Trusting Love (20 page)

This environment could very well be a dream come fucking true
, he thought, turning to watch the couple in the room next to the boys. The array of toys lining the walls alone gave his wood a twinge of envy. The man dressed in sleazy black leather pants with his tiny dick hanging out didn’t seem to fit the scene. He might not, but he seemed to know what he was doing with the equipment and woman sharing his space. He’d even used the heavy-looking metal restraints on her waist, arms and legs so she was spread-eagled a foot off the floor, her body open to anything the guy wanted.

The man set aside the paddle he’d been putting to good use and nailed her in the ass, judging by the pain-filled expression on her face.

Eric glanced at Duke, but the man was examining the scene without a trace of concern.

Hell, he really had landed in heaven.

Chapter Fourteen

“Kristen,” Robert mumbled, waking Kristen up more fully. She frowned and rubbed her eyes. By the way her body moved so slowly she’d been asleep for hours.

Against her cheek, Robert was hot, almost too hot. Had she filled the wood stove too much again after they’d eaten in front of it?

She frowned, trying to remember, but she couldn’t think of anything beyond how wonderful it had been to wake up to the sound of him grumbling over her computer and the Internet. She’d helped him out then they had had a quiet relaxing meal, not talking of anything more than the snow falling outside and Rowdy’s antics while sitting picnic style in front of the wood stove. Then of course, her massage had been more than she had ever dreamed a massage could be—which she hoped would happen again and soon.

He’d not pressed her to talk about what they were doing, as if he’d wanted the moment to be as wonderful as possible and knew how she worried. He’d also shared that he’d had no messages from his team, whoever that was, and that soon the snow was predicted to stop and when he left, he was coming back right after.

She got a thrill just thinking about that again.

She still didn’t know what she was doing with him—besides making love to him every chance she got—but the way he’d told her he wanted more and that he’d be back made her shiver.

He was more and she knew it. It scared her, but she was going to trust him.

Robert was a good man. A man full of compassion, she knew just from watching him with Rowdy and the kittens. He’d loved watching Rowdy jump over that stall door, saying over and over how damn smart the ‘mutt’ was. He’d also enjoyed the horses and seemed to have a need to work on everything he saw that might need it. Since he’d got up this morning, he’d tried to fix her house, her barn, and maybe, she thought with a frown at his handsome face, her.

Can he fix me?

The thought drove a spike right into her heart, where she was empty from the loss of so much in her life.

He shifted restlessly again. He wasn’t exactly sleeping like she’d thought, but he wasn’t awake either.

She rose from his arms and smiled at the sight of him all rumpled and naked on the couch.

She had this time with him if nothing else.

Don’t give in to your fear now
, she reminded herself. Robert was here now, alive, well, and such a big personality even sleeping, he filled her space. He was sprawled all over the couch, his muscular body so hot-looking she still couldn’t believe he was here, in her cabin and certainly doing his best to romance her. One long leg was over the side, the other bent at the knee and resting on the back, revealing his thick soft penis nestled in his dark pubic hair. She thought maybe he did trim down there, because he wasn’t thick with hair, but he wasn’t shaven either. His legs were only dusted with black, same with his chest, so maybe he didn’t. She smiled at her thoughts and grinned wider when he shifted his leg and his penis hardened, maybe from her attention, she thought.
Or he’s dreaming again.

He murmured her name, and his hand shifted from his chest to fall off the couch. He was sweaty and when she touched him, flushed with heat all over. The cabin was chilly so it wasn’t that. She’d slept too long, allowing the wood stove to go out.
Then why is he hot?

His wounds maybe, but they’d not bothered him all day. Had he overdone it?

You ran him ragged, made him do all the work during sex, then never checked to see if he’d hurt himself.

Guilt hit hard and she quickly checked his hip wound. It looked only slightly bruised. The wound had even closed over and otherwise looked healthy. Amazing, really. His shoulder he’d worked on himself, replacing her enormous bandage with two of the large Band-Aids. She eased one up, but the wound under it didn’t seem swollen, or even too hot, but he was. He was burning.

