Promises: Promises Prevail Part 12

"No."

"Me neither."

She stared at him for so long that he didn't know what to make of it. Then she blinked and the smallest of smiles touched her lips. "You are a nice man, Clint McKinnely."

"I'm a selfish b.a.s.t.a.r.d, and you'd do well to remember it."

She slid off the bale of hay, settling between his thighs. The light from the lamp cast her bare b.r.e.a.s.t.s in golden shadow. His c.o.c.k jerked in his pants. She had to have felt the leap of hard flesh beneath her open palm.

He expected her to flinch away. He never expected her to smile. Or the delicate touch of her hands on the b.u.t.tons of his pants.

"Jenna..."

"What?" She didn't halt in her unb.u.t.toning.

"There's a house just a few yards away."

"Good." She unfastened the last b.u.t.ton.

"There's a big ol' bed upstairs with a brand-newmattress sitting on it."

"Good." She tugged at the waistband of his denims.

He lifted his hips so she could work them down.

"So why are you undressing me?"

She pulled those softly aggressive hands from his eager flesh and folded them in her lap.

"I'm sorry. I didn't realize..."

He liked her better with the light of confidence in her eyes. He caught her hands and put them back on his pants.

"There's nothing to realize." He removed the now- sleeping kitten from his shoulder and put it on the bale of hay. "I was just a little surprised."

She'd been too forward, Jenna realized. How many times had Jack slapped her for taking charge? She'd just been so touched that he'd fed and sheltered the two little kittens that she'd wanted to do something equally nice for him.

He released her hands. For a moment she didn't know what to do. Would he be offended if she resumed touching him? Would he be mad if she stopped now that she'd begun?

His hands slid up over his thighs, over his lean hips, and under the worn blue fabric of his pants. He s.h.i.+fted.

The material bulged as his hands worked beneath. Littleby little he revealed the solid length of his c.o.c.k. Every time she thought there must be an end, another dark, throbbing inch appeared until at last the broad head lay heavily against his hair-dusted thigh.

She stared. She couldn't help it. She'd never, ever seen a man's organ that was so large. Never, ever dreamed a man could be built so. Jack's c.o.c.k had barely cleared his fly. Clint's would not only clear his fly, but reach the elk horn b.u.t.ton just above his navel. It was dark, wide, and tinted with the same red as the rest of his skin. Part of her was appalled, but another part of her, the shameful part that had led her astray in her youth, wanted to touch him to see how he'd feel under her fingers. To stroke the power that simmered under his skin.

As if knowing what she was thinking, and the demons she wrestled with, Clint held his impressive length in his hand-stroking it, making it grow even more.

"Is that what you wanted, Suns.h.i.+ne?" Deep mystery blended with the night, edging his drawl with temptation. "Were you curious as to what I looked like?

How I was built?"

How could he know so much about her in so short a time? She ducked her head, bracing herself for the condemnation that always came with honesty. "Yes.""Then come satisfy your curiosity."

It was a long way up to his face, but she needed to see his expression. To understand the motive behind the invitation. His eyes met hers. His gaze was intent, serious, and unflinchingly dark with desire. He wanted her to touch him. She relaxed inside.

"Come take what you want, Suns.h.i.+ne. Let me feel those soft lips on my c.o.c.k." He angled his c.o.c.k toward her with three long strokes of his big hand.

His thighs flexed under her hands as she leaned forward. He was such a big man, so strong. And he was hers. She'd do well to please him.

The rough fabric of his denims sc.r.a.ped the sides of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s as she touched her tongue to the smooth, hot tip.

"Yes, baby. That's it," he groaned, as he pressed his c.o.c.k up into her touch.

She let her tongue flatten against him, measuring the pulse of his hunger with her mouth. His hand cupped the back of her head, the weight alone pulling her forward, onto his c.o.c.k.

"Kiss it, Jenna," he groaned in that low drawl that made everything in her want to obey. "Give me a taste of how sweet loving you is going to be."

She did, relaxing. He was no different than Jack in this. He wanted to be admired. Praised."You're so big..." She didn't have to fake the wonder in her voice as she rained light kisses over the mushroom head.

"Not too big." His thumb stroked the corner of her mouth. "Open for me, Jenna."

She parted her lips just a little, teasing him with the promise of the heat within, knowing it would increase his pleasure. He growled and leaned back, pus.h.i.+ng his hips forward. He rubbed his c.o.c.k over her lips, from corner to corner, touching her teeth, seeming to enjoy their smooth glide over the sensitive tip.

"Open, baby."

