Down & Dirty (Bundle) (18 page)

Oliver had been setting new speed records
for farm chores since Hazel first set foot in his house, and
tonight was no exception. He grinned as he bounded up the front
steps in search of his future bride.

He followed her scent through the house and
found her in the bedroom, her clothing in a pile on the floor. She
reclined on the pillows, her dark hair fanned out over the white
linens, and his entire body tightened. “Comfortable?”

“
A little cold.” She held
out both hands to him, and they trembled a little. “Come warm me
up?”

It took him a minute to get out of his
boots, and he watched her as he reached for his shirt. “I’m coming,
love.” It felt like he’d been waiting forever to get her in his bed
when they could think clearly, and he wasn’t going to rush
anything.

Faint color tinged her cheeks, and she
shifted her arms slightly as if to cover her body. “I get nervous
when you stare at me. I never know what you’re thinking.”

He’d never been one to share what he was
thinking. “You look beautiful, and I’ve been waiting for this.”

“
You have?” She sounded
almost surprised.

His shirt hit the floor, and he unbuckled
his belt. “It’s why I kept going too slow when you had the fever.
Why I wasn’t --” Oliver cleared his throat, ashamed that she had to
wonder how much he wanted her. “I wanted to make love to you.”

“
Oh.” The color in her
cheeks deepened, but she rose to her knees and held out her hands
again. “Come here. I want to help.”

He walked over and cupped her face as he
stood in front of her. “I love you. And I want to marry you.”

Hazel reached up and covered his hands with
her own, and they seemed so small over his. “Then we’ll get
married. Soon.”

“
As soon as you’re ready.”
He guided her hands down to his trousers. Her fingers fumbled a
little, but she managed. As she began to free the small row of
buttons, she leaned forward and brushed her lips over his
chest.

His head fell back, and he slipped one hand
into her hair. Need overwhelmed him as Hazel loosened his pants. He
wanted to go slowly, to do all the things he’d wanted to before.
Now her abandon -- her submission -- challenged his resolve.

He felt the sting of teeth a moment before
slim, warm fingers wrapped around his cock. “Tell me what you
want.”

He growled low in his throat. “Lie
down.”

She lifted her head and stared at him for
several tense heartbeats, her brown eyes hot with the slightest
hint of challenge. But she moved without argument, sinking back to
the bed without taking her gaze from his.

His heart pounded. “Grab the headboard.”

Another pause, longer this time, and her
heart pounded as loudly as his as she lifted deceptively slender
arms and curled her fingers around the wooden headboard.

Oliver struggled to keep his breathing even
as he dropped his pants and underwear beside the bed and crawled up
beside her. “Close your eyes.”

Her eyebrows came together. “I want to watch
you.”

Her defiance triggered something in him,
deep and primal, and he growled and bared his teeth. “In a minute.
Right now, close your eyes.”

She reacted to the low command with a shiver
and a flush that stole down her neck. Her tongue darted out to wet
her lower lip, and finally she closed her eyes with a soft, aroused
noise.

He started with her throat, feathering
tender kisses over her soft skin as he stroked her upraised arms.
“Every single inch of you, Hazel. Nothing untouched.”

“
And all of it yours,” she
whispered, submission slightly tempered by her next words. “You
know, when I want it to be.”

He smiled against the upper curve of her
breast. “But only then?”

“
Mmm.” She rubbed her legs
together, as if trying to relieve the growing arousal that filled
his senses. “It’s your job to make sure I want to be
yours.”

“
You will.” He turned his
attention to her breasts, licking and sucking her nipples to hard
points. When her skin was wet from his mouth, he blew across it and
groaned when she cried out and squirmed under his touch.

She was panting already, so aroused she
whimpered when he lifted one leg and drew his tongue past her knee
and up the inside of her thigh. “You said you wanted my tongue
inside you. Do you still want that?”

“
Yes. God, yes.
Please.”

His tenuous grip on control slipped a
little, and he bit her hip. “I’m going to fuck you with my mouth,
darlin’. I want to feel you come.”

