Masterpiece (11 page)

Fuck it. This painting’s done.

I put the paintbrush down. Before I ditch the remote control, I press the button once more as I walk towards the bed.

She starts gasping and writhing again, bucking her hips gently into the vibrations. “Oh, Max,” she coos. “I want you so much. I need you.”

“I need you too, baby.” It’s true. If I don’t have her now,
I might die of deprivation.

Damn, she’s gorgeous, with all that dark hair with its tints of gold and red cascading across the pillows, and her spangly green eyes. I crawl over her and slide the vibrator free,
turning it off and
tossing it aside. I kiss her pussy, and lick her clit.
I eat her slowly, everywhere,
avoiding the rhythm that will make her come. Just licking and tasting all that nectar and getting her dripping wet.
Then I climb up and lie on top of her, holding my weight with my arms so I don’t crush her. “I know you’ve never done this before and I want to let you know I won’t hurt you. Sometimes it hurts the first time but I can dull the pain with pleasure. We can take it as slow as you like.
Whatever you want. All right, baby
girl?”

She smiles at me and weaves her fingers through my hair. “All right,” she says softly.
She kisses my lips and I let her, savoring the tiny nips of her crazy-juicy lips. “
I want to see you,” she says, unbuttoning my shirt. “All of you.”

So I let her help me strip off my shirt. I
climb off of her so I can
pull off my boots and – thank fuck – my jeans. My enraged cock bursts free like a goddamn maniac.

Elle’s eyes go wide.

My cock is ten and a half inches on a good day … and this is possibly the best day I’ve ever had. If I had a measuring stick around, I’d wager it’d just about hit eleven. It looks fucking ready to burst, and it is. I almost wish I could get myself off
before I take her cherry. I have a feeling I won’t last too long, but I hardly even care. I’ll take care of her: that’s
all
I care about.

“Max.
Jesus.
Will it even
fit –”

“Of course it will, darlin’
.
I’ll get you so soft and ready, it’ll only feel good. You ready for me, baby? You ready to feel me?”

She coos a tentative agreement, but I know how to get rid of her hesitations. The sight of my raging erection is intimidating her, but as soon as she starts to feel me, hesitations will be the last thing on her mind.
I crouch over her, spreading her legs wide. I touch the dripping head of my cock to her exposed little clit, rubbing the slick liquid all over her. More pre-cum spills and I coat her with my juice, swirling and opening her pussy lips until I can see her tight little opening. I press my cock against her clit with circling pressure, until she starts to moan.

“You like that, darlin’? You like my big cock spilling my seed all over your sweet pussy? You want more? I’m going to take you now, baby girl. As soon as you start to come, I’m gonna slide my big cock all the way inside.”
I’ve never done this without a condom but this time I don’t fucking care. I
want
to impregnate Elle Parker. I’ve never wanted anything more in my life than to spill my hot seed into all this wet, tight, quivering perfection.

“
Yes
,” she breathes. “Make me come, Max. Make me come.”

Her fingernails are scratching at my back and everything about her feels so fucking good I know I won’t be able to hold it unless I focus purely on her pleasure. I let my cock ease between the slippery, parted lips of her pussy, so just the head’s inside her. She’s so fucking tight the head of my cock is being squeezed hard as I withdraw, then I push deeper to
take a little more. As I do this, I use my fingers to play her clit. I work it gently, pulling and squeezing, kneading the tiny nub until her pussy starts to tighten even more.
As I play her clit, with my other hand, I press my thumb into the cove of her ass, slick from my tongue, rubbing gently, pressing softly.

She cries out as her orgasm
explodes. Her slick channel clenches so tightly around me it’s almost painful but I push deeper. With each wave of pleasure I drive
harder, letting her inner muscles pull me deeper with each ripple. I feel the barrier of her virginity and
fuck, she’s tight and so fucking wet
so I plunge all the way to the hilt in one driving thrust.
She exhales a small gasp but it’s not pained, just shocked. Overwhelmed by the gargantuan, throbbing in
vasion. So I slide in and out. I can see her virgin blood on my cock and I almost come at the sight of it.
She’s so fucking
beautiful
.
I thrust again, pressing deep into all her
pleasure zones. All the way to her womb. I like the thought of my cum flooding into her like this, with no barriers between us.

I’m addicted.

My cock is so tightly rooted inside her it feels like heaven. Like a silky, wet, snug nirvana.
I want to live like this. Inside my girl. I want to wake up every morning to
this
, to her.
I want to eat her pussy for breakfast and feast on her nipples every night. I want to look into those green eyes and tell her all my hopes and dreams.

I want to give her everything she wants and follow her wherever she goes.

I kiss her and grip her with my hands to pull her closer and to slide as deep as I can.
Her knees are fully bent and I push them higher, so she’s fully open for me.
I use my raging cock to rub against her g-spot, delving and thrusting hard.

“Oh,” she breathes. “
Oh my god, Max.
Oh, Max.
”

She’s coming again and there’s no way I can hold back now.

Her pussy clamps so tightly –
fuck
– milking my cock in squeezing tugs. My hot, pulsing jets of cum flood deep into her pussy.

Yes.

I’m inside her, filling her with my seed. Claiming her.

Keeping her.

She’s mine.

Chapter Twelve

I wake up and wonder for a few seconds where I am. And why I feel so warm and content.

I’m in a log cabin and the big sky outside is pink and purple with the sunrise.

