His to Claim (27 page)

“I want to show you my favorite place in the world,” Storm said as they walked toward
the glittering lake. “I had some of the best times of my life as a kid when our parents
brought us here in the summer. A big reason was because our father joined us only
on the weekends.”

Jessica squeezed his hand, knowing he must be thinking about the abusive times in
the past with his father.

“But him not being here was only part of it,” Storm continued. “It was a time when
Dane and I could just be little boys. We could actually forget about performing for
our father and being perfect little Ranier men, and just be ourselves. It’s looking
back on those times now that I realize that Dane had it just as bad as me. He didn’t
have the physical beatings, but he had to be who Dad wanted him to be because that’s
just how Dane is made.”

They walked past a stand of trees toward the water. They stepped from the stone path
onto the grass, then toward a narrow sandy beach and a comfortable-looking park bench
overlooking the water.

“You’re saying that he had to follow the rules someone else set for him,” Melanie
said. “That seems so strange because he doesn’t answer to anyone now.”

“That’s right. His survival technique was to be the one who made the rules. And to
me, that looked like he had become our father, but now I know he just wanted to become
himself. Just like I did. But Dane has compassion and understanding. He proved
that
when he took my ideas for the business and implemented them. In a way, I was being
like our father to him by being disappointed in how he ran the company before he even
got started.”

They slowed as they approached the bench and she squeezed his hand again. “But he
understood. He knew how much you needed to get away from that world. And now you’ve
found a balance.”

He stopped and pulled her into his arms, a smile on his face. “I found that balance
thanks to you.”

He kissed her, deeply and passionately, causing her toes to curl. She knew she would
never get tired of feeling his big hard body against her, and his big protective arms
around her.

His compelling blue eyes gazed deeply into hers. “If it weren’t for you, I’d still
be sitting in that corporate world instead of doing what I truly love: traveling with
the band and performing in front of enthusiastic fans.”

She grinned. “You mean ones who flash their boobs at you?”

He grinned. “Yes, there are many perks to my job.” His hand slid up her side and he
cupped her breast. “I have sexy groupies try to entice me into their beds.” His fingers
caressed her, until her nipple blossomed into a hard nub, sending heat tingling through
her. “And there’s this one that my drummer and the lead guitarist even share with
me.” He pinched her aching nipple. “That’s pretty hot.”

“As I recall,” she said, her voice a little breathless as he began to stroke her other
breast, “you only did that once and it shook you up a little.”

He chuckled. “Yeah, well I wasn’t as sure of myself back then.” He nuzzled her neck.
“But that was so hot, I might see that happening again.”

She smiled impishly. “But what if the groupie doesn’t want to.”

“Ha!” He turned her around, still holding her close to his body and his hands covered
both her breasts, caressing them firmly, his thumbs teasing her hard nipples, sending
electric thrills through her. “I happen to know this groupie will do anything I tell
her.” He slid one hand down her belly, then slipped the tips of his fingers under
her jeans, sending her pulse skyrocketing. “Isn’t that right?”

When she said nothing, still trying to catch her breath, he slid deeper, his fingers
gliding under her panties and one dipping into her slick folds.

“Isn’t that right?” he murmured again, against her ear.

“Yes, sir.” The words came out hoarse and breathy as his fingers stroked her, then
she gasped as his fingertip brushed her clit.

He laughed and drew his hand from under the denim. He gazed out over the water where
she assumed little Rafe and Dane had gone swimming together as children.

“When I was a teenager, I always dreamed of going skinny-dipping here with a girl.”
He pointed toward the lake. “See the big rock out there?”

She nodded at the sight of a large rock pushing about a half foot from the water,
the exposed surface big enough to sit on.

“We used to swim out there as kids. When I got older, and taller,” he grinned, “I
found the water only reached my chest. In fact, I realized that it was the perfect
place to … oh, let’s say get traction.”

“You mean if a couple wanted to get down and dirty in the water?”

“That’s right.” He turned her around to face him again and pressed her an arm’s length
from him. “Now take off your clothes,” he commanded.

