Texas Fandango: Texas Montgomery Mavericks, Book 3 (7 page)

Inside her, the pressure was building. Unable to keep her eyes open, she dropped her head back and lowered the lids.

“No,” he growled. “Don’t shut your eyes.”

“Can’t help it,” she answered with a whimper. “I’m… I can’t hold on much longer.”

He pulled his fingers from her before she went over.

“What?” she cried. “Why did you stop?”

His smile wasn’t kind or soft or like any she’d ever seen on him. His expression was intense, bold and extremely sexy.

“Because I’m not ready for you to come. They’re always better when you’ve had to wait.”

She thought about all the years she’d waited to be with him. If his theory about waiting and the intensity of the orgasm was correct, she might blow a hole in the pool.

“Come here,” he said, tugging her toward the steps. “Climb up and sit on the edge.”

By now, she was more than hot and bothered. She was vibrating, dying to relieve the pressure inside. And she would probably have done anything he asked to get her relief.

She climbed out and sat on the pool border as he requested with her back toward the beach. Her legs dangled in the water. Nervous energy rippled through her. She swished her feet around in small circles in the water, but the movement did nothing to calm the storm brewing inside.

The early evening sun was fading fast, but there remained enough heat that a chill wasn’t an issue.

He swam to where she waited. He stilled her movements by circling her ankles with his fingers and pulling her legs wider. After moving between her thighs, he smoothed his hands up her calves to her knees.

“Come closer.”

She scooted her bottom toward him.

“More. Closer. Put your ass right here,” he said, slapping the pool’s lip.

She rocked her butt from side-to-side, walking herself forward until her bottom barely cleared the pool rim.

After running his hands back up her thighs to her sex, he leaned in and laved along the seam. “You want to watch?”

Her mouth and throat were a dust bowl. Her voice was gone so she just nodded.

The top of his blond head between her tanned thighs had her sex juices flowing and her toes flexing. She’d had oral sex performed on her before but she’d never watched. She’d never thought about watching, but seeing his head move and dip with each swipe of his tongue was so erotic and unbelievably arousing that she had to bite her lip to keep from gasping aloud at the pleasure.

She couldn’t take her gaze off him as he wiggled his hands under her ass, lifted and pulled her to his mouth. He darted his thick tongue out and licked her cleft. The rasp of his tongue on her made her gasp. She grabbed the rim of the pool, her fingers clutching until the knuckles were white. The sensations of him whirling and dipping and licking overwhelmed her to the point she had to close her eyes.

Her insides were the molten lava of a volcano. Hot. Roiling. Ready to erupt.

She loved his touch, his tongue, but damn, she wanted to see him, watch him take her like this, so she forced her eyes back open in time to feel his lips close over the clitoris and suck. That did it. The muscles in her abdomen quaked and spasmed. She bit her bottom lip to keep from groaning too loudly. Shutting her eyes, she fought the oncoming orgasm. She wanted to keep him there, between her legs, using his mouth to suck every drop of moisture from her. But delaying her climax was impossible. His tongue and teeth were too talented. His suction too powerful. Her legs straightened, her knees locked. She came with a hoarse cry and body shakes from head to toe.

She looked down at him, saw the self-satisfied expression on his face. “Well,” she said, beginning to pull her legs from the water, “I’m ready for dinner. How ’bout you?”

Before she could get her feet clear of the water, he grabbed her hips and lifted her back into the pool. He jerked her against him. She squeaked and struggled to get away, her laughter loud. Okay, she wasn’t trying
that
hard to get away.

He nibbled behind her ear, sending a platoon of marching shivers through her system. “Uh-uh,” he said in a husky whisper in her ear. “I’m not done with you yet.”

He turned her until her back was crushed to his front. His rock-hard cock pushed between the cheeks of her ass. He slid it up and down the crack. He reached around to her front and slipped a hand between her legs. The muscles in her neck gave out and she let her head drop on her shoulder. She spread her thighs farther apart, giving him access to her core. He pushed a finger between her vulva lips and into her vagina. She shuddered and slid her feet farther apart, widening her stance for him.

He bit the thick tendon in her neck and then ran his tongue from behind her ear, down that tendon to her shoulder. He slid his finger deeper. She cocked her ass and rocked her hips in time to the movement of his finger. A second finger joined the first and he shoved them deep inside.

She moaned, unable to keep the desperation out of her tone. She needed to be fucked…long and hard. She fought to find her voice, to verbalize her needs.

When a third finger probed her vagina, she took a shuddered breath. “Fuck me,” she gasped out. “I don’t want to wait any longer.”

His hand stilled. She felt his lips on her neck as they curved into a smile. Damn him. He knew what he was doing to her.

“I did agree to your terms, didn’t I? You bring a condom to the pool?”

She pounded her head against his shoulder. “No.”

“Where are those two cases you packed?”

She chuckled. “I might have exaggerated the exact count.”

He separated from her. “I’ll meet you in the whirlpool,” he said, indicating the smaller pool of water to their left.

Water swirled around her as he walked passed and headed up the stairs. She stayed put, letting her eyes feast on his tight butt and wide, muscular shoulders. Honestly, she had to lick her lips for all the saliva she was producing just looking at him. But she did have to smile at how lily-white his ass was compared to the deep tan on those yummy legs and strong back.

And his feet. They were so big and cute.

Cute? She had to be totally insane if she was assessing his feet.

Bending her knees, she dunked underwater, hoping the wetness would cool her off…her body, her face and her libido. Damn. Her sex drive was taking over every thought in her head.

“You still in the pool?” Drake called from the bedroom.

“Moving.”

