Vivian Arend - Rocky Mountain Heat

The only sound was the dull beat of the music echoing from the far side of the wall. Blake focused on the one undeniable truth before him. In the past five minutes something had changed, and there was no going back. Either he stepped up or he stepped aside.

Did he want her?

Damn, he wanted her so bad he had to restrain himself from tossing her over his shoulder like a caveman and hightailing out to his truck for a little action in the back. Or forget even making it to the truck, he’d slip them into the back room and fuck her against the wall, hard and fast, until they both made more of those noises of pleasure she was so good at producing. His cock was rock hard from watching her with his brothers, and every breath he took hurt.

But it was her expression that threatened to bring him to his knees. She’d been in Joel’s arms, Jesse’s hand on her body, but she stared at Blake as if he was the one who had just rocked her world.

The difference in their ages, her having been Travis’s girlfriend, being a big-brother figure when he wanted much more—all the issues haunting him faded to insignificance in light of how much he needed her.

Why in the hell had he kept them apart?

He took a step toward her. Her hair lay tousled around her face, wisps of curls stuck in the air in spots. A trickle of sweat ran down her neck, past her collarbone. She breathed hard, her eyes glittering grey stars shining straight into his soul.

“Blake?”

Her voice trembled.

She bit her lower lip again and Blake drew in a harsh breath. He didn’t step toward her, frozen by the sight of Jesse’s fingers trailing along her arm, by Joel leaning in close to her other side and nuzzling her neck.

“So, you decided?” Jesse whispered. “Are we taking Jaxi home or are you? Or all of us? Because it’s high time this headed somewhere a little more private.”

Blake damned himself for waiting, for giving the twins a chance to touch her and make her want them. Now he couldn’t rip her from their arms.

She had to choose.

He flicked his head to the side. The twins stepped back a pace, leaving Jaxi standing in the middle of their circle. She swayed as her legs supported her full weight alone for the first time since the start of the game.

“Jaxi, who…” He hesitated. He wasn’t going to beg, but he wanted her to know what he was asking. This wasn’t just about right here and right now. He caressed her cheek with his hand. “You offered me something pretty special the other night and I turned you down.”

Jesse and Joel exchanged quick looks.

“I wasn’t sure what the right thing to do was, I’ll admit it. But I’m not uncertain anymore. If you still want me.”

He was going to drown in her eyes. The tip of her tongue slipped out and wet her lips. Jaxi narrowed her eyes, and her voice dropped to a whisper. Soft and intimate, just for his ears.

“You still think you’re too old for me, Blake Coleman? Because I don’t want someone who’s going to be all careful and delicate with me when what you want is a woman to make love with—”

He crushed her to him, slanting his mouth over hers to taste her lips for the first time. Sweet honey and hops lingered on her tongue, but the overwhelming flavor was Jaxi and nothing else. Blake ate at her mouth hungrily, lifting her body to his to mold her close, his fingers cradling the cheeks of her ass as he tried to wrap her around him more intimately. Jaxi had her fingers in his hair, keeping them so tight together that if he needed to breathe it was going to have to be through her. He barely stopped from ripping her clothes off. But as much as he wanted to touch her everywhere, a small part of his mind remembered they were in a public place.

A very small part.

He wrenched his mouth from hers and dropped his head to her shoulder. Somehow they’d crossed the room until they were against the pool table. Jaxi’s hips rested on the edge of the green felt, legs spread wide to allow Blake to fit between, snug against her crotch. The heat of her sex burned through the thin fabric of her dress and his denim jeans, and Blake took a deep breath and fought for control.

“You two want us to create a road block at the door or you going to make it home okay?” Joel’s quiet question hung in the air.

Jaxi squirmed.

“What?” Blake asked.

She pulled him close to whisper in his ear. “You don’t know how tempted I am to say ‘road block’ right now.”

He swallowed hard. “I’m not taking you for the first time on a pool table, Slick.”

“How about the sixth? Or tenth? Promise me sometime we can do it on a pool table—”

Blake dragged her off the table and into his arms. “You keep talking like that, and we won’t make it anywhere but the parking lot.”

