Curtis (26 page)

“I’m thinkin’ we need to take this inside, darlin’.”

Still feeling daring thanks to the alcohol, she shook her head, releasing him from her mouth before sitting up. “Not ready to go inside.”

Curtis’s sexy smirk made her wet. Yep, she’d said it. Or thought it. One or the other.

“Then what d’ya propose we do?” he asked.

“I think you should return the favor,” she told him, nodding toward the erection he was now stroking slowly.

God, that was hot.

“But you didn’t make me come, darlin’.”

Ready to remedy that, Lorrie moved over him again, but Curtis quickly stopped her with his hand on her forehead, laughing.

“I ain’t ready to come yet, baby,” he said, his voice gravelly. “But I can damn sure return the favor.”

Lorrie squeaked when he urged her onto her back. There wasn’t a lot of room in the truck, but apparently there was enough for him to lean over, his head between her thighs as he shifted her panties to the side and slid his tongue through her slit.

“Oh, God!” she cried out, scrambling to hold on to something as the sensations overpowered her.

“Is that what you want, dirty girl? You want me to eat your sweet pussy right here in the truck?”

She nodded, her head falling back as he put his mouth to her again. It felt so good, the way his tongue teased her, flicking that sensitive bundle of nerves before spearing into her. He continued to torment her until she was begging him.

“Curtis, please…”

“Tell me, baby,” he growled. “Tell me to make you come. Say it.”

“Please…” She tried to get the words out, but she couldn’t.

“Tell me, Lorrie. Tell me to make you come, and I’ll give you what you need.”

His tongue lashed at her again as he licked her repeatedly, sending her higher and higher, but not quite to that pivotal point.

He paused again, his finger dipping inside her, going deep, then curling until he was pressing on that sensitive spot only he knew about.

“Curtis! Pleasepleaseplease!” She was rambling; she knew it, but she couldn’t help it.

“Say it!” he commanded, his voice deeper, rougher. “Tell me you want me to make you come.”

“Yes! Make me come, Curtis! Please make me come!”

As soon as the words were out of her mouth, that was exactly what he did, sending her spiraling out of control.

“Don’t pass out on me yet, baby,” Curtis growled.

Lorrie opened her eyes to see him standing at the passenger door.

When had he gotten out of the truck?

“Let’s finish what we started,” he crooned, helping her to sit up, then get to her feet.

He led her up to the porch, but rather than go inside, Curtis pulled her around to the side of the house and backed her up against the railing.

“Right here, darlin’. I wanna fuck you right here.”

Lorrie nodded, wanting that, too. Apparently the alcohol was making her lose her mind, but she was feeling too good to care.

“Turn around,” he instructed. “Hold on to the rail.”

Lorrie turned and gripped the rail while Curtis pulled her panties down her legs. She stepped out of them, then spread her legs wide, welcoming him.

“You’re ready for me to fuck you, huh?”

“So ready,” she whispered, though she was pretty sure it had come out much louder than she’d intended.

“You’ve got me too worked up, darlin’. I’m not gonna go slow.”

Lorrie shook her head. She didn’t want slow. “Fast and hard.”

“Fuck,” Curtis grumbled at the same time he pushed into her.

Her muscles clenched around him as she leaned over. He stretched her so deliciously she never wanted him to stop.

Curtis began thrusting into her, growling and grunting as he did, obviously not caring that they were outside. It was a good thing they didn’t have any close neighbors or they might be the hot topic at church on Sunday.

The thought made her giggle.

Curtis’s fingers gripped her hips tighter. “Stay with me, baby.”

Oh, she was with him, all right. “Curtis.”

He slammed into her, his hips pumping faster and harder. She had to lock her elbows to keep from falling over.

“Oh, yes,” she squealed. “Harder. Please. Harder.”

He muttered something that sounded like, “You’re gonna be the death of me, woman,” but she wasn’t sure. Regardless, he did as she asked, nailing her over and over, faster, harder, deeper. His fingers dug into her hips, the pain mixing with the pleasure until her head was buzzing and her body was trembling.

