The dim glow of the old gas lantern she’d converted into electric cast just enough glow across the worn and battered floorboards to allow her to find the key and slide it into its lock. She didn’t get a chance to turn it, though, before a dark, dangerous drawl cut through the shadows, sending a thrill down her spine but no fear.
“You owe us money.” Jason Holmes emerged from the darkened corner of the porch, looking more than pissed.
He also looked absolutely delicious. Tall, broad, and rippling with muscles, Jason was a walking wet dream with those chiseled features and bright blue eyes that sparkled even in the dull glow of the overhead bulb. Maryanne had dreamed about him more than once. Not just him.
Turning to find Collin, Jason’s cousin and constant companion, lurking at the other end of the porch, Maryanne felt that wicked tickle racing up her spine grow more intense as she eyed the second Holmes’ boy with a little more than just heated interest. Collin was just her type…physically, but when it came to sex, the rumors of his need to dominate were rampant, and Maryanne didn’t allow any man to tell her what to do.
That was why she’d always kept her interest and her hormones under control whenever Jason and Collin came around. It would have been too dangerous to do anything else. Not that they looked interested in anything else. Not right then. Right then they looked pissed, and for some strange reason, that made Maryanne smile.
“Good evening, boys.” Maryanne batted her lashes up at them, knowing just how much she was irritating them both. “Is there something I can do for you?”
“Yeah,” Jason shot back, stepping up to lord over her and drown Maryanne in his delicious scent. “Pay us back.”
That was never going to happen, but she didn’t bother to tell them that. Instead, Maryanne agitated them by pretending complete ignorance. “For?”
“Don’t play stupid,” Collin all but snarled. “It doesn’t suit you.”
“Back at you,” Maryanne retorted. “Because you know you’re getting nothing from me. So what are you really doing here?”
“We came for our money,” Jason insisted, but she still wasn’t impressed by the growl in his tone.
“And you know you’re not getting it.” That was just that.
Collin, though, still objected. “We are the ones who risked our asses to catch Douggie.”
“And then you were the idiots who decided to make a pit stop before taking him in.” Maryanne shrugged. “That’s not my fault.”
“The car was locked. He was cuffed,” Jason spat. “You stole him!”
“It’s not the first time.” Sadly it wasn’t. They’d been playing this game for a while. Something was different tonight. “You never showed up here before. So what do you really want?”
Both men simmered, heating the air with an exciting sense of tension that left her wondering just what they planned to do next. Maryanne knew what she’d like them to do, but she wasn’t fool enough to make any of those moves. Instead, she simply waited, and sure enough, Jason broke first.
“Big Bob wants to see you.”
“Big Bob?” Now that did shock Maryanne.
Big Bob was the head of the Holmes clan and ran the family’s bonds business along with managing their bounty hunting activities. He was also like his name indicated–big. Big and scary and Maryanne really didn’t want to have to face off the Holmes family patriarch.
“I think I’ll pass.” As if she could get away with that.
“It’s not a request,” Collin informed her.
“Well, that sounds ominous.” Maryanne snorted, still not feeling the least bit threatened. Not by Collin or Jason. Big Bob, on the other hand, did kind of intimidate her.
“Tomorrow morning. Nine o’clock at Grits. Big Bob will be waiting,” Jason stated, his words carrying the weight of a challenge that assured Maryanne would show up.
At least, she was thinking about it.
“And if I don’t show?” Maryanne asked, but neither man answered.
They just smiled and brushed past her as they headed down the stairs and disappeared back into the night. Maryanne watched them go, feeling a strange ache pain her slightly. She stood there wondering just what that was and why she cared at all.
That didn’t change the fact that she kind of did.
Maryanne moaned, arching into the sensation as wondrous flickers of pure, white-hot pleasure spider-webbed through her body. The sensation was addictive, driving the need for more. More is what Jason gave her as his lips broke free of hers and he began to place suckling, nibbling kisses down her throat and toward the aching buds her nipples had pebbled into.
