Hard as Stone (Passion in Paradise: The Men of the McKinnnon Sisters) (31 page)

He could feel her
cunt beginning to tighten around his cock, the pleasure/pain of the clasp
setting off a tingling low in his balls.  Shafting harder in and out of her, he
snarled.  Never had he felt anything as good as her pussy strangling his dick,
trying to milk all that was him from his body.  In that moment, he cursed the
makers of condoms everywhere.  He wanted to fill her up with everything he had
to give.  

“Oh, God, I can’t
take it,” Harmony whimpered, reaching for him, desperate to feel him against
her. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she felt him give her some of his
weight as he came over her, his chest crushing hers. 

“Yes, you can,”
Jake growled against her cheek before licking a few droplets of salty sweat
from her neck.  “You’re gonna take my cock, baby.  Deep and hard,” he grunted
as he felt her pussy began to convulse around him.  “Fuck yeah, you’re takin’
it!  Because you’re mine, Harmony. 
MINE!
” he hissed, thrusting harder
as Harmony screamed, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm as he
covered her mouth and fucked her through it.

Her release
catapulted him toward his own, and seconds later, his thrusts had become jerky
and uncoordinated, sloppy against her hips.  “Fuck, Harmony,” he bit out
through clenched teeth as he lifted his head to stare into her satisfied blue
eyes.  “Take me there, baby,” he groaned as her arms and legs wrapped him up in
a cocoon of sensation and his hips lunged one last time, taking her mouth as he
grunted his release down her throat and planted his cock deep as he could go,
unloading everything he had inside her before he collapsed heavily on top of
her. 

Groaning when he
finally caught his breath, he rolled to the side, keeping them connected by
pulling her leg over his hip.  Clamping his hand around her hip, he held on and
stared into her eyes.  “You okay, baby?  I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asked
quickly, relieved when she gave him a sweet smile.

“No… though I’m thinking
we’ll both be sore tomorrow,” she replied with laughter in her voice, then
glanced around at the destroyed bed.  “We were a little wild.”

Following her gaze,
Jacob chuckled.  Half the pillows were on the floor, and they’d torn the sheets
off the mattress in two places.  “Totally worth it,” he remarked softly,
leaning forward to exchange a slow, easy kiss with her.

“Totally worth it,”
she agreed with a happy nod when he released her mouth.  Staring at him for a
long moment, she asked huskily.  “Was I?”

Jacob frowned, not
liking that uncertain look her pretty face now wore.  “Were you what, darlin’?”

“Worth it,” she
supplied, her voice barely audible.

“Seriously?  You’re
askin’ me that shit?” he growled, coming up on an elbow to lean over her.

Harmony nodded,
forcing herself to meet his eyes. “Yeah.”

“Harmony, baby,
it’s a good fuckin’ night – no pun intended - when a man realizes that the best
he’s ever had is the last he’ll ever have.  So, yeah, you were more than worth
the wait.”

His answer had been
totally automatic and completely truthful, but he knew the second he told her,
that he’d said the right thing.  Her eyes lit up and he swore to God that
sunshine filled the room in the dead of night.  It was the most fucking
gorgeous thing he’d ever seen in his life.

“Thank you,”
Harmony whispered, lifting her head to drop a shy kiss against his mouth.

“No, baby.” He
shook his head and burrowed a hand through her hair.  “Thank
you
,” he
whispered, pulling her over him again.

Harmony shivered as
she felt Jake’s hand fist in her hair.  Shifting her hold on the headboard, she
thanked God that the bed was built to be sturdy because her man was a force to
be reckoned with when he was aroused.  The last several hours had illuminated
that fact with a clarity she’d have to be blind to miss. 

Forty-two years old
or not, they were on round four and he showed no sign of running out of
stamina.  Not that she was complaining. 

Hell, no.

Everything he’d
done to her so far had been amazing.  She’d been ridden and rode hard.  She’d
dominated and been dominated.  And he’d shown her pleasure she hadn’t known
existed, all the while letting her know that she was loved… treasured, but most
of all, safe.