Her eyes popped open, and she stared down at
him with naked lust. “That should take about twenty seconds.”

“
Then you’ll do it again.”
He guided her legs over his shoulders and pushed her thighs apart.
“A lot.”

She groaned, tilted back her head and lifted
her hips in a desperate plea. “I want to feel it again,” she choked
out, her voice hoarse. “It was so good… you’re so good at it.”

The words made his chest swell with pride
and satisfaction. “Better, darlin’. Now.” He bent his head and
teased her with tiny licks, finally barely touching her clit. Her
body twisted again, and he had to tighten his fingers on her hips
to keep her still.

“
It was never the mating,”
she whispered suddenly, her voice cracking on another tiny moan.
She lifted her head and sought his gaze, and lust wasn’t the only
thing in her eyes this time. “I’ve needed you forever. I’ve
wanted
you
forever.”

Only a few short weeks ago, those words
would have sent panic lancing through him. Now, they brought only
warmth, and he smiled. “I figured that part out. About both of
us.”

Her breathing hitched. “I want to watch
you.”

“
Prop up on the pillows,”
he whispered.

It took a little bit of wiggling, but a few
moments later she was half reclined against the pillows. She
reached down and smoothed her fingers through his hair, and her
lips tugged up in a tender little smile. “You’re going to have to
tie me down next time. I can’t keep myself from touching you.”

"I don't mind." He nibbled at her thigh,
giving her time for her arousal to subside a little. If she wanted
a show, he'd give her a show.

Her fingers tightened in his hair, tugging a
little. “Why’d you stop?”

“
Because it’ll be better
when I start again.”

“
That makes no damn sense,
Oliver Russell.”

He rubbed his thumb over her clit in a slow,
firm circle that brought her hips off the bed and wrenched a soft
gasp from her. “Does it now?”

“
I stand corrected.” Her
tongue snuck out to wet her full lower lip. “Hope you don’t mind
teaching me all the dirty things I don’t know yet. You seem pretty
good at them.”

“
I’m motivated.” So was his
cock. It throbbed so painfully he had to move just to try and
relieve the aching pressure. His patience slipped a little, and he
leaned down to tongue her clit.

Her throaty cry filled his
ears, and he had to grip her hips again to still her writhing.
“More,” she pleaded in a husky whisper that sounded like surrender.
“Please…
please --
”

Oliver froze for a second and then thrust
his tongue inside her with a growl.

Only his hands kept her from bucking off the
bed. She groaned and twisted against the bed, her fingers clenched
in his hair tight enough to hurt. “Is this how you feel? Is this
how hot it is when you watch me suck your cock?”

“
Probably.” He twitched at
the mere memory of her soft lips and quick pink tongue on his cock.
“It’s pretty fucking hot, sweetheart.”

She shivered, and that dangerous little
tongue swiped at her lips again. “There’s a way we can both do it
at the same time, isn’t there? I mean, no one ever got too precise
with the particulars, since Lottie got annoyed when anyone told me
the lurid details, but I thought -- I mean, can we…?”

His breath caught, and he nodded as he rose.
“Come here. It’s easier if -- Here.” He lifted her over him as he
dropped to the bed on his back. “Like this.”

She ended up straddling his chest, and she
glanced back over her shoulder with a slightly puzzled look that
faded as her eyes widened. A wicked smile tugged at her lips.
“Well, a lot of things make sense now.” And with that cryptic
statement she twisted and bent down to wrap her mouth around the
head of his cock.

Oliver groaned and caught himself before he
tightened his hands too hard around her thighs. Instead, he gritted
his teeth and pulled on Hazel’s hips, trying to get her closer to
his mouth. When he could reach, he drew his tongue over her in one
long stroke and growled again.

Her whimpers were ten times hotter when they
vibrated against his cock. She rocked a bit, trying to get closer
to his tongue, and her mouth slipped lower to encase another inch
of him in wet heat.

He had to push her harder, to drive her
closer to orgasm so he could follow. He thrust one finger inside
her and nipped at her thigh.

