Turn and Burn
much for you, we’ll stop. But you gotta at least try.”
Her body tensed again. A very long minute of silence passed before she whispered, “Okay.”
Thank God. Fletch stepped back and held out his hand. “Come on. Let’s go catch us a horse.”
Tanna took his hand. “A slow horse. And I’d better get a big cookie after this demonstration of yours, Doc.”
“Sugar twang, I’ll personally feed you all the cookies you can eat.”
Chapter Twenty-two
Tanna was agitated.
The woman could not sit still after they’d returned from Eli’s. She prowled silently around the living area of his trailer, her brow furrowed. She’d give him one- or two-word answers if he asked her a question, but beyond that she remained quietly edgy.
Finally she said, “I’m goin’ to the pool.”
He slipped off his reading glasses and set them aside. He’d reread the same page for the last ten minutes anyway. “Thought the pool was off-limits to employees.”
“Only when there’s guests. The lodge is empty, which is why I’m not working tonight. I’ll see you later.”
The screen door banged shut behind her.
Normally he wouldn’t care that she hadn’t invited him to come along. But it did bother him, given the day had taken a toll on both of them.
During the grooming session with Eli’s docile trail horse, Fletch had stayed close to Tanna, offering silent reassurance by touching her as she touched the horse. The girls didn’t see her jerky movements or shaking hands, or recognize the higher-pitched tone of her voice. Eventually she calmed and Fletch had been proud of her.
While Tanna showed the tools of her barrel racing trade, breaking down the parts of the saddle, describing the different bits or snaffles, and the headstall—parts that made up the bridle—he remained in the shadows outside the barn, his body tense as if he’d absorbed Tanna’s fear.
So yeah, he’d like to blow off some steam too.
And he’d really like to see Tanna in a bikini.
The thought of rubbing oil all over her curvy body had him off the couch, searching for his board shorts.
Fletch gave her thirty minutes of alone time before he draped a towel around his neck and wandered to the pool.
It wasn’t a large pool, maybe twelve by twenty feet. The deepest end was only five and a half feet. A high fence enclosed the area, the wooden slats angled to allow air circulation within the space. The metal gate creaked when he entered and the smooth concrete was warm beneath his feet.
Tanna floated on an inflatable neon green lounge chair in the middle of the pool. Her breasts spilled out of her red string bikini top. The matching boy short bottoms showcased the curve of her hips and her flat abdomen.
He could lick her up one side and down the other. Sucking on her sun-warmed skin and tasting her sweat mixed with the chlorinated water.
“What are you doin’ here?”
“Came to join you for a little water play.”
“No offense, puddin’ pop, but I’m not in the mood for any of your games.”
Jesus. That haughty twang of hers got him hard as a fucking rock. As did the nearly derisive sneer on her lush mouth. Fletch knew Tanna loved it when he went all “caveman on her ass” and he wouldn’t want to disappoint her when she’d baited him first.
“Now I’m hurt. Guess I’ll have to play with myself.”
“You go right ahead and do that.”
“Cool. But, sugar twang, you might wanna close your eyes.”
She dismissively flapped her hand at him. “I’ve seen this particular show before.”
Fletch grinned. “Don’t say I didn’t warn ya.” He grabbed her bottle of suntan oil and squeezed a puddle in his palm. Keeping his eyes on hers, he slowly rubbed that oil down his left arm. Taking his time to work it into his biceps, triceps and forearms. Then he switched sides, giving the right arm equal attention.
Was Tanna even aware that she’d licked her lips?
He drizzled oil on his chest, his slick hands leisurely massaging it into his pectorals, the tips of his fingers digging into every ridged muscle. When he reached his nipples, Fletch let his head fall back as his thumbs traced around the puckered discs.
The sound of the float squeaking drifted to him. Was she getting a little squirmy from the show she claimed she didn’t want to watch?
Fletch squirted oil directly onto his sternum and ran his hands over his shoulders as one thick stream of liquid slid down, down, down his torso. Before the rivulet reached his belly button, he smeared it across his abs.
Dripping oil on his fingertips, he rubbed his fingers together before he placed them on his lower abdomen and began to inch them beneath the waistband of his board shorts, his eyes locked on to hers. Tanna couldn’t miss his cock tenting his trunks.
“Stop,” she said hoarsely. “Sweet Lord. Are you really fixin’ to jack off right here?”
Fletch feigned a confused look. “You thought I was . . . ?” He laughed. “God, no. I was just adjusting my trunks.” He rolled down the elastic band and tugged on the lining. “Why? Is that something you’d like to see?”
“I already told you no,” she snipped. “Now that you’re all greased up like you’re in a body builder’s competition, you gonna lay in the sun and see if you can’t get that skin a little redder?”
Such a smart mouth. He manufactured a shocked gasp. “You mean that was oil to make my skin darker? Not sunscreen?”
“Nope.”
“Well, shit. I’d better wash this oily gunk off right away.” He walked to the edge of the pool.
