The Care and Feeding of an Alpha Male (12 page)

“Oh lord,” she said, burying her face against him.

“There you go again.”

“I’m so sorry,” she said, cupping a hand over her mouth. “I didn’t realize I was being so loud. I tried to stay quiet.”

“Quiet’s for nuns. If I want you to be silent, I’ll give you something big and hard to shove into your mouth.”

She laughed and thumped him again. “You’re terrible.”

“I know.” He wouldn’t mind seeing how much noise she
made with his dick in her mouth anyhow. Maybe tomorrow, if she was amenable. He certainly was, and he’d be more than willing to reciprocate. “So,” he said, running a hand up and down her bare arm. “As one-night stands go, how’d that do?”

“It pretty much rocked my world,” she said dreamily.

Fuckin’ right it did.

Her hand slid to his stomach and stole to his side, and then he felt her fingers dance along his ass. “Night’s not over yet, though.”

“We seem to be on the same page, darlin’,” he said with a grin.

She smiled and snuggled close, and he tucked her chin against his chest, content to hold her for a few minutes and let his dick recover. That had been some of the best sex he’d ever had. And she was right; the night was young yet. Damn, but this was turning out to be a good day, rain and all.

Not what he’d expected from the weekend, but he’d been more than happy to be proven wrong about a great many things.

“You want to go inside the cabin?” he whispered against her hair. “We might be able to find a clear spot next to the woodpile.”

She didn’t answer.

He glanced down and saw her eyes were closed, her breathing regular, her mouth slightly slack with sleep. Her hand still clasped his ass, as if he were a prized possession she was afraid to let go of, even in her sleep.

And even when he chuckled, he didn’t wake her up.

Well, plenty of time for morning-after sex, too, he supposed.

B
eth Ann was cold. She’d been so warm moments before, and so she turned in her sleep, reaching for the warm body that had been there before. “Colt?”

“Here, darlin’,” he said softly, and then she was pulled back against a warm, broad chest. Her hands slid between them, instinctively looking to slide into the warmth between their bodies, and encountered his cock, hard and erect.

That caused her to wake up. Beth Ann opened her eyes, blinked, and stared up into Colt’s angular face.

“Mornin’,” he said, and that dimple appeared under two days’ worth of beard stubble.

She blushed, realizing she still had her hand curled around his cock, and her bare breasts were pressed against his chest. Her nipples hardened even as she thought about it. “Hi.”

He leaned in to kiss her, and she grimaced, turning her head. “I probably have morning breath.”

“Here,” he said, and reached over her to grab a bottle of water. She took it from him and swished her mouth, and then swallowed a couple mouthfuls before handing it back to him.

“All better?” he asked.

She nodded.

“Good.” And he rolled onto her, bearing her down to the ground. His mouth was on hers and his tongue thrust into her mouth, claiming her quickly, and she sighed in response. Oh God. The man should not be able to kiss like that. She should be feeling dirty and ashamed this morning. She’d done something cheap and tawdry and she’d jumped this beautiful, hard man…and she wanted to do it again. As he sucked on her lower lip, she moaned, remembering last night and all the delicious, naughty things they’d done.

That had been amazing. Sex with Allan had never even been close to that, and he’d been her first—and only. With him, sex was usually missionary, and only minutes long. When they’d been in high school, he’d taken time with her breasts and to kiss her, but as the years had worn on, it had basically turned into an endless string of quickies. He’d give her a cursory kiss, a flick on the breasts, and then fuck her for an unexciting minute or two, and then they’d go on with their day.

She hadn’t realized until last night just how much she’d missed being kissed and teased. Her hand stroked his cock, and she was pleased with the way he groaned against her mouth. “Someone’s awake and alert this morning,” she said softly.

“Reveille,” he muttered, moving to her ear and licking the shell of it.

When his tongue dipped into her ear, it shot a bolt of pleasure through her body and she whimpered. “Reveille?”

“Up at dawn,” he murmured.

“Every dawn? Lucky me.” Her hands moved to his buttocks and then up his back, and she hooked one leg behind him, trying to pull him down against her.