Hazel’s head snapped up and she let out a
choked noise and rocked again. “God, Oliver, I’m -- I’m going to
--” Another moan, and she dropped her forehead to his thigh as her
pussy clenched around his finger. “I -- I don’t want to hurt you by
mistake --”

“
Just don’t bite,” he
rasped, and slid another finger into her. “Don’t stop, Hazel. I
want to come with you.”

Small, strong fingers curled around the base
of his cock as she lifted her head. She stroked him once, the
movement jerky and uncoordinated. “I’ll try --”

Her mouth returned, hot but hesitant. Her
hand continued its trembling strokes as she sucked at him. She was
tense and trembling, so close to the edge he knew he could push her
over with a few careful caresses.

“
I trust you.” He plunged
his tongue into her pussy.

She came hard and fast. Her body trembled
above his, and her hand tightened on his cock as her quiet,
desperate whimpers vibrated through him.

He tried to hold her still so he could bring
her to the peak again, but he couldn’t wait. Her mouth was hot and
the taste and scent of her filled his senses. His cock throbbed as
he climaxed, and he closed his teeth on the curve of her ass.

Her head flew back and she reared upright
with a soft cry. Panting moans filled the room as she rocked
against him and stroked him through his climax. “Again,” she
whimpered. “Again, bite me --”

He did, this time at the soft spot where her
ass met the back of her thigh, and she made a choked noise. She
ground down against his hand, circled her hips once against his
fingers, still pressed tight to her clit, and stiffened.

She went limp as suddenly as she’d tensed,
and a moment later she rolled away, landing on her back next to
him. “Oh my God.”

Oliver could barely breathe, much less
formulate a coherent response. “Uh-huh.”

“
Was it still okay?” Her
breathlessness sounded tinged with a faint hint of nerves. “I -- I
sort of… didn’t quite…”

“
Didn’t quite
what?”

“
Keep my mouth where it was
supposed to be.”

Her words were so shocking he barked out a
laugh and sat up. “Christ, darlin’. I think your mouth was
perfect.”

“
Yeah?” She propped herself
up on her elbows and studied him as if trying to ascertain the
truth of his words. “Even though I lost control and made you come
on my chest?”

He flashed her his laziest grin. “That’s
what bathtubs are for.”

She laughed, looking absolutely debauched
with her swollen lips, disheveled hair and his seed decorating her
breasts. “Am I a bad woman for hoping you’ll fuck me there,
too?”

He rolled over to lie beside her. “Uh-uh.
You have to marry me first.”

“
I do, do I?” Her hair
spilled over her shoulder and tickled his chest when she leaned
over and brushed a kiss over the corner of his mouth. “Well we
might be in trouble, then, since I don’t think anyone’s going to
come here and marry us like this, but I don’t think I’m going to
get cleaned up without trying to molest you in your
bathtub.”

He slapped the side of her ass. “You’ll have
to go it alone, then, darlin’.”

Hazel bit his bottom lip. “I’ve been alone
for a really long time,” she whispered. “You can’t blame me for not
wanting to let go of you now.”

“
You’re not letting
go.”  Oliver wove his fingers into her hair.  “Not ever
again.”

Her eyes drifted shut, and she pressed her
forehead to his.  “It might take me a while to get used to
this.  I’ve spent an awful lot of time trying to convince
myself I shouldn’t dream about you.  I keep thinking I’m going
to wake up.”

Another stab of guilt washed through
him.  “I didn’t know.  I didn’t know a lot of
things.”

”
Just promise me you won’t
let go.”

”
I won’t let go,
darlin’.”  It would take a while for her to believe him, and
he knew it.  But he had time.  “I won’t.”

”
Mmm.”  Her voice
sounded sleepy.  “Come take a bath with me? 
Please?  We don’t have to do anything, I just don’t want to
stop touching you.”

He rolled her over onto her back. 
“Rest.  It’ll be a while, but I’ll get it ready.”  He
dropped a kiss to her cheek and climbed from the bed.