Tracker’s Sin (34 page)

Shit, there was only one thing a man used cream for. The thought of his thick cock slipping between Ari’s creamy ass cheeks, touching

her there in a gentle kiss before pressing, parting that tight rosebud for the first time, hearing her cries as she accepted him total y, drove him crazy. “Did

she tel you what it’s for?”

Ari shook her head. “But I can guess.”

“And you’re not afraid?”

“I’m yours, Tracker. I always have been, even before I knew you. I am not a stranger to the ways a man wants a woman. What I am a

stranger to is how it feels for a man to take a woman in those ways, with love.”

“Ari.”

Her hands tugged at the drawstrings of his pants. If he didn’t want to break the daisy chain that bound them together, he had to keep

close. The knot came undone. His pants fel to his ankles. His cock fel into her grasp. Damn, Ari’s touch felt good. Smooth, soft. Tracker looked down at

her very white hands against his skin, the contrast highlighting the differences between them. She was a lady, from the top of her head to the tips of her

toes. He was an outlaw, flirting with respectable. In the eyes of many, a filthy Indian who deserved castration just for looking at her. She’d never be able to

go back East with him and show him off.

“You deserve better.”

“Desi warned me you’d start that again.”

“You should listen to your sister.”

“I am.” She squeezed his cock. “That’s why, when we finish the wedding, I’m going to lie down on that blanket over there and you’re going

to make love to me however you want, everywhere you want.”

His cock jerked. Pre-come leaked from the tip. He could picture that. “Son of a bitch.”

Her thumb swept that betraying little bead away. “If you last that long.”

Oh, he’d last. “If I don’t, you’l just have to get me hard again.”

He could see from her expression that she liked the thought of that.

“You mentioned something about a wedding?”

“It’s not the real one, of course. Father Bernard already performed that, but I figured since you got to marry me your way, I should get to

marry you mine.”

“You do?”

“Absolutely. It’s only fair.”

“I’m al for fair.”

“Good.” She took a step back, indicating with a tap of her hand that he needed to bring his up. He didn’t need her to tel him to turn his

hand over and hold hers. That came as natural y as breathing.

She met his gaze squarely. No matter how he searched, he couldn’t see any uncertainty in hers, but there was a question. He didn’t have

to wait long to hear it. Placing her fingertips on his cheek, she warned, “Be very sure, Tracker. Because once I do this, there’s no going back. I’l never let

you leave me, and if you try, I’l pack up al our kids and fol ow you across the plains until you give up out of sheer exhaustion.”

“Anyone ever tel you a man does the threatening?”

“Nope, but even if they had, I’d tel anyone that they didn’t understand you like I do. That they don’t understand that your need for me to

have the best makes you miss the fact that
you’re
the best thing I could ever have.” Her hand opened over his heart. “I’d tel anyone that they don’t

understand how beautiful I always feel with you. How wonderful and free I feel when I’m in your arms. How perfect your kiss feels against my lips. How you

make me smile and laugh, how happy I am to see you. How you make me feel strong, important, valued. If they had, I’d tel anyone that when a smart

woman is lucky enough to find the man who completes her, she holds him close to her body, to her heart. Her soul.” She took a step forward and slipped

her hand over his cheek. Touching him with love. Son of a bitch, so much love.

Tears fil ed her eyes, roughened her voice. “And she thanks God every day for the opportunity to do so.”

His own voice wasn’t that smooth. “You love me like that?”

“How can you doubt it?”

Because when a man grew up knowing fairy tales were for others, it was hard to believe anything different. And to have his own personal

happily-ever-after handed to him on a silver platter? How did a man tel a woman who gave him everything how much that meant? “Tracker?”

He slid his hand around the back of her neck, pul ing her up into his kiss. Kissing her slowly. Gently. Before resting his forehead against

hers. “I don’t have the fancy words you deserve.”

“Then show me. You’re very good at showing me.”

“You think?”

“I always feel the love in your touch.”

“Good.” He rubbed his thumb against her mouth. “Is the ceremony over?”

