Page 81 of Rocky Mountain Home
“No?” She shifted position, rising on her knees so her sex rubbed the ridge of his solid cock. “Then I’ll fuck you.”
Goddammit.
Joel’s bitter comments, Blake’s all-too-understandable rejection of his offer, his parents’ obvious pain—with those sins on his tally, it was the anger pouring off her that rocked him the hardest.
“I was a shit—” he began.
“Don’t talk, fuck,” she ordered. She pressed their lips together, nearly consuming him. That edge of lust he always felt around her, the one that kept him on a hair-trigger, flipped the sexual energy between them past high to extreme.
She wanted him, here and now?
Hell, yeah. No way was he turning that down.
She had his shirt undone, shoving the material off so frantically somewhere a seam ripped, and he was glad. The destructive action suited his mood, and with total disregard for everything except getting her naked as fast as possible, he caught hold of the front of her blouse and jerked his hands apart. He reached around to unclip her bra so he could slip the straps off her shoulders and abandon it to the ground with her now button-less blouse, leaving her naked from the waist up as she sat in his lap.
He caught her by the hips and lifted her skyward, breasts to his mouth, using his teeth on her nipple briefly before sucking it into his mouth. Dare tightened in his grip, butt cheeks clenching, body arched to meet him, and he soaked it in. Gloated even, in the way she fisted his hair between her fingers, pain jolting against his nerve endings.
Loud gasps of pleasure escaped her lips as he rocked her over his erection until she started undulating with him.
Enough.
No—it wasn’t nearly enough, and that was the fucking problem. Jesse stumbled to his feet with her in his arms, frantically glancing around. He staggered the five feet it took to get to the gazebo, a small white archway covered with thick tangled vines. Little white lights had been woven around the entire thing. When he pressed her against the solid wood, one arm between her back and the rough surface, he hit a switch, and the lights twinkled around them as if they were a bloody Christmas tree decked out in full glory.
He didn’t care. She caught him by the ears, damn near using them like reins to drag his mouth back to hers.
Jesse growled then took control of the kiss, suspending her in place with his hips pinning her tight. She squeezed her thighs around him, holding on as if he were a wild stallion she was about to ride.
Once more, hell, yeah.
He pulled back far enough to press their foreheads together. “If we do this here, I’m liable to fuck you through the damn wall.”
A warning? Or a promise?
Dare dug her fingers into his shoulders. “God, yes,” she begged.
He shook her loose. Her feet hit the ground for the moment it took to rip her jeans open and shove them past her hips far enough to free one leg. That was all he could wait before lifting her again, hand under her naked ass, her sex open to him. He slid his fingers through her curls, pressing his thumb over her clit. Satisfaction struck as another of those addictive moans escaped her lips.
He rubbed until her head fell back, the lights glowing against her auburn hair like a halo.
An angel and a demon, fucking in the Garden of Eden.
He knew which one he was, because there wasn’t a single thing about what he had planned to do next that would get him past the pearly gates.
Jesse opened his jeans, his erection leaping upright to freedom. He aimed directly into her warmth. She sucked in a quick breath as he slipped the head of his cock between her folds, then he drove the air from her lungs, thrusting forward as he buried himself deep.
He should’ve slowed down. He should’ve stopped taking like an inconsiderate ass and gentle his actions, but when he glanced into her face, all he saw was encouragement.
Jesse let the raw emotions inside him take over. He pulled back and thrust again, the warmth of her wrapped around him and the tight pressure of her hands on his shoulders anchoring him in place. He repeated the motion, and again, aching need dragged up his spine as he clutched her close and tilted his hips at the end of each drive.
Dare cursed softly, egging him on. Tightening her legs around him and grinding her clit against his groin every time they connected. Her breasts bounced as they rubbed him, and while he wished his undershirt wasn’t in the way so he could fully enjoy the sensation, there was no way he was slowing down. No fucking way was he stopping, not even to get naked.
“Jesse.” Dare arched, her face tightening as her body clenched around him, the gazebo arch creaking in protest as he fucked her wildly.
Her orgasm took him by surprise, and took him over the edge. He rocked into her one final time before losing it, pleasure rushing in, pressure exploding like the cap off a bottle of well-shaken soda.
He leaned into her, gasping as he clutched the wood of the gazebo to keep from falling over. The arm behind her back—he swore he had slivers from rubbing against the rough-hewn wood.
Dare released her death grip on his shoulders, stroking down the muscles of his back and returning to drag her fingers through his hair as she pressed kisses to his lips and along his neck.