She hurried through the water, which was very much as she imagined walking through quicksand would be. Before she climbed out, she arched her neck to see if anyone from the beach was looking their way. Nope. Nobody looked their way or cared what was happening on their patio.

The scratchy non-skid strips on the steps scuffed the bottoms on her feet as she climbed out. The sun had baked the stones comprising the patio floor to about a million degrees. She hot-footed it to the whirlpool and looked for the on button. After locating and pushing it with her big toe, she slipped into the swirling water. She’d expected the water to be hot. It wasn’t, but it wasn’t cold either. Like the pool, the sun had heated the water to a tepid temperature that felt perfect.

“Hot? The website said there was a heater if we wanted one. Otherwise, the water would be cool, or at whatever temperature the sun heated it to.”

“Actually the water’s perfect.” She moved in front of one of the jets and let it pound on her lower back. He dropped a strip of four condoms on the tile beside the whirlpool. She looked at the strip and back at him and lifted an eyebrow. “Found a seventeen-year-old to join us?”

He climbed into the whirlpool, the smile on his face hot enough to melt wax…or her legs. Right now, it was her legs. They were sliding apart of their own volition. A true mind of their own, not that she disagreed with the action.

“I seem to have found my teenage self,” he said, grabbing her legs and jerking her toward him. “Got something I want to try.”

“Just one something?” she said, glancing up at him through her lashes. “I have many somethings I want to try on this vacation.”

He grinned. “This is going to be an interesting couple of weeks.”

“I sure hope so.”

Chapter Six

“Turn around.”

She drew her brows down into a frown but turned her back to him as requested. The whirlpool’s water swirled between her legs, stroking her inflamed flesh like a lover’s kiss. It wrapped itself around her breasts, bumping them, bouncing them in the current. When he pressed his front against her back, his cock trapped between them, the shiver that coursed through her jolted them both.

“Walk forward,” he said into her ear before rimming the edge with his talented tongue.

Sexual energy sizzled through her veins. She walked forward toward a hard, pounding jet, wondering if they both had the same idea.

“Spread your legs.”

She did.

“Wider.”

She complied.

“Wider,” he ordered, this time a harsh demand and not a request.

Her feet were spread well past the width of her shoulders. The whirling water moved in and around her sex, tickling and teasing her with laps and taps on her swollen flesh. Dear Lord. She wasn’t sure how much she could take, but she was more than willing to find out.

“Stay there,” he ordered in a deep voice. “Don’t move.”

He stepped back and she immediately missed the feel of his bristly chest hair on her back. She heard the rip of foil behind her and then he crushed himself against her. He slipped a hand over her hip and between her legs. He pushed two fingers between her vulva lips and splayed them, laying her sensitive nub vulnerable to the pounding of the jet.

She jerked as the first sharp stream of water hit her. She moaned when it was followed by a second blast.

“Good,” he breathed into her ear. “Good girl. Arch your ass up. Higher, babe. Higher.”

She was on her tiptoes, her leg muscles tense with the strain. From behind, the head of his thick cock pushed at the entrance to her sex. She moved her hips backwards until the tip slid barely inside. He dug his fingers brusquely into her hip flesh, holding her bottom arched and immobile as he abruptly thrust deep. She gasped, her eyes rolling back in her head. He was huge and hard and filled her totally.

He pulled back slowly and adjusted her hips until the pulsing water again beat relentlessly on her clit. She cried out. The tension inside was painful but not. He again slammed into her, the action making the water wave around them.

“I’m dying here,” she said between quivers.

He began thrusting at a rapid rate, repositioning her as necessary to provide maximum contact of the rapidly firing water bursts with her nub. Her legs shook and threatened to fail. Her toes were cramping. She bent her knees and then straightened.

“I don’t think I can stand it much longer,” she said, grunting and panting with each hard ram of his cock inside her. “My legs are going to collapse.”

Wrapping a muscular arm around her waist, he held her steady as he continued his assault from behind while the pounding jets continued their attack from the front.

Then an electrical wave jolted her. She cried out as the charge from her orgasm tore through her.

Drake slammed inside a couple of times more then he groaned, his forehead on her shoulder. His breaths came in rapid pants…hot and moist across her neck.

“Damn,” he muttered.

KC lowered the soles of her feet to the bottom of the whirlpool and turned the side of her hip toward the jets. She was done for now. Totally spent. A ragged gasp slipped from her lips.

“You okay?” he asked, genuine concern in his voice.

“If being fucked senseless is okay, then I’m doing fine.”

He chuckled, making his chest muscles slide up and down her back. He gave her a quick, hard kiss before he pulled away.

As he made his way out of the water, KC called after him. “Dinner. ASAP.”

She gave in to her weak legs and sat on one of the ledges inside the whirlpool. The rim of the pool supported her head when she let it drop back. Well, that was certainly a surprise. Surely to goodness, Olivia must know her ex-husband could screw like that, but wow. She’d never given KC any indication of Drake’s sexual prowess. With KC’s major crush on him back when he was married to her cousin, it was probably just as well she’d had no idea.

Fernando arrived with dinner within the hour, which was all the time KC needed to freshen up—again—and put on some clothes. Their butler had had his peep show for the week, unless Drake wanted to swing his junk around. Apparently not, as he was dressed in khaki shorts and a T-shirt when she came out of the bathroom.

Night had fallen by the time they’d eaten the shrimp Creole and salads. Drake had opened a bottle of wine with dinner. He finished off the bottle by pouring some in her glass then his.

He lifted his glass. “To a vacation to remember.”

She smiled, clinked her goblet to his and drank. “So—” she licked the residual wine from her top lip, “—what’s on our agenda for tomorrow?”

“Whatever you want, babe, whatever you want.”