Trusting Love (16 page)

Robert groaned and kissed her bare shoulder, still rubbing her with his fingers as he held her firmly in place for his possession. It was so masculine, so powerfully primitive being thrown over a saddle and fucked, she couldn’t keep in the moans of pleasure. He was every fantasy come to life for her—even this was beyond her ability to deny. She heard his breathless panting in her ear, felt his warm skin slide over hers, and experienced a thrill shiver down her spine, knowing he was losing control. A second later, he shoved in hard and she cried out at the shock of her first full feel of his cock deep in her pussy.

“There, that’s it,” he whispered breathlessly, holding her in place but not thrusting, not doing anything more than laying his hot body over hers while his erection branded her.

She tightened her hands on the saddle and breathed, so filled by him she couldn’t imagine ever
not
feeling him.

“Give us a second here, get used to me, darling, because I guarantee you this is the point of no return.” He rubbed her clit the entire time he spoke, making his words and actions a double impact that made her squirm. “Come for me, darling, you can, I know it.”

A rush of such heat followed his words that it shook her from her head to her toes. She’d never come so easily in her life, how could he want that?

“I can’t,” she cried, even though she was close, so close she had to hold her breath.

“Yes, you can.” He chuckled and circled his big arm around her waist. Before she knew what he was doing he rocked her firmly on his cock while he kept up his magic finger action going. Instantly, the beginnings of a climax rushed along her body like a wild fire and clenched her down around his penis.

“Oh, God, you’re so big,” she whispered, desperate to come. “So big,” she repeated, arching her neck on his shoulder and giving in to the power of his body. The force of her climax jerked her body, making her dig her nails into the leather stirrup and sob against the sweet smell of horses. The thickness of him filled her and forced her climaxing body higher and higher as it clenched down on every inch of him. The delicious knowledge that he held himself there for her pleasure, unmoving, just for her, and he’d keep himself there as long as she wanted, shot her into a hotter climax until she had to turn her head, seeking his warm shoulder as she cried out his name, kissing him so desperately he growled.

When she could breathe again, Robert’s heated gaze locked with hers, and she reached up and back to caress the side of his face, amazed all over again by him.

“You made me come.”

He smiled softly and tipped one eyebrow upwards. “Is that a problem?”

“No, but I might become very greedy for more,” she told him, arching her back to sink her pussy more firmly on the wonderful length of his hard erection. He pulled her upward from the saddle to lean back into his warm body with a kiss along her cheek.

“Ah, damn, you’re so tiny, Kristen,” he whispered squeezing her breasts, “everywhere but here where you’re going to drive me nuts.”

“I thought I was doing that already,” she breathed, loving how hard and stiff he still was inside her while carrying on a conversation, somewhat strained, but still he wasn’t pushing for his turn. He held back for her. The knowledge made her feel sexy and daring. “I want more, Robert, much, much more,” she added on a hot whisper against his lips. She was almost sitting on his hips like this and rubbed her butt in an up and down motion that thrust her deeper on him.

“Ah, God, your ass is so perfect,” he breathed.

She laughed and tossed her hair. “My butt is not perfect, it’s too small.”

He looked at her like she’d lost her mind, then slowly withdrew his wet erection and rubbed it right between each cheek. She squealed and would have moved, but he held her in place with a grip on her waist

“Your butt is so damn perfect I could come from just watching you jiggle it,” he said.

“Jiggle it?” she laughed then moaned when he penetrated her again, just as slowly as he had the first time, but this time he hit her body with his hips and she saw her bottom do exactly what he’d said. Heck, even she thought they looked amazingly sexy. His body more than hers, but he didn’t seem to agree. He rubbed his hands over the top of her, squeezing the rounded rise there and she sucked in a surprised breath at how hot that looked. Maybe she did have a nice butt.

“Just like this,” he told her, giving her another firm thrust so her flesh bounced.

“Oh, God, that’s good.”

He laughed sounding strained and met her eyes with such passion in his expression she wiggled her behind for him.

