Acres, Natalie - Pole Position [Country Roads 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (9 page)

Princess raked her fingers through his hair, drawing him closer. Her lips crashed against his. They didn’t meet in the middle somewhere, hesitate, and then come together as if they realized they were about to make a mistake. Oh no, Princess was hungry. She was starving.

She’d waited for them to find her again, and she had every intention of loving them to the finish. There wasn’t a doubt in Colt’s mind or he wouldn’t have held her in his arms and promised to make her his woman.

Bracketing his arms around her waist, he lifted her to him. He cupped her bottom, slid his hands down to grip her hips, and held her locked legs behind his waist. They had all night, and he planned to take his time and do this thing right.

His hard dick pressed against his jeans. As much as he wanted inside the little vixen, he was determined to take thing slow. Patience might kill him but damn it to hell, Princess deserved a man with a gentle hand, one who wasn’t only interested in one thing—getting in between those sexy, soft thighs.

He grunted at that, and she looked up at him. Her blue eyes filled to the brim with pure desire. His heart raced and he kissed the tip of her nose. “I swear, once I get my dick inside you, I may stay forever.”

She laughed, that precious little giggle warming him from his head down to his toes. “Colt, I love you, but I’d probably prefer it if you just visit every now and again rather than plant firm roots and just swell and grow when it’s the right season.”

Laughter filled the room again—his and hers. Once more, she ignited a fire within his soul that he never knew existed except when she was in his arms. Under normal circumstances, Colt would’ve felt like he was in trouble. He would’ve been running for the hills. With Princess, he knew what he wanted. He longed for her. He wanted to love and cherish her. She owned a part of him and that would never change.

The lights were turned down low in the bedroom. Romance lingered in the air. He looked into her eyes and found a lover’s gaze. She was softer now, more feminine than she’d been when she’d first slid out from behind the wheel of that stock car. While he’d found her incredibly sexy and quite irresistible then, there was something different about her now.

“Are you nervous?” he asked, pushing her back to the bed.

“Are you kidding?” she fired right back.

“You are.”

“Scared to death,” she admitted.

He smiled. “I promise, Princess. I’ll never hurt you.”

“I know. That’s why I never ran off with a wild race car driver.”

“I’m glad,” he said. “Because now I get to run off with a wild race car driver.”

She touched his cheek. “And I get to love the cowboy of my dreams.”

He wedged his tongue between her sealed lips and kissed her, taking his own sweet time seducing her, not that a seduction was necessary. Princess belonged to him. She belonged to him as much as she belonged to Brant, but sharing her with Brant would never bother him.

This moment was theirs to have, theirs to remember, but eventually, there would be others, some of them more erotic, and others tender sweet.

“I’ll be gentle,” he promised, slowly lowering her body to the bed.

She grabbed his arm and yanked him over her, immediately towering over him seconds later. “Or maybe not,” she whispered across his lips. “I won’t break, Colt. I waited for you to find me. I waited for you the whole time I was driving five hundred laps around that hot track. Do you honestly think I want to wait and see if you’re going to get around to loving me?”

Princess took his hands and used them to cover her breasts. His next breath caught in his chest. Her strong heartbeat, right under his palm, alerted him to what he’d been thinking about over and over again.

This night wouldn’t last forever, but their love would carry them through for the rest of their lives.

Straddling him, she tugged her tight T-shirt over her head. Her full mounds were obviously enhanced by the help of a push-up bra, and even that brought a smile to his face. She was perfect. Everything about her was precisely what he needed and wanted in a woman.

“You’re sensational,” he said then, thankful he didn’t see any resemblance between the child he’d once known and the woman he wanted in his bed.

Cupping her jaw, he held her firmly against his mouth as he reached behind her back and freed her breasts, losing the only barrier that kept him from seeing her. Working with the clasp, he smiled into their kiss. “This is a little stubborn.”

She reached behind her back and hurriedly helped him, and as soon as he saw her tightly drawn, and quite perfect, nipples, he was ready for an intimate feast. He dipped his head lower and laved the points, dragging his tongue back and forth over the hard beads.

She moaned as he cupped the right one, drawing the point between his teeth and suckling her until her hips moved over him, her legs squeezed him. Her body pressed against his, her pussy bumped lightly against his cock. And then she was gone.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he asked, watching her as she left the bed.

“I have a surprise for you,” she said, standing before him topless.

He placed his arms behind his head and stared at her. “You’re the only treat I need.”

Her sweet smile touched him in places a loving hand would never reach. “I know things about you, Colt. I know what you like.”

“I like what I see,” he assured her. “You impress me.”

“Yes, but are you in love with me?”

Their eyes met. The silence then separated them rather than brought them together. “I love you, Princess.”

“I want you to be in love with me,” she told him. “And I know what you like. I understand what kind of woman you need in order to fall in love.”

He swallowed once. He would’ve reached for her then but he had to admit, if only to himself, he was curious. He remained on the bed, lying perfectly still as she wiggled her shorts over her hips.

Standing before him, she turned around and shook her ass, showing off a lavender thong with a rhinestone-studded clasp ring covering the crack.

“Nice,” he said.

She winked. “I’d hoped you’d like it.”

“I take it you had big plans all day, huh?”

Princess lowered her eyes and looked down at her body. “I had big plans for you, Colt. I still have a lot of things I want to show you.”

She knelt in the center of the room, a few feet away from the bed. She lowered her eyes and bowed her head submissively. “I’m here for you.”

