WRECKER: A Bad Boy Cowboy Romance (A steamy billionaire romance story) (8 page)

Nothing sinful? Amazing. This coming from a cheap prostitute. How can a sane person even take her words seriously? But she was my mama, and I know she had been trying to support the family in the only way she could after dad left. I guess her ass was her only asset, and she sold it as many times as she could, to whatever takers came along so that we could occasionally have food in the cupboard and I could buy used running shoes for track. By the time she got addicted, which wasn’t long, she wasn’t exactly supporting us, anymore, just her habit. So for her to tell me not to do anything sinful with the money... well that was rich.

The only rich thing about her.

* * *

W
e pull
down a rocky drive just as the sun is taking on the golden hue that means that the day is coming to an end. The place I’m taking her is very special to me. It’s the place I used to come to when everything was overwhelming. I was there the day after Mama died and the boys in the school made fun of me. They were led by Dillon, which was Dilly’s grown-up name. I used to love calling him by his kid name, even though part of me empathized with the desire to become something different. But what I wanted him to become was Dill Pickle, Dill Doe, whatever was the most convenient insult at the time, because that was what he was.

I can feel my mouth twisting up a little, caught in the memory, and a moment later, Chastity’s hand is in mine. It pulls me back into the present. I don’t know how to describe the atmosphere in the car at this moment, but it is somehow...soft. Her hand is soft, it holds mine softly, in the soft light.

I want to pull over and take her in my arms, and softly brush her hair out of her eyes. What the hell, I will.

I stop the car and she looks at me for a moment in concern. “We’re stopping here?” she says.

“Just for a moment, Chastity,” I tell her, taking her hand in mine. It’s trembling.

She unbuckles her seat belt, and it slithers back around her, while I undo mine. I move close to her, and put a finger under her chin. We’re so close, we’re nearly kissing already, but I’m enjoying the feeling of the electricity that we had felt in our hands and now is moving to between our lips, playing between us in the softly closing distance. It’s part of the energy of the universe, and it tells me that I’m in the right place.

Staring at my mouth, she moves almost imperceptibly forward, toward me, and I can’t stay still anymore. Our lips meet, our tongues twine together, and my hand tangles in her dark hair. It’s magic, this feeling—it’s almost too strong. We kiss softly, then quick, and everything in between: hard, slow, gentle, hurried, lingering. We’re feeling every millisecond of our contact and we kiss until I nearly pass out from the sheer sensation of finally letting myself kiss those wicked lips.

We try to pull away, but a couple little pecks, quick, questioning, answering, softly end the moment, and we lean our foreheads together, nearly panting.

“Kanen,” she breathes.

“Yeah, Chastity,” I say. I almost feel like that seventeen-year-old boy I used to be again, full of excitement and lusty innocence. The boy who thought everything was possible.

“That was... amazing,” she says. She blushes. “I’ve never been kissed like that before.”

“You should be kissed like that every day, Chas,” I answer. “You should be kissed like that every hour. You deserve it. And you deserve much more than that.”

“Like what?” she says quietly, after a moment, her eyes darting to meet mine and then breaking away. How can she even question?

“You deserve to be made love to, and fucked, wildly, and passionately, over and over, until you’re begging for mercy, or begging for more,” I say.

“Kanen!” She giggles and hits me gently on the arm. “Shame on you,” she says but her eyes are shining, her lips pursed.

“Well, I always tell the truth, Chastity,” I say. “I can’t tell a lie about something as important as this. It just wouldn’t be right.”

She stares ahead for a moment. “I have to catch my breath,” she says, leaning back in her seat. “And then we have a picnic to go on.”

“We do. Buckle up,” I say, and we head down the road to a special, top-secret spot.

A
fter the kiss
, I’m not so sure about anything anymore. All I want is for Kanen to take me in his arms, lay me down on the grass, and... and... do that thing that makes babies. I look at the window, trying to catch my breath and let my blood settle. It feels like it’s burning through my veins, after that incredible, earth-stopping kiss.