“Robert? Robbie, wake up,” she whispered, shaking him slightly when he didn’t respond. She wasn’t sure what to do that wouldn’t startle him into some crazy Navy SEAL action. Softly so she wouldn’t startle him she bent closer and kissed him, whispering his name a bit louder and stroking his chest.

This time he moved his head to the side then back, shaking it slightly, she hoped, to wake himself up.

“Robert, something’s wrong, wake up,” she said firmly.

He blinked his eyes open rapidly and frowned up at her with a confused look, grabbing her arm gently as if she might race off. “Darling, what’s wrong?”

She sighed with relief and knelt next to the couch. “Robert, you have a fever.”

“I do?” he sounded odd, as if he had to think about her words before he could make sense of them.

“Yes, are you all right?”

He moved to sit up slowly, wincing and touching his head with a hand that she thought trembled. He rubbed his brow, then dropped his hand and leant forward to rest his arms on his knees.

“Not doing good,” he murmured. “I thought maybe this wouldn’t happen.”

“This?” she asked, more scared at the sound of his unsteady voice than his confusing words.

“The drug, it’s not going to let me go as easy as I’d hoped.”

As he’d hoped
.

She swallowed nervously and reached out to rub his arms. He lifted his head. His light eyes were bloodshot, and his face had flushed darker.

“Are you in pain, Robbie? I have painkillers.”

He exhaled heavily through his nose and winced. “A bit. What do you have?”

“Horse tranquilizers.”

He grinned painfully at that. “Hell, I know I’m hung—”

She covered his mouth and moved closer to show him how scared he was making her. “I wasn’t joking. It will knock you out.”

“I know that, but when would I wake up? Next New Year?”

She took his point and thought about what she did have. “I have oxycodone I got when a beam in the barn fell on my foot.”

“Hell,” he grumbled, rubbing his jaw, “that might work.”

“Okay, let’s try it. Should I get them?”

He reached out and grabbed her arm, settling her back down on the couch facing him. He shook his head and scooted back against the couch, settling the blanket over his lap, and said, “No, wait a bit.”

“Why? What are your symptoms?”

“Pain.” He shrugged as if that answered it all.

“And? What else? A fever, I guess…”

He didn’t respond so she tapped his good shoulder, and he opened his eyes and sighed, sitting up more fully.

“Ah, let’s see. I guess, yeah, a fever, and a strange ache in my bones and itches like someone dropped me in a poison ivy patch naked.”

She glanced down and tilted her head at his erection tenting the blanket. “And a hard-on.”

He nodded and exhaled in frustration.

“Really?”

“Don’t sound so thrilled, it doesn’t go down, and hurts like hell.”

She reached out and soothed his chest, easing closer until he pulled her up into his arms with a sigh and tucked his head to her neck. “I don’t want you to see me this way.”

“I think I already did… That first night,” she paused and caressed his shoulder softly before she went on to say, “I walked in after, well, we had our little fun, and you were masturbating. It looked painful, but I couldn’t, I mean I didn’t think I should—”

“Shh, that’s okay, darling, do you think you have to stroke me off any time I’m hard?”

She laughed and nodded. “I’d like to, or maybe I’ll let you so I can watch. You looked so amazing, Robert, but I didn’t think I should…”

“Kris, you don’t have to come up with excuses and for the record, I prefer your hand to mine so any time you want to stroke me off, just grab hold.”

Laughing again, she shook her head and smiled as the covers slipped off his hips and erection. “Well, as fun as that sounds, first, though, we get you something for the pain, then if you want to give me some sexy orders, I know I’d like you to tell me—”

“No,” he said, tipping her head so she could see his hard expression. “This is that drug. Last night was me, today was me. I want you, hell there won’t be a time when I’m not greedy for you, but this…” He gestured to his hips. “This is from that damn drug.”

“Well, it looks the same,” she said and stroked her hand down the thickness of him. “And feels the same, right?”

His jaw ticked, she guessed from the way he gritted his teeth, but he nodded tightly. She experimented with a slow, long caress up the silky heated flesh and watched his face. The tension there eased and gradually disappeared. “Feels so good, Kris.”

