She didn't stiffen up but caught a sharp breath as her eyes fell to a swift delirious close. Then he leaned down and captured her lips in a frenzied kiss that had their gasps end in each other's mouths, and as he distracted her with his thrusting finger and with his flicking and teasing thumb against her clitoris, he undid his belt and jeans, and shoved it down with his boxer-briefs and let his thick shaft spring free. As he distracted her with passionate kisses, he keenly crawled out of the last clothes he wore. There would be no barriers between them now.
He wrapped his free fingers around his hard girth and with his thumb, spread the viscous ooze of precum over his dome, preparing for that first, sweet plunge that would make her his.
He'd already felt that she was tight, maybe too tight for him. But she was very wet, too, and that in addition to his precum-slick dome, these would help make the experience for her far less unpleasant. To him—and most certainly to her—this wasn't merely a casual coupling. This was something far more intense, far more important to them both, and the anticipation was something he's never experienced before. It was becoming almost unbearable.
As he listened for her rapid and breathless gasps and the sweet cries of ecstasy, he brought up the tempo; thrusting his middle finger a little faster, a little deeper inside her. When she writhed and whispered unintelligible words, he slipped a second finger inside her; opening her for his girth and length...
She was delirious with lust and desire. She never felt anything like this before and although she'd heard about it, she never believed it would happen for her. He felt so good against her, so hard, warm, and strong, and when she felt him probing insistently against her aching core, she gasped softly in his ear and hugged him a little tighter to her. Then she felt him push into her. He felt larger than life in every which way...
"Jacob...Jacob..." she whispered breathlessly, as she felt his bold shaft stretch her inch for inch. The sensation was terrifying at first, but that fear was quickly washed away by the liquid fire surging through her and she soon found herself clinging to him.
As his gasping mouth twisted across hers, his hands stroked their way down to her hips and thighs, and he folded her legs around his thrusting hips. He took it slow at first, understanding that she hadn't been with a man for a long time, but when he felt her tight channel grasp a little less tightly, and ripple and stroke his invading shaft, he brought up the tempo and began thrusting a little hard, a little faster, a little deeper...
The bed began to groan beneath them as he began thrusting harder into her. She took what he gave and wanted more, and he gave as much as she could handle, slowly bringing up the pace until he could thrust hard and short into her hot, sucking sheath.
Soon her soft gasps became soft yelps and cries, and he felt her delicious tunnel contracting hard around his invading shaft. It was then when his hands took her hips, and he began thrusting in earnest. He broke their feverish kisses and raised his head to watch her lust flash across her face as she neared the pinnacle. As he had already guessed, Bella was breathtaking in the throes of her oncoming orgasm.
"Jacob!" she cried breathlessly when she felt as if her soul was ripped from her body and hurled out to the edge of the world. She flew up in an arch, crushing her breasts against his hard chest when that journey didn't end at the edge but was spun out into the stratosphere where she exploded among millions of stars...
Her tight sheath clamped hard around his thrusting shaft, and he bared teeth as he felt as if he'd been struck by a sledgehammer made of pure electricity. His fingers dug in the soft flesh of her hips as he felt his testes churn before he let go, and they shot up tightly before propelling his lust through his quick thrusting shaft until it erupted in rich shots of cum deep inside her, over and over again...
As she slowly descended from the heavens, back into her shimmering and exhausted body, she felt him continue to push and pull inside her, but slower, gentler. She could feel his shaft softly pulsating deep inside her, and it felt unbelievable.
She's never felt like this before. So fulfilled, so relaxed, so perfect, and so safe. She lingered in this perfect world, wishing she never had to leave it as her hands and fingers trembled as she slowly caressed his broad back. She was so relaxed now that she was certain she could sleep one thousand years just to recuperate from this extraordinary experience. For now, though, he was with her and she'd just hold him for these few blissful moments. A felinesque smile spreading across her lips as she closed her eyes...
For the first time in her life, she felt whole and one hundred percent woman.
The Bellagio Suites, Las Vegas, Nevada
The soft cricket sound of a cell phone made one of the three occupants in the enormous bed stir awake. His handsome dark head rose from the plush pillows of a woman's breasts and he squinted against the soft lighting coming from the nightstand lamp behind him. He turned to face the elegant nightstand, squinted eyes even more, and took his cell phone before he flipped it open and put it to his ear.
