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Authors: Heather Rainier
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“I think I enjoy being a vanilla kind of guy,” Kendall murmured as he watched the spoon pass between Maya’s lips when she took a bite of his ice cream.
He scooped up another small bite and pressed the utensil to her bare breast and watched as the ice cream dribbled down her satiny flesh, dividing into rivulets around her nipple before he caught the melted dessert with the tip of his tongue.
“I like the tasty bits they add to ice cream, but in this instance—”
“I’m much happier nibbling on your tasty bits,” Kendall finished for her before taking her turgid, pink areola in his mouth. Maya panted and squirmed on his lap, where he held her securely.
After greeting him with breathless kisses at the door, following her wildly erotic display, she’d insisted he sit down and
actually
eat his supper. After the chicken mole enchiladas and salad were a delicious memory, Maya had served a bowl of ice cream, gotten a spoon to eat it with, and crooked a finger at him. Dirty dishes forgotten, Kendall had followed her to the back door. She’d removed something from her pocket and laid it on the table beside the glider on the back porch. The sun was setting behind her as she led him to sit
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on the glider and he’d watched with growing lust as she lifted her top over her head.
Kendall’s cock had responded the way it did any time he was around Maya, which was with surging attentiveness. She’d glanced at his groin and smiled as she’d slipped her snug stretchy pants down her hips. His hands had itched to reach for her smooth curves and draw her to him, but he’d restrained himself, wondering how far she’d go.
Glancing around at the fence line to make sure they were truly alone, he’d been grateful to whoever had planted the thick, tall shrubs in the yard. He would never have allowed her to disrobe on the back porch like this if there were a chance one of the ranch hands might see her.
Eyes back on her, Kendall had watched with appreciation as Maya had unclasped her sexy lace bra and dropped it in the small pile with the rest of the clothing. All that was left was the transparent, lace G-string that had covered her mound.
Unable to resist, Kendall had slid his fingers under the elastic band at her hips and had drawn it down her thighs himself, revealing her damp, bare pussy to his hungry gaze. He’d planted a kiss on her abdomen and had looked up at her, feeling nothing but adoration for her.
Carefully, she’d climbed into his lap and handed him the bowl of ice cream as if she expected him to eat it.
“Your dessert is ready,” she’d murmured with a sexy sigh as she’d squirmed in his lap and had gotten comfortable.
He’d been able to tell by the heat in her blue eyes that she’d found her exposed, spread position very titillating. He’d kissed her collarbone and enjoyed the scent of her wet pussy as he’d taken a bite of ice cream.
Maya reached for one of the items from the table, and Kendall realized it was her MP3 player. She clipped it to his shirtfront and placed an earbud in her ear and the other one in his and turned the
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player on. At a low level, “Feelin’ Way Too Damn Good,” by Nickelback began to play. Kendall grinned lazily and dribbled more ice cream over her other breast. He wondered if she understood how much she got to him as he greedily licked more of his dessert off her flesh.
Maya had a gift for staying in the moment with them, and Kendall planned to make sure she felt his full appreciation.
He fed her another bite, grinning with enjoyment as she shuddered when he slid a hand around to grip one of her ass cheeks. His fingertips teasingly slid lower in a tickling touch until they were down her cleft to her spread pussy. He took the spoon from where it was stuck in a scoop of ice cream and licked it, leaving it clean but very cold. She bit her bottom lip and watched him lower the spoon in front of her between her spread thighs.
Kendall smiled with satisfaction when she arched her back and pressed her pussy against his hand while at the same time watching what he was doing with the spoon. He turned the bowl of the spoon upward and slid it slowly through her opened slit, enjoying the strangled moan that escaped her as the cold spoon pressed against her clit.
He raised the copiously damp spoon to his lips and licked it clean of her tangy juices. “Oh, Kendall!” she gasped in a shaky voice then tilted her hips reflexively against his hand.
“Delicious, baby. Again?”
“Yes.”
He scooped up another generous bite so the spoon would get cold again and pressed the softened ice cream directly to her nipple, delighting in her little squeal. The last rays of the sun illuminated her shoulders and her opened thighs and glinted through her thick hair.
He licked the spoon and latched on to her cream-covered nipple then touched the cold surface of the spoon to her clit again. He sucked hard on her nipple then lightly nibbled, and she shuddered and leaned against him. All the while Nickelback played through the earbuds.
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The spoon was even more drenched as he paused in his nipple play to lick it clean. His woman’s pussy was the sweetest dessert he’d ever had.
“Had enough ice cream?” he whispered in a gravelly voice that sounded unlike him. Maya nodded and he returned the spoon to the bowl. She reached for the condom she’d laid on the table earlier, and he tore the wrapper open with shaky hands. He groaned as he rolled it on, watching Maya stroke her clit with a delicate finger.
A new song began to play as he held his cock in position for her.
She acknowledged the song change with a very sexy chuckle. The music sounded vaguely familiar but not something he normally listened to. Maya had varied and eclectic tastes in music, and he liked that she wanted to share that part of this experience with him.
His eyes adjusted to the dimmer light as the sun sank fully beneath the horizon and dusk fell. She rose up on her knees as the intro to the tune played and the seductive beat of “Like This,” by MIMS throbbed in a syncopated rhythm. At that moment it was definitely climbing his top ten. He held his painfully thick shaft for her and licked the last of the ice cream from her torso as she settled her creamy, wet cunt over his cock. He growled as she teased the tip, pumping up and down as she gripped his shoulders.
She slid on his cock a few inches, groaning quietly as she ground down. What she did to him for the next few minutes would undoubtedly go down as one of his top ten favorite memories. Using the beat of the music as her guide, Maya fucked him into a state near insanity.
