Wild cowboy, p.26
Wild Cowboy, page 26
It was too much. Her body still trembled and bucked with the effects of her last release, but he was pushing her all the way over again, as he teased her most intimate hole and stroked her clit. Then he was sliding his fingers into her slick pussy and there was no way she could hold on now, not with the overwhelming sensations of pleasure and debauchery. She was so close, riding all the orgasms she’d had that day, leaning into the almost-pain of too much pleasure and welcoming Master Reece’s second finger and his third and…
He changed the setting again, the wand going higher and faster and stronger. Then it was too much, far, far too much, and she couldn’t hold on a second longer. Morgan threw herself over the edge of pleasure and into the welcoming abyss of her final release.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
“Shh, I’ve got you, princess. I’ve got you.”
Her sensations came back slowly, softness at first, the sweet, earthy smell of cypress, bergamot and teakwood. The smells of the great outdoors. She shifted slightly, trying to follow those lovely scents, and found she was being cradled, held in that sweet softness.
Finally, she cracked open her eyes. And there was Master Reece, looking down upon her face with such an incredible fondness it made her heart go a little warm.
Or maybe that was just the bath he was currently drawing for them. They were sitting in a pile of pillows beside the edge of the bathtub, and Reece had wrapped her in some kind of fleece or Sherpa because she felt warm and protected and entranced by the delicious soaps or oils he had put into the steamy water.
“How are you feeling?” he asked.
“Good,” she said, testing out her limbs slowly. She was slightly sore, like she’d been trying a new workout routine, but it felt good, the way a long session of yoga felt good. And the pleasure that still radiated through her body made her feel like she was glowing from the inside out. “Green. Sleepy, though.”
He grinned at that. “Way to inflate a man’s ego,” he murmured. “You do tend to pass out after pleasure, so far as I can tell.” Nope. Only with him. “Can you stand, pet?”
She tried it, coming to her feet slowly, and he helped her up the rest of the way. It felt a shame to leave the warm cocoon of his arms, but that bath called to her. He took the blanket and set it aside, then slowly began unzipping her skirt. The touch was gentle and caring, not the rush of erotic pleasure that they had shared before, but something more intimate, more special, because she knew they weren’t hurtling toward release, not in this moment. Slowly, he helped her remove the mesh top and the cotton bra, then she was taking his hand and stepping into the bath.
“Do you need a clip for your hair?” he asked, because it seemed he knew what she needed before she did, in all things. And that made Morgan bold.
“Will you wash it for me?” she asked. “Please?”
His eyes burned hot with pleasure, and he nodded, stepping away from the bath for a moment to return with a few more bottles and towels. He placed them down at the water’s edge, and it was only then that she realized there was a large tray of finger foods beside the bottles of soap, cheeses and fruits, nuts and sweets. It was the decadent version of what they had eaten that first night they shared a tent together, and it felt fitting that it had somehow come back around in this way.
“Are you hungry?” he asked, maneuvering behind her so he could free her hair from the heavy ponytail and begin brushing it out. She supposed it helped to be with a man whose hair was nearly as long as her own. “It’s a good idea to eat.”
She realized it had been some time since she’d shared dinner with Rhylee and Skylar in the mess hall, and she reached for the plate. It was a beautiful assortment of treats, each more decadent than the last, and Morgan reached for a small sandwich filled with chicken salad. Every bite was delicious, as she knew it would be, but she could have eaten old shoe leather right now and it would have been perfect. Because of Reece. And this place.
“Will you bathe with me?” she asked, aware she was likely overstepping, but feeling the instinct to ask him with every fiber of her being. She wanted to feel him, even if they did nothing more tonight, she wanted to feel the heat of his skin and the stroke of strong, calloused fingers, and she wanted Reece here with her every step of the way.
“Is that what you would like?” he asked, gently brushing her hair free. The sensation was so welcome, soft and careful, and he massaged her scalp where the ponytail had pulled, a touch that nearly had Morgan falling back asleep.
“Yes,” she said, her tone definitive. “I want to be with you.” She said it in reference to the bath, but they both knew that she was asking for more. The question was, would he give it to her tonight, or would he make her wait another day?
“Slide over,” he said. Maybe it was the skill of an adventurer, but Reece was undressed in a flash, moving into the tub beside her before she could get a full look at him in the nude, as she had been aching to do for days.
Still, there was nothing wrong with enjoying the way he felt pressed against her, all strong, lean muscle that made her feel feminine, somehow, despite her own toned and powerful arms. Reece put her at ease and pushed her to explore further, faster, and harder, all at the same time, and she knew she was deep, deep in danger of falling off this edge of this particular cliff without her climbing gear or a parachute.
“Eat,” he encouraged, using a wooden ladle to begin wetting her hair. “Tonight was intense.”
“That’s an understatement,” she managed, but she reached for the crackers and brie and made short work of the closest stack.
“You are an incredible woman,” Reece said quietly, rinsing out the shampoo and lathering her hair with conditioner that made it feel smooth and slick against her shoulders.
