Chapter 22
CHAPTER 22
Tagger
Pris is naked next to me, and I’m somehow supposed to keep my hands or, more importantly, my mouth to myself.
Tucked under my arm, she’s been napping for almost an hour during the storm. But I’m patient. Barely.
It’s a trait I’ve honed since working in finance. The markets move at the speed of light. Thinking quickly on my feet is a given, but studying and predicting what will hit next comes with patience.
It’s peaceful, with the rain falling, the tapping on the roof, and the drops splashing in puddles outside the doors. The animals below don’t even bother me, though the smell takes some acquiring. It’s strange the things I’d forgotten about after being away.
As I look around the loft, it’s kind of cute how she’s made the most of the space. It’s girly with frills and bows, the pink bookcase, and the little glass lamp with the flowers on it sitting on top. It’s the perfect spot to get away since there’s no way her dad can climb that ladder with his bad knee. I’ve never been in her bedroom, but I imagine this is one of the few spaces just for her. Since her mom passed, it’s only Pris and men out here on the ranch.
That makes it even more impressive that she’s the boss. But as I get to know her better, as the woman and not the kid sister, it doesn’t surprise me.
Her nails gently scrape over my chest, and I hear her sleepyhead voice ask, “Did you stay awake the whole time?”
“I couldn’t sleep.” I glance down at her and smile. She’s just as beautiful waking up as she always is.
“Too much on your mind?”
“No. Just didn’t want to miss any of this.”
Pushing up on her elbow, she widens her eyes as she stares at me in disbelief. “This? As in time with me?”
I tuck some of the wilder hair strands behind her ear. “Yes. I’m only here until Wednesday. I can sleep on the plane or at night when I’m back at my folk’s place. With you, I want to remember everything, even how you look sleeping.”
“You’re very charming, Mr. Grange.” She slides on top of me. There’s no hiding that even being next to her gets me hard, much less when she’s on top of me. Perky tits, curvy hips, and that smile that hasn’t left her face since I showed up earlier today. It was even there when she was asleep. “And so ready for me.”
She presses her hands to my chest and lifts. With our eyes fixed on each other, I adjust my dick to position the tip at her entrance. “Wait, we need birth control. I didn’t come here thinking I was getting laid . . .”
Leaning down, she kisses me and then whispers against my lips, “I’m on the pill.” She kisses me again, but instead of getting distracted by the soft plushness of her lips like I usually do, my mind ticks through what she said. The pressure grows along with parts of my body as if that were possible since I’m already as hard as steel for this woman, but I need to know. I carefully remove her from my mouth and tilt back to look her in the eyes. “Why are you on the pill if you haven’t had sex in years?”
She shrugs. “I’m an optimist.”
Unexpected.
Blunt.
Honest.
There’s no one like her.
I grab her waist and flip her onto the mattress because I’m good with that. Wedging her knees farther apart, I settle between her legs and angle my cock until it’s right where I want it. “Hey,” I say, our lips just a breath away. “I’ll go slow, but you tell me if it’s too much. Okay?”
She wiggles just enough to put space between us, and then her fingertips press to my shoulders. “You’re making me nervous, Tagger.”
My chest tightens, and doubts start to creep in. She claims she’s unbreakable. But resting my weight on my elbows, I look down at her. She’s so much smaller when she’s under my big frame. Careful needs to be my mantra, which is new for me. It’s an act to get off. With her, it feels like more, more than myself and my heart are involved. Maybe this isn’t sex.
Are we making love?
Yes. That’s what I want with her instead of this solely being a physical act. It’s all coming together. Oh fuck, this is a first.
Do I want to be connected to her with strings attached?
Yes.
Yeah, I fucking do, in ways I’ve never wanted with anyone else. It’s got to be that mouth of hers that’s caused this—snarky and self-assured, so fucking kissable, and the way she went down on me . . . it was the best blow job I’ve ever had. I’m surprised her killer skills didn’t send me to an early grave.
I stare at her as the revelation clears any doubts I might have had. The features of her face are delicate—the bridge of her nose, the bow at the top of her lips, and even the chin that gives her a heart-shaped face. I kiss her cheek, then next to her eye, her forehead, and find her lips again. If I could kiss her heart, I would. Instead, I vow to protect it. “Don’t be, babe. I’m going to make you feel so good.” It’s the minutest of nods, but her eyes are set on mine, and I can’t find any hesitation inside when searching. I shift my hips, putting gentle pressure against her entrance. I kiss her, our tongues caressing, my hand stroking her face, and push in.
A gasp juts her head back into the pillow. Her eyes close, and her nails dig into my skin. I freeze in place, regretting not spending more time to prepare her.
She appears to catch her breath and is ready to go when she opens her eyes again. A hard swallow is followed by a sweet smile. Reaching up, she cups my cheek and runs her thumb back and forth as if soothing me when I know she’s the one who could be hurt. “I’m okay, babe. Slow is good, but I want you to move. I need you to.”
Relief washes through me, and I begin to relax. It’s going to be okay. Inch by inch. Slow. Steady. I push in. She sucks in another breath, but this time, her eyes stay on mine, reassuring me when it’s her I’m concerned about. She whispers, “You feel so good.”
The heat of her body, the tightness of her pussy—it’s so much all at once, too much—the feel of her begins to consume my thoughts, making me reckless as I push to my limit. Her knees squeeze, causing me to stop and drop my head down just to sink into this feeling even more. I take a breath and look up again. “God, you feel amazing.”
