Dylan (Bowen Boys, #3)(32)
“I was in training. I took a step to the right instead of the left and he grazed me. I got seven stitches and a write up for being stupid.” He nodded and moved to the other breast and another scar, where he asked her the same question. “Bullet. I was going into a market while it was being robbed. I took exception to that, because I love that little shop and the people who own it.”
“Did you kill him?” She nodded. “Good. Where did you get this one and this one? They look to be from about the same time.”
They were along her ribs. He held her softly and kissed each one of them, then took her nipple into his mouth for a small taste. Her breath caught, and he looked up at her.
“I was…I was supposed to take out a target and…. Dylan, are you going to do this to every scar on me? If you are, then you’re going to be a long f*cking time before you are inside of me.”
“I want you to be able to make love to me in the daylight, with the light on if need be.” She wrapped her hands around his neck, and he rolled her to her back. “I want to take you out here someday and take you in the way of my kind. Hard and fast. I want to have you stand against the tree so I can enter you from behind and watch your breasts swing when I f*ck you.”
She moved from beneath him and stood up. He was sure she was going to bolt, but she looked around the woods and took off her shorts and panties as she moved to the nearest tree. When she was leaned over it, her hands braced against it, she turned to look at him.
“Like this?” She spread her legs wider and looked again. “Or do you prefer this? Come here, Dylan, and show me what you have for me.”
He reached into the basket and stood up. He knew she could see what he had in his hand, and he knew she was excited. He began pulling off his clothes as he moved behind her.
“I’ve wanted to use this on you since I ordered it.” Her breathing increased and her scent drove him wild. “Do you have any idea how lovely you look like this? So wet and ready for me?”
Dylan moved the dildo into her sheath slowly. She was so wet it slid in without any problems. He watched her as he danced it in and out of her. When he turned it on, she cried out and moved back against it with each of his strokes.
“I want to drink from you while I play with you. Turn around and back against the tree.” He left her standing there so that he could get his shirt and put it on the bark behind her. “I don’t want you hurt.”
“I’m hurting now. Please, I want you to…please, Dylan.” He asked her what she wanted him to do. “I want you to make me come by eating me. Then I want to suck on your cock until you come down my throat.”
“I like that plan.” He dropped down in front of her and moved the dildo back and forth, not touching her clit. “You’re going to come for me, and when you do, I’m going to drink all you offer me.”
She nodded, and he moved his mouth to her clit and licked the nubbin. When her knees started to tremble, he held her steady with his hands. Putting the dildo aside for a moment, he spread her open for him and took her with his tongue.
Her juices soaked his chin and dripped down to his chest. He lapped at her over and over as he slid his finger…first one, then a second…into her. She was crying out his name. Now uninhibited, she screamed loudly and often. When she came, he slid a finger into her tight bud and felt her contract around him again. He stood up when her body was still convulsing.
“Suck me.” She nodded, dropped down in front of him, wrapped her mouth around him. “Christ.”
She was hot, and her tongue moved along him like he was an all-day sucker. Even as he tried to slow her down, he f*cked her mouth. Her hands cupped his balls gently, and he felt them tighten. He was so close to coming that when she slid soaking fingers up his ass and pressed deep inside of him, he wrapped his hands in her hair and f*cked her hard as he came, crying out her name. She licked him from tip to root while he tried to catch his breath. Finally, he had to beg her to stop.
Dropping to his knees, then pulling her down over him, he held her. Pulling out pieces of bark from her hair, he thought of the danger she was in and pulled her tighter.
“Dylan? Can I tell you something without you freaking out?” He chuckled, and she sat up and looked down at him. “I’m serious.”
“Yes. And for the record, I have never freaked out. I am known in my family as the laid-back one.” He pulled her back over him. “Tell me. I’m right here for you.”
“I love you.” He didn’t move, afraid that he’d heard her wrong. When she looked at him again, he felt himself tumble into her eyes. She loved him. Rolling her to her back, he stood up and went to the basket. He came back with the small blue box that he’d gotten for her yesterday.
“I was going to make soft and romantic love to you out here and then feed you berries and wine. I had this whole thing planned out where you would be so overwhelmed that you’d say yes without thinking what a dork I am.” He took the ring out of the box and held it out so it glistened in the sun. “I love you, too, Jack. I want to spend the rest of my life showing you just how much. Will you marry me?”
“I’m naked.” He nodded and winked. “You should know that if this part of your proposal and my acceptance gets in the story when you’re ever asked to tell someone how you proposed, I’m going to castrate you.”