He groaned, still kissing her fiercely. His beard stubble scratched her face, but she didn’t care. Her fingers slid to the front of his chest and she plucked at his nipples, liking how flat and hard they were. Just like the rest of him. When she raised her hips, she felt the hard length of him against her pussy and she suddenly wanted him deep inside her again.

“Wait,” he said, and fumbled for something nearby. “Condoms,” he said between kisses.

“Hurry,” she said softly. Her fingertips grazed his nipples. She didn’t want to lose this moment. She wanted to make love to him and go back to that place of madness and desire all over again. She wanted to see if he could take her there again this morning, or if it’d be disappointing now that the edge had been taken off her desire.

She heard the crinkle of the wrapper, and then he shifted, rolling the condom on. He continued to kiss her, though his kiss had become a little distracted, turning into small nibbles against her lips instead.

And then he was over her, sliding between her widespread thighs. Oh. They were going to do missionary, then? She experienced
a stab of disappointment…that just as quickly vanished as he pushed deep into her, seating to the hilt. She gasped, her hands clasping his slim hips. Oh God. He was buried deep so fast, and the stretch of his girth had given her a little tight twinge, but now that he was deep inside her, it was…really nice. He leaned down and kissed her again, deep, hard, and oh, she liked that. And he thrust.

She could feel every inch of him sinking deep inside her. “Oh,” she murmured, half surprised. That had been so
good
.

Over her, he gave her a wicked, half smile, his dog tags fluttering in her face. That look on his face almost said “I know,” and then he thrust again. On the third thrust, she raised her hips, and felt every inch of him slide out, and then bury deep again. And oh…that was really good.

“How’s that little clit of yours?” he whispered against her, kissing her throat as he thrust again.

She gasped. That was such a…direct thing to say. He seemed to know just how to shock her. It aroused her at the same time. “I…I don’t know.”

“Why don’t you touch it and find out?”

A full-body tremble swept through her. God, that was so naughty. It was daylight, and he could see all of her. Was he going to watch? Her eyes slid open even as her hand slid down between the two of them, brushing through the wet curls. She pushed between the lips of her sex, finding her clit, and gasped at how sensitive it felt. She must have tried to rub the darn thing off last night. Beth Ann could feel her cheeks flushing. “Tender,” she said in a low voice.

His gaze watched her face. “What if you touch it lightly?” Thrust.

She gave a low whimper, and his eyes gleamed.

“Touch yourself, Beth Ann,” he said, and she did. She stroked the little nub with gentle fingers, and sensation raced through her hips. She clenched tight around him, and he groaned in response. “Just like that.” He sat up on the next thrust, and tugged her forward, so he was sitting up as she lay in the ground, resting on his legs, her hips cradled in his lap.

So he could watch her touch herself as he fucked her. Her entire body flushed even as her nipples got harder and tighter at the thought. His next thrust was shallower thanks to her tilted position, but the gleam in his eyes told her he was still enjoying himself. Her hand moved back down to her sex and she stroked her clit lightly, and bit her lip.

“Don’t,” he said. “Don’t bite it back. I want you to tell me how it feels.”

She froze under him. “I…”

“Is your clit soft?” he asked, his voice husky, his gaze intense. Oh mercy, she loved that intense look on his face. As if he could devour her whole with his eyes.

“Soft,” she admitted, and stroked the pad of her finger over her clit again, moaning when he gave another shallow thrust.

“And how does it feel?”

She swallowed, hard. Forced herself to squeak the words out. “Like…lightning racing through me…when you thrust.”

“Keep touching yourself, then,” he murmured. “Until you come. Want to watch you.”

She stroked her clit again. It was swollen to touch, so she was
delicate and light with her fingers, but it was also extremely sensitive. She whimpered when he thrust again, and rubbed harder.

“Touch your nipples,” he said, and she did. She flicked one and then twisted it, hissing out a breath when it sent a bolt of sensation rocketing through her again.

He rolled his hips slightly, and she felt the ripples of pleasure all through her body. Another moan erupted from her.

“So fucking beautiful,” he bit out. “Watching you touch yourself with my cock deep inside you.”

She whimpered again, as just his words were making her crazy with need. Her pussy pulsed with desire, and her fingers stroked faster, harder. Her hand teased her nipple and she began to pant.

“You like the feel of my cock deep inside you?”

