Whiskey Girl (12 page)

She grunted in response but made no move to
stop his wild invasion of her body, which he was utterly thankful for. Using
her hips for leverage, he went deep and then retreated, pressing her cheeks
wide so he could see how his shaft opened her up. The sight was lewd and hot as
fuck. He wished she could somehow see herself the same as he did.

She whimpered and clawed at the bedsheets.
Her knuckles were white, her toes curled in ecstasy. At least he hoped that was
what she was feeling because it sure the hell was what he felt. Holding back
the orgasm threatening to take hold nearly became too much. Doug could feel it
pulling at his balls, drawing them tight, almost painfully so, against the base
of his cock.

Reaching forward to bury his hand in the
curly, soft strands of her hair, he tugged Ausha’s head back until her neck
arched invitingly. From the position they were in, he couldn’t bite her and
mark her the way he longed to do, but for now, just seeing her, eyes closed,
mouth open as if to make another one of her sexy little sounds, was enough.

“I’m going to fuck you until you either
come again or you beg me to stop. Your choice, darlin’, but those are the only
choices for getting me out of this fine ass of yours.”

Doug liked the way she spread her knees
wider, thrusting back at him. Her acceptance of his need to control in the
bedroom only made the sex hotter. The woman was a firecracker and took as good
as she got and then demanded more. He had a need to see her thoroughly
exhausted, completely spent, his come leaking from every hole she had, and
planned to spend the rest of the night personally working on the task.

“Come on, baby. I can feel you tightening
around me. Show me how much you want my come in your ass.”

His words must have been what she needed to
get there. An orgasm ripped through her body, sucking his cock deep in a
viselike grip that was damn near painful it was so intense. A scream was torn
from Ausha’s throat then cut off nearly as fast as every muscle tightened. He
could feel the change beneath his hands, against the fronts of his thighs.

When her body finally stopped quaking, she
lifted her upper body off the bed, changing the direction of his thrusts. “Oh
God. I…can’t.”

Doug heard her panting little breaths, the
way her words caught, felt the rippling of her ass all around his cock and knew
she was close once again. She might not think she could, but he was positive.

With a hand in the center of her back Doug
pressed her upper body back down to the bed. He was so close, it hurt trying to
hold back. This time he would come with her, spill into her ass, marking her as
his in a way that felt animalistic.

After the next thrust, he pulled completely
out of her, spreading her cheeks as wide as they could possibly go before
powering back home. There was no more long and deep. Instead, he braced
himself, using her shoulders as leverage, then bucked forward, hard. The sounds
she made went from calm and erotic to that of prey being taken, dark and
intense, just like the woman herself.

“Oh fuck yeah, baby.” Doug was so damn
close he had trouble keeping his eyes open.

On the next downward stroke he felt her
fall apart around him, heard her muffled cries as she arched her back and
tensed. It was all Doug needed to join her. His movements became wild, almost
frantic. He couldn’t remember ever feeling so frenzied while with a woman.

He shouted his release, sinking deep,
filling her, marking her in only one of the ways intended. Leaning against the
bed, Doug locked his knees as his cock continued to pulse. Ausha sucked in a
breath with every movement he made, every twitch of his cock.

As carefully as possible, Doug pulled his
now flaccid length from her. She stayed as he’d commanded. Whether due to
exhaustion or his placement of her, he didn’t know. Didn’t much care either as
long as she continued.

Her body had taken him well. Red and
slightly swollen, she would be sore tomorrow, for sure. “Stay like that while I
turn on the shower.”

He ignored her grumbles and did as planned.
When he came back, he couldn’t help but stop at the door. She remained as asked,
ass resting on her heels, chest to the bed. Her face was turned to the side and
covered by her hair, making it impossible to see if her eyes were open or not.
His seed spilled from the once-again tight pucker of her ass, and that quick,
he was hard again.

Poor girl,
he
thought as he crossed the room and lifted her into his arms. It was going to be
a long night.

