River Road (River's End Series, #4) (9 page)

She stared him in the eyes as her other hand joined her exploring one and she undid the silver belt buckle. She was efficient, especially considering she didn’t normally encounter such an obstacle. Then her fingers touched the bare skin at the snap of his jeans. Taut and rigid, his muscles pressed into her fingertips and she sighed with pleasure as she unsnapped his jeans and slowly peeled them back to reveal more of him. He wore tight underwear that cupped his now straining manhood. She nearly licked her lips.
Perfect.
Hot and proudly presented for her approval. Her stomach warmed as liquid heat filled her and made her nether region wet. She reached in and touched him, pulling him out of the underwear and exposing him to the air. He sucked in a breath. Shocked? She was pretty sure he was just by the look in his eyes. He was turned on, but confused and still didn’t trust her. He thought… what? She was messing with him? Would she back out? Oh, no. She definitely wanted this man and she wanted him now.

She ran her hands over the steely, warm length of him, shutting her eyes. Oh, he felt so perfect. Warm and big. She tugged on him and his hips jutted up towards her. With quick hands, she grabbed the condom from the back pocket of her purse and used her teeth to open it before dropping the wrapper to the ground. His gaze jutted up to hers in surprise when he heard the sound. She grinned and waggled her eyebrows. Always the prepared girl scout when it came to sex was she. There were no accidents or thoughtless risks in her sex life. Just fun. Lots and lots of fun.

She dropped down and put her mouth on him. She was sure that astounded him. He grunted in appreciation, however, and his hands, those big hands that she loved, landed on top of her head and started messing up the short strands. She loved sex hair. Her hairstyle almost looked better after sex than before. She licked him, sucked him, kissed him gently and swallowed him deeply. Cupping him, she moved her head up and down in a frantic rhythm, trying to give him maximum pleasure. The kind of pleasure she felt just by looking at him.

He finally surrendered to her and stopped resisting. His hips zeroed in on her mouth and his head fell back against the side of the barn with a soft thump. Groaning, his hands kept brushing, twisting, and even tugging on her hair. Satisfied that she’d given him the best blow job of his life, Kate let him come inside her mouth, with the condom on of course, before she promptly removed the results. She didn’t need that. After she finished, she slowly started to rise up again. Her knees were indented with the pattern of gravel on the ground beneath her. That was a first. In the heat of the moment, she hadn’t noticed. She’d probably have bruises tomorrow to show for it. But the thought merely cheered her up, and did not embarrass her. It meant she finally succeeded with AJ.

He straightened up and slid his hands off her to reach for his pants. She sighed. Oh, no way was AJ done. She wasn’t finished yet.

She glanced to the left, where the hay bales were stacked, and spotted one on the end that would suffice. She started kissing him before he could react. Nearly hungover from the orgasm he just had inside her mouth, he let her tongue touch his and she groaned in pleasure at the wet, hot heat. He didn’t respond at first, but his hands suddenly cupped the back of her head. She moaned into his mouth and stepped forward, making him back up until the hay bale hit his legs. She pushed him down to a sitting position. Startled, he turned around to see what he hit. Then his gaze came back to her. She smiled, taking the bottom of her shirt  and shucking it off. His gaze was fully riveted on her chest. She tugged her bra down and let him ogle her perky, round breasts. She had huge, brown nipples. He swallowed slowly and his nostrils flared as he kept staring.

She scooched her skirt up and straddled him. Gasping, he realized she had no underwear on. She took one breast and pushed it toward his mouth. “Suck it,” she demanded.

He did. His mouth latched onto her and she moaned, burying her fingers in the strands of his hair just as he did to her. She let her head fall back in ecstasy as his wet mouth found her nipple, and his teeth alternately nipped at the hard, jutting pebble of her breast. “Harder, AJ,” she mumbled. He nearly inhaled her nipple on command. She bounced on his lap and he grew harder under her until she nearly cheered in appreciation. “Oh, I like that. The other now.”

