Page 30 of Taking Charge (Lone Star Burn 4)
David groaned. “Yes.”
“When I opened the package, I wasn’t impressed. It was smaller than I’d imagined and purple. I’ve never liked purple toys. They remind me of childhood television characters I’d rather forget. I put that thought aside, though, and read the instructions. It arrived precharged, thankfully. The directions were vague and without diagrams, so I took my best guess as to where the toy stimulates. I suggest using lube with this toy since the amount of thought that went into the how and where to use it didn’t rev me up for the trial run. So how was it? I give it a four out of five, but only because I can see this one working much better with a partner. The C shape allows it to vibrate on the G-spot and the clitoris at the same time, which is amazing. The remote control option allows for a hands-free experience. It’s small enough to be worn under clothing, but it’s loud, so I wouldn’t try it during your office break. The remote includes a timer option, which would allow you to take the boredom out of long commutes to work. This toy was designed small so it can also be used during intercourse as a way of enhancing pleasure for both. I haven’t tried it that way yet, but I’d love to hear from anyone who has.”
Still hard and excited, David chuckled. “It’s not exactly what I expected.”
Sounding more excited than insulted, Lucy said, “Hey, I wrote what women want to know. And they love it.”
David pictured Lucy naked on her bed, one hand on her wet sex, caressing herself while she read to him. “It was good. Now, ditch the blog and tell me how you feel.”
“Besides being insulted that you don’t love my writing?” she teased.
David growled. “It was awesome, but you know what’s better? Imagining you here with me, kissing your way to my cock.”
Lucy’s laugh was a provocative tease in his ear. “Are you sure? I could read you another entry.”
“Do that only if you want me in your bed tonight. I’ll have you screaming out my name, and I won’t care who hears.”
“And how would you do that?” She purred her request. “Tell me how you’d take me there. Every detail.”
“Lucy?” Her name was almost a growl on his lips. Not what I want on my lips right now. I want my mouth on her pussy. Licking. Sucking until she screams.
“Yes, David,” she answered, and there was a tremor to her voice that hadn’t been there a moment ago.
“Open your legs. Wide. Now.”
He was certain he heard her whimper.
“I’m so hard for you right now, and if I were with you on that bed, you would have your sweet, luscious lips wrapped around my cock. You would be licking and sucking, licking and sucking. You would be wanting my cum, as you used that sweet tongue of yours to work my head.”
Fuck if her moan at that moment didn’t almost make him come. I wish I could see her face. See desire in her beautiful eyes.
“Can you taste me, sweetheart? Can you feel how much you’ve turned me on?”
“Yes,” she whispered. She was panting.
Fuck, I can barely breathe.
“You want my cock in your mouth?”
All David heard was a moan. God, I should be in her bed right now. Fuck.
“Put two fingers inside your pussy. Now. Push them hard into you so they hit you where you need it.”
“Uh-huh. David . . .”
“And Lucy, while you’re making love to my hard cock, do you know what I’ll be doing?”
“No.” He barely heard her, but he imagined the flush on her skin. Her sheen of sweat as she wrapped her mouth around him. Sexy girl. He could hear how wet she was. He could hear the slap of her fingers. So he went for it.
“I would have my tongue so deep within your pussy that you’d barely be able to breathe. I’d be licking, sucking, licking, and sucking. You’d be thrusting your sexy pussy up against my mouth so I could devour every last drop of your sweet-as-fuck juices as you come all over me.”
Imagining his chin wet with her juices, and hearing Lucy give herself over to her orgasm, had David coming. Hard. Imagining her sucking every part of his cum down her pretty throat. He could hear her heavy breaths. Imagine her glazed expression.
And that’s how it is done, darlin’.
David rolled over, cleaned himself off, and then, spent, flopped back down onto the bed.
“Lucy?”
“Yes?” she asked in a whisper.
“When we get back to your house, let’s try that toy.”
