Chapter 18
Mackenzie
My heart had started racing the moment I saw the limp form of the snake in the dirt. It was pounding hard for entirely different reasons now. Strong fingers massaged my scalp, and nervous tension couldn’t exist in the presence of a head massage.
“Pretty sure I’m supposed to be the one looking after you…” I groaned. “Killing a snake and all that.”
“So you want me to stop?”
I could hear the smile in Troy’s words, but as he went to draw away, my hands wrapped around his wrists, holding them right where they were.
“Nope, no, no way.” I blinked as I opened my eyes, the shower water streaming over my face. “I’ve never had anyone wash my hair for me and I’m realising now what I’ve been missing out on.” Turning around to let the water rinse my hair clean, I looked up at Troy. “But I should do you now.”
“Hoping you’d say that.” He winked at me as he grabbed the bar of soap and gasp…
washed his hair with it in a series of rough movements.
Only a glance at the shampoo bottle reassured me he hadn’t done the same to my hair.
It’d be stiff and crackly when it dried if he’d washed it with soap.
Rinsing off, he turned me back around, then cracked open the conditioner.
As thorough as a hairdresser, he massaged it into the entire length of my hair, letting it sit as he pressed in closer.
“But if you’re gonna ‘do’ me, I’d prefer that happen outside the shower. ”
“Don’t have to tell me twice,” I replied.
“Shower sex is not all it’s cracked up to be.
” With a shudder, I remembered Alex’s abortive attempt to re-enact some sexy scene we saw in a movie, but what Hollywood doesn’t tell you is water makes for shitty lube and all your natural lubrication is washed away.
His hands slid down my shoulders, then reached around to cup my breasts.
“Well…” I sighed as I felt those strong fingers pluck at my nipples. “This part isn’t so bad.”
“That right?”
Pressed into my butt, there was no avoiding how Troy was responding to me.
I’d been prepared to be a good girl and just sleep chastely beside him at night, assuming he’d be too tired for anything else.
God, I was glad that wasn’t the case. This was just a fling, I had to remind myself that, but my body hadn’t gotten the message.
His touch burned me, branded me, and then set me on fire.
Burning never felt so sweet, so I turned around and faced him after my hair was rinsed clean, turning the taps off.
“But you’re the one that was working all day to keep us safe.”
“Mackenzie…” he growled as I began to drop down onto my knees.
“Big, brave, Aussie farmer.” Every kiss I pressed to his hipbones had his cock twitching in anticipation. “How can I ever repay you?”
“No repayment…” His reply was choked off by a groan as I placed the next kiss on the head of his cock. “Fuck, Mackenzie.”
Sucking his dick was a skill I’d had to develop because he was so damn thick. A lot of tongue as foreplay seemed to be the best strategy. I ran it along the length of his dick, his hands landing on my skull in response.
“I don’t need…” The way his voice got all growly, then faded away, had me looking up at him. “Jesus, when you look at me like that.” In response, my tongue traced the shape of the head of his cock. “Fuck… fuck…”
He wasn’t complaining anymore. Head thrown back, every muscle straining, I knew I had him right where I wanted him.
My hands sank into those taut glutes, drawing him forward just a little, because he hit my mouth’s capacity pretty quickly.
There was no damn way I’d ever be able to deep throat him, but I could do this.
Hand wrapping around his shaft, jerking the still damp skin, his hips moved in time with my movements, I focussed on the head, the most sensitive part he assured me, and then my head started to bob.
Had I ever tried this hard to please a man?
Alex introduced me to blow jobs when we were in a late teens by pushing my head down into his lap.
Holding me there, I’d struggled to work out what to do, then just struggled as he thrust up into my throat with little interest in how I was doing. It was not an act I enjoyed, until now.
Troy was gentle, careful, as if he knew that with big dick came big responsibilities, but it was more than that.
Every time he seemed to treat the act with a kind of reverence, soaking in everything I did with appreciative little moans that were dragged out of the depths of him.
His thrusts were short, and the only time I’d gagged, he’d pulled free, wiped my tears away and made clear he’d get just as much pleasure from something else.
