The Wanted Virgin (Cowboys & Virgins Book 3) (4 page)

“
W
hat are you doing
?”

I look up to see Trace leaning on the door frame and staring at me as I sit on the floor of his bedroom. His big body takes up most of the space in the doorway, and he’s got a crooked smile on his lips as he watches me.

“I was just making myself something to wear. I hope you don’t mind.” I hold up a piece of the dark blue bed-sheet I’d cut up.

“You can do anything you want around here, baby doll,” he drawls. I smile at that.

I knew he wouldn’t mind me cutting up the sheet. Trace doesn’t get upset about anything I do. It’s nice not having to worry about my every step. I used to always try to be unnoticed, but with Trace it’s not like that at all. In fact, I’m always trying to get his attention.

“I thought you had stuff you had to do?” I ask as I cut the end of the thread and tie it off. He said he had a few things he needed to take care of out in the barn, but he’d only been gone maybe thirty minutes.

“I don’t like being away from you for too long.” I look back up at him and see he’s taken a step into the room. Moving closer to me.

“I don’t like being away from you either, but I know you have stuff to do. Plus, I don’t really have anything to wear to go with you.” It’s why I hadn’t gone to the barn with him.

His sister had only left two pieces of clothing here, and both of them were dirty. Thanks to Trace. I feel myself blush remembering it.

“I ordered you some stuff. Should be here tomorrow.”

“You ordered me stuff when you were in the barn?” I ask, unable to hide my shock.

“No, last night when you were sleeping. I did it on my computer. I had it overnighted, and if you don’t like what I got, you can send it back and get something else.”

“I’m sure it’s perfect.” I don’t care if it’s a paper bag, I’ll wear it if he got it for me. I can’t even remember the last time I’d gotten new clothes. Mine were all a little small because my father would never get me anything new. Being given anything was rare, so I’d learned how to make my own.

“I’m going to miss seeing you in my clothes,” he says, eyeing me in one of his oversized shirts. It could nearly be a dress.

I raise my hand for him to help me off the ground, but he bends down, placing his hands under my arms and lifting me. He puts me on my feet and kisses the top of my head.

“I do like sleeping in your shirts, so you’ll get your fix then.”

“I changed my mind. I hate seeing you in my clothes. You’ll have to sleep in nothing.”

Shaking my head, I tug his shirt I have on now over my head and toss it on the floor. I stand naked before him. His eyes roam over me, going straight to my breasts, and he makes a grab for me, but I jump back.

“Let’s see if it fits.” I bend down and pick up the makeshift dress. I know if I let him get his hands on me, I won't be trying on the dress anytime soon.

“Let me,” he says, reaching out and taking it from my hands. “Arms up.”

I do as he says, and he slides the dress down my arms and over my head. Once it’s in place, I look up to him with hopeful eyes only to see he’s angry.

“You aren’t leaving the house in that,” he growls. I look down at the dress. I sewed little notches to bunch the material at the waist and to make the top fit tighter. The bottom flares out a little, but I know the problem. I’d cut it too short.

“You don’t like it?” I ask, doing a little twirl that makes the dress fly up. Trace’s eyes go straight to my sex.

He licks his lips, and I know what he’s thinking. It’s something he’s been doing to me pretty much constantly since yesterday. He loves to kiss between my legs. He’s done it four times in the last twenty-four hours. I could lie in bed forever and let him do that to me. That’s kind of what I did this morning until he pulled me from the bed saying I had to eat.

“Oh, I’m going to fucking love it when it’s on the floor next to my shirt.” He growls again, and then lunges for me. I squeal, dodging his grab. “You wanna play?” He raises one eyebrow as I slowly start backing farther away from him.

“Maybe,” I bait.

“Baby doll, you know I’m gonna catch you.”

“But what are you going to do to me when you do?” I lick my lips thinking about tasting him. About him
making
me taste him when he catches me. My breathing picks up just thinking about it. A delicious thrill goes straight to my core.

He growls again, and this time he really comes for me. I jump onto the bed and scurry to the other side. He puts both hands on the bed, leaning over it a little. “The likelihood of that dress making it when I get my hands on you goes down every second it takes me to catch you.”

“This dress?” I twirl again, the dress fluttering around my upper thighs as he springs towards me. I scream, running through the bedroom door, into the hallway, and down the stairs. I can hear him behind me as I run as fast as I can through the living room into the kitchen, heading straight for the back door.

I hear a loud thump and I know he probably just jumped down the stairs. Flinging open the back door, I barrel out of the house laughing and running straight into someone. Hands come to my shoulders, stopping me from falling on my ass.

“What the hell?” the man says. My gaze travels up and lands on a man who looks to be about Trace’s age, but he’s not built as big as him. He’s got brown eyes that match his hair perfectly. A smile pulls at his lips, but he makes no move to let me go. I just stare up at him in shock.

