Jon Black's Woman (2 page)

“It’s at seven,” he told her as he
took a step closer. Jon was in her personal space and she wanted
him to come in even closer. Touch her and—maybe, hopefully—really
touch her. If he put so much as a finger on her body, her day would
bloom even brighter.

“Okay,” she accepted, even though it
wasn’t a date. Not by a long shot, but she wished and let her
imagination run wild with hope.

“I’ll pick you up at six-thirty,” he
told her and she inhaled sharply. It excited her when he didn’t
ask, but stated it more like a command. Her arms dropped to her
sides and she was ready to kneel at his feet and wait for him to
tell her what he wanted.

“Yes,” she confirmed on a low
moan.

“Are you feeling all
right?”

An immediate negative was on her
lips before she clenched them closed. Desire wrapped around her and
squeezed. She wanted his touch, his kiss, his possession, but he
gave her no clues her feelings were returned. There was no way she
could make the first move, especially not when there were few hints
of reciprocal feelings.

She could only nod while looking at
him without blinking. What she experienced while with him, from
elation to insecurity, must be well hidden because the man simply
wasn’t seeing anything.

Despite the expected minimal
interaction, Molly accepted there was something different happening
between them. She couldn’t put her finger on it, simply there was a
different sensation surrounding them. Perhaps it was the passionate
place to where her mind had traveled. Maybe it was wishful
thinking, but she didn’t care. She thought they were together in
the center of a spotlight, overheating with lust.

Jon moved even closer to her and she
held her breath. When he put his hand on her chin and told her what
he planned to do, her heart skipped a beat.

“I’m going to kiss you, Molly.” He
gave her no time to say yes or no. The man wrapped his arms around
her, then pulled her to him until she was flush against his body.
His hard-on pressed into her stomach, making its presence known.
She wanted to reach down to touch it, only she couldn’t move a
muscle. The rod pushing into her was huge and hard, and she
imagined him possessing her with it.

Leaning his head down, he stopped
before their lips touched, and shocked her with what he said
next.

“Kiss you until you’re seconds away
from climaxing.”

Stunned by his words, her mouth
dropped open and he then pressed his lips to her neck. He kissed
her where the shoulder and neck met, which also happened to be her
weak spot. She wasn’t sure she could stand up on her own and was
glad he held her close.

She remembered moaning and her eyes
closing with bliss. She hadn’t missed the touch of a man until
right then. Molly remembered the last man she’d been with—her coach
and her first lover. Unfortunately, their relationship didn’t end
well. The ties to her family had been broken when she left her
eventing coach.

As Jon’s mouth moved seductively up
her neck, his hand stroked over her ass. Her backside was not one
of her favorite parts of her body, but somehow his touching her
there made her forget. She felt cherished and wanted.

Standing on her tiptoes, she
stretched as much as she could and suddenly experienced a sense of
vulnerability. She wouldn’t have believed she’d be comfortable
being in such a position, and yet felt at ease. Each time she was
in his presence he radiated power. Standing in his orbit never
failed to pull her closer. As he kissed her the heat raged around
them, protecting them from everything outside their
embrace.

Soft lips skated across her chin
and, before she could take a breath, he pressed his mouth to hers,
sealing them to each other. Their lip lock started out gentle,
eventually becoming erotic. His tongue slipped along the seam a
couple of times before her lips quivered and parted. The opening
was an invitation for him to dip into her mouth as his hands firmly
clenched her ass cheeks.

A groan laced with desire and need
moved from her throat, through her mouth and into his.

Pure, unadulterated passion raced
through her body and she wanted more. She needed his touch on her
breasts, needed him to squeeze the mounds and tease the nipples to
pebble further. Lifting her leg to wrap around one of his allowed
her to rub her pussy against one of his hard limbs, only there was
no relief.

Jon had to take her body and make
her come. He touched her intimately and she turned into a mass of
need. His touch brought everything she wanted to the surface where
it demanded satisfaction.

When one of his hands released her
backside, she wanted to order it to return. The next time he
touched her, he cupped her pussy. There, he finally touched her
exactly where she wanted him to. She wanted his cock there, maybe
even his mouth, but would take his hand. It was a shame she wore
jeans, but being naked with him would happen. No doubt it would
soon.

Running a big finger between the
lips of her pussy, Jon swirled his tongue around hers. The two
things together were almost more than she could take, then he
pushed for more and unbuttoned her jeans. She fought to keep
breathing as Jon slid his hand inside and then between her legs.
Once again he cupped her mound and dipped a finger along her
underwear inside her moist heat.

Oh man, she couldn’t think or
breathe. She wanted to push him to the ground and take him, spread
her legs further, climb him like a tree, but she couldn’t. She
could only stand there and experience him and everything he
offered.

She was a heartbeat away from
finding a release as his finger dipped in and out of her pussy. It
hinted to her what it would be like to have his cock driving into
her, except she knew it was small. The hard presence pushing
against her lower stomach told her she’d have no doubt of what he
thrust inside her body when the time came.

Breathing heavily through her nose,
she was startled when his mouth pulled back until their lips barely
touched.

“You’ll be naked and excited,
nipples hard and pussy damp with need. Once you’re at the point of
begging for my touch, I’m going to tie you to a pole and, with my
fingers, mouth, or cock, stroke every inch of your body. When
you’re at the point of screaming with need, I’m going to fuck you.
The first time will be gentle, but all bets are off for what
follows.”

“Hard and nasty, kinky, however you
want me,” she murmured. “I’ll be content and come.”

They wanted the same thing, of that
there was no doubt, and she breathed her confirmation. The only way
she knew he paid attention to her was a slight nod before he
carefully untangled her from around his body.

