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  “Am I doing it wrong?” she asked.

  I shook my head as I fought to catch my breath. “No,” I managed to croak out. “I’m just… I’m so turned on by you and I’ve wanted this for so long that I’m overexcited… too excited.”

  “Oh,” she answered with a little smile as she reached up and, looping her arms around my neck, she kissed me hard, forcing her tongue into my mouth as if to show she enjoyed having this much control and power over me.

  “You like that, don’t you, you little vixen?” I asked with a laugh. She nodded up at me but didn’t say anything so I continued. “Well, two can play this game, Posh.”

  I ran my fingers up her leg to her inner thigh, where I began to massage her tender skin until I could almost feel her begging me to touch her where it mattered. As I glanced down at her, I spread her legs so I could see into the pink folds of her flesh. As I’d guessed, she was soaking wet. I could see the wetness shining on her lips and her nub.

  “You want me in you, don’t you, baby?” I asked.

  “Oh, yes,” she answered as I spread her even wider and took in the bright pinkness of her flower. I reached down and gently teased her nub with my thumb as she nearly launched herself right off the bed underneath me.

  “There now, little filly,” I chuckled as I pulled my hand away. “If you want me to finger you, you’ve gotta hold still.”

  I wasn’t sure if she would like the fact that I liked to talk nasty but for some reason, I found I couldn’t hold back with her. I was just me and I happened to be a naughty motherfucker. I could only hope that Summer liked it and that I wasn’t scaring her away.

  “Oh, God, I want it so bad,” she answered on a breath. In response, I used my forefinger as I started rubbing the outside of her, feeling how gooey wet she was. My mouth started salivating again with the need to taste her.

  “Your dripping wet, baby,” I whispered as I leaned down over her. “You want me to lick you?”

  Her eyes popped open immediately and she looked like she was shocked. Then a second or so later, the shock wore away as bold lust began to take over. She simply nodded up at me as I slipped my finger inside of her tightness. She jumped underneath me as I dropped my head between her thighs and shoved my face into her. I pulled my finger out of her and started spearing her with my tongue, pushing in and out of her with a feverishness that I couldn’t control. After a few minutes, I pulled my face away and reached down, starting to rub myself up and down, using her cream to lubricate myself. Then I leaned back down and started licking her again, not able to get enough of her delicate taste and scent.

  This excited me to no end. I was so hard, it was almost painful and the way she tasted—it was the like the nectar of the gods. I couldn’t get enough of it. I felt her spasm around my face as she came hard and screamed out in obvious ecstasy. But I didn’t let up, I wasn’t finished drinking her.

  “Jake,” she started as she struggled to sit up. “I… I need you soon, please.”

  “No,” I answered firmly. “I’m not done tasting you.”

  She wrestled me away as she separated herself from me, then she gave me a smile that sent shivers racing up and down my spine. “I want you inside of me and I get what I want,” she announced placidly.

  “Is that so?” I asked with a smile that said I was absolutely up for this power play.

  “Lay back,” she announced as she climbed on top of me and I willingly did as I was told. She straddled me and started rubbing herself up and down my engorged length as I lay there, allowing her to do all the work. Inside, though, I was battling with myself to keep from gripping her by the waist and impaling her in one fluid motion.

  I knew that the length and girth of my Johnson would definitely take her by surprise and I so wanted to witness the shock in her eyes when she felt me, all of me, inside of her, slamming into the very end of her.

  I placed both my hands on her lower back and butt. Each time she leaned up to kiss me, I squeezed her backside gently with both hands. Her butt was round and firm and wide, just how I liked a woman’s to be. With meat on it—not skeletal and boney. I could feel beads of perspiration dripping down her lower back, which turned me on to no end.

  Goddamn, but I needed to be inside her. It took everything I had to allow her to have complete control or to pretend like she did.

  “Mmm, you want me to touch you, don’t you, Jake?” she asked as she leaned down and whispered in my ear.

