Carnal Games Page 7

  Yes, stepmother technically, but not for long.

  “You’re safe, Lex.” Sam patted her back. “Just don’t run off on your own. You’re supposed to stay in the house with Margie when I’m not around.”

  She was mesmerized by the tenderness between father and daughter. When they approached Tania, Sam gently shook his daughter and said, “Alexa, honey, I want you to meet Tatiana Petrov—” he silently mouthed ‘Phoenix’ “—our neighbor.”

  The tot turned and snared her with a bold stare. “She’s pwetty, Daddy.”

  Sam’s lips curved. “Yes, she is pretty, isn’t she?”

  Tania shuffled her feet, the sock on her left foot caked with dust. “W–why thank you, Alexa. You’re very beautiful, too.”

  Alexa’s tiny, rosy lips spread into a wide grin revealing a row of small, white teeth. “Fank you,” she replied.

  “Tania lives at the ranch next door.”

  “Yes,” Tania gathered her voice as her eyes traveled from breathtakingly gorgeous father to adorable daughter. “I take care of all the horses and cows and crops.”

  “We have horseys,” Alexa declared proudly, her little finger jutting toward the stable. “Some are in der and some are out der,” she indicated the barn and then the darkened pasture where Tania had tethered Fury.

  “Yes, I saw your fine thoroughbreds,” she agreed. “Have you ever ridden a horse before?”

  Alexa shook her head bashfully, the gleam of hope apparent in her expression.

  “We’ll cross that trail when we get there. Now,” Sam crouched down and set Alexa on the ground before him, “you run along, Lexy. There’s Margie now poking her head out the side door looking for you. It’s way past night-night time for you.” He patted her bottom and sent her on her way.

  Alexa paused, her nose wrinkled in miniature disgust. “Why ya holdin’ dat stinky shoe? Shoo-wee!” She waved a small pudgy hand in front of her nose.

  Tania looked down with momentary confusion at her caked boot. “Well, Alexa,” she explained with a trace of humor in her eyes, “I stepped in some cow poop. What d’ya think of that?”

  Alexa pinched her button nose. “I fink dat’s yucky!”

  Sam and Tania both chuckled in unison, then Sam scolded gently, “You run along now, Lex.”

  Alexa waved a small hand. “Bye-bye, Miss Ta-teena.”

  Heart in her throat, Tania lifted a hand and croaked, “Bye, Alexa.”

  His eye on her like a hawk, Sam waited for Alexa to disappear through the side patio door before turning to see Tania’s eyes ablaze with unshed tears. “What’s the matter?”

  “I can’t be a stepmother,” she insisted with a groan, trudging around to where the spigot was mounted. She leaned against the structure and stared forlornly up at the puffy, cottony clouds now forming across the emerging moon. “This is getting to be more than I bargained for.”

  Sam followed close behind and moved to stand before her. He planted his palms on the barn wall, caging her in. Lips dangerously close, he whispered, “Wanna go for double or nothing?”

  Tania blinked. “I think I’ve already lost the game. And I don’t care to join in any more wagers. I’m out of chips,” she added blandly.

  Sam nipped at her bottom lip, sending shards of white-hot tingling sensations from her mouth to her womb. She couldn’t think when he did such things to her, couldn’t breathe. “Don’t,” she protested weakly, tossing the boot near the faucet several feet away. “Please don’t keep making it harder than it already is.”

  “It only has to be as hard as you make it,” he insisted. Tracing a path down her neck, he flicked his tongue across her collarbone. “We can solve this whole thing with one more pact.”

  Her lids became heavy as he moved his hands from her shoulders, down her arms, to entwine his fingers with hers. His hands were warm, large wrapped about hers, gentle and persuasive. But not nearly as compelling as the heat of his lips as they went lower to delve into the V of her shirt.

  She managed to release a sound of protest—or was it a carnal moan?—as his hands dismissed hers and expertly undid the top button of her outer shirt, revealing the thin, tight undershirt beneath it. Like a thief, he slid his hand down the low valley of the tank top and claimed her breast, filling his palm with the softness of her. When he flicked a thumb over her nipple, she cried out in reverie, and felt herself sway against the rough wood of the barn.

  Sam was in a dream of his own, tantalized by the soft curves, the luscious heat of her. Sandwiching her between himself and the building, he quickly pulled both shirts from her jeans, raising the undershirt to expose her to his greedy eyes. Full breasts overflowed in white satin and lace. Moonlight bathed her mounds like cream over plump fruit. And he felt himself go painfully, rigidly hard.

