Chaste (McCullough Mountain) (44 page)

“Do
you want to stop?”

“No.
I just wasn’t expecting that.”

She
looked up at him and parted her lips again. His hand gently cupped the back of
her head as he slid onto her tongue. Ashlynn breathed through her nose and
Kelly cursed. “You have no idea how good your mouth feels.”

His
words were strong incentive. Her lips tightened around him and she sucked
gently. He hissed and bucked forward. When she thought to pull away, his hand
held her in place.

“Please
don’t stop, love.”

He
moved his hips, pressing his length slowly in and out of her mouth. His flesh
was smooth over her tongue.

“That’s
it. Suck a little harder.”

She
leaned up and used his hips for balance. Kelly’s motions quickened as did his
breathing. His hand tightened in her hair and she was suddenly taking him
eagerly.

Hearing
his words and moans of pleasure fueled her to do better. Her nails dug into his
hips as she took him as deep as possible. He lifted on his toes and his thighs
shook.

Before
she knew what was happening, she was jerked off the floor, tossed on the bed,
and he was inside of her. She gasped at the intrusion, her sex still tender.

“Shit.
I’m sorry. Are you okay?”

She
wanted him there. Her body was primed and needy from touching him. “Yes.”

He
thrust into her with a bit more ease and she moaned. Her insides awakened. He
lifted her legs, holding her under her knees as he filled her. Her bottom
teetered at the edge of the bed as his hips slapped against her flesh.

“I
won’t last,” he said, reaching his hands between their bodies. His fingers
strummed over the sensitive bud there and delicious heat zapped up her spine.
“Come with me, Ashlynn.”

He
did things she was unprepared for, things that—no matter how many ways she
imagined—went far beyond the fantasy. His touch was the most incredible thing
she’d ever experienced.

His
fingers rubbed in fast circles. Her body tightened as he thrust into her
quickly. She had no idea how anyone could multitask in the light of so much
sensation, but he did.

Her
head fell back into the mattress and she cried out. He grunted and pressed into
her, his fingers tightening on her legs as his body pulsed deep inside her
channel. His hips twitched as he kept moving.

Releasing
her legs he collapsed on top of her, catching his weight at the last moment. He
kissed her passionately and whispered against her lips, “You’re a very good
student. I’m very happy, Mrs. McCullough.”

She
smiled as his words of praise washed over her. She’d enjoyed doing that to him
more than she expected. “You can have that whenever you need.”

He
grunted and sealed his lips to hers. His tongue delved deep in her mouth as he
scooped her off the bed, keeping their bodies connected. “You’re a good little
wife. Let’s shower.”

Ashlynn
had never showered with anyone else. It seemed odd that Kelly would want to do
so. She placed two fluffy towels on the sink as he adjusted the temperature of
the water.

Kelly’s
body pressed to her back, his mouth tracing the curve of her shoulder. “Let’s
get wet,” he whispered, cupping her breasts from behind.

She
stared at their reflection and found it quite erotic. “Look at us,” she
whispered.

Kelly’s
blue eyes reflected in the misty glass. “You’re so beautiful, Ashlynn.”

She
never really considered herself more than ordinary, but Kelly made her view
herself differently. He made her see herself as a woman, a very attractive
woman.

His
hand slid low, fingers splaying over her flat belly. “Our child could already
be here.”

Breath
filled her as the realization settled in. “Do you think?”

The
backs of his knuckles glided over her skin. “I hope. Not that I’m in any rush,
but you make me want things I never wanted before. I want them with
you.
”

“Me
too.” How magical making love was, that it could end with the creation of life.

He
pulled her to the shower and they stepped under the spray of water. He never
took his hands from her flesh. His touch was everywhere, caressing, petting,
stroking, pulling. She was becoming addicted to his touch, loving the rasp of
his calloused fingers over her softer skin.

He
cupped her sex. “Do you hurt here? I wasn’t gentle last time and I should’ve
been.”

“It’s
tender, but it doesn’t hurt.”

He
teased at her flesh. Every time he’d put his hands on her since they made their
vows it was blatantly sexual. The sensation of feeling so owned was actually
quite satisfying. It was now evident how much he’d been holding back.

He
soaped up a washcloth and ran it over her skin. Bubbles glided down her legs
and swirled at the bottom of the tub.

“Let
me kiss it all better,” he said, dropping to his knees.

She
stared down at his dark hair as his palms pressed her thighs apart and widened
her stance. His thumbs gently parted her slit and he licked at her folds. She
quivered and gripped his shoulders. She really liked when he put his mouth on
her there, but her tolerance was shaky. It was simply
too
good.

“Kelly,
I don’t know if I can take much more.”

“I’ll
be extra gentle,” he said, nibbling on her hip.

She
gasped. Would he always be this insatiable? She couldn’t deny that she enjoyed
everything he did. She only worried she might have a difficult time keeping up.
At this rate she’d need an extra dose of vitamins in her diet.

His
tongue parted her, reaching inside of her and she nearly lost her balance.
“Kelly!”

He
didn’t stop. The soft probing continued. This was different from the night
before. He actually tasted her sex. His thumb lightly strummed the little bud
peeking past her folds and her body pulsed softly under his touch.

His
mouth pulled at her flesh. His hands gripped her backside and held her tight.
When something poked at her back entrance she jumped. “Hey!”

He
chuckled and smiled up at her. “Not ready for that yet?”

“Ready
for
what
?” she demanded.

His
expression blanked and then he smiled wickedly. “Oh, sweet Ashlynn, there’s so
much to show you.”

She
blinked in confusion and then he bit her thigh. “Ouch!”