“Yes, you do. Should I stroke you off?” she used his words with a grin and his erection jerked in her hands. “Or can we explore other options?”

At the word options, his eyes darkened and the struggle he still wore on his face vanished, replaced with the hunger she’d begun to recognise. Taking that as encouragement, she moved to straddle him. She heard him swallow hard and he stopped her with a rough shake of his head and a grab for her hips. “I might get too aggressive.”

Aggressive?
The word sounded so sexy, she pulled his hands off her hips and placed them on the back of the couch. “How do you know I might not
like
aggressive.”

“This isn’t a joke, Kris. I can’t control it sometimes, I—”

“Okay, okay, but do you really want me to stop?” she asked, knowing she was being unfair to him, but feeling as if she needed to make the point that no matter what shape he was in, he could always come to her.

He stared at her, looking torn between what he wanted, sex, and whatever he thought he might do to her. Maybe hurt her? She knew he’d never. But he was breathing hard, unsettled in a way that worried her.

“Do you want me to stop? I can, it’s okay, just tell me. Whatever you want, Robert, you have to know I’ll do it for you.”

“I don’t want you to leave,” he finally told her, but sounded so worried that she examined him with an eye for the changes she saw.

He was sweating so much that his tanned skin looked golden, and the tightness of his torso indicated that he was tense. He was so much bigger than she was, so much a man, maybe he did worry over hurting her. Maybe she could ease that by taking over and controlling him and their sex.

“I have an idea. A way for us to try out one of those millions of ideas of yours and maybe ease this silly worry you’ll hurt me. Just leave those there,” she told him, leaning her body against his and patting his arms on the couch, “and pretend your butt is superglued to the couch, okay, Ironman? And I’ll try not to hurt
you
too bad.” She lifted onto her knees and gripped the base of his big erection with one hand, keeping her other on his arm on the couch.

“Kristin, you don’t understand,” he began but stopped with a low groan when she wet the tip of his erection with her pussy. His eyes practically glowed.

“Will you hurt me? Is that what you fear?” she asked.

“Yes, I fucking fear that,” he growled at her in a rough whisper.

She leaned in close and kissed his frown, following with a kiss to his brow where he’d left frown lines from his years of scowling no doubt. “I don’t think you will, but if you truly believe that, if you’re worried this much over it, I won’t do anything more than get the medicine.”

“But you have to let me go first,” she added when he tightened his hand on her hip.

“Kristen,” he breathed, sounding more like the Robert she knew. His gaze zeroed in on her and with a low breath, he nodded. “You’re right. I’d never hurt you.”

“Keep your hands up there anyway,” she said, when he tightened his hand on her hip.

He froze and frowned again. “Why?” He licked his lips and asked: “Do you think I’d hurt you?”

“No, not in a million years,” she said with a smile, and kissed him again, rubbing her sensitive breasts against his chest. She loved the way the small amount of hair there tickled and excited her boobs. “I just want to do all the work this time, you know? To see if I can.”

“To see if you can? Hell, I’m close to begging for a blow job here let alone you making my day with that damn body of yours—ahh hell, yeah!”

She smiled at the shout and the feel of his stiff penis sliding deep inside her pussy. He’d come twice inside her and as much as that scared her, the possessiveness of it thrilled her. “You’ve not worn a condom, Robert,” she whispered.

“Ah, God, I’m sorry, darling, I didn’t, I mean, oh hell don’t stop that feels so good, you have no idea.”

She did have an idea. She loved how full he filled her. His cock was so hard and thick she struggled to take him and she was soaked from wanting him. She arched her hips and leaned into him, shoving back and moaning at the wet glide of his cock pressing up and working its way inside.

“Do you like coming inside me? Filling me with your cum?” she asked after giving him what he wanted for a few up and down strokes.

“Oh yeah,” he breathed then groaned and met her eyes with a serious frown. “I’m safe, though, never went bare before, never before. Oh, Kristen, you keep that up baby and I’m going to be one happy man.” He broke off with a loud groan and tried to move his hands.

She stopped the hard up and down slides and put his hands back. “No, no, now, you let me. No thrusting, Robert.”

He gasped for a breath but stopped his subtle hip motion.