She was flourishing
under his attention, shedding her inhibitions, spreading her wings, and flying
higher than she’d ever imagined possible. 

“Fuck, that’s my
girl,” he praised roughly in a low grunt as he tunneled inside her, his fingers
tightening, pulling her hair in a way she didn’t just like… she loved.  “Play
with your clit, baby,” he ordered against her ear, bracing one hand beside her
as he gripped the top of the headboard and powered deeper. 

Her hand dropped to
the wetness between her legs and she spread her fingers, feeling his hard cock
slide past them, going deep… so deep.  She couldn’t deny that she loved his
reaction to her touch – the way his breath hitched and he stiffened behind her. 
Moving her fingers back to her clit, she circled it gently as he continued
thrusting, pushing her body against the unforgiving wood and pinning her.

“Still wondering if
I’m gonna need one of Aunt Orla’s magic blue pills, baby?” he rasped in her
ear, sinking so forcefully into her that she felt his balls slap against her
ass. 

Harmony smiled into
her arm at that remark.  She’d playfully offered to get one of those pills from
her purse when Jake had still been recovering from round three a few minutes
ago.  His answer had been to immediately roll her onto her stomach and proceed
in getting round four started.  Sans Viagra, of course.  “Don’t really think
you need it yet,” she gasped, her fingers stuttering against her swollen bud
when she gasped as he went impossibly deep.

“Yet?” he echoed on
a low rumble muffled by her shoulder.  “Try never, Wild One,” he vowed, working
himself in and out of her slick channel with thrusts that threatened to bring
the bed down around them.  “This tight little cunt is
all
I need to stay
hard, Harmony,” he informed her gruffly as one hand settled over her bare
stomach.  “
You’re
all I need, baby,” he said against her neck, his teeth
finding the throbbing pulse in her neck and nipping gently.

“God, Jacob,”
Harmony whimpered as Jake’s hand dropped to find her own, pressing it harder
against the slick, throbbing button that controlled her pleasure. 

“Love watching you
touch yourself, Harmony,” he groaned in her ear, his eyes riveted to their
fingers as they moved together over the slippery tangle of nerves.  “Hottest
fucking thing I’ve ever seen.  Let me see you taste yourself.  Lick your
fingers with that pretty pink tongue for me,” he ordered, guiding her shiny
fingers toward her lips.

Opening her lips,
she felt his hot breath against her cheek as she slipped her index finger
between her lips and whirled her tongue around it, the raw sound he made behind
her the only reward she needed.

Gripping her hips,
he took her harder as her tongue licked her wet fingers.  “Fuck, yes!” he
snarled, his hips like pistons as they drove toward her.  His hand honed in on
her clit as he drove them both toward release.  “Need this, Harmony,” he confessed
thickly against the nape of her neck.  “Need you!  Tighten, baby,” he growled,
his voice growing primal and sharp.  “Tighten that pussy for me!”

Squeezing her
muscles around his pulsing shaft, Harmony keened as she exploded, white-hot
throbbing pleasure sizzling through her veins as he thrust hard one final
time.  She felt his long, deep groan vibrating against her skin as he buried
his face in her neck a split second before his teeth sank into her shoulder.

Roaring his
satisfaction, Jacob surged inside her one last time, lunging deep to plant his
cock inside her to the root as he marked her.  “Fuck!” he snarled, releasing
his teeth from her skin to brush his lips gently back and forth over his mark. 
Tonguing it lightly as she moaned her satisfaction, he rested his forehead
against her shoulder.  “This gets better every fucking time, darlin’,” he
whispered, one arm tightening around her waist as he took her weight against
him.  “Never had this before.  Never felt that connection with anyone before
you.”

Harmony sighed, her
eyelids fluttering as she rested, her back to his front, his dick still buried
deep.  “You say things like that and I feel like the most special girl in the
world,” she confided quietly.

