Malone's Fate (Haven, Texas Book 14)

Chapter 4

Lilac grimaced. “Sorry.”

“No more sorries. Come here.” This time, he put more command into his voice, and she crawled over him, straddling him once more.

Cupping her face between his hands, he kissed her. It started off light, then grew deeper. He let his hands drop, one going to her tit. He massaged it through her bra.

She drew back, her face flushed, her lips swollen and wet.

“I want to see you.” Without any more warning, he reached behind her and undid her bra.

Tanner only had a few seconds to take her in before her arm came over her boobs, hiding herself from him.

“Uh-uh, no hiding from me. Not by going somewhere in your head and not by covering yourself. Show me.”

“They’re . . . they’re not that attractive.”

“Lilac, I’ve already warned you. No more warnings. The next time, you’re going over my lap.”

Her eyes widened as she dropped her arm. He had no idea what she was talking about. Her breasts were gorgeous. Heavy and lush, tipped by delicious-looking nipples he couldn’t wait to taste.

He moved them so that she was sitting up, leaning back against the headboard and he was between her legs.

“Tanner! What are you doing?” she asked.

“My turn to taste you, pretty girl.”

She shook her head. “No, I want to be the one to do that.”

“Well, sometimes you don’t get what you want. Sometimes, you have to do as you’re told.”

“Maybe I want to be the one in charge.” She glared at him.

“Hmm, do you? Do you want to call the shots, pretty Lilac? Tell me what to do? Or do you want to let me be in charge?”

He could see her thinking. Perhaps she did want to be in control. He’d give that to her if she wanted it this first time.

Sure, he preferred it the other way around.

However, if it helped her become more at ease with him . . . with this . . . yeah, he’d give her whatever she asked for.

It should worry him how deep he was getting with this girl in such a short amount of time. How much he desired her.

“I don’t . . . I don’t know.”

“It’s all right to be hesitant. You don’t know me that well. But just know every inch of you is beautiful. That I want you to feel pleasure. And to feel like a fucking goddess.”

“And you think you can do that by eating my pussy?” she said dryly.

He barked out a laugh. “Well, how about we find out?” Moving back, Tanner grasped hold of her thighs and tugged her until she was lying flat on the bed.

She let out a cry of surprise and he grinned down at her. “Prepare to have your world rocked, baby.”

Lilac rolled her eyes. “Think much of yourself?”

“I don’t think it. I know it.”

“We’ll see. You might be all talk and no action.”

“Those there are fighting words if ever I heard some.” Leaning over her, he placed his hands on the mattress before bending down to kiss her lightly. “Prepare to eat your words.”

“Yeah? You gonna keep talking or put that tongue to other uses?”

“Someone found their sass.”

A strange look crossed her face. Almost . . . regret? Worry?

“I like it,” he quickly reassured her.

“You do?”

“Yeah, baby. I mean, you’re wrong. And you’re gonna go down. But I like the bravado.”

“Um, actually, I think you’re the one who is gonna go down.”

He threw his head back with a laugh. “Why, yes, I am. And you are going to lie there with your hands above your head. No moving them.”

Her breath hitched. “Really?”

“Really. Put your hands up.”

Slowly, she raised her hands above her head.

“That’s my brave girl.”

She made a scoffing noise. “Hardly.”

“You don’t think you’re brave?” He licked his tongue over one tight nipple.

Fuck. Him.

So gorgeous.

“I’ve been a coward for most of my life,” she muttered.

“Don’t like you talking about yourself like that,” he told her before sucking on her nipple.

She let out a low moan.

“Although we do have to talk about you being so friendly to strangers. What if I’d been a creep?”

“Hmm, the jury is still out on whether you are or not,” she teased as he moved to her other nipple.

Tanner looked up at her. “I’d never harm you, baby. Ever.” He swore he saw her eyes glistening with tears before she blinked, and they were gone.

“I wouldn’t let you.”

“Good girl.” He started kissing down her stomach, noticing the way she sucked her stomach in. But he didn’t comment on it; he just kept touching her and gradually she relaxed.

Reaching the top of her panties, he kneeled and drew them off. He took a moment to study her.

“Is . . . is everything all right? I don’t . . . I mean . . . are you . . . crap!” She attempted to close her legs, but he put pressure on the inside of her thigh.

“Stop,” he said firmly as she attempted to roll away. “I want to look at you.”

Lilac was breathing heavily. “Why?”

“Because you’re beautiful and I want to take my time.”

“Usually, men just roll on top and get on with it.”

He lightly smacked the inside of her thigh. “No talking about other men when you’re with me.”