Chapter Ten

Ausha lay cocooned comfortably in her bed,
thinking about the night before. The shower had been wonderful even if a little
embarrassing. After all, if she was old enough to take it up the ass like a
pro, she was surely capable of washing herself.

Just the thought of what they’d done, what
she’d allowed Doug to do to her, made her body clench in all the right places.
Considering how tired and pleasantly sore she was, it was amazing anything was
responding at all.

When Doug moved, nestling up against her
back, Ausha held her breath. It was morning and she had no doubt he would want
to talk, something she wasn’t quite sure she was ready to do.

“Whatcha thinking about?”

He murmured the words against the nape of
her neck. The warmth of his breath caused her to shiver slightly.

“How do you know I’m not sleeping?”

He laughed, and then with one hand rolled
her until she was facing him. His cheek was smashed into the pillow, giving him
a boyish look. Even though his eyes were hooded and appeared tired, he was wide
awake and alert as always. Ausha wondered if he was ever truly relaxed and at
ease. Like her, she doubted it was a luxury he experienced often.

“Because you answered me, silly girl.” He
flicked the tip of her nose as if she were a child.

“You know what I mean,” she grumbled,
landing a mock punch to his chest.

His smile disappeared. “You’ve been tossing
and turning. I figured you would be awake soon enough.”

Ausha wanted to apologize for keeping him
awake but knew it wasn’t necessary to verbalize. Instead, she leaned forward
and kissed him tenderly on the lips. “Thanks.” Sometimes dreams made her
restless. If anyone understood, it was Doug.

“So what were you thinking about?”

The man never gave up. He also wouldn’t
take a nonsense answer, so Ausha decided to give it to him straight. “Thinking
about last night, about how comfortable I am with you sleeping beside me.”

“Good.” He grunted, the sound one of pure
male satisfaction. Ausha smiled.

The rest of what she was thinking could
very well end up causing an argument so she really dreaded saying it and
ruining what could be a great morning.

“And?” He quirked a brow, waiting.

“I know you’re going to want to talk.
You’re going to want to help.” Ausha rolled her eyes dramatically. “And you’re
going to bully me until it all happens.” She sighed then, rubbing a hand across
his chest and over the sensitive peak of a round, flat nipple in hopes of tempting
him. “I just wanted to spend a nice morning in bed.”

She watched as Doug levered himself up on
to one elbow, resting his head in the cradle of his hand. With the other, he
grasped her wrist, stopping her hand mid-stroke.

“Sounds like a great idea, darlin’.”

“It does?” Ausha began to get excited.

When Doug leaned over to kiss her, Ausha
met him halfway. He didn’t close his eyes the way her ex had. Instead, he gazed
deep, until their lips met, when she was forced to close her eyes and feel
every sensation his mouth offered.

“Sure,” he replied as soon as their lips
drifted apart. “But it’s not going to happen today.”

With that he rolled over and climbed from
the bed. Ausha flopped onto her stomach, grumbling about mean-ass men.

“Only when I have to be.” Ausha yelped and
nearly jumped out of her skin when he swatted the bare flesh of her ass. “Now
get out of bed and come give me a shower.”

Now that was something she could do and
thoroughly enjoy. Climbing from the bed, she was uneasy about looking around
her room, the changes Doug had made to it. Unless she wanted to walk to the
bathroom with her eyes closed, she wasn’t left much of a choice though.

Pictures she hadn’t seen last night covered
the walls. Some were of Lauren. Her little girl’s toothy grin stared back at
her as she passed the closet. Ausha waited to experience the devastating loss
of her daughter’s death all over again. She waited for it to hit, to bring her
to her knees, figuratively if not physically, but it didn’t happen.

Stopping dead in her tracks, Ausha stared
at the picture. She couldn’t remember under what circumstances it had been
taken. Had it been a happy day? It bothered her a little she couldn’t remember,
but otherwise, besides missing Lauren the way she was sure she always would,
all Ausha felt was happiness at once again seeing the smiling face of her
beautiful baby.