“Good.  Especially
since you’re the only girl gonna ever
be
in my world, Harmony. You’re
mine and I’m yours.”  And it was true, he thought.  No more.  With her, he was
done.  He’d found his ‘One and Only’.  He’d laughed at other guys he’d heard do
it…proclaim that they were finished with all other pussy for life.  He’d
laughed his ass off when he’d listened to friends fall into the trap.  Pussy,
after all, was pussy.  No man turned it down, right? 

Fuckin’ wrong.

Because he knew
that all the pussy in the world, free and easy as it was to come by, couldn’t
equate to what he held against him.  He’d do
anything
to keep this
feeling that suffused him right now.

Turning to catch
his eyes, Harmony blinked.  “You mean that, don’t you?”

“Never say shit
that I don’t mean, Harmony.  You know this,” Jacob chided, palming her cheek
and stroking his thumb against the apple.  “I feel this down to my bones, baby. 
I love you.  You’re it,” Jacob vowed softly.  Yeah, staring in those tranquil
blue pools, he
knew
she was it for him.  Alpha and omega, his beginning
and his end, and every other poetic crock of shit he’d ever heard.  It was all
true.

Turning her head,
Harmony pressed a kiss to the inside of his wrist.  “I do,” she acknowledged
softly.  “I just…sometimes it’s hard to wrap my mind around the fact that I’m
actually happy.  I mean, I haven’t been
not
happy, but you… you make me
feel.  And believe me when you’ve spent as much time as I have trying
not
to feel, this is a little overwhelming.  I keep waiting for the rain.”

“The rain?” Jacob
asked against her temple.

“Mmm hmm… seems
like the sunniest days are always followed by the rain.”

“I can’t promise
clear skies, darlin’,” Jacob admitted quietly.  “But I can damn sure be there
with the umbrella when that rain falls.”

Harmony smiled. 
Because really?  What more could she ask for from him.  He couldn’t stop the
storms that rolled in from the horizon.  A vow to keep her from getting wet,
though?  Yes, she’d take that. 

“Need to take care
of the condom, babe,” Jacob murmured, brushing her hair off her neck and
dropping a kiss against her collar bone.  “Be right back.”

Sighing as she
watched his well-defined ass saunter toward the bathroom, Harmony came down on
her hip, rolled to her back, and stretched languorously.  Arms sprawled above
her head, she stared at the ceiling.  She listened to the muted sounds
emanating from the bathroom and offered the ceiling fan a tiny smile.

She’d meant what
she’d shared with Jake.  She felt happy… and hopeful… and all those other girly
emotions that she’d trained her body not to feel since Tanner.   There was no
denying that she was terrified, but in a good way.  Other than her sisters and
her daughter, no one had told her that they loved her in years...but most
especially no
man
.  And when she had heard a man – or a close
impersonation of one, anyway – other than her father say those words in the
past, they had always felt empty.  Flat.  Lacking in a way that left her
feeling, well – flat
and
empty.  They were the words that her ex-husband
had tossed at her to fill the void when he’d invariably stepped across the line
with her.  They hadn’t held any real meaning for him, and she’d finally
realized over the last several years that the reason for that was that he’d
never meant them.  After a while, Tanner had stopped using them at all, fully
aware that she wasn’t buying his particular brand of bullshit anymore.

With Jake, her
heart was sure he did mean them.  Her head was slowly accepting the possibility
that he
could
mean them.  And her too long ignored girly bits?  They
were all happily dancing the Jake Love Mambo any time he got close. 

Running a hand
through her tangled hair, she sighed.  She was screwed.  Literally and
figuratively.  Swallowing the panic rising in her throat, she reminded herself
that this didn’t have to end like it did with Tanner.  People had happy,
healthy,
normal
relationships every day.  Couples did get their happy
endings.  Sure, they had to work for them, but it happened.  Look at Faith and
Cain, she reasoned to herself.  A year ago, she’d have placed money against
them ever being able to make a go of their ruined love affair again, but with
hard work and a little helpful meddling from her and the rest of their wacky
family, they’d salvaged their relationship.