It Could Only Be You (Only In Goose Hollow #4)

Chapter 1

Chapter One

Owen

“What are we doing, Owen?”

“Silly woman, you know exactly what we’re doing, but if I must... when a man and a woman are attracted to one another—”

“Don’t be an ass.” She pushes against my chest. Although there’s a lack of effort behind the action. “You know what I mean. We said last time was the last time.”

“No. You said the last time was the last time. Of course, you said that the time before that and the time before that...”

She rolls her eyes because she knows I’m right. This isn’t the first time my best friend's baby sister and I have found ourselves in the dark, lip-locked, with our hands all over each other.

“I don’t even like you.”

“You keep tellin’ yourself that, darlin’.”

In a rare instance, I render the most stubborn woman I’ve ever known speechless as I trail kisses down her neck while simultaneously slipping her scarf from her body, letting it fall to my entryway floor.

“You aren’t my type,” she huffs, without any real conviction.

She glares at me as she unzips my Carhart jacket, pushing it off my shoulders until it’s on the floor with her scarf.

With a playful shove, I press her against the wall to get better access to the toggles on her winter coat. “Could have fooled me.”

She bats my hands away to work on her coat herself as she backs up her statement. “Let’s see, where do I start? You’re arrogant.” Her coat flies open, and my hands dive inside to rid her of it as she continues. “Annoying.”

“You love it when I annoy you.” I egg her on as she fumbles for the hem of my sweater, dragging it over my head.

“In your dreams. Although, I see you aren’t gonna try to deny the arrogance.”

Before I can reply, her fingers work on my belt buckle, and she continues her list of all the things she hates about me. Her contempt, however, doesn’t stop her efforts to get me naked.

“You are an attention-seeking whore who drinks way too much beer.”

The whooshing sound of my belt being ripped through the loops on my jeans makes my dick twitch, desperate to escape the denim prison it’s trapped in.

“Are you saying I’m getting a beer belly?” I say in jest, making a show of removing her hands from the button of my jeans as I gesture toward the six-pack I work incredibly hard for as a man in my thirties.

Her index finger tugs on the waistband of my jeans, bringing me even closer. “Don’t fish for compliments. You’re only adding to my list.”

God, I love winding her up. If I were making a list of my favorite pastimes, provoking Daisy McKinnon would be at the very top. There is simply nothing better.

Okay, that’s a lie.

There’s nothing better than being inside Daisy McKinnon.

Nothing.

She pops the button on my pants, then slowly lowers the zipper. She thinks she’s in control.

Daisy is always in control of everything in her life. Just not when she’s in my bed. Or anywhere else we may find ourselves alone.

Crossing my arms in front of my chest, I take a step away from her. “Sweater. Off.”

“Asshole.”

She doesn’t mean it. Well, she does, and she doesn’t, but there’s no venom behind her insult. She loves that I’m a goofball in the streets and a bossy asshole between the sheets. She’d never admit it, but I know this woman better than she knows herself.

I know what she likes.

What she wants.

What she needs.

And because she knows it too, wool hits me square in the face. I make a show of inhaling her sweet scent that only makes my painfully erect penis that much harder as she waits for my next command.

“Boots.”

She’s able to toe off her short boots because I carried her home from the Winter Fest on my back and loosened her laces while we walked. We both knew what was going to happen tonight. Why delay the inevitable?

Hands clasped in front of her, she waits for direction. She’s as submissive as is possible for her, but because she always has an attitude, she lifts a smartass eyebrow.

She knows how this works. I take my time, inhaling the sweater that smells like her one last time before tossing it to the side.

“Jeans.”

I may be in charge, but Daisy is still Daisy.

Instead of simply stepping out of her pants, she gives me a show, turning to face the wall as she shimmies out of her jeans.

Wiggling as she touches her toes, her thong-covered ass and wet pussy fully exposed for me, she steps out of her pants and tugs her socks off while she’s bent over.

