Just That Easy (7 page)

Then came the feel of her hungry little fingers already
pulling at the button on his jeans, sliding her warm hand inside and grabbing
him hard. He felt her fingers slide over him, reaching deep this time to cup
his balls, rolling them gently. Making him groan into her mouth. And he felt
her smile. She knew what the feel of her hand did to him. He got even harder,
and her smile deepened. She teased him with her fingers, searching out the
wetness at the tip, spreading it over him. A burst of intense pressure making him
buck his hips into her with no warning, as she slipped the tip of her finger
into the slit, sliding it in just a little, gently, probing him. The air left
his lungs. The only coherent thought was that he had zero…no, less than zero
control when it came to her. And she knew it.

He felt her other hand pushing into his chest. Through his
haze it took a moment to register she was pushing him up and off her. He sat
back, regretting that her hand pulled free of his greedy cock. Then she was on
her knees in front of him, yanking his shirt up over his head. Her fingers
traveled his skin, smoothing down over his shoulders, running over his bare
chest, raking lightly over his nipples. The groan she pulled from him doing
that made her lips curve into that smile again. Then she pushed him back flat
on his back and tugged at his jeans. He wasn’t about to resist anything she was
doing. He lifted his hips and she pulled them from his legs, tossing them
aside. Locking her eyes on his, she reached behind her, obviously unhooking her
bra. Not breaking his gaze, she lifted her shirt and bra over her head all at
once, and tossed it on the pile.

Sliding backward off the bed, she kept her eyes focused on
his. She licked her lips. Damn that was good. Her jeans were gone. He took in
the sight of her standing there in front of him. The mass of thick dark hair
draped over her shoulders, brushing against her breasts. Which were so amazing.
Full, but not too big, soft, with big dark-pink nipples. The way they heaved
when she breathed. He remembered them bouncing against him when he had her on
the table last night, and he felt his cock jerk. Her eyes flew there too. She
licked her lips again. Christ if she kept doing that he was going to explode
before she touched him. She climbed onto the bed next to him. He had no idea
what she was going to do, but whatever it was, he was going to lie there and
let her do whatever she damn well pleased.

She leaned forward, crawling on all fours. Her breasts hung
there teasingly, nipples pointed straight out. His fingers twitched. She leaned
slowly inward, watching him, that tongue out on her lips, moving it toward his
chest. The second that hot little tongue flicked over his nipple he felt her
hand connect with his cock again, the shudder that passed through him was
strong, deep. She pulled him hard to attention. She used her teeth on his
nipple, gently. He was going to lose it.

“You’re going to push me over the edge, you know that?”

She sat back. “That’s the idea, cowboy.”

“Cowboy?”

“Mmm hmm. Ready for a ride?” Her eyebrow arched at him. She
let go of that sweet stroking of his cock and straddled him. Oh, so much
sweeter even than her hand.

He felt her pull him between her soft thighs, the dampness
that teased at him as she lifted herself on her knees and he slid against that
warm, wet flesh. Then she arched her back and mounted him, pushing herself down
onto him, not slowly, not fast. Deliberately. Hard. She buried him inside her
until he felt the warm cheeks of her ass riding hard against his balls.

She was moving again, her hips grinding in small circles
over his, pulling him into her. Smiling at him as he groaned and clenched his
fists, she reached for them and put his hands on her hips.

“Hold me tight, I don’t want to fall off something big as
you.”

Another groan from his chest brought another wicked smile
from her lips. Then she really started moving. Seemed as crazy as she’d already
gotten him, she hadn’t even gotten started. Her hips rocked back and forth,
deep, hard. He slid in and out of her, thickly, wet. Damn but she was wet. Her
own hands ran up her body, she was more than rocking against him now. She
lifted herself, pulling his thick shaft out of her then rocking backward and
bringing it back in a grinding motion, one that had her ass sliding smoothly
over his balls. Her breasts started to bounce with each downstroke. Her fingers
reached them, he watched, hypnotized as she ran her fingers over her nipples
and it brought a moan from her. Her head went back, her mouth open. She ground
harder on his cock. He felt her hips widen, felt her bear down hard on the base
of his cock and she added that to the moves. Now making a complete circle over
him, lifting, rocking back, that sweet ass rolling over him, grinding down,
that hot clit slipping over the base of his cock. He pushed deeper and she
moved faster. The rhythm took on a relentless pace, her tits were bouncing hard
now, her hands lowered to his belly for balance, holding herself onto his thick
cock as she rode it hot and heavy.