I realize I’m wrapped in the bear hug of a very large rodeo hero whose huge, hot manhood is very insistently
wedged between my legs. He’s spooning me and his cock is pressed snug
ly
against my pussy. It’s so big I can feel the moisture of him wetting my stomach.

I could get used to this.

I’m no longer a virgin. Not even close.

We didn’t even use a condom.

We didn’t use
anything
.

And he came inside me several times.

This should worry me, yes. But, strangely,
it doesn’t. I want to keep him. I want to have Max Cash’s babies. I want us to live happily ever after.

Most of all, I want to do it again.

“Baby girl?” he says against my hair, his voice husked from sleep.

“Yeah?”

“You okay?”

“Yeah. I’m more than okay.”

He brushes a strand of hair back from my neck and kisses my skin.
“Don’t say anything when I tell you what I’m about to tell you, okay?”

“Okay.”

He’s quiet for a second and I’m curious now.

“What did you want to tell me?”

“This might sound strange. But what just happened
last night was without a doubt the highlight of my entire life. Everything about you is so sweet. You’re exactly what I want.”

I turn my head to kiss him. The touch of his tongue to my lips
kick-starts
my lust all over again. I feel insatiab
le for everything about him. I finger his big cock, swirling the wetness over the head, lightly caressing him with tender strokes.
It’s so
freaking
big
, its textures so wildly fascinating. Hard yet soft to the touch, like silk. Able to induce the most intense, life-changing pleasure I’ve ever known
.
Masterpiece
, is the word that comes to mind.
Like everything about Max Cash.

The real man makes the dream man pale in comparison.

He rolls me onto my stomach and lifts my hips, spreading my knees.

Oh, god.
His mouth is there, feasting, biting, licking.
He obliterated any shreds
of modesty I might have once possessed several times last night. So
I arch back, spreading my legs wider to offer him everything. “You’re a dirty boy, Cash,” I say when his tongue probes deep, but I love how hungry he is.
How greedy.

“You like me dirty,” he says, and he crawls over me, mounting me. He gently pushes my shoulders down to the bed so my hips are raised and I’m fully open to him. I can feel his cock sliding into me from behind. I’m sore but so wet he slides deeper. With his
wet thumbs, he glides a gentle press across the tight cove of my ass, one then the other. His big cock is fully inside me now and his forceful thrusts work in time to the play of his thumbs.
I try to hold back, to make it last, but I can’t. It’s too good. His body is too
potent and persuasive. I come,
and I love that my pleasure always seems to trigger his own. He can’t stop himself either.
This connection is too
intense and too beautiful. This
pleasure is all-encompassing.

Our climax goes on and on. We ride it until the last ripples
ease.

Max pulls out and I can feel a gush of wetness spill from my pussy as he does.

He lays me down on my side and lies next to me, facing me. “I guess we might be in this for the long haul,” he says, his deep blue eyes bright this morning.

“I guess so.”

“I love everything about you, Elle Parker,” he says.

“I love everything about you, Max Cash,” I tell him.
Shit, we’ve jumped straight into the deep end with this one, and it feels so perfect my heart aches.

“Well, that’s good. I was wondering if I was going to get another argument.”

“Only if it involves the rodeo,” I say. “I hope you don’t ride any more bulls.”

“I already decided I’m going to retire from all that. I’ve got other things to do now.”

“Like what?” I can’t help smiling a little.

“Like making love to you every day. And painting you. And coming to New York with you to make sure my paintings are set up just right.”

I kiss him.
I rub up against him and wrap my arms around him. Then I kiss him again. “You will?”

“Of course I will. I can’t have my baby girl out there all alone. Not anymore. I’m never letting you out of my sight.”

I kiss him again and he kisses me back. He pulls me on top of him. His cock is already hard again, seeking my pussy’s wet heat. The soreness only spikes the pleasure as I sit up, sliding onto him, until I’m fully impaled.

“This type of ride might be allowable,” he says.

“I think I can beat your record of eight point zero two five seconds,” I tell him.

“Let me see you try.”

Epilogue

Four months later

Max painted twenty-one
paintings of me. His style makes it hard to identify that I’m the woman in the paintings, but I wouldn’t mind either way. Even though the paintings are risqué, everyone agrees they are some of the most important, innovative paintings of the decade. He kept his favorite one – the first one – but all the others sold for a minimum of three hundred thousand dollars each. I take a small piece of credit: my marketing tactics were exceptionally effective. Not that it’s hard to market a rugged rodeo hero from Montana. The New Yorkers have been all over his paintings like bees to honey.

Max bought us a two-bedroom loft apartment in Soho, on the top floor of a building two blocks from my new gallery. Astrid jumped ship and came to work for me, and she’s fabulous. Powers got over it by hiring another blond assistant
curator.

I can trust Astrid
to manage the business when we take our frequent trips to Montana. Max likes to get his dose of fresh air every few weeks, as he puts it. And it gives him time to paint, as we plan another exhibition for the spring
, after Fleur’s.

We needed a two-bedroom apartment, since I found out as soon as we got back to New York that there was a baby on the way. Max had already asked me to marry him. That same morning I annihilated his rodeo record.
We decided not to wait, even though his brothers were a little shocked to hear the news, considering they’d never even met me, except
for
Travis.
They got used to the idea pretty quick, though. Once they watched us together for a while, they said it was obvious. Max had never had a serious girlfriend before, Beau told me, and he’d never seen his brother so relaxed and happy. I think part of their relief, too, is that Max won’t have to ride bulls anymore. He doesn’t need to.