The first chorus came around, the female vocalist whispering,
“Baby, do you want it like this, like this, like this…”
and she pumped on his cock in long, slick glides, squeezing his cock with her pussy muscles on every upstroke. Her movements were graceful and unhurried, timed with the beat. He groaned, sure that she was going to rip the orgasm right from his balls, but then she settled down into
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shorter strokes with the next verse. She watched him through half-lidded eyes and gave him a sexy little smile.
She tortured him through three choruses of the female vocalist whispering
, “Baby, do you want it like this, like this, like this.”
He didn’t remember the song being quite
that
long and felt his control begin to unravel as she whispered along with the final chorus, taking all of his cock with every slippery, tugging stroke.
“Baby, I gotta come,” Kendall groaned, way past caring if he sounded like he was begging. Hell, he was
pleading
. Maya smiled at him, and she began panting as if her own control were slipping, too.
He stroked her clit firmly, and she let loose a sobbing wail as her pussy liquefied and clenched on his surging cock.
“Oh, God!” she cried out exultantly and slammed down on his dick as he threw his head back and gritted his teeth as his own orgasm hit him. He held her hips tightly and ground up against her with every climactic thrust, his release shooting from his cock in searing, satisfying streams.
“Oh, fuck, yes!”
Maya collapsed against him, and he held her trembling body as they caught their breath. Her pussy fluttered around his cock with aftershocks. Almost as satisfying as the blistering release was the way she melted against him afterward.
She whispered in his ear, “So I take it you like it ‘Like This’?”
Kendall chuckled appreciatively at her humor and brushed her wild hair away from her cheeks and kissed her lips.
“As long as you’re my exotic dancer, hell yeah.”
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Chapter Twenty
Boone pulled up beside the Pinon Pine Cemetery, and Richard climbed silently from the cab of the truck. He knew by repetition that Boone would wait in the truck for him and allow him whatever time he needed.
His work boots made muffled crunching steps as he walked over the fine gravel drive and up into the grass. He’d chosen Pinon Pines for Michelle’s final resting place on his own since she’d had no close family left alive to make the decisions. Kendall and Boone had brought him to this place to check it out, and even in a raw haze of pain, Richard had known she would like it. The sprawling lawns were maintained neatly and there were plenty of trees to offer shade to visitors.
He walked down the concrete path leading to her section as a hot breeze ruffled his hair. Her marker was easy to spot, hewn from unusual, bronze-colored polished granite and engraved with her last name at the top in bold letters, “Brock.”
The color of the marker had reminded him of the walls of the mesas they’d explored while out hiking or taking a drive, and he’d thought at the time that was what she would’ve wanted.
He stopped in front of the marker and took a seat on the small bench he’d had installed in her memory, holding the bouquet of fresh daisies in his hand.
“Pretty dumb, huh? Bringing fresh flowers to a cemetery.”
He’d lost the inhibition about speaking to her grave marker on his first visit here two and a half years ago. The cemetery was always
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quiet and deserted on the days he’d come to visit, and it had felt right to talk to her.
He smiled, imagining the twinkle in her brown eyes as she nodded at his statement. She would think it was stupid and a waste of money.
She’d said before she died that she couldn’t understand why people paid money for cut flowers when they could plant a tree or a rosebush and have a living monument to love, instead of flowers that were already in a dying state.
The cemetery had rules prohibiting plantings at gravesides, otherwise he would’ve surrounded her with rosebushes and come to tend them every single day. Maybe that was one reason why they didn’t allow such things. The living needed to be allowed to move on.
He couldn’t bring himself to put silk flowers there. Silk lasted longer, but he wasn’t trying to impress cemetery visitors. The flowers were for her and they should be alive, if only for a short time.
The breath-stealing pain of loss and loneliness he usually felt at visiting her grave had lessened somewhat and was now replaced by the low, dull ache of missing her. Her stone wavered in his vision as tears slicked his eyes, and he leaned his elbows on his knees and dropped his head so it hung between his shoulders.
He knew what she would do if she could see him now. She would plunk down in his lap, put her hands on his cheeks, and lift his face to look at her. Then she’d hash out whatever was bothering him. That was why they had been so perfect together. She’d known how to help him put his feelings into words when he sometimes didn’t. She had been easy to be around, and she’d made life feel less complicated.
After she’d died, there had been no reason to stay in Ruidoso.
He’d left and joined the rodeo circuit for a few years with his brothers, riding bulls. He’d done what needed doing every day, rode with the best of them, but hadn’t really been alive. Boone and Kendall had been great, not pushing him to talk unless he wanted to. He’d gradually gotten to where he could wake up in the morning without wishing he’d died, too. It was no loss or hardship for him when the
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guys began talking about taking their winnings and heading down to Texas, to the old ranch his dad had left to them when he’d passed on a few years before. He’d known they would end up there eventually and it was better to go now rather than wait until they were crippled by injury or life on the road.
The move had been well-timed, even though rebuilding the ranch had been hard-ass work. The fruits were now becoming visible. The thought of having someone to share his life with there made it even more appealing to him. But
this
still hurt, too. Would the scales ever swing in the other direction, and he could look back and feel only happiness and gratitude for the time Michelle was in his life?
A breeze kicked up and roiled around him, and for a few seconds Richard felt as though he was wrapped up in her arms. Maybe it was only a memory producing the sensation, but he felt it like a comforting hug.
Letting her go three years ago had felt like razor blades shredding his soul. Today, those wounds felt covered over. There was scar tissue that would last a lifetime, but he’d healed and there was no question in his mind that he could move on now.
Serenity leaked into his chest and filled the place that had been painful for so long as he told Michelle all about Maya. Tears made dusty wet blots on the toes of his boots as he let it all out. He told Michelle he was in love again.