Animal Instincts [The Andersons 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) (20 page)

Dropping the tailgate, he perched her on it, her squeal from the cool metal touching her bare ass transforming into a loud, wanton groan when, and without preamble, he spread her legs wide and thrust his hard cock in deep.

“Lay back,” he ordered. “And put your feet on my shoulders.”

Ramona did as requested, the soles of her Nikes leaving dirty prints over his pale blue shirt, and groaned louder when Rex leaned forward, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her harder against his pelvis, driving himself deeper. She looked down to where they were joined, but couldn’t see the damp stain she knew covered the front of his jeans from her juices.

She caught his gaze and realized with his clenched jaw that he was fighting, and losing control. She almost came on the spot. “Rex, do me. Make me come.” As sure as the stars twinkled in the night sky above them, a smug smile surfaced. “And when you come, I wanna hear you. In the stable, you shouting, it was a real turn-on. Do it again. Let rip.”

“Let rip,” he repeated. “Will do.”

Then he “did her.”

Hard thrust, followed by pelvic rock. Hard thrust. Pelvic rock. Hard thrust and… With her orgasmic howls reaching up and ricocheting off the stars, totally drowning out his own let-rip groans, Rex detonated inside Ramona. In the back of her sex-clouded mind it occurred that it might be only a matter of minutes before her brother, Matt, arrived to arrest them both for breaking public indecency laws. Not to mention disturbing the peace.

She didn’t care. And seemingly, Rex didn’t care either.

Rex obviously couldn’t give a damn a minute later, either, when he carried her half-naked body inside the house, his cock still hard and on full view to any creature whether two- or four-legged that might have had the need to wander past at that point in time.

Halfway up the stairs, Ramona began to wriggle. She felt worried again. Her heart was still thumping from her orgasm, her body alive and tingling all over. Sex and slush had fused together, and she couldn’t seem to separate them. She needed to slow down this down. “Rex, I…”

“You’ve had your jungle-jump sex,” he interrupted. “Now it’s my turn to have what I want. Ramona, I want to make love to you. With you. Slow and sweet.”

Slow was good, but sweet? Ramona pulled a face as Rex entered his room and deposited her on the bed. She toed off her Nikes, then like some wide-eyed kid on their first visit to a candy store, watched him undress until he stood naked before her. He truly was one hot man. He simply dwarfed her, but with his solid muscle came strength and security…
Uh-oh. Too slushy.

She turned her attention to something not so slushy. The wet stain covering the groin area of his jeans had been interesting, but not as interesting as his cock. It hadn’t softened at all and was maybe even harder than before. Rex had stamina guaranteed and left her exes woefully lacking in the bedroom department. She leaned forward to take him in her mouth, but he stepped back.

“Uh-uh. There’s only one place where this is going.”

She waggled her eyebrows in order to inject some humor into what she knew was rapidly turning slushy—her baby steps had all but transformed into long, purposeful strides—but Rex’s dreamy toffee-brown eyes, already dark with desire, just grew more intense as he took hold of the hem of her T-shirt and lifted it up and over her head. Surprisingly, her bright red satin bra followed.

“I want to see all of you,” he told her, his tone low and husky. “Touch every part of you. Inside and out.”

On a drawn-out, sensual whimper, which Ramona actually couldn’t quite believe had come from her, she laid back, the comforter soft against her bare skin, while Rex stretched himself out at her side. He propped himself up on one elbow, his other hand free to touch.

He started with her face, gently running his forefinger across her forehead, down her nose, and over her jawline up to each ear. He inclined his head and nuzzled the side of her neck. She felt his smile against her skin at the impatient grunt she uttered when he drew his finger down the column of her throat, the valley between her breasts, down her belly and stopped just short at the trimmed patch of intensely wet curls hiding her clit.

“Like I said, slow and sweet.”

“Yeah, but there’s slow and then there’s
slow
. Which one are you?”

He raised his head, his eyes teasing and hungry. “Well, since my name’s L-a-t-i-m-e-r, what do you think?”