“How could I have put you away and
forgotten, baby girl?” There was a catch in her throat as she fought back
threatening tears. “Mama’s sorry.” She reached out a hand to touch the frame.
“You’ll always be a part of me, Lauren. I’ll never forget you.”

The feel of Doug’s hands were heavy on her
shoulders, squeezing, comforting. “You needed the time, darlin’. She knows and
understands.”

Turning to look up at him, she couldn’t
help but ask, “You really think so?”

Doug had a pensive look on his face. Head
tilted to the side as he looked first from her then to the picture of Lauren
and back to her again. He pulled her into the steel bands of his arms. She felt
the nod of his head before he spoke. “Yes, I do.” He moved her back then, far
enough away so he could look into her face but not so far he needed to release
her arms. “She also knows you’re ready to move ahead now, ready to be happy and
to once again have a life.”

“I hope so.” Her voice was barely above a
whisper as Doug led them into the bathroom.

Steam already filled the small space,
fogging the mirror and creating a room void of the troubles of the outside
world. For a little while it was a place where Ausha could pretend things were
all peaches and cream.

Doug followed her into the shower. Pressing
her back into the hot torrent of water, he proceeded to rub his hands all over
her body. It was a very different experience than last night’s shower. Their
purpose then was to get clean. This morning, however, it seemed he needed to
touch, to connect in a quiet and deeply intimate level.

Ausha had no doubt it would lead to sex of
some sort, but right now, this very second, the way he touched her felt amazing
in a way that went straight to her heart and had absolutely nothing to do with
fucking.

When he had her covered from neck to toes
in the thick, foamy lather of her body wash, he reached for the shampoo she
favored.

“Turn around and tip your head back.”

When she opened her mouth to speak, he held
a finger to her lips, his brows drawn together. He shook his head, a warning to
be quiet. “Just do it, darlin’.”

Ausha did, thankful for his tender
treatment. With her back to him, she groaned in delight as his fingers massaged
her scalp. “Oh that feels so good.”

His fingers rubbed against her scalp in
circles, causing some of the stress she’d been harboring to wash away with the
soap suds. Once her hair was rinsed clean, Ausha attempted to turn, to no
avail.

“Your turn now. I want to wash yours.”

Doug kissed her cheek as he began to
massage her shoulders. “Thanks for the gesture, darlin’, but I’m not done yet.”

At that very moment Ausha didn’t care if he
ever got done. As far as she was concerned, he could keep his hands on her until
doom’s day. His thumbs dug deep, attacking the knotted muscles, causing pain
but not so much that she wanted him to stop.

About the time Ausha thought she might slip
into a coma, he stopped. “Wash me, baby. I want to feel your hands all over my
body.”

Ausha grabbed her bottle of body wash then
chuckled as Doug wrinkled his nose. “I’m going to smell like a girl.” The
disgruntled tone of his voice only made her laugh louder. She didn’t think
there was anything on Earth that could make the man standing before her smell
like a girl.

Leaning forward, Ausha placed a hand over
the semi-rigid length of his erection. “I promise I won’t get you mixed up with
anyone female.”

His pupils dilated at her touch, his cock
growing more erect. “Minx.”

She felt a bit vixenish. It came as a shock
that she was thoroughly enjoying the freedom to laugh and have fun. It helped
that he wasn’t pressing her to talk about anything major for the moment.

After their shower, Doug began dressing,
already regretting their carefree morning would soon come to a crashing halt.
He enjoyed their shower and Ausha’s frustration when he wouldn’t let her do
more than wash him. Of course, the tease had frustrated him as well. His dick
still stood at full mast waiting for action that was not going to take place
until much later. It was his hope that getting her revved up and then making
her hold off would keep her mind busy until they were ready to leave.