Skye Blue (Hell Yeah!) (8 page)

“Noah?” she asked between earth-shattering kisses.

“Hmmmm?”

“My nipples are still cold.”

Noah started to chuckle. “Yes, ma’am.” Trailing kisses down her neck to her breast, his lips sought out her tight, sensitive nipples. She arched up, pushing herself into his mouth as though she craved his touch more than anything else in the world.

“Damn, Noah.” She clung to him hard, wrapping one long leg across his back as if daring him to try to move away. He sucked on the tender tip, biting the soft flesh in gentle nips and tugs. Heat on his thigh made him aware his leg was nestled right against her feminine softness. With the slightest of movements, he pressed into her and she responded, lifting her hips to grind her mound against the heavy muscle of his leg. “Oh, God, yes!”

He was pleasing her, and that only aroused him more. Noah raked his teeth over the hard nubbin before he pulled it in even deeper, taking as much of her areola in his mouth as he could. With long hard sucks, he pleasured her, using his tongue to lash back and forth over her nipple.

Skye tossed her head from side to side. She was moaning, so lost in the ecstasy that she was dizzy. His lips were ravishing her breasts, moving from one nipple to the other, him growling his lust as he cupped her pussy, massaging the tender flesh with the palm of his hand.  “Feels so good,” she whimpered as he delved his fingers under the side of her panties and dipped into the creamy folds. Sparks of ecstasy sizzled in her sex, whipping through her veins as she clenched her pussy muscles desperately around his invading fingers.

“God, Skye, you are incredible,” Noah whispered against her breast as he pressed kiss after kiss to the firm globe. With erotic intent, he pressed his fingers deeper into her channel, thrusting, stroking in and out even as he nuzzled the deep cleavage between her tits.

“I can’t…can’t.” She gasped.

“Can’t what, Princess?” God, he was harder than he’d ever been in his life.

“Stop,” she cried out as he continued to finger her, playing her like a fine instrument, the touch of the master’s hand.

“Stop?” He paused for a split second.

“No! If you stop, I’ll scalp you paleface!”

“Hahahaha.” He took the time to laugh before she pushed his head back to her breast and thrust her hips up to ride his hand.

With renewed vigor he suckled at her breast while he gave her pussy what it needed—a second finger joining the first. Her body writhed against him as her hips bucked helplessly. A volcanic eruption was rising, raging up from her womanhood. Skye was completely captivated by what he was doing to her. She was wet, burning up and ready to beg for more.

“Cum for me, baby.” He finger-fucked her, setting a rhythm specifically designed to drive her mad. Skye was wild. She gave back as good as she got, returning kiss for kiss, tightening her thighs on his leg, striving to keep his fingers where they were.

“Please, please,” she begged as her pussy began to flex and spasm. Her whole body was begging for release. 

Noah moaned at the combined pleasure, the sweet texture of her nipple on his tongue, the freedom she was giving him to enjoy her body—total acceptance. With a sigh, she jerked in his arms as though she’d been shocked with a strong surge of electricity. “Noah!”  

An orgasm surged through her. The intensity of the pleasure which rocketed through her system left her gasping. Skye held onto him, clasping him around his neck as she trembled through each spasm. Noah held her tight, needing to be inside of her more than he needed tomorrow.

Snap!  

Noah jerked his head up. His eyes searched their surroundings. A movement off to his right caught his eye, but he couldn’t see what it was, nor even how big it was. Skye was still quaking with little aftershocks. Tenderly, he kissed her. “We’re going to have to continue this after supper. We need to get back.”

“Awww.” She bucked her hips upward. He realized his hand was still in her panties. “I was having so much fun.”

“I’ll give you more fun than you can handle when we go to bed. Promise.” He lifted himself off of her, arranging her clothes, at the same time looking in the direction the noise had come from.

“What’s wrong? Is there someone out there?” All she could think about was Langley.

“I don’t know, it was probably a deer or an armadillo.” Helping her down off the rock, they started back toward the cabin.

“I enjoyed that very much.” She smiled her thank-you.

Noah hugged her close. “I am so into you. I can’t remember ever having this much fun with a woman.”

“Oh, really?” She gave him a mischievous look. “Catch me!” Pulling from his grasp, she took off with him not far behind. Laughter and squeals echoed through the woods as Skye stayed just ahead of him, jumping rocks and fallen limbs like they were hurdles.

Finally, just about ten feet from the front door, he caught her, lifting her off her feet. “Gotcha!”

“Lucky you.” She panted as he opened the door.

“Yes, lucky me.” And he meant every word.

CHAPTER FIVE

“I can’t believe you left out the onion,” Noah grumbled. “What’s a fajita without onion?”