Her sass makes me smile, and she catches me doing just that when she looks over her shoulder after standing back up. Try as she might, she can’t hold back her own grin.

As always, her smile hits me like a punch of emotion to the gut, and the surge of excitement that I get to see that up-to-no-good grin on her face has me scooping her up and tossing her over my shoulder.

She squeals, just like I knew she would.

Making me chuckle while my erection begs to be released.

I gently swat her ass cheek. “Be good.”

“Or what?” she says, smacking my back as I carry her through the house.

“Fuck around and find out.”

“Yes, sir.”

Since she’s already undone the front of my pants, she squirms until her hands are down the back of my jeans, slipping them down my thighs so they pool around my ankles by the time we enter my bedroom.

“You little shit,” I grunt, shuffling across the room, and tossing her onto the bed in a fit of giggles. I’ve never had more fun with a woman than I do with Daisy. I’ve also never been as sexually compatible with anyone else.

As much as I want to pull my briefs down and take her hard and fast, I need to be free to move. So, I take a seat on the edge of the bed to remove my boots and the rest of my clothes. She stays quiet, but anticipation radiates from her.

When I stand and face the bed in all my glory, her tongue wets her lips as she takes me in.

“Damn, do I enjoy getting you out of your clothes,” she purrs. “I’ll have to send Santa a thank you letter for delivering my gift a week early.”

I’m planning my next move when my eyes flick to the clock on the wall, which diverts my plans, because the time is more important.

“Get over here,” I demand.

I don’t ask.

She doesn’t want me to.

She crawls to me, her mouth open, thinking I’m asking for something I’m not. Just before she takes me into her mouth, I tip her face up, slowly shaking my head.

“Come here.”

She gets to her knees to face me, so close her nipples brush against my torso.

“It’s 10:10.”

That’s all I have to say. She knows what comes next. We both lean in and kiss each other like it’s the only way either of us will make it through the next minute.

On the rare occasions we have nights like tonight, there is always a moment where one of us looks at the clock and the time will line up the way it has right now. And when it does, we kiss.

It’s an unspoken rule.

One we never break.

Our kiss grows feverish, our hands exploring haphazardly, but when she fists my erection in her soft hand, my plans from before resurface. As much as I love to kiss this woman, she fucked around and now she’s gonna find out what happens when she does.

“Turn around and get on your hands and knees.”

She pulls back to look at me, and for a moment, I glimpse the truth she tries to hide. She knows there’s more between us than she wants to admit. I can see it in her eyes. Feel it in her heavy breaths scattering across my face.

Daisy claims she’s only using me for my body. She’s certain we’ll never be anything more than stolen moments. That’s what she tells herself—what she tells me—but it’s not what’s in her heart. I know how she feels about me, even if she doesn’t. But that’s a conversation for another time and place.

Her eyes only fix on mine for a few heartbeats, then she does as instructed. I place a pillow just in front of her and one under her chest. “Get comfortable. I want this sweet peach up in the air,” I say, lightly rubbing my hand over her ass cheek.

She gathers the pillows beneath her. In the past she’s used them to bury her moans, but she doesn’t need to do that here in the privacy of my home.

Once her ass is up as high as it will go, I take my time admiring her.

She still has her pale pink bra and thong on.

The thin see-through material is more of an adornment than actually serving a purpose, and at the moment it’s in my way.

Fisting the material in my hand, I tear her thong from her body, gliding it back and forth over her wet center before dropping it on my bedside table, where I reach for a condom.

“Those were expensive. You’ll be replacing them,” her muffled voice says from her pile of pillows.

“Sweetheart, you fucked around. You knew there would be consequences.”

She nods into the fluffy down; I don't need to see her face to know she's giddy. She loves it when I take control, and she knows I would never hurt her. The red mark on her hip from ripping her panties from her body is rough enough. At least it is for me.

I lean forward and place a kiss on her lower back, then trail my tongue over one of her perfect ass cheeks while my hands press against the inside of her thighs, insisting she spread her legs further apart.

She’s on full display for me, and the way she glistens tells me she’s more than ready.

