Chapter 14

fourteen

. . .

Walker

N ever in my wildest dreams did I think I'd have River Adams naked and at my disposal. Okay, maybe my wildest . Her skin was warm and soft, and those tits fit perfectly in my palms.

"Are you up for this, darlin'? I know you're hurting."

"No more than you."

"How ‘bout this. We go real slow, and if anything feels less than in-fucking-credible, you say the word, and we put a pin in it for today?"

She nodded, slowly turning to face me, showing me her gorgeous curves. Goddamn, I could write a sonnet about the teardrop shape of her breasts, not to mention the full swell of her hips and those long, toned legs that just seemed to go on for miles. Even banged up as she was, I wouldn't change a damn thing.

"Kiss me," she demanded, her hands moving to my belt and working it open.

"Yes, ma'am." I lowered my head and swept my lips across hers, teasing and tasting the woman I'd wanted since I figured out I liked girls.

She parted her lips, inviting my tongue inside. I wasn't one to leave a woman wanting. My fingers slid into her hair, pulling the tie out and letting those tresses fall free so I could grip them.

"You're mine now, darlin'. You understand? Once we do this, I won't be able to keep from wanting you."

"Were you able to before? It's been my experience that once I want someone, that never goes away, even if I don't act on it."

I shoulda known she'd call my bluff. She'd always known me better than anyone else. Just like I did her. Which is why I knew better than to ask who she was still thinking about all these years later.

I already knew the answer; it'd been in her eyes the second they'd landed on my brother. Difference was, this time I didn't give a shit. Life was too short not to grab the bull by the horns.

"You can want him and still have me. It doesn't change how I feel, ladybug."

"And how's that?" she whispered, her lips moving over mine in the imitation of a kiss as she worked me free of my pants.

"Head over fucking heels, baby. You're it for me. You always have been."

I needed her so damn bad. My cock ached from how hard she made me. Tilting her face up, I kissed her again as I slid my hands down her arms until I could twine our fingers together.

"I'm not fucking you for the first time against a wall."

"What's wrong with the wall?" she asked, shoving my pants to the ground.

The way she eyed my cock had me swallowing a groan.

"Let's save the wall for when we're both a hundred percent." I led her to the only remaining door in the cabin. "The bedroom's back here."

Her fingers played along the ridge of my cock until she reached the first of four metal balls.

"A piercing, huh?"

"Two, technically."

"And what's this fanciness called?"

"You asking if my dick has a name, darlin'?"

She gave me an exasperated look before tracing a line from one barbell to the next. "The piercing. I've heard of a Prince Albert, but I don't think this is the same thing."

It was hard to breathe around the wave of sensations her touch sent crashing through me. "Magic cross."

"How appropriate."

"Not gonna lie," I gritted out as she continued exploring me. "That was part of the appeal."

"Are you magic, Walker Cross?"

"Only one way to find out, darlin'. Get your ass on the bed."

Her ass was the perfect heart shape as she crawled onto the bed, and I had to bite back a groan at the sight of her glistening pussy peeking out from between her thighs. I wanted to taste her and get her to grind that pretty cunt against my mouth.

When she started to twist, I halted the movement with a hand on her ankle. "No, you're perfect just like this. All you need to do is spread your legs a little wider for me."

She did, opening herself up as I sank to my knees next to the bed, putting my face in direct range of my target.

"Walker . . ."

"Shh, I've been waiting what feels like my whole damn life for this moment. Let me enjoy it."

"Please," she stuttered out when I still hadn't done more than blow a line of hot air down her slick seam.

She tensed as I buried my face in her pussy, lapping at her and loving how wet she already was for me. Her desperate cries began as soon as I found her clit, and without prompting, the woman started riding my face like I was a bucking bronc she wanted to break.

"Fuck yeah, darlin'. Use me. Get yourself off with my mouth."

"Jesus, Walker."

Her release came fast and hard, the rush of slick sweetness coating my tongue and making my balls draw up tight. I would not come all over myself without getting inside her. I backed away, my hands skating over the backs of her thighs as I got to my feet. My dick twitched, the need to fill her overwhelming.

"The condom's in my jeans," I grumbled. "I'll be right back."

"I'm on the pill, and I haven't been with anyone in a long time."

The way she trusted me with her body and her safety made pride swell inside me. "I was tested recently. I won't give you anything."

"Then what are you waiting for, Walker? Please. I want you."

A little warning came to life in the back of my mind, though. My dad always told us to wrap it up unless we wanted to get saddled with a surprise. He didn't trust that women who were with a Cross man for a night weren't just trying to get a free ride in the form of child support. But that wasn't River. She didn't need to take us for all we had. She'd already been given the keys to our kingdom.

Smoothing a palm down her back, I positioned her a bit closer to the edge of the bed.

"I'm gonna have to go slow. Tell me if it hurts, okay?"

She nodded and looked back over her shoulder. "You too, cowboy."

I wasn't too worried about that being an issue. The ache in my side was nothing compared to the ache in my balls. Holding her hips steady, I ran the swollen tip of my cock through her folds, making us both groan.

"More. Please, I need more."

I pressed inside, agonizingly slowly, with a level of control I honestly never thought I possessed. It felt like it took an entire minute for me to finally bury myself inside her. We were both shaking by the time I bottomed out. I'd thought going slow would make it easier for me to last. I was so fucking wrong. Her tight walls were hot and smooth, squeezing every inch of me and testing my willpower like no other.

All I wanted was to pull out and slam back in, rock into her as fast and hard as I could. But the bruises on her body and the wound in my side dictated how wild things could get for us. This time, I was making love to her, slow, deep, and intense.

"Hand between your legs, River. Give that clit what she needs."

She reached down and touched herself until her breaths came in shallow gasps, and I rolled my cock inside her in mesmerizing waves. I needed her to come all over me so I could follow.

"Walker. I'm close."

"Fuck, yes, darlin'. Get yourself off on me." I gripped her unblemished side and let myself drive in a little harder, just until my scar reminded me it was there. "I'm fucking close too."

My balls pulled tight as her walls clamped down on me, and she cried out my name like she was lost and I was her saving grace.

"That's my girl. You take my dick so good. Goddamn, you feel like a dream squeezing my cock like that."

I gave her one final slow thrust to see her through the last of her climax before I pulled out and fisted myself. She'd lubed me up better than any bottle as I shuttled my hand up and down my shaft a couple of times, and then I was spurting ropes of cum all over her sweet ass and spine.

My heart finally slowed after a few moments of euphoria, and I reached down to trail my fingers through my cum, writing my name on her skin.

"You're gonna need another shower," I murmured.

She made a sleepy sound I thought was agreement. "After a little nap."

"Wore you out, did I?" I snagged a couple of tissues from the bedside table and cleaned her up before the two of us collapsed together on the bed.

Snuggling into me, she sighed. "You were right. It is magic."