Wildcard (11 page)

“God, yes,” Trace said, ready for him to thrust into her pussy again. The desk felt warm and smooth against her belly and breasts, and the floor was cool beneath her bare feet. Deliciously wanton feelings surged through her as she splayed her thighs, exposing everything to Jess’s eyes, and being unable to see him at the same time.

“You’ve got one hell of a sexy ass.” His calloused palms massaged her butt cheeks as he spoke. “I love these dimples right here.” She felt the brush of his lips against the small of her back and she shivered. “And here.”

“Come on, Jess.” Trace wiggled her rear, arching herself up to him. “Stop teasing me.”

His fingers parted her butt cheeks, making her feel even more sensual, more exposed. “You ready to be fucked in the ass?”

Her heart pounded so hard she swore she could feel it against the desktop. The thought of Jess sliding into her other passage felt forbidden, and all the more exciting. She licked her lips and arched up to him. “Oh, yeah.”

Satisfaction surged through him at how she trusted him enough to take him anyway he wanted to give it to her. “Hang on for the ride.” Jess rubbed his cock against her slick folds, coating it in the combination of her juices and his come.

On the desktop he spotted a bottle of lotion and reached for it, then squirted it on his hand. The stuff smelled like vanilla but was thick and creamy. Perfect for sliding into her ass.

Trace made that sweet little purring sound as he used his fingers to spread lotion around the hole of her ass. He squeezed more of the lotion onto his palm and then greased his cock with it.

“I’m big and it’s gonna be tight.” He eased two fingers into her and she gasped. “Think you can handle me?” he asked as he reached around her with his other hand and found her clit.

“Yeah.” Excitement sounded in her tone, fueling his own, and she rocked back and forth against his hands. “Definitely.”

Jess grunted with satisfaction as he withdrew his fingers from her ass. He placed the head of his cock against her tight hole and gently pushed inside the opening, slowly stretching her as he entered inch by inch. “How’s that?”

“Different. Wild.” A moan slipped from her lips as he slid further inside. “I love how you feel.”

When he was buried inside Trace, Jess gripped her hips with his free hand and started moving in and out in a slow, methodical motion. “I could fuck you all day and all night.” With his other hand he continued to fondle her clit, drawing juices up and over the slippery nub. He circled it with his finger, gentle teasing strokes as he slowly fucked her ass. “I’ll never get enough of you.”

“Come on. More.” Trace squirmed against Jess’s hand and his hips as he slid in and out of her. Although she’d been curious, she’d never imagined that anal sex could feel so fine. Jess Lawless could fuck her any way he wanted and she’d take him—and she’d enjoy ever minute of it.

“Is this what you want?” His strokes increased, his leather chaps rubbing against her butt. His fingers worked her clit in a way that felt so good she could hardly stand it.

“No.” Trace thrust her hips back to meet him, best she could do the way she was sprawled out on the desk, her breasts smashed flat and hurting so good. “Give me more,” she insisted. She gripped the edges of the desk, holding on tight. Placing her cheek against the smooth surface she closed her eyes, the smells of lemon oil, vanilla-scented lotion, and sex filling her senses.

She reveled in the sensations of him fucking her ass. Enjoyed how he demanded more of her.

And she wanted to give it to him. Wanted to give him everything he asked for and more.

“Is that good enough for you, sugar?” he asked as he pummeled into her.

“Yes, Jess,” Trace practically shouted, unable to hold back. “Oh, my God, that’s it! Keep fucking my ass…ooh, just like that.”

The tight coil of her climax expanded outward, larger and larger yet, growing beyond anything she’d experienced before. A different kind of climax that built to a wild frenzy of unbelievable excitement until it exploded within her.

Trace cried out and her eyelids flew open as the orgasm rocked her.

She realized two crucial pieces of information at once.

They hadn’t used a condom when he’d fucked her pussy.

And her sister was standing in the doorway to the office.

