Just Her Luck (27 page)

I cupped my breast and held it out to him like an offering, crying out when he latched onto it and sucked hard, tongue lashing my nipple ring, raking over it, making me call out in ecstasy, babbling mindless nonsense as I gripped his hair, my cunt clamping down on him.

I came crashing over the edge, my sex convulsing and rippling around him wildly as I panted and practically howled, making ridiculous noises I didn't even know I could make.

I couldn't even control it, not even if I'd wanted to, lost in the moment, lost to him, to
this
.

He came right then, and my body burst back to life with a fresh wave of orgasm, milking his shaft anew, his shout of completion ringing out across the lake as he shuddered and pulsed inside me, his body trembling, neck straining as he threw his head back, mouth open in a silent shout, muscles tensing and bunching.

He groaned and dropped his head forward, hips pumping almost leisurely now as our bodies wound down, sated, replete.

He snuggled into me, nuzzling my neck, arms lifting me up to tuck me into his chest as he rolled us onto our sides, still joined, legs tangled.

I glanced down and noticed his pants and boots were still on, jeans lowered just enough to let his cock free to play, pants sitting just under his round pale rump, safely out of the way.

Giggling, I ran my hand over one of the pale muscular cheeks, laughing when he shivered and pulled my hand back, cupping it over his heart.

He gave me a shit eating grin and grasped my chin, kissing me tenderly.

"God, you feel good, Genny. I could stay like this forever."

He thrust experimentally, gasping when I clamped down on him on purpose, biting at his nipple when he cupped my ass and pulled me flush against him.

"Soon enough you'll change your mind," I chuckled, thinking of how cool the nights could get out here sometimes, doodling little circles on his chest.

"Nope. I don't think so, I like it just like this." He ran a hand along my collar bone, kissing my forehead, his other hand propping his head up.

"It gets cold out here," I teased, laughter lighting my eyes.

"I'll keep you warm, baby," he practically purred, making me giggle, my hand running over the bottom of his beard to tickle under his chin.

"Come on, ya big brute," I clamped my pussy muscles down on him again, letting him know how much I like the 'big brute' I was referring to, "I still need to go make dinner."

"I'm not hungry for food," he mock growled, taking my lips again, pausing only long enough to rub our noses in a quick Eskimo kiss. "All I need right now is you, Genny. Just you. I'm hungry for you, baby."

It was pitch black before we managed to untangle ourselves long enough to crawl towards the house for nourishment.

We grinned like loons the whole way.

The Best ‘Presence’ Are Free

I shifted closer, brushing my legs with his, snuggling in when he turned and wrapped his thigh over mine, murmuring groggily.

"Mmm... love you, baby."

He grabbed a handful of my ass, sighing contentedly in his sleep.

I couldn't help the big grin or the ridiculously girlish giggle as warmth spread through me, encasing me, making me all giddy inside as he casually declared his feelings for me. Making me feel like the most precious thing in the world.

He says he loves me
, I thought, in awe.

He loves me and he has no qualms about it.

Me.

The wind started to howl a little outside, whipping against the window, and lost in my thoughts like I was, the sudden noise made me jumpy.

Ephraim popped up and blinked rapidly, trying to look around the room for any intended threat.

"Sorry," I whispered, putting a hand on his chest, urging him to lay back down, "I'm jumpy. It was just the wind."

"You alright?" he mumbled.

He leaned down and kissed me, pulling me down to rest my head on his chest.

"I am now."

"Good." He yawned, fluffing his pillow under his head, his other hand stroking my scalp.

He cleared his throat and squinted, looking around for something.

"What time is it?" he asked.

"Uhm," I glanced at my little alarm clock. "It's four in the morning."

He gave me a goofy grin and took my hand in his, kissing the tips, fingers idly playing with them.

"What's the silly smile for?" I asked quietly, amused, wanting in on the joke.

"Nothin'," he chuckled, shaking his head, grin still firmly in place.

"Doesn't look like
nothing
," I pried, letting my fingers walk down his torso, making the slow trip to his ever rising 'brute'.

"It's just... it's my birthday today and I was thinkin', this is the best birthday I've ever had," he picked up a few locks of my hair, inhaling the scent of the apple shampoo I like to use, "probably ever."

"It's your birthday?" I stilled my fingers and my gaze flicked up to his.

"Uh-huh," he said distractedly, eyes glued to my breasts as I sat up.

He reached up and cupped them, thumbs running over my large round nipples, index fingers reaching up to join them as he began playing with the barbells he found there.

"They look even prettier with them dumbbells you got shootin' through ‘em. You have mighty purdy tits, baby."

"Purdy tits? Dumbbells?" I burst out laughing, jiggling the mounds in question, much to his fascination and further enticement, as I laughed at him.

"Whatever." He shrugged, unabashed, hair tousled even more from sleep, a field of cowlicks covering his soft brown hair.

I found it completely adorable.

Makes me just want to kiss him.

"Don't matter to me what ya call ‘em," he murmured huskily, eyes glittering with hunger once again, accent thicker with his arousal, "I just know I like ‘em."

"Oh?" I asked coyly, growing bold, pushing them into his hands.

"Mmmm, hmm..."

"Have you figured out what you want for your birthday yet?" I asked, looking down at him expectantly, pulling the sheets back to straddle his hips.

His eyes about rolled back in his head when my pussy lips covered the underside of his shaft, sliding up and down on him slowly, wet hot heat lathering him, covering him with my juices.