I slide a finger inside her, and she’s so warm and so wet that the beast inside me begs to ravage her.

“Change of plans. On your back. I need to taste you. Now.”

My mouth waters as she changes positions and I pull her ass to the edge of the mattress.

I kneel on the floor next to the bed and slide my finger back inside her, watching for a moment before I glide my tongue through her center and suck her clit into my mouth.

Dragging my finger, wet from her pussy, over the center of her ass, I tickle her with her own sweetness.

She gasps. “Owen...”

She took this entrance off the table years ago, and I would never cross her lines, but it doesn’t mean I can’t play with her, especially when I can feel how much she likes it. She’s quivering and already about to come, but I heed her warning and cease my teasing.

On my knees, I feast on her with my mouth, my fingers assisting as I work her over, bringing her to the edge of her orgasm. Then I back off, only to bring her back to that edge several times until I give her what she craves and she’s screaming my name.

“Hands and knees again, baby.”

She scrambles back into position, and once her ass is in the air, I slam my cock into her pulsing heat. There’s no easing into her. She’s more than ready, and our bodies work together seamlessly.

I swear, she was created just for me.

Nothing has ever felt better than when I’m inside this woman. And the yes she screams into the pillows tells me she feels the same.

My hands grip her waist to pull her back and forth over my cock. She lets me dictate our pace. It’s deliberate. Fast. Hard.

I’m mesmerized by what’s before me. Her sumptuous ass and the sight of my length sliding in and out of her soaked pussy.

Forget how good she feels, just seeing her like this for me.

.. the sound of our bodies slapping together mixed with her muffled moans of pleasure acting as our soundtrack has every one of my senses firing on all cylinders.

She may think this is simply another stolen moment of fun, but what she doesn’t seem to realize is that she’s mine.

I’m not sure why she can’t get it through that gorgeous head of hers, but it’s a fact.

If I were a less respectable man, I’d have skipped the condom and spilled myself in her. Claiming her as such.

But she isn’t ready.

I’m a patient man, but my restraint can only last so long.

As the sights and sounds overwhelm me, my fingers tighten on her waist, and I yell her name for the entire town to hear as I come. It feels like time stops with the high of my release as she climaxes a second time, constricting around me.

I’ve never done drugs, but that’s what she is.

A drug.

One I would do anything for. Even if it means waiting for her to figure out what this connection between us is.

“Don’t move,” I say gently. Regrettably, pulling out of her.

I’m back from the bathroom a couple minutes later, and her ass is right where I left it. Up in the air, looking fucking glorious.

Her flesh is pink and swollen when I place the warm washcloth against her still-dripping center. I stroke my free hand up and down her spine, unhooking her bra as I do. “Relax, baby.”

Her body flinches at my term of endearment. She claims she doesn’t like it when I call her baby, that it’s strictly for established couples, and we are most assuredly not a couple.

She lowers her body to the mattress and rolls over.

But I don’t give her a chance to chastise me.

Instead, I bring my lips to hers, resting the weight of my body next to her on the mattress, leaving our legs tangled and placing the warm cloth against her again.

I feel a little guilty for taking her hard without giving her time to adjust.

“Did I hurt you?” I ask against her lips.

“In a good way.”

“I never want to hurt you, Daisy.”

“You didn’t.” Her fingertip traces my lower lip. “Besides, I fucked around.”

“And...”

“I’m not sure I learned my lesson,” she says coyly, batting her eyes at me. “There is a high probability I’ll fuck around again.”

“Well, I’ll be here for another lesson when you do.”

She bites her lower lip and nods her head.

I lean forward to take her nipple into my mouth through the barely there fabric loosely covering skin, bringing the bra with me when I release her. She pulls it out of my mouth and wiggles her arms free, finally removing the last item between us.

What we just did was great, but I need this. Her naked beneath me as I lick, suck, and bite her luscious curves, eliciting the moans I hear in my dreams.

The night is just getting started.

Let the worshipping begin.