Wildcard (10 page)

“Well?” Jess demanded, still just as gritty and sweaty as before.

Dang but she had to have him.

“I want to have a word with you,” she murmured and turned on her heel before he had a chance to respond. She could feel the heat of his gaze on the sway of her hips, on the curve of her ass, almost as though he was touching her with those strong, calloused hands.

When she was in the shadows of the barn’s dusty interior she turned and saw Jess still standing right where she’d left him. She raised her hand and curled her forefinger towards herself, telling him to
“Come and get me,”
with just that little motion and a teasing grin.

His long legs ate up the ground so fast it made her heart beat like thunder, the sound filling her ears. When he was close enough, Trace didn’t think twice. She flung her arms around Jess’s neck, climbed him like a tree, and wrapped her legs around his hips.

A sensual grin curved his mouth as he cupped her ass and held her tight to him. She felt his leather chaps through the thin material of her sweatpants as he pressed his erection against her pussy.

“I told him.” Hunger and need surged through Trace and she brought her mouth to his in a hard rush, a kiss that demanded he give her everything he’d promised and more. “I’m free,” she murmured as she bit Jess’s lower lip as he’d done to her, letting him feel the depth of her desire for him, her need. “I want you, Jess. I
need
you.”

“You’re not free.” Jess kissed her back, fierce and uncivilized. “You’re mine.”

His?
Fear touched her—fear of the unknown. Fear of losing her heart and soul to this six-foot-one hunk of sex in boots. But for now she wasn’t going to think about that. She needed all the wild passion that only Jess could give her.

Holding her tighter yet, Jess groaned and thrust his tongue into her mouth, then pulled away and looked into her eyes. “I’ve got to have you,” he said, his voice rough and filled with need so tangible that she felt the vibrations straight to her core.

Trace kissed the corner of his mouth, his stubble rough against her lips, causing them to tingle. “I want you to fuck me, Jess Lawless.”

A rumble rose in his chest, a sound of overwhelming need. “We’ll take my truck and head away from here.”

“No.” She moved her mouth closer to his ear and darted her tongue along his lobe, tasting the salt of his skin. “The barn office. Right now.”

Chapter Ten

Jess didn’t have to be told twice. He was done waiting. Trace clung to him as he strode toward the office at the end of the barn. She nipped at his earlobe with wild little bites, making those purring sounds that about drove him insane with lust.

When he reached the office, Jess yanked the door open with one hand and slammed it closed behind him. He took Trace straight to the old fashioned desk, sat her down on one end and eased her arms from around his neck and her legs from his waist. He kept his hips pressed tight between her thighs, though. That much ground he wouldn’t surrender yet. Not until she was good and ready for him.

Even in the dim light coming through a part in the gingham curtains, he saw how heavily she was breathing and that her nipples were hard enough to raise the fabric of her light jacket.

She reached for his belt, her small hands brushing against his hard cock as she unfastened the buckle. “I need you so bad.”

“Hold on.” Jess reached over Trace to flip on the desk lamp so that the glow illuminated her beautiful face. In a quick movement he grabbed her lapels and jerked her jacket down to her elbows so that her arms were trapped at her sides.

Her eyes darted to his and she ran her tongue along her lower lip, her eyes dark with passion. “What are you doing?”

“Sit tight.” In a matter of seconds he had her shoes and socks off and then reached up to grab her sweatpants at the waistband. “Lift your hips.”

Trace obeyed, excitement and arousal swirling through her at such a mad pace that she could barely stand waiting. Cool air rushed against her skin as he stripped away her panties and the sweatpants, leaving her naked from the waist down, open and vulnerable.

“Damn.” Jess sucked in his breath as he ran his finger along the soft hair bordering her slit. “You’ve got the prettiest pussy.”

Shivers coursed her spine. “Hurry, Jess.” She tried to move, but her arms were still bound by the jacket.

“We’ll get there.” He pulled apart the snaps of his western work shirt, yanked it off and tossed it aside.

The sight of his chest, the light dusting of dark hair and the powerful muscles, just about undid her. “Hurry,” she begged again.

“Double damn,” Jess murmured as he pushed her t-shirt up and then pulled down on the lacy cups of her bra, releasing her breasts, yet leaving them pointing high and out. “A pair of fine nipples on the most beautiful breasts I’ve ever had the pleasure of tasting.”

He reached up with one hand take off his hat. “Wait,” Trace said and his eyes met hers. “Fuck me with your cowboy hat on.” Her gaze dropped to the bulge at his crotch, and the chaps that framed his hips so well. “Leave those on, too.”

