Standing His Ground: Greer (Porter Brothers Trilogy 2)

His smoky grey eyes grew smoldering as he pressed featherlight kisses on her breasts, tantalizing them without exerting any pressure. He teasingly sucked her other nipple into his mouth, biting down so hard she almost cried out. If Dustin hadn’t been sleeping in his room, she would have.

“That hurt.”

“That’s for biting me when I tried to take that axe from you. But I plan to make it all better.”

Greer moved to the side, flipping her onto her stomach then getting between her legs to pull her up to her knees. Holly shivered when his mouth went to her ear and one of his hands slid across her flat stomach.

“Woman, I’m giving you fair warning. I’m going to put a baby in you tonight.”

Holly had stopped taking her birth control the night before they got married. She ached to have his baby, to feel herself grow round and feel the baby kick. She didn’t dread the morning sickness that Rachel had suffered …

The stray thought extinguished her desire.

Before she could tell Greer they should wait, she felt his cock surging into her, reigniting the fire burning through her in a series of sparks that became consuming as he stretched her before she could adjust to the ferociousness of his thrusts.

“Oh … When you make up for lost time, you’re impressive,” she complimented him, trying not to scream out.

“It might take me some time to regain my strength, but when I do, I’m good as new,” he bragged.

“When you heal, you can’t—”

“No.”

Holly forced herself not to laugh in relief. Her husband hadn’t made love to her, because he was physically unable to, not because he hadn’t wanted to.

“That’s a bummer.” A small laugh escaped her.

“Woman, you haven’t seen anything yet.”

He sank his entire cock inside of her. Then he slowly started fucking her. In and out, he drove the sparks higher inside of her until she felt as if her soul was on fire.

“It’s too much …”

“It’s not enough,” he groaned, bringing his hand to her pussy and playing with her engorged clit, dipping into the hole he was pounding into and filling her even more.

“Too much …”

“You can take it.” Licking the skin behind her ear, he pressed another finger inside of her, becoming aware of the small grunts she was making. He brought his free hand to her mouth to stifle the sounds.

“We don’t need to let Dustin know what he’s missing.” He held her steady with the grip he had on her pussy.

Curling her fingers around the headboard to keep it from hitting the wall, she was afraid she would lose control and bite down on his hand. The way he was fucking her was like he wanted to brand her soul, leaving no doubt that everyone on earth and in heaven would know she belonged to him.

Pressing even deeper, she felt his cock jerk inside of her as he pulled his fingers out to massage her engorged clit into an ecstasy that tore through her. She was afraid she wouldn’t survive.

Just when she thought she would fly too far away, he caught her, bringing her down to stare up into his amused eyes.

“Impressed?”

Unable to talk, she ran her hands over her body to make sure she was still there. When she was certain she was, she dragged her fingers through his long hair.

“When I told you the merry-go-round was my favorite ride, I was wrong.”

Greer laughed. “You were?”

“Yes. It was a kiddie ride. I’ve moved on.”

“What to?”

“You.”

“Chick, chick! Here, chick!” Holly strewed the chicken feed over the coup, proud that the chickens were getting fatter. They had shrunk down to nothing when she had lived at Mrs. Langley’s. Thankfully, since she had been home, they had regained their weight and her hens had started laying their eggs again.

Wiping her hands on the side of her jeans, she let herself out of the coup, scratching Hunter’s head as they walked toward the door. She smiled at the empty space where the barn had stood. The only thing left was the metal roof that Greer planned to use for the new one he was going to build.

She should call and ask Jo if she would like the old tractor and Greer’s scrap metal. She was surprised Greer’s father even owned a tractor. From everything she had heard about him, he didn’t do anything but grow weed and make moonshine. She didn’t know about growing weed, but she knew enough that he didn’t need a tractor to make rows of it.

A sudden thought struck her. Placing her basket on the porch, she angrily strode toward the tractor. Walking around it, her hands went to her hips as she studied it, keeping a wide berth from the reeking truck.

She kicked the big tire. Holly didn’t think that was her husband’s hidey hole.

She found what she was searching for when she nearly decapitated herself lifting the cover of the motor.