Her eyes widened. “Fletch. No.”
He tucked his arms around his knees as he jumped in. A big guy like him could do maximum water damage with a well-placed cannonball.
When he surfaced, he saw that he’d completely drenched Tanna. He’d even knocked her off the float.
Sweet.
“What are you? A twelve-year-old boy?” she demanded, wiping the water from her eyes.
“Yep. I see a girl I like at the pool and I splash her to get her attention. Especially if she’s fixin’ to ignore me.”
“Not nice, makin’ fun of my accent.” Tanna flipped her hair over her shoulder. When she noticed him stalking her, she warned, “I wasn’t kidding, Fletch. I’m in a mood and you really don’t wanna be around me right now.”
He put himself between her and the steps. “I’m in a mood myself. So how about we just skip the niceties and take out our frustrations on each other?” He’d herded her until her back was against the wall. Then he braced his hands on the ledge beside her shoulders and leaned in. “I wanna fuck you every way I can think up. Hard. Fast. Dirty. Rough. Nasty. I wanna use my mouth, my teeth, my hands and my cock in ways that’ll make you blush, make you scream and make you cream. I wanna strip this down between us to pure, animal fucking. It’ll take the edge off and then some.”
Tanna shuddered. Then she turned her head and bit down on the ball of his shoulder with enough force that he hissed. She licked the line of his collarbone, up to the arch of his neck and whispered, “Big talk. Prove it.”
Instant shot of adrenaline. His breathing changed. His focus sharpened.
Her nails dug in to the side of his neck as she yanked his mouth to hers for a ferocious kiss.
Fletch let her have control now—because after this? Control was all his.
When she finally relinquished his mouth, he spun her around so she was in front of him. One hand twisted in her hair and he flattened his other hand against her belly. His lips started at the tender sweep of her shoulder and drifted up, stopping behind her ear. “Do you wear your hair up at work?”
“Ah. No.”
“Good.” He opened his mouth below her hairline and sucked. Hard. And he kept sucking, marking her with a love bruise even when her knees buckled. He felt the vibration of Tanna’s moan beneath his lips and he couldn’t help but sink his teeth in a little more.
T
anna moaned louder.
He added two more marks that when he finished looked like a fat letter F. She might not be able to see it, but it was there. And he knew it was there.
Then his lips traveled to her other shoulder and he raised her arm up to nip and kiss the tender skin on the underside.
Another shiver worked down her body and he watched her nipples tighten.
Fletch let go of her hair. “Leave your arm up.” He bent it at an angle, keeping her bicep by her ear and putting her palm on the back of her head. “Stay like that.” He curled his hands around her rib cage and followed the contour of her body, slowly, pausing on her hips. “Spread your legs.”
She complied without protest.
He traced the edge of her suit bottoms. Even beneath the water he felt her abdomen quiver in response. He slipped his left hand beneath the elastic band, following her slit to her opening. He pushed one finger in her pussy, growling, “You’re so fucking wet. And I know it ain’t from the pool water.”
“It’s all you,” she breathed against his neck.
His dick twitched against her ass and she ground back into it. Fletch nudged her head to the side and fastened his mouth to the skin right below her jawbone as he plunged one finger in and out, then two.
Tanna undulated, bumping her pelvis into his hand.
“Hold still,” he warned. Once she’d settled, he slipped his right hand into her swimsuit bottoms too. He stretched the fleshy part above her pussy lips with his index and third finger, while his middle finger began to manipulate her clit.
“Oh God.”
His oil-slick fingers rubbed her inner pussy wall opposite her pubic bone. Knowing it drove her crazy, he alternated tapping on her clit with drawing small figure eights.
Fletch drifted into that place where her pleasure was his only concern. He tasted her skin and breathed in her scent, his fingers propelling her toward orgasm. The heat of the sun, the temperate water, her soft body pressed against his, the aromas of coconut oil and chlorine—this had to be paradise.
Just as he put his mouth on her ear to command her to come, she detonated. Her free hand hit the water, gasping moans drifting from her mouth. Tanna’s body trembled and he rode it out with her; her pussy sucking at his fingers, her clit pulsing.
She slumped against him after the final contraction. Her arm fell into the water with a splash.
Fletch straightened her swimsuit bottoms. Before Tanna came out of her haze, he spun her around to face him and hoisted her up, wrapping her thighs above his hips. Then he dipped his head, running his razor-stubbled cheeks across the upper swells of her breasts. “Arch back.”
“Fletch—”
“Do it.”
Tanna leaned back completely in the water and let herself float, arms out in a T shape while her legs were anchored around his waist. Her eyes were dark, sated, yet held a glimmer of lust. The sunlight reflected off her hair, highlighting the red in her mahogany tresses.
Fletch lowered his head and licked a line up her torso from her belly button to the hollow of her throat. His mouth slid to her right breast and he slipped his tongue under the swimsuit top. Her skin was cool and wet and soft . . . except for the hard nipple poking up.