“Do you promise to love and cherish me forever, to always hold me close, and never send me away?”

Clever of her to address her worries in the vows. “Tying my hands?”

“Absolutely.”

He did like a clever woman. And this one he loved.

“I, Tracker Ochoa, promise to love you, Arianna, for al the rest of my days. I promise to cherish you with my heart, my soul and my body. I

promise to always hold you close, and to never let you go. In this life and the next, sweets, and al the lifetimes to come, I’m yours.”

Tears fil ed her eyes and the tip of her nose turned red. Her breath caught. Even blotchy, she was beautiful to him. She threw her arms

around his neck. “Oh, God, I love you.”

“I love you, too.” He lifted her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he held her close, breathing in the scent of crushed daisies and

Ari, hugging her with the same intensity. She was his greatest treasure. His only love. The one he’d always hungered for. And she’d just given herself to

him, without reservation. Son of a bitch.

The blanket was three steps away. He made it in two. Dropping to his knees, he laid her on the ground. The tip of his cock tucked into the

wel of her vagina. She was wet and ready. He was hard and throbbing. Her legs tightened around his hips. “Don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere.”

She gasped out, “Good.” He rotated his hips in smal circles, teasing her with the possibilities. “I’d better warn you, though, I’m feeling

pretty wild.”

It was his turn to say “Good.”

He needed to hear it again. The daisy chain broke as he slid his hand behind her neck and tilted her head back.

“Tel me again how you want me.”

“However you want, whenever you want.” She licked her lips, leaving them moist and parted. “I’m yours.”

Yes. His. He’d meant to tease, but ended up possessing. With a hard thrust he tunneled his cock through the tight folds of her pussy,

watching her eyes widen in shock as she absorbed his possession.
His.
The thought ricocheted around his head, inspiring lust, joy, disbelief. He dropped

his thumb to her clit, finding it swol en and wet. He rubbed it slowly, gently, coaxing her desire to rise to match his. He needed her to match him in

everything. Love, lust, determination.

“Oh.”

Her eyelids lowered until he could just make out the glitter of her irises behind the fan of her lashes. The muscles of her channel fluttered

about his cock in blatant invitation. “If you’re going to run, do it now.”

“Shut up and love me, Tracker.”

“How?”

“Hard. Oh, God, hard.”

“You won’t be afraid?”

She wiggled beneath him, forcing his cock deeper. “No.”

He pul ed back, gritting his teeth as her pussy clung to every inch of his cock, letting him go just one inch at a time. “Good.”

He forged back. She was tight, so tight.
Damn.
He rubbed her clit harder, watching pleasure replace surprise, lust replace need. It wasn’t

enough that she wanted him—he needed to see it.

“Do you want me, Ari?”

“Yes.”

“Show me.”

“How?”

“Pul your legs back.”

A blush colored her cheeks again, but she didn’t hesitate. Reaching down, she caught the back of her thighs and pul ed her legs apart,

tilting her pussy up, leaving herself open and vulnerable to his thrusts.

“Like this?”

“Exactly like that.”

He took a moment to appreciate the view. Her pussy was stretched wide around the width of his cock, the pretty pink inner lips drawn flat

from the pressure. Bracing his weight on his hands, he pul ed al the way out until her pussy hugged just the tip in a silken kiss, before tunneling back,

pushing past that last bit of resistance until his groin was tucked up tight to hers, so close that not a whisper could slip between. So close there was no

tel ing where he ended and she began.

Her head whipped side to side on the blanket as he pumped slowly and steadily, giving her al , taking al , and stil it wasn’t enough. For

him or for her.

“More!”

The huskily moaned demand slid along his nerves, finding the wildness inside him, bringing it forward. Yes, she needed more. He

needed more. The jar of cream caught his eye.

A gentle slap on her thigh opened Ari’s eyes. He leaned in, kissing her mouth, gently, softly. “This isn’t enough.”

She blinked. Her lip slid between her teeth, letting him know she knew what he meant.

“Are you ready to be mine?”