Her orgasm rocketed through her, making her knees weak.

“Yes, baby,” Curtis crooned, his mouth close to her ear.

She felt him pulsing inside her as he came.

“Not sure how I feel about you drinkin’, but darlin’, we can certainly do that again anytime you want.”

Lorrie smiled. “What about tomorrow?”

Curtis was shaking his head as he led her inside the house. “Let’s get you to bed, you dirty, dirty girl.”

chapter FORTY-ONE

TUESDAY, OCTOBER 21, 1975

Today is Curtis’s thirtieth birthday. We decided to go down to Moonshiners. Since it’s Tuesday, it wasn’t that busy, but still, we had fun. Then again, I think his idea of fun is getting me tipsy, then taking me home. But since it was his birthday, I decided to finish him off this time in the front seat of the truck. After all, it was only fair being that it’s his birthday and all.

MONDAY, MAY 31, 1976

In order to keep myself busy when I’m not helping Curtis on the ranch, I decided to start volunteering at the library. It’s not a big place, considering how small the town is, but I have so many fond memories of it. I was in there the other day, and after speaking with Marjorie (the librarian), she said she would be happy to have my help. When I told Curtis, he encouraged me to do it, so that’s what I’m going to do.

SUNDAY, NOVEMBER 7, 1976

Curtis and I rode the horses down to the creek today. It was such a nice day, but what made it even better was when he tossed some blankets on the ground and we made love in the same spot where we’d first kissed. Well, not exactly the same spot considering our first kiss was on a tree, but close. The man continues to make me wild for him, and he doesn’t even have to try.

SATURDAY, JANUARY 22, 1977

It’s a good thing Curtis taught me to drive a while back. Today, I took a trip into Austin because I needed to pick up a few things. I’ve decided with Valentine’s coming up, I’m going to surprise Curtis this year. He’s always the one to surprise me, so I figure it’s only fair.

chapter FORTY-TWO

MONDAY, FEBRUARY 14, 1977

I’m gonna do it. Tonight, I’m surprising my husband for the first time. Yes, I’m incredibly nervous, but I think I can get through this. For him, I can get through anything.

Since Lorrie had informed him that they would be having a special Valentine’s dinner at home this year, Curtis had made sure he was up early so he could take care of the chores, come home and shower, then go into Austin to pick up the present he’d ordered for her. Knowing Lorrie, she would tell him he didn’t need to buy her anything, but this… This was something long overdue.

“Hey, baby!” he called when he came in through the back door that led into the kitchen.

He noticed that the lights were all off, which seemed a little odd. It was four o’clock. When she’d said early dinner, he’d just thought…

Yeah. Whatever he’d
been
thinking, it was long gone now as he stopped short.

“Lord. Have. Mercy,” he hissed through clenched teeth the moment he stepped into the living room.

“Do you like it?”

Curtis swallowed hard as he let his eyes rake over the most stunning woman to ever have graced the earth. “It’s… Uh…” He was speechless. “Holy shit.”

Lorrie’s smile grew. “I always know it’s a good thing when the only thing out of your mouth is swear words.”

Good
didn’t even begin to describe what was standing before him.

Lorrie had her hair up, the golden locks piled on her head, revealing the sexy curve of her neck, and she was wearing the sexiest lingerie he’d ever seen. Not that he’d seen much other than in a few clothing ads, but still.

“I was looking for pink when I went in the store,” Lorrie said, still standing a few feet away. “But the kind saleslady told me that black was sexier.”

“Darlin’, I don’t think it matters what color.
Everything
is sexy on you.” He couldn’t take his eyes off her. The black lace bra was completely see through, so he got a glimpse of her perfect nipples. The tiny panties looked as though they were held together by strings, and the garter belt she wore was attached to black silk stockings that showcased her beautiful legs.

