Royal Trouble Page 14

  The pout on her full lips drew him there like a bee to honey. That's what she tasted like too when Wes nipped her lower lip, before making two gentle passes over her mouth. Sweet. Delicious. A shudder passed through her body, and Leigh Ann opened for him.

  Wes dove in sealing his mouth to hers, sucking every bit of nectar there. No, he hadn't even started loving Leigh Ann Baker. Before the night was over, she would be screaming his name, and he would be a satisfied man, he thought as his tongue found hers and invited it to dance.

  Awash with sensation and need, Leigh Ann fought to have a coherent thought as Wes's mouth devoured hers. Never in her life had she been kissed so thoroughly, but she wanted so much more. Her fingers curled and her nails dug into the firm muscles pressed to her chest. Her arms were trapped between them, his hard body pressing her into the floor, so that's all she could do. Leigh Ann wanted to touch him, but she couldn't.

  He pulled back from her, and breathing hard Leigh Ann begged, "Wes, if we have all night, let's get this first time over."

  Wes chuckled, then lifted and kneeled in front of her. His eyes glittered as he took her hands in his and leaned over her body to put them over her head. "You want hoopla? You're gonna get hoopla, baby," he said with a laugh, then pressed the back of her hands to the floor. Leigh Ann moved them back to his chest, and he pinned them back above her head.

  "Keep them there, or I'm gonna tie them there," Wes said. A flicker of unease went through her, but she looked into his sexy eyes and it was quickly replaced by excitement. Desire and curiosity as to what he was going to do to her next mixed causing a throb between her legs.

  "Yes, sir," she said compliantly. This dominant streak of Wes's that evidently only appeared behind closed doors was thrilling to her. But he was gentle too, loving almost. He was being bossy now, he had been earlier too, but it was different then. He wasn't angry at her now, he obviously just wanted to make sure she was enjoying this too.

  That thought made her heart wiggle in her chest. The only man she had been with before had given it a half-hearted attempt, but Wes was going to make sure of it.

  "Show me," she invited, circling her hips against his. Tingles raced down her spine as Wes growled then kept contact with her skin as he stroked his hands down her arms to cup her breasts. He held her gaze, as he flicked his thumbs over her nipples and they hardened. His fingers closed over them and he pinched hard and Leigh Ann groaned arching her back toward him.

  "You like that baby?" he asked, his dark voice traveling over her nerve endings to excite her more.

  "Yes, more," she begged and his head lowered. Cupping one breast with his hand, Wes sucked her into his mouth, and swirled his tongue around her nipple. Leigh Ann screamed, feeling the tug of his mouth on her at her core.

  "That's it, scream for me, baby," Wes drawled sexily, lifting his head to look at her intently. "Nobody can hear you, except me." The freedom his words gave her increased her pleasure. Leigh Ann didn't have to hide or repress what she was feeling.

  Wes pressed his hardness, like hot velvet covered steel, against her thigh, and Leigh Ann wanted to feel more of it inside of her body. A wave of anticipation swamped her, as she held her breath watching his head lower again. His hot breath brushed her skin, and she lifted toward his mouth as it closed over her breast. His teeth closed over her nipple. Leigh Ann screamed, embracing the heady sensation that both his mouth and voicing her pleasure gave her.

  She felt Wes's smile against her skin, as he kissed his way back across the valley between her breasts. "Please, Wes," she pleaded breathlessly, squirming beneath him. He sucked her into his mouth, and his tongue rasped against her.

  Leigh Ann gurgled, her hands going to his head to hold him closer. Wes pulled back and gave her a heated look. Her body trembled, then she slowly raised her arms above her head again.

  "Sorry," she said, but she wasn't sorry. It was a tough decision to put them back up there or challenge him to do what he threatened. The thought of him tying her up, having her at his mercy to do whatever kind of delicious things he wanted to do was very tempting.