She did, but he was too big to just slide in. She stretched her jaws as far as she could, working him past her teeth, flinching when she accidentally sc.r.a.ped him, relaxing when he moaned instead of las.h.i.+ng out.

When he was settled against her tongue, she peeked up from under her lashes. His big shoulders looked ma.s.sive in the shearling coat, braced against the stall, his black hair swinging forward, framing his dark face, the shadows casting the sharp planes in stark relief. Beneath his lowered lids, his eyes glittered. He was watching her take him into her mouth. He touched her lips with his finger.

"Now that's a pretty sight. Those beautiful lips tight around my c.o.c.k."He was going to be easy to please. She smiled up at him and suckled lightly. One hand slid over her hair and then down to her shoulders.

"Scoot up a bit." She did, taking more of his c.o.c.k in the process, the broad head filling her mouth too full. For an awful moment, she thought she'd gag. His fingers on her cheek stilled her panic.

"Easy, Suns.h.i.+ne. Breathe through your nose and relax."

She knew that. Knew how to do this. Jack had spent most of their marriage teaching her to do this right. She took a slow breath and forced her throat to relax. It would be so helpful if she could remember it all now. If she pleased Clint tonight, maybe her second marriage didn't have to go the way of the first.

She worked him deeper in short little jabs. He was so much bigger than Jack that she couldn't be sure she was pleasing him. Giving him enough stimulation. His finger under her chin made her jump.

"Look at me."

She did, dreading what she'd see in his face.

Surprisingly, he didn't look upset, just very...intent.

"Keep your eyes on me as you suck me. I want to see everything you feel, everything you think as I come."

She had to rely on her raised eyebrows tocommunicate her "Why?"

"Because I want it."

And his tone said that was that. She s.h.i.+vered, but held his gaze. Clint's eyes narrowed, and he swore.

"d.a.m.n, I'm sorry." He leaned forward. "You make me forget my head."

She had no idea what he was talking about.

"Just hold me, darling, while I get you settled." She needed to be settled?

His c.o.c.k surged and jerked in her mouth as he shrugged out of his coat and then the heavy weight and warmth of it settled over her bare shoulders. She was immediately enveloped in the moist aroma of pine, smoke, and man. He seemed to surround her, his c.o.c.k in her mouth. His scent in her nostrils. His hand in her hair.

"It's a shame though, to cover those magnificent b.r.e.a.s.t.s."

He thought her beasts were magnificent? She glanced down, but all she could see was the thick stalk of his p.e.n.i.s and the curly edge of the coat he'd draped over her shoulders. His finger touched her cheek and she immediately brought her gaze back to his.

She touched the edge of the coat and then stroked his p.e.n.i.s gently. He was such a kind man. She wrapped her hand around his staff, marveling that her fingers didn'tmeet, marveling at how he throbbed with life. Touching had involved as much fear as purpose with Jack. He could be volatile when aroused, though Clint was prodigiously aroused, she didn't sense any violence in him. He was in control. Enjoying her mouth, but not on edge. It gave her the courage to experiment.

She hugged the coat to her with her one hand while with the other she pumped in counterpoint to the motion of her lips. Twisting lightly as she pulled away, swirling her tongue over the tip before sucking strongly. Keeping her eyes on his as he'd ordered.

"That's it Suns.h.i.+ne." His lids slipped lower. "Do that again."

She did and was rewarded by the salty taste of his pleasure. But she didn't need to taste to know she was pleasing him. She could see it in his face, the way his eyes narrowed, and his lips pulled back from his teeth.

His big hands drifted up from her shoulders until both were in her hair. Three short tugs and the thick ma.s.s fell around her shoulders. He ran his hands through the heavy tresses as they spilled over her back and face.

"Son of a b.i.t.c.h, you're something," he groaned as his c.o.c.k pulsed again.

She wasn't, but for this moment in time if he thought so, she was content. His finger touched her cheek and pressed, feeling himself through her flesh."Faster now, Jenna."

She obliged, taking him deeper, sucking harder, pacing herself to the harsh tension of his breathing, the pulse she could feel throbbing just beneath the satin- smooth skin of his c.o.c.k. He was huge, hard, so swollen with the need to come that she thought he must split, and still he didn't give her his seed.

She redoubled her efforts. His breath hissed through his teeth and his head fell forward, his hair framing his dark face as the angles sharpened with his torment. Then his eyes opened and locked with hers, searing her with the intensity of his pa.s.sion. His hand slid over hers, working her fingers free, replacing them with his own.

Holding his c.o.c.k steady for the descent of her mouth.

"Open the coat. Just for a minute, Suns.h.i.+ne. Let me see those beautiful b.r.e.a.s.t.s of yours."

