Hot Shot

  “Okay,” I say softly.

  He slips his other hand around my waist and pulls me right up against him. The flask falls from my fingers as I reach up and grip his jacket.

  “I’m wet,” I warn him.

  I meant from the rain, but he just grins at me and says, “Good.”

  Then he kisses me.

  It’s even more electric than the first time.

  Maybe it’s the rain, the way my dress sticks to my body, or it’s the fiery taste of rye on his lips, or it’s the storm building outside, or the overall romance of Shane and Rachel’s wedding day. Or it’s just how Fox is kissing me right now, with a wild, unbridled intensity, like he’s been starving for me for weeks. Either way, this kiss feels like it might be the end of me.

  “Del,” he whispers against my lips.

  But he doesn’t have to say anything else.

  He kisses me, wet, hot, then grabs me and pulls me into the nearest stall, the ground covered in hay, his grip on me tight, dominating, commanding.

  “Get on the hay,” he says, his voice husky and rich.

  Bossy.

  I like it.

  I drop down to my knees in the hay-covered stall, staring up at him while he quickly unzips his pants. His cock bobs free between him and I'm breathless once again.

  I can barely tear my eyes away from his cock to look up at him. Of course he looks smug—why shouldn't he—but there's a sense of awe in his eyes, like he can't believe this is happening again.

  That makes two of us.

  I close my eyes and tentatively slide my tongue along the sensitive underside before circling his crown, dark and lush, licking at the precum. The salt hits my tongue, revving my desire for him to another level.

  His hand goes into my damp hair, pulling lightly, and he groans as I try and take him all into my mouth.

  “Del,” he whispers hoarsely. “It’s been too long.” He pulls away from me, his cock wet and bobbing from my mouth and glances down at me with heavy-lidded eyes. “I hate to make you stop sucking my dick because you suck so well but I need to be inside you. I need to fuck your brains out right fucking now. I need you like nothing else.”

  Since I'm already on my knees (and totally ruining my dress) and I'm salivating for the taste of him, I grab his ass with one hand, my fingernails digging in as I tug him toward me. With my other hand I grasp his cock at the base, making a ring around it. He's so goddamn hard, it's like velvet steel, and silky to touch. I can feel the hot blood rushing underneath, the way his cock ticks with each beat of his heart.

  He jerks his chin at me. “Turn around.”

  My heart is pumping hard in anticipation as I pivot around on the hay so I'm on all fours, my ass raised in the air. He drops to his knees behind me and I hold my breath, waiting for his touch.

  Swiftly he lifts up my dress until it's bunched around my waist and slides my underwear over.

  “God, I need you, need this,” he says gruffly, moments before he grabs my ass, squeezing hard so I stay in place. I flinch, the pressure from his fingertips is firm and yet the moment he yields, I want it even more.

  He pulls me toward him as he positions himself and with one swift jerk, pushes into me. The air is expelled from my chest as he fills me, a gasp broken on my lips.

  “Are you okay?” he asks, shuddering the words as he pushes himself fully inside.

  I can’t speak. I can’t think. I can only feel, every single inch of his hard cock as I squeeze around him. I try and nod, get my breath.

  His grip around my ass tightens. “I won’t be gentle, not now, not when I need to fuck you this much.”

  Holy hell.

  I’ve never seen him like this.

  He’s lost to a wild place and I’m carried in the undertow.

  “How badly do you want me?” he asks, his voice thicker now. He pauses, slowly pulling out in such a teasing, languid way that it’s torturous. I feel empty, aching for him, I want him to fill me up and up and up, like a balloon ready to burst.

  “Yes,” and then he’s pounding into me, fast and deep and relentless. Over and over and over again, this breakneck pace that has me trying to hang on to the hay for dear life, my breasts jiggling with each quick, hard thrust.

  “I’ve missed this, missed you,” he says through a husky groan. His pumps become quicker, deeper, and messy, like he’s losing control and going over the edge and taking me with him. I’ve never had a man in so deep like this, not just inside me but inside my head. He’s everything I’ve ever wanted and everything I shouldn’t have and he’s fucking me like we might lose everything tomorrow.

