Texas Hustle (18 page)

As the orgasmic force began to ebb, he jerked her opening down to his mouth, drawing violently on her, sucking her flesh into his mouth.

She cried out as another, even more forceful explosive wave rolled through her. Her entire body shook from the power of her release.

She screamed his name.

Her legs weren’t going to hold her up much longer. They were weak, shaking.

“Stay right there,” Darren ordered. “Don’t move.” He shimmied out on his back and disappeared from her view. She heard his zipper followed by the ripping of foil. And then he was back.

She adjusted her hold on the headboard, praying it would support her for whatever else the man had in mind.

“Sorry, but this is going to be fast and hard,” he warned. “I’m so fucking hard I could hit a ball for a homerun. Instead…” he grabbed her waist, “…I’m going to fuck you like I’ve wanted to do for months.”

He thrust into her from behind, shoving himself to the hilt. Her breath rushed from her lungs in a gasp. Her vaginal walls stretched to an almost painful level to accommodate him. He was so much bigger than any of her past lovers. Longer. Thicker. Meatier.

Shoving her hips forward, he withdrew and slammed in again, pounding himself inside her. She arched her back. He angled her hips higher and rammed her again, this time hitting a spot she’d never believed existed. She gasped and cried out as he continued to beat against her G-spot.

Her orgasm stuck her with a solid punch and rolled from her head to her toes within an intensity that produced tears. Liquid ran from her eyes and from her vagina.

With her climax crescendo, Darren thrust a couple more times and then ground against her as his cock jerked his release inside her.

“Holy shit,” he said and laid his head on her back. His breathing was labored and hot on her flesh as he panted. He kissed her back and then her shoulder. “Holy shit,” he repeated.

He pulled from her and Porchia’s legs gave out. She collapsed to the mattress and rolled to her back. Darren, fully dressed with only his zipper open, his cock exposed, lay on his back, his forearm over his brow.

“What the fuck was that?” he gasped out.

She rolled to her side and caught his gaze. “The best goddamn sex I’ve ever had.”

Chapter Fourteen

“Hey, sleepyhead. Wake up.”

Porchia groaned. “Go away. It’s too early.”

Darren chuckled and sat on the edge of the bed. “Wake up. I’ve got a surprise.”

“If it’s the same surprise you had for me at midnight and again at two, it’s not that much of a surprise.” Porchia pushed her hair out of her eyes and looked at him. She frowned. “You’re dressed. Don’t I remember getting those jeans off you last night?”

“Don’t dawdle. We’ll miss it.”

She covered her mouth as she yawned. “You’re serious?”

“Yup.” He slapped her playfully on the ass. “Get a move on. Jeans, long-sleeve shirt and your boots. Hurry.”

He gave her a quick kiss before standing and leaving.

In the kitchen, he poured fresh coffee into a large thermos and set it on the counter next to the knapsack that held their breakfast.

In under five minutes, Porchia strode into the living room, dressed as he’d requested, her hair freshly brushed.

“I’m here,” she said. “What am I supposed to see? It’s still dark outside. What time is it any way?” She squinted toward the kitchen clock. “Does that clock say four, as in four in the morning?”

“It does.”

“But I’m on vacation. That means sleeping later than normal.”

“You’ll have time to nap later. I promise.” He pulled her to him for a kiss that tasted of mint toothpaste. For some reason, he found that endearing, but then again, he found everything she did endearing. “Here.” He handed her the thermos of coffee and grabbed the knapsack for him to carry. “Let’s move.”

She yawned again but followed him outside.

She looked at him. “You saddled horses?”

“The only way to travel,” he said with a grin. God, she was so cute in the morning. “And, for this trip, the only way to travel. Need help getting on?”

She stuck out her tongue at him. “Funny man. Good morning, Oreo.” She stroked the mare’s neck a couple of times before she swung into the saddle like the pro she was. “Lead on.”

Darren turned Bandit, another of Travis’s geldings, toward the road and the sunrise spot he’d found. He hoped she would enjoy seeing the day start in his arms.

“So, want to let me in on what we’re doing?” she asked, riding alongside him.

“Nope. It’s a surprise.”

“As long as the surprise involves the coffee you made me carry, I’m sure I’ll be happy. Plus…” she reached over and pulled his horse to a stop, “…if it involves you, I’m sure I’ll be elated.” She leaned over the distance separating their horses and kissed him.

His tongue sought and found her mouth. He stroked inside, loving both how she tasted like toothpaste and how she let out a low groan.

He broke the kiss and pulled back. “If you start that, we’ll never make it in time.” Pressing his calves against the horse’s sides, he set off in a trot with Porchia close behind.

“In time for what?”

“Patience, honey. You’ll see.”

“And you now know I have no patience,” she reminded him.

He glanced over at her. “I seem to have a few demanding memories from last night. Something like, now, now, now and more and harder.”

There wasn’t enough light to see a blush, but he knew her well enough to know there was one on her face.

“You are a bad man,” she said, followed by a deep chuckle.

Her chuckle sent an arrow straight to his heart. He was in deep. He knew it. What he didn’t know was if he was in this by himself or if she felt the same depth of emotions.

And shouldn’t he be more freaked out about what he was feeling?

“That’s not what you said last night.”

She laughed again. “So how far are we riding this morning?”

“A change of subject. Have I embarrassed you? I’m sorry if I did.”

“You didn’t,” she assured him, but he still wondered if it was the teasing that’d bothered her or how very much they’d done last night.

“We’ve got about a twenty-minute ride. The last part is up the side of a hill, but I think you can handle it.”

“Do you?” she teased. “I’d offer to race if I had any idea of direction.”