"Already got it," he gasped, taking a sharp intake of breath, "unwrapped it and everything."

"Yeah? How did you like it?" I grinned, reaching up to play with my own breasts.

"God, that's sexy as fuck. What did you ask me?" He tried, but he just couldn’t pry his eyes from the sight.

I stopped pinching my nipples, covering them up with my palms.

"I asked how you liked your birthday present."

"I like my truck just fine. It’s got a V8 and it’s made for off-roading, perfect for workin' on the ranch. Nice red color, huh?"

I stilled my hips and gaped at him.

If I didn't catch the teasing glint that hit his eyes, I would have thought he was completely serious.

"Had ya goin' there for a minute, didn't I?" he guffawed.

"Oh!!!" I shrieked, picking up a pillow to beat him with it. "You're horrible!!" I yelled, hopping off of him when he wrestled the pillow away from me.

"Aw, Genny," he said between guffaws, "I was only teasin'. Come give us a kiss."

He got up on the bed, kneeling naked before me, erection jutting out thick and proud from his body, standing straight out, pointing at me like it was letting me know it had my name written all over it, his arms out stretched in front of him.

I wasn't interested at the moment,
thank you very much.

At least... I'll keep telling myself that, trying hard not to stare at all that beautiful, hard male flesh, not even getting to his hot bod yet.

"You can kiss," I smacked my bountiful rump, "
this
."

He laughed harder.

"Go give
'us'
a kiss by yourself, birthday boy. You're tall and lanky, I'm sure you could manage it," I sniffed at him haughtily, "If there's a will, there's a way, right?"

"You're absolutely right," he purred, crawling across the bed, muscles flexing sinuously on his trim, firm body, making me a little muddle headed as he gave me a predatory smile and slid off the bed, slowly slinking towards me.

"I... I am?" I blurted, watching his cock bob ever closer.

"Mmmm, hmmm. Where there's a will, there's a way. And I sure am willing, baby."

He boxed me in, making sure the first thing that touched me was his turgid cock to my already heated flesh.

"So wet, Genny. Is this all for me?" he purred.

"No," I squeaked, keeping my face expressionless, "It’s for the mail man, Ted. He was supposed to come yesterday, but couldn't make it. You caught me on an off day."

He growled, surprising me as he picked me up and thrust once, twice, wedging himself deep inside of me, our bodies slapping loudly into the quiet of the room.

"You better be kidding or you won't be able to sit without cringing," he warned, voice deep and gruff, a wealth of promise in it.

I shivered.

"You touch my ass in any way other than for
my
pleasure, Ephraim Caleb Harrison, and I'll make you wish you were never born." I glared at him.

"Who said anything about your ass?" he snorted.

He slammed into me once again, rattling the window next to us.

He's so sexy all take charge and angry jealous lover like this.

Mmmm.

I moaned and arched up into him, fingers digging into his shoulders
.

Completely fuckable.

"You think my dick’s a brute, baby? I'll fuck you so hard you'll wince just thinking about being with another man. You're mine now, Genny.
Mine
."

He punctuated his statement with several pummeling thrusts, making me cry out in ecstasy as he rammed so effortlessly into my sweet spot, black spots dancing in my vision.

"Ah, yes, baby, milk my cock. God, just like that," he groaned, hips pumping, hands gripping, bodies writhing together in a wild bucking frenzy, bringing us both to a fever pitch as I screamed and bit down on his shoulder, sex gripping him like a vice, his cock thickening and jerking as he groaned his own release.

He kept it up, long after he’d finished, continuing to grind his now softening cock into my sex, holding it there as long as possible while we panted and huffed, hearts beating in time to one another's, trying to come down from such a high, catch our own breaths.

"Thinkin' ‘bout the mail man now, baby?"

He had a smug look of male satisfaction on his face.

"Who?" I blinked at him, dumbfounded.

What were we talking about?

"Ted?" he chuckled, kissing my lips sweetly.

"Sorry," I shrugged, "I have a P.O. box. Never met a Ted."

He slapped my ass and scooped me up, carrying me to the bed.

"I should really spank your ass for teasin' me like that," he chastised, his teasing tone softening any effect it could have had.

"Serves you right for liking your truck more than
moi
," I said saucily, wiggling out of his arms when he set me on the bed.

"Where do you think you're going?" he demanded, gripping my ankle, his hands caressing the tail part of the dragon tattoo that wound up my leg.

"Saving my pussy?" I tossed over my shoulder.

He laughed and one good yank had me back in his arms.

"It's a little too late for that, don't ya think? You think
I'm
bad. Try having to deal with me
and
Bowen."

I stilled at that and then froze completely as something trickled down my thigh.

I sorta forgot about Bowen for a little bit there, lost in the whole Ephraim fest I'd been having, but an even bigger problem reared its ugly head.

We didn't use protection.

His semen seeping out of me, dribbling down my leg, was proof enough.

And I'm pretty sure he isn't shooting blanks like Reeve...

A pang of anxiety hit me and I tried to pull away from him.

"Hey, hey," he said, glimpsing the panic in my eyes, "I was only teasin'. We wouldn't be like that with you, baby. I swear."

"I... we didn't…"

"I won't let him do anything you don't want to, and you know
I
wouldn't. Don't worry, Genny," he tried to soothe, misinterpreting my mini panic attack, hands reaching out for me.

He started to say more, but I cut him off.

"We didn't use protection.
At all
."