Small Town Secrets Ch. 04

"That was different," she protested as her hands bit deeper into the knotted muscles of his shoulders.

"Oh, trust me I get that. The blood on these sheets tells that story. But I won't stick around just to teach you all the tricks that your magnificent body is yearning to learn just to have another man reap the benefits one day. If I train you, it is for my pleasure and mine alone," he punctuated his words by pinching her nipple once more. Her expressive eyes told him more than he needed to know. "And yours of course too."

"Yes, damn it, Jack. Yes," she half pleaded and half cursed him.

"Yes, what, Abby Jean? Tell me." His thumb strummed back and forth across the turgid peak reminding them both of the flames that even his harsh words could not bank.

She closed those expressive eyes. He had no idea then what she was thinking. He willed them to open again so he could see into her soul...know his fate. She sighed heavily as she nodded her head slowly. "Yes, Jack. Yes, I'll marry you." Her answer was barely a whisper.

But it was enough. His mouth took hers. His tongue invaded the deep recesses as if he could physically meld them into one being, absorb her into his soul. He feared even then it would not be enough. And in that moment he felt true pity for the Old Man. He finally understood how the greatest man he had ever known could become a pawn to love.

Was this love? It was not a question Jack was going to take the time to examine at the moment. Lust was more powerful at that moment as his hand slowly slid down her flat stomach. His cock hardened at the thought it might not be for much longer. New life growing inside her. Life he gave her was the headiest aphrodisiac he could manage. He wanted to roar. He wanted strip them both naked and give them what they both wanted.

But not yet. He had to maintain his self-control. He needed to show her that she would not control him so easily. Or maybe he needed to show himself. It did not matter as his hand pushed the soft slip up her thigh to bunch once more around her hips. His hand moved between her open legs. His fingers sought out her wet heat once more.

He was not in the mood for any more games. They had played long enough. His thumb circled the hard throbbing button that was a miniature of the one bursting his jeans uncomfortably as two fingers sunk deep inside her. He found what he was looking for, that bundle of nerves just inside her tight channel. He pressed up, rubbed and released.

She arched in his arms, clung to him as she screamed out. He drank in each note of her scream, each spasm of her release. He pushed her body higher, prolonged her orgasm as much for his own pleasure as hers. It was not until her screams became hoarse that he gave a final light caress that left her whole body trembling as he withdrew his fingers.