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  His fingers teased up her midriff, bunching cotton on their way to her breasts. And God, did she want his hands on her breasts. Pinching, plucking, and teasing her nipples. His mouth sucking, biting, and licking the distended nubs. She bit back a whimper of need. Shit, it had been too long since her last lover. Six months was the longest dry spell she’d had since she gave up on Ford’s return.

  That had taken two years to accomplish. The night of her mother’s funeral she’d gone out, gotten stinking drunk, and taken the first cowboy she found to bed. Hell, they’d never made it outta his truck. It wasn’t pretty, didn’t mean a damn thing, and had been a disaster. But, it got her past the point of hoping that the one man she wanted would come for her.

  Now she would come for him. Again and again if the promises he made with his kisses were to be believed. Her shirt slipped up over her head and off her hands before he tossed it aside. She dropped her hands to his waist and reached for the button of his jeans.

  He grabbed her hands. “Oh no, darlin’. If you touch me, this will be over way sooner than either of us wants.”

  “Ford, I wa—”

  “Mel, I’m serious. If you can’t keep your hands to yourself I will tie you up like a prize heifer, and then I’ll have all night to torture you with pleasure.” The bass of his voice rumbled through her chest as he pressed against her.

  Her heart skipped several beats. The notion he might tie her up had her thighs clenching and her panties getting damper than they already were—which was pretty damn hard to imagine since she was soaked. Christ, the man had gotten better with age. She had no doubt he would do as he said. The promise lit his eyes with an unholy desire that threatened to consume every intention she had of kicking him out. If he was that good, how would she ever let him go again?

  The silence stretched taut between them until he released her hands and refocused on her breasts. “Damn, your tits have only gotten better.” He occupied each of his hands with her silk-covered flesh. “It’s like they were made to perfectly fill my hands.”

  She looked down to see his huge, sun-browned hands cupping her breasts and couldn’t resist thrusting forward. More. She needed more.

  “I know, darlin’. I need it, too.” And then, as though he’d read her mind, he had the cups of the bra shoved below her mounds and his mouth latched on to her right nipple. With his other hand, he teased and plucked at her left tip until she could no longer control herself. She whimpered with desire and arched into him with little thought for how needy she sounded and looked.

  He switched to her other breast with his mouth and placed his fingers on the wet tip he had abandoned. Zings of pleasure darted from her breasts to her pussy, which now throbbed with an alarming level of lust driven pleasure. This was how a woman could come purely from a man’s mouth on her breasts. She’d never felt this amount of crazed hunger before.

  She reached up and gripped his shoulders as though hanging on for dear life. He moaned as he sucked on the distended peak of her nipple, and she couldn’t take it anymore. She needed him naked and his cock buried deep inside her before her head exploded.

  She pushed him away from her breast, taking him by surprise. Then she reached up, grabbed the sides of his shirt, and yanked with all of her might. Buttons popped and his shirt hung open as she growled in frustration. Where was the sexy sun-bronzed skin she had anticipated? The miles of muscle etched flesh for her delectation? Not here. She growled. In its place she found a fucking t-shirt. If she could have accomplished it, she would have ripped the offending cotton from his body. Instead she was stunned as she found herself quickly spun around and bent over the pool table with her hands gathered at the small of her back.

  “I warned you about touching me,” Ford ground out as he wrenched her shorts open and then pulled them to her ankles. A loud groan sounded from behind her—loud enough she heard it over her pounding heart—as cool air hit the heated flesh of her backside. “A thong? Woman you do know how to make it hard for a man to think.”

  Then, with no warning, his hand smacked down on her left cheek. Mel pressed her face against the soft felt over the slate surface of the pool table and tried to shut out the flashes of her fantasy come to life. How many times had she dreamed of being spanked? Of having her backside warmed just before a thick long cock drove into her from behind?

  Three more smacks rained down on her bottom, evenly distributed across her rapidly heating cheeks. Her breath hitched and the first tremors of her orgasm rippled through her body. The smell of Ford—leather, man, and musk—wrapped around her and she was lost. She cried out as he landed two more blows and then he was between her legs, thong shoved aside, with his tongue thrust into her wet slit as she rode her orgasm through one peak and into a second.

