Patty's Homecoming, page 16
part #1 of Montana Wranglers Series
“He wouldn’t scare awake. If anything, he would instead awaken with a hard-on and seek us out. You know that. Silly man.” She rolled her eyes. “So porn?” she teased. “Just kidding, just kidding.” Mostly. “How about that one movie with Tom Cruise and Morgan Freeman? The one about the planet being wiped out or something like that? Sci-fi, I can’t for the life of me think of the name of it but you know what I mean, right?”
“Uh, sure.” He blinked at her for a moment. She could practically see the wheels spinning in his head as he tried to think of the movie. His face went blank for a moment and then he looked at her. “Oblivion is the one you’re thinking of, I believe.”
“Yes. That’s it,” she said with a snap of her fingers. “That’s going to be the movie that we are watching.” She grinned, winking at him as she did so. “Does that sound like a good movie for us to watch?”
“Sure,” he smiled. “Told you, darling, doesn’t matter much to me. All that matters is that you are there, naked and more than ready for me. Go, I shall be along in no more than five minutes.” Kissing her, he turned her around and gave her a light nudge.
Patty went into the media room and grabbed a couple of pillows and a blanket to curl into while they watched the movie. Popping the DVD into the player, she lay down on the couch and waited for Corbin to come and join her.
She heard him coming before she saw him and, when she did see him, she saw all of him. He stopped at the end of the couch. “You’re not naked!” he said, propping his fists on his hips. He shook his head at her. “And here I went and got all nekkid just for you.”
Patty giggled. “Well, it won’t take me but a second to get naked,” she teased him. Standing, she began to peel out of her clothes and watched him. “You and I both know that you love watching me strip,” she teased him with a grin. Baring her breasts to him, she watched him, licking her lips as she did so. “You like this, right?”
“Like you even need to ask,” he said, his voice throaty. He was licking his lips almost compulsively and his eyelids had dropped to half-mast. The look on Corbin’s face as he watched her made her feel needy.
Patty loved the look on Corbin’s face when he gulped, his eyes dropping slightly and his tongue licking his lips. She grinned and wiggled out of her pants and panties, her hands moving over her bare mound and sliding down the inside of her thighs. “And this?” She asked, her hand moving back up, stroking her pussy lips and then up to her nipples.
“Do that again,” he rasped out in a desperate tone. “Slower though,” he demanded. Moving closer to her, he sat down on the sofa to watch. “Nice and slow,” he said, lifting his eyes to meet hers. The heat there could have scorched her had it been physical.
Doing just as he ordered her, she smiled, her hands moving very, very slowly down and then back up her body. Fingers dipping into her dripping-wet pussy and running a trail of the moisture up to her breasts and running her fingers in a circle around her nipples. “Like this?” She purred, pinching the nipples and stepping in closer to him.
“Fucking perfect,” he breathed out in a rush. His tongue flicked out to dampen his lips again. “One more time and then crawl into my lap so I can lick your beautiful nipples. Slowly, thoroughly and maybe with a bit of teeth.”
She shivered and did just as he asked, stepping in closer to him as she did so. She dragged a great deal of moisture around her rosy nipple peaks and then settled into his lap. “Like this?” she asked and rubbed her mound against his already-hard cock. “Or maybe I should stroke you a bit as well? Or better yet, maybe you should be inside of me and both of us enjoying the hell out of being connected?”
“In a moment, first—” He pulled her closer even as he tipped her back over his arm. “First I want to taste,” he whispered with a smile. Slowly he drew his tongue up her chest, between her breasts, his eyes locked on hers. Moving with infinite patience, he licked his way to one nipple. A nipple he sucked in deep and hard into his mouth.
Patty’s fingers clenched hard on Corbin’s shoulders and shuddered. “Oh, honey,” she cried out. “That feels so very, very good.” She began to undulate her hips on his lap, began to move in closer and closer to him. Wanting and needing to have him inside of her. “I need you inside of me. Now, please,” she begged.
“Lift up,” he said to her as she felt one of his hands between her legs. The rub of his cock to her wet folds let her know he had himself in hand. When she lifted, he pressed the tip to her pussy and began to pull her down over his hard flesh.
