Exquisite Redemption (Iron Horse MC Book 3) (30 page)

This close to her pussy, I was drowning in the musky scent of her arousal and I took a deep breath, my cock pounding as blood rushed to it. Unable to resist, I licked my way slowly to her pussy, smiling to myself as she widened her stance and tipped her hips up, her pleading whimpers an aphrodisiac like no other. I was only going to allow myself a lick or two, just enough to get a taste, but the instant my tongue made contact with her wet folds, I turned greedy.

Lapping at her wet sex, I had to grip her hips to keep her in place, the taste of her driving me to take more, to take everything. When I sucked on the tip of her distended clit, she moaned and her whole body shuddered. I could sense that she was close to her orgasm, but I didn’t want to give it to her yet.

“Mmmmm, please,” Sarah murmured and wiggled her butt in the air.

“We got no safewords between us. You say no, it stops. Understood?”

“Yes,
Papi
.”

“Good girl.”

She giggled and wiggled her butt at me again. With a grin, I spanked her, hard, and enjoyed the way she squealed.

“Ouch!”

“Be still. Don’t move. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes,
Papi
.”

I worked her slow at first, soft brushes of the thick hide over her bottom and lower back, occasionally brushing between her thighs to stroke over her wet sex. Each time I did that, she’d shake and make these sexy, deep-in-her-throat noises, but she didn’t move. Her control was excellent and I loved playing with a woman who did what I wanted, who gave me the tools to build her up to an unbelievable climax.

Increasing the strength of my hits, I sucked in a harsh breath through my nose and took in the scent of her, my body screamin’ for me to fuck her.

Tossing the flogger aside, I greedily ran my hands over her bottom, loving the heat from her reddened skin. “What a dirty girl, all wet and dripping for her
Papi
.”

Her gasp of pleasure as I ran my fingers through her soaked folds drove me to torment her further. “And this clit, so nice and hard for me. Allows me to do things like this.”

I began to rub and pull at that sensitive bundle of nerves, smiling wide as she fought so hard to stay still, her yelps and groans giving away her struggle. The little bit of flesh between my fingers swelled further and her pussy wet my hand as she cried out with her orgasm, her arms giving out but her shaking legs keeping her bottom in the air. Desire tore through me at the sight of her cunt opened for my gaze and I couldn’t hold myself back any longer.

With a snarl, I knelt behind her and pulled my cock out of my briefs, giving it a soothing stroke before I positioned myself at her hot entrance.

I sank into her grasping flesh, rotating my hips as I pushed in so my piercing stroked her internally.

She went wild below me, thrusting up onto my cock, forcing me into her. I reached around and played with her clit, pulling out and pushing back in, giving her more of me every time. Another orgasm tightened her inner muscles around my cock and I saw stars as her pussy tried to suck me in. A ragged gasp escaped me when I was balls deep in her steaming-hot body and I lay fully atop her, keeping my arms to the sides and holdin’ off most of my weight.

Right away, she lifted so her back was pressed solidly to my chest, getting as much skin-to-skin contact as possible. I liked that I could kiss her shoulder without getting a mouthful of hair and nipped the smooth skin there, biting harder when she rocked her ass into me.

Our movements became harder, faster, and all too soon I was fighting the urge to come inside of her. I didn’t want this to end, didn’t want to give up the bliss of her body, the absolute perfection of her tight cunt. At this point I was holding still while she reared back into me, her head turned to the side and her face suffused with pleasure.

“Carlos,” she whispered, “come with me.”

Grasping her hips, I growled out, “Play with yourself.”

She slipped a hand between us and not only did as she was told, but also reached back to fondle and squeeze my balls as I fucked her.

A hard and intense burn raced down my back and into my pelvis, making me cry out her name as she spasmed beneath me, her moans joining my own while I filled her up with cum.

Each spurt of me that went into her had my whole body jerking and by the time I was done emptying myself I felt hollowed out in the best way.

Collapsing atop Sarah, I rolled us onto our sides and held her close, still buried inside of her. “You’re gonna kill me.”

“Can’t keep up with me,” she panted, “old man?”

“I
am
your old man.”

She sighed and tensed slightly. “What did I get myself into with you?”

Not liking the defeat in her voice, I kissed the side of her neck. “You got yourself a man who’ll do anything to keep you safe, who’ll always cherish you, and who’ll love you until the day he dies.”

Her pussy flexed around me, distracting me as she said, “You love me?”

“Babe…” I laughed, then winced as her pussy squeezed again. “You think I’d go through all this bullshit for someone I didn’t love?”

“Well…but…we hardly know each other.”

“When you gonna listen? We know each other,” I placed my hand over her heart, “in here, where it matters.”

Slowly she softened against me, but her occasionally twitching pussy kept me hard inside of her. “Beach…I…”

While I wished she would return the sentiment, I knew she wasn’t ready and forced myself to be patient with her. “Didn’t tell you that to pressure you into sayin’ the same.”