  “Fuck yes,” I answered as the words caught in my throat when she started to massage me underneath her butt with her left hand. “But first, I want you to tell me it’s the biggest dick you’ve ever seen.”

  “That’s easy,” she answered with a little laugh. “It is the biggest dick I’ve ever seen.”

  After a moment, she gripped me firmly and placed the tip of me just inside of her. She was so tight, I could barely believe it. And she was beyond wet. She settled herself down on it bit by bit and although I wanted to thrust her down on me in one motion, I forced myself to take it slow. She wasn’t used to my girth—that much was obvious by how slowly she was sitting down on it.

  “You feel amazing,” I whispered up to her. “I can feel you stretching around me.”

  Summer looked down into my eyes and said, “I’m ready.”

  I slowly began kissing her as I slammed my hips up and thrust my entire length into her. She threw her head back and yelped as I felt my head burst through something—something that felt a lot like skin. I froze and felt the coldness of realization wash over me.

  “Summer?” I started as I stared up at her. “Are you?”

  She nodded, her chest rising and falling, her breasts pushed up against my face. “I was,” she corrected herself as she grabbed my shoulders. “But you’ve already taken it so no point in making it a big deal now.”

  She meant I’d already burst right through her lining. This was a first for me and I wasn’t sure why but there was some part of me that suddenly felt incredibly proud that she’d allowed me to be her first. At the same time that I was proud, I also felt an overwhelming sense of protection. Even more, I felt a possessiveness over her. Like I’d marked her and she was now mine. It didn’t make any sense to me because I’d never felt this way about another woman before. Of course, I’d never bedded a virgin before either.

  “Jake, stop thinking about it,” she insisted as she gripped my hair and forced me to look her in the eyes.

  I didn’t respond other than to grab hold of her hips and pull myself out of her, only to bury myself all the way, even more deeply this time. Although I was the one thrusting, I wasn’t the only one moving my hips. She met me thrust for thrust and ground her hips down on me as she took what she wanted.

  “You on top now,” she demanded.

  I smiled and nodded as I picked her up and flipped her onto her back. Gripping her ankles, I spread her legs wide as I plunged into her. Her eyes went wide as she moaned and dug her nails into my back. She closed her eyes but only for a few seconds before she opened them again and stared into mine. We just watched each other as I continued to push inside of her as hard as I could and she took it. After a few minutes of this, my own passion was threatening to erupt out of me.

  I looked at her and I said, “I’m going to come.”

  “I want to see it.”

  So, I pulled out of her and continued to stroke myself for about twenty seconds until I threw my head back and moaned as my juice flew out of me in ropey waves.

  Chapter Twenty

  Summer

  Talk about a restless night.

  After Jake passed out, I’d lain there for hours thinking about what we’d just done. How amazing it was. How amazing he was. How amazing his body was. I was in a full-body blush again just remembering the feel of his skin and the rounded curve of his muscles as they melted perfectly into one another. And his penis… it was truly a behemoth, a monster. I had to imagine it was the biggest one within a fifty-mile radius. Shit, maybe even a hundred. />
  I glanced out the window from where I stood in Rue’s kitchen. Jake had left before I’d even woken up. He’d given me a kiss on the forehead even though he thought I was asleep and then he’d headed out on Breezy, probably to check on the cows.

  And now, the sun was easing its way up the backside of the mountain but the rain was still falling and a thick coating of clouds was covering everything. If the guys thought this storm was going to blow over during the night, they’d been mistaken. And unless Brady had made some sort of miraculous recovery during the night, he wasn’t going to be in any shape to go out.

  “This rain just won’t let up,” Rue said as she turned to face me with a sigh.

  Just then the back door opened and Jake trudged in, looking disheveled, wet and disappointed. “I couldn’t get them rounded up on my own,” he announced, his voice frustrated.

  “Of course you couldn’t!” Rue responded as she threw her hands in the air and reached for a mug, pouring him a cup of coffee. “And what in the world made you think you could?”