She chuckled. “See, I told you my blog was effective.”
He could have told her that her writing skills had nothing to do with the fact that he was dying to try all the toys with her, but he kept that thought to himself. “It sure was. Lucy, I won’t want to sleep in the bunkhouse in Mavis.”
She breathed in audibly. “You want to move in?”
“We’ll make love every night. You’ll fall asleep in my arms. I’ll wake you with a kiss each morning. It doesn’t have to be more complicated than that. You want this as much as I do. Say yes, Lucy.”
He waited for what felt like an eternity for her to answer. The longer she didn’t say anything, the more he began to worry he’d pushed her for too much too soon.
“Yes,” she said, then hung up.
David tossed his phone on the bed beside him and stared up at the ceiling. The last thing he wanted to do was go to sleep. He wanted to throw open his window and yell that she was his.
He wanted to join her in the main house and hold her until the sun came up.
He held himself back because he knew she needed more time before she could fully give herself to him. For now, he would bask in the relief that she wasn’t unreachable.
She’d said yes.
Chapter Fourteen
The next morning, Lucy showered early and, although she dressed simply, took extra care with her hair and makeup. While applying the finishing touches, she paused and studied the woman looking back at her. There was a life in her eyes that hadn’t been there for so long, Lucy had doubted it would ever return. She glimpsed the woman she’d been before her father died, and the thought brought a smile to her lips.
No, she couldn’t go back, but she could go on.
And not just survive.
She could live and laugh again.
She thought about David.
Maybe even love one day.
The glow on her cheeks had nothing to do with the makeup she’d applied and everything to do with memories from the day before. When she thought about how hard she came last night—just from hearing David’s incredibly sexy voice demanding she touch herself and imagining blowing him—she couldn’t stop smiling.
David was a gentle soul, but he was also a confident, dominant man, and . . . and the more she was with him, the less she wanted to imagine her life without him.
So much had changed in one day. When she though
t about how new everything was, fear nipped at her heels, but she refused to let it affect her mood.
The optimistic woman in the mirror deserved a chance to prove that happy endings were possible. She’d paid her dues. She’d survived more than she ever thought she could. Was it impossible to believe she might deserve someone as good as David in her life?
Lucy made her way downstairs and was surprised to see Chelle already there. She was talking to a still apologetic-looking Sarah. As soon as they heard her, they both turned.
Sarah said, “Lucy, I still feel awful about—”
Lucy closed the distance between them in a few long strides and threw her arms around her, swallowing the rest of what Sarah would have said in a tight hug. “You will never know how grateful I am to have you in my life.” She turned and hugged Chelle. “You too. Let’s not worry about something that actually turned out for the best. I’m glad it’s out there.”
The happiness Lucy had seen on her own face was reflected in the smiles of her friends. Sarah said, “Tony is showing David and Mason one of the horses. I told them to take their time. Let’s make a big breakfast. We were supposed to head to town today, but what do you think about hanging out here?”
Chelle said she thought Mason would probably love being able to truly relax without worrying about who was watching.
Lucy agreed. She really liked Fort Mavis, but her friends were the reason she’d come, and having a stress-free day with them sounded perfect.
They headed into the kitchen together as Sarah joked, “Funniest thing about the vegetables we were preparing for dinner last night. They ended up all over the floor. I cleaned it up, but what do you think could have done that? Squirrels?”
Lucy slapped her forehead. “I meant to clean that up. Sorry, Sarah.”
Chelle rounded her eyes in feigned innocence. “I don’t know what else could have been on your mind.”
Sarah winked at Lucy. “Details are not necessary, but I sanitized the whole kitchen.”
Lucy sat on one of the stools that lined the kitchen island and wagged a finger at Chelle. “We contained ourselves until we got upstairs, but Sarah, you should have heard Chelle and Mason. I was mortified to be caught with David, and those two were calling upstairs to us. I was dying.”