“I’m waiting for you to come to me,
bare of all trappings and ready for anything to happen.” Jon walked
out of the barn and left her with her jeans unzipped and needs
unsatisfied.

It took a few minutes to realize she
was the center of everyone’s attention. Matt, Ted, and Saki all
watched to see what she’d do next. She wanted to run after him, but
wasn’t sure she could ask for what he offered. Damaged and drained,
Molly needed to think about the step she wanted to take. There were
no assurances offered by Jon—only sex, and she wasn’t sure that was
enough. She wasn’t sure because her heart was already
involved.

Could she survive it being broken
again?

Blushing, she zipped up her pants
and considered getting back to work, although she knew she’d get
nothing done.

She tried to say something to the
trio silently watching her, but could think of nothing. There was
nothing except need, a want for Jon, and his touch holding her
captive. With a shrug of her shoulders as a pseudo apology, she
turned and walked out of the barn. She planned to go home and take
a cold shower while she considered his offer.

Could she be naked in front of him?
Only two people had seen her tattoo: the artist who’d inked her and
Saki.

As Molly walked quickly along the
dirt path toward the house where she and Saki were staying, she
wasn’t sure what should shock her more. The fact he’d had his hand
in her pants, fingering her to seconds from climaxing in front of
their friends, or that she hadn’t cared about anything other than
coming from his touch.

She wanted to give herself a firm
talking to, kick herself in the backside for her stupidity, but
couldn’t. There was no doubt in her mind she’d do it all over again
if it meant she was with Jon.

Blowing out air with self-disgust,
she opened the front door and threw herself on the couch. Arms on
knees, hands covering her face, heat radiated off her in waves. She
was embarrassed, but figured the heat came more from being
immensely turned on.

Jon did things to her. Made her
think with her body first and brain second. Falling back, she
dropped an arm over her eyes and sighed. Who was she kidding? She
would do everything possible to have the man. She just needed the
gumption to do it.

The task ahead of her would be
difficult, but not impossible.

As she sat there thinking, Saki came
in and sat beside her. Silence hung between them until her friend
eventually spoke.

“What happened in the barn was hot
to watch. You two have something serious going on. The sparks and
zings bouncing between you were crazy.”

“Or something,” Molly laughed, even
though she hadn’t found the humor in the situation yet. Maybe she
would at some point in the future—years, no, decades into the
future. She never believed she’d forget her surroundings to such an
extent as to almost have sex with people watching.

“Don’t be embarrassed. Earlier today
I was riding the fences, checking the outer huts, and I ended up in
Ted’s lap, climaxing as his mobile went off. The vibrate ringer was
on. Could’ve been a mortifying scenario, but we took it for what it
was—a beautiful moment between us.”

Her best friend pulled Molly’s arm
from covering her eyes and gave her a hug. It was exactly what she
needed. The support and understanding from someone she hoped
respected her. It was a priceless move. Tears clouded her eyes, but
didn’t spill. With a few deep breaths, she laughed for
real.

“It was an incredibly powerful
moment. I honestly didn’t know he wanted me with such fire and
intensity. I knew he liked me, but he’d only ever held my hand and
given me a quick kiss here and there. I’m bloody confused.” She was
done dwelling on the scene and how it happened. It was time to
focus on where to go from this point on.

“After you left, the guys were
saying it was about time he let you know how he felt. Apparently he
isn’t as much the strong, silent type as he is the strong and let’s
get it on type. Sunny told me at our first meeting he ended each
day with the woman of his choice.”

“His choice? Dang, what is he, a
Lothario?” Molly wasn’t connecting the guy she knew with one who
bounced from bed to bed.

“No, but apparently he is the local
catch. There aren’t a lot of guys around, and the single women for
miles will do whatever it takes to catch him. He’s a nice man,
would do anything to help a friend or stranger, and is sexy as
well. The man is quite a combination and like candy for the
ladies.”

Molly listened to what her friend
was saying, but wondered if she was aware of the kinky side to the
man. Of course Saki was well aware of the Wilson brothers’
preferences when it came to sex, and they were a happy trio.
Bondage and some domination interested her. However, she wasn’t
sure where Jon stood in regards to sex or what Saki knew that he
wanted.

There was experimentation and then
there were preferences. He’d mentioned tying her up, but was he
talking bondage or kinky fun?

“Do you want some water?” Saki
asked.

“Yes, thank you. It was hot work
until we turned on the new system in the office.”

The other woman continued talking
about their project as she went into the kitchen to get them
glasses of water. Once she came back, Molly was ready to ask her
friend a few questions.

“I don’t want you to betray any
confidences or anything, but I was wondering if the guys have
mentioned Jon and if he’s, well, kinky like them?” There, the first
and most important question was out and she looked to her friend
for an answer.

“Why do you ask?” Saki looked a
little surprised by her query.

“It’s something he said to me before
he left,” she said and hoped it would be enough. She’d never kept
secrets from the other woman and wasn’t sure why she hesitated to
say more.

“Well, from what I understand, yes,
he’s a kinky cowboy like the rest of the group. When they were
younger there weren’t many girls around and, with the women’s
approval, they shared. From there they experimented, and shortly
after a club started where they could practice BDSM under the
guidance of more knowledgeable people. It’s something they, Jon,
Sunny and Court, and a few others all enjoy.”

“Oh,” was all Molly could say. There
was a great deal more going through her head. She was intrigued by
his being into bondage, maybe even domination. Sadism and masochism
held no interest for her, but she could be willing to try
submission. Shoot, she already wanted to submit herself to him, do
whatever he asked. What was different?