Released to Rapture (Irresistible Inmate) (2 page)

Ducking his head, he said, “Duncan,
ma’am.”

Stepping into the kitchen, she thought, the
man’s a little lean with his words.

She returned and sat in the companion rocker,
trying not to stare at him. In spite of a few days growth of dark
beard, she saw a strong jaw line and high cheek bones. Strands of
long, black hair fell around his face—wet, the rest had been raked
straight back and curled on his neck. From the side of her eye, she
noticed he kept his left hand curled in his lap and his bicep
bulged. What is he doing? Good God, he’s holding down an erection.
A sharp arrow of passion streaked to her weeping sex. She closed
her eyes, holding her breath. It had been so long without a
desirable man in her little world, having this stranger near was
almost impossible to bear. She wondered if Duncan was big all over.
God help me, I’m becoming a pervert.

Although, wolfing down the food, he kept the
pressure on his crotch. He wiped the last of the gravy from his
plate.

“Still hungry? I have plenty.”

He gave her a tentative smile. “Plenty? Are
you sure?”

Inside, filling his plate, she stopped and
tightened her thighs. Moisture filled her panties. Oh, God. I have
to get him away from here before I make a fool of myself. Never in
my life have I responded to a man like this. It’s almost
frightening. Her breasts responded by throbbing.

After handing him his plate, she said, “It’s
obvious I need help around here but cannot afford it. Sorry.”

“Could you feed me? No salary is necessary.”
He turned those expressive eyes on her, and her stomach quivered.
“I’m desperate for something worthwhile to do. I can sleep in the
barn. Don’t need money—need a home.”

She hardened her heart, stood, and took his
empty plate. “I know you’re miserable in those wet clothes, but I
have some things that may fit. Then you must go. Come inside. I’ll
find you something to wear. Those pants look as if they’ve seen
their last days.”

“Where’s your husband? Will his clothes
fit?”

“Not sure. All we can do is try.” The last
thing she needed to do was to let him know she lived alone. She
walked into the house and he followed. Setting the dishes on the
kitchen counter, she said, “Go to the bathroom down the hall and
get out of those wet things. I’ll bring you some shirts and pants
to try.”

His mouth turned down and his forehead
crinkled.

“It’s okay, Leven died last year. I haven’t
gotten rid of his things yet.” Shit, I did it anyway. Damn man
could be a serial killer, for all I know.

“Oh, sorry.”

It didn’t take long to gather up a few
things. She cracked the bathroom door a bit and handed him the
clothes. “Why don’t you take a real bath, minus the clothing? The
water is nice and hot. Towels and bath clothes are under the sink.
Let’s see if you can wear any of this stuff.” It felt strange
giving this man her husband’s possessions but good to help—who? She
didn’t even know his last name.

Back in the kitchen, she waited for the sound
of the shower cutting off. Harvey came to the door. “Ms. Goldie, I
need to go, but with a strange man here, should I stay?”

His weathered face, lined with worry, made
her smile, thinking this small man would barely reach the
stranger’s shoulders. “Thank you, Harvey, it’s kind of you. I don’t
think he’s dangerous, besides I have several guns.”

He removed his hat and scratched his head.
“You sure?”

“Yeah, Harve. And I know how to use every one
of them. She nodded and watched him stride away, get in his old
pick-up, and leave. The pipes rattled in the kitchen after he cut
the water cut off, and she went to the bathroom door to wait. So
much time passed, she worried. Tapping on the door, she asked, “How
about it? Can I see?”

He pulled the door open and stood with hands
on hips, smiling. Goldie giggled. The jeans were six inches above
his ankles, and the shirt lacked closing by a hand's width. “I’ll
throw your wet things in the washer. After they dry, you can dress
in your own clothes.”

Handing his things to her, he asked, “Mind if
I shave?”

She smiled. “Everything’s under the sink.
Help yourself.” The wet clothes in hand, she moved through the
house in a daze. Her breasts swelled in sexual need, and she burned
to the core. God, I want this man. I have to get him away before I
make an ass of myself. The big SOB could kill me in a flash.
Throwing the clothes in the washing machine, she returned to the
bathroom and stood in the doorway. For her, one of the most erotic
things to do was watch a man shave.

Duncan turned to her. “What’s wrong with
me?”