He was careful with me and that made me want to please him more.
Lashing as much of his length I could reach with my tongue, I sucked harder, dragged a little splash of saltiness from him as well as a groan.
Then I settled with my tongue pressed hard against the sensitive underside, sucking harder and harder.
“Fuck, Mackenzie…”
When I went back to the States, I promised myself the only guys I’d blow were the ones who said my name like a prayer.
If he didn’t sound like his soul was being sucked from his body, I didn’t want it.
But with that thought came another. What if I didn’t go home?
What if I stayed right here, sucking the massive dick of a man whose eyes lit up the minute he saw me, because I knew this evening it was me he wanted, not the beer.
The can was sitting on the bathroom sink, condensation forming, and Troy was right here with me, meeting me stroke for stroke.
Right until he dragged himself free.
“No, Mackenzie,” he gasped, cock twitching in the air as he forced me back. “I’m too wound up, too close.”
“Pretty sure that’s what I was aiming for,” I said, trying to get closer.
Instead of fucking my face until he came down my throat, my head was tilted upwards and his shadowy form stared down at me.
“You make me feel so damn good.”
“If you promise to slay all the venomous snakes you see, I’ll gladly suck your dick dry,” I replied, moving forward.
“But nothing feels better than being buried inside you.” His low growl stopped me. “You’re not too sore?”
“Always a little with you.” Standing up, I saw his expression of concern more clearly, but I grabbed his hand and slid it down my body. “You leave this ache, right here.”
I hated Alex touching my stomach. It was literally my soft underbelly, but for some reason it felt right when Troy did it. The massive hand spanned the swell as he began to smile.
“I feel you all day, a reminder of where you were.”
“Yeah?”
He looked proud as punch.
“Which is super fucking awkward when I’m working with your sister. Like I can’t exactly tell her that her brother is big in more than one way and he leaves me raw and hot and sticky every morning.”
“Mackenzie—”
The frown was back again.
“And every evening I find myself craving that feeling more than air.”
Just a moment of wonder, small and fragile and shared between us, then he was hoisting me up into his arms. “Troy…!” I yelped as he made for the door. “Naked, Troy and—”
The bathroom door was shoved open and he rushed us across the hall and into the bedroom beyond. Kicking the door closed, I was laid down on the bed as he sank to his knees.
“This where you were aching?” he asked, kissing his way up my thigh. “Or is it here?”
There was no need to play games anymore. Somehow this man had learned my body better than I had. A single flick of his tongue across my clit had my hips arching up, wanting to mash my seam into his face.
“There…” I gasped. “You know…”
He did. With a chuckle, he bent his head, licking a stripe across my cunt. That glancing swipe across my clit, then the resulting slight chill as the air dried his saliva, was a tantalising glimpse of what was to come.
“You know what I need, Troy,” I said, rolling up onto my hips to watch him crouch over me.
“Damn straight.” His hands split my thighs wide, angling my hips backwards so I was completely open to him.
“You wanna know what I was thinking of all day in that damn front end loader cab?” Callused palms rasped over my sensitive inner thighs, forcing me to shiver.
When he stared into my eyes, something seemed to glitter in those blue depths, but I couldn’t identify what.
“This, love.” That word, it was all too easy to read more than he intended into it. “Just this.”
I was dripping wet in more than one way and so ready that the minute his tongue touched my cunt, my whole body jumped. Our roles were reversed as my hand went to the back of his head, somehow afraid he’d pull away.
That would never happen.
Troy ate me out like a man starving every damn time.
Separating my folds with his tongue, opening me up and then circling my clit with the tip until the sensitive spot came alive.
Then he’d get bolder, rougher, pushing his tongue inside me, the stubble creating a prickling pressure I’d come to crave, before replacing his tongue with his fingers and then his lips fastened around my clit.
Fuck.
His hands, his mouth, they moved in time, creating a terrible tension inside me that just wound tighter.