“Hey, I like onion, too. This is a mutual sacrifice for the sake of good sex.”

Noah acted as if he was giving the idea a lot of thought. “What kinda sex?”

“Ha!” Skye snorted. “What kind do you want?”

He leaned back in his chair, almost tipping it over. “Food sex.”

A gleam of interest lit up her eyes. “I didn’t bring any chocolate sauce or whipped cream.”

“That’s okay, those are too sticky anyway. We’ll find something when it gets time for dessert.”

“Now, I don’t want to eat my meal.” She leaned around the table and looked at his crotch.

“What are you doing?” He looked down to see what she could see.

“Just getting a sneak peek, keeping my motor running.” Skye winked at him. He started to push back from the table, but she shook her head. “I can wait. If you can get my mind off of your cock.”

Noah groaned.

Then she grew serious. “Lance told me about Jessie and the baby. I’m so sorry they’re going through this.”

He sighed. “I know. It’s rough and unexpected.” Noah didn’t really want to think about home or family. He really didn’t know what those words meant anymore. “The doctors seem to have a plan. His prognosis looks good.” Taking a big bite of fajita, he smiled. “Dang, this is good. What kind of spice did you use?”

“Cumin and chipotle chili powder.” Studying Noah’s face, she wondered at the pensive look. Maybe he was just worried. “What did your family say about the special program at the ball?”

Noah bit the inside of his cheek. He wasn’t about to take his unrest out on her, and he couldn’t tell her the real reason he didn’t want to talk about these subjects, so he settled for short answers and changing the subject. “I told them. There was no use hiding it, word would have reached them by this afternoon anyway. It hurt Libby, of course.” Skye nodded, understanding. “I’m thinking about finding a job other than just keeping McCoy interests straight.” This was true. It had been on his mind from the moment he realized he might have no real claim to Tebow at all.

“Like what?” Skye leaned forward, her eyes shining.

“I don’t know, it would have to be something to do with ranching and financing, that’s what I know. I’ve been racking my brain trying to think of somehow to help people and utilize my experiences.”

Skye propped her chin on her hand and dipped a chip in some hot sauce. “Lance and his family lost their ranch and he’s never gotten over it.”

A look of surprise crossed Noah’s face. “I never knew that.”

“Well, Lance is a very private person.” In some ways she was glad of that, because he’d never told any of the McCoys about her problem. If he had, she wouldn’t have had the courage to spend some time with the family. If they ever found out, she’d be too embarrassed and humiliated to remain around. “What I was thinking though, was if you might want to start some type of program to help families hang on to their land and ranches when hard times hit them—be they weather, health issues economic downturn, any reason which would cause a man to lose his legacy.”

Noah perked up. “Like a loan program?”

“Maybe, and I may be wrong, but I’ve heard of a government policy where land can be protected by a conservation easement.” She didn’t tell him she had learned this in prison. One of the inmates at Eddie Warrior had been there because she had defrauded some people into selling her their home place and then when she tried to resell it, the easement had prevented the fraudulent exchange from going through with a crooked land developer.

“You mean set aside the land for wildlife or ecological preservation?”

“No.” Skye shook her head. “Farmers and ranchers who allow their land to be placed in trust like this, agree to work for those things...wildlife and ecological preservation, by using the right kind of fence, keeping their streams clean, agreeing to grass management. The benefit is that the rancher keeps his land, gets to pass it on to his family and their taxes go down to next to nothing because the market value lowers without chance of development. Does that make sense?”

Noah nodded his head. “Okay, I know about easements, but is there any other way I could financially help these folks other than helping them fill out some paperwork?” He wasn’t being difficult. He just wanted more to get excited about.

Biting her lower lip, Sky appeared to be in deep thought. The sexy little gesture had his package swelling. Finally, she looked up with a smile. “Up in Oklahoma, and I’m sure it’s no different down here in Texas, there is a big market for managed hunts.”

“Who are you?” Noah laughed. His admiration for this woman was growing by leaps and bounds. “Go on.” He was definitely interested now.

“These ranches that have been put in trust and have part of the land set aside for wildlife conservation could also be used as areas where quail are introduced or more whitetail are brought in. During hunting season, the rancher could host guided hunts on the acreage under easement, keeping the animal count under control and making some extra money for the family. Those hunters will pay top dollar.”  

Noah took out his phone and began to make notes. “Okay, I love your idea. Now tell me how you came up with it.”

She decided not to be offended, even though he seemed shocked she had knowledge of the subject. “The tribal land in Oklahoma utilizes some of the same principals to make money for our people.” Skye bit her tongue to keep from telling him it was a pity he couldn’t open casinos. But he probably wouldn’t appreciate her humor.