“What do you mean?”

“Why you don’t want me here.”

Her eyes glittered and she swiped her tongue
across her bottom lip. “I think you know.”

He didn't, but a sudden impulse came over
him. He put his hands under her arms and lifted her to the counter.
“Watch if you want.” Lather covered his face. The touch had his
hands tingling.

Her chest heaved as the razor made one smooth
stroke from beside his ear down to his chin. He glanced at her in
the mirror. She’s licking her lips. Their eyes met in the
reflection. Her body leaned forward, and her lips separated. Could
this beautiful creature want me? Do I dare? Turning toward her, his
hard erection hit her knee. Oh, shit.

“You’re so beautiful.” Moving between her
knees, he stroked his hands down her arms and shuddered. “God, I
want you.”

She leaned close enough to him, golden flecks
could be seen floating in the emerald as her eyes widened. “Jesus,
we don’t know each other.”

“We could become acquainted, if you
want.”

Goldie shook her head. “I haven’t made love
in over two years.”

“Longer for me—five years.” He began
unbuttoning her blouse, licking and sucking every bit of skin
available, smearing shaving cream over her tan skin. Once her
breasts were exposed, his eyes widened, and his hips slammed
against the cabinet. “Aaah, God!” He jerked the jeans down in time
for Goldie to see him spurting on her leg. Groaning, he hissed
through his teeth. “Damn it to hell. Sorry.”

She looked down, drawing in a breath. Her
eyes flared. The size and length of his cock increased as it
ejaculated. Gripping his shoulders, she said, “Oh, damn. It’s going
away.” Slapping a hand over her mouth, she said, “I cannot believe
I said such a thing.”

His head, thrown back, he moaned, and let his
face drop between her breasts. Suckling her nipples through the
lace bra, his legs trembled. “Have more if you want.” I hope I do.
Three jack-offs in an hour is probably it. “May I hold you? Pulling
her against his belly, the dampness in the crotch of her jeans
caused him to groan. She grabbed a hand towel and wiped his face as
he lifted her, and she circled his waist with her legs. “Where
to?”

Following her directions, he entered a
bedroom, his eyes going directly to the bed. Oh, God. A bed! How
long had it been since he’d seen a big bed. She slipped to the
floor, tearing out of her clothes. He could only stare. Below small
perky breasts, her body curved into a tight little waist, flared
again into lush hips. His cock rose to the occasion after he saw
the plush black curls at the apex of long, slender legs. Massaging
his throat, he fought tears. Dear God, I’ve died and gone to
heaven. The fact he couldn’t move proved it.

It wasn’t necessary. She jerked his shirt
from his shoulders, unzipped his pants, and snatched them to the
floor. The woman became a whirling dervish. Leaning over to sweep
the bed covers back, her cunt peeked from between her legs. His
cock turned into steel and his balls became rigid. Still, he
couldn’t move. His heart tried to jump from his chest. She leaped
to the bed, landing flat of her back, and looked up at him. “Do I
have to do everything—rape you?”

Then he moved. His knees settled between her
legs, his cock reaching his navel. “Rape is good.” Her pupils were
so large, they almost covered the green. Hips rose to meet him, but
he could only stare at the vision before him. His face burned. “I
won’t last long.”

“Neither will I.” She reached between her
legs and pulled the lips of her glistening pussy apart. He cried
out and plunged into her. On his forth thrust, they both exploded.
Their juices poured as their voices joined in one long scream of
release. For a moment, they lay still, and then her hips began to
rock. Pressing his pelvis against hers to keep his cock locked
inside, he watched her claw at her breasts as she frantically
arched and twisted her spine.

Thank God, the old boy began to harden.
Duncan lifted to his knees and hooked her knees into his elbows,
pushing them up against her body. He slowly rocked into her heat.
Juices flowed around his cock and down her buttocks. Her body
curled forward, and hands reached for him. His balls felt as if
they wanted inside her, too, as his manhood hardened into a rod. As
he pumped faster and faster, her pussy sucked to his rhythm until
he feared losing it again.

She thrust her shoulders forward, gripped his
wrists, and stared down at their sex. Her feral expression caused
him to shatter, again filling her with his seed. Her pussy sucked
him dry. He looked down watching his destroyed dick pull out, wet
and dripping, from her hot, swollen sex. Man, I have to put my
mouth in that wonderful thing.

