Chapter Seven
CHAPTER SEVEN
Annie was sure her heart was about to leap from her chest. For long months she’d dreamed of being back in Brody’s muscled arms, feeling his hardness pressed against her as his lips devoured hers in a crushing kiss. There had been times she thought she’d never see him again, but she’d fought through the fear and seemingly unsurmountable obstacles and made it happen.
Suddenly he pulled back, stared down at her, then sweeping her up he carried her to the back of the barn, yanking a horse blanket off a rack on his way.
“Don’t worry, it’s just been laundered,” he murmured, kicking open a door.
After being in the bright sunshine the room was dark, but she knew it was where he kept the shavings. Dropping the blanket, he stood her on her feet and kissed her again, but slowly and lovingly, then lifted her T-shirt over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and he paused to run his fingertips over her bounteous breasts.
But the respite was momentary.
Their aching need for each other took control.
Fumbling and stumbling, they hastily undressed, then he flapped out the blanket on top of the soft shavings and pulled her down with him.
“Damn, Annie, I’ve missed you like crazy,” he grunted, leaning over her and kissing her neck.
“Me too, I’ve wanted to come home for so long, but I was trapped.”
“You’re here now, that’s all that matters,” he said softly as he caressed her luscious mounds. “You can tell me everything later. Right now—”
“Right now I need you,” she bleated, raising her chest as he lowered his lips to her nipples.
Drawing them into his mouth, he softly sucked, then lightly nipped, eliciting a long, low moan.
“Brody, I’ve missed you…I’ve missed you so much.”
“I’ve missed you too, baby,” he murmured, slipping his fingers into her sex to rub her clit. “You’re so wet.”
“I want you. I’ve wanted you for so long.”
She suddenly wrapped her fingers around his hardness sending the blood pumping through his veins. Letting out a groan, he hastily pushed her hand away, then moved on top of her and placed himself at her entrance.
“Annie,” he whispered, pushing inside her, “I still love you, baby.”
“I love you too…I’ve never stopped…not for a second.”
Kissing her fervently, he began to stroke, savoring the feel of her slick channel and her puckered nipples against his chest, but wanting their coupling to last, he slowed, then stopped, staying buried inside her.
“It sure is good to see you again—all of you,” he mumbled with a grin.
“Back at ya, handsome.”
Moving her arms around his neck, she pulled his head down, glided her lips over his and slipped her tongue between his teeth. The kiss seemed to last forever, as if she was so hungry she couldn’t get enough, until he pulled back and stared down at her.
“I’m not goin’ anywhere, baby,” he promised, then began to pump again, but with strong, robust strokes.
“Take me,” she gasped. “Take me, possess me like you used to.”
Swiftly withdrawing, he deftly flipped her over, gripped her hips and yanked them into his pelvis.
“Are you ready?” he asked huskily as he slid back into her warmth.
“Yes, yes, please.”
“I’m gonna fuck you until you come, but you know the rules,” he said sternly, slapping her backside.
“Yes, sir, I have to ask.”
“That’s my girl,” he grunted, landing several more hard swats.
As she let out a squeal and he gazed down at his red handprints, he flashed back to the many times she’d been over his lap, squirming as he’d spanked her, then groaning when he’d massaged her clit. With the salacious memory rippling through him, he slowly stroked, then gradually increased his pace, occasionally slipping a hand beneath her to rub her sensitive nub.
“Please, sir, please,” she suddenly wailed.
“Please, what?”
“Please fuck me hard? Please…”
With her ardent plea sending energy through his loins, he quickened his pace, fervently thrusting until her cries told him her climax was building. But he wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold out.
“Please, sir, please can I come?”
“God, yes,” he groaned as his orgasm threatened.
As the spasms seized her and she let out a series of wild wails, Brody knew there was no holding back. Gripping her tightly, he pounded her pussy, growling loudly as he erupted. The cascading convulsions seemed never-ending, each one stronger than the last…until they finally petered out. With his heart pounding and trying to catch his breath, he slipped out and fell beside her.
“Are you okay?” she murmured, resting her head in the hollow of his shoulder.
“Uh…I’m not sure,” he panted. “That was like…uh…intense.”
“Me too. For a minute I thought I was going to pass out.”
“I don’t know what’s goin’ on with you, but Annie, what we have…”
“Yeah, I know, what we have, it’s real.”
“Damn sure is.”
“I don’t want to leave you again,” she whispered with a sniffle.
Abruptly realizing she’d begun to cry, he tightened his hold.
“Hey, baby, we’ll figure things out together. You can still be the star you always wanted to be…the one you’ve become. It doesn’t mean we have to be apart. Maybe when you’re on tour, but—”
“It’s not that simple. Things are really messed up, and, uh, weird.”
“Weird?” he repeated. “Are you with someone else? Someone important.”
“No, no, not like that. I haven’t been with anyone, except once, and I was drunk.”
“Bad girl.”
“Yeah, well, it happened, and I’m not going to lie to you. But there’s other stuff. Bad stuff.”
“Let’s just stay like we are for a few minutes. I’ll finish what I need to do here, then we’ll go back to the house and you can tell me all about it. I’m sure things aren’t as bad as you think.”
“But, Brody…they are. Maybe even worse.”