RIDE: The Complete Delancey Brothers Trilogy Page 9

  I clamped my hand over her mouth and kicked my shorts off.

  She was still convulsing as I pressed the tip of my cock against her puffy lips. I groaned as I pushed inside her, sinking in slowly. Her lips opened sweetly, hugging me as I bore down on her.

  It was like sinking my dick into a magical, secret place that held me in just the right way. I wanted to push my cock in to the hilt and fuck her like a jack hammer. But I couldn't. She was too tight.

  I held myself back with everything I had, afraid to hurt her.

  That's when I felt her legs wrap around my waist.

  And yank me toward her. She wanted me deeper. Well, alright then.

  With a groan I slid in until I was all the way inside her. I was balls deep in the sweetest, tightest, silkiest pussy I'd felt in my life. Angie had the Rolls-Royce of pussies.

  Hell, it didn't even compare.

  I grunted as I started to move, taking tiny thrusts as I barely withdrew. I didn't want to lose the amazing feeling of being inside her, even for a second. But biology took over and soon I was riding her for all I was worth. I kissed her deeply, our tongues dancing as I plowed her hard and fast.

  I bit her neck as she started to come beneath me, making a breathy, squeaky sound that was sexy as hell.

  Her pussy massaged my cock, bearing down on it. That was it. It was more than I could take.

  I roared as cum exploded from my cock, shooting into her like hot white magma. I thrust at her haphazardly, not stopping until the last drop was drained from my balls.

  I stared down at the girl underneath me. She was still shuddering so I waited, loving the feel of her quivering little pussy creaming all over my shaft. Finally she stilled and I kissed her, rolling to the other side of the bed.

  I closed my eyes as two things hit me.

  One, that was the best damn orgasm of my life, bar none.

  Two, I might be in a little deeper than I thought.

  Much, much deeper.

  Fuck me.

  Angelina

  I was freaking out. And not just a little. We had just done something very, very foolish.

  "Jackson."

  I poked his arm. The man looked like he was on cloud nine. Or unconscious. I poked him again.

  "Jackson. Did you forget something?"

  He grinned at me, his hands behind his head. He looked so relaxed and pleased with himself. I wanted to kick him.

  I also wanted him to fuck me again, but that was beside the point.

  "I don't think so darlin'."

  "Yes, you did."

  He reached out and ran his hand over my flank. His touch gave me chills, even though I bristled at his casual touch. He was stroking me just like I was his damn horse!

  "What's that?"

  "You forgot to put on a Goddamn condom!"

  He smirked at me, rolling to face me. He pulled me against him, stroking my side. I felt something hot and warm against my stomach and glanced down.

  For a second I could not believe my eyes. Then I felt that warm gooey feeling I got when he was close to me. Apparently he was ready to get a whole lot closer.

  Jackson was hard again.

  "I didn't forget."

  "What?!?"

  He pulled my hip against his hardness, lifting my leg up so he could press against me. I was soaking wet from my arousal and his seed. I moaned at the hot, silky feel of his shaft.

  There was something magical about his cock, damn him. It sent electrical signals right through me. All the way through me.

  I could feel them in my toes.

  "I said-"

  He shifted his hips and nudged his cock inside me with a fluid stroke.

  "I didn't forget."

  He bit my ear as he whispered into it.

  "I took you as nature intended. Skin on skin."

  "But-"

  "No buts. I'm clean. And I know you haven't been with anyone in a long time."

  He started thrusting into me slowly.

  "What- oh God Jackson... How do you know?"

  "Unfff... because. You are so- damn- tight!"

  He rolled me onto my back, driving into me relentlessly. He leaned down and pulled my nipple into his mouth. I rocked against him, unable to stop myself.

  "Fuck Angie you feel so fucking good."

  I moaned, my hands against his chest. I wasn't sure if I should push him away or pull him against me. Not that I could have actually stopped him. The man was fucking me like a freight train.

  A huge, relentless, sexy as hell freight train.

  "But what about- oh God! What about a baby?"

  He grinned at me as he rode me slow and hard.

  "I told you, I'm keeping you. Of course you are going to give me a baby. That's part of the deal."

  "What- oh God- Jackson-"

  I came.

  My whole body seemed to rise up off the bed as he circled his hips, riding through my convulsions. It didn't stop either. I was on a roller coaster ride and it had just started.

  He reached down and grabbed both my ass cheeks, holding them firmly as he plunged into me again and again. Faster now. And harder. If that was even possible.

  He was grunting like an animal as he fucked me six ways from Sunday.

  I was rising... higher and higher. It seemed like it would never stop. I would never come. Just then I fell off the cliff. I saw stars as I had my third epic orgasm. At this point I didn't know where one started and the next one began.

  "Stop- oh God- stop!"

  He stopped.

  I stared up at him in confusion, my orgasm slowing to a halt. He was braced above me on his forearms, his breath coming fast. He'd been about to finish and I'd told him to stop. And he actually did.

  He did respect me after all. It made me feel warm and soft inside. At the same time it gave me all sorts of ideas.

  An evil thought crossed my mind.

  I smiled.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Jackson

  "Angie- please."