“Let her go.” Trace doesn’t even give him time to do as he demands as he pulls me from the other man’s hold. He places me behind him so the man can’t see me. All I can see is Trace’s broad back.

“Fuck, Trace, I didn’t know you had a chick over here. Hell, I didn’t know you ever had anyone over here,” the mystery man says.

“Watch your fucking mouth in front of her.”

“That doesn’t make a lick of sense. You just dropped the F-bomb yourself.” I can hear laughter in the other man’s voice, but it doesn’t seem to be helping cool Trace down. I can see the tension radiating through his body.

“I’ll say whatever the fuck I want in front of my woman. You, on the other hand, don’t have that liberty,” Trace bites out. I reach up, placing my hands on his back, letting my fingers rub small circles. He leans into it a little, as if trying to get my touch deeper into him.

“Whatever, man. I was just wondering if I could go out and fish in your pond, but I think I’ve changed my mind.”

I lean to the side a bit, poking my head out from behind Trace. The man’s eyes come to mine, but Trace shifts his body, blocking mine again.

“Don’t even look at her. In fact, pretend like she doesn’t exist.” His words are said with a hard edge.

“All right, man. I’ll see you around,” the man says. Trace doesn’t say a goodbye. He just turns and picks me up, carrying me back inside. I wrap my legs around him. He kicks the door shut, flipping the lock.

I wonder if the man will say anything about seeing me. I hold on to Trace tighter as I think about someone coming here looking for me. What will happen once they find out I’m here? I don’t think I can stay hidden forever. It’s bound to come out sooner or later, and I can’t keep Trace locked away with me no matter how much I wish I could. I like this little world we’ve been living in, just the two of us.

“I caught you,” he says, his tone playful now. The deadly edge he had when we were on the porch is gone. I nibble at his neck.

“I feel like I caught you,” I say against his neck before I give it a little bite. “Can I taste you like you’re always tasting me?” The hand on my ass tightens at my words.

“Fucking hell,” Trace says with an exasperated tone.

I turn my head towards the front door. A car is pulling up. Trace walks over to the kitchen island and sits me down on it.

“Don’t move,” he says before placing a kiss on the top of my head and moving towards the front door. “It’s just my brother again. Sit tight, baby doll.”

Trace walks out the front door, closing it behind him. I last about a second before I hop off the kitchen island and move towards one of the windows to peek out. The man almost sees me, his eyes come right to mine, and I jump back, letting the curtain fall into place.

Yeah, it’s only a matter of time before word gets out that I’m here. I dread what that means and what will change when that day comes.

I
’m surprised
at how easy Blake is to run off. I thought there would be more of a fight, but something in his eyes says different. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I wonder if he understands the way I feel more than I realize, and I make a note to ask him about it the next time I see him.

I may be acting distant to my family, but I’ve always been the least social of our crew. I’m the quietest and usually keep to myself, but they’ve never minded much. I love them all, and we are close, but I enjoy the silence. Well, I did until Addison came along. Now all I want is her laughter filling my house and the sound of her voice taking up space around me.

It might not seem like that big of a change, but for me it’s huge. To want to share my space and my time with someone is significant. It’s not that I don’t want to do that with my family, it’s just that I prefer the solitude of my place out here. But now that I’ve had my baby doll in it, I don’t think I’ll ever let it go back to the way it was before.

When I get back inside, I see Addison in the kitchen, standing so sweetly with her arms behind her back. She hesitates for half a second, then runs to me. I pull her up in my arms, and her legs go around my waist.

“God, I love you,” I say, burying my face in her hair. She tenses in my arms, and I smile. “I may have only said it, but I’ve felt it since the second I saw you.”

“I love you, too.” She pulls back to look at me. Her eyes are so bright and big. “I love you so much, Trace. I don’t ever want to be apart.”

“Never will be, baby doll.” I grip her ass firmly. “I think it’s time I got something in you that binds you to me. Permanently.”

Desire sparks in her eyes as she squeezes her legs around me. I give her a hard stare and she bites her lip, then nods her head. I carry her to the bedroom, laying her down and grabbing the edge of her new little dress. With one small tug it’s ripped down the front and she’s fully exposed to me. Her tits and her pussy on display, all laid out for me to take.

“Oops,” I say and give her a wicked smile.

She gasps and begins to say something, but I dip down between her legs and cover her cunt with my mouth. Her protests turn into a moan as I eat her pussy and make her cum for me.

Addison may be a virgin, but she comes with just a touch. Her body is wound tight from a few licks, and then I feel her first orgasm begin. I eat her a little more, wanting another in my mouth, sucking on her clit until she gives it to me.

She’s boneless as I stand up and strip off my clothes. Then I move between her legs. My big cock is at her tiny opening, and I hold the tip there, waiting. I press inside an inch so only the round bulb of my head is inside her. I run my hand up and down my shaft, jerking off with the tip of my cock in her pussy.