Jess’s smile was so carnal she knew it had to be outlawed in at least half a dozen states. He slid his belt out from the loops and tossed it on the desk beside her, the metal buckle clattering on the polished wood. After releasing the single button on his jeans and unzipping them, he freed his incredible erection. Trace’s mouth watered and her pussy was so wet she could feel her juices sliding down to the crack of her ass.

He palmed his cock and moved his hand up and down its awesome length. “You ready for me to fuck you?”

Spreading her legs wider, Trace arched her back, raising her breasts up to him. “If you don’t get inside me now, I’m going to scream.”

“Oh, I aim to make you scream, plenty.” Bracing one of his palms on her thigh, Jess moved between her legs. The feel of his leather chaps along the soft skin of her thighs, and the sight of his erection jutting toward her was such a turn on that she could hardly keep from shouting for him to get inside her.

Jess rubbed the head of his cock up and down her slick pussy lips, teasing her clit with slow, sensuous strokes. Trace gasped at the incredible sensation, unable to believe how close she was to coming, and he’d barely touched her.

“I want to make something real clear.” Jess’s deep blue gaze locked on her as he continued to tease her by rubbing his erection against her clit. “You’re gonna watch me take you. And when I slide into you, sugar, you’re mine. No more bullshit, no big city games, and no arguments. I’m staking my claim, for now. Maybe for always.”

At that moment that whole darn barn could’ve been burning down and Trace wouldn’t have noticed. Her lips parted, and even with Jess’s cock so close to sliding into her, she tried to find a way to deny him, to tell him that she wasn’t a possession to claim.

But he had some kind of power over her. A way of making her feel like she was an exquisite treasure he’d discovered, that he would cherish her always—but first he would insist that she give him everything…

Her body, her soul, and her heart.

Could she give all of herself to a man she’d known only for two weeks? And a cowboy for cripes sake. A man who represented everything she’d thought she’d left behind long ago.

Jess moved the head of his cock to the opening of Trace’s core, causing her to gasp as it sent electric thrills of anticipation zinging through her. His sculpted biceps bulged, the veins along his muscles standing out like he was holding himself back with all he had. “So what’s it going to be?”

Trace took a deep breath, drawing in the strength to do what she needed to do. To say what she knew needed to be said. She ran her tongue along her lower lip, and the only thing that came out was, “Okay.”

His eyes flared with satisfaction. He cupped the back of her head and gently forced her to look down to where his erection was poised to enter her pussy. Her whole body vibrated as her gaze locked on his cock, so close to sliding in… So close to turning her life down another road—that road she knew she’d been approaching since the moment she’d met the man who’d become a wildcard in her future.

“Watch me take you,” he demanded, his deep voice rumbling through her like a freight train barreling toward its final destination.

Blood rushed in her ears and her body was so highly sensitized that she didn’t know what would happen when he finally drove home.

Home.

Jess.

She didn’t have time to think anymore as Jess rammed his hips hard against her, thrusting his thick cock deep inside her pussy,
taking her
, just as he’d promised.

Trace shrieked. The orgasm that rocked her body was so fast, so unexpected that it robbed her of her breath, of all thought.

“You’re
mine
.” He clenched her ponytail and brought her mouth to meet his, hard and demanding, while he pressed himself against her, his cock stretching and filling her like nothing she’d ever imagined. The kiss made the waves of her orgasm continue, her core contracting around the length of him.

Omigod.
Unbelievable. She’d never had an orgasm during intercourse before, and for a moment she wondered if this mind-bending climax would ever end.

Trace bit at his lower lip as she kissed him back, struggling against the jacket that still kept her arms pinned to her sides. Jess’s masculine scent surrounded her, filled her senses. Their sweat mingled, their breathing hot and labored and sounding as one.

He tore his mouth from hers, kissing her chin and the length of her jaw, abrading her skin with his coarse stubble. “You feel so good wrapped around me like this.”

“Take off the rest of my clothes,” Trace begged, trying to free herself and frustrated that she couldn’t. “I’ve got to touch you. I’ve go to.”

“All right.” His gaze raked over her breasts jutting from above the cups of her bra. “I know exactly what I want you to do with your hands.”

Even as Jess stripped her jacket, t-shirt, and bra from her body and tossed them aside, he kept their bodies locked together. His every slightest movement pressed against a pleasure button deep within her.

When she was completely naked, Trace rubbed her palms over his hard muscled chest. “Fuck me, Jess.” Her fingers trailed down to where they were joined and she slid them over the part of his shaft that was showing and was slick with her juices. “I need it wild.” Her gaze met his and she was so breathless she could barely speak. “I need it
hard
.”

“Hang on.” His smile was absolutely sinful. “I aim to do just that.” He reached up with both hands and freed her hair from the ponytail holder and tossed the band aside. “Yeah…that’s better,” he said while he raked his fingers through the long strands. She shivered as he let it slide over her shoulders in a sensual caress.

