The pleasure was so intense when she took him inside that hot wet cavern that he had to close his eyes. Shivers raced along his spine and his balls tightened. Because her hands were tied, he held his shaft for her, moving it slowly in and out, fucking that sweet mouth with steady even strokes. God, she was such a treasure. More than he’d ever dared expect. He just hoped he didn’t screw it up.
He opened his eyes and saw Molly’s big green ones staring at him, tiny pinpoints of heat dancing in the irises like flecks of gold. His erection was hard now, he was nearly at the point he needed to be. Then Molly opened her mouth wide and dragged her teeth along his length and he was
there! There!
He pulled away and scooted back down her body. Snagging a condom from the night stand and rolling it on, he lifted her legs and draped them over his shoulders. Guiding his cock to the opening of her pussy, he thrust in on one long, heavy stroke.
Jesus!
Molly locked her ankles behind his neck and lifted up to him. She just looked so damn hot, lying there with her hands tied, her nipples harder than diamonds, her hot slick pussy gripping his cock like a wet fist. He’d died and gone to heaven. That was just the damn truth.
Bracing himself, he rocked his hips and began the slow, steady climb to nirvana. The plug in her ass made her channel so tight, every movement squeezed him and sent bolts of lightning shooting through him.
They were both so close that it didn’t take long. He drove into her hard, fast, again and again. And then, like rockets on the fourth of July, they exploded, shuddering and shaking. He cried out her name, but it was lost because she was screaming his, over and over.
Spent, he barely had the energy to untie Molly, stagger to the bathroom, dispose of the condom and find his way back to bed. He crawled in beside Molly and spooned her against him, his hand cradling her breast just like the night before.
Realized he’d found the place he’d been searching for all his life.
And hoped Molly felt the same way.
Chapter Nine
Once again the ranch was coming to life when Molly and Chance drove into the yard just after six. They climbed out of the truck and in full view of everyone—maybe even her father—Chance wrapped his arms around her and kissed her as if he hadn’t seen her in forever.
“Hard day today,” he told her. “We’ll be cutting out the new calves, moving them to a separate pasture.”
“All hands to the ready,” she grinned.
“You got it.” He blew out a breath. “I don’t know exactly what time I’ll be done but I expect it will be late again.”
“Chance, you didn’t specify—”
He touched her lips with one finger. “Maybe I should have. I’m putting a claim on all your nights, Molly.” He paused. “If that’s okay with you?”
There was that trace of uncertainty again. How could she tell him the warm feeling his words gave her without presuming too much.
She swallowed, hard. “That’s fine with me. I…um…would like that very much.”
Relief washed over his face and he kissed her again, though more briefly. Just a bare touch of the lips.
“I’ll be late. I can feel it.” He raised his eyes and looked over her shoulder. “And there’s your father. He’ll have my ass if I don’t get to work.” He kissed her again, “Or maybe for messing with his daughter.”
Molly giggled.
Giggled!
“I’m over twenty one, Chance. And besides, you already let the cat out of the bag yesterday.”
She heard the crunch of her father’s boots behind her, then his hand on her shoulder.
“Morning, kids.” He kissed Molly’s cheek. “Chance, you think y’all can hold off on that until we’ve got all the calves cut out? ‘Course, I sure don’t want to disrupt your cuddling time.”
Molly was stunned to see Chance actually blush, but he stood his ground. “Just telling your daughter I’ll be late getting to her tonight.”
“Hurry it up then.” Her father started off, then turned around. “I think the two of you have wasted about all the time gettin’ to each other you’re allowed. Sure glad to see you aren’t wasting any more.”
Molly smiled and buried her face against Chance’s chest. “I guess that answers all our questions. But how—”
“Smarter than both of us, I guess.”
“Why don’t you give me your key? I can go on ahead later and fix something for us to eat.” She bit her lip. “That is…I mean…”
“It’s fine, Molly. I want you to.” He pulled a key off the ring and handed it to her, then put his mouth next to her ear. “Maybe tonight we’ll see if that plug’s been doing its work.”
Heat surged through her as he winked at her and walked away. And maybe tonight they could actually talk about where they were heading. Together.
The day alternately dragged and sped by for Molly. Her father and Chance were both gone the entire time. She knew her Dad usually left Chance to supervise things like this, but they also had a pleasantly large crop of calves and everyone was on their toes to make sure none of them got hurt in the cutting process.
Finally, late in the afternoon, she drove into Littleton to the grocery store, then on to Chance’s house. Something simple and easy to fix, she reminded herself, as she worked in the kitchen. Spaghetti sauce could sit and everything else could go in at the last minute. With the sauce simmering she set the fat candles she’d bought into glass holders, took them into the bathroom and lit then, and drew a bath in the huge tub, dumping ocean breeze-scented bath salts into it.
She was lounging in the tub, sipping at a bottle of beer, her hair piled on top of her head, the candles flickering, when she heard Chance come through the door.
“In here,” she called.
“Wow!” He lounged in the doorway, his Stetson pushed back on his head, arms crossed and a hungry look in his eyes. “I could sure get used to coming home to this every night.”
“That right?” She answered him casually, but her heart was hammering. She knew they were going to talk about their relationship and she just hoped he wanted the same thing he did.
“Damn straight.”
“Why don’t you start by hopping in here with me right now? This tub’s big enough for two.”
He was out of his clothes in seconds, climbing into the still steaming water and positioning himself behind her, his legs stretched out on either side of her. Molly lifted the wash cloth she’d been holding in her free hand and passed it over her shoulder to him.
“I’ve just been waiting for you to get here and wash my back.”