Noah rose and kissed her on top of the head. “You have given me a lot to think about. I love your idea. If I can get it off the ground, you can come work for me.”

“Oh, we’d kill each other. We’d both want to be boss.” She was joking. Even if he weren’t kidding, she knew the time was drawing near that she’d have to leave the Hill Country. Falling in love with Noah was a given and she wanted to be strong enough to walk away.

“Oh, I’d make sure you felt appreciated.” Without asking he began cleaning the kitchen and putting away food.

“Gee, you’re being helpful.”

“Hey, I’m getting ready for dessert.” He dug in the refrigerator.

“What are you planning on having?” She knew there were cookies and fruit.

“You.”

***

“I feel decadent.”

“You look decadent.” That was the understatement of the year. Noah had kissed her into delirium and stripped her down to bare naked skin. Then he’d placed her on the dining table, a banquet laid out for his sole enjoyment.

“What are you doing?” She tried to peer around him.

“Stay where you are. I’m cutting up some fruit.”

She could smell peaches. “I want a donut.”

He looked over his shoulder. “A donut? If you need a sugar rush, I’ll give you a kiss.” Then, he proceeded to do so.

After he’d finished, she found herself arching upward, wanting more. “Ahhh, that was good. But I want the donut for you.” He turned around with a bowl of cut-up fruit and a quizzical expression. To answer, she reached out and placed her hand over his cock. “I want to play ring toss over this monster and then eat it off you.”

He groaned. “Sounds good, but the hole in the donut isn’t nearly big enough.”

She snorted.

He sat the bowl down by her head. “God, I love to be with you.” He ran a finger from the tip of her nose, down her throat, between her breasts, on down until he swirled it around her clit.

“Dang.” She breathed. Her body was so sensitive, so attune to him. It was like they were connected by some sensual telepathy.

“I’m going to make you scream my name, Princess.” His eyes were hooded, and long sooty lashes brushed the tops of his cheeks. The air was ripe with a lush carnality.

“What do you think you’re doing, Noah?” She didn’t know if she was ready for this. He looked so intense and she felt so vulnerable.

“I don’t think around you. I only feel.” A smile tugged at the sides of his sexy mouth.

Her senses were rioting. All of Skye’s erogenous zones were awake and begging to be let in on the act. “Are you going to make love to me?”

Love? Hell, yes. But, first things first. “I want to dine on you. Feast on you.”

Shivers of nervous anticipation made it hard to be still. Laying here and letting him look at her so closely made her want to writhe on the table. “I need you.” Noah had her whimpering in heat.

“You’ve got me. Now let me play.” Skye was incredible, warm, wet, and hotter than hell. He bent down and began to kiss her eyelids and her temple. Taking a juicy piece of peach, he rubbed the succulent fruit across her lips. She opened her mouth to accept the fruit and he joined his mouth to hers and stole the bite, letting the juice splash into her mouth. “Hmmm, good.”

“I want to taste, too.” She cupped his face and kissed his cheek and he put another bite of peach between his lips and they kissed, sharing the sweetness, the flavor, the thrill. “God, you’re good.”

He licked her mouth, then let his lips skate down her throat until he came to the pulse point at the base of her neck. “You’re like hot molten silk.” With deliberate intent to hike her blood pressure, he guided a bite of the orange fruit down her cleavage, and his tongue followed to lick up the evidence. Swirling it around her nipple, he balanced it on the tip, smiled, then closed his mouth over the entire treat, consuming and licking and causing her to groan.

With hungry hands, he caressed the swollen mounds, massaging, running his thumbs across the aching tips. “Do it again,” she begged.

“Oh, you like that?” He anointed her other breast with peach juice, using a juicy chunk to outline the nipple. He loved the way she would push her chest toward him, showing him without words that she couldn’t wait for him to kiss and suck her tits.

His lips were rough velvet and bright. Hot spears of pleasure shot deep into her vagina when he would lave and love the swollen peeks. “I love it.” I love you, she wanted to say, but she didn’t.

“Your body is perfect. Softest, sleekest satin.” Continuing the game, he used another piece of fruit to draw a sweet circle around her belly button. With a hum of satisfaction, he placed the tidbit inside the small well, then sucked it out, licking a path south.

Knowing where he was headed, she opened her legs, giving him full access. Skye wanted him to see where she needed him the most and what he was doing to her.

Noah didn’t miss the sign she gave him. She wanted him. She welcomed him. He ran a hand down the silky flesh of her thigh. “Only inches from paradise.”

“Please, Noah. I’ll give you whatever you want. Just please give me what I need.” She didn’t tell him she’d never experienced this pleasure, but at this moment she would have traded ten years of her life to feel his lips between her thighs.