She blew out a breath and just as quickly sucked it back in, her head turning until she could see the jar of cream. “Yes.”

Kneeling, he lowered her thighs, first the left and then the right, before bracing his hands on her bent knees and slipping free. Her moan of

regret matched his.

She tried to close her legs.

“No.” He picked up the jar of cream and uncorked it before setting it beside them. “Stay just like that.”

“Why?”

“Because I want it.”

Leaning forward, he pushed her legs apart with his chest as he kissed her mouth, running his tongue along hers before lightly nipping her

ful lower lip, her throat, her chest, her stomach, her clit. The last drew a smal scream that dissolved to a hoarse, sexy moan as he soothed the sting with

the hot pass of his tongue. The next pass brought another moan. The next another smal scream. He loved her with his mouth, breathing in her scent,

savoring her taste as he scooped some cream onto his fingers.

Sucking her clit into his mouth, he stroked in quick succession, hearing the rise of her passion in a soft spil of his name from her lips,

feeling her joy in the fingers twisted in his hair, tasting it in the honey that coated his tongue. When she was panting and bucking against him, he rubbed

the cream into her anus. The muscle clenched against him. He rubbed a bit more, pressing gently as he circled the tight rosebud. Gradual y the muscles

relaxed and parted the tiniest bit.

“That’s it, sweets. Relax.”

He repeated the procedure again and again until his fingers and her ass were slick with grease. This time when he pressed, she opened,

taking him easily to the first knuckle. “That’s it, baby,” he whispered against her clit. “Just like that, nice and easy.”

Ari gasped as Tracker’s finger parted her ass. Nice and easy. Oh, God, how was this going to be easy? His tongue flicked her clit. Her

pussy spasmed. She was close, so close.

He pressed deeper. She tensed, old memories intruding.

“Too much?”

No, not enough. It would never be enough until there was only Tracker in her head. Only Tracker in her bed.

“More.”

His mouth left her clit to string a line of kisses down her thigh as he straightened. “Turn over.”

She knew what he wanted. She wanted it, too. She rol ed over slowly, the way he liked to see her move, so he could look his fil , tucking

her knees under her torso, lifting her ass. His “son of a bitch” was the sweetest compliment.

She wiggled her butt. He chuckled. She smiled. Loving Tracker was always so sweet, so nice.

From the corner of her eye she saw him scoop more cream from the jar and slide it along the dark length of his cock. She licked her lips

as he palmed the fat head. Anticipation rode side by side with apprehension. He was a big man.

“Tracker?”

“What?”

“Tel me again you love me.”

His big body came down over hers. His fingers tucked between her legs, finding her hungry clit, stroking it, kissing her shoulder when she

shivered. His cock settled between her ass cheeks, sliding down until it notched against her anus. “I’l love you, Ari, for al the rest of my days.” He

pressed, opening her body and her heart with that gentle persuasion he’d always given her. She gasped as the pressure built.

She slid her hand over until it was on top of his, weaving her fingers between his, holding on as she struggled to accept the enormity of

the moment. “Tracker…” Another kiss on her shoulder. Another stroke across her clit.

“I promise to cherish you with my heart, my soul and my body.”

Tears burned her eyes, even as pleasure seared her body. “I love you.”

He squeezed her hand, holding her as she took him this first time, stroking her clit, balancing the pain with pleasure, taking her past the

difficulty to the pure joy of loving him. Of being loved by him. Taking her to the place where there was nothing but them in this moment. His cock slid deep,

fil ing her with lust, with him. Fil ing her past the point of no return. So good. So good. And she was so close.

“Oh, God. More.”

He gave it to her with a slow, careful pump and a hard stroke to her clit and a promise as solid as he was. “In this life and the next, sweets,

and al the lifetimes to come. I’m yours.”

She came, crying his name, her body spasming around his, clinging to his. Her climax triggered his own. His thrusts got longer, stronger.

She pushed back, relaxing her muscles and taking him deeper wanting to give him everything he wanted. Needing to be for him what he was for her.

Everything.