His hands pinned her hips as she pistoned up and down on
him, it was he who was twisting underneath her now. He felt the walls of her
hot, wet channel that had closed over him tighten and quiver, and the rush of
heat in his groin as his cock raced to meet her at her peak. She lifted high
off him, her back straight as a rod. Her hands flew to her breasts, pinching
her nipples and twisting them as she erupted in a string of low-pitched cries.
She bit her lip, the sight of her total abandon ground through him at the same
time as he felt that sweet, hot flood of her juice run down over him. Her inner
muscles raked at his cock, pulling him deeper. That was all it took to push him
over the edge, watching that radiant look wash over her, seeing her body
shudder with the deliverance of that sweet oblivion. He exploded into her in a
rush of heat and liquid, straining against the tight walls of that sweet, hot
pussy she’d just completely consumed him with. With the last few shivers
passing through him she leaned forward, almost crumpling against his chest, a
river of her silky hair sliding over his damp skin. He wrapped his arms around
her, soft, flushed, breathing hard. It was a long time before she moved. He
didn’t want her to. He’d stay here forever, if he could.

When she finally slid off him, stretching those talented
legs down over his and kissing his chest softly, he rolled her gently over,
laying her on the bed next to him. He left her only as long as he needed to go
to the bathroom to find a washcloth and a towel. He cleaned himself up before
he went back to her. Leaning down over her, he watched her face as he leaned in
to kiss her. She reached out for the wet washcloth he’d brought back with him,
but he pulled it away.

“Uh uh, I’ll do it. Sore?” It had been a busy couple of
days.

“No. Maybe. You’re, umm…not exactly small.”

“Sorry.”

“You did
not
just say that.” She rolled her eyes and
gave a small giggle.

He laughed. “Kind of dumb, wasn’t it?”

He sat on the bed next to her, sliding her thighs open with
his hand he used the warm, wet cloth to gently clean her, then the towel to dry
her. He caught her eye, she was watching him, smiling lazily, her face still
had that glowing flush of a woman who’d just been taken to the highest point of
pleasure. His head swelled with the purely male smugness that he knew he was
the one who took her there.

“You are some kind of amazing man, Grant Hadley, you know
that? You keep surprising me with these sweet, tender little offerings.” He
tensed a little at hearing the full name he’d given her roll off her lips. He
felt the muscles of his back twitch. He turned to her, kissing her to stop his
nerves.

“Are you saying you like me?”

“Yes, I am.”

The words were soft and felt like warm water pouring over
his senses, except her face tightened as she said the words, dousing his hope.

“I know, only a day. Still, I think you are allowed to like
me a little after everything we’ve done.”

Her hand strayed to his chest, rubbing almost absentmindedly
over his skin. “It’s not that I don’t, or that I think I shouldn’t. The way
this has all happened, seems like with the way we’ve been thrashing each other
we’d be way past just ‘I like you’. It just sounded so odd.”

“No more odd than you telling me how amazing I am because of
my being considerate of you. Something you do pretty much nonstop for me too
you know.”

“I do?”

“Mmm hmm. You think I didn’t notice? Anything you see that
makes me feel good, you are all over it. Not to mention feeding me, that’s a
winner for sure. Nothing wrong with doing something for someone just because
you know they will appreciate it.”

“I don’t mind doing anything for you that I know you’ll
like. I’m just not used to accepting it from anyone else, little things that
are so personal like that.”

“Why not?”

Thoughtful for a moment, her eyes got a faraway look before
she spoke. “There isn’t any anyone around to do it, for one. And when there
was, well, have you ever had a relationship that even the love someone
professes to have for you is not really for you, it’s still just for them
because they are so self-centered? That they
think
they feel love for you,
but all it really is, is pride in themselves, or their ego, because they want
to pat themselves on the back for having you?”