  Through it all her hands remained locked in his grip and pressed into her back as he lapped and licked her desire from between her thighs. He groaned again as she continued to seep moisture into his mouth. Then, with a gentle kiss to her labia, he rose up and released her hands. “Damn, Mel. You taste as sweet as I remember.”

  She pushed up from the pool table, stepped out of her shorts, and faced him. Her juices coated his lips and, with her backside still hot from his spanking, she wanted to climb that man and lick him clean. Her body reeled from the pleasure he’d delivered while her mind tried to sort out how he’d discovered her darkest fantasies. She’d never let herself acknowledge the truth, that the star of her erotic dreams had always been Ford.

  But, after having had one of the tamer ones brought vividly to life, ignoring the truth grew very hard. Not unlike the man before her. She reached for him, but he stopped her with a gentle grasp on her wrists. “Darlin’, look at me.”

  She lifted her gaze to his face and tried to hide her secrets from him. Would he be disgusted by her? By the pleasure she found when his palm heated her butt? By her need to give up control?

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  “Are you all right, darlin’? Did I...” He took a breath and forced the words past stiff lips. “Did I hurt you? I’m so sorry I let that go too far. I lost my head when you ripped my shirt off.” Guilt swirled through him and churned in self-disgust. He knew better than to play those kinds of games with a girl like Mel.

  Those were the kinds of games he played in tropical settings with experienced women, and only when he knew they were equally into it. He was no Dom, didn’t really think much about kink as a general rule. He liked to be in control, discipline was a concept he’d grown up with, and well he was a rancher. Rope was an innate part of his daily life.

  “Hurt me?” Mel sounded confused and a little dazed after the explosive orgasm—no, orgasms—he’d given her. A small burst of manly pride settled in his chest and eased some of his worry. Maybe she hadn’t been as repulsed by his actions as he first thought. Now that he’d had a minute to think about it, she’d been as turned on as him and things had only escalated when he spanked her. In fact her, first orgasm had started before he even touched her pussy.

  “Yeah, are you okay? With what just happened?” He waited and rubbed her wrists and arms as though gentling a skittish calf.

  She hesitated, chewed her lower lip as though deciding how much to say. “I’m okay. You aren’t—” She stopped drew a breath and started again. “How did you—”

  “Shhh. Stop. I didn’t know anything. You aren’t upset with me for spanking you?”

  She laughed. “Upset? God, Ford. It was like you knew. Like you reached in my head and dug out one of my deepest fantasies.”

  His cock throbbed in accord with her dark desires. She liked being spanked, huh? He could certainly work with that. He dragged her into his arms and kissed her. She moaned a long, low sound, achy with renewed need. He had to pull away and take a deep breath. Then her hands scrabbled at his belt buckle again.

  “Darlin’, I told you no touching me,” he warned, his own need to come simmering like a volcano about to spew.

  “But, that was before.” She stopped and looked up
at him.

  He fell into her blue gaze until she renewed her efforts. “I warned you.” He pulled off his shirt, flipped her around, and bent her over the pool table again. Using his long sleeved shirt, he bound her wrists behind her before turning her back around to stand.

  Her eyes glazed over with a look he’d only ever seen from one woman. She had been a true, died in the wool submissive. They’d spent a few hot nights together and then moved on because he couldn’t fulfill all her sexual needs. As a masochist she needed more pain in the long run than he could comfortably dish out. A good man knew his limits.

  Could Mel be submissive? His little firebrand? She’d always given him hell when she deemed him out of line. Right up until the day he’d broken it off with her. Shit, she’d still stood up to him earlier when he’d strolled in. No, she might like this in the bedroom, but he doubted it went much further than that. Sexual submission he could handle. If he was honest, he could more than handle it. He downright looked forward to it. “Now, it’s time for a little more fun.”