“Troy…” I rasped out, ready to drag him upwards, because he was right. Coming never felt as good as when I was full of him. “Troy…”
“Come on my face the first time,” he ordered. “Give me this and I’ll make sure it’s not the only orgasm you have tonight. Need you soft, wet, so you can take me without it hurting.”
But he didn’t get it. Over the last month, I’d come to crave the pinch that came each time he pushed inside me.
The burn of friction as he’d thrust deep.
There was something buried deep that only came to life when he was fucking me, but right now I was helpless to argue.
His fingers crooked up, almost reaching that sensitive spot, but not quite able to touch it, and the gap between the bliss I knew was coming and what I felt now was enough to have me doing exactly as he commanded.
My hips rocked back and forth, twitching as every pulse of pleasure tore through me, until finally I was clawing him closer.
“Troy…”
I sounded too damn needy, my legs wrapped around his waist.
“I know, love. I know.” First the feeling of that huge head finding my entrance, then my teeth unclenching as he pushed deep. “Nothing better than this. Nothing, nothing…”
He punctuated every word with a thrust that had my toes curling, because whatever pleasure I was feeling multiplied exponentially now.
It was no longer my pleasure or his, but ours.
I shouldn’t stare up at him as he fucked me hard. Our eyes shouldn’t lock together, mapping the way the other person’s pleasure showed on our faces and then moving harder, faster, reaching for more. I shouldn’t be letting Troy get so close. Mom told me to play the field, but…
I was pretty sure I didn’t know how.
I was a one man woman all of my adult life, and this big, grumpy farmer? With every thrust it felt like he was claiming my body as his.
And my heart.
The rush of fear, of rational concern was shoved aside as bliss rose up like a massive wave, ready to drown me.
“Troy—!”
“Right there with you, love.”
He ground that out through gritted teeth as my cunt clamped down hard around him, forcing every jet of cum out with each pulse of ecstasy.
“This chili is freaking amazing.”
Hours later, we were sitting in a darkened dining room.
All the bowls were washed and put away, apart from the ones we’d snagged as we dished ourselves up some dinner.
I went to take a seat beside him, but Troy only seemed satisfied when I was sitting on his lap.
His arms curled around me as he spooned his chili into his mouth with a satisfied groan had me pressing my back against his chest.
“Glad you like it,” I replied, absently eating my own. “Because I may have made enough to feed all of us for breakfast, lunch, and dinner for the next five days.”
“You won’t hear me complaining.” A kiss was pressed to the skin just behind my ear. “Especially if you come and deliver them up in the field.” Another kiss, then another had me shivering against them. “Delicious food.” His voice grew deeper and more rumbly the more he spoke. “Delicious woman.”
“If you like chili, you’ll have to come to the States one day…
” Shit, what the hell was I saying? Turning around slowly, I expected to see him blinking in surprise, maybe even looking awkwardly for a quick escape, but instead those overheated blue eyes met mine.
A small smile formed as I went on. “I mean if you want authentic chili, you need to taste some of the stuff from—”
Silencing me with a kiss, I was sure this was his attempt to change the topic.
“Pretty sure none of it would be as good as yours.” A kiss pressed to my forehead, then he went back to eating. “My mum always said there was always one ingredient that made the difference between good food and great.”
“What’s that?” I croaked out.
“Love.”
That one word was enough to have me turning around. His spoon hit the bowl and he sat back staring at me, as if willing me to see something, but it couldn’t be…
“I definitely love chilli,” I babbled out. “There’s this amazing place in LA…”
Forced to listen to my Yelp reviews of all the places I’d eaten chilli at, we finished our meal and then cleaned up and went to bed, but it was when we were nestled down under his sheets that I had to confront an uncomfortable truth.
Lying in Troy’s arms, hearing the muffled sounds of farm animals and wildlife beyond, it wasn’t hard to imagine doing the same thing every night for the rest of my life.
“Good night, love,” he said, after giving me one last chaste kiss. “Sleep well, because it’ll be a long day tomorrow.”
The fire, the cattle and sheep, none of that was on my mind right now. Just the frantic, bunny beat of my heart as I forced my eyes closed, because it felt like I was exactly where I was supposed to be.
And that was a problem.