  Wes released her breast with a pop, then looked into her eyes a moment, before he kissed the center of her chest near her heart gently, then kissed a zigzag pattern to the middle of her stomach, where his talented tongue took over. He moved to the curve of her waist, and it left a hot trail down to her hipbone. "Mmm....you taste so good, baby," he told her and then licked her hipbone. Leigh Ann tensed as he traced the edge of her bikini line to her other hipbone, but it tickled so she giggled. He looked up at her with a questioning smile.

  "Tickles," she explained with a grin. His eyes darkened, before he bent back to retrace his path back to the other side. Leigh Ann's body jerked, as her laughter filled the room.

  "I love your laugh," Wes told her with a sexy smile. "Let's see if this makes you laugh," he said mischief shining in his eyes.

  Wes knelt above her, then Leigh Ann felt his hands at her calves, pushing her legs apart. She looked down at herself and her face heated. She was spread out before him now like a buffet, totally naked and exposed. She tried to close her legs, but he held them apart.

  "Don't fight me, baby, just relax," he said then laid down between her legs, sliding his hands under her knees to spread her even wider. "I have been dreaming of doing this, seeing this for two weeks. Let me enjoy it, I'll make sure you do too," he promised.

  Seeing his dark head between her legs sent naughty messages to her brain and ramped up her excitement. What the hell was he going to do down there? Relax? No way, Leigh Ann was too curious. She leaned up on her elbows to watch.

  He didn't seem to notice her hands weren't above her head anymore, as he kissed the inside of her thigh. Her heart stuttered and Leigh Ann sucked in a sharp breath. Wes kissed the other thigh, then traced his tongue up to the top of her thigh.

  He put his face near her folds and inhaled deeply, throwing his head back and closing his eyes to moan. "You smell like honeysuckle here too," he growled, before bending his head over her again. His tongue rasped across her opening as he licked up to her center, her body jerked in surprise, and she slammed her back to the floor to savor the exquisite feelings coursing through her.

  Wes bent her knees, spread her thighs further apart then moved closer, before his tongue swirled around her, slowly several times. Leigh Ann whimpered as intense pressure built inside of her. Wes suddenly sucked her into his mouth, and an orgasm slammed into her, sending her floating in a world of bright colors and waves of pleasure.

  Wes didn't stop, he continued to suck and lick her, adding a finger, then two inside of her. Pressing them deeper, he hit a spot that sent her even farther into the abyss. Leigh Ann's body shook violently, she felt boneless, every muscle in her body saturated with pleasure, when he kissed her a final time there, before sliding his magical fingers out of her body and moving beside her.

  "Oh, god," she whispered throwing her arm over her eyes, her breath coming in heaving gasps.

  "No, Wes," she said with a laugh as he scooted up beside her to drape his arm over her waist. He leaned in to kiss her cheek, before dropping a sensual kiss on her lips that revved her engine yet again, because she tasted herself on his lips.

  "You okay, baby?" he asked and all she could do was nod.

  Leigh Ann didn't think she would ever be okay again. This man had just ruined her, the bar from now on was going to be too high for any other man to ever hope to reach it. Wes Jepson had ruined her for anyone else. He was only the second man she had ever had sex with, but she recognized excellence when she was in its presence.

  She ran her hand over his muscular chest, then leaned up on her elbow to kiss his shoulder. Smoothing her palm down his arm, she moved her hand between them and took him in her hand. Wes sucked in a sharp breath and hardened in her hand.

  "I want you now, Wes." Leigh Ann stroked up his length, Wes groaned and suddenly she was flat on her back with his mouth on hers.

  He moved on top of her, bu
t didn't take his mouth from hers, he nudged her legs apart with his knee then moved between her legs to settle himself at her opening. Shifting his hips forward, he entered her in one forceful thrust and Leigh Ann gasped as her inner muscles clenched around him.

  "Yes," she sighed into his mouth.

  Wes lifted one of her legs to his hip and set a hot, steady pace of thrusts that edged her closer and closer to another release. His mouth on hers, his length sliding in and out of her was exactly what Leigh Ann had craved for weeks. She reveled in the incredible sensations, the feel of his hard body against hers, and matched him stroke for stroke, until she pulled her mouth away from his to scream his name, as another blinding release poured through her. Her body tensed at the same time Wes roared his release near her ear, his body tensing too.