  Chapter Three

  Mel wanted to beg for more. More fun. More cock. More Ford. She wanted all of it more than she wanted to take her next breath, except if she didn’t breathe she wouldn’t get to enjoy any of it, would she?

  Ford glanced around the bar. He spotted a club chair in the corner and led her over, hands still bound at her back. He helped her get settled so that her stomach rested over the back of the chair with her knees on the seat cushion.

  “Very nice, darlin’.” He circled around the chair and stopped behind her. “A little wider.” He nudged her legs until her knees were braced against the sides of the chair.

  He stroked her back, over her warm butt cheeks, down the backs of her legs. She relaxed and waited to see what would come next. He placed a kiss on each cheek of her ass and then slid his tongue along her wet folds. She tried to press into the wet heat of his mouth, but he pulled away. “Please.” The word slid past her mental defenses to reveal how hot for him she was.

  He moved around to where her head hung, with her hair trailing down her face. He lifted her head until she looked up at him and their gazes locked. “Please, what? Tell me what you want, what you need.”

  He sounded as desperate as she felt. “Your cock. Please.” The words broke from her as she wiggled against nothing. Despite the two orgasms, she needed to feel him inside of her, filling her up.

  “My cock, where? Where do you want it?” His voice rasped out of him with a sexy, grated sound that sent shivers cascading through her body.

  “My pussy. Please, Ford.”

  Oh, thank heaven, he finally unbuckled his belt. She licked her lips as her vagina clenched with need. Without a word he slid his t-shirt off and bared his naked chest to her. His torso rippled with muscles—not ridiculously cut, but defined, undulating mounds of flesh that made her want to trace each ridge with her tongue.

  “I promise you, I will give you what you need. Just not yet.” The greedy glint in his eye warned her he was only getting warmed up. He opened his jeans and pulled out his dick.

  Transfixed by the length and girth before her, she watched as he moved toward her. The tip leaked clear pre-come that had her licking her lips and sticking her tongue out to taste it. He stopped just short of letting her have what she wanted. Like a kid in a candy store, her wants and needs skipped around to what was most accessible. Her empty, aching pussy forgotten, she suddenly had to have his cock in her mouth.

  “Is this what you want? You wanna suck my dick, darlin’?” He stroked it from root to tip and thrust his hips forward with little jerky movements.

  “Oh, yeah. I want to suck your dick until you’re cross-eyed.” She’d never spoken like that with him before—hell, she’d never said anything like that, except in her fantasies.

  Ford growled and surged forward until the head of his cock pushed against her lips and demanded entrance. She opened, willingly lapped at the tip, and then sucked the rest of him down. Mouth stretched until it ached and air cut off, she swallowed until he was lodged in the top of her throat. His sac bumped her chin and he threaded his fingers into her hair and squeezed against her scalp.

  “Holy shit.” The whispered words were reverent as he pumped into her mouth with little thrusts over and over.

  Hands bound, all she could do was open wide and try to breathe through her nose. This demanding side of Ford was not one he had shown her when they were younger. But it resonated inside her—answered the call of the damsel deep in her soul who needed to let go of the reins and let someone else lead.

  He pulled back, slid out of her mouth, and let her breathe. Then he shoved right back in to the hilt. “That’s it, baby. Take it. Take all of that dick in your sweet little mouth.”

  The dirty talk cranked up the ache between her legs and had her squirming to soothe the throb. Then he slipped from her lips and disappeared. He nudged her opening and stopped with a growl. “Condom. I don’t have a fucking condom.”

  Need overrode her caution, besides this was Ford. “I’m clean and on the pill.”

  “Me, too. Are you sure about this?”

  Desperation laced his every word and made her more certain of her choice. Besides, wasn’t it a little late to worry about disease after she’d sucked his cock like a lollipop? “Fuck me. Now.”

  With little warning, he drilled his cock into her pussy in a single powerful stroke that zinged to her nipples and beyond. Her body shook with the intensity of what he made her feel, both physically and emotionally.

  “God damn, your pussy is so hot, darlin’.” He slid out and then sank back in. He did it again, and then he pulled out and came back around to her head. He grabbed her hair and tilted her face up. “Open wide.”

