Into the Sun (Sovereign Mountain #4)

Chapter 1

CHAPTER ONE

DELLA

His grip is strong on the backs of my thighs.

The curls in my fingers are half gray, half brown now. Things have changed, slowly. Our lives and bodies are different. But one thing has remained the same: Jensen Childress eats pussy like he’s got something to prove.

My spine arches, leaving a little space between my damp skin and the sheet.

The late afternoon sun cuts through the window, falling across his naked shoulders.

I’m trying to soak everything in, to enjoy how handsome he is laid out on the bed with me, head between my legs.

But God, he makes it hard to think of anything at all when he fucks me with his tongue.

Everyone is gone, the ranch empty. The minute the truck doors shut and our eldest daughter, Delia, drove off, he turned and gave me that look. Heart thumping, I ran into the front hall and up the bedroom stairs, like I could possibly get away from him.

He caught me in the hallway, pushing me against the wall, kissing my mouth, my neck, dropping to his knees to push up my skirt.

He ate me out like that, one leg over his shoulder until I couldn’t stay upright any longer. Then, he took me to our bed and stripped my clothes off, falling between my legs.

He swipes his tongue over my clit, sucking it between his teeth, blending pain with my pleasure.

My nail scrape over his shoulder. My eyes roll back as I come, pleasure breaking a sweat down my breasts.

It’s so hot today, but I’d be sweating anyway.

In the last hour, he’s made me come six times. I’m dizzy, breathless from it.

“Jensen,” I gasp, tumbling down from another crest of pleasure.

He lifts his head, pale eyes drunk.

“What, baby?” He runs a hand over his mouth.

“I need a break.”

He gets up, sitting back on his heels. His shirt is open, but he’s still in his pants. The hard ridge of his cock lays against his thigh, restrained for now. Eyes on mine, he slips two fingers into my pussy, sending aftershocks through my body.

“One more,” he says.

I bite my lower lip, shivering as he finds that sweet spot.

“No mouth this time,” he says, leaning in to brace a hand on the bed. “Come on my fingers, and you get to take a break.”

I start to protest, but he braces his thumb just above my clit and starts fingerfucking me, slow and deep.

“Please,” I burst out, hips rising.

He shakes his head. “No, baby, you take it for me, alright?”

I bite my lip harder, jaw clenching. It’s too much. I’m so overstimulated, tears are slipping down my temples. He does this a lot—makes me come until I cry, until my pussy is so sensitive to the touch, I’m begging for mercy.

“I can’t,” I cry out.

He’s braced on the bed, face less than a foot above mine. “Yes, you can. You can take it. Breathe for me. That’s right…in…out. Good, that’s my girl.”

My head is spinning, heat rising. I’m sweating down my quivering stomach, thighs tight, lifting me off the bed.

When release comes, it’s less pleasure and more of a hard, twisting pulse ripping through my body.

My pussy throbs like it’s trying to push his fingers out.

Distantly, I feel I’m spilling arousal out over his hand, in short pumps that soak the sheets.

Then, it’s over. A sense of accomplishment steals over me. Hazily, I watch through heavy eyes as he uses his knee to push my thighs open and unzips his pants. His cock is so hard, he’s already leaking from the tip. Eyes on me, he spits in his palm and runs it up his length.

He doesn’t need it; I’m soaked.

His body sinks between my thighs, and I take him easily, fully relaxed.

There’s a second when our faces hover close.

His mouth brushes mine, and I taste my pussy on his lips.

Our breath mingles. Then, he thrusts, taking my body and my mouth at the same time, pushing his tongue between my teeth as his cock bottoms out in my pussy.

It hurts so damn good.

“Fuck,” he groans as he pulls back, pausing long enough to flip my knee over his elbow. Then—bam, bam, bam. He’s got the bed hammering into the wall like this is the first time we’ve ever fucked. The house is empty right now. There’s nobody to worry about but each other.

God, it feels good to be alone like this. His body is warm enough to make me sweat, warm drops glistening down my stomach to where our bodies join.

He bends in hard, compressing my body. One of my legs curls around his body, the other crooked over his arm. Hips pumping, he’s as deep as he can get.

“Baby,” he pants.

I can’t answer, but he knows by the tremor of my lips that I can take more.

“Open,” he breathes.

My lips part, letting him spit into my mouth before he kisses me hard and thoroughly, eating my breath, consuming my lungs.