He stops the car again and I look at him, wondering if he wants to kiss me again, but he reaches across me this time and opens my door.

“All right, Canada, here’s the spot,” he grins. “Come on out and see.”

He jumps out to the side of the truck and pulls a basket and an old but clean-looking blanket out of the truck bed, and beckons me down a little path that’s almost indiscernible from the road.

“Don’t worry, it’s safe,” he smiles, taking my hand. “Come on now, don’t be bashful,” he grins.

“I’m not!” I protest, knowing full well I can be shy as anything around someone so gorgeous and confident as he is. He’s just charming enough that I’m able to make conversation with him, but he’s the kind of guy I would hope would notice me, not the kind that usually does. And that still makes me nervous. He pushes the branches out of my way, until we get to a little clearing, and I realize that a small lake opens up in front of us, glowing in the warm, evening light. He spreads the blanket and we sit and look out, the sunset dancing purple and red on the calm water.

“You sure nobody’s going to kick us out of here?” I say. “It’s a gorgeous place. “It’s not public land, is it?”

“Nope, I know the owner,” he smiles. “He doesn’t mind me kicking around here from time to time. Nobody else ever really comes around here.”

“Wow. Cool. I love it,” I say, smiling at him. “Thanks for showing this to me. It’s beautiful.”

“I’m glad you think so,” he says, and softly kisses my cheek again. I’m almost overwhelmed with the desire to pull him closer, to pull him on top of me. To pull him out of his jeans and... Get a hold of yourself, Chastity, I tell myself.

“How did you find this place?” I ask, standing up and looking out at the water. I can feel his eyes roam over my body, over my rear end.

“I’ve been coming here almost ever since I could drive,” he says. “I needed a place to get away from all my hassles, and I stumbled across this lake, and have been returning ever since.”

“I can see why,” I say, turning around and sitting beside him. “It’s just beautiful. It’s breathtaking.” I can see that my words truly please him, but I’m not sure why they do so much. It must be a very important place for him.

“You hungry, Chastity?” he asks me, after a moment of staring out at the water.

“Well, yeah, I guess I am.” I wonder what he’s brought. Something tells me it might be just as incredible as this sunset view.

“I’m not sure exactly what it is, but he usually does a pretty good job at making some pretty tasty things.” The smile that flashes across his face is mischievous. “I’m not so great in the kitchen myself. I think my biggest achievement was learning how to boil water.” We giggle, and he opens the basket. There’s champagne, Dom Perignon. Two glass flutes. Some silverware, and heavy linen napkins. But when the food comes out, Kanen exclaims, “Steak and potato salad! All right.”

“Those are some fancy drinks to be having with potato salad,” I say, and he smiles as he pours me some.

“You ever had it? Dom Perignon?” The French sounds extra charming with his Texas drawl.

“Nope,” I say.

“You’re gonna love it. I don’t go out for too many expensive things, but this is something that tickled my fancy. It’s almost like drinking air. See what you think.”

I bring the glass up, and the little bubbles that spring from it tickle the insides of my nose. When I sip, the bubbles dance over my tongue in a delicious flash of flavor and sensation.

“What do you think?” Kanen asks, looking me in the eye. His face has softened a bit now, and I feel like he’s relaxing with me.

“It’s almost as good as that kiss you gave me,” I find the courage to say.

“Well I’m going to have to give that champagne some more competition.” He takes my glass and sets it down, and before long I’m in his arms, breathing him in, our lips finding each other quickly and we kiss. His mouth is soft, his tongue tantalizing me, and the taste of expensive champagne suffuses the kiss.

