Stony Creek Hero [Stony Creek 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) (33 page)

Lizzie looked up, careful to keep her expression one of submissive intent, and waited for his nod. Instead of rushing to see to his fulfillment, she allowed herself the indulgence of placing more tantalizing kisses along the weeping red head and down the soft shaft. She felt his breath being swiftly drawn in as her tongue swept across and under his sac, in a private acknowledgement of her need to please him. Over and over she ran her tongue teasingly on his thick shaft that was lifting as though desperate to gain entrance to her mouth. Deciding to end his torment, she looked up at him from under her lashes and sucked him in to the base.

“Fucking hell, baby, that feels so good,” Ben managed to murmur.

Encouraged by his words of praise and approval, Lizzie grasped his sac to roll the testicles within her hand and she laved up and down his needy cock. His salty, masculine taste and musky scent caused her pussy to leak her arousal down her thighs, feeling desperate to be filled. She increased the pace of her movements until she stopped, sucking him to the back of her throat and swallowing. Returning the favor from his relentless pleasuring of her in his living room, she began in earnest to bob and suck him into the heat of her mouth.

Ben startled her as he pulled her head off his cock, appearing on the very edge of his sanity, a dark expression clouding his features.

“Lean back, baby,” Ben said with his voice rich with his impending release.

Lizzie leaned back on her knees, allowing her hands to support hear from behind on the floor. She watched, transfixed, as Ben had begun pumping his hand over his cock with more violence in his strokes than she would ever consider using, as his faced contorted in ecstasy. Her lips parted sensually as he jettisoned stream after stream of thick, creamy seed over her chest and neck, watching as it began to drip from her nipples. Ben panted as he knelt in front of her, using one finger to lightly rub it into her skin, branding her as his.

“Mine, baby. You will always be mine. I will be the last man who ever is going to touch you again,” Ben whispered, the possession in his actions and words bringing Lizzie to new heights of her own sexual stimulation.

Ben picked her up and stepped them both under the soothing spray of his multi-head shower. She felt his arousal catch fire again as his cock swelled against her tummy while his talented lips captured hers in a ravenous kiss. He wasn’t done with her yet. Instead of throwing her to the wet floor, as she wished, Ben took the soap and proceeded to tenderly wash the mud he had personally dirtied her with in his attempt to unnecessarily shield her. Lizzie closed her eyes as he massaged the slippery substance over her breast many times more than necessary, chuckling that he just wanted to make sure they were really clean. However, it was when his hands were clearing the last of the shampoo suds from her hair that she heard him turn serious again.

“I need you, baby, my way again. Please don’t deny me,” Ben asked with surprising consideration for her feelings. He was always careful and loving, even in his dominance, but she supposed that after today’s adorable debacle of a “rescue,” he was being considerate. She didn’t need it. She only needed him.

“I am yours, Ben, always. You never have to ask me that again, my love,” she said softly to him without opening her eyes. To her amazement, he turned the shower off and gently pulled her out onto the mat.

“Keep your eyes closed, baby. I will take care of you,” Ben ordered her quietly. “Come on, close your eyes for me.”

“Why?” Lizzie questioned, not really caring what the answer was.

“I have my kinks, baby, and you have yours,” he answered.

Lizzie laughed softly. “I don’t have any kinks.”

Ben chuckled. “Yes, you do and you are going to confess them all to me eventually, baby.”

Lizzie let out a shudder at his silkily delivered threat.

“I am scared, Ben.”

“I am here, baby, and I will never allow anyone or anything to hurt you ever again.”

Lizzie relaxed into his hold and whispered to him what he already knew. “I trust you, Ben.”

“As I trust you, baby.”

A silky piece of fabric was wound around her head, covering her eyes, as it was secured with a sharp tug in a knot behind her head. She was led into what she assumed was his bedroom as it was rich with the scent of his cologne. Her senses on overdrive, she felt her body softening as the eroticism of the moment took her over.