“Trace,” she moans and wiggles under me, trying to take more.

“Hold still, baby doll. I want to lube you up first. I’m not pulling out, and I want to make sure you’re slick enough to take me.”

Her hips lift again, and I have to use my other hand to steady her while I jerk off. I feel the thick cum building in my balls, and I want to make sure I give her a big load this first time so there’s plenty of me inside her.

“I’m gonna fill you so deep, there’s no way you don’t get pregnant. You’re going to be my little Twinkie, I’m going to fill you with so much cream.”

Her giggle turns into a moan as I grunt out my release inside her. I cum hard, but it’s not enough to soften my dick. He wants all of her cunt, and he won’t rest until he has it. Even then, he’ll still beg for more.

“I’ve never done this before, baby, so I’m going to try and hold off as long as I can. But I have a feeling once I get inside you, I won’t last long.”

“I love you, Trace,” she says, and I lean down to kiss her lips.

I can still taste her sweet pussy on my lips, and I slowly work my thickness inside her, feeling the easy slide thanks to her cum and mine. She doesn’t flinch much when I break through her hymen. I’ve been working on it every time I’ve eaten her to make it nice and soft for my cock.

“I love you, too, Addison,” I whisper as I place my forehead to hers.

Finally, I’m able to thrust all the way into her, filling her to the root as my balls press against her ass. I stay inside her, though, not wanting to leave her warm grip. She’s so tight it’s almost blinding, and it’s better than anything I could have dreamed of.

I wasn’t a virgin because I was saving myself, I’d just never really given it a thought. Until Addison showed up and changed all that. She woke me up from some kind of trance, and my dick hasn’t gone down since.

Her wet channel pulses around my stiff shaft, and she mewls for more.

“Not just yet,” I say through gritted teeth.

Reaching between us, I strum her clit with my thumb as I let out a breath and cum inside her again. The throb of my cock and the touch to her most sensitive place has her screaming out my name and her legs going wild. She’s trying to squeeze me one second and then come off the bed the next, but her orgasm is music to my ears as I claim her and make her mine.

Filling her up with all of my seed, I finally relax a fraction, catching my breath. I haven’t so much as pulled out an inch and I’ve already given her two loads.

“More,” she says breathily as she rolls her hips.

“I’ll give you all you can handle and more, baby doll.”

I pull out and reach behind me, taking my belt from off the floor. I growl at the loss of her heat around my cock, but I want to stay in her longer this time, and I need to get her in the right position to do it.

Once I’ve got what I need, I grab her hips and flip her over, raising her ass into the air.

“Grip the headboard and spread your knees. I wanna ride you, baby doll.”

I see her cunt dripping with cum as she giggles a little and does what I say. I bring my belt around her waist, buckling it in the back so that I can grip it. I line up my cock with her opening, and slowly thrust in, getting as deep as I can. With both hands I grip the belt around her waist and pull her tighter to me so that there isn’t a millimeter of distance between my cock and her pussy. I want her getting all of me.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” I say through clenched teeth as I rock her forward and then pull her back onto my thickness. “I love you so much, baby doll. Your pussy is so pretty and perfect. You’re taking me so easy.”

The feel of the belt in my hands is rough, but I grip it tighter as I bounce her on and off.

“Trace,” she moans, “harder.”

“Anything you want, sweet girl,” I say with a little laugh in my voice. If her cunt wants me to own it, I’ll fucking stamp my name across it.

This time when I pull her back, she grunts out and follows it with a deep plea for more. But it only takes a few hard thrusts and she’s going off. Her pussy squeezes around my dick, and I can’t hold back anymore.

I bottom out inside her, feeling the weight of my cum flood her pussy and start to leak out the sides. I use my fingers to grip my cock around the base to keep any more from coming out. Then I squeeze my balls to make sure I got every drop I could inside her. I want her bred before the night is over. Not only to make her mine, but make sure no one can take her from me.

Her legs shake as she comes down, and I gently lift her hips and roll us to the side without slipping out.

She hums and wiggles her back to my front as I wrap my arms around her and throw one of my legs over both of hers.

“Should you take the belt off?” she mumbles sleepily.

I smile and kiss the top of her head. “No, baby doll. I’m going to take you all night and not pull out once. Sometimes you’ll be too weak to kneel, so that will help me make love to you if you’re too tired. But you’ll still let me take you, won’t you? You’ll let me give you a baby.”

I run my nose along the shell of her ear, and she clenches around me.

“Yes, Trace,” she breathes and runs her fingers through my hair.

“You can sleep if you want to, but I’ll take you all night, no matter what. I can’t seem to resist you, and I don’t want to try.”

I kiss her neck, thinking about how her cunt is dripping with me. And before I give her a chance to answer, I’m rolling her back over and gripping the belt again. She’s going to get a long ride from me tonight, and as her legs spread wider so I can take her deeper, I smile. My baby doll wants it, too.