“Christ, I think you just described my whole life.”

Her eyes flew back to his, concerned. “Really? That’s sad.”

“Sounds like you ought to know. Aren’t we a pair?”

She just sighed.

“I think that’s what feels weird to you, most of us are used
to being adversaries all the time, even relationships. It’s like a strategy
game, someone always angling to win. We aren’t doing that.”

You sure about that?

Her eyebrow cocked at him, something he was getting used to
seeing. “You did say we were freaks, I remember it.”

“Yeah, well you said we were weird.”

“I did. Why are we having this conversation again?”

“Because we had sex an hour after we met, and we’ve been
doing it ever since, and you can’t get over it.”

She batted his arm playfully. “It was
your
idea!”

He grinned, laughing. “You went right along for the, oh…wait
for it…the ride!”

A loud groan came from her. “That was terrible. Putting on the
list—bad, bad jokes. Check. Okay, enough of this overthinking again. Get over
here and put that big hard body next to me, I’m kind of getting used to it.”

He gladly settled in next to her as asked. Moving in close,
he lay down and pulled her up halfway onto his chest, his hand lazily twisting
her hair in his fingers.

“Teryn, what I really think, about sex, is that people have
attached so much ridiculous stigma to it, it doesn’t make sense to me. Sex is
physical, it’s human nature. We need it, we want it, we like it. No one seems
to think it’s a big deal if you sit down to some expensive dinner, to push the
limits there. Food is physical, you want it, you need it, people go to huge
lengths to enjoy it. Why is sex different? Why do people deny they feel it,
they want it? Only because people who have the power to influence other people
have said so. These people are ignorant. It’s the power that sex brings with
it, that’s what they fear, what they use, not because there is anything wrong
with it.”

“You’ve thought a lot about that.”

“Yeah, well, when you have a family like mine.”

She turned to look at him, her eyes serious. Her fingers
strayed to his chin, stroking his skin softly, offering a comforting touch.
“Ouch. That sounded a little painful. Think about it this way though, whether
or not we get screwed over by our family, parents, whatever, you took what you
were stuck with and made it your own. So it did help you end up with the point
of view you have now, even if it sucked getting there.”

“You’re right, I do know that. So, you seem to have the same
idea I do at least, you don’t shy away from it, at all. That’s what I like so
much about you. You are flat-out honest. I knew you wanted me as much as I
wanted you, right from the start.”

“Uh, that means I have to give you a little confession,
Grant. It’s just you. I think it’s because
you
are so honest about it, I
seem to respond to that in case you haven’t noticed. I, well, I’d like to think
I’m modern enough to be that way, but I’ve never been this way with anyone
before.”

He pulled her in closer, not able to help the smile he got,
hoping he didn’t come off as too smug, but her words pleased him to the core.
“See, you do like me.”

“Yeah, yeah. Okay, I like you. I like you a lot, if you want
the truth. But we’re talking sex here, right? Moving on, let’s see, tell me
about something you love to do.”

He inwardly winced a little at her brush-off, but she seemed
more than comfortable keeping him in her bed. That was enough. For now.

“Well, besides you, you mean?”

“Besides me, yeah.” She laughed.

“The thing I train for almost every day, I guess. Racing. Do
you know what it is?”

“Crazy, muddy people running, biking, kayaking or whatever,
slogging around trying to make checkpoints, almost killing themselves in the
process.”

“Yep, that about covers it. How do you know so much about
it?”

“I don’t know that much, I mean, watching
Eco-Challenge
probably wouldn’t make me an expert. It did seem like one of those things that
would make you want to do it, you know, sounded like a good idea at the time
kind of thing. I’m a total information junkie, I like to learn about anything
new or interesting.”

“But you don’t go out and do most of it.”

“No. No I don’t. I’d like to but deadlines, signings,
writing, revisions, etc., etc. Sounds pretty exciting, doesn’t it?”