  And we might.

  “I want you to come,” he growls, grabbing the back of my hair until it’s gathered in his hand, totally ruining my updo. He pushes forward until my cheek is pressed into the hay and he’s holding me down, grunting hard with each thrust.

  Jesus. He’s out of control. He’s become someone else, an animal, a beast, as relentless as the flames he fights. I’m at his mercy and I don’t think I’ve ever wanted something more than for him to take such control and just fuck the living hell out of me.

  Hell, heaven, whatever this is, I know it’s something I’ll never come back from. I know I’ll never want to. In my wildest, kinkiest dreams about him, it’s never been this good.

  While he yanks back at my hair and then holds me down in place, he slips his other hand under my stomach, his fingers finding my clit.

  I’m so wet, slick and ready for him, it doesn’t take long for him to push me to the edge. I can feel the fire raging inside me.

  He is merciless, grunting hard with each thrust, this rough, animalistic noise that gets louder and louder the closer he gets to coming. It’s such a fucking beautiful noise that it causes the heat to build in my core, coaxing the last bit of fire I have left.

  I don’t even have time to tell him I’m coming. It just happens, quick and swift, and I’m swept away, tumbling and turning, over and over as the orgasm churns through me. I’m burning up in flames, I never want it to let me go. My body quakes and shudders from head to toe as I pulse around him. I am light and heavy and my heart has dove wings. I never want to feel anything but this, never want anyone else but him.

  “Delilah,” he groans out my name and then I feel him as he comes, the pressure in my hair, the slamming of his hips into my ass. The sounds coming out of his mouth are crude and I’d give anything to watch his face as he empties into me. “Yes. God, yes.”

  His thrusts slow down, his hand in my hair slowly letting go, releasing the pressure from my head. He’s breathing hard, his hulking body hovering over me. Drops of sweat fall onto my back, making me shudder.

  Then, as the orgasm starts to slide away into the background, the reality of what we’d just done hits me.

  Fox just fucked me in the barn. From behind. My head pressed—no, held—to the hay.

  He was animal.

  He was wild.

  He dominated my every move.

  Just as he dominates my heart.

  I get to my feet, my hands are marked with deep indentations from the hay.

  I pull down my dress which isn’t any drier now and take some hay to wipe him off my inner thighs, then turn around to see Fox zipping his fly back up.

  I give him a lazy, sated grin. “Well we certainly never did that as teenagers.” I pause. “Unless you had sex in this barn with someone else and if that’s the case, I don’t want to hear about it.”

  “Don’t worry about that,” he says as he picks up his suit jacket and shucks it on. “Do I look acceptable?”

  I walk over to him, feeling unsteady on my feet and smooth down the front of his shirt, straighten his bowtie, and tug on the lapels of his jacket. “You look ridiculously handsome.”

  He gives me a small, almost sad smile before he runs his thumb over my bottom lip. Then he grips my chin between his fingers and kisses me softly. It’s still enough to make my toes curl, my body melt slightly into his.

  I
s this us now? Is this what we do? Or is this just for here, just in private?

  He pulls away and says, “You don’t think they suspect anything between us, do you?”

  Oh. Shit.

  “Uh,” I begin awkwardly. “I’m pretty sure they’ve figured it out.”

  He cocks a brow and reaches over, picking a strand of hay out of my hair. “You told them?”

  “It was Riley. She guessed it. And then after that…”

  “After that I’m sure even the neighbors knew.”

  “Are you mad?”

  He runs his hand through his hair. “Mad, Del? No. I just wish it was between us because this feels like something very…I don’t know. New. Special. Private.”

  “I’m sorry,” I tell him, feeling like shit. “I didn’t think everyone would know.”

  He sighs. “Well, at least I don’t have to lie too much when we go back up there and they’re asking where we were.”

  “Honestly, we don’t have to say a thing.”