Blake carried her out the door of the hall. A couple of wolf whistles echoed in their direction, and Jaxi tucked her face farther into the crook of his neck. She was finally in his arms, where she’d longed to be, but his touch was new enough she wanted their relationship to remain private.

By morning the whole town would know. Was Blake ready?

“You sure about this? You take me back inside, and we can pretend this was a joke. We can keep it a secret for a bit. Otherwise everyone will talk.”

She couldn’t believe she’d actually said that. Thank God, listening to her suggestions seemed to be the farthest thing from his mind. He kissed her again, his hands possessive on her body as he lowered her then drew their hips together intimately, pressing his rigid cock against the softness of her belly. His tongue swept over her teeth, tasting and teasing, as he leaned her back against the side of his truck, trapping her between the unyielding metal and the solid length of his body.

Jaxi’s head was spinning before he drew back, his eyes dark with arousal. “This is no joke, and I don’t give a damn who knows I’m taking you home with me tonight. Unless you tell me right now you don’t want me, I plan on being buried as deep as possible in you, as soon as I can, and they could sell tickets for all I care.”

“I want you. I’ve always wanted you,” Jaxi gasped.

Blake closed his eyes for a second before he cupped her face in his hands. “Then you need to stop fussing. You didn’t seem worried about people watching you when it was the twins who were doing the touching. I guess maybe I need to ask you the same thing you asked me. Am I too old for you? Are you able to offer me everything I need? ’Cause I don’t want a shy little thing in my bed, or someone who’s worried about what other people will say. In fact, I want a woman who’s not afraid to seduce me right under other people’s noses, like I saw the other day in the shower. Someone who’ll wear a sexy dress and maybe even leave her panties behind so I can touch her anytime and anywhere I want. Someone who can handle me as hard and as often as I need. So you look at me with those big eyes of yours and you tell me. Are you able to give me everything I need?”

Blake breathed hard, his chest rising and falling fast, his hands on her strong and firm. She’d watched him for many years, seen him in many different moods. She’d never seen him like he was tonight.

Raw. Needy.

All male.

Everything she’d longed for.

She reached to grab one of his hands and pulled it to her lips, staring into his eyes as she kissed his palm. Without a word she tugged until his strong hand rested between her legs, cupping her mound. Slowly, inch-by-inch, she wiggled up the filmy layers of her skirt until they slipped from under his hand.

And his fingers touched the soft curls of her body.

Their eyes were still connected the moment he realized she was naked under her dress. The heat that flashed was enough to send a wave of desire through her body, causing a flood of liquid to slip over his fingers.

“Damn it, Slick, I’m not going to last thirty seconds with you, am I?”

Her head fell back against the window as he touched her, his thick, work-toughened fingers gently caressing her labia. He separated her and pressed in a circle over the tight nub at the apex of her mound. Blake touched his lips to the side of her neck, nipped at the tendon there, then soothed it with a sweep of his tongue. He leaned in close, speaking just above a whisper.

“I was going to drive you straight home, but before we leave I think you owe me something. You owe me for letting Jesse and Joel touch you and bring you pleasure in front of my eyes. So we’re going to stay right here until you drop some more sweet honey on my fingers and you make more of those sweet sounds from your lips. You’re going to let me watch you come apart, and it will be my hand that takes you there.”

His mouth descended again—hot and needy, demanding and incessant. He kissed her as his fingers stroked, circled, teased. Pressure built through her core, an uneasy balance of pleasurable tension and tingling ache. Blake rubbed her clit while his tongue delved into her mouth, twisting her emotions even as his hand twisted her senses into overload.

He pressed one long finger deep, swallowing the gasp of pleasure that escaped from her lips.

They stood in the shadows on the side of the parking lot, lights flicking past from the occasional vehicle. The glare of headlights faded to nothing as Blake continued, slow and even, to press into her sheath. She opened her legs wider, instinctively trying to ease his passage, attempting to let him farther into her aching core. The warm August air gusted around them, and heat flowed over her skin as his fingers continued to caress, the heel of his hand unwavering against her throbbing clit.