“Then I’m scared too,” he said with a forced smile. And horny, but he didn’t see why he should mention it. Why ruin the moment when Peyton needed him to take things slow?
“No, I’m serious, Kane.”
“If you’re scared then I know why, Peyton, and it’s enough to terrify me.” Realizing he had his arms wrapped around a virgin, he cradled her against his chest. “And we’re not going to do anything you aren’t comfortable doing, so help me God.” And he certainly needed all the help he could get because right now, his body wasn’t thinking as clearly as his mind.
She backed away from him and pulled him with her to the living room. As they passed the bunkroom, he reached inside and handed her a bag. “Go put this on. I bought you something.”
“What is it?” With a naughty smile immediately plastered to her face, she started to pull it out and he stopped her.
“No, just go put it on. I don’t want to see it again unless it’s on you.”
She swallowed stiffly, and the blush of her skin warmed him. Looking at her healed a hole in his heart he’d only recently realized existed. She stood there gripping the bag long enough to make him uncomfortable.
“I bought two different…styles. I want you to choose one and put it on for me. Dress up for me, Peyton. I need you to do this.”
Her mouth covered his, and he sipped at her lips while she greedily sucked his tongue. His palms framed her face and in an instant, he faced increased hunger. If his body served as an indicator, he responded to her kiss in a way guaranteed to have them both stripped down to bare skin.
He nuzzled her cheeks, chin and throat. “God, I want you. I want you in a way…it’s just not normal,” he said as he broke the control she held over him but still refused to leave her altogether. His lips continued covering her face, tracing her jaw and nibbling at her earlobe. “Will you let me have you, Peyton? Will you let me have a part of you no one else will ever have?”
She locked him into a sweet, seductive trance. “Kane Cartwell, you already have it, and soon, you’ll have something else too.”
And there he had it. The answer he wanted.
The truth he needed to find slipped out in the most innocent of confessions. He wanted to be one hundred percent certain without asking, and she gave him what he most wanted to hear.
She told him she belonged to him. She was giving him something no other man would ever claim. He didn’t give a damn about a girl’s cherry. What he wanted was the heart and soul of a woman, a woman who saved herself for the love of one man.
And damn it all, he gulped a big drink of air when he considered the underlying, ever present problem. He didn’t know if he wanted to or even could share her with his brothers. Not now.
They hadn’t discussed it, not really, but after Kane caught her with Evan and then watched as she kissed Braden, he felt like Peyton wanted all three brothers. His mind had a difficult time wrapping around a sharing option concept. Worse still, what if his brothers one day felt the very same? History might revisit the Cartwell ranch. God help them all if it did.
She stepped out of the bathroom in a designer lace-trimmed sheer mesh babydoll gown. Thank goodness she chose the one he wanted her in most. He also bought her a sexy corset-style bodice but he purchased it with one goal in mind, to make her look and feel like a seductress. Right now, he wanted her sweet, pure and innocent just like she professed she was.
He should’ve spanked himself. Here he was thinking about stripping her of her virginity, and he wanted her to look as delicate as a pretty rose he couldn’t wait to deflower. The babydoll style hung off of her slender body, and while it allowed for a silhouette, he strained to see the outline of the G-string.
He stretched out on the futon with blankets and pillows he’d pulled from the bunkroom. While she changed into the ideas of pleasure, he’d laid there with his cock in hand stroking, easing his fingers around his shaft and dreaming of her.
“Turn around.” His voice was raspy and the hunger he needed to quench was far less than his sudden thirst. He ached to lick her, his need to drown in her slick heat overwhelmed him with an obsessive desire.
She turned around. “Do you like it?”
“I love it.” I love you. He should’ve just said it and got it out of the way but right now seemed like the wrong time.
“Do you really?” she giggled.
“I really do. What do you think?”
“I’ve never felt sexier in my life.”
“Good. If I thought you had, I might have to-”
“Spank me?”
“Yeah, paddle that sweet ass.”
“Will you?”
“Will I spank you?”
“Uh-huh.” She nibbled on her finger. “I’ve been a very bad girl. You tell me all the time.”
“Good God, Peyton.” He pulled the sheet back and showed off his cock. He wrapped his hand around it and gently tugged it through his tight grip.
Her gaze didn’t follow his strokes, at least not at first. “Look at me, Peyton. Watch me.”
“I’m-”
“You’re going to watch me. Not my eyes, my hand.”
Nervously, she started to sit down.
“No, don’t sit. Stand right there and watch.” His mouth watered as he caressed his dick. “You know what I want you to do?”
She nodded.
“Have you ever given any other man a blowjob?” Now would be a good time for her to say no, especially after the one she gave him in the car.
She shook her head.
“Good girl.”
“But I know how. Didn’t hear you complain earlier.”
His hand stopped moving. “With a blow like that, you won’t hear one. Tell me something Peyton, if you haven’t given a man head, how did you learn?”
Her face blushed. “Movies.”
“Remind me later. I’m going to spank you a few times for watching a movie where a woman gives a man head.” He licked his lips. “Did you finger yourself when you watched the movies?”
“Sometimes.”
He tugged harder. “Did your pussy clench tight around your fingers? Did you play with your clit, Peyton?”
“Uh-huh, and I…”
“You what, Peyton?” He moaned as he closed his eyes and tried to imagine her with her finger in her cunt watching dirty movies.
“I came.”
“Good girl, I knew you did.”
Her eyes dropped down to his cock. “Does it feel good?”
“What?”
She laughed. “Right now. What you’re doing. Do you like touching yourself?”
“Come here. I want you to find out for yourself.” He took her hand in his and with her free palm, she reached for his thick length. “Did I tell you to touch me?”
She snapped her wrist back away from him. “No, but…”
“Peyton, lie down, sweetheart.”
She did.
He licked her kneecap and kissed her inner thigh. She tried to touch him again, her fingers straining against the distance he put between them.
“Don’t, Peyton. Not yet.”
She watched him as he ran his tongue up her leg, up and down her inner thigh and then stopped at her pussy. He took a deep breath and inhaled her. “Oh baby, you smell like cotton candy. Have you been playing in my toy bag?”
“Yes, I just…”
“Peyton, I didn’t tell you that you could play in my bag of tricks, did I?”
“Uh-huh?” He heard the uneasiness in her voice.
He tugged her panties over her hips and kissed her clit. She jerked as soon as his mouth covered her pussy but he didn’t stay long, just long enough to kiss the tender little bud and withdraw.
“Give me your hand.”
She did.
“Now, touch yourself here.” He showed her where he wanted her hand. “I want you to move your fingertip over your clit. Feel that?” He showed her how he wanted her to do it.
She swallowed stiffly. “Can’t you do it?”
“No, I can’t. You have to do it.” He moved with her for a few minutes and then moved his hand.
“Kane…”
“Don’t talk, Peyton, just feel.”