“Sorry,
love. I just can’t get enough of you.”

His
mouth returned to her sex. She jerked at the still new sensation of him kissing
her there. It was softer than when he put other parts of his body there.
Delicate. She liked it
a lot
.

His
tongue flicked and searched and soon her cries were echoing in the small
bathroom as her pleasure unraveled. Kelly stood and held her, hugged her. She
needed a nap and it wasn’t even nine o’clock.

They
took turns washing each other’s hair. When it was her turn with the washcloth
she took her time. As she freely explored his body she asked questions about
his tattoos.

“What
does this one say?”

“It’s
the Gaelic word for mother.”

“And
this one?”

“It’s
the Lord’s prayer.”

“Do
you speak Gaelic?”

“Is
féidir liom, mo ghrá.”

She
smiled, loving the choppy sound of the words. “What does that mean?”

“I
do, my love.” He reached past her and shut off the spigot. “Shall we go back to
bed?”

“To
sleep?”

“Yes.”

After
they dried each other off, they climbed under the covers. Kelly pulled her
close and she sighed. Nothing had ever felt as right as being in his arms.

* * * *

When
they awoke it was well past noon. Ashlynn was famished. She nudged Kelly softly
and he stirred. “Are you hungry?”

“Starving.”

“Should
I make dinner?”

“We
could order pizza.”

“Okay.”

She
needed to stretch her legs. After they ordered pizza she pulled on her robe and
went downstairs. Kelly eventually followed her. “You’re naked!”

He
shrugged. “My bags in the truck. Mind getting it for me?”

She
returned upstairs and dressed so she could go to the truck and find Kelly’s
clothes. When he saw her, he said, “Hey, no clothes on the day after the
wedding.”

“I
wasn’t going outside in just my robe.” She handed him his bag. “After we eat do
you mind if we take a ride to my dad’s? He might need a hand cleaning up after
yesterday.”

“I’m
sure my mum took care of it.”

“Still,
I’d like to see him.”

He
gave her a strange look. “I don’t think your father wants to see me, knowing
what we’ve been up to.”

“Don’t
be silly. You’re my husband now.”

“I
guess.”

The
pizza arrived and they ate in the kitchen. “Did you paint this house yourself?”

“Every
room.”

Kelly
stood and stretched. He patted his belly. “You ready?”

She
cleared his plate. “Dishes go in the sink, Mr. McCullough.”

He
stilled. “Sorry, love.”

When
they arrived at her father’s Ashlynn was surprised no traces of their wedding
remained. “Daddy?”

“Hey,
sug!” They entered the den and Roy gave them each an assessing look. “How’s
married life?”

Her
face heated and Kelly said, “That first grandchild should be here any day now.
Oomph!”

She
hadn’t meant to backhand him in the stomach, but she couldn’t believe he said
that. Roy’s face paled. “Don’t make me kill you, boy.”

“Sorry,
sir.”

She
put on a pot of coffee and Kelly’s outburst was quickly forgotten, or so she
pretended it was. As they visited they talked about Kelly’s role at the bar and
the sort of hours he kept. She hadn’t realized he sometimes didn’t get home
until four in the morning. She was usually waking up at that time.

When
they left it was nearly ten at night. Being that they both ran their own
businesses, they could only afford a couple days off. Tomorrow she’d be
checking on the market and Kelly would be opening the pub.

When
they returned home she was exhausted. It had been a long weekend and she had to
run a large shipment to the market in the morning.

“Do
you want to watch some TV?” Kelly asked as he kicked off his shoes in the hall.

“I
have to be up early in the morning.” She nudged his shoes out of the way with
the toe of her boot.

“Are
you going to bed?” He frowned.

“Kelly,
my day starts at dawn.”

“Right.
Okay, well I’ll be up in a bit.”

Ashlynn
kissed him and went upstairs to change. As she picked up her old nightshirt,
she glanced at the closet. Inside were all the fancy lace nightgowns she’d been
given. She supposed that was what married women slept in. Tossing the shirt back
in the drawer, she went to the closet and selected a long white satin gown.

The
material slid over her shoulder like a cool breeze. She turned when the door
opened.

“Love,
where do you keep the remote?” He stilled. “Jesus. You look incredible.” He
came to her in two steps. His fingers lifted the thin silk strap and he stared
at the crevice between her breasts. “I think I’m ready for bed too.”

Her
mouth curved at the corners. Her husband might be a sex addict. He stripped his
shirt off his shoulders and tossed it in the corner. She frowned. “The hamper’s
there.” Her finger pointed.

His
dark blue eyes bore into hers as he backed her up to the bed. “I’ll get it
later.”

His
head dipped and he sucked at the flesh of her shoulder. Her nipples beaded
tightly under the silk gown as her breath caught. She sighed his name as his
fingers bunched up the soft fabric.

His
hand pressed between her legs and she stepped wide, allowing him entrance. His
finger pressed into her and she gasped.

“Fuck,
you’re so soft here.”

She
was becoming immune to his coarse language, actually liking the way he said
dirty things to her when they were alone. She reached for his belt and
unlatched the clasp, sliding the leather free. Her fingers undid the button of
his jeans and lowered the zipper.

“Take
me out, Ashlynn. Touch me.”

She
pulled him free as he continued to finger her. Kicking off his pants and shoes,
he backed her to the bed and tumbled her onto the mattress. Her hand gripped
him and stroked his hot flesh.

He
pressed his finger deep inside of her and her spine arched. He repeated the
motion and she gasped. He withdrew his finger and brought it to her mouth.
“Taste.”

She
stilled. When she made no move to open her mouth, he traced his glistening
finger over her lips.