Her breath caught. Storm had been practicing his newly found dominant abilities with
breathlessly exciting results. When he used that firm authoritative tone with her,
she melted.

She stripped off her shirt, dropping it to the grass, then unfastened her jeans and
let them fall to the ground. She stepped out of them, shivering in excitement at what
was to come. Thank God they had come to the house a day early, so there was no one
else around, because she was sure even if the house had been teeming with people who
might spy them out by the lake, she still would have stripped just as quickly if he
commanded it.

He watched intently as she unfastened her bra. When she pulled it from her body, his
hot gaze brushed across her nipples like a physical caress. She pushed down her tiny
panties and pulled them off, then handed them to him as he liked her to do.

He smiled and shoved them into the pocket of his jeans.

“Sit down on the bench.”

She sat down on the wooden surface, the smooth wood cool against her skin.

He knelt in front of her. “I want to lick you. Where would you like me to do that?”

She knew exactly where she wanted him to lick her, but she didn’t want to say, “Down
there.”

At her hesitation, he grinned. “Baby, I want to hear you talk dirty. I want to hear
you use those dirty words you wouldn’t ordinarily say.”

She nodded, but still couldn’t quite bring herself to say certain words, so she said,
“I want you to lick my breasts.”

He chuckled. “You can do better than that.” He stroked over one hard nipple and said,
“Repeat after me. ‘I want you to squeeze my tits.’”

A quiver fluttered down her spine. “I want you to squeeze my tits,” she repeated obediently.

He stroked her breasts, then squeezed lightly, his thumbs dabbing at her hard nipples.

“Now say ‘I want you to suck my tits.’”

“I want you to suck my tits,” she repeated, stumbling a little over the last word.

He leaned forward and covered one hard, aching nipple with his mouth and drew deeply.
She sucked in a breath at the exquisite pleasure.

“Now what would you like me to do?” he asked, eyebrow raised.

“I want you to … uh…” she was wet and slick between her legs and wanted him there.

He chuckled. “Say ‘I want you to lick my cunt.’”

She bit her lower lip. “I don’t really like that word.” But she knew she’d say it
if he commanded it.

He nuzzled her neck. “Because it makes you feel dirty, right?”

She gazed at him and nodded.

“Okay, then say ‘I want you to lick my pussy.’”

“I…” Her cheeks flushed. “I want you to lick my pussy.”

He grinned broadly. “Very good.” He stood up and took her hand, then drew her to her
feet, too.

“But … I thought you were going to … ah…”

He laughed. “Still need a little work, I see.” He kissed her lightly. “I rather like
this repeat-after-me game.”

He sat down on the bench. “Kneel in front of me.”

She knelt on the grass in front of him.

“Say ‘I want to…’”

“I want to…”

“‘… feel your big cockhead…’”

Her gaze dropped to the bulge forming under his jeans. “… feel your big cockhead…”

“‘… in my mouth as I suck you.’”

He took her hand and placed it on his hard erection. Then he guided her to unzip the
pants. She reached into his pants and wrapped her fingers around the thick base of
his shaft.

“… in my mouth as I suck you.” She drew out his big cock and wrapped her lips around
him, then sucked.

“Oh, fuck.” He groaned and cupped her head, then stilled it as she started to move
on him. “Now say ‘I want to…’”

She drew away from him, smiling at the effect she had on him. “I want to…”

“‘Feel your huge cock drive deep into me…’”

“Feel your huge cock drive deep into me…” she repeated. And, God, she ached for him
to do that.

“‘While you fuck me hard against the rock.’”

Oh, yeah.

“While you fuck me hard against the rock.” The words came out a little breathless
and her hold tightened on his cock.

To her surprise, he grasped her wrist and drew her hand away.

“Now say ‘I want to…’”

“I want to…” Anticipation shot through her. She couldn’t wait for him to drive into
her, but would play this game as long as he wanted her to.

“‘… ask you to…’” he said his eyes glowing.

“… ask you to…” She smiled.

“‘… marry me.’”

“… marry me,” she repeated automatically before the words fully registered. Then her
eyes widened as she realized what she’d just said.