Chapter Eleven

As Jess thrust his cock in and out of Trace’s ass, Dee was frozen, her jaw practically hanging to the floor, and her hand clasped so tight around her heart pendant that her knuckles were white. But the moment after Trace opened her eyes and her gaze met her sister’s, Dee’s face turned as red as a hibiscus bloom and in a flash she backed out the door, closing it quietly behind her.

“Yeah, that’s it,” Jess was saying to Trace as Dee slipped out of the office. “I want you to come again.”

In that moment, Trace couldn’t decide whether the heat rushing through her in tandem with her climax was from sheer embarrassment…or that she was incredibly turned on because she and Jess had been watched while they fucked. She had a strong feeling that Dee had been standing there long enough to get one heck of a good show.

A sense of
déjà vu
sent goose bumps rippling along Trace’s skin as she thought about those moments she’d had her own wild performances to observe—a decade ago.

Another orgasm rolled through Trace’s body while Jess pounded into her. It magnified as she recalled the times when she used to sneak after Jake and Dee and watch them fuck, back when the lovers first met. From a cave near their hideaway, Trace would spy on them as she slid her hand into her jeans and fingered her clit, while her other hand pushed up under her shirt and bra to pinch her nipples.

At the same time she’d bite her lower lip to make sure she didn’t let a sound escape when she came. She could still picture Dee on her hands and knees on a picnic blanket. Jake holding his cock with one hand, then guiding himself forward to thrust into Dee’s pussy. Watching those two together had made her hungry for sex, but she’d never found a partner who’d matched the intensity she’d seen in her sister and Jake.

Until Jess.

An even more powerful climax whooshed through Trace as Jess took her where she’d never gone before. She rocked so hard against the desk that her mound and thighs were probably bruised. But she didn’t want it to end. She wanted more.

“You feel like heaven on earth, woman.” Jess’s cock was as hard as steel, hard enough that he was sure he could thrust into his woman forever.

He had almost paused when from under the brim of his Stetson he’d seen Dee open the door, catching him fucking her younger sister. But when Trace hadn’t said anything, and Dee had just continued standing there like she was hypnotized, Jess hadn’t been able to stop.

Hell, if the boss lady got off on seeing Trace and him going at it, let her watch. Jess had caught Dee giving Jake a blow job not that long ago, so maybe turnabout was fair play. They were all grown-ups, after all.

Jess focused on the beautiful woman that he was driving into. Damn but he loved how she took him. “Your ass is so tight. Everything about you feels good.”

“Oh, God.
Omigod!
” Trace cried out again with yet another climax.

His balls drew up, tightening in a rush, and then his orgasm sped through him like a bull out of a rodeo chute. He bellowed as he came, shooting semen into Trace’s ass. Every part of his body throbbed in time with his pulsating cock, adrenalin rushing through him and making him feel so high that he was positive that sex with Trace was some new kind of aphrodisiac.

From the corner of his sex-fogged brain, Jess suddenly realized he’d screwed up big time. Holding back a groan, he rested his forehead between Trace’s shoulder blades.

He’d just done something he’d never done before. From the time his dad had taken him to that whorehouse in Reno and Jess had lost his cherry to the well-worn brunette, he’d always used protection.
Always.

But this time, with the one woman who really mattered to him, he’d forgotten to use a condom.

Trace sighed with pleasure as Jess braced his hands to either side of her, pressing his chest to her back. Her core continued to contract from her multiple orgasms, and his cock still felt fine right where it was.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured near her ear and he kissed her softly. She could feel the sweat running down his face and chest and mingling with her own.

“Why?” Trace wriggled her hips and she swore she felt him harden inside her ass. “That was better than I’d imagined.”

“I didn’t protect you.” Jess sighed and eased his cock out. “I forgot to use a condom.”

“Yeah…that makes two of us.” Trace grabbed a handful of tissues from the box on the shelf above the desk, and handed them to Jess when she turned to face him. “Forgetting protection was as much my fault as it was yours.”