"Yes?"
"Mr. DeVille? I hope I haven't awakened you."
"Well, you fucking did so it better be important," Charles ground out into the mouthpiece.
"We believe it is. This is concerning the package you wanted us to trace."
His green eyes widened and he was suddenly fully awake. "You found it?" He said as he tossed the fluffy covers aside with renewed energy, ignoring the two beautiful women in the bed who also stirred awake and raised their blonde and red heads.
"Yes, sir. The lure was picked up at a Postal Plus in the city of Bellville."
"Bellville? Where the devil is that?"
"It's in southeast Texas. It's all cattle country. Very rural."
"Are you sure?" Charles said as he got out of the bed completely naked, and walked to the large window overlooking the lights of Las Vegas below. He made a face. Rural? Ugh.
'Yes, sir. We've been able to receive visual and verbal confirmation. The lure was picked up at eleven-twenty-nine a.m. yesterday."
Charles' handsome face broke into a rare smile. "This is good news, indeed. How long has the package been in that town?"
"Not sure, sir. But long enough to open a mailbox."
"Which hotel or motel is the package located?" Charles asked as he clamped the phone between his ear and shoulder, and took his silk black and gold robe from a chair before pulling it on.
"No hotel or motel, sir."
Charles' eyebrows shot up. "No hotel or motel?"
"No, sir."
"Where then?"
There was a pause. "The package has been at a cattle ranch."
"What?" Charles frowned. "What is it doing at a cattle ranch?"
"Not just any ranch, sir. The Barrington Ranch."
"Is that supposed to mean something to me?" Charles said with an arrogant tone.
"The Barringtons are a powerful and wealthy family, sir."
"Again," Charles said with a snide tone, "is that supposed to mean something to me?"
"We're just advising caution. The Barringtons are not to be taken lightly, sir. They're proud Texans and can be formidable opponents if challenged. It doesn't take much to have the Barrington men ticked off at you, especially that one Barrington son—"
"—Whatever," Charles dismissed. "Book me a flight out to Bellville as soon as possible, preferably within a few hours."
"The closest major airport to Bellville is Easterwood Airport and it's in College Station. Then it's another fifty six mile drive to the center of Bellville."
Charles arched arrogant dark eyebrows. "Then arrange everything. I don't bother myself with petty details, Mr. Rothman. Call me back when everything's set up. I'll pack and be ready in half an hour."
"Yes, sir. Oh, and sir?"
"Yes?"
"What is the budget for hiring extra men?"
Charles frowned. "Why would I need to hire extra men? I'm merely trying to find the daughter of a dear family friend whose father is on his deathbed. I don't believe there'll be any problem having her come with us once she learns that her father needs her."
"Well, just advising on the side of caution—"
"—Noted," Charles cut him off. "Now arrange for my departure as soon as you can, and call me back when everything's set up."
"Yes, sir."
Charles closed the flip-phone with a smile before he raised his dark head and looked out of the window with cold green eyes. "Found you," he whispered. "No more places for you to hide, Izzy. Cattle country?" He chuckled and shook his head. "Really? Think I wouldn't find you there? Silly girl." Then he turned and headed back to the luxury bedroom. "Oh, my dear, you ought to know better. Now your punishment will be sweet, indeed, and I shall enjoy every moment when I mete out that punishment," he chuckled beneath his breath as he entered the bedroom.
The thought of punishing Isabella suddenly excited him, and he had an instant erection. Although he didn't really have a great deal of time for sex, he couldn't very well walk around with a hard-on, could he? So a quick threesome with the two daughters of one of his business associates was necessary before he'd begin packing to fly out and see his reluctant intended.
Isabella had awakened to find herself alone in her bed. Jacob had already gotten up and left her room. Were it not for his scent in her bed, she would've easily dismissed it all as just a vivid, sexual dream.
But she couldn't now, not with his scent all over her sheets and covers and his taste in her mouth. Not with his lust having leaked out of her that morning when she awakened and thought she had one of those notorious "toilet dreams" she had from time to time. No. It all really had happened, and as beautiful and dreamlike as it was, the cold hard reality of the morning after quickly sobered her up.