Replacing his mouth with one hand, he switched sides. She leaned her chest into him, her blood burning, no,
scalding
at his attention. She was almost dizzy from it. She couldn’t wait, she was so turned on. Her entire lower half was filled with blood and swelling in urgent need, desperate for release. She grabbed his hand and pulled it down between her legs. “I can’t wait. Touch me. Now. Hurry, AJ.”

He kept his face pressed against her breast as his hand quickly found her center. Sliding his fingers inside her as she groaned, her mouth parted and stayed open as ecstasy filled her entire body. Her orgasm was that quick and hot and fulfilling. The heat was so intense, it felt like it could shoot right out of her fingertips. It traveled to every corner, crevice, and nerve ending of her body. Her lips detached from his as her head bobbed back in pleasure too intense to even care what he was doing or what she looked like.

On and on it flared. She finally started to come off the burning high, and AJ stilled. Her eyes were closed. She sighed in total contentment. With a groan, she opened her eyes, blinking. There was a yard light outside the corner where they were half hidden. The light sifted between the slats of the wood, just enough for some illumination. Tipping her head forward, she smiled and leaned her lips towards his mouth, only this time, in a slow, easy kiss without any tongue. No slobber, no neediness. All the while, she was digging in her bunched-up skirt pocket for the other condom. Relieved when she grasped it, she pulled away from him and held it up. “Found it!”

He stared at her hands and again swallowed, but didn’t raise his eyes to hers. His hat had fallen between the wall and the hay bale. She deftly opened the condom wrapper and slipped it over him as he strained, hard and steel-like, toward her. Lifting up her hips, she slowly sank onto his shaft and closed her eyes, holding onto his broad shoulders for support as she took him in her wet, swollen body. She nearly hummed with pleasure. She grinned and leaned forward to kiss him in a languid effort.

Lifting up her hips, she dropped back down on him, only harder. His neck strained. He sucked in a sharp breath. She squeezed her walls around him and he suddenly reacted by flipping her over onto her back, and completely amazing her. The world spun and tumbled when she was lying on her back, hay straws poking into her bare skin as his mouth engulfed her breast. He was now between her legs, and fully in control. His hips pushed hard. She threw her leg up over his shoulder for better leverage and nearly screamed at the new position. He closed his eyes, finally losing himself in the act with her. At last, he was completely participating as he pushed hard inside her, making her back slide up on the prickly hay and abrading her skin. Slamming into her over and over again, like a wild piston on overdrive, he kept drilling into her, scraping the insides of her. She was astonished by his sudden participation and the fierceness of it. She closed her eyes, preparing for the wild, crazy, hot, hard ride that hammered inside her, on the threshold of pain, but making her burn with pleasure. 

She surrendered completely to the experience then, spreading her arms wide and gripping the edges of the hay bale while striving to capture and withstand the impact of the man pounding into her. She was breathless and groaning and moaning as the orgasms started to erupt like molten lava, simmering and spewing out of her core. Her blood was nearly boiling when it coated her body in hot sweat and fired up all her nerves, ending in pleasure. AJ, the big, hulking, strong, quiet, unreadable AJ, came into her body with a final, hard, back-breaking push. He had his eyes closed and his teeth clenched, and Kate would not have been surprised if he began to pound his chest like a caveman, since it was that kind of total orgasm.

She lay there, slowly releasing the hay bale from her tightly clenched fists. Blinking, she stared at the open rafters above her. There was an occasional hoot and the fluttering of birds or bats, from the higher beams. A contented silence filled her stunned, spent haze. She swallowed. Sex. Complete, uninhibited sex. No sweet tenderness, or worry of pleasuring each other or even knowing who the other was. It was all about nerve endings and touching and spit and manipulation and genitals. It was hot and furious and fabulous.

She dropped her leg from the heaving, sweating, man at her south end. He closed his eyes, his shoulders dropping in a kind of odd moment. What? Was he feeling defeat? She’d swear that’s what his body language told her.