“Ah, baby,” he said, catching her hips to hold her still, then bent to press his face to hers as began a careful push and pull in contrast to the way he latched onto her lips. She reached back to feel his muscled stomach and dug her nails into his hip for more.

She couldn’t hold in the moan when he thrust harder. The soft sound seemed to drive his passion higher because they both broke off the kiss breathlessly driving towards something that she knew would be amazing. She bent her head lower over the saddle giving him more of her to possess. He drove in, finally filling her to the point of almost pain. He groaned and shoved in deeper, holding himself there with his sac pressed tight to her pussy as she moaned louder, another climax starting to grow close.

“Got to move this time.”

“Yes, oh yes, Robert, move.”

He pulled out and shoved back in the same way, ending with that rock of his body against hers that moved her up the saddle. She moaned again, nearly coming from it. She pushed back when he withdrew and this time he shoved in harder, pumping in and out with such long, hard strokes that the hot rush of excitement tingling along her skin nearly erupted.

“Robert, oh I’m so close,” she cried, digging her hands in the saddle and bending lower.

Immediately he started a hard, firm thrusting that ripped a soft cry from her lips. He widened his legs on either side of hers, and added the power of his body to his punch-like strokes while he held onto her shoulders, tipping her backwards perfectly.

“Oh, God,” she whispered, on fire from the delicious friction. “Yes, like that.”

“Ah, so damn beautiful,” he groaned.

His growing urgency fed hers and without warning she burst, coming so hard she dug her nails into the saddle under her cheek and opened her mouth on a silent cry. Her legs trembled and shook.

Robert increased his pumping, panting as he rode her orgasm out, making her own breathing impossible until, with a gasp into her neck, he froze. Deep inside his cock swelled to an impossible degree. He tightened his hands on her hips and shoved in all the way. She rocked back on his thick cock, and bit down gently on his arm.

“Yeah, darling, that’s it. Kris—I’m coming,” he groaned.

Robert shuddered and his body dropped completely on hers, with his head only a breath away. She met his eyes and for long, intense moments she shared her passion with him until with a low groan he jerked upwards, tipped his head back, and jutted his hips forward to drive himself inside her. His golden muscles strained, bulging to tight hard flesh from his neck to the V at his hips. He stayed like that for long enough for her to slowly ease out of her climax until only small trembles remained and she could breathe without the fear of the pleasure disappearing.

Slowly easing, he took a deep breath and bent down to circle her in his arms and press his face to hers.

“Kristen,” he murmured sounding so breathless she kissed him.

A tear tracked down her cheek at how perfect his possession had been and how long she could have had this, him, instead of the horrible nightmare she’d experienced. If only she’d worried about herself, rather than making everyone else around her happy.
If only I had stood up for what I wanted.

Robert must have tasted the tear because he lifted his head and examined her expression.

She smiled at him, not wanting to ruin this time she had with her regrets. She didn’t have to force the smile, since she was so full of happiness. Why wouldn’t she be? She’d just had amazing sex in her barn with the snow falling outside and a man that could hang the moon for her telling her that her butt was perfect. What woman in her right mind wouldn’t be smiling?

At her smile, he responded with a soft kiss to her cheek, then brow, then lips, brushing kisses lightly over her face with a tenderness that made the entire experience so warm and comfortable she didn’t even mind that her jeans were down and she was still thrown over a saddle with Robert’s penis still inside her.

At one point, he tried to pull away but she held him down to her body with a grip on his arm.

“Just a moment more,” she whispered along his jaw.

“You’ll get cold and then what will we do to warm you up?”

“I can think of several things,” she told him, squeezing her body around his still hard penis.

He smiled and with a happy laugh, he squeezed her butt as he leaned against her, firmly shifting himself deeper in her pussy. How long did he stay erect? she wondered.

“I can think of a million, but I think they should be
inside
where I won’t worry about you catching cold because I can’t hold off from having you.” He gently kissed her, easing his body from hers with a heavy sigh against her lips.

She gave him a disappointed groan and he laughed.

“Believe me, I want back inside you, darling. If I had my way, I’d keep this soldier there as often as I could, rain or shine. Or until the snow melts.”