For now, though, it took all his strength to
roll to the side and collapse on the bed. Goldie curled toward him,
her magical eyes scanning his face, her lips trembling. He rolled
to his side and placed his palm against her rosy cheek. “What?”

“We didn’t even kiss.”

“Too hungry for kissing.”

“Doesn’t seem right. I miss kissing.”

Duncan didn’t know what to say. After all, I
gave her what she seemed to want. And gave it to my limit. Damn,
she looked as if she might cry. Shit, what can I say? Cut off from
decent society for years, words didn’t come easy. He rolled over to
his back and crossed his hands on his chest. I can’t look her in
the eyes and say mushy stuff.

Goldie’s deep sigh shook the bed.

He spoke with a breaking voice. “Woman, if I
could, I’d eat you alive. Man, I really want to, but I guess you
like kissing better.” He turned, looked at her and felt his face
burning. “If you’ll give me a minute to catch my breath, to thank
you for all this—he waved his hand over their bodies—I’ll kiss
every inch of your beautiful body.”

“Every inch?”

Grinning, he ran his fingers across her
breast. “Yep. And I’d like to spend about thirty minutes kissing
between your thighs. Maybe more time loving on these incredible
breasts.”

Her face lit up with a wide smile. She
giggled. “You’re blushing again.”

Man, I’d like to spend about fifty years
keeping a smile on her face. This experience felt like falling into
a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow of hell. I should drop on my
knees and pray she’ll let me stay. His stomach plummeted. Naw, his
luck never moved in a good direction. Goldie pulled a pillow down
and turned to her side, butt toward him. He rubbed his hand over
the swell of her buttocks, thinking, nothing on this earth could be
sweeter. Walking away from her will be a killer.

Her breathing settled into a quiet snore. His
heart contracted painfully and tears came to his eyes. After what
my life has been like, I cannot believe I’m turning into a weeping
Nellie. Embarrassing as hell. Wrapping his arm around her waist, he
cupped her perfect breast. Just a delicious handful. Damn, the old
boy acted up again; his balls curled into a painful clutch. He
pulled his hips back, so he wouldn’t disturb Goldie. But his cock
had no conscious and bloomed into a pulsing rod, begging for
action. She curled into a fetal position and pushed her ass against
his erection. Oh, God. He released her breast and squeezed his dick
until it hurt.

Goldie grinned. What a nice man. So
considerate. Maybe I ought to tell him my favorite position for
fucking is on my knees. No. Let’s see how long he can control
himself. I didn’t know a man could last so long. She kept her
breathing even, but twitched her behind. He grunted and moved away,
breathing like a freight train. Well, maybe he couldn’t keep his
control in spite of already climaxing twice.

His finger carefully slipped between her wet
lips. She struggle to remain still, but when he groaned, she
giggled and pushed back until his finger entered her hot, wet
opening.

He moved so fast, she couldn’t catch her
breath. Springing to his knees, he lifted her by the hips and drove
her body back onto his cock before she could brace her hands on the
bed. She almost flew off the bed, but he jerked her back and plowed
her sex over his manhood. He bottomed onto her cervix, and she
screamed with pleasure. The more he pounded the hotter she became.
Her arms began trembling and he clutched her shoulders, leaned back
until they both were upright on their knees, and slammed her down
on his cock. They both grunted and growled. He released her
shoulders, wrapped one arm around her waist to keep her in
position. The other arm reached around her thigh and caught her
clit between a thumb and finger.

Never had she felt such a sensation. A bolt
of lightning went through her clit and up through her body. One
climax after another ripped her body apart and turned her into
putty. He grunted with each of her screams, until finally, he
stopped and bellowed like a bull, emptying into her well of heat,
his cock jerking and pulsing.

Duncan gripped her waist and rolled over onto
the bed. He flipped her over onto his chest. She looked into his
face and smiled. His hands came up and cupped her cheeks and pulled
her mouth to his. As he panted, she took his breath into her lungs.
Sucking her bottom lip, he groaned and ran his tongue around the
inside of her lips. He attacked her mouth until she couldn’t
breathe. She bit his chin and dropped down sucking on his neck.
Moaning, he cried out, “Baby, bite me. Bite me hard.”