Ramona groaned at Rex’s wit and then went to take hold of his cock to hurry the party along, but he just caught her hand and brought it up to his mouth. Her breath hitched. As with her feet, Rex was the first man to kiss her fingers. It was such an erotic sight to watch his warm mouth sliding down and up each finger, his warmer tongue twirling around each tip, that she couldn’t spoil it by saying he didn’t know where they’d been.

He pressed a hot kiss to her palm, gave it a hot flick with his tongue, then returned her hand to her side and carried on with his forefinger caresses. Never once taking his hungry eyes from hers, hitching her breath further, he zigzagged across her shoulders, spiraled her breasts to the tips of her aching, pearled nipples, made a slow figure eight on her belly, pitter-patted her hips and the tops of her thighs, and drew long lines down and up her legs.

Apart from her breasts, he hadn’t really touched her intimately, yet her pussy juices were dripping on the comforter.

Ramona uttered another sensual whimper when Rex, his breath hot and rough in her ear, whispered, “Turn over.” She rolled onto her front and literally melted when he pressed the heel of his palm to the top of her neck and smoothed it down the length of her spine and back up.

Shifting to kneel astride her, his heavy balls nestled between her slightly parted legs, Rex massaged her shoulders, his strong fingers releasing the kinks and knotting other parts of her body, specifically the source of pulsating heat at the apex of her thighs. Her pussy was on fire, and not even her flowing juices could extinguish the flames.

He slowly worked his way down her back, rubbing, kneading, stroking, his magic touch creating havoc to her already slush-addled brain. He playfully patted her ass. His fingers of one hand then slipped between her cheeks and drove deep into her slick pussy, his thumb pressing and playing her clit.
Oh. Yeah. Right. There.

Her orgasm caught her unawares. One second, Ramona was thinking of asking Rex to add his wicked mouth to his expert fingering, the next—bam!—she was howling as a tidal wave of bliss smashed through her body, leaving her quaking from the tips of her gel-spiked hair to her painted toenails. She just hoped Samantha had gone to bed early and was sound asleep.

“Turn over,” he said, his drawling Southern voice oozing the familiar smugness.

Still panting as though she’d run a marathon, Ramona rolled over beneath him. Her heart rolled with her. Yes, the smile was as smug as the tone, but she couldn’t have cared less, not when she knew she’d totally fallen in love with him. “I came so friggin’ hard. What did you do?”

“I do believe I found your G-spot.”

Then Rex’s mouth covered hers in a long, passion-filled, and drugging kiss. Oh, so drugging, because how on earth did she end up in his lap, her legs wrapped around his waist, her arms around his neck, her fingers tunneled through his hair?

The position was so full of slush, so very intimate, but quell shock, horror, gasp, Ramona adopted it as her new favorite. Not only because Rex’s steel-hard cock was already inside her, filling her completely, but with one of his hands under her ass, his other arm straight up her spine, his fingers curled around her nape, he made her feel wanton and safe at the same time. Again, she hoped that Samantha was sound asleep.

Finally, finally, Rex broke contact with Ramona’s mouth, but only to dot kisses along her jawline. “Are you comfortable?”

She licked his ear. “Mmm.”

“Put your hands on my thighs and lift yourself up and down.” She did as he asked, and he groaned low and raw because where his hand was positioned he could feel exactly what she felt. He could feel how deep they were joined. His cock was buried right up to the hilt, and then some.

She repeated the movement, quicker this time, and he hissed. Was she trying to give him a heart attack? “Slow and sweet, Ramona,” he reminded her. “Slow and sweet.”

“Sorry.” She gave him an apologetic smile as she pushed down on his cock, loving the feel of the thick shaft expanding and pressing the right buttons, the very tip touching her heart. “But I swear you’re making me come again.”

With a wicked twinkle and a smug tone, he said, “I know. But do keep it slow and sweet. I want to savor every delicious moment. Also, can you keep your howling to a minimum? I did let rip earlier. Not that you would have heard me.”

