Chapter 9 Jonas
Jonas
Melody’s lips part. “I didn’t mean to. And please don’t feel uncomfortable. I’m not the type who puts demands on others. My emotions are my responsibility.”
“I only feel uncomfortable because I wish I would have said it first.”
Her eyes widen. “You love me?”
“More than I love my ranch or my truck. If I lost those, I’d start all over. But if I lost you, there wouldn’t be enough pieces of my heart left to rebuild me.”
She’s still staring wide eyed.
“Was that too much for me to share?” I ask.
She shakes her head before bowing it and saying softly, “It was perfect. But I feel like such an idiot. All these years of secretly wanting the kind of life Raven has and you were right here the whole time.”
I press a kiss to the top of her head. Her hair is silky smooth and smells like that sweet shampoo she uses. “What I’ve been through years ago chewed me up on the inside. I never wanted to even try to be with anyone. I didn’t want to risk my heart but to be with you? I’d risk everything.”
She lifts her head, her gaze unwavering. “There’s no risk anymore. You gave me your heart and I’m not giving it back.”
“I want to take you to my ranch,” I tell her, my meaning clear.
She grins impishly. “Eh. You’ve seen one ranch, you’ve seen them all.”
“Not this time. I have something to show you.” I trace the outside of her ear.
“What could you have at your ranch that’s different from all the others?”
“I’ll show you a cock in his natural habitat.”
She laughs.
“C’mon, beautiful. Let’s go home.”
We walk hand in hand back to the truck. The drive to my ranch seems to take hours.
I’m in a hurry to be with her, to show her what she means to me.
I grieve the years we’ve lost that we could’ve been together.
I can’t do anything about that now but moving forward, I’ll make the most of every second with her.
I reach over and place my hand on her thigh.
“What are you thinking?” she asks in a teasing tone as I massage her muscle.
“I’m thinking how I’m going to please you over and over.”
“You think you’re that good?”
“You’ll be a believer after you’ve had me.”
“What makes you so confident?”
I glance at her as I pull into the driveway. “Because it’s you. All I want to do is make you happy.” I exit the truck and come around to her side. As she climbs out, I lean in for a quick kiss and whisper against her lips, “I’m also thinking how I want to see your eyes darken when you come.”
I kiss her longer, deeper. “I’m thinking how I want to hold you by your hair and watch as you suck my cock.”
She wets her lips and that almost wrecks my self-control.
“Come into the house, woman who stole my heart, and let me breathe in the sweet scent between your legs.”
She blushes and fans herself with her hand. “My cowboy is getting wild.”
I love how that sounds. Her cowboy.
The second we’re inside the house, I put my hands on her waist and pull her to me. “If anything is off limits, tell me now.”
“No limits,” she says.
“Protection?”
“You don’t need to wear a condom unless you want to. I’m on birth control and I’ve known you for years.”
“No raincoat. Got it.” I walk her to the back of the house.
“It’s beautiful!” she exclaims once she sees the room that was built solely so I could see outside.
I cross to a panel on the wall and press a button. Slow, sexy music pipes through the ceiling speakers.
I hold my hand out and she puts hers in it, but then frowns. “We’re not going to do anything in this room are we?”
“We are.”
“But the windows…”
“The glass lets me see out but no one can see in. And no one comes to the back of the house outside. Even if they do, I’ll protect your naked body with mine, but I’ll still take you.”
“Mmm…that sounds so erotic.”
“I mean every word. Now just relax and feel the music.” I pull her against my hard cock.
“I’d rather feel the cock you’ve been promising me.”
I laugh at how annoyed she sounds. “Be patient, my love and I’m going to give it to you good. So good.” I kiss the side of her neck and reach around to find the zipper of her dress.
I work it down and the material sags low on her shoulders.
She grips the bottom of my T-shirt, bunching the material tightly. “Take this off.”
I pause long enough to do as she asks. “Now let me see the sexy woman I love.” I push the dress to her waist and expose her bra. Her tits are perfect mounds partially spilling over the tops of the cups. I need a taste.
Bending my head, I press my lips to one and she inhales swiftly.
“I’m so wet,” she whispers as I cup her tit and lift it from the bra.
I trace a circle around the nipple with my tongue then pull it into my mouth. I suck gently, then harder until she lets out a moan.
“I can’t neglect this one.” I turn my attention to her other tit. “Put your arms behind your back. Clasp your fingers together and stay that way.”
She puts her arms behind her back. “Jonas,” she says, clearly impatient, “Let’s just fuck already.”
“I’ve wanted you for so long there’s no way in hell I’m going to rush this.” I graze my teeth across her nipple. “Too much?”
“No, I like it.”
My cock stretches painfully against my jeans. I grip the front of her dress, drag it down to her hips and kiss each side of her body.
“I really want you inside of me.”
“Shh…” I work the dress to her feet, and she steps out, giving the material an impatient kick to move it aside. I marvel at the beauty standing before me in bra and panties. She takes a deep breath. She’s so beautiful. I love every part of her.
I run my hand over each curve of her body before I move behind her, trapping her arms between our bodies. Slowly and gently, I sway us to the music.
“I like the feel of your body against mine,” I say. “Soft to my hard.”
“Trust me. I like it too.”
“I can tell. Your nipples are rock hard and your tits are perfect.” I cup the front of her panties. “And you’re drenched.”
“Do you know what would be even more perfect? You inside me.”
“You’ll get it when I give it to you.” I growl in her ear as I unfasten her bra and toss it aside. “By the time I’m through with you, your voice will be hoarse from calling my name.”