  “Thought it was worth a shot,” he answered as he accepted the cup with a nod of thanks.

  “I could help you,” I suggested with a hesitant smile. My cowhand talents weren’t exactly stellar, so I wasn’t even sure if Jake wanted me to help, or if I’d just be a nuisance. But I wanted to offer all the same.

  “Hmm,” he answered as he took a sip of his coffee. His response wasn’t exactly encouraging. But at the thought of having to keep five kids entertained inside again, I really wanted to help him with the cows. I exhaled and wrapped my fingers around the doorknob, steeling myself for whatever I was going to face that day. As nervous as I was about working the cows, I was feeling more than a little trepidation about being stuck inside with everyone all day long.

  Or at least one of them.

  Yes, Jake was definitely making me nervous because I couldn’t read him at all. I had no idea what he thought of last night—did he regret it, was he angry that I hadn’t told him I was a virgin? Was he worried I was going to get too attached to him? Did he wish it hadn’t happened? Did I regret it? I wasn’t sure yet. I figured a lot of that depended on him.

  My fingers tingled and I clenched them into my palms as visions of the night before rattled around my head and made it hard to concentrate.

  Rue cleared her throat and I glanced over at her, surprised to find her looking at me with her eyebrows drawn. “Well?” she asked.

  “Well, what?” I answered, flushing because I’d been so invested in my own thoughts that I’d totally missed whatever she’d just said to me. And that was in a word… embarrassing.

  “I was saying that we should set the breakfast up in the main dining room so we can keep the noise to a minimum because Brady is trying to relax on the couch.”

  “Oh, sure,” I answered.

  “Why isn’t he relaxing in his room?” Jake asked, frowning at Rue.

  “Because he says the bed isn’t comfortable,” Rue answered with a shrug. “You and I know the real reason is that he wants to be as involved with the goings on at this ranch as he can be and he’ll miss everything if he’s stuck up in his bedroom all day.”

  “Exactly,” Jake answered with a smile. When he turned that beautiful smile to me, I immediately felt my cheeks heat and I turned around, trying to remember what Rue had tasked me with. Ah yes, setting the table in the dining room.

  I hurried out of the kitchen and into the dining room, quickly rearranging the furniture so it would work for our family-style breakfast. I rummaged through the sideboard drawers and found a few serving dishes and set them out. There were two pretty glass candle holders with green pillar candles that caught my attention so I grabbed them and a handful of napkin rings. Just because we were eating in a ranch house didn’t mean we couldn’t fancy it up a bit.

  If there was one thing I was good at, it was setting a table. Thanks to Daddy’s parties and Mother’s disinterest in party planning, I’d taken up the mantle of party-planner extraordinaire. And now I was putting that art form to use.

  It would still be a half an hour before anyone woke up, so I took on the job with gusto, digging to the back of drawers and cabinets that looked like they hadn’t been touched or organized for years.

  Even though there were a lot of us, the table was so big that none of us would be cramped. I hurried into the kitchen and quietly grabbed a stack of plates and silverware so I could better judge how to lay out my blank canvas. I avoided the everyday placemats. I liked the cute Navaho print and the vinyl made them easy to wipe off, but I wanted to go with something a little different. Something a little more formal.

  I brought the plates and platters, silverware and silver-rimmed water goblets to the table and started setting them out. Everything I used was some shade of gray and white and silver, perfectly mimicking the thundering clouds outside. I opened the drapes wide and tied them back with silver cords I’d found in one of the sideboards. For a brief second, I worried that I was overstepping my bounds since we’d never eaten in this room before. But since Rue had told me to set us up in here, I figured I was free to set the table however I wanted to.

  When I was all finished, I stepped back to admire my handiwork. I’d done a good job. I’d somehow managed to carve out a little bit of fluffy decadence in the middle of a storm cloud. The candles shone like lightning, and from the right angle, they were one big long stream of light streaking down the center of the table like a bolt from the dark windows beyond it.