“I … but…” she stammered.

His lips turned up in a grin. “So ask me, then.”

“I … don’t understand.” Had he just proposed?

He took her hand and kissed it. “I proposed to a woman once, down on my knees, and
it did not go well.” He shrugged. “I thought this time, I’d turn it around.”

She gazed into his intent blue eyes and realized he really did want her to ask him.

Her heart swelled. She wanted to ask him. Because she wanted to be with him forever.

She took his hand and pressed it to her chest, gazing at him solemnly. “Storm, feel
my heart beating. It’s pounding because I want you. Every time we’re together I’m
filled with need and intense desire. That’s because I want you so much. In every way.
Not just in my bed. But in my life. You are my hero in everything you do, and I know
that with your help I am growing into who I truly want to be.”

She raised his hand to her lips and kissed his palm, then entwined her fingers with
his. “Please, Storm. Will you marry me?”

He laughed joyfully, then pulled her into his arms and kissed her, his lips moving
with passion. Then suddenly, he bent down and threw her over his shoulder and stood
up. Still fully dressed he waded into the water, his hand stroking her behind.

She laughed at the craziness of it all. “You haven’t answered me, Storm.”

As he continued to walk, his fingers glided along her exposed slit, sending sparks
through her.

“I know. Be patient, my love.” Then he glided a finger inside her and she sucked in
air.

He slowed and she found herself tipped back, then she was sitting on that big rock
he’d pointed out earlier. It pressed against her aching folds. She squirmed a little.

Storm laughed again and spread her knees wide.

“I want to lick you. Where would you like me to do that?”

Her lips turned up in a grin. This time she wouldn’t let him distract her. “I want
you to lick my pussy.” She felt strange saying that word, but using it made her feel
wicked and sexy. Really bad-ass, like a biker, rocker chick should be.

Storm laughed and drove his tongue into her. It swirled in her passage, then his finger
slipped inside her and he licked upward, then fluttered the tip of his tongue against
her clit. She clung to his head, holding him against her.

“Fuck, I want you so bad,” he said as he pulled her forward. She sank into the water,
her back gliding along the flat, vertical wall of the rock. When she was deep enough,
she felt Storm’s hard cockhead press against her, then he drove inside her, crushing
her to the rock. She wrapped her legs around his body and he pushed deeper still.
For a moment, they just stood there, him fully immersed in her, in a timeless moment
of pure intimacy.

Then he drew back and drove forward again.

“You asked me a question a few minutes ago,” he said.

God, he was right. How had she almost forgotten? Then he pulled back and drove into
her again.

Oh, yeah. That’s how.

“What do you want my answer to be?” He nuzzled her neck as he drew back, slowly this
time, his wide cockhead dragging along her sensitive, inner passage.

“I want you to say—”

He suddenly drove deep and she gasped the word, “Yessss!”

He chuckled, then picked up the pace, thrusting. In and out. Impaling her over and
over. Driving her hard against the rock. His big, muscular body crushing her against
it, then pulling back again.

“Storm. Tell. Me,” she said, each word punctuated by a thrust.

She was so close, pleasure rising in her, swelling to incredible heights. “Will. You.
Ohh…”

He thrust hard and deep, his breathing labored.

“Marry.” Thrust. “Me?”

His jaw clenched and he ground her hard against the rock.

Then he groaned out the word, “Yes.” His whole body was crushed tight against her,
and she could feel him erupt inside her. “God, yes.”

The joy bursting through her almost sent her to orgasm, but then he began to move
again, pushing her pleasure higher and higher. She clung to his shoulders as he drove
deep and hard, like a rhythmic piston.

She felt the overwhelming wave of ecstasy grip her and she moaned, then exploded into
a blissful eruption of pure joy. Tears welled from her eyes as the world expanded
to an infinite source of delightful, mind-melting pleasure.

As she sank back to the physical world, she leaned her head against Storm’s shoulder,
her legs still wrapped around him, and simply enjoyed the protective closeness of
his big, strong body. Right now she was between a rock and a hard place, and life
had never been so good.