Twisted Up (9 page)

She did, as wide as her pants around her knees would allow. He splayed her pussy open with his fingers and pushed inside her hard, quick, and she had to grab onto the railing to steady herself.

“That’s my girl.” He tugged on her ponytail and gripped her hip and fucked her.

His hat was still on her head and his boots scuffed on the floor as he rode her into the wood that kept her from tumbling down.

He filled her completely, and the animalistic grunts and groans that escaped her left a lot to be desired of a lady. The way he held her, pummeled into her, kept her from being able to do much more than take what he was giving, submit to what he was doing.

She couldn’t have been happier.

But she could surprise him by shifting back up on her tiptoes and leaning forward slightly. Her ass pushed against his groin, and he slammed into her harder. “Oh yeah, baby, God, that feels good.”

Head pulled back by her hair, he stepped closer into her space, thrust short and shallow and let go of her hip to slide his hand up the front of her body, squeeze her tit through her now mangled and dirt-stained sweater, and up higher until his fingers could slide between her lips and into her mouth.

“Suck,” he ground out.

And so she sucked. Three fingers invaded her mouth, pressed on her tongue. His lips skated down the side of her face and still he fucked her, the front of his thighs rubbing up against the back of hers.

“Yeah, you like it, don’t you?”

She did. The harder and rougher he treated her in sex, the kinky paths he led her down to explore, the more special the tender, loving moments became and she wanted it all, from one extreme to the other. He knew what he was doing when he came for her. He knew he could give her everything she needed and wanted. He knew how to use her body to his advantage. He knew her better than she knew herself at times, especially in this area of sex and possession. He trusted her more than she trusted herself too.

He pulled his fingers from her mouth and wedged them down between her body and the railing. They slid against her clit with ease and as Justin stepped back again, started thrusting hard and sure again, he rubbed and manipulated the little nerve bundle on the outside and rubbed against and manipulated the corresponding spot inside her with the length of his cock.

“You look good in my hat, baby. You’re gonna look good coming while wearing it too, huh?”

“Yeah,” she breathed, her mouth suddenly parched, her lips dry.

“Then let me have it. Let me see you come wearing my cowboy hat.”

He pressed and he pulled. He stroked and he rubbed, coaxing her to start reaching for it. She held onto the wooden railing, picked a spot to focus on below, and lost herself in the feel of cock inside her, fingers fondling her.

“That’s it. Yeah, baby, give it to me.”

His voice was distant, but his breath was hot on her neck, and she shivered from the moist heat.

Heat. It filled her up from the inside out until she was perspiring from the top of her head to the soles of her feet in her little sandals. He slid easily in and out of her pussy, spreading her wetness, and then she was gone, flying over the edge, coming on his fingers, his cock, and he was pushing her for more, urging her to keep going, to keep squeezing him.

He croaked out her name, grunted and stilled, all but the jerk of his hips as his balls emptied inside the condom. She pulsed around him and he twitched against her walls. He let go of her hair, kissed the sensitive spot between shoulder and neck, then removed his hand from between her legs and hugged his body to hers.

Ella lowered her heels to the floor, and he leaned her forward until she was resting against the rail.

“Damn, I think you’re trying to kill me,” he uttered into her hair.

“I don’t think that’s true at all. I think it’s you trying to kill me.” She took deep breaths, one right after the other, trying to calm her heartbeat.

“I need you, Ella.”

She stopped breathing at those four words, muttered so softly she barely heard them over the thundering cadence of her heart. “Jus—”

“No. Don’t fight this. Just let me need you. Has anyone ever? Has anyone ever needed you like this? Just please let me.”

How could she say no to that? “Okay.”

The late afternoon sun beat on his shoulders. The one fence post had been repaired, the horses brushed, the few cows that had wandered over to his side of the land herded back to his parents’ side and the stable door fixed. He was worn out, but damn, at the same time, he’d never felt more alive and full of energy. He’d done more today than he’d intended to do, including changing out the spark plugs and oil filter on the old Ford pickup they used specifically for ranch work. His brother was finishing up college at Tech but was around as much as he could to help.