  I was flat on my back, every inch of my body tingling from her touch. Angie was running her finger tips all over my skin. She lowered those juicy lips of hers to my abdomen.

  And bit me.

  I held my breath, watching as she leaned over my cock and blew on it.

  It bobbed helplessly in the air as she stared at it in fascination. She licked her lips with the pointy tip of her tongue. I moaned as she placed a very wet, very firm kiss on the tip of my shaft.

  Then she smiled at me and moved away. Her sharp little teeth nipped my inner thigh next. I reached for my cock, desperate for release.

  She smacked my hand away, wagging her finger at me.

  "Be a good boy and you will get your reward."

  I whimpered like a whipped dog as she worked her way down my legs and back up again. Once again she swerved around my cock to my stomach. It was like watching one of those torture movies. One where you were waiting for the axe to fall, while the subject begged for mercy.

  Except I was living it.

  She was licking my nipple now, her hand snaking down my chest to my shaft. I groaned in ecstasy as her hand slid over my rod, stroking and teasing it. She squeezed the base and smiled at me.

  "Have you been a good boy Jackson?"

  I moaned, nodding my head eagerly.

  "And will you continue to be a good boy?"

  "Yes- oh God- yes ma'am I will."

  "Okay then."

  She was smiling at me as she lowered her head to my cock. Pleasure shot through me as she pulled it into her mouth, her tongue swirling against me deliciously. She made a throaty sound of appreciation that vibrated me all the way down to my sac.

  "Oh fuck!"

  I watched in awe as her head bobbed up and down on my shaft. She was twisting her head, running her tongue over the tip with each stroke. I felt my cum rising inside me, ready to explode.

  It turned out that little Miss Angelina Randall was a world-class cock sucker.

  "Unfff... Angie be
careful or I'm gonna..."

  I cursed and grabbed her, tossing her onto her back. Then I dove forward, impaling her with my cock. She looked surprised as hell as I rammed myself into her, my cock spasming as I starting to cum.

  "Fuck me! Oh God!"

  I felt her body quivering in response and reached down to rub her clit. She wasn't getting off that easy. Hell no. Nobody was.

  We were both getting off hard.

  "Unfffff!"

  I grunted as I came, my cock pistoning in and out of her like a steam engine. Her sweet little pussy clamped down on me as she bucked wildly. I held on tight as she nearly threw me off her.

  I knew how to ride rough.

  I collapsed forward as the last of my seed sprayed out of me, careful not to crush her with my weight. We were both shaking from the exertion. I realized that I had been wrong earlier when I said I couldn't cum any harder.

  That had only been the second most intense orgasm of my life.

  This was the first.

  I rolled to the side, bringing her with me. I held her tight, not pulling out for a second. I wanted to stay inside her as long as possible.

  She just felt that good. I nestled up against her, feeling supremely satisfied. All I had to do was fuck her three or four times a night until she was out of my system.

  I felt my cock twitch, ready for round three.

  "Jackson, I think that was a mistake."

  "It's okay darlin', I'm not mad. We can take turns begging."

  "No- not that."

  I held her against me, a feeling of deep contentment washing over me.

  "What then?"

  "I think you should leave."

  I leaned up on my elbow and stared at her.

  "What?"

  "It's nothing personal. I just think we got carried away and-"

  "Damn right we got carried away. And we're about to get carried away again."

  I looked down pointedly. My cock was still inside her. It was starting to rise again.

  "Jesus Jackson, did you take one of those male enhancement pills or something?"

  "Do I look like I need a male enhancement pill?"

  I growled at her, flexing my hips to drive my cock a little deeper.

  "I don't need any of that shit. I just need this."

  I grabbed her ass and squeezed.

  "Jackson- I really don't think-"

  "Don't think baby, just feel..."

  She pulled away from me and stood up, pulling on her bathrobe.

  "Alright, that's enough."

  And just like that, she kicked me out of her house.

  Again.

  Angelina

  "Why? Why why why why?"

  I stood under the shower, trying to loofah away the feeling of Jackson on my skin. I rubbed and rubbed until my skin was pink and tender.

  It didn't do a damn thing.

  I'd washed between my legs over and over again, even hopping up and down in an effort to get his sperm out of me. How could I be so stupid? How?

  Short of getting a garden hose, I realized I was shit out of luck. That was probably dangerous anyway. He'd been all the way inside me when he came.

  Both times.

  That had to be deliberate.

  Jackson Delancey wanted to knock me up.

  I just couldn't figure out why.

  The man didn't even like me. But he'd said something about keeping me as his own. I shook my head. He was obviously crazy. He was also the best lover I'd had in my life.

  Ever.

  I cringed, imagining all the women he must have practiced on. Who knew how many illegitimate children he had running around Nashville?

  Maybe that was his 'thing.' Maybe he got off on knocking girls up. I was just the latest in a string of foolhardy women who let him get his rocks off without protection.

  AKA future baby mama.

  I groaned, leaning my head against the cold tiles.

  What the hell was I going to do?

  I could tell you what I was not going to do. I was not going to fall back into bed with Jackson Delancey every time he snapped his fingers. I was not going to walk towards his property with the dog.