They rode along in a companionable silence, broken only by the sounds of their horses’ hooves and the occasional hoot from a night owl. The cool early morning air held a pine and sage scent from the vegetation around them. Light clouds of dust rose from the trail as they moved.

“Turn here,” Darren said, guiding Bandit onto the narrow path that lead to the rock overhang.

It hadn’t rained in a while. Heavier dust rose as their horses stomped toward the top. When he’d originally thought about doing this, he’d been under the impression that Porchia wouldn’t know how to ride. Now, with only a quarter moon and a few million stars overhead for lighting, he was glad he hadn’t tried this with an inexperienced rider. As it was, he kept an eye on her and Oreo to make sure they were handling the climb okay, but it only took a couple of quick checks to assure him they were having no problems.

He kept them climbing until they reached a level area to leave the horses. He climbed down, tied off Bandit and went to help Porchia. But she was already standing and tying off Oreo when he reached her.

“Are we here?” she asked.

“Almost,” he replied with a smile. “A short hike.”

“Whew,” she said. “Good thing you’re cute.”

He laughed. “Grab the thermos and let’s go.”

When the trail opened on the flat rock, Porchia sighed with relief. “This it?”

“Yup.” He spread out a blanket. “Sit.”

The night sky had begun its transition to morning. The darkness had lightened and shades of pink and purple were just beginning to paint the horizon.

“What colors!” Porchia exclaimed. As she found a seat on the rock, she looked in different directions. “What a view.”

“I thought so,” he said as he sat. He leaned against the large boulder that acted as a chair back. Porchia’s blond hair floated in a wind that’d picked up since they’d left the trail. Up here, without the heat of the sun and with the chilling breeze, she shivered with the change in temperature. “Scoot over here and keep me warm,” he joked.

The wry twist of her lips into a smile had his heart racing. He doubted he’d ever tire of looking at her.

She moved closer. “I think I’ll use you for warmth instead.”

“That works for me.”

He pulled her between his thighs, her back leaning against his chest. Bending his knees had her completely engulfed by his body. She snuggled within his embrace.

“How about I crack that thermos?” she asked. “I’ll even share with you.”

He nuzzled his face into her hair and kissed her neck just behind her ear. “As long as it doesn’t require me letting you go.”

She held up the silver container of coffee. “Nope.” After unscrewing the top, she filled it and took a sip. She let out a long sigh. “That tastes wonderful. Want some?”

She shifted enough that she could lift the coffee to his mouth. He covered her hands holding the cup with his and brought it to his lips for a long sip. Their gazes met over the rim of the thermos cup and held. The heat from the extended stare flowed over him, warmed him to his core. It wasn’t the coffee heating him. It was Porchia.

She was the woman he was meant to be with, the only woman he’d want for the rest of his life. There remained no doubt in his mind, but she wasn’t ready to hear that. Wasn’t ready to hear how deeply he felt about her. How serious he was about making their relationship work. He feared his words would be too blunt, too candid.

No, this was a war of love he was determined to win. To lose was simply unthinkable.

He kissed her fingertips holding the cup. “Thanks. I needed that.”

She smiled. “The coffee or the nibble on my fingers?”

“Both.” He turned her until her back was once again resting against his chest. “You’re too distracting,” he complained. “We’ll miss the beautiful sunrise if I don’t make you face forward.”

Looking over her shoulder, she winked at him. “Flatterer.”

As the pinks and purples of daybreak streaked across the sky, Darren kept his arms wrapped around the woman of his dreams. If a day could have a more perfect start, he didn’t know what it’d be.

She sighed and tilted her head upright. “I love the twinkle of stars. When I was little, I thought those were diamonds winking at me. I was sure that all diamond engagement rings were made from stones plucked from the sky. And the only way a guy could grab a star was if he was really, really in love. One year, Dad had a business meeting in New York and Mom and I went along for fun. We walked all over downtown trying on clothes or shoes. And then we walked into Tiffany’s. I remember stopping dead in my tracks. In front of me was display case after display case of shimmering diamonds, just like the ones in the sky. I looked up at Mom and said, ‘We must be in heaven.’ She laughed and said, ‘I think so too.’”

They both chuckled at her story.

“Never been to New York City or Tiffany’s” Darren said. “Never felt the desire to be in places jam-packed with people and honking cars.” He waved his hand around. “Now this is my kind of place. Just you and me. Perfect, if you ask me.”

“Don’t forget the coffee.”

He snorted. “Right. You, me and coffee. Now the world’s perfect.”

She sighed again. “Yeah.”

They sat watching the pinks and purples turn to orange as the sky lightened just before daybreak.

“You never talk about your parents,” Darren said. “I think this might be the first time you’ve ever mentioned them.”

He felt her back get tense at his comment. “We aren’t close,” she said. “Not anymore.”

“What happened?”

She shrugged. “Life. I’d rather not spoil this morning talking about them.” Glancing over her shoulder, she added, “Okay?”

“Sure, babe. No problem.” He pulled his arms tighter around her.

A small arc of yellow peeked over the edge of the world.

“There she is,” Porchia said in a reverent tone.

As the small arc grew, more and more light filled the sky, illuminating the area below.

“We’re over the camp,” she said in surprise.

“We are. Looks like we aren’t the only early risers.”

Below, lights came on in the individual cabins as the Montgomery clan woke to a new day.

“You can tell this is a ranching family. Lots of early risers.”

Porchia nodded. “Or a bunch of bakers.”

He laughed. “Or that.”

A truck fired up. Its muffler rumbled as it idled.

“Who’s leaving?” she asked.

“That’s Singer’s truck. Guess he and Lydia are leaving early.”

“Speaking of Lydia, isn’t that her behind our cabin?” She pointed down. “And she’s not alone.”