Yeah, he didn’t give a damn what color it was, she was breathtaking.

“Please tell me this is my present,” he breathed roughly.

Lorrie nodded as he moved closer.

“Good, because I’m gonna enjoying unwrapping every inch.” He leaned in close to her ear. “Very, very slowly. With my teeth.”

Her body trembled as he placed his hands on her back, sliding them upward over the exposed skin.

“What made you wanna buy this?” he asked, pressing his lips to her neck, inhaling her sweet scent.

“I wanted to give you something special, something that would make you as wild for me as you once were.”

That caught his attention, and he stood up, looking down at her. He couldn’t hide his frown. “Baby, trust me, I still want you just as bad. Hell, probably more than I ever have. If I could spend the entire day lodged inside your sweet body, I assure you, I would.”

The blue of her eyes darkened as she watched him.

“You better not think otherwise,” he said roughly. “I might just have to spank your sweet little ass if that’s the case. Speaking of… Turn around so I can see that sweet little ass.”

Another shiver racked her body as he guided her so that she was facing away from him.

“Heaven help me,” he mumbled, taking her in once again. “I can die a happy man,” he told her, as he pulled her back around to face him, fusing his lips to hers while he cupped the perfect rounded globes and gently squeezed. “Fuck, Lorrie,” he mumbled against her mouth. “You make my dick so hard.”

She looked up into his eyes. “Show me.”

If he hadn’t been shocked to find his incredibly beautiful wife standing nearly naked in their living room, those two words from her innocent little mouth definitely did it for him.

“Here?” He glanced around the room.

“Yes. Here,” she confirmed.

“And then what?” he asked as he quickly pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor. He loved the way her eyes instantly slid to the tattoo of her name on his chest, over his pectorals, then down to his stomach.

“It’s your present,” she said sweetly, her gaze once again finding his. “Do with it what you want.”

“Mmm.” He definitely liked the idea of that. “If that’s the case…” While he finished disrobing right there, he looked around the room, trying to come up with an idea of how he wanted to do this.

Should he toss a blanket on the floor, start a fire in the fireplace, and make love to her there?

He kept looking.

Or maybe he could set her on the stairs and ravish her on the steps.

Or … maybe he should…

His mind went blank. He wanted to do so many things to her, and he was so damn eager he could’ve simply bent her over the arm of the couch and ridden her long and hard, but he wanted this to last a while.

She’d gone through so much trouble for him, what with buying the outfit and all. The least he could do would be to drag out her pleasure as long as he possibly could.

When the saleslady had told her that the black lingerie would make her husband drool, Lorrie hadn’t quite believed her, although she had expected it would do what she intended. It wasn’t that Curtis didn’t seem to find her attractive, but now that they’d been married for almost fourteen years, she wanted to reignite that spark in his eyes. The look on Curtis’s face, however… Far more than she’d expected.

Though she was extremely self-conscious standing there nearly naked, draped in only a few scraps of lace, the way he looked at her, so much heat in his eyes, eased some of her nerves. That simple look also made her nipples harden to points, her breath come in rapid pants, and a chill dance down her spine.

“Fuck it,” Curtis finally mumbled, his eyes once again on hers.

The next thing she knew, he was on his knees before her, his hands cradling her thighs as his heated gaze caressed every inch of her.

“I fucking love this outfit,” he mumbled, pressing kisses to her belly. “So damn much.”

Yeah, well, she was beginning to love it, too.

As his mouth trailed lower, Lorrie steadied herself by placing her hands on the top of his head, sliding her fingers through his silky hair. She admired the sleek muscles in his shoulders as he moved his hands down her body, his palms once again cupping her bottom, squeezing, then sliding to her hips.

A soft moan escaped her when his finger pulled her panties aside, his warm breath intimately fanning her lower lips. When he used his thumbs to spread her open to his gaze, she nearly stumbled and fell, but he grabbed her thighs at the last second.