That was so incredibly dirty. Here she was, a woman that didn’t even cuss, and he was saying all these dirty things to her. Worse, it was arousing her. A thrill shot through her and she flicked her clit harder. “Yes,” she whimpered.

“Then tell me.”

“I like it,” she managed to say, even as she rubbed harder. God, he was impaling her, his cock was so hard and thick. And she was saying dirty things back to him, and didn’t even care. She felt her pussy shiver all around his thick length deep inside her.

“What do you like?”

“I love your cock,” she panted, rubbing. Oh mercy, she was so close. “Deep inside me. Making me…come.” Her last word ended in a moan as an orgasm blasted through her and she clenched hard. He swore and pushed her forward, and then he
was over her, fucking her hard and thrusting deep, and her orgasm continued to build.

She cried out as he slammed into her. And oh God, she was still coming, and he kept thrusting into her, and she couldn’t think, and her legs were so tight with her orgasm that she was going to shatter and oh my God—

And then he shouted a word that sounded like her name mashed together, and gave one last, hard thrust, and fell over her, panting.

Dazed, she wrapped her arms around him. This was totally not her—dirty talking, “one-night stand Beth Ann” was not “demure town Beth Ann.” Her mission to be different had just headed off on a major U-turn.

And she was not complaining.

He lifted up off her and looked down at her face. “You are amazing.”

She smiled. “Flatterer.”

“I speak the truth,” he said, and leaned in to kiss her again.

“So what now?” she asked.

He glanced up at the sky. Crystal clear, and orange with dawn. “Breakfast, and then I guess we can see about heading back into town.”

“Great,” she said with a smile. But for some reason, she didn’t feel all that enthusiastic about it.

“Thank you for a wonderful weekend,” Colt said. “Have to say that I enjoyed myself.”

“A wonderful weekend?” she said with a laugh, gesturing at the ground. “Even with all this mud and rain?”

He gave her a hot look. “A
very
wonderful weekend.”

A blush crept over her cheeks. “I’ll make a note to get stranded more often, so you can come rescue me more often.”

For some reason, the look on his face became a little more forced. “You do that, and I promise to come after you.” He gave her an intense look. “No regrets, I hope?”

“I regret all the dirt under my nails,” she admitted, and then added, “But nothing else.” And she kissed his hard mouth to prove it.

Her pulse fluttered at the sight of that dimple when he smiled.

They cleaned up the small campsite as best they could when the sun was high. Colt banked the fire while she straightened up the cabin and gathered trash. She hadn’t realized that they had any trash, but empty MRE bags and open condom wrappers qualified. So she’d stashed it all and tied the bag tight, tucking it into a corner of the shed. “Should we take it with us?”

“Nah. I’ll send Brenna out for it tomorrow, and she can resupply the cabin. Don’t worry about it.”

Beth Ann hefted the bottles of rum and stared at them thoughtfully. “Seems a shame not to at least taste our alcohol.”

Colt grimaced. “That’s a cheap brand of rum. You’re probably lucky you didn’t taste it.”

“Oh?” She studied the bottle.

“You’re probably used to drinking some fancy shit anyhow,” he said, using the side of his boot to rake mud and leaves over the remains of the fire pit.

“Actually I’ve never been drunk,” she admitted. “I kind of wanted to try it.”

“Never?” He looked down at her, incredulous, then picked up a bottle. “We’ll save one for you then. Maybe see what you’re like when you’re plastered. You’ve led a pretty sad life if you’ve never been drunk off of cheap alcohol, Miss Beth Ann.”

She grinned with wickedness. “I know.” It was like Allan’s wants and needs had ruled her life for the last nine years. Longer than that—they’d gotten together when she was in high school.

So much time wasted trying to please a man that couldn’t be pleased.

“Tired of being the good girl?”

“Not that,” she said, tugging one muddy, horrid shoe back on her foot. After this, she was going to wear sneakers for a week. “Tired of doing what everyone expects me to do. That’s all. I did it and it got me nowhere. I’m doing what I want to do, and if that means trying new, occasionally stupid things, I’m going to do it.”

“Atta girl,” he said, and then gestured at the woods. “Come on. Let’s see if we can make it back while the day is young enough.”