  “Ah, Tania,” he said on a groan. “You are quite possibly the most exquisite thing I’ve ever seen.”

  “Sam,” she protested weakly, pressing her hands against the wall of his chest. “What are you doing to me? We’re…we’re not right together. Why? Why are you doing this?”

  He gripped one hand and brought it to his lips, drawing the tip of one finger into his mouth as his eyes clung to her limp ones like a magnet. “I’m seducing you, wife,” he explained, pressing a hot kiss to the palm of her hand before guiding her arm to encircle his waist. “And as for why?” he shrugged, a feral grin lighting the grass green of his eyes. “Because I can’t help myself, and because it’s my right as your husband.”

  The heat drained from her, leaving her chilled to the very marrow of her bones. Her eyes shot him flaming daggers of blue. “You’re not truly my husband,” she insisted. “And you know it.”

  One hand slid around to cup her buttocks and he slammed her against the hardness of him. “I think you’re wrong, Tatiana,” he growled as his other hand lifted the fullness of her bosom and took it into his mouth. When his tongue swirled and teased, then he began a gentle sucking motion on her, Tania slowly reached for his head, holding it there, shamed, yet craving the strange sensations he so easily evoked from her. One of his lightening-quick hands moved between them and expertly worked her belt buckle and snap loose.

  Tania sucked in her breath as his mouth continued its assault on her. One of his hands suddenly dipped into her panties. When he found that small knot throbbing, hardened, aching with her wetness, she gave way, collapsed against the roughness of the wood at her back. She felt her legs tremble as he slid her down the harsh surface of the slats, her cowboy hat scrunched behind her. Slowly, she was glided to the ground in a patch of wildflowers, and just as deliberately, his finger slid into her sticky warmth.

  “Sam…” she finally moaned his name, writhing as he deftly pumped his finger in and out of her. “Sam…I…I can’t…”

  “Oh, but you can, babe.” Sam was in utter, blissful shock at the silky smoothness of her, the way her tightness seemed to cling to his finger. He imagined sinking himself into her warmth, burying himself snugly to the hilt, and nearly lost full control of his senses at the mere thought. “You can…”

  “Someone will see…” she protested weakly.

  Tania craved his mouth on hers. With a pant of desperation, ignoring her own words of warning, she dragged his lips to hers and took him in, dueling with his tongue, sucking this crazy, delicious sensation from him so that she could attain that pinnacle of which she instinctually knew was there, just out of her reach. Her hips rocked against his fingers where he now had several buried within her. His thumb located the tiny nub and she nearly experienced a zap of electricity when he began vibrating it rhythmically.

  Her eyes flew wide when he yanked his hand free. She felt a painful emptiness. “What…what are you doing?” she asked, watching in confusion as he rose.

  He held out his hand. “Come with me.”

  Like she was in a dream, she slowly reached for his hand and he led her into the barn. The interior was dark, yet he seemed to know where he was going. The sharp scent of hay and leather ass
aulted her, an aroma that never failed to make her all fuzzy and content inside. They scaled a ladder and went up, up into the peak of the barn where a platform was scattered with straw. There was a wall of hay bales dividing the platform, and they rounded it until they were in a small room tucked back privately away from the world. Stacks of horse blankets leaned against the wall near a small open window, and moonlight spilled in, bathing the loft in a silvery glow. The wood was raw, the scents were sweet and the late-night songs of nature crooned in the background. As he spread a blanket below the window and drew her to it, she felt the fire of anticipation ignite anew in her core.

  He knelt there and tugged her down to him. “Lay with me, wife,” he said huskily as his hand shot into her braid. Slowly, he laid down and pulled her down with him until her mouth merged with his.

  She ignored the endearment, but the kiss was too electrifying to discount. Starving for him, for that delicious orgasmic feeling to yet again claim her, Tania fell upon his chest and ravaged his mouth. His hard, lengthy rod was pressed against her thigh, and the carnal wonder of what she was about to do with it further inflamed her. She was drowning in her own libido, a slave to its irresistible hold on her. She wanted to fuck him, true, but she didn’t want to be married to him, didn’t want to think about it, or to intermingle the two concepts.