“Always glad to oblige a lady.”
She could feel his hard cock bumping against the cheeks of her ass as his strong hands rubbed soap into her back and sluiced it off with the wash cloth. Every nerve in her body was standing at attention and begging for his touch.
But she had something to run by him before she let herself fall into this sensuous cloud.
“Chance?”
“Mmmhmm?” His hands moved around to cup her breasts, his thumbs rubbing back and forth against her nipples.
“My father said something real strange to me yesterday.”
His hands stilled. “About us? Or me?”
She shook her head. “No. Well, maybe, in a way. He told me John Trammel’s leaving the ranch. Moving to Arizona.” She paused. “He told me the ranch manager’s job is mine if I want it.”
She felt the sudden tension in his body, then his thumbs resumed their tantalizing movement.
“What did you tell him?”
“Nothing yet.”
His teeth nibbled on the tender spot where neck and shoulder joined. “Are you thinking about it?”
“I never thought he’d make me a part of Hayes Ranch operations. But I’ve got a business degree. I know ranching. I’d really like to do it. Except…” She bit her lower lip.
“Except what?”
His hands began rhythmically squeezing her breasts and disrupting her concentration.
“It would mean we’d probably be thrown together a lot. And I didn’t know how you’d feel about it.”
Her heart tightened painfully as she waited for a long time for his answer. Had she been misreading everything so badly?
“I think you should do it,” he said at last and bit down on her neck.
She shivered. “You do?”
“Uh huh. It goes right along with what I planned to say later on.”
“Oh?” Her heart resumed its normal beat, but anticipation skittered through her. “And what’s that?”
“Later,” he teased. “Isn’t that what I said?”
They made bathing a sensual activity, washing each other and teasing each other until they were both ready to explode. At last Molly reached her toe out and pulled up the drain stopper and let the water drain away. Chance climbed out of the tub and wrapped a big towel around himself, then lifted her and dried her off carefully. Tossing the towels aside, he carried her into the bedroom where she’d already turned back the covers.
“Dinner can wait a while, right?”
“Yes.” She reached up and touched his cheek. “What did you have in mind?”
He lay down beside her, turning her to face him, his fingers stroking her cheek.
“Molly, I know we’ve only been…together for a couple of nights, but we’ve known each other forever. And I’ve wanted you it seems for as long as I can remember. But the timing was never right.” He chuffed a breath. “I tried to make it work with Sabrina. The things I like in the bedroom turned her off, but the plain truth is, she wasn’t you.” He kissed her softly, then licked her lips with the tip of his tongue.
“What are you trying to tell me?” She searched his eyes, trying to find some answers there. “That the sex between us is great? I think we both know that.”
He cleared his throat. “I’m not doing this very well. Molly, I want to spend the rest of my life with you. And I’m hoping you want the same thing.”
Her pulse was racing. “So, are you saying…”
“I love you, Molly. I want to be with you forever.” When she didn’t say anything, he frowned. “Am I making a mistake here? Assuming something?”
She finally found her voice. “No, not at all. I love you, too, Chance. And I want the same thing.”
“Thank god.” His voice dropped. “I wasn’t sure until this minute that you felt the same way. Loved me like I love you. I can’t wait to show you how happy that makes me. Right now.”
“Oh?” Her mouth curved in a slow grin. “And how do you plan to do that?”
“Like this.”
The kiss was deep and powerful, his tongue searching every surface of her mouth while his hands stroked her back and his body pressed against hers. One hand moved up to thread through her hair, holding her in place so his tongue could work its magic. When she was almost totally breathless, he lifted his head and shifted their bodies around on the bed. Before she realized what was happening, she was flat on her back, her legs raised, and Chances mouth was doing wicked things to her pussy.
He licked her everywhere, lapping the length of her slit, teasing her clit with the tip of his educated tongue. Thrusting that tongue inside her, mimicking what he wanted to do to her with his cock. Molly clenched his hair in her fists and arched her hips up to him, riding his tongue until she felt only the sensation of it inside her and the heat it spread through her body.
When he sat up abruptly, she cried out in frustration. “What are you doing?”
“Easy, sugar. I just wanted to get you ready for the big show.”
He turned her over and maneuvered her until she was on her hands and knees, the pillows stuffed beneath her to give her support. Very slowly he eased the plug from her ass, his hand cracking down on the flesh as soon as the toy came free.
Molly jerked, then wiggled her ass at him.
“You like that, don’t you.” His laugh was low and sensuous. “And I love doing it. I love to see that skin nice and pink, streaks running down to your pussy.”
His hand came down on her again, and yet again.
By now, between the wonderful things he done to her with his mouth and the spankings, she knew she was dripping wet. And needy. She wanted him badly enough to beg for it if she had to.
“One more for good measure,” he said, bringing his hand down to her flesh again. “Then we get to the main event.”
She was trembling with arousal, wishing he’d hurry before she self-destructed. In a moment his fingers were prodding her anus, slicked with something cool. When they slid inside her, the fit was tight but not painfully so. He slid a third finger in beside them and scissored them, stretching her tissues, rubbing in the gel.
“That plug’s done its job, darlin’. You are so ready for me.”
Then his cock was prodding at her, pressing against her. His hands were on the cheeks of her ass, spreading them wide.
“Deep breath, Molly. Just like we did with the toy.”
She hauled in as deep a breath as she could. When she let it out, Chance pushed forward, slowly and steadily, until his cock was completely inside her. There was a brief flash of icy hot pain, but pleasure soon overtook it. Dark satisfaction crawled up through her, seeping through every pore, lighting every single nerve ending.