The Four Stages of Loving Dutch Owen - Debra Kayn Page 0,80

which made it to the dresser. Sitting beside her, he flopped on his back. His heavy gaze locked onto her. She crawled on him and rubbed the front of his chest.

His cock pressed against the inside of her thigh. She tried to slow down, but her body had other ideas.

"Good ride?" She trailed her hands down, letting her fingernails scratch over his abdomen.

"Next time, it'll be shorter." He gripped her hips, caressing the swell of her hips.

Taking his dick in her hand, she rubbed the tip on herself. He flipped her, hovering above her.

"I think you want my cock." He stood on his knees, looking down at her.

He fisted himself over her pussy and stroked himself. "I had to do this on the road, always thinking about your pussy and your mouth."

"How many times?"

He glanced at her and grinned. "Every fucking night."

She cupped her breasts, finding it hot to think of him thinking of her while jerking off.

He dipped his cock between her legs, coating it with her wetness. Switching hands, he slid his two fingers inside of her, curving them upward.

She quivered, almost arching off the bed.

"There it is." Dutch's primal stare caressed her.

Her chest rose and fell with each pant as she widened her knees, baring herself to him and making room for his broad, determined hand. Her mouth opened, and she let go of the moan growing in her chest.

He growled, crashing his mouth onto her lips. She took his tongue, sucking him in. Her core clenched as she pressed against his hand.

"Not yet." He flipped her over onto all fours.

He tangled his hand in her hair, cricking her neck. Held into position, when he thrust into her, she moaned louder.

Aggressive and fierce, he gave her every inch of him. Her eyes rolled back with each plunge as his hold on her hair kept her from pitching forward.

His balls slapped her clit. She arched her back, warming all over.

He knew how she liked it. There was nothing to hide. He knew her better than she knew herself, and he used those secrets to his advantage, taking her higher.

Dutch's breathing quickened, becoming louder. His grunts sent shivers down her body, making her nipples ache.

"I'm never going to leave you." He thrust. "Leave this." He slammed into her. "Never."

She never even had to ask.

Her body responded, coiling tighter until she thought her heart would stop beating. Then she came with igniting sparks pulsating throughout her.

He let go of her hair and dug his fingertips into her hips. Groaning, he plunged into her and grunted his release. His jettying cum warmed her insides wave after wave.

Hoarse and breathing hard, he looped his arm around her waist and brought her down on her side without slipping out of her. She sighed, finding the contentment she always found in his arms.

He bit her shoulder. "Dinner, and then we're doing this again."

"Same thing?" She turned her upper body, looking at him.

He kissed her, chuckling against her lips. "I've been riding all day. It's probably time I let you do some riding."

Stroking his face, she stared into his eyes. "Do you know how much I love you?"

His gaze softened. "More than I could've ever made you, Marla Marie."

And that's all she needed to know.

Epilogue

TEN YEARS LATER —

Marla Marie stood at the kitchen window in Rachel and Skull's kitchen. Having watched her for the last several minutes from the hallway, Dutch walked inside the room and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her back against his chest.

"They'll be okay," he whispered, kissing the side of her head.

"I know." A shudder ran through her, belying her spoken confidence.

She'd had a year to prepare for this. Dutch looked out at the scene in the yard.

Rachel sat in the grass, trying to catch a grasshopper with her hands. Nearby, Skull spiraled a football high in the air.

Dutch's chest warmed.

Cora Lee, his daughter, unable to sit still long enough at six years old, crawled around her Grandma Rachel, scattering any suspecting grasshoppers they'd planned to catch and put in the jar.

At seven years old, Colt missed more passes than he could catch, but that hadn't stopped Skull from throwing the ball, over and over.

Marla Marie sighed. "Are you sure they'll be okay without us?"

It was the first time they'd left the children with anyone for more than a couple of hours.

"Both the kids have begged to stay the weekend with their grandma and grandpa. They'll be fine." Reading her mind, he said, "You can call them all you want