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Reece Butler

spend time and money on primping when no one would notice?

If she was his woman, he’d pamper her with attention. He’d trim her close to see her lips when she walked naked toward him. Her swollen lips would make an obvious promise. He’d easily see where his cock would press her open.

Concentrate on what you’ve got in front of you, idiot!

Flicking his tongue, he tapped his way toward her center. He pressed deep, lapping at the clear liquid seeping from her cave.

Pulling back, he sucked very gently on the hood of her clit. It rose majestically in response to his touch.

“Oh, God, that feels good,” she moaned.

He worked on and around her clit, flicking and encouraging it to swell. He pressed his thick middle finger deep into her. She arched as he gently stretched her. He added another finger. She was tight, though she had lots of fluid to spare. He tickled his way down her perineum to her tight backdoor. When he pressed lightly with his pinkie she arched her back, shoving her bottom onto his finger.

“Like that, do you?”

Her moans were the only answer. That and panting. Damn, he’d gone so long without that he’d have to fight not to explode like a teenager as soon as he entered her.

He stood up, took the condom out of his pocket, and shucked his jeans, wincing as he released himself.

“No. Let me see you first.”

About to sheath himself, he stopped at her demand. Bottom lip caught between her teeth, her eyes travelled over him, leaving a burning brand behind. Did she think he was too big? His body was shorter and thicker than Adam, as was his cock.

“I can’t hold on much longer, sweetling,” he choked.

She stretched like a cat wanting cream and opened her legs.

“Neither can I.”

He covered himself, knelt, and pressed an inch into her. He caught the tiny wince, quickly hidden. She was too tight for this position. He
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swooped her into his arms and moved her higher on the bed. He lay on his back next to her, rampant like the mast of a schooner.

“Climb on top, sweetling. That way you can control your level of penetration. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You’ll let me be on top?” Her blue eyes, half closed in sensual response, opened fully.

“There’s no ‘let’ to it.” He winked. “I can’t wait to suck those giant nipples of yours while you ride my cock.”

She stood above him, a bit unsteady on the mattress. From his viewpoint, she was perfect. Strong thighs to ride him. Wide hips that had birthed a healthy son. A waist that flared into breasts much smaller than Candy’s but—he realized—just right for him. Her huge nipples made up for everything. That and the wicked smile of anticipation. She’d been denied pleasure for too long, but he’d make up for it. He had another twenty-four hours to prove how great sex could be.

She knelt over him, smiling like Mona Lisa. With his hands guiding her, she sank, slowly pressing down until she engulfed his first few inches.

ThankYouGodThankYouGod.

He fought not to surge into her tight heat with every ounce of control he’d learned over his life. He focused on the breasts proudly held above him. He palmed them, flicking her large nipples. He pinched them between his fingers just enough that she gasped and settled another few inches. She squeezed him tight, her hot sheath throbbing. Or was that his cock? It didn’t matter, they were one.

She panted, head back, eyes closed and smile wide. She sat tall, proudly displaying herself. Then she began to move. He silently cursed, working out algebra equations to keep from exploding.

Slowly at first, she scraped her pussy against him, back and forth.

She pressed hard, tilting her hips to get the feel of him. He clenched his teeth along with every muscle he had, forcing them not to move.

Not to explode and ruin her first ride to glory.

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Her rhythm built, back and forth, faster and harder. She had to come first, but it better be damn soon! She whimpered and he finally allowed himself to help.

He snuck a finger between his pelvis and her clit, giving her a knob to rub against. He grasped her breast with the other and pushed up from his heels, meeting her rhythm as best he could.

Damn, he wanted to see her face as she exploded for the first time, riding his cock.

She whimpered, whipping her head about, riots of red curls tumbling around her pale freckled skin.

“Come on, baby,” he gasped. “You can do it. Let go. Use me to get what you want. Now!”

He pinched her nipple at the same time as her clit. She gave a silent scream, arched high, and then exploded. He grabbed her hips to hold her close as he slammed into her from below, meeting every thrust until his own explosion hit and he pumped, body on autopilot, mind gone.