“It’s not that I don’t feel deeply about you, you’re the most amazing man I’ve ever met, but Beach, I’m scared.”

“Of what?”

“That you’re going to get sick of my shit, then you’re going to break my heart so bad it’ll never heal.” She sucked in a quick breath.

I wanted to demand that she recognize that’ll never happen, but like Mimi said, I gotta be patient with her. “That’s not gonna happen, and I’ll prove it to you. May take five, ten, fifty years, but I’ll prove it to you.”

She was silent for a moment, then softly laughed. “I was trying to picture us together fifty years from now. I have this really weird mental image of you in one of those motorized scooters for old people with flames painted on the side.”

With a wince, I slipped out of her and rose from the bed. “Stay here.”

I returned a moment later to clean her up, loving how she lay back and let me take care of her. Before joining her in bed, I turned out the rest of the lights, leaving the fountain on for her. The watery shadows painted pictures of light over her magnificent body and I slowly ran my hand from the dip of her waist to the curve of her hip.

“You wanna know what I see when I think about us fifty years from now?”

She gave me a small, amused grin. “What?”

“I see us happy, surrounded by great-grandbabies on our ranch. You’ll be sittin’ on my lap while I sip a beer and watch our kids teach their kids how to play football.”

Her gaze went misty and after I returned from tossing the washcloth into the hamper, she held her arms out to me. “Come back to bed.”

I slid beneath the sheets with her, gathering her body to mine. We ended up in our usual position, with me on my back and Sarah curled into my side, toying with my chest hair. Her leg curved over mine and I waited for her to talk about whatever was keeping her awake.

“I want that, your fifty years, so badly,” she whispered.

“You’ll have it.”

“Beach…what if I’m a bad mother?”

I sucked in a quick breath, alarmed at the sorrow in her voice. “Why the hell would you say that?”

“It’s something I worry about.”

“Impossible.”

“What?”

“You are love, Sarah. You couldn’t be anything but a good mother; it’s in your nature.”

“I like the way you see me.”

“I see the truth.”

She let out a soft sigh, her body relaxing more into mine. Seconds of silence turned into minutes, but neither of us fell asleep. Her voice came out soft with amusement as she said, “So, I had a fun time meeting your friends.”

I couldn’t stop myself from bursting out laughing, hugging her to me as she started to laugh as well. It took us a while to stop, and by the time we were done my stomach was sore. I tugged her back into place and she giggled, then yawned.

“Go to sleep,
mi riena
.”

“Okay, goodnight, my king.”

For a long, long time I lay there in the dark after she fell asleep, praying that I’d have the strength to slay Sarah’s demons and the patience to win her heart.

Epilogue

Sarah

T
he next ten months at Beach’s side were the best of my life. We fought, boy did we fight, but we always made up in the most spectacular fashion.

I had a few more problems with the sweet butts at the clubhouse, but after two of them tried to take me on at once and I put them both in the hospital, they didn’t bother me anymore. I actually got along with a handful of them and enjoyed their company, even if I didn’t understand why they’d want to be club property. With Birdie’s and Mouse’s help, I’d begun to take on the role of the old lady of the President, helping out club members when they needed it, giving the other old ladies someone to talk to about their problems, and occasionally babysitting the seemingly endless horde of kids the brothers had.

Being Beach’s old lady was a full-time job, but he made sure that I still had time to go to school. I was taking some classes at a local art college in Austin twice a week and loving it. My life might not have been what my idealized version of normal was before I met Beach, but it was even better than my wildest dreams. Beach was right, I never would have been happy trying to be something I’m not, trying to make my wild spirit fit into a mold it wasn’t made for. Don’t get me wrong, not everything was all peaches and cream, but we worked on our relationship together.

Beach had an endless amount of patience for me and my various quirks. We bought the house of my dreams and Beach gave me full rein of decorating the place, making it perfect for us. I was in love, happier than I’d ever been, and had finally found a man who loved me more than life itself. Shit, even my dad begrudgingly liked Beach once they met and got over trying to beat the crap out of each other. I wished I could get Swan to agree to meet Beach, but so far she’d been super hesitant whenever I brought it up, despite my best efforts to let her know that Beach wasn’t like the other losers I’d dated in my past. He treated me like his queen in every way, and I could only hope that Swan would find someone to love her like Beach loved me.

Everything was perfect, and I thought my luck had finally turned around…

Right up until the moment Beach answered a knock on our front door and found my battered and teary-eyed birth mother, Billie, standing on the other side with Vance, begging for our help.

Dear Beloved Reader,

Put that Ann Mayburn ‘I hate cliff-hangers’ voodoo doll down! Beach and Sarah’s story will continue in
Exquisite Karma
, coming March 3rd, 2016 and it’s available for pre-order now at select stores. Thank you, once again, for giving me the chance to entertain you and I hope you enjoyed the real story of how Beach and Sarah met.

Ann

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