Instead of cleaning himself first, Jess picked up Trace by her waist and set her on the desk. “It was my job,” he muttered as he pressed her thighs apart and gently started wiping the flood of juices and come from her pussy. “I’ve never lost my head like that before. I promised to protect you, and I screwed up.”

“I went kind of crazy, too.” Trace smiled and took off his Stetson so that she could see his face as he swiped at her folds with the tissues. “Just don’t give me any of that ‘I’ll do the right thing’ bullshit,” she added as she put his hat onto her own head. The Stetson was so big it slipped down over her eyes, blocking her view of him.

“Hey.” Jess stopped cleaning her and pushed up the brim of the hat with one hand, while moving between her thighs at the same time. He tossed the tissues onto the desk behind Trace, then caught her chin in his hand and forced her to look into his eyes. “I thought I made it clear I don’t intend to let you go.”

An almost shy smile curved the corner of his mouth as he added, “If we just made a baby together, I’ll be the proudest daddy there ever was. You got that?”

An amazing array of feelings swirled through Trace as she stared up at her man. She barely knew him, yet she felt like they were interlocking pieces that fit perfectly together.

And
wow
, the way he was looking at her, the way he talked about having a baby together…
omigod
.

Jeez. What had one of her first thoughts been when she’d met this man?

Can I have your baby, too?

Trace reached up and wrapped her arms around Jess’s neck while pulling his head down until his lips met hers. Their kiss was slow and sensuous as they tasted one another as if for the first time. Gentle strokes of their tongues and light nips with their teeth.

When they finally pulled apart, Trace slid her hands into Jess’s thick brown hair. “You have hat hair.” She gave him a teasing grin while she fluffed a few sweaty strands. “And cowboy forehead,” she added as she observed his face was grimy from a day working the ranch, but his forehead was free of dirt from where his hat had rested.

Jess returned her grin and brushed away a streak of dirt on her cheek. “I’d say we could both use a shower.”

Easing her hands through the light sprinkling of hair on his muscular chest, Trace nodded her agreement. “I’ll bet we can come up with some interesting ways to get each other squeaky clean.”

“I do like the way you think.” He chuckled and reached across her to grab a few more tissues out of the box. His hard biceps brushed her nipples and her pussy tingled from the contact.

He straightened and wiped her juices and his come from his now semi-erect but still impressively sized member. “There’s something you probably ought to know.”

Jess’s remark barely registered as she watched him handling his cock. The sight of his thick length in his own hand was something she found unbelievably arousing and she could already imagine him sliding into her again.

His voice lowered. “Your sister walked in on us.”

“M-hmm,” she murmured. But then as she realized what he’d said and her gaze shot up to meet his. “You saw Dee?”

He raised a brow as he tossed the rest of the spent tissues onto the desk. “Out of the corner of my eye.”

Trace reached for Jess’s chaps and pulled him closer between her thighs, needing to feel him next to her. “This is sure going to make things awkward.”

That sexy smile of his about turned her to mush as he settled his hands at her waist. “Not a thing wrong with what we’re doing.”

When Trace nodded, his hat slipped back down over her eyes and Jess had to grin. She looked so sexy in nothing but his Stetson that it was all he could do to hold back from taking her again,
right now
.

She pushed the hat back up and he could see her green gaze. “I—I used to spy on Dee and Jake.” Color rose in her cheeks as spoke. “Back when they first dated.”

“You watched your sister and Jake fuck?” Now that was interesting.

Trace waved one hand toward the east. “Up in those mountains, behind the ranch, there’s a sort of secret place that Dee and Jake called their hideaway. I found a cave nearby and I used to hide in there. I learned a whole lot about sex watching those two.”

“Oh, yeah?” He grinned at the image of his woman watching another couple having sex. “Anyone else know about that cave?”

“No.” Trace shrugged. “It’s very well hidden. I always wondered if it was manmade—like some miners had dug there for gold or silver.”