She did as he instructed, she lifted herself up and then when he helped her to slide down on his cock, she moaned aloud. “Oh dear God.” This was what she had waited for. Bracing her hands on the back of the couch, she began to move with his help. Sighing and letting her head fall back, she moved with Corbin.
A small bite of teeth on her throat gave her a bit of warning of what was to come, but only a bit. “Look at me,” he demanded. “Kiss me, now,” he said, nipping at her throat again. The kiss of his teeth to her chin was followed by the slide of his tongue.
She did just that. Leaning into him, Patty kissed Corbin, her body tightening on him as she did so. A low moan came from her throat, a desperate and needful moan rumbling from her chest and outward.
He kissed her with hunger, his tongue thrusting in to stroke hers, over and over. His hands were guiding her hips, lifting her and helping her to ride his cock. A groan escaped his throat as he squeezed her in a little closer to him.
Patty moaned as well. She shuddered again and bit her lower lip. “Corbin,” she moaned. “Please.” She was so very, very close. “More,” she begged softly. She began to lift and lower on him faster and harder. She needed him to come with her.
“Beautiful,” he said softly. He was staring right at her, a small smile on his lips. Slowly his hands slid up her back, drawing her in closer so the hair on his chest scraped her nipples lightly. “Sexy, beautiful, amazing,” he murmured. “That’s you, all you sweetheart.”
“It is both of us,” she gasped and moved again. “It’s both of us,” she repeated with another gasp of pleasure. “More, please,” she whispered and moved a little faster, a little harder on him.
Cupping her ass, he turned them, putting her back to the cushions and thrusting into her hard as he followed her. Gripping the arm and back of the sofa, he drove his cock deep into her pussy. “Touch yourself,” he said, watching her with hungry eyes.
Reaching between them, she touched the nubbin of flesh that was just above where he was pistoning in and out of her body. She gasped, rubbed her clit, and touched him from time to time while she did so. “Oh God. Yes,” she purred. “That feels so very, very good.”
“Harder,” he told her, his eyes still locked on hers. He leaned back, lifting her legs up to drape them over his shoulders before leaning forward again. The angle made him hit her differently and didn’t allow her to move, just take his cock as he slammed into her again and again.
Patty screamed. She couldn’t have stopped her scream if she wanted. It felt far too good. Her fingers moved faster and harder on her own clit, and she was chewing her lower lip and looking up at him through heavily hooded eyes. “Cor.” She gasped his name. She was ready. She was riding that edge. She was almost there and just needed one more small moment and she would explode, no ifs ands or buts about it.
“Close,” he ground out between his teeth. His hips were moving fast, flesh slapping flesh as he took her closer and closer to the edge. Reaching down, he pinched her nipples and, as she went as taut as a bowstring and her muscles clamped down, he came with a bellow, her name torn from his throat.
Patty screamed. She couldn’t help herself. She prayed that Blake would continue to sleep, in a way, but she couldn’t have stopped her scream or Corbin’s answering bellow if she had wanted to. She shuddered and came, her whole body tight with her orgasm.
He collapsed over her, her legs sliding down his arms to fall onto the sofa. His lips were against her throat, his breath hot and fast as his weight pressed her deeper into the soft cushions. After a time, he let out a low groan and pushed some of his weight off her. “You alive down there?” he asked, his voice rough and ragged.
“Very,” she whispered finally with a grin. “Damn.” She shook her head and gasped. “That”—she licked her lips—“was fucking amazing.” She grinned and looked up at him, “You gonna spank me for my dirty mouth?” she asked hopefully.
Chuckling, he moved them so she was tucked to the back of the sofa on her side with him facing her. “Later, when I have more energy. Right now I just want to lay here a few minutes with you in my arms. Then I need to hit the sack for a very early morning. Remind me to turn the alarm off when I go and grab some clothes from the bedroom.”
“Sounds good.” Closing her eyes, Patty held onto Corbin and yawned. “I love feeling you surrounding me. I love being in your arms,” she admitted quietly and rubbed her cheek to his chest. “I love everything that we have together.” She was glad to be back in their lives, very happy to be back where she belonged.
