Unstable (31 page)

The longer he stares, the edgier I get, exposed, exhilarated…my breathing quickens and a tiny moan of impatience escapes me.

“Knew you’d be perfect. This pretty lil’ pussy is mine now, baby. But I wanna see all of you. Shirt off.” He pulls his own over his head and tosses it to the side while I shed mine.

“Bra too. Get those sweet tits out for me.”

The considerate man who remembers what I wore to a dance and makes playlists is
definitely a man
—his dirty demands making me crazier and wetter with each deliciously vulgar word.

I remove my bra, my freed breasts bouncing with every deep, erratic breath I take.

“God damn my girl’s gorgeous,” he rumbles, grabbing my ankles and pulling me forward ‘til my ass is nearly hanging off the bed. He takes my ankles and positions me, legs bent and feet flat on the mattress, leaving me wide open.

And then he drops to his knees, bending to skim his lips up the inside of my thighs, pushing on my legs to expose me even more.

“Anybody ever eat this pussy, baby?”

“No,” my voice shakes.

“Like hearing that too.” And then his mouth is there, hot breath searing my intimate flesh.

I buck upward, electrified, but he grabs my hips to trap me still. I look down, seeing only his black head of hair, and run a hand through it.
Maybe
urging him closer.

My, what a wicked tongue he has. Licking on, in between and around every tingling inch of my…pussy. Never have I liked that word as much as I do now—since he called it “pretty” and “his” in a voice so silkily possessive, I long to hear it again, often.

He dips his tongue in and out of my core, sometimes a quick tease, other times as deep as it will go, keeping me on anxious edge with his surprises.

“You taste like fucking Heaven,” he rasps, his finger replacing his tongue. “I could eat you all night, but I want inside you too damn bad for that. I need to make you come so you can take me. You ready to come for me, baby?”

My head nods wildly and I moan a yes.

“That’s my girl. Give it to me, all over my face.” He dives back in, adding another finger, pushing them in deeper to reach some secret spot that, frankly, makes all the pain in the ass parts of being a woman totally worth it.

Massaging that spot mercilessly, he adds his mouth, coaxing my clit with hard flicks of his tongue, long sucks and my undoing…an ideally pressured nip between his teeth.

No prelude or build-up, I explode, detonating entirely. My back bows, my scream scratches my throat and he has to hold me down through my full-body tremor. He doesn’t let up, working his mouth and fingers on and in me until I’ve given all I have, closing my eyes in euphoric exhaustion and trying to catch my breath.

“W…what the hell was that?” I wheeze.

He chuckles smugly. “
That
was the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. You were made for me, Henley. The way your body responds, like it’s been dying for what only I can make it feel. So am I redeemed? I’ll give sweet, but I’ll eat that pussy
like a man
every damn time.”

“Yes, you can always drive and fix stuff, whatever. As long as you add making a habit of doing
that
to me,
often
, to the list too.”

“You’re the boss.” He stands and I hear the tell-tale sound of a zipper coming down.

Newly energized, I push myself up on my elbows, not about to miss this show.

“Wanna watch, do ya?” He smiles devilishly.

“Hell yes,” I swallow hard, my ravenous eyes moving to where his hands work his jeans open.

I can feel him watching me as I watch him, but I refuse to look away. His Wranglers come off, revealing a beautiful, strong frame of long, muscled legs, a flat, tan stomach decorated with deep lines and grooves of fitness and a mouthwatering bulge in his boxer briefs.

“Does my woman want it?” He taunts huskily, rubbing a hand over said bulge.

“Yes.” I don’t recognize my own voice.

“Then come get it. I’ve waited so long for this, pictured it a million times. We’re doing this my way. Crawl over here on your hands and knees and take my cock out, baby.”

That mouth
. I can’t resist it—filthy, demanding and very persuasive.

I move to all fours and prowl toward him as provocatively as I can, my breasts jiggling the whole way. Surely that helps with the sexy approach I’m going for.

I reach him and rise to my knees, pushing down on the front of his briefs, his long, hard dick popping free. I groan wantonly before I can stop it.