He’s so far up in me, it’s a wonder he doesn’t taste himself on my tongue.

One of his hands grips my jaw and closes my lips, forcing me to swallow.

He doesn’t need to. I’d do it anyway, but I love the roughness of it.

“Fuck—good girl.” His jaw ripples as he thrusts.

Then, he pulls out and flips me onto my stomach, using his knee to push one leg open.

His body covers mine, and I bury my face in the pillow as he slides back inside, filling me with familiar heat and hardness.

His hips angle, getting in deep. Then, he starts fucking me into the mattress with his usual vigor.

Relentless, driving us to something wild, euphoric.

“Fuck, baby, you take me so good,” he pants, breath hot on my neck.

I can’t answer. I’m so overstimulated, so wet, that all I can do is shake under him.

He slides his free hand up my spine, gripping my hair, and pulls my head to the side.

His kisses press to my temple. His body flows against mine in waves.

Deep inside, I feel those little twinges of discomfort as he goes so hard, I can barely take him.

Then, he groans, stuttering. I lay beneath him, basking in the pleasure of letting him come inside me. His head droops, mouth on my shoulder.

“You felt so fucking good, baby,” he says.

I hum, unable to speak yet. My soul is still settling back into my body. He rolls me onto my side and pulls me into him, one hand resting on my hip.

“Good game,” he murmurs.

I laugh, breathless. From the moment we first fell into bed together, we’ve had sizzling chemistry. But over the years, it’s gotten so damn good, so easy, because we know each other’s bodies better than our own.

I never anticipated sex could be this good every time, just effortlessly satisfying and intimate.

“You want me to wash your hair?” he asks, sitting up.

“Sure.”

I lay on my back, enjoying the sight of him crossing the room to duck into the bathroom. When he comes out, he’s got a rag, and he’s wiping his face, ruffling his hair.

“Need this fucking heat to break,” he says.

“I don’t mind the benefits,” I murmur, smiling.

He leans over, flipping me over to slap my ass. “That’s true. I am getting laid near about every afternoon. Not much else to do this time of year with the animals put up and the fucking heat advisory every day.”

“And then some at night,” I remind him, getting up and making sure he has a prime view of my ass as I disappear into the bathroom. He’s hot on my heels, stepping into the shower just behind me.

His hands skim over my upper arms, pulling me back against his chest.

“I love the little lulls when we get to see each other more,” I whisper.

His dick answers before he does, rising against the curve of my lower back. I tilt my head, giving him a look.

“I only went one round,” he says, shrugging.

Turning, I wrap my hand around the base of his cock, applying pressure.

His lids flicker, lowering in that look that betrays him—he’s not satisfied.

My other hand runs down his side, tracing the cross tattoo, then back up to the bullseye around his pectoral muscle.

They’ve faded even more over the years, too much baking in the sun and rubbing against the inside of his shirt.

I love that, the real, rawness of his body.

I lift my eyes, meeting his gaze through lowered lashes, and start jerking him slowly, pumping up his length, over the head, then back down.

A muscle in his jaw flickers. I run my hand up to his neck, enjoying the way the tendons tense beneath my fingers.

Abruptly, he leans in, taking me by the jaw, and kisses my mouth.

He’s consuming my breath, getting me just as turned on as I was before we started.

I break away, sinking to my knees.

“Fuck,” he murmurs, reaching up blindly to push the showerhead aside.

That word, forced out from between his teeth, has my nipples hard. I take his wrist and guide his palm to the back of my head. His fingers seize, gripping me hard enough to turn me on, but not enough to hurt. With my right hand, I pull his cock lower, unfurling my tongue to swipe up the underside.

“God, just like that,” he lets out.

Looking up, I hold contact with those pale blue eyes I know so well.

The fire never left, the tingling excitement they stir in me.

They’re so clear, so transparent, that I see lust clouding them like smoke as I drag my tongue up the tattooed Ruger on the underside of his cock.

Up, down, flicking the tip of my tongue just beneath the head.

I pull out, licking the salt off the tip. “Fuck my mouth?”

He groans, tightening his grip on the back of my head. I relax my jaw, letting him take control. Slowly, watching every inch, he pushes his cock into my mouth, all the way to his groin. I can’t breathe, but I hold still, keeping eye contact with him.

“Such a pretty bitch, on your knees with your mouth full of cock,” he murmurs. “Let’s see how long you can take it for me.”