How West Was Won (Haven, Texas 7)

“Baby, my nipples don’t get that dirty,” he told her. She glanced up at him and saw his eyes dancing with amusement. It was growing darker now, and she wanted to caress him while she could still see him. So she washed his shoulders, arms, down his abs until she reached his cock. She was unsure about how to wash a cock, exactly. He reached down and took the soap from her hand.

“I’ll take it from here. You lie back there.” He nodded at the opposite end of the tub as he made quick work of washing the rest of his body. He then knelt and washed her legs, working his way up to her pussy. The soap was lost as he cupped her mound and pressed a finger deep into her passage.

She groaned and threw her head back.

“My baby needs me.”

His baby didn’t ever not need him, it seemed.

“Yes,” she groaned as he thrust his finger in and out of her tight passage. She slid down slightly and nearly submerged in the water. Okay, that wasn’t good. She wanted to come but she didn’t want to drown while she did. Although, what a way to go.

But West must have decided it was time to move things to a different location. He climbed out of the tub and quickly dried himself off, wrapping the towel around his waist once more. Then he grabbed hold of her, lifting her carefully out and setting her briefly on the ground as he dried her off. He wrapped the towel around her and picked her up, carrying her inside.

“I can walk. It’s not my legs that are injured.”

“I like carrying you,” he replied. “I like having you in my arms. Having you close.” He kicked the backdoor shut and carried her to the bed. He set her down on the floor and stripped off her towel then his.

His eyes studied her. Claimed her. Hungered for her. His cock, large, firm, and beautiful stood at attention.

“Gonna take that pussy tonight, baby girl,” he told her.

“Good,” she replied.

Warmth filled his gaze. “Good. That’s what I want to hear. My baby is fucking perfect for me.”

She liked that.

No, scratch that. She loved it.

“Want you to

lie back on the bed. Knees up and spread. Got a taste for that pussy last night, been hankering for more ever since.”

Holy shit.

“Baby, you’re not moving,” he said quietly. “Do I scare you?”

“Sometimes,” she said honestly.

“You don’t have to be scared of me, baby girl. For you, I’m a giant pussycat.”

She very much doubted that.

“I would never hurt you. Not beyond what you’d like.”

Okay, she believed that.

“But the real reason you don’t have to be scared, is because I’m going to do whatever it takes to make sure you never feel frightened again. Once your brother is gone from your life, there will be no more fear, Flick. You give me you, all of you, and I’ll take on any burdens you have. I’ll make it so you live free and easy from all worries. I’ll take it all, baby girl. Gladly. Just to see you smile and laugh and living a life that’s carefree. Understand?”

Sort of. And she figured what she did understand should probably freak her out, but it didn’t. It just made her love him more. And she hadn’t thought that was possible.

“You have all of me.”

“I’d believe that, baby girl, if you were lying on that bed, knees bent, legs spread wide, ready for me to eat you out.”

Okay. Far be it for her to argue with a man who wanted a demonstration that he had all of her. Using her good arm to help balance herself, even though her other arm was still free of the sling, she got herself into position. Her cheeks went red as she spread her legs, opening herself up to his gaze.

There was a silence, and she craned her head so she could see him. “West? Everything okay?”