It was back to work...and back to being confused what to do. Her heart cried to pursue him, but her common sense commanded that she leave as soon as she possibly could before she'd lose what little dignity and modesty she still had. Nothing good could come of this. Elena's previous words rang in her head, reminding her that Jacob Barrington wasn't the marrying kind. Fact remained, she was.
She decided that no matter how wonderful it was to be Jacob's lover, her upbringing, morals, and ethics wouldn't allow her to be just a man's lover. She couldn't do this; not to herself, to him, and especially not to the memory of her late mother who had always held out the hope that she'd raised a good daughter as befitting a Beaumont-Boucher.
All wasn't lost, though. She could still salvage herself. She could still leave.
She'd been thinking about the night before since the moment she woke up. She couldn't think of anything else. On one hand, it was such a profound experience that she couldn't deny it had helped her mentally as well as physically. She'd be forever grateful to Jacob Barrington for that, for he made her feel complete, whole, and feminine again—something she hadn't felt ever since that horrible afternoon at the Periwinkle's garden party. Just making love with Jacob was like a salve that healed parts of her that Charles had damaged so badly.
On the other hand, now that she's tasted the sweet throes of lust, where could she go from there? Where could either of them go from here? Will this ever go anywhere beyond incredible sex? She wasn't convinced, particularly on Jacob's part.
He most likely 'reckoned' that they'd be clandestine lovers until either decided it was time to move on. He'd gotten what he was clearly after—another conquest and another bedmate—and he might not even want her anymore now. Oh how she wished they had talked right after so that she'd know what he wanted out of this!
But then again, she'd known, even before he touched her, that he wasn't exclusively hers. Not only had she been forewarned many times, but she'd even seen it with her own eyes in the shed.
Jacob Barrington was a very virile man with insatiable appetites. She's seen the copious amount of food he could eat at a single sitting. A man's appetite for food usually hinted at a man's appetite for sex, and there's no doubt that his was considerable and insatiable.
Even before his first kiss, she had accepted he wasn't a one woman man. So understanding all these telltale signs as fact, why did it hurt so now? Why was she having a problem with being just another Jacob Barrington lover now?
"Because I'm selfish," she whispered as she used the electric knife to slice the freshly baked bread on the kitchen counter. "Because...I'm a one-man woman." She sighed and stopped slicing as she looked out the kitchen window in troubled thought. "Because I want a one-woman man." She sighed again, shook her head and resumed slicing bread. "And because I'm a fool," she added softly.
She placed her free hand against her forehead and closed her eyes. "I have to go. I can't stay here," she whispered softly. When she opened her eyes, her vision was blurred. Oh great. Tears. Tears never solved anything. They certainly never gave her the answers she so desperately needed. They just made her face wet and her nose runny.
She turned off the electric knife and took a corner of her apron before she dabbed her eyes. The thought of leaving and never seeing Jacob Barrington again hit harder than she thought it would, and it hurt so much more than she could've every guessed. Sweet mother of god! And all these after just a single night in his arms?
"Silly goose," she mumbled.
"Yea. You are."
Isabella paused for a moment before she turned her head and saw that Elena had arrived. She looked sexy beautiful as always, in a puff sleeve peasant top that left considerable tummy exposed, and a pair of slim-fitting faded denims. She was calmly leaning, with arms crossed, against the doorjamb of the door to the laundry room, and looking at her with a snooty arched eyebrow that mismatched the look in her green eyes.
Elena wanted to project an unfriendly front, but the look in her eyes was more of a cross between curiosity and concern than hostility.
She wasn't in the mood for the Latina right now, and quickly swept her tears and with fingers as she sniffled before she resumed her task. She decided that not saying anything was the more intelligent course of action for her to take at that moment. Hopefully, the exotic beauty would get the message and leave her be.
She didn't.
"You're fallin' in love with him," Elena said with a tone of observation.
"I really don't have time for chitchat, Elena," she said as she shook her head, ashamed that the other woman had seen her weeping, and switched off the electric knife before she set it aside on the counter. "And I have no idea what you're talking about."
"But you are, and you know exactly what I'm talkin' about."
