The Best Kind of Trouble
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The red of her bra was perfect against her skin. Straps came up over the curves of her br**sts, accenting them. The cups dipped so he caught the dusky pink of her nipple.
“I bought a few new things.”
“I approve. Let’s see if your panties match.”
He helped her down and knelt to get her boots off and then ridded her of the rest of her clothes.
Paddy grinned at the stylized SHR. Sweet Hollow Ranch was the name of the place that lent the name to the band on the belt she’d worn. Like a not-so-subtle brand. That same SHR was on the big iron gates at the entrance to their land and also on Damien’s drum kit and the custom work on their gear.
Seeing it on her revived his cock. Mine.
She looked down, a smile on her face. “Such recovery time. Another reason I keep you around.”
“I’m loving those panties.” Bright red, the same straps wrapping around her hips. Peeks of her ink here and there only added to that juxtaposition of her naughty/nice exterior.
“I’m sorry to have to take these off. But I need you in that shower with me so...” He hooked his fingers and pulled them down and off, tossing them over his shoulder. He slid his palms up her calves, over the muscles of her thighs. Standing as he kissed the curve of her hip.
When he popped her bra open, and she shimmied a little to get loose, he sighed. Happier than he’d been since before they’d left for the tour. He pressed a kiss against each nipple, licking them as they beaded to his touch.
Her fingers sifted through his hair as she held him to her.
He broke away, getting naked fast and pulling her into the shower with him. He’d eyed that bench earlier. But he had a use for it now.
“Let me take care of you.” She pressed a kiss on his chest, right over his heart before she took the shampoo. “Here, help me up.”
She stood on the bench and he backed up to her so she could wash his hair. He leaned his head back, his body against hers, supporting her and being cared for all at once.
Her fingers on his scalp felt so good, he groaned, letting her massage him for a good long time before he turned and helped her down, letting her slide against his body.
He rinsed his hair while she washed and conditioned hers, and then he drizzled liquid soap all over her br**sts and began to rub soap-slick circles around her br**sts and to her shoulders and back.
She brushed herself against him, side to side, and then after washing his neck and arms and chest, gave plenty of slippery attention to his c**k and sac. So much he had to make her stop.
“Quit that. Insatiable.” He kissed the tip of her nose and then her mouth as his fingertips found her ni**les. Tugging. Pinching. Rolling them between his fingers until she panted.
“What is it?” He laid teasing kisses over her face.
“You’re killing me, Paddy. I want you in me. Please.”
Before he’d left, they’d both been tested, and the results had been clean. He’d never been naked in any other woman but her. Though the temptation in the years before she’d come back into his life had been high, he’d known enough people with STDs to resist.
Desire hit, hot and hard, so dizzying, he had to bury his face in her neck and hold on until it passed.
“There’s a big mirror in the living room. Across from the couch. I want to be in you. I want to watch you as I f**k you.”
She shivered and it wasn’t from the cold. They both rinsed off quickly and got out. He dried her off, kissing her as he did, and by the time he picked her up and she wrapped herself around him as he carried her out, he was beyond ready.
He set her down in front of the couch. “You need to be ready first.”
“I’m totally ready. I promise.” She took his hand, guiding it to her. “See?”
He teased her clit with a fingertip for a little while. Until she got that glazed look in her eyes.
“Now I need you to kneel facing the back of the couch. Hands on the couch. Ass out. Legs spread wide. I’m really hungry for you.”
She sucked in a breath, and he smiled, letting her see in his gaze how much he liked that.
She did as he told her to do, and he settled on his knees on the floor behind her. The couch was low, and he was tall, so the part of her he wanted his mouth on was at eye level. He leaned in and spread her open before he took long licks, humming at her taste. Humming at how good it was to be like this with her.
Her taste rushed through him. Taking over, blotting out everything else but how he felt about her. This angle meant she was all he felt, all he saw and tasted. Her scent lived in him, and when she came on a sob of his name, he was up, getting seated in a flash.
“On my lap, Nat. I want to see your face in the mirror, watch as I push in and pull out of you.”
He helped her get astride his body, facing away from him. His arm wrapped around her waist to brace her.
“Watch,” she murmured, and he did. The sight of her sinking down on his c**k was nearly as good as the heat of her hugging around him.
Her eyelids slid halfway down as a pretty pink flush worked up her skin.
He kept watching as he took her br**sts in his hands as she rode him slow and deep.
Home.
He felt, as he slid into the embrace of her body, much the same as he felt when he drove up the hill to the ranch. She’d become home to him in a way he’d never expected another human being to feel.