“I love having you in my arms,” he said quietly. Pressing a kiss to her hair, he gave her a squeeze. “Ten minutes and then I need to move or I’ll end up sleeping here and Blake will end up going to work. Close your eyes and relax, love.”
She closed her eyes and yawned. “I think that sounds good. Ten more minutes of snuggling because we both know Blake needs a day off.” She rubbed against Corbin and sighed happily. “I love you Corbin,” she whispered with a smile and held onto him tightly.
“Love you too, Tisha.” Another squeeze and then he stroked a hand up and down her back, the movement lazy and very relaxing.
Chapter Ten
“Fuck,” Blake growled, the bed shifting around her enough to wake her up. “Patricia, who the hell turned off the alarm?” he grumbled. There was more shifting, like he was fighting the blankets. “I’m late,” he muttered, and then added a few more words in there that sounded frustrated.
“No you aren’t,” Patty grumbled and sat up in the bed. “You are taking the day off,” she told him. “Corbin is taking your day today and you are staying home with me.” She demanded, didn’t ask, she told. “Because I want and I need you with me today so there is that. Period. Are you going to be okay spending a lazy day with me?”
He was staring at her, confused looking and slightly mussy. Which, given how short he kept his hair normally, was a feat. Blinking, he looked around and then back to her. “I didn’t have a scheduled day off.” He frowned now. “Why would you two arrange for a day off?” he asked, obviously cluing in to the fact she’d helped.
“Because I wanted to have a day with you.” Patty shrugged. “And because you are working yourself to the bone. Since I knew that you wouldn’t let Corbin come out and help you, leaving me alone, we instead arranged for you to take the day off. I want a life with you. Yes, I know that ranching is a hell of a hard life but it doesn’t mean that you have to kill yourself either. Especially not as big as Dad’s place is, with as many men as he has on his payroll. So chillax and enjoy your day with me.”
“Chillax?” He was staring at her with a funny look now. Shaking his head, he flopped back onto the bed and pulled the covers over his head. There was a lot of muttering and mumbling going on under the blankets, most of which she wasn’t catching. He was good at keeping his voice down at a level she couldn’t hear.
Patty laughed. “Yes, I said chillax. Got a problem with it, bub?” she asked with a grin. “And get out from under the blankets. Come on handsome man, I want to see you,” she teased. “Come on, lemme see my big, studly cowboy.” Okay, so she was just yanking the tail of the bull but she couldn’t seem to help herself.
There was silence and then a flurry of movement. When everything settled, she found herself under her studly cowboy. He was draped over her, his erection pressing to her thigh and his arms braced by her head. “Messing with me before I’ve had coffee is not a good plan, Tish.”
She was grinning unrepentantly up at him. “I am not messing with you.” She licked her lips and rubbed herself against him. “However, if you want me to I will mess with you, a lot.” Her hands moved to close around him and she shuddered. “I need you Blake,” she whispered. “A hell of a lot.”
His eyes shut, a breath puffed out, and his body gave a shudder. “Patricia,” he growled out slowly. He rocked his hips, his cock sliding through her hands slowly as his eyes snapped open. Pinning her with a look, he leaned in and nipped at her chin. “Don’t tease me, woman, tell me what you want.”
“I want you…” Her hand closed around his cock. “To put this…” She stroked him. “Inside of me. I want you to fuck me, Blake. I want you to make love with me. I need you. I know you need me too. I feel how much you need me.”
“You’ve got my cock in your hand. My hard-as-stone cock, of course you know how much I need you,” he growled softly. Pressing a kiss to her throat, he licked her pulse before biting gently. “Guide me in, baby, slow and easy. With as hard as I am I could come right now.”
Patty just grinned. She pushed him to his back and ran her hands over his chest and then up and down his cock. “Now isn’t being here with me so much better than being on the range?” She moved so that she could do as he demanded, taking him into her body very slowly.
His fingers squeezed on her hips tightly before he loosened them a bit. “Being with you anywhere is a good thing,” he said with a low groan. His back arched as she slowly eased down over him. “You’re killing me,” he bit out.