“Don’t be afraid,” he whispered as she pulled her arms carefully together as he shackled her wrists in what felt like metal cuffs. She had been waiting for him to do this to her someday. For heaven’s sake, as the man had named his darned horse Cuff, it was only a matter of time. He startled her by pulling her bound arms above her head and securing them to something in the ceiling. Her body gave a shudder at her inability to break free, loving the sensations that were now coursing through her limbs. Ben had knelt again, placing light kisses over her flat belly as she heard him inhale deeply.

“You like this, baby. I can smell your cream,” Ben said, sounding pleased.

Her body lurched forward as he placed his lips directly over her clit and sucked viciously for a few seconds. Burning pulses of pleasure shot from her core with his attentions, leaving her whimpering as he abandoned her for the moment. Just a moment later, she felt her leg being lifted over his shoulder as he leaned in allowing his breath to roll over her open and exposed femininity. She knew he could see her desire drenching her thighs because he licked up from her inner damp thigh to her dripping lips, hearing him sigh with enjoyment. Even in her bound, blindfolded position, Lizzie knew that she was the one who made him calm. It was her taste that seemed to be the balm that soothed him and her touch alone that brought him pleasure. It was a heady sense of power, even as she was currently situated, that brought her own lust to a frenzied state. She needed him now. His tongue was diving into her pussy with stabbing passes that were making her tremble, unsure if her knees would continue to hold. Just as she was about to thrash her arms against their restraints, Ben surged up and lifted her by her ass onto his cock, encouraging her to wrap her legs around his hips. He took over the fiercely arousing sense of mating by beginning to pummel her pussy with smooth, strong strokes, eliciting the most powerful orgasm of Lizzie’s life. She clenched on his unbelievably long cock as it hit her womb over and over again, managing to rub her sweet spot and clit all in one erotic movement. A tidal wave of burning pleasure exploded from her core, leaving her unable to draw breath and do nothing but feel as the sensations washed over her, unaware of anything but Ben. He, too, found a new level of animalistic rapture, if his growling cries were any indication. Lizzie found herself falling under another wave of orgasm as she felt the endless spurting of his cum scalding her insides. He continued to thrust up into her depths, slowing his pace as evidence of his satisfaction dripped out down their bodies.

Lizzie leaned her head on his shoulder as their ragged panting filled the room as they both struggled to find their way back to sanity.

She heard him say the same phrase that he said before but now there was a different emotion attached to it. It was peaceful, assured, and comforting to her now.

“Mine, baby, you are mine forever.”

Ben was fidgeting under the constant female surveillance of his mother, aunt, and soon to be sister-in-law. Coy glances mingled with amused ones as the subject of when Billie and Jackson were going to have the wedding ceremony was passed around the house. The men, as usual, were holed up in the den, alternating between yelling at the game currently on the set and eavesdropping on the shackling of their eldest cousin and brother. Bawdy comments were being thrown around, when the women were out of earshot, but having little effect on Jackson. It appeared that he was blissfully content with being bound forever to his lady love, the sooner the better.

The women were laughing as they obviously heard Troy heaping praise on his brother for being able to impregnate Billie so rapidly, even in his advanced years. A ruckus ensued and would have continued with eight large male bodies acting like juveniles except that a very commanding and loud feminine voice startled them all into silence.

“There had better not be any food on my floor or broken furniture in there, William Powell! I will hold you personally responsible, mister,” Lillian yelled out, causing Ben to laugh as his father stopped trying to twist Troy’s leg over his neck and Hunter stood after almost suffocating Cole by sitting on him.

“See, boys,” Bill explained to the male audience. “If you want a happy home, just do what they want, or at least pretend to.”

With that he righted an end table but not before shoving Donny into the arm of the couch, causing him to tumble over it.

“Hey, I am old. I could break a hip or something.” Donny laughed out from the floor.