It made him feel murderous. Those other assholes didn’t deserve to look at her . . . to touch her.

She was his.

Bending over her, he kissed her again. “Girls who say bad things about themselves find their ability to talk restricted.”

Her eyes widened. “What does that mean?”

“It means I might gag you.”

“With your cock?” she asked.

He grinned. “Somehow, I think you might like that too much.”

Before she could come up with a sassy answer, he drew her legs farther apart and lay on the mattress between them. Parting her lower lips, he took a long lick of her pussy.

Fuck. Yes.

He wasn’t sure what tasted better. Her pussy or her mouth.

Or her nipples.

He teased her clit with his tongue, flicking it lightly as he drove two fingers into her pussy. God. She clenched around him. She was going to feel good once he was inside her.

Then he realized that she was being weirdly silent. Fuck. Was she upset because he said he’d gag her?

Had he gone too far?

Moving his mouth away from her pussy, he glanced up at her. “You’ve gone all quiet on me, baby. Make noises, tell me what’s going on. What you want.”

“Oh, uh . . . you want me to?”

“Yeah. I didn’t mean you had to be silent when I said I’d gag you for talking badly about yourself.”

Her cheeks grew red. “No, it wasn’t that. It’s just . . .”

“Just what?”

“The, uh, the guy I slept with didn’t like me to make noises while he . . . um . . .”

Yeah. He didn’t like hearing about another guy touching her . . . but he pushed that feeling to one side. He needed to know.

“While he ate you out?”

“Oh no, he didn’t do that. I meant, while he was, uh, fucking me. He liked silence.”

“Well, I want you to make noise.”

“I don’t know if I can.”

Fuck. She was wound up so tight that there was no way she could enjoy herself now.

“Just relax, pretty girl. There’s no right or wrong way to do this.” He placed kisses on the inside of her thighs. Then he lightly moved his tongue over her clit. Over and over until her breathing grew faster and her thighs were trembling.

But she still wasn’t making any noise.

He moved his tongue lower, thrusting it into her passage. She cried out. Better.

But it wasn’t enough.

He drew back and a whimper escaped her. “Please, don’t stop.”

“Good girl.”

That was better. Much better. Grabbing her legs, he pushed them back against her as he ate her pussy. She was trembling, her breathing growing faster.

Fuck.

So good.

Until he realized she’d gone silent again. He pulled back.

“Nooo,” she cried out. “I was so close!”

“Then you better make some noise.”

She moaned. “Oh, Tanner! Take me! Fuck me! Make me yours!”

“Don’t be a brat.” He smacked the side of her thigh. “But, yes, just like that.”

Returning his mouth to her pussy, he was gratified to hear her moan. That was better. A man liked to know he was doing a good job eating his girl’s pussy.

She shuddered, her breathing growing faster and he knew she was close.

“Please! Oh, please! It feels so good.”

Good girl. Come for me.

She cried out as she clenched down around him and came.

Damn. He couldn’t hold back any longer. He needed to be inside her.

Pulling back, he rolled over to where his jeans were lying on the floor and drew a condom out of his pocket. Kneeling between her legs, he rolled it onto his dick while she watched him, her face flushed, mouth parted.

“You good, baby?” he murmured. “Still want this? Want me?”

“Yes. God, yes. Please fuck me.”

“Actually. I think you should fuck me.”

“What do you mean?”

He grabbed hold of her, then rolled them both so he was lying on his back, and she was on top.

“Tanner!” She scooted off him, kneeling next to him.

“Ride me.”

Her eyes widened. “Ride you?”

“Yep.”

She grinned. “I thought you were the cowboy.”

A bark of laughter escaped him. “I am. Doesn’t mean that I don’t like to be ridden once in a while.”

She bit her lip. “I’ve never . . . I mean . . . I don’t know how . . .”

Tenderness filled him. Mixed in with a fierce possessiveness. “You’ve never ridden a cock before, pretty girl?”

“No.” Her shoulders were hunched. “Are you sure you want me to?”

More than he’d wanted anything in his life.

“Yeah, baby. I want you to. Come here. It’s not rocket science. Put your legs over me. Line my dick up with your pussy, then sink yourself onto me.”

She bit her lower lip but let him help her straddle him. Reaching down, she grasped his dick and slowly started lowering herself onto his cock.

“Oh God.”

“Not God. Tanner. Say it. Say my name.”

“Tanner,” she moaned.

“That’s it, baby. Good girl. Fuck me.”

She slid up and down his dick. Fuck him. She might never have fucked someone in this position before, but she quickly picked up what to do. Placing her hands on his chest, she moved up and down faster. Harder.

