take a deep breath. I was good with that plan. Exhaling, I reached down and smoothed one palm against the crown of his head as my other hand reached up and fisted my own hair. His tongue repeated the line he had just stroked, freeing the whimper stuck in my throat.

His fingers retreated from my pussy then slid back in, three thick and twisting. I started to quake. This was exactly what it was supposed to feel like, this chipping away of muscle and bone until his fingers and tongue took that final stroke and I disintegrated all at once.

"Braeden..." I whispered, his name turning into a moan when I repeated it a second later.

He moaned with me, the sound vibrating against the sensitive, swollen clit as he buried his fingers all the way down to their base and began to shake them furiously inside of me. I screamed out. A whole body contraction cut the scream in half as my climax slammed through me. I seized, my body rocking from the force of his mouth and fingers, the butting of his shoulders against the back of my thighs as he drove me harder, whipping the cresting waves of my release higher.

My clit danced with the same contractions that had my pussy sucking rhythmically around his vibrating fingers. Tears leaked from the corners of my eyes, my mind so blank I was starting to see things that weren't there, like the night sky shining above the barn roof.

Body crashing from an overload of pleasure, I collapsed deeper into the straw, incoherent words sliding off my tongue. Braeden darted up, his lips wet with my juices as he claimed my mouth and his tongue began to wrestle with mine.

He slid a hand between us, my brain taking a few seconds to realize he was freeing his cock from his jeans. Trying to help him, I pushed at the fabric hugging his hips as I spread my thighs further apart.

"Fuck, I can't think," he said, breaking the kiss. "Can't breathe...can't do anything but feel you..."

Together, we wrestled his jeans past the curve of his muscular ass. My nails sank into the firm skin and urged him to enter me.

"Slow, baby," he murmured against my neck, his teeth pinching at the skin in warning.

I didn't want slow. I wanted him in me, coming, claiming me before whatever it was that had separated us the last five years reared its ugly head once more.

"Baby, I just tested how tight you are," he warned, his voice a spine tingling mix of rasp and growl. "We can't rush this part."

Frustrated, I drew my hands up and wrapped my arms around my head, my face turning so I could bite at my fleshy bicep. Feeling the tentative push of his cock against my opening, I bit harder.

Damn, he was big.

Body curling to open space between us, I reached down and wrapped my hands around the thick shaft. I sucked in a lungful of air and held it.

"Yeah," he rasped, licking at my throat. "And you're going to take every last inch of it.'

The air left me in a racing whoosh. My thighs melted to the side and my hands smoothed their way up to rest lightly against the small of his back. He pushed again, slow and steady as the big head force the muscles gating my pussy to submit.

Braeden bit along my jaw, the short bursts of pain distracting me from the relentless stretching of my sex as the head of his cock finally breached my entrance. Gingerly pushing forward and up, he strained me wider while his lips ghosted across my shut eyelids.

Stuffed full of the man I'd been fantasizing about almost half my life, I brought my arms up and draped them around his shoulders. I was almost sad that he was in me because that meant the act was nearly done.

Sensing the change in me, his lips caressed my ear as he shushed my thoughts.

"Just feel me in you, Paisley," he urged. "Feel your body molding around me, stroking me, enjoying me inside you."

Fuck, yes. My body -- my pussy -- was enjoying the hell out of him. But that didn't stop a fresh stream of tears from trailing down the sides of my face.

He kissed at them, his tender admonishments to stay with him, to be present in the moment, fading as I started to tremble. He pulled back, the fat crown tugging painfully at my gate as he sought to pull out entirely.

"No," I begged, apologizing for my tears.

Braeden shook his head but didn't finish his retreat.

"I shouldn't have brought you out here..."

My chest seized, nothing physical about the pain that drew the muscles tight.

"You can't stop," I cried. "If you ever cared the least little bit about me, you can't stop."

Growling, he buried his face against my neck. There were no nibbling bites to distract me when he pushed back in, burying his cock deep inside. No licks warmed my flesh and no lips ghosted across my skin.

Each stroke wrecked me anew, the fat head both a battering ram and an anchor that kept him from slipping out. My pussy coiled around the thick shaft, my muscles sucking and tugging. He breathed harsh against my neck, his fingers coiled in my hair and pulling my head back with each thrust until my throat was fully exposed.

His teeth grazed over the flesh, the threat of him rending my throat open only making my body wind tighter around his cock. I had no doubt his size and relentless fury would leave me sore for days, but the burn that ignited my pussy was too sweet to regret.

Even the sinking of his teeth into the top curve of my shoulder couldn't stop my cresting passion. Groaning, I wrapped my legs around his strong hips, one ankle hooking the heel of my other foot so I had him trapped inside me.

He bit harder, the skin threatening to break. It didn't stop my squirming, didn't keep me from moving with him, deepening his thrusts as I ground against his shaft until his balls slapped heavily against my ass.

"Don't stop," I whimpered, eyes threatening to roll back and stare at my brain as my entire body condensed into one small pocket of flesh riding his cock.

Jerking my head toward his, Braeden devoured my mouth with a kiss, his growling rumbling down my throat as his hands moved wildly through my hair. Our flesh slapped at one another and then I stopped and just squeezed, my arms holding onto him for dear life as the first wave of my climax pounded against me, pushed me under and held me there in darkness with an unquenchable need.

I shuddered, shook, felt his cock jerk inside me and then the sticky warmth of his come filling me. Another jerk, my pussy holding him so snugly I could feel his climax roll through his cock before another thick spurt entered me and then another.

A few seconds later, our bodies drained, I unlocked my limbs from him. Still on top of me, he tried to brush at my hair and kiss at my cheek. I burrowed against the straw until it was his body sinking and I was on my knees, pawing around me.