“Yeah?” she asks, unsure. Uncertainty should never exist in her voice. I have to do better. Now is the time.
I nuzzle against her neck for her, but also for me. Her skin is soft, opposed to the roughness of mine. “It feels incredible to be inside you, to be bonded this way.”
The feel of her cheek rising against mine has me shifting back to pull out almost entirely. Her arms wrap around my neck. She kisses my temple, and whispers, “You’re going to be stuck with me if you keep that up.”
“I want that so fucking much.” Knowing she’s acclimated to me, I push back in and force a moan right out of her. With each thrust, she becomes more confident and moves how it feels best for her. A gyrate of her hips, a buck when I touch her clit, and the tightening of her arms around me give her leverage to fuck me right back.
She takes every thrust I give, then scrapes her nails down my back as my name becomes one of praise and begging all at once. The embrace of her body around mine makes me want to go faster and then harder to reach that peak we’re climbing.
“Oh God, yes, yes, yes. Tag, yes,” she murmurs with her hair falling loosely around her shoulders. She’s always such a stunning sight. Being inside her almost becomes too much to bear.
It’s a fucking glorious sight—her tits bouncing on her chest, her mouth wide and ready for me to fuck again, the moans filling my ears, and the push of her pussy against the base of my dick.
Too much to hold back, I lose control of my better senses, giving in to the devil and the darkness when the light evades. I fuck and fuck and thrust until her body trembles around mine, squeezing my cock so tight that I come with her, my release exploding deep inside her heat. “Fuck,” I start, pushing up on my hands and pumping in and out, though my breathing staggers in my throat. “So good, baby.”
The rush has vanquished, leaving me empty of energy, so I collapse on top of her. Kissing her shoulder and neck and that curve between, I then drop my head to the mattress.
As I take a deep breath, it’s cut short when I feel her hands pushing against me. “Babe, I can’t breathe.”
“Oh shit.” Rushing to fall to the side of her, I land on my back. “Sorry.”
“It’s okay. I like the weight.” She rolls onto her side, draping her arm over my midsection. “You’re like a human weighted blanket. Comfort. That is, until I can’t breathe.”
“I lost myself in you.” I chuckle with my arm under her, rubbing her back with my hand. “You drive me wild, woman.”
“There are worse things that could happen.” She releases a deep breath and closes her eyes. “It’s wild that something that feels so good and so intense but only lasts a minute can wear you out so much.”
My hand stills as her words sink in. I’m not offended per se . . . “It was longer than a minute.”
She bursts out laughing, her back arching, and those beautiful tits of hers jiggling and becoming a major distraction to my argument. Patting my chest, she looks up at me. “Yes, it was longer than a minute.”
It doesn’t matter that I sense a hint of condescension because I won that battle. But she’s winning me over. I angle toward her and scoot lower so I can appreciate these breasts of hers. I hold one and knead it before dipping down and flicking the nipple with my tongue.
Her hand settles on the back of my head and slides to my neck, holding me there. I kiss her pink tips until goose bumps populate, and she struggles not to wriggle her hips, seeking relief.
“My sweet girl.” I could fuck her with my finger again, but I want to taste her this time. “You want more? I’ll give you what you want, what you need.”
I bend over her and put my mouth over those supple lower lips of hers. Swiping the tip of my tongue through the top of her folds, I tease her wanton bud and suck until she bucks against me.
Using my body, I still her. I don’t take prisoners, and I want her too much to take my time. I go right for the prize and add another finger. She pulls my hair as her moans become more frequent. I fuck the bed beside her while pleasuring her to the extent of calling my name louder and louder. It’s when she can’t help jolting her hips off the bed that I French-kiss her clit and then nip.
The first tremor sends her quivering in bliss. And when she melts to the mattress, I’m pulled to go higher to be closer to her. I give her one more kiss on her lower lips before turning my attention to her mouth. Taking full possession, I kiss her and go deeper while her body squirms beneath me, moaning into my mouth.
When her body calms and her muscles ease, I pull back to see her tugging that swollen bottom lip of hers under her teeth. I fall to the side, lying next to her, allowing her to get the best of me before I even have a chance to release. It doesn’t matter, only she does. Resting my arm over my head, I close my eyes, still tasting her on my lips.
“That was naughty,” she says, and a gentle poke to my ribs makes me smile.
“Too far?” I ask, my eyes still closed as the adrenaline drains from my body.
Snuggling against my side, she kisses my pec. “No. I liked it more than I expected.”
I spy on her through one open eye. “The sex?”
“The last part.”
I curl her in my arm and kiss her forehead. “I like you, babe. A lot.”
I score that grand prize smile of hers and laugh. “Who knew all I needed was a six-foot-three hunk of a man to make me come for my life to be sunshine and roses, even when it’s rainy outside?”
“I could have told you that.”
She snorts. “I’m sure you could’ve.” Propping herself on my chest, she says, “This has been one of the best days of my life.”
That hits deep and tightens my chest. I bring my other arm over so I’m holding all of her. “One of?” I tease with a smirk.
“Sorry, but winning the barrel races junior year gives it a solid run for the money.”
I lean over, making sure her eyes are firmly on mine when I say, “I’m going to secure first place if it’s the last thing I do before leaving Peachtree Pass.”
“Promise?” She waggles her brows.
“Swear on my life.”