17. Chapter 17
Chapter 17
Ginny
We ride out to the edge of town. I have no idea where we’re going, but it’s not my home, so I’m going to do what he’s tried to get me to do all day—lean into it and just enjoy.
When he stops, we’re in a giant grassy area under a weeping willow next to a pond. We get off the bike and Joker lifts my seat and pulls out a blanket, spreading it on the ground.
“Where are we?”
“The Carmichael Ranch. I found this place a while back riding four-wheelers with Preacher and Sam.”
“I thought you and Sammy were enemies.”
“Nah,” he laughs. “Only when he has to pretend that he’s upset with me for official reasons. He’s a good guy.”
“I hear he’s leaving us soon. How’s Preacher feel about that?”
“Like a papa bear losing a cub. He treats all the Carmichael boys like his own and when they fly the ranch, he takes it personally. But you know Sam, he was never going to saddle up and be a cowboy.”
“No, not him. Preacher has a way of taking care of strays, doesn’t he? It’s what he did with Trish and her momma.”
“And what he’s continued to do out here on the ranch.”
Joker sits down on the blanket and holds his hand out to me, helping me down. He positions me between his legs, so I’m leaning against his chest with his arms wrapped around me.
“Should we be here?” I ask, taking in the view of the overhanging tree and pond with the mountains in the background.
“Preacher said I could use it anytime I wanted. No one but the family knows it’s out here.”
“It’s really peaceful.”
“It is,” he replies, brushing the hair off my neck and kissing me right below my ear.
Shivering, I ask, “What are you doing?”
“Kissing your neck,” he says against my skin.
“We can’t do this here. What if someone sees?”
“It’s dinnertime at the big house. No one is out here, Beautiful. We’re alone.”
“But—”
“No buts. We’re covered.” He reaches behind us and grabs the second blanket, covering my front. “There. Now I’m the only one that can see.”
He runs his hand down my belly to the hem of my shirt, lifting it enough to run his thumb against the newly exposed skin.
“What are you doing?” I ask breathlessly.
“My plan is to make you feel good,” he tells me quietly, unbuttoning the top of my jeans and lowering the zipper.
“How?”
“Let me show you.”
His hand slides down my stomach and underneath my panties, stopping to caress my lower belly.
“I love this part of you.”
I close my eyes, taking in his words. When his fingers reach the top of my pussy, I hold my breath. He’s going to finger me right here? With my pants still on? His fingers slide even lower, gliding through my already wet slit.
“Joker,” I gasp out when his thumb makes contact with my clit.
“Do you want me to stop, Beautiful?” he asks, the tip of his middle finger dipping into my opening.
“No.”
“Good girl.”
With his middle finger thrusting in and out and his thumb rubbing circles on my clit, I know it’s only a matter of minutes before I explode on his hand. My fingers grip his thighs, holding on. My breathing increases, and my head’s on his shoulder, with my face turned to his neck. Without thought, I lick his skin, which makes him increase his speed between my legs.
“Do it again,” he rasps.
But I don’t just lick him. I kiss up and down his throat, earning a groan from him. Gently biting the skin at the juncture of his neck and shoulder, he jerks his head away, turning his face to mine, our lips meeting and tangling for dominance.
I only give up when I feel the tingles race up my spine and across my scalp.
“ Harrison, ” I cry out as the orgasm rips through my body.
“That’s it. Let me feel you come all over my hand,” he commands.
His fingers don’t stop their glorious torture until every last drop of pleasure has been wrung from my body and I slump against him, no longer able to hold my head up. But I want more.
“When I can feel my legs again,” I roll my head to look at him, “I want to return the favor.”
“Only if you want to.”
“I want to,” I assure him.
I can feel his hard cock on my lower back. The man’s super control boggles my mind, but I’m going to give him the best head he’s ever had. Keeping my promise, as soon as I can feel my legs, I slide down his body until I’m on the blanket facing him instead of away. He adjusts the blanket that was covering me, and I undo his jeans. He assists, raising his hips enough that I can pull them down far enough to release his cock. It bounces against his stomach, looking almost painfully hard, but I know I can make him feel better.
“Fuck! Ginny,” he grunts with the first lick of my tongue against his sensitive flesh. I run my tongue from root to tip, licking up the salty bead of pre-cum, the tangy flavor hitting my tastebuds and making me crave more.
With one hand cupping his balls and the other circling his shaft, I lower my mouth over his cock, getting wet at the sounds he’s making. I close my lips around him and suck. My mouth hitting my fisted hand and working him over fully. I’m just getting into a groove when he pulls me off and flips me over to my back.
“Enough,” he growls, pulling my jeans and panties down my legs. “You’re too fucking good at that.”
With my jeans completely off one leg and pushed down to my knee on the other, he spreads my thighs and runs the tip of his cock through my folds.
“This isn’t going to be gentle, Beautiful. Need you too bad.”
