“I thought it brought out my feminine side.”
“Honey, I hate to tell you this, but you are one hundred percent masculine.”
Tearing off the apron he tossed it aside and knelt on the bed, teasing her entrance with his cock. Her body protested slightly before it yielded to his girth. He slid home, and they both moaned.
“See how well you fit me, Maci. We were made for this.” Her toes curled in her flats as they moved together in a well-rehearsed choreographed dance.
“Yes. Good, you feel so good.”
“That’s my pussy, isn’t it, Maci? I want to hear you say it.” Something in his tone drew her stare to his. The intensity in his eyes told her they’d passed the casual stage long ago. She knew it. But the time for ignoring it was over. Biting her lip she held her tongue, fighting against the urge to tell him what he wanted to hear. His eyes blazed, and his nostrils flared. He tilted her hips and pistoned into her like the oil drills he oversaw.
“Say it, Maci. Admit what we both know.”
“N-no.” Shaking her head from side to side she gripped the cotton sheets beneath her.
“Yes—you—can.” He accompanied every word with a hard thrust, slowing his pace to a crawl. His shallow surges forward increased her ache. Frustrated she moved upward only to be pinned by his calloused hands on her hips.
“Not until you tell me what I want to hear.” He growled. His eyes narrowed, and he continued his torture.
“W-what are you doing?”
“Giving us both what we need.”
He pushed deep. “God, Ty!”
“Say it, Maci. Look me in the eyes and admit this pussy is now mine." Bottoming out in careful, languid, movements his eyes made demands his mouth knew better than to put voice to. “Do you want me to take the first step? I’ll wave the white flag, darling. My dick is yours.”
“Damn you, Ty! Yes! Yes, this pussy is yours! Now fuck me!”
A beautiful smile broke across his face, and he pulled out, flipping her onto her belly. She scrambled onto her hands and knees, and he pierced her deeper than he’d ever gone before. His hands reached around to caress her clit. Closing her eyes she gave herself over, letting the chips fall where they may. Ty attracted her like a magnet. No amount of determination or stubbornness could keep them from coming together. He moved inside her body and her heart. Thawing the ice, gaining her trust and giving her himself freely. The good, the bad, the pain and the happiness. He was an open book she wanted to read for as long as she could. With her heart pounding in her chest and her head reeling she plummeted down the embankment of bliss. Shortly after he followed, filling her with his hot seed as he buried his face into her neck, muffling the whispered words he spoke against her skin.
“I should go check on the bread before it burns.” Pushing her hair off her face he kissed her sweetly. “Take your time. I know you worked a double today.”
“Why are you so sweet to me?”
A funny look skittered across his face before he smoothed it over.
“Because.” He traced the length of her nose with his finger and moved off the bed.
Her chest twinged as she watched him walk into the bathroom. The sound of running water reached her ears.
Jesus, I’m falling in love with him. Panic hit. Her stomach sank. They’d agreed to two weeks. How could she spring this on him? Would it be worth the risk? Questions swirled around in her mind like a tornado. She’d never wanted this, but now that it’d arrived in sexy, intelligent, packaging she wasn’t so keen to throw it out. Worrying her lower lip she moved from the bed. Clamping her thighs together she shuffled along, to keep the cum from rolling down. The thought of a piece of him remaining inside her filled her with happiness.
This well traveled man had chosen her for God knew what reason. Sure they had a lot in common, sci-fi movies, laid-back personalities, and a love for the outdoors, but she had nothing to offer him other than herself. Turning on the shower she stripped down wondering if it’d be selfish to ask for more.
****
Relief flooded Ty as they left for the club. For the first time tonight he’d seen something more than lust or liking in her eyes. He’d broken through her barrier, and begun to worm his way into more than her bed. She cast him sideways glances, and his chest swelled. All the work he’d put in had begun to pay off. He might be rugged, but he knew how to treat women, enjoyed it even. His father always told him the man’s job was to make sure his wife was happy to see him come home, and her job was to keep him wanting to. Life was just too damn short for anything else. He knew that firsthand. Holding his breath he reached out to take her hand in his. Her slender fingers fit as if tailor made, and for once she left them laced.
With his crew on down-time, The Horseshoe was packed. Cars filled the tiny parking lot, but he managed to snag a space in the back row. Parking, he untangled their fingers, and stepped down from the cab to job around and help Maci down. The surprise that flittered across her face every time made him want to punch in the face the sorry sacks who?
??d come before him. There were times like this when being older and wiser counted a hell of a lot more than youthful and cocky.
“Thank you.” She looked down. He got the distinct feeling she was blushing.
“You’re welcome, darling.” There was a newness to tonight that he hoped signaled a start under new terms. Walking inside they were greeted by his crew and their dates. They’d meet up a few times over the past week, and they all got along fairly well.
“We got a pool table in back. You game to play?” Brandon asked. He glanced down at Maci, who smiled.