  I felt proud of what I’d put together. And that was an emotion I hadn’t encountered in years. It fit me like a sweater that had gone too many rounds in the dryer, but it still fit... barely... like if I kept wearing it, the threads would stretch enough that it would be an old, comfortable favorite again.

  “Oh my!”

  I spun around to find Marlene standing in the doorway.

  “Good morning.” My voice trembled and I was surprised at how fast my pride deflated like she’d just stabbed it with a needle. I suddenly felt incredibly dumb for wasting so much time in here.

  “It looks beautiful!” she said as she faced me with a wide smile. “Like something I’d see back home!”

  “Thank you,” I answered, relieved to know she approved. Why, I wasn’t sure.

  “Not that you would know this,” Marlene said as she wandered around the end of the table and visibly admired my handiwork, touching this and that, smiling and nodding in silent agreement with my choices. “But I’m an interior designer.”

  “That must be a fun job?” I didn’t know what else to say.

  “It has its moments.” She shrugged and continued to walk around the table, paying close attention to every single detail of my choices and arrangements. “You definitely have an eye.”

  “Yes, she does,” Jake suddenly answered from behind us. I whirled around on my toes to see him admiring the table settings. “Wow, are you expecting the president for breakfast?” he asked me with a laugh. “Or did you do all this for me?”

  “Ha ha, very funny,” I answered with a pretend frown. He just laughed at me, his chuckle deep and melodious. He was so close, I could almost feel the heat rolling off his body. I was still completely nervous about the night before and I worried that it was showing even now.

  “I’ll go get the kids,” Marlene said over her shoulder as she walked out of the room, leaving me with Jake and my nerves.

  “Are you okay?” he asked as he smiled down at me.

  “Okay?” I repeated, my heart pounding.

  “About last night,” he continued.

  “Oh, that,” I answered, sounding like last night was the last thing on my mind which was about as far from the truth as it was possible to be. “Are you okay about it?” I turned the question over to him, feeling like I didn’t want to answer without first knowing how he felt about it. Yes, it was cowardly of me but when it came to men and relationship and sex, it wasn’t like I was seasoned so I was okay with acting cowardly.

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p; Before he could respond, Rue came in with breakfast, Marlene and crew in tow, and the room was suddenly full of chattering and admiration over my table setting skills.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Jake

  I couldn’t keep the disappointment from my face as everyone flooded into the room. Damn, I’d been looking for a few minutes of privacy with Summer so I could make sure last night wasn’t weighing on her. Taking her virginity was no small deal and I wanted her to know that I wasn’t going to change the way I was with her, however that was.

  For my own part, I wasn’t sure what our night meant now. I mean, I was still the same old me—the me who didn’t want any part of a relationship, whether I’d taken her virginity or not. As far as I looked at it, Summer was a big girl and she’d made a decision that she had been okay with.

  And yet, when I contemplated a relationship with the feisty blond, there was something about the idea that strangely appealed to me… a lot.

  Dammit, Jake, that storm has addled your head! I railed at myself, knowing there was no way in hell I was getting into a relationship with Summer. Not when we worked together and not when Brady would have my hide for it. Not to mention that I just wasn’t a relationship kind of guy. I liked my independence too much.

  And speaking of Brady, the idea that he might find out about what we’d done the night before was suddenly something that concerned me. I could just imagine the talking-to I’d get. I didn’t think it was enough for him to fire me but he’d surely be pissed off. Hmm, the more I thought about it, the more I decided it really wasn’t a good idea to repeat what we’d done. One time might fly under the radar but more than that probably wouldn’t. Of course, I wasn’t exactly sure how to announce that to Summer and, what was more, I wasn’t sure how to convince myself because I was dying to have her again. Over and over again. In fact, I’d thought of little else.

  Suddenly feeling uncomfortable, I cleared my throat and quickly exited the room to check on Brady—or at least that’s what I told myself.