Ben felt himself begin to sweat with anticipation when he heard his aunt yell out, “If you don’t get your tushes in here, I will break more than that. Move it like you mean it and park yourselves at the table.”

Ben hung back, trying to rehearse his speech but finding it hard to remember anything that he had wanted to say. Fuck, this was hard. Jackson had never said a thing, so he guessed his brother had used his blessed, silvery sweet tongue as always when he did it.

As he approached the dining room, somehow his parents knew he was going to do something. His mother already amazingly had tears in her eyes and if he wasn’t mistaken, his father appeared somewhat misty, too. Really? Good Lord. His mother had probably just threatened his father’s manhood or something. That soothed Ben because there was no way he was going to believe that his tough-as-nails sire was emotional over a moment. There was no way he was going to act like that someday.

He took a deep, cleansing breath and walked over to where Lizzie sat laughing over something Billie had just said. Billie noticed him just standing there, the doctor in her probably aware that his green tint meant he felt like he was going to vomit. A hush fell over the room, with looks of joy from the women and shock from the men.

Suddenly, everyone fell away as he looked into the most beautiful blue eyes. She was smiling tenderly at him, spurring him on.

Taking her hand in his, Ben slowly lowered himself to one knee. A soft sob was heard from the other end of the silent table as he pressed a light kiss to her fingers.

“Lizzie, baby, I wanted to do this in a way that made you assured that there was no hero tactics, no possessive bullying attempts, just confidence in what I know. I feel like I have known you all my life but was a fool in not seeing what was right there in front of me all the time. You have been patient, loving, and the most intuitive woman I have ever met. You know me, saw me, and understood who I am when every other person could not. It has allowed me to see clearly and I see the most beautiful, generous, and incredible woman. You make me tremble with pleasure to see you every morning and then with excitement to see you at the end of each day. I don’t know how I lived without you for so long. I guess I couldn’t see through the darkness. You are my light and hold my heart, forever. I cannot live without you anymore. I ask you in front of my family, now your family, would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?” Ben finished with a mild sense of anxiety, hoping to god he did that correctly.

“Yes, she will!” All heads turned at Florence’s answered that was yelled from the other end of the table. Everyone started laughing as both Brody and Cole sat there disgusted.

“Mom!” they both yelled in unison.

“Oh sorry, I got carried away,” Florence said, not at all appearing apologetic. Light laughter drifted off as all eyes shifted back to Lizzie and Ben.

“Well?” Ben asked again but now with a light humor in his tone.

“Yes, my darling Ben! Nothing would make me happier than to be your wife,” Lizzie made out through her tears. A huge roar of approval reverberated throughout the room as Billie enfolded Lizzie from behind. They all watched as Ben slid a gorgeous one-carat diamond onto her finger.

Feeling somewhat lightheaded with relief and happiness, he leaned forward and kissed her lips possessively, ignoring her best friend that was plastered to her back. He heard his mother crying, aunt laughing joyfully, and comments tossed around about how soon he would get her knocked up were shared among the men. Hunter just sat there with a huge smile on his face, obviously thrilled with the scene unfolding. Ben held her hand as he felt his father kiss his head and brothers pat his back in congratulations. Feeling very uncharacteristically overwhelmed with emotion, he gave a wry grin of understanding to Jackson, who was nodding his approval.

Troy was the one to break the emotion in the room with his usual fashion.

“Okay, Casanova finally got his head out of his rear end. The food smells delicious, let’s eat!” Troy laughed out. Instead he was met with slaps to both arms from his mother and aunt while Ben shook his head.

“Well, that was insensitive. Just wait until he stumbles from a woman, then we are going to have a show to watch,” Ben said in laughing response, holding Lizzie tenderly in his arms.

“I love you, Lizzie,” Ben whispered emphatically in her ear.

Lizzie smiled up at him, unable to stop the fresh rush of happy tears.

“And I love you, Ben, forever,” she whispered back.