Page 7 of Bedded and Bred

I lean on his door and tap at the corner where the window is rolled down. “That woman is not playing hard to get. She wants you to leave her alone. She just asked me to have you leave heralone. She’s not interested in the slightest. Get that through your head and leave her alone before I have to make you.”

“Why?” He snorts. “You want her don’t you? Dirty old fucker like you shouldn’t be anywhere near a young girl like that.” The sneer on his mouth almost makes me punch the little fuck.

It especially hurts since a little bit of it might be what I’m thinking myself. But that isn’t gonna stop me. Age is just a fucking number and I don’t give a shit how big the number is. She’s meant to be mine.

“You know…your father would be embarrassed as hell to see what you’ve become.”

A flicker of hurt hits his eyes and his lower lip pouts out. But then his eyes harden and he growls, “Fuck off, uncle!”

He hits the gas pedal and slams the truck in gear at the same time, flipping me the bird as he pelts me with gravel.

Beth comes running out of the building and the concern in her soft grey eyes takes away the sting at the little fucker getting the drop on me. She runs to me and her hand touches my cheek gently. “Oh my god! Are you alright? You’re hurt!”

I grasp her wrist where she’s touching me and it’s like the whole world comes spinning to a stop, everything stills and all I can see are her beautiful eyes locked on my face. I see a slight movement out of the corner of my eyes and see her plush peach lips part on a gasp. One that I can’t help but reach out to drink in.

My lips settle on hers and warmth curls through my veins, bubbling and coalescing into a violent waterfall of hunger raging into every piece of my body. Especially my dick.

I groan and use the hand that still holds her wrist to pull her closer. Her lips soften under mine and it’s all the opening I need to surge inside her lips, my tongue wrapping around hers and dancing, dueling, devouring her every soft whimper and mewl.

My dick throbs in my jeans and I know she can feel it, especially when I grind my hips into her belly.

She jerks upright, her pale cheeks bright red. “Let me go,” she whispers, not moving an inch. Slowly, one finger at a time, I release her even though every fiber of my being revolts against doing it.

As soon as I’ve let go completely, she steps away from me and whirls to run. One last look behind herself at the door, a look charged with fear and desire, and then she’s gone.

But the taste of her lingers on my lips like the finest champagne and it clinches what I knew as soon as I saw her pretty face…she’s mine. Now I just have to convince her.

CHAPTER 5

Beth

He slips into bed beside me, his hands finding my hips so fast it’s like a damn snake striking. His mouth runs along my jaw and I throw my head back, whimpering when he sucks the curve of my ear into his mouth and nips at it…hard.

“Has my little angel been missing her Daddy?” His hot breath strikes at my ear and shivers dance along my nerve endings. I can’t draw a deep breath, I want him so bad. Want his hands all over me, want to feel his big body enveloping me, taking me, controlling me, sinking inside me and never leaving me.

“I need you,” I whisper, my hips rolling into his hands, bumping up against the hard ridge in his boxer briefs. His body is warm as my hands run up and down his smooth, tanned skin, fingernails raking the slabs of muscles laddering down his abdomen and sides. He sucks in a breath and my hands hold tight as he shifts until he’s holding onto me as I straddle his lean hips.

“You look beautiful up there, baby. Perfect. Ride me. Show me how much you want me,” he growls in a raspy, throaty purr that makes my body quake.

He’s all man, his arctic-blue gaze burning with blue fire, his dirty blond hair tousled and falling across his forehead like a lover’s kiss. His lean cheeks are flushed and his body is taut with a desire that matches my own.

We’re both still wearing our underwear and I’m still wearing a bra but I move my hips, rolling along the ridge in his boxers and groaning when his hardness hits right where I need him most. He grunts and his big hands splay on my thighs, helping me roll and bounce on him until I’m shuddering, my body so tight with want that I’m about to completely lose my mind. As soon as it feels like it’s about to swallow me in delicious waves, he pulls me to a stop and I whimper and whine, trying to push against his hands.

He grins. “Not yet. Nothing this perfect should ever end this quickly, baby girl.” And he sits up until we’re chest to chest, my nipples tightening when the soft fur of his chest rubs along my bare skin.

My skin fires up and I’m lit up with desire everywhere he touches me. His fingers run lightly along the top of my soft-pink bra with a tiny-pink bow and he growls. “So damn pretty. Like a gift made just for me.” His hands reach up and slowly, so damn slowly, he teasingly draws the straps down until I’m barely held by the cups. He leans in and drags his mouth down my throat, nipping and sucking so hard that I see stars behind my closed eyelids.

“It’s too much,” I pant. So much. But I want it all. And he knows it.

“Open your damn eyes, baby girl. I didn’t tell you that you could close those pretty grey eyes. I want you to watch me the whole damn time. I want you to see how much I want you, how much my pretty girl makes me crazy.”

I nod my head breathlessly as he slips me backward until I’m lying down and he pulls the bra cups down gently, his fingerswhisper-soft on my skin. I don’t want soft. I want hard and rough. I want bossy, almost angry.

“Cannon,” I breathe, my hips bouncing up until he takes control and puts his arm across my hips, holding me down for his pleasure.

“No, you don’t, little one. I can see it in your eyes. You want more, don’t you?”

I nod my head desperately, moaning and trying to move but he grunts and comes up until his warm breath whispers across my ear. “Tell me what you need. Don’t hold back. Just tell me in plain terms what you want, baby.”

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