He circled her waist and pulled her to him. She moaned and slid her leg against his. He absorbed the soft feel of her long, lean body against him and didn’t attempt to resist the temptation to pull her closer. Her body was soft, compliant, and warm, and his morning wood grew stiff as steel.
Jacob pressed a light kiss against her forehead as his fingers drew a line down her spine. With a shudder, Tori snuggled deeper into him. He smiled and caressed her shoulder and up her neck. She squirmed. Her hand moved in her sleep in an attempt to stop the tickle. His smile grew as he stroked his fingertips down her waist and to her hip. She jerked awake and grasped his arm with the strength he remembered from the plane. Perhaps it had not been adrenalin that night after all.
“Good morning, honey.” She took in her surroundings and seemed to remember where she slept. He watched her body relax and melt into him. “Good morning. How’s your head?”
A wicked grin spread across his face. “Which one?” He prodded her stomach with his stiff cock.
Tori laughed. “Umm…the one with ears?”
He groaned and closed his eyes. “I have a bitch of a headache. What happened last night?”
Tori propped herself up on one elbow and drew her mass of hair behind her. “Your brother. Apparently, he didn’t know about your wounds, and he gave you those great smacks on the back.”
Jacob grimaced. “Yeah, I remember that and the ride here. I remember you on my lap, and then lights out.” With a groan he whispered, “My God, how could I black out with you straddling me?”
Tori traced his cheek with her fingertips. “Easy enough to do when you mix opioids with two bottles of good wine.”
“Painkillers? No. I don’t take narcotics. My brother got addicted to that shit. Didn’t happen.”
Tori waited until he had finished his mini rant. “Doc said they probably administered them to you through an IV so you could rest.”
“Doc? Doc was here? Last night?” At her barely concealed smile and nod, Jacob let loose with a violent string of expletives. “I hate hospitals. They mess you up and addict you to drugs.”
Tori pulled her hand through his hair. “It’s okay. Doc carried you in here, stitched you up, and said you would be as mad as a grumpy old bear when you woke.”
Jacob closed his eyes and groaned. Damn her hands felt good, soothing. He pulled her back down to him. “Thank you for staying with me.”
*
Tori ran a finger down Jacob’s side and watched his muscles ripple and jump. “You couldn’t have made me leave.” When she filled her hand with the warm, silky skin of his hard cock and stroked, his hips thrust forward immediately.
“Honey, if you do that again, I won’t be responsible for my actions.”
“And I won’t be responsible for you pulling out more stitches.” Tori nearly drooled at the thought of his hot, thick cock throbbing in her mouth. She wanted, needed, to know this man in this way. “But I’m going to be selfish. I want to taste you. Stay right where you are. Do. Not. Move. Do you understand?”
He started to speak and she placed her hand over his mouth. “Shhh, Jacob. Just be quiet. Don’t move, or I’ll stop. Got it?” Jacob’s eyes held hers entranced. His head slowly nodded.
She leaned up and teased his lips with her tongue, moving away before he could deepen the kiss. Tori enjoyed the feel of his hot skin. She marveled at the way his body reacted to her touch. The low growl that rumbled through him as she slowly worked her way down his body, licking and kissing his heated skin. She smiled against his stomach as his muscles rippled and twitched in anticipation when she continued lower.
His hand tangled in her hair as she nuzzled, licked, and kissed around his huge cock. Her assault promised and teased. She used her mouth, tongue, and lips on his heavy, tight sac. His groan and a sharp intake of air preceded his exclamation when she sucked one of his balls into her mouth. “Ahh fuck! Tori!”
She took his rod in hand and chuckled to herself as her mind interrupted with an old country saying. Oh hell, yeah. He’s hung like a horse. Tori circled his cock with both of her hands and stroked upwards. Her mouth slid over his hood before her tongue licked the sensitive underside of his shaft. She lifted again, licked the head of his cock, and swirled her tongue around him before she deep-throated him. His erection lodged at the back of her throat. She relaxed and swallowed him deeper. His hips gave a convulsive jump, but he somehow stopped his thrusts.
“Listen babe, you need to stop now if you don’t want me to finish where I am. I can’t promise I’ll be able to control myself. You’re destroying me here.”