She makes a sound.
“Your tits will feel the sting of my beard and your sweet pussy will get wet every time you see my tongue.”
“Jonas…” She tries to move her arms, but I don’t let her.
“I’ll make your body crave mine like an addiction.”
“Please…I can’t take much more.”
“Yes, you can. Trust me.” I lower my hands to squeeze her ass cheeks. “Do you want me to spank you?”
“I want you to fuck me!” She’s practically snarling now.
“My beautiful woman has a temper problem. I need to mellow you out.”
“Exactly,” she says enthusiastically.
I take her panties down to her ankles. “Bend and take these off.”
When she bends, I slide my finger between her ass cheeks. “No, no. I didn’t give you permission to stand.” I smack her on the ass.
She whips her hand around and tries to grab me, but I dodge.
“See how much I want you?” I put my hand on my cock. “It aches to be inside of you.”
“Then I’ll help you out.” She reaches for me again and I smack her ass harder.
She stomps her foot. “It’s time to get on with it.”
“Besides a temper, you have a problem with being patient.”
She bites her lip, her face flushed with need, her eyes narrowed.
“Go lean across that stool with your back toward the ceiling.”
“I will, but you need to tell that damn cock of yours that I’m not happy that I’m in his natural habitat and he’s hiding.”
I laugh. “Go on.”
She marches to the stool and settles across it.
I sit on the floor between her legs and push them open wider. “I love your ass.” I massage her cheeks. Then I plunge a finger into her wetness, and she lets out a long, low moan.
“Stay put.” I grip her cheeks and then bury my face between her legs until my tongue traces the folds of her sweet pussy.
“Yes, yes, yes! Right there…taste me cowboy.”
I clamp my lips on her clit, sucking on it and she emits a garbled noise, a cross between a grunt and a moan.
I take my time tasting her.
“Jonas…now..”
I squeeze her ass cheeks again.
“Oh…my…uh..” her voice turns guttural. “Please. Jonas…”
She’s panting and begging, promising me anything and everything if I’ll just give her release. I dive deep into her with my tongue and suck her clit taking her over the edge.
“Yes…like that...” She explodes. Digging her fingers into the soft material of the stool, she comes hard and bucks her ass.
I stand and quickly remove my jeans, then return to my position on the floor and haul her down onto my throbbing cock. “There you go, honey. Ride that. Ride it rough.”
Like a wild woman, Melody pumps up and down on me. “Feels so good,” she murmurs, head thrown back, her tits jutting out.
I dig my fingers into her hips holding her steading. “Go…yeah…honey…this is for you.”
Melody moves rhythmically telling me how much she wants me. “I knew you had a thick cock the day we met and I used to imagine this. You ramming into me so thick and hard.”
Her words release years of pent up frustration from wanting her and I pour myself into her. The physical release feels like it comes from my entire body and when I’m finally empty, I lean my head against her shoulder and press my lips against her warm skin.
We rest together for a little while watching the play of sunlight on the windows until she groans and stands. “My thighs…” She massages them.
I reach up and help her massage them. I see the evidence of our release on her body, and a ferocious protective instinct rises up in me. This woman is mine.
“We need go to your mom’s and pick up the kids,” she says, reaching her hand toward me.
I take it and get to my feet. “Shower time first.” I scoop her up and carry her into the walk-in shower.
“Wash me,” she demands, putting her hands on her hips.
“If I touch you, I’m going to make you come again.”
“We don’t have time—”
I dive my hand between her legs to find her sensitive clit. “There’s always time for me to watch you orgasm. Try to hold off. I’ll bet you can’t.”
“I bet I can…”
In a couple of seconds, she’s moaning again and her body clenches around my fingers as I pump them into her.
“Did you like that?” I ask as I begin to soap her up.
“Very much. I’m thinking that a cock in its natural habitat is a thing of wonder.”
I laugh. “Step under the water and rinse.” I get all the shampoo out of her hair, then smooth the wet strands away from her face.
“No regrets?” she asks tentatively.
“Only that since we’ll be at Marshall’s place, I won’t get to hold you all night.”
“Or get your cock sucked.”
“I was not thinking about that.”
“No?” She cups me, running her thumb across my tip.
“I was not thinking about that yet,” I amend.
She laughs and steps out of the shower.
I hand her a towel, then take one for myself.
“I guess we won’t find a chance to be alone together until Marshall and Raven are back?” she asks.
“Why?” I grin and tap my cock. “Gonna miss this guy?”
“Well, yeah. You have the cock and can see it every day if you want. I’ll be the one without.”
“If you’re a good girl, I might sneak you a little peek.”
She laughs.
I pull her in for a hug, my heart lighter than it’s been in years. “I love you,” I say against her hair.
She wraps her arms tightly around me. “I love you.”
And I understand then. This is what Marshall has. This feeling of life being complete because of a woman. “After Marshall and Raven return, stay at my ranch with me.”
She doesn’t even hesitate for a second. “I’ll move all my stuff here that same day.”
“I want to warn you. I’m not letting you go,” I say.
“And I’m not letting you go. I’ll handcuff your ass if I have to,” she says.
We both laugh at the reminder of how we first met.
Then we dress and head out for the drive to my folks’ ranch to get the kids. I reach across the seat to take her hand and she smiles at me.
I’m as sure as I am that I’ll always be a cowboy that Melody and I can build a happy future. And I’m looking forward to it. Arms wide open, holding nothing back. I’ll risk all that I am, all that I have for that.