Until he was breathing heavily, straining to keep control of himself.

“God, baby. You look so damn good riding me.” Reaching up, he played with her tits, pulling on her nipples. “Keep moving. That’s it.”

“It feels so good,” she moaned as her red hair flowed around her.

His hands went to her hips as he guided her, fucking up into her.

“I’m so damn close.” Moving one hand from her hip, he played with her clit, and she froze.

“What . . . what are you doing?”

“I want you to come with me.”

“Come with you? Come again? I can’t come again.”

“Sure, you can.”

She shook her head. “I’ve never . . .”

Placing one hand behind her head, he drew her down into his kiss. “First time for everything, isn’t there?”

As she started moving again, slower, then faster, he moved his finger over her clit, driving her up higher and higher until she screamed, clenching down on his cock.

He reached his own release, his yell drowning out hers as he found his release.

Breathing heavily, he grabbed her, pulling her into his embrace, still buried inside her. He knew he had to pull out, to take care of his condom, but he just needed to hold her for a moment while they both calmed down.

“That was the best fucking orgasm I’ve ever had,” he whispered to her as he ran his hand up and down her back.

She stiffened. “You don’t have to lie to me.”

“Baby girl, I don’t lie. Ever. Fucking hate liars.”

If possible, she grew even more tense. He slid out of her and rolled them both onto their sides. “Something wrong?”

“It’s just . . . sometimes a lie isn’t a choice, you know?” she whispered.

“Uh, no. I don’t know. A lie is always a choice. And it’s wrong.”

What was she talking about?

Then she shook her head and smiled up at him. “Of course. You’re right. Lying is always wrong.”

“Got to take care of this.” He walked into the bathroom and got rid of the condom, glancing back as she moved up behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to make anything weird.”

“You didn’t.” He turned and hugged her against him tight. Something felt off, but he shook that thought away. He noticed that she’d pulled his top on.

Fuck, he liked that.

“Come on. Come back to bed.” He slid away and grabbed her hand to lead her back to the bedroom.

“I can’t.”

He frowned.

“I’ve got to pee,” she whispered.

“I’ll wait for you in bed, then.”

When she climbed in a few minutes later, he tugged her to him, pulling her against him so her head rested on his chest.

“You okay, baby? None of that was too much?”

She sighed sadly. “Where did you come from, Tanner Malone?”

He laughed. “A strange place called Haven.”

“Really? That’s the name of the town?”

“Yep. And it lives up to its name. It really is a haven for the majority of the people that live there.”

“You too?” she asked.

He ran his hand up and down her back. “In a way, it was for my family too. My oldest brother had to get us out of a dangerous situation. We moved to Haven, where he bought a ranch. I still live and work on the Ranch along with some of my brothers.”

“How many do you have?”

“Too many. So many, I lose track.”

She snorted. “Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Tell me about them.”

“Why would you want to know about my brothers? You’ve got the best Malone in your bed right now.”

“Good Lord,” she muttered. “Are they . . . are they good men?”

An odd question, but he figured she just wanted to know more about him. Or perhaps she was thinking that one day she might meet them.

Which she would, because they were going to be her brothers.

“They are. I mean, some of them are dicks. Like West.”

“How is he a dick?”

“Eh, he’s a grumpy ass. Thought he might get better after meeting Flick, but he’s still a dick.”

“He’s a dick to Flick?”

“What? No! Fuck, no. We’d all kick his ass if he was mean to her. Nah, he’s a big teddy bear for his girl. It’s the rest of us that have to suffer his less-than-stellar personality.”

“You said your oldest brother had to get you out of a bad situation?”

“Hmm. Probably a story for another day.”

“So, moving to Haven was good for you?” she asked.

“Yep. Best move ever. Haven is a special place. You’d like it.”

“How do you know that?”

“Because women are taken care of there. We protect them. Look after them.”

“It sounds . . . different. I’ve never heard of a place like that.”

“Yeah. Well, it’s not just about keeping women safe. It’s about having a place where people can be themselves. We have lots of different sorts of relationships.”

“Like what?”

“Hmm, well, two of my brothers share a woman.”

“What?”

“Yeah. And no one bats an eye because they’re not the only ones in a relationship like that. We have an active BDSM community with our own BDSM club in Haven.”

“Are you a Dom?”

“No. But when I find someone special, I will look after her just like my brothers look after their women. She’ll be taken care of, safe, healthy, and happy. I’ll make sure of it.” He yawned. “I’m beat. Someone wore me out.”

“Who was that?” she asked with mock-innocence.

“Brat.” He tickled her sides.