Sarah's Surrender (Ranchers of Chatum County 2)

“Mmmm-hmmm.”

“How? How was I good?”

“You called me. Let me know you were going to be here. Makes a guy almost think he can trust you.”

“You can trust me,” she said softly.

He dropped to his knees in front of her and lifted one leg over his shoulder. Spreading her out with his fingers, he looked up at her. His eyes were dark tormented pools of glistening heat as he looked up at her. “I want to trust you. So bad. So bad it makes me ache.”

He looked back between her spread thighs and Sarah felt the rumbled groan that came from his chest. His tongue fell to her clit as he sank one long finger inside of her.

He licked her, rasping his tongue up and down on her repeatedly. His finger moved inside her, swirling around her vaginal walls, touching her deeply. She began panting louder, dragging in oxygen.

He lifted his head from her and she opened her eyes to find him watching her. “You’re so beautiful. So goddamn beautiful, Sarah. I want you so much.”

His words washed over her, and suddenly, she wanted him inside of her. “Come up here, please,” she begged softly.

He stood to his feet and began undoing his jeans in a rush of movement. Pushing them all the way down to his boots, he began to lift her up, getting ready to impale her.

She stopped him. “Get a condom.”

He gritted his teeth. “Sarah—”

“Please. Please, John, I want you inside me.”

John wanted so badly to sink inside of her without anything coming between them. So desperately. He wanted to feel her soft flesh close around him. But it wasn’t going to happen. Not this time.

He jerked a condom from his pocket and sheathed himself with it. It only took seconds and then he was lifting her up, propping her back against the wall as he brought her down over him.

The impact of their joining was electric. She moaned as he fastened his mouth over hers. He put his hands under her butt, and spread her wide, sinking into her all the way. He began pumping into her steadily.

She was so soft and wet and slippery. She was tight and hot and perfect.

God, she was perfect for him. He felt himself start slipping down the tunnel where his primal emotions took over and his brain disappeared. He couldn’t control what he said. “I want to fuck you naked.”

She jerked in his arms and he felt another rush of wet heat surround him. “You have to let me, baby. Soon. I want to fuck you over and over and over again. Without a condom. You’re never getting away from me. Never.”

Sarah began convulsing in his arms and he followed her over in an orgasm that rocked his world.

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The next morning, Sarah watched John as he slowly began to wake up. She’d already had a shower and made coffee. She gingerly sat on the bed beside him, trying to let him eke out as much sleep as possible. The sheet rode low on his hipbone, and she could plainly see his early morning erection greeting her even if he didn’t.

A tiny bit of devilment rose up within and she glanced over at the half empty box of condoms on the bedside table. She slipped out of her shorts and panties and carefully opened a small square package.

Slowly, so as not to awaken him completely, she carefully pulled back the sheet and slid her leg over him, getting into the position that she was beginning to crave like life itself. She held her breath and rolled the condom down his length.

She felt him jerk and figured he was all the way awake now. But he remained still and silent, and she slid down over him, accepting all of him, with only a small degree of adjustment. She sighed and closed her eyes in ecstasy from the feel of him, throbbing hot and deep within her.

Her hands landed on his chest, and she slid up, and then down again.

His hands flew to her hips and grasped her tightly, but he didn’t move so much as another muscle.

She took another stroke, and then another.

John silently gritted his teeth as he tried to let her maintain the control. This was obviously her show, and he wanted her to have what she wanted.

But it was difficult. She was soft and smooth, hot and sweet, and first thing in the morning, all he really wanted to do was turn her over until her stomach was pressing against the mattress and then come at her from behind and pump her so hard and fast—

His thoughts splintered as she leaned down and began whispering in his ear as she continued to stroke him.

“John. You’re so fine.” She lifted up. “You’re so hot.” She fell down again and he couldn’t contain a shudder. “I’ve never had anybody like you before.” She took another stroke. “Mmmm.” Her lips moved to his and grazed them before she lifted herself up and propped her hands against his chest and began riding him in earnest.

John opened his eyes and watched her. Her eyes were closed and she had an expression on her face he’d never seen before on another woman’s. Ever. She was so beautiful, and he couldn’t stop himself from reaching down and pressing a finger against her clit.

He felt another wave of heat come from her and she began riding him frantically, the sounds she was making like the sweetest, hottest music to his ears. “Mmmm.” Her mouth sealed in a line as concentration absorbed her features and she began keening loudly, loud enough to send him up in flames.

He grabbed her hips and began jerking her. Jerking her up and down until she screamed and her body stiffened. Her eyes flew open and she stared at him, shock and what looked like awe on her face.

He held her tightly and fell deep into her eyes as he joined her and went over the edge into sweet, sweet oblivion.

Chapter Eight

John came from the shower, drying his hair on a towel and stopped beside the bed. He reached down and smacked her on the ass, just hard enough to get her attention, hard enough to sting. She gasped, jumped and turned over, her pulse beating so rapidly against her beautiful, pale white throat that he could see it. She blinked and watched him with a wary expression. “Get up,” his voice was still sluggish from the night.

“Okay,” she said slowly with a question in her tone.

“Get dressed. We’re going to San Antonio.”

“Why?” she asked him softly.

“We’ve got an appointment with a doctor at a private clinic there. We need to get a move on.”

“I’m sorry?” She bristled and didn’t look sorry to him. “What for?” Her question came sharply.

“We’re getting tested.”

“Tested?”

“You don’t seem to trust me and while that’s commendable babe, it can’t go on forever.”

“Forever?” she asked.

“Semantics, sweetheart. We need to lose the condoms. Today. I’m not waiting anymore. Get dressed.”

“You can’t just—”

“Yeah, I can just. I did just. Don’t want to hear any shit about it. Let’s don’t make this into a fight or some such shit. Get dressed.”

John watched her and waited to see how this would play out. He needed it to go smoothly. He wanted it to go smoothly. Finally, she slid her legs off the bed and her feet hit the floor. She kept him in her sights while she opened her dresser drawer and removed some clothes. Holding the items in front of her while she crossed to the bathroom, she watched him the whole time.

Finally, she slipped inside, closed the door behind her, and John felt himself take a huge breath of what felt suspiciously like relief.

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