“What do you need, Skye?”

“Your mouth on me.” She lifted her hips in supplication.

“Spread wide. Let me see that pussy.” She did and he almost groaned at the sight. So pink. So wet. So soft. With a hand that shook the least bit, he lined her slit with bits of peach, then bent his head and ate her out—licking, nibbling, biting, kissing—sucking. 

A stark desperate hunger tingled in every cell in her body and as he burrowed his tongue up in her tight hot sheath, Skye shook with an orgasm so hard her world quaked on its axis. “Noah!” she screamed his name in pleasure exactly as he predicted.

“Hell, yes!” He took her by the ankles and pulled her into position. Taking his cock in hand, he rubbed the big, wide head up and down her slit, coating the tip in cream. Up and down he dragged it, each time nudging her clit a little harder, making her hump—needing more of him—all he would give.

Needing to hold on, to steady herself, Skye molded her fingers around the edges of the dining table as he positioned himself right at the gate to her femininity. And then he pushed in hard! Stretching, burning, pounding inside of her. Noah impaled himself, tunneling into her vagina, forging a path for his cock. It felt so good, she couldn’t be still. Her body wanted more. Locking gazes with him, she watched his face as she clamped down on him, showing him she wanted to keep him close, deep inside of her for as long as she could. Lifting her legs, she locked her ankles behind his hips and lifted her ass, pushing toward him, craving more—every inch he had.

“Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?” he barked the words as he clasped her hips and slid out, then back in repeatedly, pushing the head of his cock deeper and deeper, causing them both to gasp and groan with delight.

“It’s mutual. Damn, it’s mutual.” As he fucked her, Skye brought her hands to her breasts and began rubbing them, taking her nipples in her fingers and twirling them, pulling at the sensitive peaks.

Noah growled at the sight. “Sexy, so sexy, Princess.”

The pleasure began to build. He took her knees in his hands and bent them forward, opening her up even wider, and then he began to move. His hips thrust hard, fast, moving his cock in and out with a powerful pumping motion. The whole table began to move. Noah hooked his fingers underneath it, drawing it toward him and holding it steady, all the while hammering into her with hard, driving strokes.

Hot white bolts of lightning ripped through her as her orgasm exploded. A sizzling fiery heat radiated from her sex, to her nipples, to the tips of her fingers while repeated quakes of rapture milked at Noah’s erection.

He couldn’t hold out another second. This was just too much. Throwing his head back, he let go. A hard tremor shook him as hot jets of his seed shot into her body, bathing her womb, running back to coat his cock and trickle out—proof of his virility, of her receptiveness and their perfect union.

***

This was the second night they’d slept together. She could get used to it. During the early morning hours, she’d awoken from his kisses, his fingers between her thighs. She had been sleeping in his arms, on their side, her back to his front. With one arm under her, he had cupped her breast and the other had massaged her vulva until she was wet and swollen. It hadn’t taken much stimulation on his part. She seemed to be always ready for him. The man was insatiable, a veritable sex machine. Entering her from the back, he had pleasured her until she was gasping his name. Reaching down, she had touched them where they were joined, running her fingers over his ironclad shaft. Touching him was like touching pure power. He had pleasured her until she’d climaxed in a sheet-clawing orgasm. When he came, he shuddered against her, sinking his teeth into her neck, marking her. She felt claimed and it was a feeling she never wanted to forget.

Sleep had claimed them for a few more hours, but the first rays of the sun fell on Skye’s face, she smiled. “Wake-up, Noah. I want to go to the Rock before the park opens.”

“What?” He stretched and yawned, pulling her hard against him for a kiss. “How can we get in if the park isn’t open?”

Skye laughed. “I have got to work on your adventuresome quotient.” She raised up and looked at him, pushing a strand of that sun-kissed blond hair off his face. “Do you know how good-looking you are?”

The smile he gave her rivaled the rising sun. “So, you want me to be more adventurous?”

“Yes, I do. Now, let’s get up, I want to beat the crowds. I want Enchanted Rock to ourselves for a little while.”

They’d got ready in record time and set out. “It’s not far from here, is it?” He looked at the horizon. Enchanted Rock was visible from where they were. He’d been there several times on class field trips.

“About an hour walk, I think.”

As they started out, she held out her hand and he took it, loving the idea she seemed to need the connection. He wondered what his family was up to this morning. There was a cell phone signal, not strong, but he could get texts and emails. So if something earth-shattering happened, he knew they would let him know. So far, there were no texts. Noah wondered just how critical to the family he was.
If they even were his family.
The logical part of him insisted that whatever the truth was, it didn’t matter. He was a part of them. Did they know? Was that why he seemed to be constantly at odds with his brothers? His brothers…