“On second thought…” Curtis was on his feet, lifting her and carrying her to their bedroom.

She’d thought he would want to make love somewhere other than their room, which was how she’d ended up in the living room. But this worked, too.

He put her on her feet at the end of the bed, directly in front of the wooden bench he’d built for her. She watched as he lifted the lid and pulled out a blanket before tossing it on the top.

“There. Sit,” he commanded roughly.

She sat, taking a moment to take him in. Every glorious muscle, every hard angle of his body was close enough to touch, but she didn’t move, waiting for him to instruct her. Curtis was by far the sexiest man alive. The way he stood, the way he carried himself, the sexy rumble of his voice… He did it for her in every way.

He kneeled on the carpet before her.

“Now where was I?” His blue-gray eyes lifted to meet hers. “Oh, yes.”

His fingers once again pulled her panties aside before his mouth returned, his tongue stroking the swollen bundle of nerves at the top of her sex as he shouldered his way between her thighs, forcing her to spread her legs to make room for him.

He gently lapped at her while she watched, her chest heaving as the sensations assaulted her. Every exquisite brush of his tongue against her made her flinch. She was so sensitive, so eager for him.

“Lean back,” he instructed.

Lorrie leaned back against the end of the bed, trying to steady herself as he placed his hands behind her knees and lifted her legs up and out until she was spread open for him.

“Much better,” he drawled.

“Oh…” She moaned when his mouth returned, his tongue buried inside her as he consumed her, making her body tremble as her climax steadily built.

“Such a pretty pussy,” he mumbled.

Those dirty words did it; they sent her over the edge when he suckled her clitoris between his lips, flicking his tongue against the sensitive bundle of nerves. She couldn’t hold back, crying out his name as her body and mind fragmented.

“Oh, yes,” he moaned, crawling up her body.

Before she had regained her breath or her strength, Curtis was pushing inside her, his body leaning over hers. The position couldn’t have been comfortable for him. He was so much taller than her, but based on the expression on his face, he didn’t care. So she didn’t, either.

“God, yes,” he groaned. “Squeeze my dick, Lorrie. Fuck, you’re so tight, baby.”

Again, her body began a steady ascent, climbing higher and higher as he began thrusting harder and deeper, one of his arms curled around her back, holding her in place, while his other was pressed to the mattress, keeping him up.

“I could do this all night,” he panted, the muscles in his chest and arms flexing. “Feel your sweet body milking me.”

His pace increased, and Lorrie held on, taking all he was giving her and loving every second of it. They’d needed this. For so long, they’d been making love, but Curtis had been so gentle with her. She knew it was due to the things that had taken place, but she wanted this as much as he did. She wanted to make him lose control, to send him careening into the abyss with her.

“Aww, baby,” he groaned. “I’m gonna come, Lorrie.”

The deep rumble of his voice mixed with the glorious sensation of him stretching her drove her right to the edge and then over once again.

“Curtis!” She dug her fingernails into his back as her orgasm raced through her.

His body stilled and she smiled against him. She hadn’t noticed until now that he hadn’t removed any of her clothes, only his. And since he had yet to unwrap his gift completely, she knew the night wasn’t over yet.

After cleaning them both up, Curtis carried her into the living room, making her laugh as he did.

“You know I can walk, right?” she asked.

He smiled. “I know.”

“Granted, my knees are a little weak.” She felt her cheeks warm as she said the words. It was one thing for him to talk dirty, something else entirely for her to insinuate, although she had made a point to do it from time to time. She loved the way his eyes turned glassy when she spoke her naughty thoughts aloud.

“That’s always a good thing,” he said, grabbing his jeans off the floor. “If your knees aren’t weak, I haven’t done my job.”

At first, she thought he was going to get dressed when he picked up his pants and shook them out, but instead, he pulled something from his pocket, then tossed the denim back to the floor.

“Are you hungry?” she asked, trying to get to her feet. “I’ve got dinner warming in the oven.”