It amazes me how different the experience of being with Kanen is to being with Jeffrey. Not that I’m comparing them, because that would be crazy. How could I compare someone who I met when I was a teenager to someone who is a full-grown man? But there’s more than just the age difference. Kanen is a different kind of man—not just than my husband was—but he’s a different man altogether than
anyone
I’ve ever come across. The way he holds me tightly, protectively, his arms strong, no-nonsense, his kisses confident, aware, responsive. It’s a sensation I’ve never experienced, and one that I am afraid I was a little too overconfident about resisting.

As I feel my body respond more and more, I know I’m playing with fire. There’s absolutely no way I can get out of this; it just feels too good. How could I have known how amazing it would be to be with him? How can I blame myself for enjoying the best experience in my life, I wonder, as his tongue teases me, he nibbles on my neck, and his hand slides up my torso to cup my breast. I shiver as he runs his thumb over my nipple, and at the same time bites my lower lip gently.

Before I know it, we lie down, the champagne forgotten, and I feel his body pressing against mine. I’m almost scared to touch him, but too aroused not to. My hand slides down his back and presses his jean-clad buttock. He’s firm, supple, and strong, and I pull him against me, just like I’ve been fantasizing about ever since I first saw him. I can feel his hard length pressing against my thigh and I can’t deny it—he’s bigger than anyone I’ve ever come across, or more than that, bigger than anyone I’ve ever heard of. That’s another thing that scares me about Kanen. Can I accommodate a massive cock like his? It’s gotta be at least nine inches pressing against me. And it’s ready, and demanding.

But I have to admit that I really want to try to take him in. My body wants him, and it feels amazing. I’m lengthening and widening deliciously, and I can feel that I’m getting soaking wet.

“Chastity,” he murmurs into my neck. “You’re so goddamned sexy. You’re driving me crazy.”

“Oh, Kanen,” I reply, “Should we really be doing this?” I falter. “We barely even know each other.”

“I know everything I need to know about you,” he murmurs. “Just from looking in your eyes.”

“What? What can you tell from that?”

“I can tell that you’ve been hurt.” He says softly, and in a truthful way that hits me right in the heart. “I can tell that you’ve had what you love taken away from you. I don’t know how, or when, but I know about it. That’s what I mean. It’s in your eyes. Don’t worry,” he continues softly, his hand caressing my face. “It’s not obvious all the time. I just catch a flash every now and then. But long enough to recognize it. It’s unmistakable.”

I turn away, shocked. I don’t really know how he can tell these things. I keep those kinds of feelings locked inside, where I can’t even find them most of the time. So how does this man know?

“You’re just like me,” he says. “I see it in you because I know it in myself. I don’t know why but we’re peas in a pod, you and I. And that’s one part of what attracts me to you so much. You’re not just an empty shell, no matter how beautiful that shell might appear. It’s your soul that I see, Chastity,” he whispers. “That’s why it’s enough for me right now, to feel like I know you well, to make love to you.”

If I were standing, my knees would buckle, I’ve become so weak. I have no control over this. I was arrogant to think that I would be able to control him. No, Kanen is the one in control now. And I’m submitting. But is he just sweet-talking me? Is this the Southern way? Does it matter? It just feels so incredibly good to be held and loved and whispered to.

“Why are you doing this to me?” I murmur into the air, as his lips get closer and closer to the stiffening nub of my nipple. “You know, you could have any girl you want. They’re falling at your feet.”

“But it’s you that I want,” he says, looking me in the eyes. “Can’t you tell, baby?”

For sure I can tell. It’s obvious. His desire is pressing up against me, pushing against me, and unbidden, my hand slide across the denim to feel him. He’s hard as a rock. My hand hungrily examines the contours of his massive cock in these jeans, excited to be able to tell how strongly he wants me.

“Oh Chastity, don’t do that if you don’t mean it,” he says, a warning in his eyes.

“I’ve never meant anything more,” I breathe, and I know it’s true. “I never wanted anyone more.”