Ramona dug her nails into Rex’s thighs as she lifted herself up and down, slow and sweet, her moans husky and low as indeed she did come again. Just as intense. Just as breathless.

Still reeling, her inner pussy muscles clenching him, holding tight, Rex took over and in one fluid movement, he pressed her back against the pillows, never once breaking his smooth hip action, his strokes fanning the flames of another orgasm. Or was it the same one? Ramona wasn’t sure. What she was sure of, though, was that “slushy” wasn’t so bad after all.

Sunday—one slush-filled week later…

Ramona slipped quietly into Rex’s bedroom, removed her brand-new Nikes, sweats, tee, and underwear, and went to rejoin Rex, who lay on his side asleep. However, her reflection in the full-sized vanity mirror stood in the corner of the room stopped her.

She went over and stood before it, grimacing as she rubbed a hand over her stomach. Four big slices of chocolate birthday cake weighed like lead. Common sense and her father had told her she’d regret it. Had she taken notice of either? Of course she had. Not! She may have dragged herself from Rex’s bed to go for her customary morning run, but she’d never made it out of the front door, her guts were that tender.

Ramona again grimaced. Samantha’s guts were tender, too. Not from overindulgence, though, but from being kicked with a size twelve steel-capped boot when Detective Tyrell from Butte had informed her that not only had Mark Raven been granted bail, but that he’d chosen to move back in with his parents, who lived a half-mile up the road from their parents’ house.

Up until that point, their birthday had been perfect, including her present from Rex. He’d given Samantha the romantic gift of a silver charm bracelet, saying he hoped it would make her lucky in love. She, on the other hand, received the Nikes.

Actually, in all honesty, the last week had been perfect. For the sake of her sister, Rex had agreed not to advertise the fact they were a couple and swinging from the vines. Apart from the evening before, she’d stayed with Samantha nighttimes at her parents’ house. And not once had Rex complained. Nor had he asked her to stay with him because his bed was lonely without her.

If Rex possessed a selfish bone in that hot body of his, then she’d never found it. And she’d looked. She had her favorite part. And no, it wasn’t his cock—though that came a close second—but his chest, particularly the lickable ribs. She would never tire of them.

She would never tire of him.

Rex also proved very adventurous and a maestro at blending jungle-jump sex and slushy lovemaking. Monday evening after the surgery had closed and before leaving to be with Samantha, the garden swing seat episode had been most memorable. Likewise, upon her return the morning before, their steamy, flirty, and soapy “birthday” shower had quickly diverted to her bed for a “slow and sensual joining of bodies and minds”—his words, not hers.

But whether it was jungle-jump or slush, the result was always the same—one, two, even three howling orgasms and warmth and security in his arms. Yet, surprisingly she’d never confessed her love for Rex, probably because she was waiting for him to be the first to say those three little words. And for him to mean them, not to go back on them the very next day. A tiny part of her still wanted those baby steps.

Her stomach gurgled, and Ramona grimaced for the third time.

“You gonna get rid?” a drawling voice behind her asked.

“You bet. Straight down the john. I hope it doesn’t block.”

“You disgust me.”

Startled by the remark, Ramona turned around. Sitting up in bed, naked from the waist up, the sheet covering his lap and the rest of his nakedness, his hair stuck up at right angles, Rex’s eyes glinted dangerously and his lips were curled into a sneer. Were they talking about two different things? She definitely believed so.

“I overloaded on chocolate cake last night. What did you think I was referring to?” A confusing light blinked. But something clicked for her. “Did you think I was pregnant?” There was no reply. “As if you don’t already know, I’m on the pill.” Still no reply. “Okay, Rex, just what is your problem with the—” She broke off as something else clicked. “Oh, Stacey was on the pill, but she somehow fell pregnant, yes? I guess that can happen. If you’re sick with an infection of some sort and taking antibiotics. You once said you wanted a family, but she didn’t. So, is that what Stacey did? Aborted your baby?”

When Rex blew out a very long and heavy breath, Ramona knew he was ready to tell her how his marriage ended up down the john and the reasons for why he’d moved to Silver Creek.