Finally exhausted, she sank her hot, sweaty breasts onto his panting chest. He gathered his arms around her, holding her close as he murmured and rubbed her soft, womanly skin.

Until a hot drip hit his chest.

“Aw, darlin’,” he said. “That bad, huh?”

She nodded, rubbing her face against his chest without looking up.

He sighed and kissed the top of her head, the only place he could reach. She smelled of strawberry shampoo and sex.

He waited while she had a little cry, remembering a few times Candy had done the same. He wasn’t too worried. He knew it was from an emotional explosion and not his lack of technique.

He learned a lot about women during his wild phase from fifteen to twenty-five. So many women couldn’t let go and enjoy themselves because of past issues. Kaela enjoyed herself this time when she was on top and too far gone to stop. But could she otherwise? If she was tied up and blindfolded so she didn’t have a choice, she might be able
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to. Then again, with her past, perhaps not.

Women often held themselves back, denying their own pleasure in favor of their man. If Kaela gave up control, he could prove her body was made for pleasure. He’d take hours, bringing her to the brink of orgasm then backing off until she begged for release.

Blood rushed south, preparing to do what his mind suggested.

When she took a deep, shuddery breath and snuggled close, he relaxed and ran his fingers in a broad circle from her neck to cup her sweet bottom, and back. She wriggled against him when his fingers found special spots, ensuring his cock never quite went limp inside her.

“That calls for a repeat. And then a three-peat,” he said.

She lifted her head enough to meet his gaze. As he expected, she was a bit shy and hesitant and a lot satisfied. He remembered their first time with Candy and how she’d been shy. That hadn’t lasted very long. Candy learned to be a very demanding lady very quickly.

Kaela bit her lip and flicked her eyes over him. She pursed her lips, eyes flashing wickedly.

“Scotty’s good for another hour. But can you last, cowboy?”

His cock hardened within her at the taunt. He growled and rolled over, pressing her under him.

“A cowboy never backs off from a challenge.”

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Kaela watched her son and lover for a moment, both laughing as Bryan chased Scotty in low gear, duck-walking. This was how real fathers behaved. A whole different species of male compared to what she’d known. If she ever married, this was the type of man she’d want. Of course, he’d have to be far less arrogant and more amenable to her taking the lead. While a take-charge kind of guy was sexy, he was too threatening. She’d not let go of her hard-won independence.

“My reservation for the week included care for my son.” She repeated the sentence clearly and calmly to the desk clerk, though she clenched her fists at her sides.

“Only if there’s enough demand. Not this week.” He smiled blandly and slid a paper across the desk. “The hotel provides this list of local caregivers and their hourly rates, no guarantees, of course.”

She looked down. “They make more per hour than I do!”

“Then perhaps you should reconsider your choice of

employment,” he murmured, smirking. “Women who don’t mind sharing a bed can make much more. Especially if they’re, shall we say, amenable.” He looked around to make sure no one but she had heard him He winked and escaped through a doorway to the office behind.

She swallowed wrong and choked. Had the maid told him the sofa bed had not been opened? That she and Bryan shared the bed? She opened her mouth to tell the clerk off and then hesitated. If she made a fuss, Bryan would vault over the desk, grab the creep, and plant his
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fist in that sneering face.

The clerk deserved it, but they’d be thrown out and Bryan might end up in jail. In addition to bailing him out, she’d still have no babysitter. She had no money to rent another room, even if she could find one. Her car had pretty much wheezed its last breath in the parking lot. She didn’t think it would start again. She desperately needed the environmental certificate she’d earn by Friday. Then she’d complain in writing all the way up the hotel chain’s ranks until she got satisfaction.

She folded the list and shoved it in her back pocket. She had enough money to pay for a babysitter, barely, but it would cut into her first and last month’s rent deposit. Eyes resting on the rug’s practical dirt-and-rust pattern, she sifted through possibilities. She might be able to float a loan until April and her birthday. But that was five long months away.

