Shameless

She stared back at him, certain she couldn’t be hearing the words that had her heart beating in wonder, her soul filling with warmth, just as he was slowly filling her aching, once empty pussy.

She gasped, arching to him as she felt his cock working inside her. Slowly. So slowly as she moaned, needing more.

“Look at me, baby,” he whispered when her eyes would have closed to better savor the dream she was certain this was.

“I’m going to wake up,” she whispered tearfully. “I’ll wake up and you’ll be gone again.”

“Never…” His hips bunched, then a strangled scream left her throat as he pushed forcefully inside the snug tissue clasping him so tightly.

Okay, that didn’t feel like a dream.

Well, it did, but not the sort of dream you wake up from. It felt like paradise, a burning ecstasy searing her from the inside out as she fought to accustom herself to the feel of his cock inside her once again.

She fought to catch her breath as she felt him seat inside her fully, his erection a heated brand, nudging against her cervix, sending electrified sensations whipping through her body, tightening her womb.

It had been so long. It seemed as though it had been years since he had touched her, taken her. Since she had known the forceful dominance of his possession.

“You’re so hot, baby,” he growled, holding her head still as he sipped at her lips, stared into her eyes and began an intoxicating rhythm between her thighs. She tightened her pussy, needing him deeper, needing to feel him to her very soul as he took her.

“There you go.” He smiled against her lips as she lifted to him. “Let me have you, baby. Let me feel how hot and sweet your pussy milks my cock.”

She bucked beneath him, driving him further as she began to shudder with the pleasure, hard tremors whipping through her muscles as she began to shake with her need to climax.

“Good…” he groaned, moving faster now, fucking her hard and steady, his cock moving forcibly, stroking the ultra-sensitive tissue, sending her senses careening as she felt her body tighten in nearing explosion.

“Watch me, baby.” He began to move harder. Faster. “Let me see your eyes as you come, Courtney, keep them open.”

Open. Her eyes were open, and she gasped for breath beneath his kiss, shuddering, whimpering cries leaving her throat, building to a strangled scream as she jerked, exploded and felt her cunt melt around the steady, hard thrusts of his erection.

His face tightened, his lips pulling back from his teeth in a snarl of pleasure as he slammed inside her. Once. Twice. Then he tightened, jerking in the throes of his own release as his seed began to spill inside her in hard, steady pulses.

“I love you…” She cried against his lips, her arms tightening around him, tears falling from her eyes. “Oh God, Ian, I love you…”

Weary, spent, Ian collapsed beside her as he pulled her into his arms and lifted her to draw the comforter back before jerking it over them and settling in the bed as Courtney rested beside him.

She hadn’t woken yet, which meant she must not have been sleeping.

“I thought I had lost you forever,” she whispered against his chest, feeling his hands move over her back in a comforting stroke as he sighed heavily.

“You stole my heart, and I hadn’t even realized it.” He kissed the top of her head gently. “What happened with Melissa terrified me, Courtney. I thought she was innocent. Thought I had hurt her, even though her father swore that wasn’t the case. I spent the last week in Texas with him. Finding out the truth. Learning things I hadn’t known about her. Putting it to rest.”

It wouldn’t have been easy for him, she knew, facing the past after all these years.

“I wouldn’t have come to you if I hadn’t known what I wanted, Ian.” It hurt that he hadn’t trusted her love. “If I hadn’t known my own heart and needs.”

“It wasn’t you, Courtney. It was me.” He drew her back, leaning over her as her head rested against the pillow. “Believe that if you never believe anything else. It was my fears and the residue of guilt I had for my lifestyle and the excesses that are so much a part of me. I always felt love would ease it, take the need from me. It hadn’t with Melissa, and I always felt it had destroyed her. And you…” His lips kicked in a grin. “You reveled in them. I had to realize myself what love was before I could realize how much I truly loved you. If you hadn’t left, I wouldn’t have been forced to make the discoveries I did. You saved us both in doing that. But…” His hands tangled in her hair again. “Never again. You won’t leave me again or I promise you, you won’t enjoy the spanking I’ll give you in payment.”

Everything inside her heated, lit from within, and lived. He loved her, just as she had known he would. Just as she had known he should.

And as Ian watched her, he watched the fragile glimmer of innocence that had lit her eyes when he entered the room, glow to full, vivid life. Love. Pure, innocent, joyous love. There were no shadows in her eyes, no pain, only acceptance and the sweet emotion he had missed so desperately in the past weeks. For the first time in his life, Ian knew he belonged.

Her lips curved slowly. “Hmm,” she hummed at the thought. “Spank me, Uncle Ian. Spank me so hard…”

And he knew there was no taming a wild, shameless wind.

Chapter Sixteen

“Well, they haven’t come down yet.” Dane glanced to the stairs, a frown creasing his brow as his wife moved beside him.

“Hmm, perhaps they are still…talking…” He heard the suggestive tone of her voice and stared down at her reprovingly.

She shook her head at him, giving him that hopeless look that only she could perfect.

“He’s still too old for her,” he muttered.

She chuckled knowingly. He was nearly ten years her senior as well.

“I don’t want to hear it,” he informed her before she could open her mouth to remind him of that fact. “That’s us. This is our daughter.”

His baby.

He shook his head, drawing away from the marble entryway and moving back into the dimly lit living room where he once again threw himself on the couch to await his daughter.

Marguerita sat down beside him, cuddling into his embrace, her head resting against his chest as he propped his chin against it.

She was his laughter. His life. He had nearly lost her once and he never let himself forget what life had been like without her. Devoid of laughter, or warmth. He was devoted to her, he would die for her. Just as, he knew, Ian would do for Courtney.

He had seen it in the other man’s eyes as he stood at the door hours before.

“Kill me now,” he had ordered Dane fiercely. “Because life without her fucking sucks.”

It was then he had known Courtney hadn’t been wrong. She had captured the heart Dane had feared his friend had lost years before. It was disconcerting though, knowing the sexual experiences his daughter would share. It was weird enough just knowing she would be sleeping with Ian. The perverted bastard.

“And our daughter is a grown woman.” He stared at her as she moved, coming before him before straddling his thighs suggestively, her silk dress falling back from her shapely thighs as they hugged his hips. “And I would say, she will likely be quite busy for several hours.” She leaned down, her lips moving over his neck as his palms cupped her rear.

His Marguerita. Perfect. His life and breath.

“Hmm, we might have a few hours to kill.” His head fell back on the couch as her teeth raked beneath his chin. “Here, or the bedroom?”

He knew her well though. She was shameless, a wanton who reveled in his touch, who met his passions with needs and desires of her own and never hesitated to state them.

“Hmm, do you really want to move?” she whispered, her breath hot, her voice a husky whisper of desire.

“Not that far.” He lifted her dress further as he turned her and laid her back on the couch. “Don’t scream too loud.” He flashed her a devilish smile. “The children are still awake.”

She laughed, a throaty sound of joy, of amusement and his heart tripped in happiness, as it always had.

His Marguerita. And if Ian was as smart as Dane had always thought he was, then Courtney was in very capable, very loving hands…