He kisses me, and I return the kiss, my hand sliding back over him, pulling him toward me as my legs open and he climbs on top. I can’t stop. I want him, and if I thought I could handle a one-night stand, I’m no longer so sure of myself. I’m not sure about anything anymore. I’m in danger now. But I also know that I can’t stop it even if I tried. It’s not just not being able to control him... I don’t have any control over myself anymore. My body moves with him, out of its own volition.

Being with Kanen is like a moving train. Powerful, unstoppable.

And as I wrap my legs around Kanen and grind against him, I decide to let whatever happens happen. At least for tonight.

“Chastity,” he murmurs into my ear. “You mind if I slide your jeans off?”

“Please do. I’d love it,” I say, and as he undoes the buckle and zipper, I wriggle out of them, my breasts jiggling under my top. He takes advantage of the moment, and slides a finger inside me while sucking on the rosy peak of my breast.

“You’re so soft and wet,” he murmurs, the breath against my nipple cold, making it even harder. “You’re so tight and perfect. Chastity, you have the best pussy. The best...”

I moan, past the point of forming words. If I thought the foot massage was good, this is transcendent, having his hand move inside me, feeling his fingers slickly press in and out, anticipating his sex stretching me as his fingers caress my g-spot.

His mouth trails down my stomach, until he gets to my sex, and as he presses his finger in and out, he sucks gently on my clit, sending shivers down my spine. His tongue is wet, soft, and tireless. I twine my hand into his hair as he licks and sucks me, and his hair is soft. Feeling him pleasure me is so good. He looks up at me, loving to see me enjoying every movement he’s making. For a moment I wonder if we’re safe, if nobody will come across this path and find us here, but I can’t worry about it for long, because it just feels so good. I get closer and closer until I can’t take it anymore. I just want him inside.

“Oh Kanen, please, fuck me,” I find myself begging. I’ve never said such a thing before, but I can’t help myself. I need to feel his cock inside me while he holds me tight, filling me over and over again.

“Lord, baby. With pleasure,” he smiles, and gets up on his knees to release his belt buckle. When he pulls his jeans down, his cock springs from its fabric confines, bouncing a little as he pulls down his boxer briefs. He pulls a Magnum out of his slack back pocket and quickly sheathes his shaft, and then he teases my clit softly with the tip of his cock, sliding it over my petals, and around my opening. I squirm and moan, and when he finally gives me the entire length in one slow push, I gasp with pleasure and even a tiny seasoning of pain that only heightens how amazing it feels.

“Oh Kanen,” I cry out. “Fuck, Kanen, it’s so good!” And it is. He’s stretching me like I’ve never been stretched, making me feel things I didn’t know were possible.

“You’re so beautiful, Chastity. I could fuck your sweet pussy all day and all night,” he moans into the flesh of my shoulder, and then punctuates his words with a little bite, which makes me squeal. I writhe beneath him, wanting him, needing him, squeezing him with my pussy, trying to hold on as long as I can to this bronco. My breathing is shaky. I haven’t had sex with anyone but Jeffrey, and it was nothing like this.

“You’re so fucking amazing,” I whisper, incredulous, as his length thrills me. He circles his hips around in a slow circle before pulling almost all the way out.

“You can take the whole thing,” he says. “It’s for you baby, every inch.” His cock slides into me again, stretching me, caressing me. Every thrust makes me get closer and closer to the peak, and I shiver as the tension builds inside me, and when I finally come, it’s blinding.

He watches me as I cry out, skillfully timing his thrusts so the orgasm lasts longer than I ever knew one could, and then ushers another one and another through my body as I pant and scream his name. I stare up at the darkening sky, watching the moon appearing, as he shifts expertly inside me. His body makes me crazy, the raven tattoo on his shoulder looking as mysterious and dangerous as he is.

“Chastity,” he says, “I’m going to come now...I’m going to come inside you.”

And he does, convulsing over me, as his orgasm sends me over the edge to my own, and I come once more, all over his cock as his seed pulses, in jet after jet of pure, liquid desire.