Tori’s hand kept up the rhythmic pumping as she looked up into his eyes. She pulled off but licked up the underside of his cock as she did. His eyes rolled back in his head.
“Jacob, lay back, and just feel. I want this. I want you like this.”
At her purred response, he shuddered. “Whatever you say, babe. You’re calling the shots—this time.”
She lowered herself and swallowed his cock. One hand slid from his shaft to his balls where she pulled and squeezed. His legs shook and he inhaled in a staccato tempo. Tori relaxed her throat, took his massive cock to the base and waited, knowing he would move. His hips thrust forward, his breath ragged and labored. He groaned out her name. His hands held her head, stilling her mouth in position as he pumped into her. She breathed through her nose when he retracted after each thrust and used her tongue to drive him over the edge.
“God babe, I’m there. I’m coming. Jesus, Tori!” Jacob fisted her hair as he shot down her throat emptying his seed in successive waves. She pulled away from him and used her tongue to lick his shaft and ring the head.
With a low groan, he used his good arm to pull her up to him. He kissed her possessively and pulled her close. “Victoria, you are incredible.” His body was hard as granite as she lay on him.
“Nah, I’m just a small town girl who knows what her man needed.”
Jacob froze. She shrugged and snuggled deeper into his neck and hoped he wasn’t freaking over her words. “Don’t have an aneurism, cowboy. It’s a figure of speech; I’m not going all psychotic and possessive on you.”
Jacob tipped her chin up. “Honey, you are the most amazing woman I’ve ever met.”
“Then you are a sheltered man, Mr. King.” Tori lifted over him and looked at the clock on the bedside table. It was 9:30.
“Doc should be coming by. I asked him to come over check on you this morning, so I probably need to call a cab. I have to go back to my hotel and as it is I’m going to do the walk of shame through reception.” The heat from her blush radiated across her face.
He chuckled. “How about we call the hotel and have your bags delivered here?”
Tori paused at the suggestion. “Is that even possible?”
Jacob cupped her ass and pulled her closer to him. “Baby, anything is possible if you have enough money. What hotel are you staying at?”
“The Fairfax on Embassy Row.”
Jacob whistled. “Honey, either you are independently wealthy or you are splurging for the weekend.”
“I’m not hurting for money. “
Jacob leaned back and stretched only to convulse in pain. “Damn it! What the fuck did Doc do?”
“Oh for the love of God, would you please quit ripping your wounds open! What in the hell am I going to have to do to get you to behave, cowboy? Tie you to the bed?” She rolled him towards her and sighed in relief. There was no blood on the bandage. “Won’t you please behave? Just for a little while?”
He wrapped himself around her. “We can explore ropes later, but maybe you should make me behave. I promise to be good if I get what I just had for a reward.”
Tori sighed before she leaned over and kissed his temple. Her hand rhythmically threaded through his thick hair. He closed his eyes and smiled against her leg. Tori enjoyed the quiet moment. If he came back to the ranch with her…wait, did she just think that? But it would be the perfect solution. He could mend and she, well…she could help. God Tori, get your mind out of the gutter! Still, dare she ask? “Jacob, could you take time off from work?”
He moved bringing himself closer to her. He shrugged his good shoulder. “Actually, my brother Jared is running the show until after the New Year. He’ll fuck something up. Guaranteed.” She could tell his comment held no malice—a brotherly dig, no doubt.
“Three months off? Tell me who is the independently wealthy one now?”
“Yeah, time off, but not by choice. Mandatory down time. The boss’s policy.”
Tori assessed the massive man lying next to her for a few minutes before she spoke. “So going out on the limb of the you-have-to-be-crazy-to-think-it-tree, I have a suggestion. Come back with me, Jacob. Come stay in Small Town, U.S.A.”
He chuffed air out of his lungs and stroked her thigh. “If it was just me—in a heartbeat. But baby, if I followed you, sooner or later my team would show up, because that is what we do and that is how we live. Can your town survive a combat medic and a Cherokee computer geek? How about a set of twins, pilots, who happen to be demolition and firearms experts in addition to a Chief Operations Officer of a multi-national company who has a fucked up attitude and a serious desire to be in you?”