“Problem, Kaela?”

She startled and then forced her best big girl smile. It was their last night together and she wanted to enjoy it. To enjoy him.

“Turns out the babysitting service fell through for next week. I’ve got a list of names, though.” She patted her picket where the list waited. His eyes followed, lingering on her behind. “I have some phoning to do tonight if I want to complete my certificate.”

She turned her back and headed to the stairs. She had to keep Bryan behind her until she got herself under control. She heard a whoop and squeals as Bryan scooped up Scotty and followed. They trudged up the empty stairwell, Scotty’s voice echoing as usual. She figured he got it from his sperm-donor father—Freddie loved to hear himself talk. She’d almost reached the top when Bryan spoke.

“You do the course, I’ll do Scotty.”

“What?” She stopped and turned, feet on different steps, and stared down at him. He blinked back, face calm and unreadable. “I thought you were going home tomorrow.”

“Nah.” Bryan shrugged. “I told Gary I’d hang around this week as
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an advisor. I don’t need to be home until the weekend.” He bounced Scotty. “I have to be somewhere, so I might as well be useful. I can bring the laddie along with me to class when I need to.”

She turned to face forward, heart fluttering as much as her belly.

More nights of fabulous sex? But she hated to be beholden to anyone.

No matter how desperate or greedy for more. She dropped her head.

“Bryan, I can’t let you—”

“Yes, you can.”

“I—”

“Woman, be quiet and listen for once!”

She snapped her mouth shut and turned back to him, teeth set and jaw clenched. Though his words sounded angry, he still held Scotty without doing anything that would upset the child.

“Correct me if I’m wrong,” he lectured. “You have no job, no family to pitch in and help, and you drive a piece of sh—”

She opened her mouth to tell him off for swearing.

“—of junk that won’t last more than fifty miles before the rust holding it together finally crumbles.”

“But I can’t let you—”

“Hold it!” He held up his free hand like a traffic cop. When she shut her mouth and glared, he winced and looked away. He ran his free hand through his newly-cut hair and sighed. “I like you and don’t want this to end yet,” he mumbled.

“What?” She grabbed the stair rail. He wanted to spend more time with her? The dread she’d been hiding from herself slipped away.

They had another week together.

“You heard me,” he growled. “And anyway, I’m bigger than you are. So say, ‘yes, Bryan.’”

He raised his eyebrows in challenge and stared deep into her eyes.

She recognized his determination. It was the same thing that got her through. It would save her rent money and it would mean five more nights together. She couldn’t remember anyone making such an unselfish offer. He waggled his eyebrows and leered. Maybe it wasn’t
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unselfish.

“Yes, Bryan.”

“That was easy. Will you answer my next question the same way?”

“Depends what it is.”

Feet suddenly light, she ran up the stairs, heart pounding at the strain as well as relief. One more week of temporary security. Hot meals, delivered. Scotty happy. A soft bed, worth more than her car, shared with a very hot man.

Bryan kept quiet until the door shut behind them. Scotty fought to get down, heading for his yellow ducky as soon as his feet hit the floor. She waited while Bryan kicked off his shoes and pulled his T-shirt over his head. She swallowed at the broad chest that felt so good when she rested her head on it. She lifted her eyes, catching the wink that proved he realized where her thoughts had gone.

“Um.” She swallowed. “What’s the question you want me to answer?”

“I want to tie you up and have my wicked way with you.”

“No.” She automatically shook her head, heart pounding, and backed toward the bathroom, not stopping until she locked the door.

She slumped against it, her hot forehead touching the cool wood. This was her chance to let go. She hauled a shuddering breath deep into her lungs.

She’d had to be in control of herself since her parents died and she moved in with her aunt and uncle. One false step—an innocent look taken wrong, a slight noise intruding—and swift and painful punishment followed.

When she left at eighteen, she fought hard to become strong and independent, until Freddie. While she despised the man, she let him treat her like a brainless manikin. He didn’t force her to do whatever he wanted, at his convenience, for promises he never intended to keep.