"It doesn't matter," she said before she washed her hands and took a sheet of paper towel. "I really don't have time to stand around and have light conversation. The Barringtons expect their breakfast on time."
"They ain't comin' in for another hour or so. Lady's been havin' trouble foalin' so they're waitin' for Doc to come out to see why."
Hearing that, her head snapped up, eyes big. Then she turned her head and gave Elena an suspicious look, but there was no sarcasm, no cynicism, and no mirth there. She expected at least one of those, but the other woman was being serious.
Still, to be sure, she cautiously asked, "Doc?"
"Yea." She shrugged. "Doc."
She lowered her chin a little and looked at the other woman with eyebrows up over quizzical but also uneasy eyes. "You wouldn't be referring to...Doctor Bennett, would you?"
"Yea, him."
She blinked in surprise. "The same man I'm under medical treatment with?"
"Yea."
"He's a veterinarian?"
Elena seemed to understand the other woman's concern. "Yea. But he's a medical doctor, too. He's both." She smiled. "He's licensed to treat cattle and," she allowed her gaze to briefly sweep the other woman's length, "fainting ladies from Louisiana, too."
Isabella gave the other woman a terse look. "I see." Then she turned and began putting the slices of bread in a linen-lined bread basket. Doctor Bennett was a versatile man. Were it not for her trust in John Barrington, she would've been alarmed that she was under medical treatment—with a veterinarian.
Elena tilted her head as she eyed the Louisiana lady with quiet thought. "Yea," she began, "I see some things, too." When the other woman didn't respond, she added, "I see you're fallin' for Jacob Barrington."
Isabella paused for a few moments, but then she decided to ignore the other woman's remark. She took the plastic wrap out of a drawer and began to cover the food she'd cooked. If the Barrington men weren't coming in for another hour, she'd have to save their meal now.
Then she paused.
Another hour? Another hour! This would give her more than enough time to toss her suitcases into the Rover and drive away! She believed she was given a second chance, and it was going to be now or never. With her emotions in turmoil about Jacob, she believed it was best to leave now while she still could...while she still had her senses.
After she finished covering the plates of food and setting lids on the skillets, she swept the loop of her apron up and over her head, and went to the closet while the other woman silently watched her.
"It's true, ain't it?"
"You'll believe whatever you want to believe, Elena."
"That's true," the exotic beauty said with a nod. "But in this case, I know it's a fact."
Without answering, Isabella hung her apron away, closed the closet door, and then made for the door into the hall so she could get to her room. Unfortunately, that meant having to walk toward Elena who hadn't moved from her spot there. As she neared, she noticed how Elena's green eyes sharpened as she studied her quiet face. Just when she was about to pass her, Elena shot out an arm and blocked her way, forcing her to abruptly stop. She raised her head and looked calmly but earnestly at the other woman; both women standing at equal height.
"Please remove your arm, Elena."
Elena leaned closer and studied the other woman's sapphire blue eyes. "You're fallin' for him, ain't you?"
"Please remove your arm."
"I've seen how you act around him. I can see the little things women do when they want a man's attention. The faintin', the little tears, the actin' like you're so oh, so scared and timid so he comes to your rescue—"
"—I won't ask you to remove your arm again."
"Good!" Elena said. "Then maybe you'll listen to me."
Isabella arched a cool eyebrow, but the Latina wasn't impressed as she searched her eyes for something. At any other given moment, she would've demanded that Elena remove her arm, but at that moment, she saw something in Elena's eyes, too, and it wasn't sarcasm.
"He's a good man, Isabella," Elena said with an earnest look.
"Yes, I'm well aware how you see him," Isabella said with firm eyes.
Elena briefly frowned as she cocked her head quizzically. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"If you're afraid I'm competition for you—"
"—Competition for me? Pfft!" Elena scoffed.
"—then be rest assured, I'm not."
"I know you're not."
Isabella slowly shook her head. "I'm not interested in becoming a part of Jacob Barrington's harem."
Elena made a face with a curious look as she pulled back her head. "Harem?"
"It's not who I am. So don't worry. It's not going to happen."
Elena narrowed probing eyes on her. "You want him all to yourself. Is that it?"
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