Chapter 6 #2
"You can and you will," I growl, guiding her legs over my shoulders.
I turn my head, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh.
Fuck, she smells like pure sugar and heady woman.
"I want you to see how much I love what I'm about to do to you.
And pretty baby? I want to hear how much you love it.
Scream the fucking roof down around us."
"I…I…"
Before she can work herself up, I dive mouth first between her legs.
Whatever she was going to say turns into a cry of shock…
which bleeds into a moan of ecstasy as I part her lips and lick her from the bottom to the top.
As soon as her taste bursts on my tongue, it's over for both of us. This pussy is mine now, no takebacks.
She's better than any pie I ever tasted, juicier than any peach.
I lift her ass off the table, spreading her cheeks as I eat her alive.
I'm not polite about it either. I'm as rude and filthy as I want to be.
After six fucking weeks, I plan to wring her out and leave her pleading for mercy before I let her leave this house.
I lash her clit in teasing flicks and then thrust it into her opening before dipping down to taste her asshole.
She cries out in shock, her body tensing.
When she immediately relaxes, I know she likes it.
It's a good thing because I plan to own that hole too.
There won't be a single spot on her I won't know or worship.
I flick my tongue against that tight ring of muscle for a moment, teasing her, before I lift my head.
"This juicy cunt is mine now, princess," I say. She's watching me exactly as instructed, her eyes wide in her flushed face, ecstasy searing every beautiful line of her body. "And so is this perfect, gorgeous body. I plan to do a whole lot of filthy shit to it."
"Then stop talking and do it!" she cries, making me chuckle.
She doesn't have to tell me twice. I get back to work, eager to drink this woman down my throat.
I nip at her lips and then lap at her clit, using my teeth and tongue to teach her exactly what this cowboy can do to her.
I ruthlessly drag her to the edge…only to back off at the last second and make her wait to go over. I do it again and then again.
"Cord!" she cries, trying to kick me the third time. "Please!"
"Please what, Cassia?" I growl, holding her down with one arm across her soft belly.
"Stop teasing me."
"Nu-uh." I run my tongue in circles around her clit again. "Not until you tell me what you want. Say, 'Cord, please make me come.' and I'll give you what you're after."
"Cord," she whines.
"Say it, pretty baby," I croon, ready to get this shy shit out of the way now.
If she wants something, if she needs something, I don't want her to be afraid to ask for it, to demand it.
She's mine to take care of now, mine to protect.
She'll never be safer than she is in my arms. Whatever had her so afraid to tell me who she is today…
it's time she learns she's safe with me.
She has nothing to fear here, not with me.
Not ever. Well, nothing except that fucking bull, and she won't be going near him again anytime soon. "Tell me what you need."
"I need to come," she cries. "Please let me come, Cord."
"Good girl," I croon, pride blasting through me. I give her what she asked for so sweetly, burying my face in her pussy. Her little hole is so tight it barely takes two fingers, but I manage to curl them up and find her g-spot. I stroke it and suck on her clit at the same time.
She catapults over the edge, screaming my name.
It's the best damn song I've ever heard.
* * *
She comes back to herself slowly. I cuddle the shit out of her, nuzzling her neck, loving on her.
I'm hard as a fucking rock, and somehow more satisfied than I've ever been at the same time.
If this is how my dad felt about my mom, it's no wonder he married her so quick.
He always told me that he knew the minute he saw her that she was the one.
Love doesn't creep up on you, he said. It strikes like lightning. My pretty baby struck me down hard.
I've never felt peace like this. For most of my life, I've been worried about Cleary, worried about Cam, worried about the ranch. Holding Cassia, I don't feel any of that. For the first time, I feel…whole.
"My meatloaf!" Cassia cries suddenly, sitting upright in my arms.
Before I can even move, she's rushing across the kitchen. She hops a little, letting me know her ankle is still bothering her. Every hop makes her ass bounce and jiggle. I watch the show, grinning ear to ear.
"Oh, thank God," she breathes, bending over to pull the meatloaf out of the oven. Her pussy lips peep from between her thighs, and I want to eat her all over again. I'm not sure if my stomach is growling over her or the food. Nope. Definitely her. "I was going to be so mad at you if it burned."
"I wouldn't have been the least bit sorry, pretty baby. You're the best meal I ever ate."
She drops the meatloaf on the stove and spins to face me, her face bright red. "We can't talk about sex things in the kitchen," she says, hands on her hips. "It's a rule."
"Yeah? I thought we already established that I make the rules around here," I say, climbing to my feet. I have to adjust my dick, which draws her attention. "Besides, we just did a whole helluva lot more than talk about sex in this kitchen."