Until the snow melts.

She refused to let the comment ruin this and instead pushed it aside, and turned slightly to caress his chest.

“But right now, let’s get you dressed,” he urged taking her hand and turning her full to face him. Quickly, as if she might freeze to death, he pulled her jeans in order, smiling when she stopped him to kiss him before he could fix her top with one more caress to her breasts. At the same time he adjusted himself and had her in his arms in another hug before she could believe he’d got himself all in order.

“Did you, you know, put everything away?”

He laughed harder than she’d ever heard him and tightened his arms around her in a giant bear hug. “I like how concerned you are over
everything
,” he teased.

“Mmm, well, I am very impressed with
everything
, as you very well know,” she told him with a kiss to his smiling lips. “So? Did you put everything away?”

“I did. Now give me those lips once more before we go inside and feed you because I have an idea you might like a massage after all this hard work.”

She brushed her hand through his shaggy hair and sighed. “Well, you did all the work, but a massage? What woman would pass that up?” She glanced around the barn and sighed again. “But, well, what about what’s happened to you? Shouldn’t we talk about that?”

His face tightened, then oddly enough, his expression softened into a smile. “Yes, we should. It’s one reason I came out here,” he said, bringing her closer to his body warmth. “I didn’t just come out to ravish you over a saddle, darling.”

“Oh? I kinda liked your ravishing,” she laughed, so pleased by his sheepish expression, she couldn’t help but tease him.

He nipped at her fingers and made her squeal with laughter when he dipped his shoulder, threatening silently to tip her over it when she didn’t stop laughing.

“Don’t you dare. Now, talk, please. I’m worried. Should I be?”

Immediately he turned serious—military serious, she supposed. “No. Not a chance. This weather for one is keeping anyone away. Second, I’ll make sure they don’t get a lead on where I am, so we have some time.”

She refused to worry over him leaving and instead nodded, shifting her attention to the snowstorm.

Robert didn’t let her get away with that. He tipped her head up and narrowed his eyes at her. “This is not just me spending my time while snowed in, Kris. I thought I made—”

“Whoa, slow down, cowboy. Did I say something?” she demanded, not doing a good job at keeping the smile from her tone because he huffed at her.

“You didn’t have to say something. I can tell.”

“Oh. I see. So… Along with your healing ability, you can read minds… Fun, but unfortunately the only reason I wanted to know if there was some lunatic out there waiting to shoot you again is I really need to finish my chores—the ones you interrupted with your ravishing.” She pointed to the wheelbarrow full of manure and her shovel.

He followed her gaze and a smile broke out over his handsome face. “You need help with chores?”

Did he sound happy about that?
She was still buzzing from how thoroughly he’d made love to her, standing up, and he seemed thrilled with a chance to do work.

He dodged out in the snow without his jacket to get his gloves from the ground and her snow shovel then grinned at her. “What?”

“You want to do chores?”

He bent and kissed her cheek, chuckling softly against her ear. His face was warm but also chilly from the quick run out in the snowy wind. “Sure, I’m pretty good at chores. I lived on a ranch for years.”

“You did?” she asked. She’d known he’d been raised in a base in Texas, but she’d never heard he knew horses or ranch life.

“Sure, my buddy has a ranch up in Montana.”

He checked the horses’ water with a no-nonsense attitude that made her smile. He found her shovel she used to break the ice and turned with an arrogant expression at her for standing still watching him. “You had me pegged for just another Texan with an accent, didn’t you?”

“No,” she said quickly, but smiled at the lie. She had. “Okay, maybe, but—”

“Rode broncos on the circuit for a bit too, but that was years ago, during my leave time.”

He rode broncos for his downtime?

“Not any longer, right?” she asked then stopped herself. How was that more dangerous than the bullets he’d had in his body?

“Nope, not for years. I was young and dumb. How much water do you add?” he asked, unlatching Misty’s stall with the hose in his hands.

“All the way. It freezes but they need to be filled all the way.” She watched him break the ice, fill the water to the right level and head out with a soft pet to Misty’s nose before he went into Buck’s stall.