Justin was grateful for it too. His brother helping out allowed Justin the chance to take off and kidnap Ella. He laughed. Kidnap. He didn’t exactly take her against her will. He’d just made it impossible for her to refuse. He simply put something she wanted in front of her and in a roundabout way, dared her to say no.

His brother had come for a long weekend and watched over Justin’s horses and worked around the place a little while Justin went to Alabama. He couldn’t begin to describe the feeling he’d had when he woke up at the ass crack of dawn and she was there, in his bed, snoring soundly. He loved her and he wanted her with him, in bed and out. He just had to get inside her walls and figure out what she was running from or trying to protect herself against.

Slipping his hat off his head, he wiped at the sweat on his brow with the back of his arm. Summer was coming hard and fast, and the heat felt as if it were going to be worse than last year. Though it seemed every summer got hotter and hotter and every winter colder and colder.

The back door to the house slammed shut, and he turned his head. Ella. Justin grinned and stared. She set a picnic basket down at the edge of the steps and then made her way toward him, carrying a large, handled thermos. He’d loaned her a T-shirt that stretched tight across her breasts and hips. She still wore the same brown pants she’d had on earlier that morning when he’d been unable to keep himself from bending her over.

“We definitely need to get you some boots,” he said for the second time that day. She stepped up to him and handed him the red drink cooler. He flipped the pour-spout lid and tilted his head back, only to lower it again. “This water?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” He tilted his head back again and lifted the water jug up and poured. The icey liquid slid over his face and down his neck, his shoulders, his back and his chest. He stood there for a few seconds, reveling in the coolness under the sun. He slowly lowered the thermos back to his side. “Move away.”

He waited and hoped she’d done as he said before he lowered his head and shook it, slinging water in every direction. Running his hands through his hair, slicking it back off his forehead, he opened his eyes to see her staring at him as if he were going to be her next meal. She licked her lips, and he wasn’t even sure she realized she’d done it as she then lifted her thumb to her mouth and slid the tip between her teeth.

“Stop looking at me like that.”

“Can’t,” she mumbled around the digit she was nibbling on.

“Why?” He didn’t mind. He liked that she found him sexy, that she liked looking at him because he damn sure liked looking at her. Curves and valleys and strength and those green eyes that had haunted his dreams for months and that often had him waking up with his dick in his hand, stroking come up through the shaft.

“Don’t know really. You’re just… I can’t stop.”

“Well, try.” Sternness with her was always going to be a problem. He might like to think he could be stern and firm with her, but he knew he wasn’t fooling anyone, especially himself. She had him and his cock wrapped around her pretty little fingers. He could give it the old college try though. “Dirty as I am, I’m not aimin’ to roll around in the mud with you. So, wipe that look off your face.”

She raked him one more time with her gaze, starting at his feet and slowly moving up his legs, stopping at the juncture of his thighs. The longer she stared, the harder he got. He was going to find himself rolling around in the mud with her if she didn’t knock off that lusting perusal.

“Ella, I said cut it out. I ain’t a piece of meat.” He tried for affronted, offended, something to get her to look up in his face instead of at the tented denim. He didn’t pull it off.

She smiled slow and sure. “Yeah, you are.”

Justin laughed. Okay, he was. And he’d gladly be her hunk of Grade A Prime any day because he loved that she was feeling good and open enough, safe enough to ogle him. He’d always thought if he could just get her alone for a while, just get her out of her element, she would blossom. He’d also thought if he got her alone, she’d wear his ass out with sex long before she was ready to stop.

He was good with that. But right now, he was hungry and tired of being in the sun. He wanted a shower, clean clothes, food…then Ella on her knees. Or maybe he wanted a shower, Ella on her knees, clean clothes and food. Then again, he could just want Ella on her knees, followed by both of them in the shower, both of them naked after, sharing that picnic she’d brought outside.

Swirling the rest of the water in the thermos, he grit his teeth against what he was about to do. She wasn’t paying attention. Her stare kept traveling between his abs and his cock. She never saw him unscrew the top and drop it on the ground. She never saw him lift the jug and hold the bottom in his palm. She never saw it coming at all until the water hit her, soaking her face, her hair and the T-shirt she wore.