“Don’t want to kill you, only want to give you happiness and pleasure,” she admitted and began to move a little faster on him. Bracing her hands on his chest, she looked down at him. “I happen to really, really love having you make love with me.”
Licking his lips, he cupped her ass and squeezed gently. Drawing her down, he kissed her gently, nipping lightly at her lips. “Any chance I get to have you with me, naked or not, is pure pleasure. I missed you, Tish,” he whispered. “Your laugh, your smile, the way you look when you’re up to no good, everything about you I missed.”
“And now you have me with you every day for the rest of our lives,” she whispered and leaned down, kissing him as she did so. “I love you Blake. I’m never leaving you again. Ever. We are always going to be together. Forever.” She wasn’t letting him or Corbin go, not now and not ever. “We are a family. We are a team. We are…we are forever.”
Rolling them over, he thrust into her deeper, his arms around her tight. “We are forever,” he agreed with a smile. A quick kiss to her chin and then his mouth was on hers again. His hips pushed to meet hers, over and again, as his mouth teased her cheeks, lips and throat slowly.
That had her grinning and she moved right along with him. “There, God that’s perfect Blake.” She moaned, lifting her head slightly to meet his mouth halfway, kissing him with intense desperation. She nibbled on his lips, she teased him, she wanted him. Damn she wanted him.
His arms released her, his hands pressing into the bedding by her head. The leverage let him thrust harder, hitting her deeper and making her gasp. “God, I love that sound you make,” he said with heat in his eyes as he stared at her.
“Good. You seriously make me want to make it, a lot.” She moaned and shuddered. “I love the way that it feels when you lose control just the smallest bit like this.” The way that he would fuck her, she loved it. “I love everything we do together.”
“I don’t want to hurt you and you are still healing.” He rolled his hips slightly. “But, when you are all better”—his next thrust scraped over her clit—“be warned, you will have one hell of a ride in your future. I will take you hard, fast, and only let you come when I’m damn well good and ready.”
“God, I love how that sounds.” Patty shuddered. She didn’t think that pleasure could get any more intense than what she had right now with these men, but holy hell, maybe it could! “Oh yes.” She moaned again. “More!” she screamed. “Not gonna hurt me.” He wasn’t seeing that for the most part she was healed. She had just a few yellow-green bruises left, but for the most part, she was healed and whole.
“Won’t hurt you,” he growled out softly. He repeated his thrust, the friction increasing on her clitoris each time he slid deep into her. “Not now, not ever.” Kissing her before she could reply, he lifted one of her legs up over his arm and hit deeper inside.
“Won’t hurt me, but damn, you will make me have all freaking kinds of pleasure. Please.” She needed more. Holy hell she wanted more. “Let go.” She then did something she never had before. Leaning into him, she bit him. Hard.
“Fucking hell,” he snapped. A hand came up to her neck and squeezed until she let go. “Woman,” he groaned at her before kissing her hard. Then she got what she wanted. He pressed up on his arms more, his hips pistoning against hers, his cock slamming into her over and over. She was being pushed deep into the bed, her whole body feeling every thrust he made.
Patty’s fingers tightened on Blake’s shoulders and she pushed back against him time and again. “Yes,” she cried out, “Gods yes.” She knew that her nails were biting into his shoulders, into his skin, but neither of them could even give a care in the world, not with the pleasure they both felt.
He stiffened a time later, her body squeezing him tight as they came. A deep shudder tore through his larger frame before he collapsed on top of her. Not fully. No, he caught himself on his arms, keeping a lot of his weight from crushing her. Blake was too conscientious to just smoosh her.
Patty smiled and moved with him to the side. “God I love you,” she whispered against the side of his neck and sighed. “Thank you.” She closed her eyes and gave him a hug. “You are amazing. I loved it.” She shuddered.
A hand slid down her side slowly, stroking her skin lightly. “Are you all right?” he asked quietly, lifting his head to rub his nose over her cheek. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” He sounded worried. For Blake that wasn’t a huge surprise. He was a worrier.
