The Major's Welcome Home

Beck nodded once, coming closer to fill her vision completely, blocking everything else out. “Yes, I can do that. This is my land, Kenna.” He twisted a hand in her dress and tugged her up against him. “If you let me have my way, it’ll be yours, too. Someday very soon.”

Behind Beck, the last truck drove off in a cloud of dust, giving Kenna’s fingers the green light to reach out, releasing her boyfriend’s arousal from his jeans and shoving the damp garment down past his hips to reveal him. “Yes, I want that,” she whispered, rubbing the underside of his girth with her palm. “I want all of you.”

With a rough groan, Beck tugged a condom from his front, right pocket. But some instinct had Kenna taking away the foil square and letting it slip to the ground, giving Beck a meaningful look the whole time. Such a small action, but it seemed to crack Beck wide open. His growl ripped the air between them a second before their mouths began to wrestle for a decent taste. Kenna’s stroking grip was covered by Beck’s powerful hand, assisting her in jacking him off. Hard. Fast.

He broke off on a loud groan, then focused in on her with an obvious effort. “Kenna, be sure. Be real sure. Once I have you this way, once there’s a chance you could bear our children, I’m making you my wife. Nothing will stop me.”

Her heart joined with her body to revel in him, quickening with a swiftness that stole her sanity until she was just talking, babbling, saying anything that popped into her mind. “Look at you. You’re the kind of man who takes what he wants.” She rubbed her thinly covered breasts against his sweaty chest, uncaring that the dress would be soiled. “You wanted me and you took me. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes,” Beck panted, mouth descending to suck at her cleavage. “Yes. I took you because you were mine, Kenna. Mine.”

Yes. Always. “You’re the kind of man who wants to see his woman’s belly swell, aren’t you?” His hands were lifting her dress, nearly ripping the material in an effort to get it off, his desperate grunts almost deafening in her ears. “You don’t know any other way to live, except for keeping what belongs to you, any way you can. I want to belong to you. I want to be full of you.”

Kenna felt the potency of the shift inside him. That monstrous click when Beck’s sweet side was eclipsed by something…wicked. A wicked and delicious something she’d come to crave. “My men knew. When they left, they knew what I was going to do to you. They knew. And I don’t care. I want everyone to know I’ll fuck my woman whenever she needs it because I’m her provider in all things. I don’t care if that’s wrong.”

“Nothing between us is wrong.” Kenna didn’t know how she managed words when her body was already experiencing the distinct tightening of an oncoming climax. God, he never stopped surprising her. Or finding a new way to turn her on to the point of lunacy. She bent forward to remove her panties, licking the salty tip of his erection as she did so. Beck was having none of it, though, and she knew it was because of what she’d promised. What was to come.

Beck tangled his hand in Kenna’s hair, tugging her head back and leaning over her, his hot breath ghosting over her lips. “Get up on my cock where you belong.”

Kenna moaned and squeezed her thighs together to prevent an early orgasm. Lord, she couldn’t think or see anything but him as she hooked her shaking knee over his chiseled hip and hefted herself up. Two calloused hands found her bottom, assisting Kenna’s descent onto her man’s rampant arousal. Their groans collided as she slid down, down, stopping only when she couldn’t take any more. “Oh, oh, oh. Beck. Jesus Christ.” Again, the flow of words couldn’t be stemmed. “I need you so many ways all the time…I can barely stand it. Please, please.”

“Stop. You know I can’t go slow when you tell me you need me,” Beck grated against her lips. “I wanted us in our bed the first time.”

“The first time?” she managed on an expulsion of breath.

Beck licked his perspiration-dotted lips, nodding. “The first time I get you pregnant.” Kenna’s inner walls drew on him like a suctioning mouth and she let out a scream, cut off by Beck’s stinging slap against her backside. “Shhh, darlin’. Don’t lose your voice again. I can’t live anymore without hearing you say my name.”

“Beck, Beck…” she sobbed. “I’m dying.”

“No, you’re not. I won’t let you,” he crooned, giving her throat a long drag of his tongue. “Daddy is going to take care of everything, isn’t he?”