Of course, after the night they had shared, all her sensations were incredibly heightened. She loved that he could do that, that he could take such intimacy and vulnerability and make it appealing and freeing and not nearly the act of control that it had been in her marriage. Ironic, that.
“You’re pretty incredible too,” she said, leaning back into his touch. “Did you talk to your friends today?” She had assumed that once they were safe, he would finally connect with his friends, tell them all that he had told her in the safety of the mountain top.
“I did,” he said. “I told them about Abby, and the anniversary, how hard it is. For some reason, it was a lot easier to talk to the guys after I had talked to you.”
She turned to him again, and it was impossible to ignore the press of his hardening cock against her belly as she moved in the water. He wanted her, she knew he did, and she wanted him too, in the purest sense of the word. No games, no toys. Just him.
“Do you feel it?” she asked. “This thing happening between us? It’s real, right?”
Reece’s eyes darkened and she knew they were diving into the deep end in a matter of seconds. She was very much coming to recognize that particular expression on his handsome face.
“It’s so real, Morgan,” he murmured. “It’s one of the realest, strongest things I’ve felt in a long fucking time.”
And that was saying something, considering Morgan knew all too well what it was like to lose count of the days in the darkness, to keep the world out, and to hide in the safety of the space she had created for herself so she couldn’t get hurt again. But in protecting the heart and soul and body, one often lost the chance to make a life worth living. Yes, she understood exactly what it was to value true connection.
She stood slowly and allowed him to look at her, really look at her, at the way the water sluiced down her curves in the light of the moon, at the way her breasts were already peaked and hard at just the thought of being with him.
“Then believe me when I say, I want you, Master. All of you. Forever.”
He pushed up, but he didn’t take her hand. Instead, he reached for a towel, then, in a single motion, wrapped her up in his arms and carried her over to the bed. Her hair was getting the pillows wet, but Morgan didn’t give a damn, not when Reece was looking at her like that and they were about to finally come together under the light of the Montana stars.
“I didn’t want to scare you,” he said, “with all of this. With the intensity of what I feel for you.”
She leaned up and captured those lush, beautiful lips in a kiss and lost herself to his touch, to the way he set her body aflame, to the press of soft skin to soft skin. He’d kissed her in the most intimate ways, made her come across his tongue, but this felt more private, more intense, a prelude to something she would never forget.
“I still owe you three,” he murmured into her ear. “If you’re feeling up for it.”
She knew he would stop if she asked, would stop in an instant, but she was tired of the kid gloves, of the training wheels. She wanted Reece, raw and unadulterated, and she wanted him now. So, while he was distracted kissing her neck, she wrapped her legs around his waist and flipped Reece and herself, so he was the one on his back and she was just there, so close to his cock she could slide him inside in a single swift motion if she wanted to.
“Go slow,” he said. “I want to feel every inch of my cock sliding into your tight, sweet body.”
She knew what he was doing, teasing her, taking this gently and slowly again, so she wouldn’t feel rushed or overwhelmed, even though she’d been overwhelmed from the very first moment they had met on that mountain top. But the truth was, she wanted to take it slow too, if only to remember every single second of his touch, every important detail of this moment, so she could look back on it for a long time to come.
Morgan moved forward, brushing the swollen head of his cock with her slick entrance, and reveling in the deep groan she pulled from the back of his throat.
She had the power here, to move forward, to step back, to try new things and to call an end to the scene. She was submitting to a strong and powerful man, just as she had found herself doing in her marriage, but the submission was a gift, a choice, and one taken back with ease and respect. This was nothing at all like it had been with Aaron and more than that, it felt like a great moment of freedom to be able to submit to Reece’s directives, to be able to take orders after all this time and not worry for her soul. This was nirvana. This was healing.
“Please, princess,” he said. “I need you.”
He needed her. After all this time of aching for him, and Reece was begging for her. Slowly, Morgan began to lower herself down the swollen shaft of his cock, and she was incredibly grateful for his order. He was big, bigger even than he had seemed in the starlight, and though she was more aroused and ready than she had ever been in her life, she felt stretched and full as she accepted him into her body and…oh God.
She fell forward slightly, catching herself on Reece’s toned, strong chest, and his cock hit some secret place inside her and she almost lost her mind right then and there.
“Your pace,” he said. Catching her. Holding her. “We go at your pace.”
Except she wanted him beside her, with her, taking and giving control in equal measure.
“Together,” she murmured. “Please, Sir. Take me.”
Reece’s movements were slow at first, even and calmly paced, and she knew he had to be holding himself back so strongly, like the tightest leash. So, she reached back and gently took one of his tight balls in her hand, massaging it around her palm until Reece was swearing under his breath.
“Don’t tempt me, pet,” he said. But Morgan had every plan to. She leaned back, appreciating all those extra hours of yoga more than ever, and captured his thighs in her hands, then she began to rock. She took him in and out, in and out, each movement pressing against her clit and making her moan, ache, burn for more.
