Badass (19 page)

“But, I’m. . .” she stopped, blushing. Dare she ask? He filled her bed. How she wished she could get up and grab her camera and record this moment for posterity. Isaac McCoy in her bed – would wonders never cease?

“You’re what?”

He narrowed his eyes and moved closer, and as he did about a thousand muscles rippled. Sweet Mary the man looked commanding. Even lounging nonchalantly in her bed he looked to be completely in charge. “I’m - in need. Please? I don’t want to wait. I’m not sore, at all.”

Her cheeks were flushed, and she was chewing on that suckable lower lip. “Jesus,” he groaned. With near trembling fingers he felt between her legs. “I love that you keep this sweet pussy bare. It’s so tender and soft and pink – and very, very wet. You do want me, don’t you?”

“You will, I promise.” He arranged her luscious body on top of him. “Straddle me, sugar-tits.” When she slapped at him playfully, he held one breast up to his lips and kissed the pink, puffy tip. “That’s my girl. Today you ride me. Lift up.”

She rose on her knees and he rubbed the head of his cock from one end of her slit to the other, making her whimper with anticipation. Her whole body fizzed, which wasn’t surprising; every part of her was desperate to surrender to his raw magnetism. “You’re so big and hard. You wanted me, too.”

“You sound surprised. You shouldn’t be. I’ve always wanted you. Now ease yourself down – as slow as you want. Are you sure you aren’t too sore?” In answer, she began to sink down on his cock. This time there was no rubber to dull the sensation – Isaac had no idea what he’d been missing. “God, that feels fuckin’ fantastic.”

Avery held her breath relishing the burning, stretching, welcoming the invasion of his manhood into her body. Face it – she loved everything about him – even that take- charge, blustering macho attitude that he loved to display at every opportunity. Grabbing for his hands, she wove their fingers together – “God, there’s a lot of you, McCoy. If we hadn’t done this before, I’d swear it was never gonna fit inside me.”

“Does it hurt, baby?”

Avery’s heart swelled at his concern. “It hurts really, really good,” she purred.

“I’m gonna take care of you, Avery. Just turn yourself over to me. I’ll give you everything you didn’t know you needed – in bed and out.” The lust raging in his blue eyes almost startled her. Would she be able to be what he wanted? Lord knew she was going to try. With a snap of his hips, he filled her to the brim, fully seating himself inside of her.

“Isaac,” she gasped, throwing her head back – arching her neck. She couldn’t be still, now she was on fire and he was the only source of relief. Placing her hands on his chest, she began to rock, rising up and down, impaling herself over and over again on his hard cock. “Oh, I like this.”

Wanting to touch even more of her, he maneuvered farther into the bed a few inches. “Now wrap your legs around my waist and your arms around my neck, and rub those hard nipples on my chest.” She didn’t quibble, but followed his directions to a tee. Isaac slid his hands to her ass and rocked into her. When she was on top like this he couldn’t pull his cock out, but there was something incredibly sexy about staying connected while hands glided over warm skin and mouths explored wherever they could reach. Avery might be new to this, but she was a fast learner. The sweet doll kissed, licked and nibbled his jaw, down his neck and across his pecs – scraping her teeth across his nipple, all the while making the cutest, most satisfied kitten noises. Hell, she was something else. Isaac loved the way her nipples were poking into him, rubbing the hair on his chest when she moved on to kiss another spot on his hungry skin. Shit, he was loving this – all of it. Every time he lifted his hips and drove into her a little deeper, she let the sweetest puff of air tickle his skin. It would be heaven to stay right here – his cock being milked by the object of his desire, but his body couldn’t wait – it wanted to cum. “Kiss me,” he demanded, urgently. Knowing how close they both were, he cupped her ass, lifted her high enough so that he could pull out and then ram back in - hard. Avery nipped his lip, pulled her mouth from his and arched in absolute ecstasy. And when she did, she clamped down on him for all she was worth. “Damn, yes – milk me doll, that’s it.” Isaac buried his face in her neck and sucked hard enough to mark.

“Yes! Yes! Oh my God!”