  Her own tangy desire slid over her tongue as he sank his cock into her mouth. He shuddered as she swallowed his length. He pumped in and out of her mouth and then switched back to her pussy.

  He sank into her heat and grabbed her hair in his fist again. The tug on her scalp as he fucked her pushed her past caring about how she looked or sounded. “Yes,” she cried out as his thighs slapped against her own.

  He continued working in and out of her body, and then with his free hand he reached down and pinched her clit. She exploded around him, spasmed in a furious clench and release cycle and sucked his own orgasm from his body. As her body’s pleasure ebbed, he pulled from her and spilled his seed over her ass. The hot splash of his cum sparked a residual flash of desire as he rubbed his dick across her skin.

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  Her backside, still faintly pink from his spanking, glistened with his load where he had actually rubbed it in as though marking his territory. Christ, what had he done? She wasn’t his. He’d given her up like a fool.

  “Hang on, darlin’.” He reached up and untied her hands, then used the shirt to wipe her off. He tucked himself back into his jeans, then helped her stand up. Her legs wobbled and she grabbed onto his arms to steady herself. With a curse, he hauled her close and kissed her.

  He couldn’t get enough of the woman. Every fantasy, every memory paled in comparison to the reality of having her in his arms, of tasting her, touching her—loving her.

  Shit. He’d known it was a risk, but as soon as he’d clapped eyes on her he’d also known it was one he would take. Truth be told, he’d never stopped loving her, so it wasn’t like he instantly fell in love. He realized within weeks of breaking it off what a fool he’d been. But, it took him a while to man up enough to try and fix his mistake.

  It was past time to set things to rights. He scooped her up and sat down in the club chair. He cursed himself. “Mel, I need to say some things to you. And then it’s up to you where we go from here.” He settled one hand on her hip and the other arm curved behind her shoulders. “You’re right, I’ve had my pick of women over the years. But, the truth is, when it’s not the person you love in bed with you, none of it makes a bit of difference.”

  A new song came on and after a
few bars of music Blake Shelton’s voice crooned through the empty bar. Listening to the song of lost love found again in “Austin,” Ford took heart. He stared at the woman who had haunted him for ten years. With the last line of the chorus he leaned in to kiss her.

  She held her body stiffly away from him. “Don’t.”

  “Why not? I know you feel the spark we’ve always had.” He refused to give up the opportunity fate had dropped in his lap.

  “Because when the sun comes up and a better offer comes your way you won’t be here.” Mel pushed him away and stood, her boots clomping on the floor as she glanced around in search of her clothes. She spied her tank top and grabbed it along with her bra underneath.

  “I know I left you behind when I went away to college after I had promised you everything. But I’m not the same immature boy who went off to the big city. I’ve grown up and become the man I was meant to be. The same man who is standing here telling you that if I had one Christmas wish, if I could turn back the clock, I would go back in time and tell that arrogant, horny boy to man up and hang on to you—no matter what.” Then he pressed his chest against her back and gently pulled the clothing from her hands.

  A small cry rushed from her as he turned her to face him, and he caught the tears that glistened on her cheeks. “I needed you and you weren’t there. I know it wasn’t fair. I know in my heart that you had the right to go off and live your life, but you hurt me.”

  His gut curdled and he wanted to rip his heart out and lay it at her feet. Two years after he’d dumped her, he went home over Christmas break to apologize, and to help her through the loss of her mother. And, to be honest, maybe see if he could repair their relationship. Instead, he’d found her in Jimmy Walsh’s arms in the cab of his truck outside of her mother’s trailer. He assumed she had forgotten all about him and moved on. “God, Mel.”

  “I waited for you for two years. Two long years of hell with a drunk mother and a two-bit job after high school that let me just get by. After she died and you didn’t even show up then, I picked up the shattered pieces of my heart and moved on. A part of me will always love you, but I won’t do this again. I can’t.” She snatched her clothes back, found the rest of them, and got dressed.