She did, but she couldn't help blus.h.i.+ng. This was so much more intimate than anything she'd ever done with Jack. The air chilled her nipples pulling them tight.

Clint's hard mouth tilted in a smile.

"Put your hands under them and lift them up, like you're offering them to me."

She had to s.h.i.+ft forward to do so. She worked back off his c.o.c.k as she cupped the underside of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, not sure what he wanted. He arched his hips, reclaiming lost ground."Such a shy little wife." He touched her cheek. "Do you want me to tell you what to do?"

She lashed his c.o.c.k with her tongue as she nodded.

"I want you to pretend those are my hands on your b.r.e.a.s.t.s. I want you to stroke them and fondle them and give yourself pleasure."

Oh heavens. She had absolutely no idea how to do that. His big hand cupped her chin, his thumb pressing against the bulge of his c.o.c.k.

"Shh, don't panic. We can work up to that." His voice was a harsh growl. "I'm not going to last much longer anyway. Your mouth is sweeter than honey."

Hay rustled as his hips arched, reflecting his need.

"Take me as deep as you can, Suns.h.i.+ne. Slow and deep, and I'll take care of the other."

She blinked as his hands closed over her b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

They were huge and cold. Very cold. She s.h.i.+vered and he laughed, a deep husky sound of pleasure and pain.

Despite the fact that she was the one wearing a coat, he was the one sweating. His hips arched up, feeding her more of his c.o.c.k.

"That's the way. Just stay relaxed and take it, Jenna.

All that you can. Slow and deep."

His hands on her b.r.e.a.s.t.s were gentle without that mean edge she was accustomed to, and his voice was so soft as he asked rather than slamming into her throat. Shedid her best, swallowing as he nudged the back of her throat, feeling the painful pressure as he pushed in, blinking back the tears and pus.h.i.+ng forward, wanting to please him, hoping this time her marriage could be more friends.h.i.+p than anger. She groaned in relief when he pulled back. Her relief was short-lived. His fingers slid up to her nipples. She blinked, bracing herself for the wrenching pain that always came when a man put his hands there.

"Ah, baby, you have the prettiest nipples." His fingers stroked lightly, rhythmically, the calluses dragging on her flesh. "They're like delicate, silky pebbles of flesh under my hands. And your mouth.

d.a.m.n, Jenna, you have an incredible mouth."

He pinched her nipples lightly. A warning? She wasn't taking any chances. She took him all the way to the back of her throat, suppressing the urge to gag, struggling to relax enough to let him in.

"Son of a b.i.t.c.h, you're going to make me come too soon," he said as he pressed against her, his c.o.c.k pulsing with the caress of her spasming throat.

Too soon? Her jaws already ached. She checked his expression to see if he was serious. He laughed deep in his throat. A lazy sound.

"I want a chance to play with these sweet nipples before I come," he explained. She started. He circled thepebbled flesh with his thumb. "Nothing too hard. You're not ready for that. Maybe just a little stroking at first. Just enough to make them sit up and take notice." He pulled out, not as slowly as before, and his movement wasn't as smooth. Was his calm a lie?

"Would you like that, Suns.h.i.+ne?" he asked on a tight note. "Would you like me to pleasure your b.r.e.a.s.t.s?"

She'd like anything that didn't bring that awful pain.

She nodded as she suckled the tip of his c.o.c.k. A spurt of warm seed flooded her mouth. His hands left her b.r.e.a.s.t.s to cup her head.

"Later then." His voice was a hoa.r.s.e expression of sound. "Later, I'll pleasure them until you scream, but right now I need your mouth."

She gave it to him, taking him as deeply as she could, wetting his shaft with saliva as she withdrew, using the slick surface to facilitate the strong strokes of her fist. Sucking hard, working him hard, taking him so deep it ached, and still it wasn't enough. His hands on her head urged her closer, urged her to go just that little bit further.

"Just a little more, baby." His c.o.c.k pressed the back of her throat. "A little more and you'll have it all. C'mon Jenna. Take me. Take me."

She took a deep breath and did, moaning as he popped through her resistance at last and as her musclesspasmed a protest around him he came, flooding her throat with his hot seed, holding her to him as he cried out and bucked. He held her to him so long that she began to panic, needing air, and still he came.

She caught his wrists in her hands. On a rough "Jesus" he let her go. She wanted to throw herself to the ground and gasp for air, but she knew better. Instead she drew on every bit of control she had, hauled air in through her nose, and carefully caught every silken wash of his seed, not spilling a drop, swallowing it while nurturing the last remnants of his pleasure, cementing his good will the only way she knew that worked.

Taking a small measure of pride in her ability to do so.