Avery held him tight –everywhere. Isaac came with a roar, pulsing inside of her with every beat of his heart. The world stopped spinning and the most magical quiet of his life, settled around him. He kissed the spot over her heart and she kissed the side of his face. And when he pulled out, his seed mixed with her cream covered his cock – fuckin’ Avery bareback was the most amazing thing he’d ever experienced. No more condoms for Isaac McCoy. His cock had found a home and it wanted no other.

He laid her back on the bed. “Remember the first lesson, sub. A Master takes care of what belongs to him.” Going to the bathroom, he ran the water till it was warm, wet a washcloth and returned to clean her tenderly. Patting her dry with a towel, he cleaned himself, threw the linens in a hamper and crawled back in the bed.

“Thank you, Isaac.” They returned to the position they were in before the lovin’ started. Only this time, he cupped one of her breasts like it belonged to him.

“For what, sugar?” he couldn’t resist planting a kiss on her shoulder.

“Thank you for the best time of my life.” She let out a perfectly happy – satisfied sigh and it was the sweetest sound he had ever heard.

She had only intended to close her eyes for a moment, but when she opened them, Avery could smell bacon frying. Odd. Coming awake, she started to move and about fifteen muscles protested. Oh yeah, she smiled – Isaac. With a careful move, she rolled over and buried her head in the pillow he had slept on. Yes, there it was – that mix of clean ocean breezes and leather. “Get up, pumpkin. We need to eat. I went to the store while you were napping. I made us BLTs for lunch. We’ve got things to do and people to see.”

Bouncing up, she faced him with an almost guilty look on her face. “Yes, I was – uh, just remembering what we did together.” Lord, she looked like an advertisement pitching the joys of an afternoon delight. Her hair was a bit mussed, those ringlets had a mind of their own, and all that cuddly softness made him want to run his fingers through those curls and kiss her till she begged for mercy.

“What am I waiting for, now she belongs to me,” he said, as if to himself. With one knee on the bed, he tugged her to him and took the kiss he craved. Bringing his mouth down slowly, it sent spirals of satisfaction through him when her lips parted right away and her tongue met his in a fiery mating. Isaac groaned – lost in the pulse pounding passion. Somehow, he pulled back, finishing the kiss with sweet smooches and little licks. He held her face in his hands and wiped the sleep from her eyes with his thumbs – “You are so damn cute.”

Avery stared at him, lifting a finger to her lips and tracing their swollen wetness. “I want to remember everything.” She had heard what he said, for now she belonged to him – for now. If this was only temporary, she planned on wringing every moment of joy out of it that she could. She reached up, and let her fingertips trail over his cheek. “You’ve shaved; I like how smooth you are.”

Realizing that he had been scruffy as hell earlier, he pushed back her hair and looked for the telltale signs of his rough beard on her skin. Yea, there was a red rash on her neck and the upper swell of her breast. “I used one of the disposable razors in your bathroom. Damn, I’m sorry, kitten.”

She cocked her head, glanced down and put her hand over his. “Stop, I wasn’t complaining. I don’t care about the redness, I loved the way your whiskers felt rasping against my skin, especially my nipples.” A blush flashed over her skin, she had embarrassed herself.

“I’ll be more careful in the future. Get up and get dressed, we’ve got a helluva lot to do.” Opening her closet, he thumbed through her clothes and selected a pair of blue jeans, a crisp white shirt and a denim vest. “Put these on, doll, we’re going to be out in the pasture. And these,” he chose a swirly skirt and matching top, “will be perfect for the party tonight.” He fully intended to buy her new clothes – some things that were in between ultra-conservative and the all-out seduction wear that he had seen her in the last few days. A tiny giggle made him face her. “What’s so funny?”

“In all of the fantasies I’ve had about you, not once did I ever picture you digging through my wardrobe and finding something for me to wear.” He wore only his jeans and a tank top – and Lord was he fine. “I like what you have on, you look sexy.” Good grief! Where was all this moxie coming from? Give a girl a little sex and she becomes Braveheart.

Isaac decided the bacon could wait. “You think I’m sexy, huh?” Pushing her back, he climbed into the bed, straddled her hips and whipped the tank top over his head.

“Mercy, mercy, mercy,” she intoned. “It should be a law that you have to go naked – a chest like that should never be covered up.”