“Whatcha gonna do with it now my lil’ vixen?” He helps me, removing his last bit of clothing all the way off.

“Exactly what you want me to do.” I go back on my hands and knees and lick my lips, getting them nice and slick, then lean forward. I take just the tip in my mouth, swiping my tongue through the salty pre-cum at the slit and moan around him.

“
Fuck,
” he hisses, fisting a hand in my hair. “So damn good, baby. Take more, suck it. Hard and deep, suck that cock, woman.”

His growly command spurs me on more, the bite to my scalp where his hand digs in harder turns me recklessly delirious, my single desire to make him go crazy.

I trace around the rim of his crown with a sharp, pointed tongue then swallow as much of him as I can in one swift slide downward.

“Henny, baby,
God damn
,” he groans, deep and delirious, and I thrive on it.

I tighten my lips around him on the glides down his rigid length, then hollow my cheeks with sweet suction coming up. I press my tongue hard along his throbbing vein and gently tease the rim again with a small hint of my teeth.

I can’t believe how much I’m enjoying this, the taste and weight of him in my mouth and the heady power I take from every pleasured sound he makes.

He can’t take much more, head thrown back on one long, loud groan as he thrusts forward, frantically, over and over. I’m driving him to primitive madness and I feed off it, my pussy clenching and throbbing. So I surrender control and let him fuck my mouth how he wants, relaxing my throat to accept his savage need.

“Oh, God, hell no.” He withdraws suddenly, sweat at his brow, beautiful chest heaving. “I am not coming in your mouth the first time.” He grabs for the condom and rips it open, swiftly rolling it over his length.

“Move up in the middle baby and spread your legs wide the fuck open for me.” He climbs onto the bed and stalks closely behind me.

When I’m situated, he covers my body with his, kissing me slowly and depthless, his hands rubbing and squeezing my breasts.

I wrap my legs and arms around him, holding him as close to me as I can, absorbing the nirvana that is our naked bodies pressed against each other. I can feel his heartbeat, pounding in chaotic rhythm with mine. Hear that his breaths are too labored.

How I waited so long to embrace what was always meant to be…now seems unimaginable.

His dick probes at my entrance and I’m more than ready, but first, he lifts his head to stare straight into my eyes. “I love you, Henley Gene Calvert. I always will.”

It takes him several, gentle tries to ease into me, loosen me up, then finally in one hard thrust, he sinks himself deep inside me, the beautiful burn causing my breath to catch in my throat.

“You okay?” he whispers, concern on his brow.

“More than. We’re really one now,” I smile, stroking his cheek. “Make love to me, Keaton.”

He needs no further persuasion, beginning to move. He uses slow, long strokes to smoothly glide in and almost all the way out of me, but I need more. I crave his strength, dominance, and every ounce of his desire. I use my ankles to push on his ass, urging him on, tilting my hips up to meet each of his thrusts.

“Baby, you are so fucking tight I can feel your pulse. Don’t want to hurt you,” he grunts.

“Feels wonderful. Fuck me, Keaton. Fuck me good.”

“Oh damn, love that mouth. I’ll fuck you
real
good, naughty girl.”

And he does, roaring as he plunges brutally, savagely, into me, sucking my breasts, rubbing my clit, moaning salacious praise in my ear.

“Tell me you’re close, baby. I can’t hold out, you feel so perfect I’ve got to come. Go with me. Clamp around me, Hen, take it from me.”

He presses harder on my clit, then pinches at the same time that he drags the head of his huge cock along my sweet spot and I give it to him. My pussy pulsing uncontrollably with a warm, wet release. He thrusts a few more magical times and twitches inside me with an animalistic roar, his hips jerking ‘til he’s unloaded it all.

He drops down on top of me, burying his face in my neck, panting hot on my skin.

“All that imagining, never even came close,” he faintly laughs. “That’s by far the best thing that’s ever happened to me. You’re amazing, Hen. I love you.”

“I love you too, Cash.”