I lift my hips in offering to him, and he takes it, thrusting inside me in one long stroke. He gives me only a few seconds to adjust to the intrusion before he’s using my own wetness in his favor to slide in and out of my pussy. He hikes one leg up over his hip to change the angle, and when he does, I moan as my eyes close without my permission. He’s hitting that spot. The one that makes magic things happen to my body.
With no warning, my orgasm rips through me, and I open my mouth, but only a silent scream comes out. I feel the flood of my release, and it only turns him on more. I can feel him growing harder inside of me, my walls clamping down, trying to hold him to me.
“Gonna come again for me. Understand?”
With no pause, my orgasm continues on and on, the waves of pleasure taking me by surprise. When he grips my hips and rolls, I gasp, but I’m now on top, riding him. My hands land on his chest, and I use the leverage to change the angle again.
“Fuck, you feel so good.” He groans, his head thrown back, his hands gripping my hips hard enough there might be marks. “Touch yourself. You’re going to fucking come again.”
With no hesitancy, I remove a hand from his chest and drag my fingers down his stomach until they are at the place our bodies are connected. His eyes are laser focused on my hand, and I lean back on his lifted knees to give him a better view. I split my fingers in two around his cock.
“Shit,” he curses. “Fuck.”
When they’ve gathered up my own wetness, I move them to my clit and apply pressure. Small circles. My hand is barely moving, but I feel it everywhere. I look at his face, his eyes hooded, his cheeks flushed, and his bottom lip between his teeth. Just watching him could make me come again.
“Harrison,” I whisper as the first ripples of another orgasm happen.
“Yes, Beautiful. Now. I need you to do it now. And milk my cock dry.”
He starts to pump up into me harder, and my fingers apply more pressure to my clit.
This is it. I’m lost to all the sensations. I close my eyes as fireworks explode behind my eyelids, and I groan his name. I feel him stiffen under me and open my eyes just in time to see his close as the pleasure takes him. I feel his release before I slump onto his chest, both of us breathing hard.
“Thank you,” he says into my hair, kissing the top of my head. “Thank you.”
I have no idea what he’s thanking me for. He’s the one that just gave me three orgasms, I feel like I should be thanking him. But I’m too spent to speak or move right now, so we stay like that, still connected, his hands lazily rubbing the tops of my thighs to my hips, like he still can’t bear to not be touching me. If we could stay like this forever, I think I’d be okay with that.
When we’ve cleaned up and readjusted our clothes, we’re back on the blanket. Joker’s on his back and I’m curled up on his arm, my leg tangled with his.
“Tell me about the moving-out hunt,” he asks after we’ve laid there quietly for a few minutes.
“Mom doesn’t want me to go, Dad wants me to do what I need to do, and there’s nothing available in my price range that isn’t right next door to where I was.”
“You can’t move back there.”
“Are you commiserating or telling me?” I lift my head to look at him, my brow raised.
He smirks, no remorse at all. “How about speaking my inner thoughts out loud? And you’d feel guilty if I went to jail for killing that no good fucker.”
I laugh, patting his chest. “No worries, big guy. I don’t want to be any closer to him than I have to be. But I have to get out of my parents’.”
“Is it really that bad?”
“It’s suffocating. I can’t take a shower that’s longer than ten minutes without Mom banging on the door asking if I’m alright. What the fuck am I going to do? Silently fall? And any noise out of my room after ten at night ends with her knocking to ask if I’m okay. I don’t even know how she hears anything!”
“She hears everything?”
“Yes, everything. And yes, that includes my…uh…things that use batteries. Which I can’t use because she hears them and wants to yell at me through the door.”
“Are you telling me you haven’t—”
“Gotten off before this morning since I moved home because my mother keeps interrupting me and I’ve decided it’s just not fucking worth it?”
He nods, silently conveying his apologies.
“That’s exactly what I’m saying.”
“We’ve got to get you out of there.”
“Agreed. But to where? All of my friends are shacked up or already have roomies.”
“I’m not.”
I sit up, looking at him. “Are you asking me to move in with you?”
“I think I might be?”
“You think, or you know?”
“I think when you’re ready, my home is your home.”
That he knows I’m nowhere near ready to jump into another living situation relaxes me and I settle back in his arms.
“I’ll never force you into something you aren’t ready for, Beautiful. But I do want you to know that when you decide you are ready, and you deem me worthy enough, I’ll make sure you never regret it.”
“Thank you. I appreciate that.”
“I feel I also need to point out that there’s a key under the planter on the back porch and anytime you need to get off, my bed is at your service.”
“Joker!” I laugh, smacking his chest.
“What? I need you relaxed, babe. Holding all that tension in with no outlet isn’t healthy. I’m just thinking about you and your health!”
“Keep telling yourself that, bud.”
We end the night laughing, and when he drops me off at home, well before ten o’clock, even my mom can’t annoy me. It was a good day.