Her praise pleased Isaac – in fact, he ate it up. She was looking at him like he was a sirloin steak and she hadn’t eaten in a week. He was about to let her feast, until his damned cell phone went off. “Hell!” He answered – and she took advantage of the situation and began to play. “Hello?”

“I can’t resist you,” she teased as the palms of her hands massaged the muscles of his chest.

He couldn’t concentrate, her body was too beautiful – and she was making him harder with every caress she gave him. Trying to quell her exploration, he placed a strong hand over one of hers, but she had two hands – and a lot of determination. And when she cupped his bulge – he almost lost it. “Hold on, Libby. I have a wild filly here that ain’t been saddle broke yet.”

“Oh, sorry,” Avery covered her mouth to stifle a laugh.

Pressing the phone to his thigh, he glared at her – but a smile played around his lips. “Is there something I can do for you? You do realize I’m talking to your future sister-in-law here. Do you want her to know you’re a sex maniac?”

“No sir, I’ll be good.” She tried to ignore the future sister-in-law remark, but her heart wouldn’t let her.

When she put her hands behind her back in a classically submissive pose, Isaac’s heart lurched. If it hadn’t been Libby on the phone he would have hung up and ravished her.

“Good girl. Now, keep your hands there till I finish talking.” He kissed her on the end of the nose. “And that’s your second lesson, loving obedience.” Isaac had a hard time keeping his mind on the conversation, he’d much rather watch Avery. But Libby had some things she wanted him to pick up from the store. “I’ll be glad to get everything you need, and tell Cady I’m bringing that guest we talked about.” He cupped the side of Avery’s head as he listened to Libby’s rapid-fire questions. “I’ll explain it all when I get there. Be patient, Libster. You two have fun at your doctor’s appointment.”

He rung off and pocketed his cell phone. Avery watched him grab his shirt and slip it back on. Drats, playtime must be over. “Do you have to go?”

“Yes, I have to go. But you’re coming with me, of course. Aron’s taking Libby to her gynecologist appointment and we’re going to take up the slack. She had let this check-up slip her mind and my brother refuses to let her skip it – party or no party. Come on,” he held out his hand and waited until she took it, “go get dressed, we’ll eat our BLTs and be on our way.”

****

Avery pinched herself to see if she was dreaming. Surely this whole day was a figment of her overactive imagination. Isaac had handfed,
handfed
, her a bacon sandwich, punctuated with kisses. While she had slept, he had gone to the market. She had to admit, he was surprising her. And while they had eaten he had begun to explain to her about the Dom/sub lifestyle. “For the most part, all of this will only apply to the bedroom. I have no desire for you to be anything but my equal in all other areas of life. But if you’re in danger and you hear that tone in my voice – you’ll follow my directions to the letter. I will never have a motive other that to protect you or give us pleasure – that’s it. You can trust me.”

To trust in Isaac was not a major leap of faith for her. Over the years she had watched him, she knew he was a good man. And the revelation of his affinity for being in total charge in the bedroom didn’t scare her one bit. What did scare her was how he made her feel. Before, she had just thought she was in love. The better term would have been infatuation. Now, after having felt his hands on her body, his lips on her skin – after having slept in his arms, she knew the difference. Loving Isaac would be the easiest thing she had ever done.

After eating, he had helped her gather her things. Even though she still had a qualm or two, Avery was determined to see where this would end up. If she walked away now, she would never know. Happiness was too sparse of a commodity to squander a chance like this. And everything was going along great – until they got in the argument over her motorcycle. “We can race,” she said, with a hint of mischievous adventure in her voice.

“Over my dead body,” Isaac laid down the law. “You will ride behind me, holding on to me as tight as you can. Later, after I’ve seen you ride around the ranch, we’ll see about riding somewhere together.”

“You realize I rode that bike here from Nevada.”

“Don’t remind me. Anything could have happened to you – that’s over 1200 miles.” He rubbed his hand across his face in exasperation. “How many times had you ridden it before you took off on that trip?”

“A few, the guys at the Shady Lady helped me practice with it.” When she used the word ‘practice’ his expression turned thunderous.