He latched down on one of them, twirling his devilishly soft tongue across her sensitive flesh. Maryanne moaned, her nerve endings electrifying with a frenzy of delight that had her nails digging into Jason’s hips and arching them deeper into hers. She felt the hard length of his erection straining through the fabric of his pants to reach her. She ached for him, her cunt clenching with a desperation to feel his thickness stretching her wide.
That was what she wanted, what she needed, but Jason wasn’t done tormenting her yet. Instead, he licked his way across the valley of her breasts to capture the straining tip of her other one and devour her soft flesh with a hunger that left her gasping for breath. Jason didn’t give her a chance to catch it as he slid down to his knees, nibbling his way across the quivering muscles of her stomach, even as his hands brushed her shorts out of the way.
Maryanne wasn’t wearing any panties. She was swollen and wet, though, and eager to spread her legs as Jason scraped his teeth over the bare skin of her mound. Then he was licking the cream thickening on her pussy lips right off her pink folds, making her whimper at his teasing touch. It was deliciously provocative but not nearly what she wanted right then.
Burying her fingers in his hair, she pressed him closer in a silent demand that Jason immediately responded to, fucking his tongue right past her parted folds and deep into the tight clench of her cunt. Maryanne cried out at the sudden penetration, her body seizing with a sudden starburst of rapture as he fucked her hard and fast, taking her right to the edge and throwing her over it as his tongue licked out to tease her clit with a frantic motion that had her coming in just the same way.
The chaotic whirlwind of ecstasy spiraled through her, leaving Maryanne limp and unable to resist as Jason dragged her down into his lap. He’d settled back on his knees and undone his pants, allowing his cock to spring free and spear deep into the depths of her cunt as he guided her down his length. He was so thick, and he stretched her so wide, that all she could do was moan and shiver as her release collapsed in on itself, morphing into a inferno of need that had her bucking in a blind attempt to gain just a little more pleasure.
Jason had more than a little to offer. He had about twelve inches in total and had enough thickness to make her sheath pulse in ways it never had before, leaving Maryanne all but drooling as she moaned and flexed her hips. She rode him with slow deliberation, savoring every second and dragging each out as long as she could. That wasn’t long because the lust and want boiling in her veins soon became an uncontrollable inferno.
It consumed her, melting away all control and leaving her at the mercy of a primal instinct that had her bouncing in a maddening rush up and down the hard length of Jason’s cock. Still, she couldn’t move fast enough to appease the soul-blinding pleasure trying to bloom within her. She didn’t have that strength, but Jason did.
Holding her by the hips to assure that he didn’t slip free, Jason toppled Maryanne over and began fucking her with a hard, relentless fury as he unleashed all the power his thick muscle had to give. Still, she tried to force him to give more, wrapping her legs around his waist and arching her hips as she screwed herself down his dick in rhythm with his pounding thrusts.
Together they writhed in a frantic beat until the rapture ripping through Maryanne exploded into the most glorious climax she’d ever had. Every nerve ending in her body lit up as her muscles clenched down, her sheath tightening around Jason’s cock until he shouted out with his own release. Maryanne heard his roar at a distance, too lost in the magic of the pleasure flooding through her soul.
It was like touching the sun, and the light seared right through her, leaving Maryanne too weak to do anything but collapse down onto the floor. Jason came with her. They ended up in a sweaty, heaving heap of tangled limbs, still connected by the hard shaft filling her pussy.
They stayed that way for long minutes before Jason muttered a curse under his breath and began to pump his hips once again. Maryanne’s eyes rounded, the shockwaves of her climax making her cunt pulse, leaving the walls of her sheath so sensitive that every thrust was on the verge of painful because it felt so good.
They were lying side by side, face to face, their gazes locked on one another as Maryanne slid her leg up his thigh and arched into his thrusts. This time Jason was the one who took command, keeping them at a steady rhythm that grew in intensity. The moment was fueled by the heat being generated between them, and Maryanne felt hypnotized, spellbound by the look in his eyes.