  After long minutes of just laying there, breathing hard and coming back down to Earth, Wes pushed up to kneel beside her. He lifted her in his arms and carried her to the bed where he laid her down gently, before crawling in beside her and pulling her into his arms to hold her tightly.

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  Leigh Ann stirred against his side, the warmth of her leg moved against his cock and he hardened. It wasn't an accident either he realized when she followed it up by sliding her hand up his chest, before leaning over to kiss his chest, which seemed to be her favorite thing to do. Well, there was one thing she liked better, and he had done it twice now until she screamed his name. He fucking loved hearing her scream his name when she came for him. It turned him on more than anything.

  Wes was glad he had been running lately, and had increased his endurance. He needed it tonight. This would be round four, and it wasn't even daylight yet. Good god, by the time the cock crowed, his cock would be wrung out. But he would be a happy man he thought with a smile. He was already a very happy man, he thought and growled as he grabbed her hips and reversed their position.

  "Needy woman," he grumped playfully and nipped her lower lip. She nipped him back and heat shot through him. Wes rolled again, so that she was on top of him now. "You do the hard work this time," he told her with a grin.

  "Hard work?" she asked with a snort. "If this is work, I'll be expecting my pay."

  "Six orgasms isn't payment enough?" he asked and his grin expanded.

  "Guess I have some catching up to do," she replied with a wide smile that got him worried. Her eyes sparkling in the moonlight filtering through his bedroom window, Leigh Ann sat up, then her hot breath tickled his ear, before she licked down his throat, and Wes groaned. Leigh Ann used her wet tongue to lick a hot trail down his body, stopping to circle each nipple. When her teeth closed over him, Wes arched his back off the bed.

  "You don't like that?' she asked innocently, and kissed him there.

  "You know I like it, but you're torturing me woman."

  "Payback is hell," she whispered over his heated skin as she continued her downward path over his abs. "I think you'll like this," she mumbled then kissed his hipbone, before she kissed the head of his erection. Electricity shot through his dick like a lightning rod, and Wes vaulted up on the bed to shove his hands into her hair.

  "Oh, baby you don't have to do that," he said hoping like hell she didn't listen to him. Wes hadn't had oral sex in...well, ever. He had always wondered how it would be.

  Laura had thought it was gross and the women before her had been too inexperienced to try it. But they had sure not complained when he gave them that pleasure.

  The women after her, had the experience, but they were either divorced or not interested in anything other than missionary. Quick and easy had been, well easy. He had gotten what he wanted, and so had they. There had only been two of them, Martha and one other woman the year before her. And now Leigh Ann.

  Leigh Ann was different, she seemed to want to experience everything. To explore his body and experiment. Wes didn't stop her when she licked his length. His muscles tensed and he laid back on the bed to clutch the sheet in his fists trying to hold off the orgasm he felt pounding in his blood.

  Her lips closed over the head of his erection, and Wes groaned loudly, gritting his teeth, as her wet heat slid farther down on him, her tongue rasping against the underside of his cock as she swallowed him. He felt a barrier, the back of her throat, on each downward stroke of her talented mouth.

  "Oh, god, baby that feels...incredible," he panted in encouragement.

  Her hand joined her mouth, and she began moving over him rhythmically, bringing him closer to a release with every stroke. Wes's toes curled as he fought to maintain control. His phone rang on the nightstand and he thought he was hearing bells in his head the pleasure was so intense. It rang again, and he pushed up on his elbows to stare down at Leigh Ann who was sucking him harder now. Seeing her silky blonde hair spread over his thighs was the most erotic thing he'd ever seen. His balls contracted and he knew he was very near to losing it. He grabbed her hair and pulled her away.

  The phone rang again, and she looked at him with questions and hurt in her beautiful eyes. "Fuck," he cursed and slammed his head back against the bed in frustration as the phone rang again.

  Leigh Ann's hand closed over him, and she leaned down again. He stopped her and pulled her up to him, then rolled to close his mouth over hers, his hand finding her wetness. Leigh Ann whimpered just as the phone rang again. Wes gave up and sat up, then shoved a hand through his hair. "I'm sorry, baby, I have to answer that."