  He steps out of the stall and picks up the fallen flask from the floor, finishing the rest of it. Then he puts it back in his inner pocket and from his other pocket he takes out a couple of round white pills and throws them back in his throat, swallowing them dry.

  “What are those?” I ask.

  “I get headaches,” he says.

  “Like, after sex?”

  He smiles softly. “Like, often. Not during sex though, thank god.” He holds out his arm for me. “Come on, the rain has died down. Let’s go eat and be social. If you’re lucky, I might even ask you to dance.”

  I put my arm in his and we head out of the barn.

  10

  Fox

  There is nothing in this world better than waking up in your own bed after weeks sleeping in tents and on cold, hard ground.

  Actually, that’s not true.

  The one thing that’s better than that is waking up in that bed, with a beautiful naked woman next to you.

  My eyes are open, the fragments of a horrible dream slipping away into nothingness, and Del is lying beside me sleeping on her stomach, her gorgeous face at peace, her thick and shiny hair sprawled out around her.

  I have to take a moment to let it sink in.

  There are feelings rushing through me that I’m not sure what to do with, that are catching me off-guard. I feel so much for her at this moment, and I’m momentarily breathless.

  I can’t believe this is happening.

  That this did happen.

  Me.

  With Del.

  All my life she’s been there. I was lost after my mother died, unmoored and angry and reckless and sad, so horribly sad, and then she came along and changed my whole fucking world.

  The truth is, I never thought of her as a sister. I may say that to people and I certainly get why Shane and Maverick might think that way about her, but I never did. She was always something separate, the girl next door, a light that would always lead me out of the black. She was my saving grace and the one constant thing I had in my life, the one person who could turn things around.

  I’ve never told her that. I’m not sure that I can. What I feel for her has always been so deep and complicated that I still don’t quite know what it is.

  What I do know is that sleeping with her has injected a little chaos into my life. Not in a bad way, just in a way that I can’t seem to wrap my head around. Roy died last week right before my eyes. The first member of our hot shot team to go and…I haven’t been myself since then.

  Fuck, I don’t think I’ve been myself ever. I don’t know if I even know who my true self is.

  But I do know that the moment I laid eyes on Del at the wedding yesterday, looking impossibly stunning in that dress that showed off her tanned smooth skin, the curve of her breasts, the slope of her shoulders, all that sorrow was diverted. It didn’t stop, it was just sent in another direction, far away from us.

  It’s stayed away. Being deep inside her brought me peace. It made the war in my heart come to a cease-fire. It made me feel a fire that didn’t burn from hate and shame but from another place, a pure place.

  Though to be honest, what I’m feeling for her right now is anything but fucking pure.

  I reach over and pull back the covers so her ass is exposed and take a good long minute to drink her all in.

  Del has a fantastic body. She’s tall, with lean muscle and these perky breasts that drive me crazy every time she’s not wearing a bra. But I’m pretty sure her ass is my favorite part. Of course, I’ve seen her in a bathing suit numerous times. Sometimes, when I’m home during the summer, we’ll be down at Willow Lake with a cooler of beer and she’ll be wearing some retro bikini that makes you stop and stare.

  But everything is different now that I actually have her in my bed, now that I’ve had her in my hands, that I’ve touched and licked and tasted every part of her. I can’t stop wanting her. I can’t believe my luck.

  She groans softly, turning her head over on the pillow and I smile at her, her lithe tanned body against the white sheets. I’m sure she’d think I was a total creep for just staring at her like this.

  I don’t care. I’ll take her scorn. The more I look at her surprising beauty, the more the darkness is banished, somewhere, elsewhere.

  “Are you staring at my ass?” she says, muffled into the pillow.

  I bite my lip to keep from laughing as she turns over onto her side, her hair spilling over half her face.

  “I was,” I admit. “Now I’m staring at your tits.”

  I’m pretty sure her face is slowly turning red under that hair. I reach over and brush it back off her face, cupping her jaw as I stare into her eyes. Green and gold and bronze all swirling around. I used to say she had mood ring eyes as they always seemed to change color, especially while growing up. Now, even in certain light, like the bright morning sunshine coming through a gap in the blinds, they look as gold as a field during sunset.