"You're breaking the rule."
I grin, shaking my head. Fuck, I'm so in love with her it's ridiculous. I prowl across the kitchen toward her and drag her into my arms to kiss the shit out of her. "Don't you ever change, Cassia Murphy, you hear me?"
"You're getting a little out of control with these rules of yours, cowboy," she mutters, snuggling up against my chest. "I'll change if I want to change."
"Don't you dare."
"Fine. But only if you'll go get a shower. You honestly smell like a barn."
"I'll go shower in a minute," I promise, scooping her up to carry her back to the table. "We need to talk about something first."
She groans, faceplanting into my chest when I set her on top of the table. "I'm already sure I don't want to hear whatever you're about to say."
"I just want to know why you lied to me today," I murmur, gently tilting her head back until she looks at me. "Why didn't you want me to know who you are?"
"Um, because stalking is illegal in all fifty states?" she says, rolling her eyes.
"It's not stalking when I invited you here."
"Can I put clothes on for this conversation?"
I want to tell her no, but I can tell by the look in her eyes that she's feeling exposed and vulnerable, so I snag her shirt off the back of the chair and help her pull it on over her head. Once she's covered, she expels a sharp breath.
"I guess I was worried that if you saw me, you'd regret asking me to come," she says with a shrug, her gaze on the table. "So I thought I'd just do a little bit of research from afar and then leave, and you'd never know I was here. Except your bull is Satan and had other plans."
"The only part of that I like is the fact you recognize that the bull is a bastard," I say, frowning. "I don't want you out in the pastures by yourself. Even the younger bulls can be dangerous. We're coming into calving season."
"Trust me, the last place I plan to be is out there with Hamburger," she grumbles. "I hate running, especially if it involves being chased."
"As for the rest of what you said…what the fuck is wrong with you?"
"Everything according to my mother." She rolls her eyes.
"She's a former pageant queen. She never lets me forget that I'm not like her.
I try not to let it bother me, but then I saw you and I guess it just…
" She shrugs helplessly. "I was expecting someone more like me, not like, well, you. It made me a little crazy."
"You're not like me," I agree, sending up a little prayer for that.
"You're too goddamn beautiful for a motherfucker like me.
I'm a crusty old bastard. Ask anyone here, they'll tell you.
I'm a grouchy motherfucker most of the time.
I don't deserve to kiss your little toes, let alone lick that juicy cunt. "
"Cord!" she cries.
"You're beautiful. Anyone who thinks otherwise isn't worth a goddamn minute of your time, Cassia," I growl, dead serious. If her mom doesn't treat her with the respect she deserves, fuck her mom. I'll be putting a stop to that shit real quick.
"It's not just the way I look," she says, her voice soft.
"She's spent most of my life picking apart everything I do from the way I talk to the things I say to the way I dress to the books I write.
As far as she's concerned, the only way I'll ever find a good man is by changing everything about me.
I guess when I saw you and realized that not only are you this rugged, sexy cowboy, but you also own the biggest ranch in California, all of that came flooding in and I freaked out a little.
I expected you to be like every other hot, successful man I've ever met.
But you are not what I expected, Cord Decker. "
"I might have lied about knitting for kittens," I say, grinning.
"You're a good man," she whispers, swallowing hard. Her gaze drifts across my face, soft and open. "Maybe one of the best I've ever met."
"You think so?" I trace my thumb across her bottom lip, just staring at her.
I could get used to this, holding her, talking to her.
There's something intimate about it, more intimate even than eating her to orgasm while she's screaming my name.
Maybe there's a little softness in me after all. For her, there certainly seems to be.
"You raised your sister, didn't you? After you parents died, I mean."
"I did."
She smiles at me. "I bet she adores you."
"She does, but our brother, Cam, is her real hero," I murmur.
"I met him. Well, he saved me from your bull on Saturday." She frowns, her brows furrowing. "I'm pretty sure your bull has a vendetta against me. He tried to kill me and my friend Clover on Saturday. He stepped right out in front of our car. Cam came and wrangled him out of the way."
"The fucking bull is a menace."
"He seems to listen to you and your brother just fine," she points out.
"Strangers piss him off, but he'll get used to you soon enough, pretty baby." I lean down to kiss her. "And then you can boss him around too."
"You think the storm will last that long?"
"Hmm?"
"Will the storm last long enough for him to get used to me?" she asks. "I'm flying back to Seattle on Sunday."
Fuck. That means I have less than a week to convince her to fall in love with me too. She hasn't even been mine for a full day, and I already know I'm not going to be able to let her go. She's mine forever. I just have to convince her to see it that way too.