He eased her down so that her back was flat against the desk’s polished surface. Then hooking his arms under her knees, he drew her wider apart, allowing himself to penetrate her even deeper.

Slowly he started thrusting and Trace arched her hips up to meet him. “Faster,” she demanded.

“Lick your nipples while I fuck you.” Jess’s strokes increased, and Trace could hardly think with the sensations of pure pleasure flooding her body. “That turned me on when I watched you in the hot tub.”

Jess’s eyes were shadowed beneath his Stetson as he ordered her to touch herself. It made him look even darker and sexier and more dangerous than ever.

She caught her breasts in her hands and pushed them up as high as she could. It only took a slight rise of her head to flick her tongue over her nipples.

Oh, God, but it felt good…Jess driving in and out, his balls slapping her ass, her own tongue hot against her sensitive nipples, the feel of his chaps rubbing along the inside of her thighs as he fucked her, and the cool, smooth wood of the desk at her back.

She’d never experienced anything so erotic in all her life.

Clenching his jaw, Jess forced himself to keep from coming too soon. The sight of Trace spread out before him and her tongue flicking out over her nipples—
damn.
He’d never been so close to losing control.

Even though she wanted more, he’d been fighting back the desire to let all hell break loose and fuck her so hard she’d be sore for at least a month. But he’d held back, afraid to chafe her delicate thighs with his chaps, afraid to bruise the soft skin of her pussy and her ass.

“Harder!” she demanded between licks.

“You want a hard fucking,” he said in a near roar, “a hard fucking is what you’re gonna get.”

Jess drove into her like he was hellbent for leather. Trace cried out, her eyes rolling back and she paused in what she’d been doing. “Yes, Jess. Yes!”

“Keep sucking your nipples,” he ordered. “Don’t stop ‘til I tell you to.”

She obeyed, pushing her breasts together so that she could swipe her tongue over each nipple even faster.

He focused on her jade eyes as he felt her channel start to contract around his cock. “I’m coming,” she raised her head and said almost in wonder as her body trembled and her face flushed a light shade of rose. “Oh, God. I’m coming
again
.”

Her words nearly pushed him over the edge, but he held back, determined to give Trace all the pleasure she deserved. The sound of her purring moans and hard slap of flesh filled the room. “Come for me,” he demanded. “Right now.”

A scream tore from Trace, so loud it was a wonder the barn didn’t fall down around them. Her body jerked and she twisted, like she was riding a bronc. Jess thrust twice, maybe three times more, as her channel contracted around his cock. With a hoarse shout he came, shooting his come into her with hard jerks of his hips against hers. He pumped his cock in and out of her pussy, stretching out her climax and his.

When the last fragment of his orgasm settled deep in his loins, Jess eased Trace’s legs down from where he’d been holding them. She wrapped her thighs tight around his hips and locked her ankles behind him, keeping him snug in her. “You’re not going anywhere, cowboy,” she murmured, her face flushed with satisfaction and her eyes heavy-lidded.

“Hell, no.” He rubbed up against her pussy his cock growing rigid inside her in a Texas minute. “I’ve got plans to wear you out and then some.”

Trace smiled and wiggled her hips. “I like that plan.”

Bracing his hands on the smooth surface of the desk, Jess worked hard to bring his breathing down to a normal level and to control the rawness of his emotions. He’d sure as hell had gone after Trace from the moment he’d spotted her at Nicole’s Christmas party. But he’d never expected to feel like a lovesick schoolboy with a crush on the hot new teacher.

Yeah, he’d known he had to have Trace. And somewhere in the back of his mind he’d known that he intended to keep her. But he’d never allowed himself to acknowledge that he might fall for her so hard.

Damn.

Trace’s breathing was still rough, causing her chest to rise and fall and her breasts to jiggle. Her tempting dark rose nipples bobbed up and down, drawing his attention and luring him in to taste them for himself.

Jess took Trace’s hands, intertwined their fingers together and raised them above her head. He held her there while he nipped, licked, and sucked at the tight nubs that were still wet from her own tongue. He tasted the flavor of her mouth on her nipples, mixed with the salt of her skin. Her peaches and cream scent was stronger in the valley between her breasts, a perfect blend of smells when combined with the intoxicating scent of her pussy juices.

Yep. He had it good and he had it bad.

Shards of sensation sliced through Trace as Jess bit at her nipples, and incredibly enough she felt another climax building within her. But then he pulled his cock out of her pussy and released her hands, and she whimpered in disappointment.

“I’m going to turn you over and fuck you from behind,” he said, even as he rolled her onto her belly.