  “Now I’m staring at you,” I say, licking my lips. “Because I’m having a hard time believing that you’re in my bed, naked. I’m waiting for that moment when you evaporate between my hands and you were never here to begin with.”

  She gazes at me through her long dark lashes and I feel the heat in my chest intensify, her tenderness is disarming. Then she gives me the cheekiest of grins and reaches down, her palm sliding flat along my stomach until she grips the edge of my very hard cock.

  “I think your dick believes I’m here,” she says sweetly.

  God, help me. I knew Del could be saucy and devious, but I never imagined her this way with me, like this, with her hand gripped expertly around my cock. My eyes nearly roll back in my head.

  “It certainly does,” I manage to say, the raw lust and need starting to build inside me. My fingers press harder into her jaw as I lean in and kiss her, capturing her mouth against mine. I lean over her until she’s lying on her back and my tongue dances with hers, stoking the fire.

  “Oh, Fox,” she says.

  My name sounds so good.

  I unleash myself on her neck, licking and sucking just the way she liked it before, until soft moans fall from her mouth. Music to my ears.

  My fingers slip between her legs and I’m instantly hard

  “God, you’re so wet for me,” I whisper to her, my voice catching in my throat. “Can I make you wetter?”

  She gives out a breathy “yes” as I slip my finger along her cunt, the sensation making me delirious with lust. She lets out a lengthy moan, her hands tighter in my hair. “I want my cock to slide into you, just like this.” I add an extra finger and move them in together. “In and out, in and out,” I whisper as my fingers go along. “You want it harder, deeper?”

  She groans and I look up to see her arch back, her breasts pointed forward, her sweet, pink nipples tight and hard.

  What a fucking sight.

  “Do you want my cock?” I ask softly. “My tongue? How would you like me to fuck you?”

  “Anything,
Fox, anything,” she says through another moan as I drive my fingers even deeper.

  I press my face in, my tongue snaking out and licking up to her clit. “You taste so good,” I murmur into her and she shudders from the vibrations. “I’ll never get enough of this.”

  I suck her clit into my mouth, wet, warm, and she gives a sharp cry, calling out my name in such a way that it will be my undoing if she keeps this up.

  I pull away, needing a breather, needing to control myself. Her eyes are half-closed, dazed, mouth open with her hair falling over her face.

  Fucking.

  Beautiful.

  “I want to fuck you from behind, darling,” I tell her as I slip my arm under her back and flip her over on the bed so she’s on her stomach.

  I positon myself behind her ass, her long shapely legs between my muscular thighs, my cock hot and inflexible in my hands. With one hand I run my finger down the crack of her gorgeous ass, so perfectly toned and perky, that I instinctively give it a smack with my palm.

  I wait a moment, watching for her reaction. Her ass rises a little higher, wanting more.

  I smack it again, hard—crack—the sound filling the room.

  “You like that too?” I murmur and the moment she nods, I spank her again, this time getting both cheeks, turning them pink.

  She nods, makes a sweet little sound of urgency and that alone makes me want to explode.

  I grab my cock at the base and steadily push it in between her legs, into her cunt, deep as I can go.

  I groan as she envelops me, a tight velvet fist. The fact that her legs are closed together means I have the added friction from her thighs.

  Fuck. I’m not going to last long.

  She grips me from the inside out and I push in further, my breath shuddering.

  I press my hand down on her shoulder for leverage, slowly pulling myself out, then back in, trying to find the rhythm without crushing her. My thighs are doing most of the work, shaking slightly, the muscles popping as I move faster and faster, my cock disappearing entirely inside her, the base shiny from her desire.

  My hips circle and I shorten my thrusts so I don’t slip out. She’s wet down to the middle of her thighs and I want to stay inside her deep like this, tightly packed. It’s such a fucking squeeze that a sweat is breaking out at my temples, my muscles wound too tight.