His shirt was still on, and his jeans were all bunched up at his knees. He leaned over a few inches to grab them, and tugged them on while turning from her as he buttoned them and buckled his belt. He stayed too long turned from her. She shifted her legs, wondering if her spread-eagled sprawl was unlady-like. But her body had practically melted after her climax, and now she felt languid. She could not imagine feeling better than she did right then. She slowly drew her thighs closer together and lifted her hips to pull her skirt lower. Slipping her bra back over her breasts, she sighed as she stretched her long arms over her head.

“AJ?” He still hadn’t turned back towards her. She sat up, concerned. “Hey, AJ?”

He finally looked at her, but his expression was strange. Was it regret? She swore it must have been some kind of lament. She got to her knees and leaned towards him, touching his arm with just her fingertips. “You look traumatized. Didn’t you like that?”

His mouth puckered and he nodded his head in the positive, but then looked away.

She slid her legs to the ground and her pink boots made a soft
ping
! on contact. “I did. I don’t know why you’re acting so worried, but I liked that, every single minute of it.” She rose up to her full height with a genuine grin and began looking for her shirt. There it was. Wadded and wrinkled after landing in the dirt from being hurled against the wall of the barn.

“I never knew a woman to…”

She glanced up at him as she shrugged into the tank top. “Enjoy sex? What? Who do you usually sleep with? Virgins?”

“…come on so strong.”

She wiped off the dirt. “Oh, AJ, honey, that wasn’t strong.” She laughed at his stricken expression. “Strong would have been if I tried it on the first day, like I fantasized doing.”

He kept his gaze away from her. She sighed again. She wasn’t sure how to deal with his shyness. Was he regretting that? Who could regret the physical release and pleasure they both just received… and not once, but twice? No one would regret that. How could he?

She turned and quickly dispatched the used condoms and wrappers by crushing them in a tissue she pulled out from her purse, which had fallen to the ground just outside the truck. He cleared his throat and shifted his toe forward, tracing circles in the dirt with the tip of his boot. Why all the hesitancy? “Is there something wrong with you having sex with me?”

Her hands rested on her waist, elbows out, her mouth turned down in frustration. Who reacted that way after sex? Regret? Why? Because she didn’t simper and preen like it was all shocking and boring? Didn’t he like knowing how much she wanted it? She reveled in it and enjoyed coming just as much as he so vigorously did.

“Don’t you have a boyfriend?”

“Boyfriend?”

“The guy that was here three mornings ago?”

Her mouth dropped open. He was worried she was cheating? And it obviously bothered him. She let out a snort. “Greg? He’s not my boyfriend. Too clingy, needy, and whiny. God, I have bigger balls than he does. I don’t cheat, if that’s what your panties are all in a bunch about. Rest assured, I am an adult, swinging single and I can sleep with whomever I choose.”

His mouth puckered again and he chewed on his lower hip, his expression still perplexed. She shrugged. “I don’t know what your problem is here, AJ, but we are two consenting adults and that was a great lay. What’s the problem?”

“I just don’t do that.”

“You don’t do what? Usually have great, hot, incredible sex?”

“Sleep with someone I don’t even know.”

She tilted her head. That was not something she expected from the man’s lips. She stepped back, realizing in an instant she made all kinds of unproven assumptions about him, since he was a rather hot and well-built ranch hand. She assumed he was callous, careless, and had sex pretty easily and whenever available, just as AJ seemed quite shocked that sex didn’t mean more to her. Emotionally speaking, that is. She cocked her head. She was acting like the typical guy and he was playing the guilt-ridden, hurt, typical girl role. Interesting… They both had unspoken expectations and were almost offended that the other wasn’t living up to them.

She shut her eyes, nearly in a panic then. “Did I force you? I mean, did I press too hard? You didn’t really want to do that?”

He shook his head. “No. I don’t mean that. I did participate. I don’t think I was thinking about wanting to do it. I never intended to do it with you, but once it started… I mean, you were a shock…”

She sighed and walked over to sit dejectedly on the hay bale they’d just made love on. “Oh, crap. Look, AJ, I’m thirty-five years old. I have a healthy, active sex life. It isn’t something that embarrasses me. I feed my desires. I thought you’d simply push me away if you didn’t want to. You are certainly strong enough.”