Reece brought one hand to her waist and held her in place, and the strong, powerful sensation of his hands on her was enough to spur her higher, even as he paused her motions.
“You feel so fucking good, baby,” he growled through gritted teeth. She wanted to make him fall over that edge of pleasure more than she wanted her next breath. “Please, I want this to last.”
Morgan ignored him, rocked hard, took him all the way in, then pulled nearly free before dropping down again. So he brought his hand to her clit and circled the tight nub there, which nearly had her spiraling out of control all over again.
“Look at how good we fit together,” he said. “Look at the way your tight little pussy accepts my cock. How does it feel? Tell me.”
Morgan had both hands on her breasts, kneading and massing the sensitive flesh there as she rode him, and losing her mind with every thrust.
“It feels so fucking good,” she moaned. “Please, I need…”
“You need to come for me.” he said. “Now.” He pinched her clit, hard, and the sensation of rioting pain sent her hurtling over the edge of her pleasure until she knew she was coming hard and fast all over his cock.
“Again,” he said, thrusting up hard and fast, so he hit her spot hard again. “Come for me again.”
Morgan shook her head. “It’s too much,” she managed. “I want you to come with me.”
“I will,” he said. “After you finish for me one more time. Be good for me. I know you can.”
She wanted to argue, but there was such faith in his voice, and more than argue, she wanted to please him, wanted to make him proud, and so she pinched her nipples and picked up speed and leaned into Reece’s touch on her clit and, amazingly, she was coming again, this one catching her off-guard and sending her floating through pleasure and intensity. It was all so much, so much sensation, but delicious and soft and full of incredible joy.
Then Reece was flipping them, pinning her hands down to the pillow, somehow still managing to care for her wounded arm in the process, and sliding out of her pussy with incredible precision.
“Who do you belong to?” he asked, each inch out driving her nearly as mad as each inch in. “Who does this pussy belong to?”
“You,” she breathed, aroused even more by the desperation in Fhis voice. “It’s all yours.” I’m yours.
“Fuck yeah, it is.” He slid home, taking her once, twice, once more then, “come with me, Morgan, come all over my cock while I mark you.” And he did, pulling out at the last minute and to send thick ropes of cum across her stomach and chest. And the feeling of being marked, the intensity of knowing her owned her and she still owned herself, sent Morgan right over the edge all over again. This time, she had taken Reece with her.
Epilogue
“Are you nervous?” He felt her presence behind him in the office before she spoke. Even after nearly six months together, six months of adventures, of travel and business building, and chasing down new stories, Reece still felt a sense of need and joy that just accompanied their sharing the same space.
“Not in the slightest,” he said, pulling her into his arms and wrapping them together on the chair. The chair where they’d made hot, loud love just last night. “We’ve checked every source and verified every claim. It’s time.”
Time to release their feature exposé on Dick Malvern and the ongoing police investigation. Time to expose the illegal dumping, drug trade and bribery going on at the highest level. And Morgan’s name was going to be right next to his.
“Are you?” he asked, nuzzling into her neck and inhaling the sweet smell of the fresh outdoors. She’d been outside with the dog, then, a little mutt they’d picked up on the side of the road during a sojourn across North Carolina. Reece made his home in Montana now, and it hadn’t taken long for Morgan to say goodbye to the world she had lived in with her ex-husband. She’d moved the business out and now they shared a large cabin on the estate, with room for his office and her business, and plenty of weekend adventures and morning hikes to be had.
And right now, she smelled like cold mountain air and all Morgan. He would never, ever get tired of this woman and the world they’d made for each other.
“Yes,” she said quietly. “But not because of the article.” She stepped free of his lap and walked through the double doors of their bedroom to the enormous balcony beyond. It overlooked the snowcapped mountains and had proven to be quite a wonderful place for making love under the stars.
Reece followed her. “Why then?” he asked, watching the way the light brushed across her face, setting her dark curls to gold and pink. “My Little Storm, what could possibly make you nervous?”
She smiled and wordlessly handed him a small box from the pocket of her robe.
The tag said, the biggest adventure is yet to come. Reece gently opened it, his heart pounding hard and intense, an awareness of change and need rioting through him.
It was a pregnancy test. A positive pregnancy test.
Morgan. Is pregnant.
“I’m going to be a dad.” The words caught in his throat and Reece realized he was crying, the joy of being a father to this woman’s baby overwhelming him. The need to protect her and love her making him wild.
“You’re going to be a dad.”
She was crying too, and he swept her up in his arms and held her tight, but not too tight, sharing every single thing he felt in those embraces. An adventure, indeed.
As it turned out, the bedroom balcony was a wonderful place for making love in the morning winter sunshine, as well. And a wonderful place for playing with the twins, when they came, then their little girl when she entered the world, too. That balcony, their Montana home, their Ranch made up of found family, and the whole wide world, it all belonged to them. A family of wild explorers and adventurers, embracing joy, finding color, learning something new every time they left home.
And always, always, always, wherever the next trip led, holding love close every step of the way.
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