Tangled in Divine(Divine Creek Ranch 14)(44)

She clung to him until the last wave had passed and she was flattened beneath his powerful body. He gently dislodged her heels from his shoulders and wrapped her legs around his waist, bracing most of his weight on his elbows. He looked ready to fall into a stupor.

As he caught his breath, Julián nuzzled her throat and pressed kisses to her jawline. His soft respirations tickled against her sensitized skin and she smiled as she stroked his back and his neck, sliding her fingers against the sweat-slicked, short hairs at the back of his head. He lifted his head and gazed into her eyes.

“You okay?”

She let out a soft sigh, and smiled and nodded. “Perfect.” She reached toward Chris, needing for him to know he was included. He clasped his hand with hers and pressed his lips against her fingers. “Just perfect.”

“Be right back.” Julián eased slowly from her, sounding reluctant, and crawled from the bed and disappeared into the bathroom across the hall to dispose of the condom. She lay in the position he’d left her in, perfectly satisfied to be seen that way.

She smiled at his blissful groan as he returned, stretching his arms and shoulders as he walked back in the room, proud, naked, and sated. Satisfaction practically oozed from him as he crawled over to her and kissed her before turning his gaze to her pussy which still tingled.

He caressed her slippery flesh and drew a gasp from her. Her abdomen tightened at the contact, and she moaned when he smiled and did it again, this time catching her clit with his fingertip. Not too much. Just enough to bring the edge back. The desire for more. Julián glanced at Chris and raised his chin with a mute invitation to take over. “She’s hot and slick. I think she wants more. Don’t you, baby?”

Gwen stretched her arms over her head, her body vibrating with renewed tension as she reached for Chris. Julián backed off as Chris drew close, his callused fingertips stroking the underside of her breasts as he came alongside her. She shuddered blissfully as he used a light tickling touch to stroke down her abdomen, stopping just short of her mound before teasing back up and then returning.

He pressed his lips to her damp forehead and whispered, “I don’t want to hurt you, darlin’. Are you sure?”

She would feel this activity in the morning but she was ready for round two. Julián touched Chris’s shoulder to draw his attention and Gwen smiled when she realized he had a bottle of lube in his hand.

She stroked Chris’s bicep and nodded. “I want you, Chris. I need you too.”

Uncertainty still caused him to hesitate and she decided it was time to get vertical and take matters into her own hands. She was a cowgirl after all.





Chapter Nine




Chris eyed Gwen with curiosity as she turned and sat up then boldly pushed her lush, cushiony breasts against his upper body. She kissed him and pushed him onto his back, crawling over him in the process. Her soft, rosy-cheeked smile radiated contentment and he wanted to give her whatever she desired.

Her long blonde hair framed her beautiful face as she leaned over him, stroking the tattoos on his shoulders and arms.

“Are you worried about hurting me while you’re having your way with me?” she asked as she caressed his abdomen all the way down to the waist of his jeans.

He couldn’t help but brace himself for rejection. It was a habit. “Yes. You haven’t seen me yet. You’re not concerned but you should be.”

The devil was in her sexy smile as she said, “Well, we have lube to help with that while I have my wicked way with you.”

His resolve went from weak to nonexistent as she stroked his cock through the denim and grinned with sexual intent as she reached for the button and undid it.

He took a deep breath and pulled down the zipper, preparing to frighten her as he lifted his ass and eased his jeans and boxers from his hips. His gaze was on his knees as he paused when her breath caught in her throat.

“Holy hell,” she gasped. He gathered the waistband on his underwear and prepared to cover back up and looked at her in surprise when she stayed his hand.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting dressed.”

“Oh. No. You’re. Not.” She licked her lips like she was eyeing dessert and whispered, “We’re going to need a lot of that lube.” Her hand trembled as she reached out to stroke him, and he had to grit his teeth to control his reaction, his release threatening at the heat and hunger he saw in her eyes.

She wants me. She’s not pretending.

Experience had taught him that women said they wanted a big cock when what they meant was they wanted a generous cock. In the past, when they took one look at him, more often than not, they declined, either frightened or threatened by his size.