Craving (Steel Brothers Saga #1)(24)

My cock stirred. She had worked up quite a head of steam, and her body flushed all over a shade of pink so perfect… I wanted her again.

How was this happening to me?

I knew. I had come so quickly that I hadn’t had enough of her to ease my ache yet. I would have to fuck her again.

Now seemed like an opportune time.

I stood and stalked toward her.

“What are you doing?”

“What we both want right now.” I bent down and kissed her lips.

She turned away from me, my lips sliding across her cheek.

“How dare you? You just said I meant nothing to you. That last night meant nothing. You came running into my room, worried that I have given you some horrible, disgusting, blistering disease.

And now you want to fuck me again?”

“Yeah. I do.” What else was there to say?

“Get the hell out of my room.”

“I think this is actually my room, since you’re living in my house.” Had I really just said that?

Christ, how petty.

“You’re going to play that card, huh?” She rose. “That’s fine. I feel like I’m imposing on you guys anyway. I’m making a little working for Ryan, and as soon as my bar results come in, I’ll find a job as an attorney. If not here, in Grand Junction. I think maybe I’ll go into town this morning and find my own place to live.”

Now what had I done? The thought of her leaving tore me in half. “Look, Marjorie wants you here.”

“But clearly you don’t.”

“The ranch is one quarter mine, but it’s also one quarter Marjorie’s. So if she wants you here…”

“If she wants me here, what? You’ll put up with it? How noble of you.”

“I want you here,” I whispered under my breath.

She kept moving about the room, so I knew she hadn’t heard. Thank God.

She walked into her adjoining bathroom and said over her shoulder, “I need to get ready for work.

Please let yourself out.”

The whoosh of the shower sailed into the bedroom. She was naked now, rivulets of water meandering over her perfect body. My cock was granite. God, I wanted her.

I was going to take her.

I quickly strode to her bedroom door and locked it. Then I took off my T-shirt and pajama pants and walked into the bathroom. God bless my father for installing clear glass shower doors. None of that frosted glass in his house. I could see her clearly, her mahogany hair wet and slick, pasted over her shoulders and breasts. So beautiful.

I had to have her. I opened the shower door.

She gasped, nearly losing her footing. I grabbed her forearm and steadied her.

“Get out of here! What do you think you’re doing?”

“Joining you.” I stepped into the shower.

“I’ll scream, Talon. I wake up the whole household.”

“Felicia’s not here yet, and Marjorie could sleep through World War III, as you probably know.”

“Still, I’ll—”

I crushed my lips to hers. She opened for me almost immediately. Yes, she wanted this is much as I did. A quickie in the shower and then maybe a nice long romp on her bed. After that, I would be sated. I could go on with my life, and she hers.

I thrust my hard cock against her soft belly, wanting so much to be inside her. But not quite yet. I needed her soft lips on me.

I brushed my fingers up her arms to her shoulders, softly gripping them. “Get on your knees. Suck me.”

“You’re kidding right? After you just—”

I stopped her with a finger to her lips. “Please,” I whispered.

Her eyes softened, and she obeyed, dropping and taking the head of my bobbing cock between her beautiful red lips. I closed my eyes and leaned back, letting the water pelt my face as she kissed and licked my cock, her lips like heaven. She fisted me at the base, pulling my skin taut as she moved her mouth up and down over my erection.

I was ready to blow. But I had to get inside her. Inside that sweet, wet pussy. On the other hand, I could shoot my load down her throat, and by the time we had dried off and gotten to the bed, I would be ready for her again. In my soul, I knew this.

I feared I would never get enough of her.

I abruptly stopped that line of thought, concentrating on her dazzling lips sucking my cock. This would be it. This had to be it. This quickie in the shower and then a long and amazing fuck on her bed.

We had time. She didn’t have to be at work until nine, and I had hired help who would cover for me in the fields. Not a problem.

“God, that feels so good,” I rasped. “Yeah, baby, suck my cock. Take all of me.”

I grabbed the back of her head, entwining my fingers in her soft, wet hair. Gently, I began moving her head back and forth to my rhythm. She didn’t resist me.

What a gift. She wilted to my will. Let me take what I needed.

Take what you need from me. The words she had said to me last night.

“Baby, baby, I need to fuck you now. Come here.” I drew her to her feet and then lifted her, setting her down on my cock. “Ahhh…” The sigh left my lips in a groan. “So good. You fit me like a glove. A perfectly fitted glove.”

She sighed into my neck, giving me little nibbles. I trembled, my legs threatening to give way, but I stood firm. Had to. Had to have her… Now… In the shower… So good… I lifted her and brought her back down upon my cock—up, down, up, down—oh, God, what a good little fuck she was.