Jess’s instincts went on high alert even as his cock ached at the thought of his woman watching her sister and boyfriend. A secret place and a cave? Might be worth investigating…in more ways than one.

“Did Jake and Dee know about this cave?”

She shook her head. “They were too busy fucking to ever go exploring.”

So, likely Reynolds wouldn’t have a clue it was there. Trace was probably the only one who could show it to him.

Keeping his focus on his woman—not to mention his cock that had come to full attention at the images in his mind, Jess murmured, “Did you masturbate while they fucked?”

Trace’s face went so red that the light dusting of freckles across her nose stood out like copper sprinkles. She nodded and he swooped down to kiss her, hard.

“Hell,” he murmured as he pulled back, his erection jutting up toward her pussy. “You’ve always been a hot little thing, haven’t you?”

“Yeah,” she whispered against his lips. “But I’ve never been so horny like I am around you. I want you again. Right now.”

Jess released her to slide his fingers into his front pocket and pulled out one of the three condoms he’d stashed there.

Her gaze met his, surprise in her eyes. “You carry those things around with you when you’re working the ranch?”

“You bet your pretty ass.” He gave a slow nod. “Every day since that night at the hot tub.”

“Real good answer, cowboy.” She took the package from him and tore it open. “
Real
good answer.”

Anticipation and excitement skittered through Trace as she rolled the condom down Jess’s huge erection. When she released him, he moved the head of his cock to the opening to her core, and in one quick, hard stroke he buried himself inside her pussy.

She moaned as she dug her fingernails into his biceps and wiggled her hips. “God that feels good.”

“Grab onto me and hang on,” Jess said as he slid his hands under her ass.

Trace’s pulse doubled as she obeyed and he easily picked her up off the desk, their bodies fused together. She wrapped her legs around his waist and clung to him. His torso was rock hard against her chest and belly, and his chaps and jeans were rough against the sensitive flesh of her ass and thighs.

Jess’s gaze locked with hers as he used his powerful muscles to move her along his length. “You’ve got to take me to that cave,” he said as he rammed her up and down his erection.

Trace had a hard time forming a coherent thought, so exquisite was the feel of him riding her on his cock like she weighed next to nothing. With every thrust he hit that pleasure center deep inside her, and it was about to send her over the edge. “You want to see where I used to watch Dee and Jake?” she asked, her words coming out in rough gasps.

“Oh, yeah.” His voice was hard yet filled with sensuality. “You and I might just make some memories of our own there.”

Trace gave in completely to the sensations of him fucking her while he was standing. He lowered his head and grasped one of her nipples between his teeth, and she moaned. When she tilted her head back and arched her breasts toward him, begging for more, his Stetson tumbled off her head and onto the desk behind her.

She’d had so many orgasms, Trace didn’t think she’d be able to come again so quickly. But in only moments she shot toward the peak and screamed as she toppled right on over the summit.

Jess followed her moments later. As his cock pulsed inside her pussy, she rested her head against his chest. He held her close and murmured, “I’m never letting you go, sugar. You can count on that.”

By the time Jess and Trace had dressed and left the barn, it was well past dinnertime and warm yellow light glowed through the curtains of the ranch house. Trace had stalled as much as possible, enjoying every moment of their time together, not wanting to leave her cowboy stud.

A sense of belonging—feelings of being wanted and of being
home
—surged through Trace when Jess draped his arm around her shoulders as they headed toward the house. The night was still, the gentle lowing of cattle floating from the corrals along with a horse’s whinny in the distance. Her steps slowed when they approached the front porch, and she wished the two of them could just take off and spend time somewhere, anywhere alone.

What would it be like to wake up in Jess’s strong arms? To feel his big body wrapped around hers?

“Sure you don’t want me to go in with you?” The low rumble of Jess’s voice tickled her ear, bringing her back to the moment and to the cowboy at her side.

Trace shook her head and felt his lips brush over her hair. “I think I’d rather face my sister alone and get it over with.”