  I was not going to sit around and moon over a man who was the worst possible thing for me.

  And I definitely was not going to think about how sweet and gentle he'd been when he wasn't fucking my brains out. Or how hurt and confused he had looked when I told him to leave. Or how empty the bed felt once he'd gone.

  I turned off the water and dried off. No use putting the day off any longer. I got dressed and went downstairs to make Casey's protein shake for her.

  She wheeled into the kitchen as soon as I turned the blender on.

  "Hey."

  "Hey."

  "How'd you sleep?"

  She smirked at me.

  "Don't bother. I heard the whole thing."

  "You- what?"

  "It's fine. I slept in between."

  "Oh no, Case I'm so sorry. I promise that will not happen again."

  She shrugged.

  "I don't mind. It was very... entertaining."

  She gave me a sly smile.

  "Did you really make him beg Angie?"

  I nodded, my cheeks turning bright red.

  "Good."

  She lifted her drink in the air, toasting me with it.

  "Thanks for the shake."

  Chapter Sixteen

  Jackson

  "Smile Jackson, it's a beautiful day."

  "Shut up."

  I ignored Jake as he laughed himself silly. We were finalizing the plans for the Fourth of July picnic and horse show. It was an annual affair, and one that did a lot for the prestige of the stables. We also had smaller events on Labor Day, Thanksgiving, Christmas Eve and New Years.

  The one thing that made our Fourth of July party different wasn't just the sumptuous spread, or the extensive grounds for indoor or outdoor entertaining.

  It was the lack of fireworks.

  Horses did not enjoy fireworks.

  Still, people came in droves to celebrate with us. Not just horse people either. We had the local socialites of course, but also the creme de la creme of the music scene in Nashville, and even a politician or two.

  The Mayor, Governor and a couple of Senators were regular attendants.

  Hell, the Delancey's threw a party like nobody's business.

  It was tradition dammit. I was proud of everything we had built as a family. Only today, I took no pleasure in organizing the event. I took no pleasure in anything.

  Because of her.

  Angelina had not returned my calls or texts all week. Elle and Francesca had gone over to see her. Even Daniel stopped by to say hi. But no one said anything to me. No reports. No hints. No encouragement.

  Not even a hint as to why she was doing this to me.

  To us.

  And we were an 'us' now, there was no doubt in my mind. I'd told her I was keeping her, but she didn't seem to get what that meant.

  No, she definitely did not get it.

  If she did, she wouldn't have kicked me out, bare ass naked. Again.

  It felt like everyone was conspiring against me. Even her damn dog had tried to bite me on the way out. Only Casey was on my side.

  I knew, because at least she had texted me.

  I'm working on it. Don't give up!

  I checked my phone constantly now, hoping for another text from Casey, or better yet Angie. The woman was being contrary for no good reason. She should be calling me, begging me to come back and take her to bed.

  But she wasn't.

  Giving up was not an option.

  When the going got tough, the tough buckled down and came up with a plan. A sneaky, conniving plan that got them what they wanted.

  I wished I could forget her, but it seemed like Angelina was emblazoned on my flesh. Right down to the bone. Speaking of which...

  I pressed down on my jock, glad that I was sitting behind my desk. If Jake noticed my 'condition' I wo
uld never hear the end of it. Never mind that I had been hard almost constantly since we spent that one glorious night together. Half a night.

  I hadn't even got a whole damn night!

  All the same, it had been the best night of my life. Also the worst. To have her give herself to me so whole-heartedly, only to snatch that happiness away... well, it was cruel and unusual! And I still could not figure out what the hell had made her do it.

  Maybe she was jealous... threatened by my vast sexual prowess. Maybe she didn't want to share me with other women. That was fine by me, I had no interest in other women since I laid eyes on her.

  I would tell her so if she would call me back!

  I scowled at my laptop screen. I was distracted. I wanted to look at the pictures I had found of her online but I knew I would never live it down if Jake saw what I was doing.

  "Are you inviting her?"

  "Who?"

  He laughed again, shaking his head.

  "You don't fool me Jackson."

  I leaned back in my seat. I wasn't good at hiding my feelings for Angelina. I sighed, running my hand through my hair.

  "Fine. I would invite her if she would call me back."

  "I can have Elle invite her. She might have already."

  "There's no guarantee she will come. The woman seems to hate me! I don't know what I did to deserve that."

  It was a sad day when I admitted defeat to my youngest brother. But instead of gloating, he sat down and stared at me. Jake had a sincere look of sympathy in his eyes.

  "Jackson..."

  "I really don't know Jake. I can't concentrate at all. And she's right there, just out of reach."

  "Did you tell her how you felt?"

  "I tried to. It seemed to work. And then she changed her mind again."

  He leaned back in his seat, deep in thought.

  "Maybe you were too high handed about it."

  "What do you mean?"

  He raised an eyebrow.

  "You can be a bit... bossy."

  I frowned. Maybe he was right. But the woman needed things explained to her! Was it my fault that she was as thick skulled as a donkey?

  "All I did was drag her away from her date and make her scream with pleasure."

  Jake was trying not to laugh. I scowled at him.