WHEN I FINALLY GIVE
in and crack my eyes open in the morning, feeling content as a cat with a belly full of cream, I take a moment to stretch.

Big mistake. It hurts like hell—my body shrieking in protest that I’d disturbed the muscles that got deliciously used and abused last night.

How does a morning stretch possibly send cramps shooting up my pelvic region? The aftermath of being sinfully worshipped by Keaton Fucking Cash—that’s how.

I can still feel his power and adoration in every part of me.

Speaking of which…why am I alone in this bed? I listen for any noise in the house—dead silence. I sniff for signs of breakfast—nothing.

I get up,
very
slowly, and damn near limp to the bathroom for my robe. I walk in the kitchen, looking for both Keaton and Bourbon, who needs his pill, and that’s when I see the note on the counter.

“‘I didn’t want to wake you, baby. I admit, three times was probably a bit much and you’re gonna be sore. Take some painkillers and go back to bed. I took care of Bourbon and let him outside. I’ll be back soon, had to go meet with Boles. And, Henley, last night was amazing. I love you.”

As thoughtful as it is and as damn good as it sounds, I can’t just lay around in bed all day. I have a farm to run. And I haven’t checked in with Gatlin in what seems like forever. Plus, I can pay him now and need to discuss that with him.

I down two Tylenol with some juice then go and take a very long, hot shower. With each minute I spend under the soothing spray, the more relaxed my muscles become.

After I’m dressed, hair braided and out of the way, I head outside. I call for Bourbon, who doesn’t come, then Gatlin—maybe they’re together.

Nothing. Hmmm.

I go fire up the Gator and set off to look for them. And cringe with every hole, rock and bumpy patch I hit—the Tylenol and shower no match for a ride on an ATV.

As I approach the field, I see the horses turned out, roaming majestically, so I try that barn.

And find Gatlin.

I turn off the motor and wince as I sling a leg over, way too fast, to climb off. But thankfully, the pain subsides quickly.

“Hey, stranger,” I greet him cheerfully. “Long time, no see. How are you?”

“Not as good as you,” he laughs with a bright smile. A sincere smile, sharing in my happiness.

“Have you seen Bourbon this morning?”

“No.” His brow furrows. “You want me to help you look for him?”

“Nah,” I wave a dismissive hand. “He’s just out wandering, been cooped up a lot lately.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, he’ll turn up. He always does.” I tamp down my premature worry, it hasn’t been that long, and set my mind to something else.

“You missed a lot.” I pick up a shovel and start helping him, while filling him in on Merrick, Mr. Boles, and Keaton the jailbird. Especially the explanation of why he was out with Addison.

He whistles and takes in all the news with a few comments and chuckles here and there, but at a break in conversation, he seizes his chance to ask me about what I
didn’t
say.

“Sounds like Keaton really stepped up, took good care of you, just like he said he would. I’m glad that worked out, Henley. He loves you, dearly. You believe that now, don’t you?”

I feel myself blush. “Yes, I do, without a doubt. And I…I love him back. Even told him so, several times.”

“He’s a lucky man, and you are cherished. I couldn’t be happier for you. Now I can stop worrying about you. You’re in good hands, gonna be just fine. Better than fine actually.”

“What are you saying?” I drop my shovel, intent on focusing solely on the tone and expression adjoined to whatever he says next.

He rubs the back of his neck, taking too long to meet my eyes. “Henley, you ever heard the expression, ‘only room for one rooster in a henhouse?’”

“I don’t have a henhouse,” I blurt out, something ominous creeping up my spine.

He laughs. “
You
are the henhouse. And well, Keaton’s not only got you covered, but I don’t think he’ll take too well to another man hanging around now that ya’ll are on the right track.”

I shake my head fast and frantically. “No, you’re wrong. He knows I need your help and he has no problem with you. He’s got his own farm to take care of. Gatlin, I promise, it’s not an issue. Please, I do need you. That’s what you said right, tell you when you’re
needed
? Well I’m telling you. And I can pay you now too, what do I owe you?”