She was so beautiful, reflected, his hands all over her, her eyes half-lidded, the muscles in her thighs flexing as she moved. Even with the orgasm earlier, he was already close.
“I bought a few new things.”
“I approve. Let’s see if your panties match.”
He helped her down and knelt to get her boots off and then ridded her of the rest of her clothes.
Paddy grinned at the stylized SHR. Sweet Hollow Ranch was the name of the place that lent the name to the band on the belt she’d worn. Like a not-so-subtle brand. That same SHR was on the big iron gates at the entrance to their land and also on Damien’s drum kit and the custom work on their gear.
Seeing it on her revived his cock. Mine.
She looked down, a smile on her face. “Such recovery time. Another reason I keep you around.”
“I’m loving those panties.” Bright red, the same straps wrapping around her hips. Peeks of her ink here and there only added to that juxtaposition of her naughty/nice exterior.
“I’m sorry to have to take these off. But I need you in that shower with me so...” He hooked his fingers and pulled them down and off, tossing them over his shoulder. He slid his palms up her calves, over the muscles of her thighs. Standing as he kissed the curve of her hip.
When he popped her bra open, and she shimmied a little to get loose, he sighed. Happier than he’d been since before they’d left for the tour. He pressed a kiss against each nipple, licking them as they beaded to his touch.
Her fingers sifted through his hair as she held him to her.
He broke away, getting naked fast and pulling her into the shower with him. He’d eyed that bench earlier. But he had a use for it now.
“Let me take care of you.” She pressed a kiss on his chest, right over his heart before she took the shampoo. “Here, help me up.”
She stood on the bench and he backed up to her so she could wash his hair. He leaned his head back, his body against hers, supporting her and being cared for all at once.
Her fingers on his scalp felt so good, he groaned, letting her massage him for a good long time before he turned and helped her down, letting her slide against his body.
He rinsed his hair while she washed and conditioned hers, and then he drizzled liquid soap all over her br**sts and began to rub soap-slick circles around her br**sts and to her shoulders and back.
She brushed herself against him, side to side, and then after washing his neck and arms and chest, gave plenty of slippery attention to his c**k and sac. So much he had to make her stop.
“Quit that. Insatiable.” He kissed the tip of her nose and then her mouth as his fingertips found her ni**les. Tugging. Pinching. Rolling them between his fingers until she panted.
“What is it?” He laid teasing kisses over her face.
“You’re killing me, Paddy. I want you in me. Please.”
Before he’d left, they’d both been tested, and the results had been clean. He’d never been naked in any other woman but her. Though the temptation in the years before she’d come back into his life had been high, he’d known enough people with STDs to resist.
Desire hit, hot and hard, so dizzying, he had to bury his face in her neck and hold on until it passed.
“There’s a big mirror in the living room. Across from the couch. I want to be in you. I want to watch you as I f**k you.”
She shivered and it wasn’t from the cold. They both rinsed off quickly and got out. He dried her off, kissing her as he did, and by the time he picked her up and she wrapped herself around him as he carried her out, he was beyond ready.
He set her down in front of the couch. “You need to be ready first.”
“I’m totally ready. I promise.” She took his hand, guiding it to her. “See?”
He teased her clit with a fingertip for a little while. Until she got that glazed look in her eyes.
“Now I need you to kneel facing the back of the couch. Hands on the couch. Ass out. Legs spread wide. I’m really hungry for you.”
She sucked in a breath, and he smiled, letting her see in his gaze how much he liked that.
She did as he told her to do, and he settled on his knees on the floor behind her. The couch was low, and he was tall, so the part of her he wanted his mouth on was at eye level. He leaned in and spread her open before he took long licks, humming at her taste. Humming at how good it was to be like this with her.
Her taste rushed through him. Taking over, blotting out everything else but how he felt about her. This angle meant she was all he felt, all he saw and tasted. Her scent lived in him, and when she came on a sob of his name, he was up, getting seated in a flash.
“On my lap, Nat. I want to see your face in the mirror, watch as I push in and pull out of you.”
He helped her get astride his body, facing away from him. His arm wrapped around her waist to brace her.
“Watch,” she murmured, and he did. The sight of her sinking down on his c**k was nearly as good as the heat of her hugging around him.
Her eyelids slid halfway down as a pretty pink flush worked up her skin.
He kept watching as he took her br**sts in his hands as she rode him slow and deep.
Home.
He felt, as he slid into the embrace of her body, much the same as he felt when he drove up the hill to the ranch. She’d become home to him in a way he’d never expected another human being to feel.
She was so beautiful, reflected, his hands all over her, her eyes half-lidded, the muscles in her thighs flexing as she moved. Even with the orgasm earlier, he was already close.