She sputtered, and he laughed.

“Wha—Justin…”

“I told you to stop that.”

She wiped water from her face and he helped by slicking her hair back, just as he had his own. “I can’t help it if you’re so good looking. Go get ugly or something and I won’t gawk.”

He pressed a kiss to her soaking wet head and turned her so they could walk back to the house with his arm around her. He even tried to keep from looking down at her nipples, which were trying to poke holes in the shirt she wore. Obviously, he wasn’t successful. “I don’t want to get ugly. I like you gawking at me, but I have other plans for us for today that don’t include a mud bath.”

“What other plans?”

“Well, a shower, food…and…other things you’ll just have to wait and find out about.”

“But I don’t want to wait.”

Her pout was beautiful. “Tough, baby. You made me wait for months. You can wait a couple of hours.”

“Mean, cowboy. You’re just plain mean.”

“I’m anything but mean. I’m cruel. I’m teasing. I’m dirty and I’m kinky. I’m even playful, loving. I can definitely be a hard ass, but I am never mean.” Each word had been punctuated with him backing her up step by step until she was pressed against the kitchen door.

Her eyes grew wide, and she licked her full, pretty lips. Justin lowered his head, thought to kiss her, breathe her in. He watched as the pulse in her neck kicked up speed. Her eyes started to get heavy with arousal, dilated as he kept her hanging as to what his intentions were. Up until that moment, he hadn’t known, but now with her desire for his kiss increasing, he knew exactly what he was going to do.

He leaned in a little closer, his lips right there, just about to touch hers and she reached for it, tilted her head up a scant inch for it…

Justin lifted his head and took a measured half step back. “I have plans for you, baby, but first I have plans to take a shower and get this grime off my body.”

Ella just stared up at him, disbelief written all over her face. It took her a couple of minutes, maybe less to compose herself, but then she drew herself up and away from the door, stepped toward him and poked him in the chest. “Mean.”

She stomped around him and down into the dusty yard, and then proceeded to stomp her way, as best she could in her little sandals, to where he’d dropped the thermos and lid. She bent, snatched them up, and all the while, muttered to herself. He couldn’t hear it, didn’t want to, but she was the most adorable woman when she was riled up. He liked her. Damn, he liked her so much it hurt his gut sometimes.

“You should think about getting out of that wet shirt. Don’t want you to catch cold,” he offered when she stomped back up on to the porch.

“I don’t have another shirt. I wasn’t packed for this kind of thing. I wasn’t packed to spend a few days on a ranch. I was packed to spend a few days in New Orleans before the beginning of my training class.”

“I could loan you another shirt or….”

She walked into his house just like she owned it. God, he loved that. He wanted to share it with her, share ownership with her. Hell, he just wanted to fucking own her. Every smile, every tear, every laugh, every pain, every orgasm. Everything about her he wanted to own and possess and devour. He’d never considered himself of caveman quality, of woman-mine mentality, but she brought out that side of him and he was hard pressed to argue against it.

Oh he was a kinky cuss and would share her in sex play if they both wanted it, but there’d be no one spending the night and Ella would always come home with him to sleep in their bed. With him.

“Or?”

He followed her inside but didn’t bother to close the door behind him. Despite the heat outside, it was a gorgeous day and there was a light breeze. He stopped in his tracks and looked down at the dirt he’d brought in. Damn. The woman would make him forget his own name if he wasn’t careful.

He backtracked and shucked his boots outside on the porch by the door and walked back in. She was standing by the sink with her arms crossed over her wet chest. Those nipples were still poking at the front of his shirt. His mouth watered to take one in his mouth and suckle until she was writhing enough that he could put her up on the coun—

“Stop that.”

He looked up to find her wagging a finger at him. He bit back a smile and nodded. “Right. I’m going for a shower and you…yeah, you’re coming with me.”

He snagged her hand and pulled her along behind. “You never answered the or, Justin.”