Chapter 9
ETTA
My hands are trembling as I brush my teeth and get ready for bed. Not from the rattle of the four-wheeler on the drive home. That was a blast. But it's as if something shifted inside me simply from having my arms around Boss for so long.
It’s as if we bonded. Got comfortable together. My mind is catching up with my body and acknowledging that I really want to be with him. It's still so early, and I should think about this for at least a week more, but… I don’t want to.
I guess the vibration of the motor also shook loose my inhibitions.
I don't have to know that Boss is the one forever, just the one for right now. To learn with. Experiment with. And definitely share my first time with.
The man is so unbelievably sexy that I don't feel any hesitation or nervousness at trying something new. He cares for me with every word, every touch.
My lips purse as I exhale slowly. I just have to be clear when I tell him what I want. Sure. No problem. How do I do that?
Remember how sexy it was when we were messing around in the shower yesterday? Can we do more of that, but in your bed?
Yikes. That sounds desperate.
Hey, I know we technically barely know each other, but I feel like I've known you a lot longer, so what the heck, let's have sex.
Ugh, still not quite right. I run my fingers through my hair, then shake it out so it doesn't look perfectly brushed. Then I glide on a bit of lip balm and square my shoulders. He'll understand that I'm awkward. I hope.
I walk into the bedroom just as Boss is getting settled in. The light is dim, with just one bedside lamp. He turns to look at me, giving a low whistle. Instantly, I burst into laughter.
"What?" He flips open the covers so I can slide in. "I'm not allowed to admire the stunning woman who just dropped into my life?"
"No, I was thinking that was a classic wolf whistle. And you're…you know…a Wolfe."
He chuckles with me. "Yeah. I am."
"You mentioned your big family. Do they live around here?"
"Most of them live on Wolfe Mountain."
“Yeah, right.” I laugh again, then stop. "Wait. You're not kidding?"
"Not at all. They settled there years ago, named the mountain, started a ton of different businesses. These days they support several towns."
I reach out to stroke his stubbed jaw. "Let me guess. You wanted to be your own man. Carve your own path. Make your own trail. All that wild mountain man stuff."
He nods. “More or less." His eyes drop. "Also, I was sick of my mother's well-meaning friends shoving their daughters in my direction.
Tired of it being a major announcement whenever a woman arrived in town.
" He sticks his tongue out to the side, rolling his eyes.
“I didn't like being treated like the catch of the day at a snobby restaurant because of my last name. " He scowls at my smirk.
"Are you kidding? Boss and Falcon are way cooler than your last name."
"Yeah? Well, what does the name Etta mean, anyway?"
Now I pull a face. "Ugh. Supposedly it means the ruler of the home.
" I sigh, my hand dropping to the bed. "But I've never had a home.
Just lived in my mother's house – which she wouldn't let me forget for a second belonged to her, therefore her rules were law – and my father's, where he just tried to get me to do all of the work for him. "
"I'm so sorry, baby. That's awful." His frown dissolves into another one of those grins that light up his eyes and highlight his perfect jawline. “Hey, I saw that you organized the junk drawer in the kitchen. I love that you’re making yourself at home here.”
“I figure any system is better than none. And it’s a lovely home. It deserves a system.”
Boss lifts my hand, placing it on his bare chest. The rhythm of his heart seems a bit quick for a man who's lying down. "This is what you do to me," he says quietly. “This is what happens when I think of you staying here in my home with me."
He leans closer, slipping his hands into the back of my hair, pulling us together for a soft, light kiss. It feels like I'm floating as our breath mingles and our limbs draw together.
He tips my head back with a groan, his mouth wandering all over my neck, my collar bones, the top of my breasts. "So sexy," he groans. "I'll stop in a minute, beautiful, I promise. Just let me admire you a bit longer."
This is the part where I can tell him what I want. Why do the words stick in my throat? The second he senses my hesitation, Boss pulls away. "I'm so sorry. I'll stop."
I shake my head. "That's the thing, though. I'm trying to find a polite way to tell you that you don't have to stop. At all."
A soft grinding noise emanates from his throat, and his dark eyes blaze. "Positive?"
"Yeah."
"And… You said you're on the pill?"
"Yeah."
His huge hand slides up, his thumb grazing my cheek. “Baby, I've been holding back. You’re so fucking sexy it's like I’m in a trance. It's like this side of myself didn't even exist until you appeared."
I nod. "I think that's what I feel, too."
"So…fair warning… If you tell me I'm allowed to let loose, I will."
My heel drags up his calf. "That's exactly what I want. I think I’ve wanted it from the first second we met."