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he asked, immediately leaving the bed.

“I know what you need from me, Colt. It’s okay. I’m prepared. I’m a quick study.”

“What on earth are you talking about?”

“Domination and submission,” she said quietly, keeping her head bowed. “My mother once told me you were into Domination and submission. Morristown was so small and apparently some local attorneys spotted the two of you at some underground lifestyle club. Your unusual fetishes added to the list of reasons why the judge wouldn’t let me live with you and Brant. Mom said they were afraid you would make me into a sex slave.”

Colt took a deep breath. “Look at me, Princess.”

She kept her head down.

“The judge also believed, apparently, Brant and I were gay. Nothing could be further from the truth.”

Still, her head remained bowed, her eyes lowered.

“Damn it, sub! Look at me!”

Immediately her gaze averted and she smiled from ear to ear.

“Oh. My. God.”

She looked quite satisfied. “Now do you believe me? You’re going to fall head over heels in love with me. I promise to be the only woman you’ll ever need. And the reason I know this is because I’m willing to do what other women may not. I’m willing to submit to you.”

* * * *

Princess knew what she was getting into and she didn’t take her decision lightly. She remembered talking to her mother about the lifestyle, about certain submissive practices. Her adoptive parents were in the lifestyle, which always struck her as funny.

Brant and Colt weren’t permitted to raise her. They were supposedly into kink. Yet her mother and father frequented night clubs. They stayed out all night going to parties and clubs where they could couple swap and “live out loud” which is how her father described their activities.

“Train me, Colt,” she urged him, remaining on her knees with her palms forward and her head still slightly bowed. “Make me understand what pleases you.”

“What brings you pleasure, Princess?”

She jerked. “I don’t know yet.”

He narrowed his gaze on her nipples. “What do you mean, you don’t know?”

“I have no way of knowing for sure.”

“Why?” he asked, studying her face.

She didn’t want to see the look of disappointment washing over those high cheeks, so she thinned her lips and looked away. She hadn’t meant for them to have this conversation right then, right there.

“I asked you a question, sub,” he said firmly. “Why don’t you know what pleases you?”

The tone in his voice made her shiver. There was something so incredibly fascinating about a Dom. Princess remembered meeting several dominant men through her parents. While she was never attracted to them per se, she’d always found herself drawn to the Doms. They were interesting. Most of them were cultured, well-traveled, and absolutely adored the women on their arms.

When Princess didn’t answer him, he took a step forward. His toes were at her knees. “You’re a virgin, aren’t you?”

He made the word sound like profanity.

“Princess?”

She didn’t respond.

“Damn it, Princess, look at me…sub.”

Her eyes met his.

“Let’s get one thing straight right now,” he said, pausing and obviously searching for the right words. “Assuming I’m a Dom, and assuming I enjoy activities with submissive women, you’ll answer me when I ask you a question. Besides, it’s a matter of respect. When anyone asks you a question, you should answer them.”

She laughed. “In this case, the question you’re asking me is none of your business.”

He yanked her forward and she landed against his chest. He roughly looped one arm around her waist and held her against him. “That’s where you’re wrong. If you’re going to bed with me, you’ll answer the question.”

“Why does it matter?”

“You know why,” he said, his eyes searching hers.

When she didn’t give him a response at all, his mouth slammed against hers. His tongue parted her lips and he kissed her like he would die if he didn’t find new life in their kiss. He drove into her mouth with a searching tongue, his apparent need fueled as the kiss deepened.

“Spread your legs for me,” he whispered against her lips.

She did as he requested, aware of the fact that as he was working his belt free, his kiss was becoming more ravenous.

He cleared his throat. “You’re such a pretty woman, Princess.”

“I’m your woman, Colt. I’ve always wanted to be your woman.”

His hands went to her hair and he shoved his fingers through the layers, gripping her head with both hands as his lips continued to assault hers, his mouth traveling down her neck, across her chest, and nipping at her nipple.

He was driving her crazy. The heat between her legs pooled at her pussy lips and she tossed her head back as he returned to her mouth again. This time, he was like a savage hunter as he explored her mouth. His tongue thrust through her lips and darted in and out. “Oh baby, you have no idea the things I will do to you.”

He pushed her down on the bed and stood perfectly still, watching until she displayed herself appropriately, and there was no question that’s why he waited. She’d first tried striking a pose as she laid on her right side. When she didn’t get the reaction she wanted, she stretched out on her back and hoped he’d tower over her, unable to keep his distance.

When that didn’t work, she thought of the images she’d seen on the computer. She’d studied a lot of BDSM sites when she’d searched for material on submissive practices. Some of the things she’d read were quite useful, but the fact was, the pictures—the black and white or color images—were what stayed in her mind.

She spread her legs as wide as they would go, stretched her arms overhead, and watched as the lust darkened her lover’s eyes. There was no question, she’d found the position her dominant partner would appreciate, the way she appealed to him most.

Chapter Fourteen

Colt couldn’t take his eyes off her. Good God, he’d never expected Princess to offer him something like this. He’d certainly hoped that one day, sometime in the future, he could confide in her and tell her who and what he was, but this was far more than he’d anticipated. He would’ve never thought she was so perceptive that she already knew what he enjoyed, understood what he needed.

He strolled across the room on a search for the things he’d carefully hidden. He wondered then why he’d tucked away his playthings, the toys he realized a submissive woman would enjoy. He froze as soon as he knelt down to the hidden cabinet located behind his television.