  "I know, it's rude not to answer it." Roxanne had told him that her mother had drilled that into Leigh Ann, so she always answered her phone.

  "It's not rude, but it might be an emergency," he said and crawled over her to fumble his hand around on the nightstand until he found his phone. It had stopped ringing now, so he had scrolled through his missed calls and saw it was Clayburn from the Texas Task Force. That could mean only one thing at this time of the morning. He was mobilizing the Equine Search and Rescue Team, and Wes needed to get the hell out of bed.

  "I've got to go," he said shortly, and turned on the lamp beside the bed to sit up and look around for his clothes. They were downstairs he remembered, and he needed fresh ones anyway, so Wes stood and strode to his closet.

  "What's wrong, Wes?" Leigh Ann asked scooting to the edge of the bed, dragging the sheet with her to cover herself.

  "I need to call Clay to find out, but I think he's calling up the search and rescue team, so I need to wake up my guys."

  "What does that mean," she asked in confusion.

  He shot a look at her over his shoulder. He didn't have time to explain, but he had just left her in the middle of an incredibly generous gift, after a night he would never forget, so he owed her an explanation.

  Wes stepped into his jeans and zipped them, then grabbed a pair of socks and picked up his boots. Sitting down in the chair, he put on the socks and explained while he dressed, "I formed a search and rescue team that rides horses out into remote areas to search for missing people. We go places that the Texas Rangers and other teams can't reach on foot, or on ATVs." Wes slid a foot into one boot, then put the other on and stood to stomp his foot down into it. "A call from Clay means that someone is missing, and I need to go help. I'm sorry, baby, but I've got to leave you."

  Wes really was sorry, because they had three hours before the sun came up, and they could do a lot of lovemaking before then, but he had made a commitment. He was glad that Trey was gone, so he didn't have to worry about waking his mother to keep him. Wes grabbed a t-shirt from the dresser drawer and slid in to it.

  "I'd like to help," Leigh Ann said hesitantly. He looked up at her, and saw the uncertainty and insecurity in her eyes.

  If he told her no, that would mean he thought there wasn't anything she could do to help. That she was incompetent. She would feel the same way her sister had made her feel earlier today. It was the reason she had left the office like she had. If he told her yes, he would have to worry about keeping up with her, making sure she had supplies and was safe.

  "Can y
ou ride a horse?" he asked tucking in his shirt, before he pulled his spare belt through the loops.

  "Um, no, I don't ride," she said and he heard fear in her voice.

  Wes met her eyes and he was right, she was scared shitless. She didn't just not ride, she was scared of horses. That made her even less useful to him. Even though he knew he was going to regret the decision, he said, "That's fine, you can just stay at base camp and pass out supplies."

  "How will I know if you're okay?" she asked in a wobbly voice.

  "I'll be fine, sweetheart. I do this all the time. I've been riding since I was a kid, and we take safety precautions." Wes was damned careful, he had to be. Trey depended on him, and Wes was all the kid had, so he couldn't let anything happen to himself. But he was out of time here, and needed to get going.

  "Let me get dressed," she said and ran to the room across the hall. Wes held back a groan, and called Clay while he waited for her to get ready.

  ***

  Adrenaline pushed through Leigh Ann's veins as she helped Wes load the truck. Well, she didn't help much, most of his equipment was too heavy for her to lift, but she was damned good at holding the flashlight.

  "Get that bedroll and throw it in the storage compartment of the trailer," Wes ordered as he headed back toward the barn again.

  Leigh Ann looked around and didn't see anything except a dark bundle over by the stump outside the barn. When she got to it, she shined her flashlight on it and saw a rolled up quilt-looking bundle tied with a piece of twine. The holes in the exterior material made her doubt that is what he was talking about, it looked old and worn out. Yellowed batting stuck out in various places, but it had to be what he was talking about. It was the only thing out there, so Leigh Ann hefted it into her arms and walked back toward the trailer.