He rolls me gently onto my back, his free hand kneading my hip. "A goddess." His sultry smile is melting my nervousness. Shivering under his touch, his fingertips stroking my hair, I feel like I'm falling into a haze. I can feel his firm, warm erection against me through his shorts.
"I might be brand new at this, but I think we need to get some clothing off first," I giggle.
Boss pushes the covers away, then slowly pulls off my tank top. My left nipple is exposed for barely a heartbeat before his lips fasten around it, licking and sucking gently as he pinches the other. I'm so aroused I’m dizzy. Can lust make a girl delirious?
He switches to the other side, and I'm so lost in the sensation of his tongue running across my sensitive skin that I almost don't notice he's peeling off my underwear and sleep shorts.
He sits back on his heels, staring up and down my naked body with a half-crazed grin. "You're very pretty," he says with a devilish smile. "Beautiful face. Sexy body. But when you're naked… I'm sorry, baby. The only words that come to mind are infinitely fuckable and mine."
Why do I love how possessive he is? And why do I love the contrast of his sweet and dirty words?
Every kiss with Boss has been different. This time, as he scoops an arm under me, holding us together, I feel something deep and sultry take hold. The material of his shorts isn’t thick enough to keep me from feeling the heat of his shaft pressing against me.
My legs spread, wrapping around him as he groans. One tilt of his hips and he's rubbing against me, the pressure lighting up every nerve in my body.
"Fuck, baby," he growls. "You're so hot. I don't even know if I'll last long enough to get inside you."
I grip the back of his shoulders. "You're telling me that you control this entire ranch, this land and these men, but you can't control your own…"
"Say it baby. I want to hear you say it."
I love how rough his voice is. The way his massive body tenses. Reaching down, I grab his ass. "Your cock. You're saying you can’t control your own cock?"
His thighs and hips twitch as his mouth devours mine. He kisses me so roughly it feels like my lips might bruise, but I want more. My thighs are starting to tremble and I feel my pussy getting ready to take him, even though he's so huge it might not actually work.
I gasp as his fingers slide through my crease and I realize how wet I am already.
"Such a juicy pussy, and all mine," he murmurs thickly. "Come on my hand, baby. Because I can't stop kissing you." His tongue strokes against mine, as his callused finger strokes lightly against my clit.
With one hand on his ass and the other on the back of his shoulder, I can feel when he tenses and when he relaxes. "If I come on your fingers, will you try to stuff that big cock inside me?" I whisper.
A deep shudder rolls through him. "Yes, beautiful. I'm going to try."
"Are you going to make those same noises like when I sucked your dick in the shower?"
He shivers again. "Baby, whenever you say anything the least bit dirty, my balls get heavier."
I want to laugh, but I'm too distracted by the fire snaking through my lower belly. His huge body cages mine until I feel overwhelmed by his heat.
"I can feel you, baby," he grunts. "Feel you quivering. Feel your pussy dripping for me."
Yes, for him. For this stunning man who loves drowning me in pleasure.
His fingers press harder into my swollen button as his lips meet mine. This time my climax is a slow series of explosions, one after the other, making me shake right down to my knees. My garbled scream is muffled by his lips, and I can barely open my eyes.
Suddenly his warmth is gone. Then I squeal as his tongue thrusts inside me, the rumble of his groan of pleasure reverberating through my skin. "My girl is so fucking delicious," he growls. He scoops an arm under me to angle my hips as he fucks me with his tongue.
It's not very deep, but every single nerve ending inside ignites, making my head spin. In a blink, all the air leaves my lungs as his finger thrusts inside me, his lips locking around my clit and his tongue fluttering against it.
My breath stops. My heartbeat is clanking off-kilter as I scream a series of choked sputters. This climax is almost violent, spinning me and pulling me under, making me giddy.
Boss licks his lips, looking up at me. "I would never share you with anyone else, baby. But pictures of this perfect pink pussy would be worth millions."
"I know you're teasing, but…" My brain is shorting out from all the adrenaline. "Think… you're wrong, maybe." Staring at the ceiling, I try to breathe all the way in and out, replenishing my oxygen and calming my twitching nerves.
This time when Boss lies on top of me, he's naked. Instantly, I'm quivering from head to toe again, feeling his warm skin against mine, the hard, pulsing ridge of his cock gently resting on the wet spot between my thighs.
"Etta." His eyes meet mine. “I've never wanted anything as much as I want you right now. But unless you're positive— "
"I'm positive. I want you."
"Then I'm not fucking around. You're going to be mine forever."
I'm sure that's he’s just saying that to get us fired up. But as his thumb gently caresses my cheek, his lips brushing mine in a butterfly-soft kiss, I have to wonder…
Maybe he’s serious.