Rough Country (Tannen Boys 3)

My heart is racing, my breath erratic as I paint pictures in my own mind of what I want with her.

Willow’s eyes get incrementally larger with my words until they look like saucers behind her glasses. She licks her lips and swallows thickly. “That, I want . . . that.”

Still not one hundred percent, because she’s leaving a slight margin for error, I ask for clarity. “You want what, sweetheart? Tell me, say the words.” I’m on the edge, praying for my sweet-mouthed girl to say something dirty just for me.

“I want . . . I want to go inside.”

I smile, encouraging her.

I can see her steeling her nerves, and with her eyes brazenly on mine, she boldly says, “I want your cock.”

Holy fuck. I wasn’t ready. As much as I wanted filth on her tongue, I wasn’t prepared for how it would shove me into the deep end.

“Shit, sweetheart. Let’s go.”

I’m out, around the hood, and opening her door in an instant.

In another, we’re over the threshold and heading up the stairs.

One more, and she’s in my bedroom. It’s bare-boned, all childhood remnants long gone. Later, I’ll wonder what she thinks about the worn dresser with a cracked mirror, the full-sized bed that I didn’t make, and the open closet with too many threadbare T-shirts, dirty boots, and ripped jeans. Right now, all I care about is getting her out of this swimsuit that might as well be the sexiest lingerie I’ve ever seen.

I sit down and pull her between my thighs. Wrapping my hands around her waist, I feel her satiny skin beneath my rough palms and nearly lose it.

“I want to go slow, but I’m on edge.” The confession is not a weakness I would usually show, but luckily, she doesn’t take it as such, instead seeming turned on by the immediacy of my desire.

She lays her arms over my shoulders, playing in the too-long hair at my nape. “We’ve got all night, right? We can do slow, then fast. And then slow again. Or vice versa? Fast, then slow?”

I look up from where my eyes are memorizing the small spattering of freckles over her right hip, and she winks at me like the minx she’s not. But maybe she will be, for me and only me.

I lay a sweet kiss to her hip, right over the freckles, claiming them. I nip at the curve of her waist, claiming it. I lick a line between her breasts as I cup them in my palms. Mine, all mine.

Willow reaches behind her back, undoing the tie, and the triangles fall loose from her body. Another tie at her neck has the material fluttering to my floor as she stands topless before me.

“So pretty,” I murmur, teasing over both nipples with my thumbs. They pearl up instantly, proudly standing at attention to beg for more caresses. Circling the rosy tips, I fill in my fantasies with the reality of Willow, the color, shape, and weight of her tits in my palms even better than I’d imagined.

“Thank you,” she whispers, her manners instinctual even at a moment like this.

Replacing my hands, I suck as much of her into my mouth as I can, using my tongue to flick at her nipple. She arches again, and I cup her back, forcing her higher, taking more of her. She cries out when I bite down a little on the tender bud.

Worried, I ask, “Too much?”

“No.” She shakes her head vehemently. “More. Faster. Now.”

Needy, greedy, eager girl . . . wanting me the way I want her.

I take her at her word and wrap my arms around her waist, picking her up to lay her on the bed. The sight of her blonde hair against my navy pillows is a sight I didn’t know would hit me so squarely in the center of my chest, but it looks so right. Especially when she’s writhing and smiling at me the way she is right now.

I straddle her right leg, my knees trapping her in place, and trace a slow line down her belly with a fingertip, all the way to the ties of her swimsuit bottom. I pull the suit from her, leaving her naked in my bed. Seeing her, my blood roars through my ears, my heart races in my chest, and any shred of control I had melts away in tatters.

I pin her arms over her head, holding her wrists to the bed with one hand so I can explore her pussy with my other. “You this wet for me, sweetheart?” I ask when I feel her slippery juices coating her outer lips.

She nods, her teeth digging into her bottom lip.

I shake my head, serious. “Nuh-uh, you can be loud with me. There’s no one to hear you but me, and all I ask for is honesty. Tell me, Willow.”