When his hot mouth enclosed that tip, Tanna started to throw her head back, but caught herself at the last second.
He smiled and proceeded to torture her—biting, licking, exposing the wet tips to the air to watch them constrict, knowing she couldn’t move. He loved watching the way she parted her lush lips and how her chest lifted out of the water with every hitch in her breathing.
Tanna started to grind her pussy into his abdomen and he realized she was close to coming again.
“Get yourself off while I suck on your tits.”
“Yes.” He felt her hand delve between their bodies, her knuckles bumping his abs as she rapidly stroked her clit.
Although he couldn’t see what she was doing, it was fucking hot as hell knowing exactly what she was doing.
Especially when she started to moan, completely oblivious to everything except expressing her pleasure.
As soon as her hand fell away, Fletch pulled her up out of the water and kissed her. In a full-on onslaught. Teeth and tongues dueling while their chests slipped and slid against each other.
His hands skated from her shoulder blades to her butt and followed the cleft of her ass, stopping where her butt curved into her thigh. He slipped his thumb beneath the fabric of her swimsuit bottoms and stroked her anus.
Her body tensed but she seemed more startled than put off.
He pulled back so their lips were barely touching. “This ass? Mine today.”
A shiver ran through her.
“I want to bend you over that chaise lounge, slick up my cock with suntan oil and slam my dick deep into this pretty little asshole.” Fletch brushed butterfly kisses across her cheek, stopping at her ear. “I’ll ride you hard, Tanna. That’s the mood I’m in.”
She angled her head and scraped her teeth across the stubble on his jaw. “So do it.”
Jesus. The way she used her teeth sent a jolt of electricity straight to his balls.
“Just not here. I don’t want people to come running to see what’s goin’ on when they hear me howling.”
Fletch growled, clamped his hand on her butt, holding her in place as he exited the pool, his mouth zeroing in on all the hot spots on her neck.
Once they were on the pool deck, Tanna wiggled to be let down.
He slapped her ass. “Stay put. I’m gonna grab the oil and we’re gone.”
“You don’t have to carry me.”
“Oh, but I do. I don’t give a flying fuck what anyone thinks or sees. So unless you want me to fuck you right here, right now, you’ll keep this sexy body of yours wrapped around me tight until I set you down.”
“Yes, sir,” she said softly.
Fletch handed her the bottle of oil. “Hold this.” Flip-flops on his feet, he headed to the gate.
“But the towels—”
He cut her off with a kiss. They stayed outside the gate, dripping water, bodies plastered together, mouths locked in passion. When Tanna rocked her pelvis into his, he released her mouth. “Hold that thought, but I gotta see where I’m walking.”
She nodded and buried her face in his neck, her breaths fanning across his damp skin.
Fletch seemed to make the trip to his trailer in five steps.
As soon as they were inside, Tanna unhooked her legs, and stood in front of him. The suntan oil hit the floor. She paid no attention, digging her fingertips into his pectorals as she tongued his nipple.
He sucked in a surprised breath. She wasn’t shy about what she wanted when it came to sex, but she hadn’t acted this . . . hungry for it—for him—before.
Tanna lavished attention on his nipples and he let her, keeping his hands by his sides, relishing every lick and nip. Her wet hair trailed over his midsection and tiny, cold drops of water kept landing on the tops of his feet, making him flinch.
Enough. He needed her hot mouth and cool hands elsewhere.
Fletch cupped her jaw in his left hand and used his right hand to tug down his swim trunks. He feathered his thumb across her full bottom lip. “Such a pretty mouth. I want it on my cock.”
With her eyes locked on his, Tanna sucked on his thumb, swirling her tongue around it. She allowed a cocky smirk before she dropped to her knees.
The instant her lips circled the cockhead, his entire body tightened in anticipation. No matter how many times she’d blown him, he’d never get used to that dizzying feeling of the first wet touch of her mouth.
He stroked her hair as she brought him deeper with every bob of her head. Instead of using her hand to jack his shaft while her mouth performed oral magic, her fingers clutched his thighs. When his shaft was fully seated in her mouth, the tip bumping against the back of her throat, her nose against his lower belly, he held her there.
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“That’s it baby, breathe through your nose. Now swallow. I wanna feel those throat muscles kissing my cock.”
Tanna’s eyes remained closed as she swallowed.
“Ah fuck. Next time I’ll come down your throat like this.” He let his hands fall away and she retreated, his dick slipping out of her mouth.
She nuzzled his hip, and planted kisses across his lower abdomen.
Hauling her to her feet, he claimed her mouth while untying her swimsuit top. After flinging it aside, his hands slid down to remove her bottoms. A driving need built inside him with each openmouthed kiss. He wanted to possess this woman, fuck her, mark her, own her, leave an imprint on her so skin deep, so bone deep, that she’d only ever think of him. That she’d only ever want him.