  “Let go, Tatiana,” he whispered huskily in her ear, raining kisses over her face. “Let loose and feel the ecstasy,” he coaxed. Nibbling her lower lip, he covered her mouth with his own hungry one.

  Then their clothes were suddenly gone, as if he’d waved a magic wand and divulged of them instantly. She was laying back on the blanket, staring up at the dark wooden beams. The cool air rustled in through the little window and blew gently over her naked flesh. Moonbeams floated above her like blue fairy sand. And Sam’s warm body was now against her, his mouth at her breast, one hand slipping ever lower. The anticipation was torture, and she arched her back, whimpering her sweet pain. His tongue flicked over her nipple, and he drew it into his soul so that she nearly came then and there. Then his hand found her soft patch, and he sank a finger into her to the hilt.

  “Sam!” she choked it out, her head thrashed from side to side. She heard him growl and looked down at the beautiful picture he made nursing at her breast. Then he released her areola and she experienced a strange sense of loss. It lasted but a fleeting moment, for he was journeying southward as he rose to poise himself between her legs. His hands cupped her bosom, then slid lower to frame her torso. His tongue, his lips were moving down over her ribs, her waist, her belly. Swirls of fire burst forth as she felt the wetness of his mouth explore her navel, then move lower still.

  Driven mad by his journey upon her body, her hands gripped the blanket at her sides. Tania’s knees rose and her eyes fluttered shut. Was he going to…? Was he—

  “Ahh!” she cried out as his mouth found her apex. Her hands shot instinctively to his head, and she threaded her fingers in his damp hair, holding him against her as she bucked.

  ***

  The scent of her was intoxicating, drugging. And, oh, how Sam couldn’t get enough of the sweet flavor of her! By the fuzzy moonlight that glowed across her honey skin, he lifted his head and examined her petals. She was damp with excitement. Her juices were flowing from her sweet cavern like glaze frosting. He swiped his tongue up and over her clit, and reveled in the ragged, animalistic cries that he could so easily elicit from her. She was perfection, beauty, seductress, innocent, all wrapped up in one.

  And she was his wife.

  Suddenly, he recalled how she’d said she didn’t want to share the ranch with him, which revealed at least part of her motives for planning such a bizarre marriage scheme, and for resisting him at every turn. But as his wife, she hadn’t counted on him being alive and so very smitten with her, so very stingy with his own need of her.

  Yes. Whether she was ready to accept it or not, she was his wife, and always would be.

  The knowledge drove him further. He slipped a finger into her folds as his tongue dove back to play havoc with that hard little gem. He pumped her, loving the way her eyes sparkled with tears of desire as he looked up at her over the flatness of her belly and the mounds of her luscious tits.

  But he wasn’t done filling her. The final fulfillment would come soon enough. He found her tight asshole with one free finger, and played with the new hole, now soaked nastily with her juices. She sucked in a breath and stiffened at the introduction to the new assault, but he didn’t relent. He had to have it, had to feel her ass tighten around his finger when she came. Slowly, he flicked his fingertip over the hole, just as he had her clit. Within a minute, she was relaxing, breathing harder, pressing closer.

  And as he sank the finger into her ass, he moved his tongue faster over her clitoris, and he buried another finger deeper into her vagina. She screamed her pleasure, and he moaned as she raised her hips and clamped her legs around the back of his neck. On his knees now, he drank of her as she hung suspended nearly upside down. Simultaneously, he pumped her, tasted of her, explored all of her orifices with his fingers and mouth.

  “Oh!” She flayed from side to side and he felt his heart flip with her. “Faster!” she cried. “Harder, deeper!”

  He obliged, his dick so hard, he nearly released himself all over her backside. Then she stiffened, held his head so tightly against her apex, that he thought he’d suffocate in her sweet river of sap.

  And her moan of ecstasy was more than he could take. When she released him, panting and collapsing upon the blanket, he fell upon her and poised himself to take her.

  “Sam…” Tania was breathless, already craving that extraordinary sensation again. Like an addiction, she yearned for him to be inside her, knowing it was all she would need. “Make me into a woman, Sam,” she begged as she clung to him. Then she triumphantly smiled when the tip of him barely penetrated her. “Please,” she implored him huskily. “Rid me of this damnable virginity and make me have that wonderful feeling again.”

  It was his undoing. No man in his right mind could walk away from that innocent, yet boldly passionate and sexy demand. With a grunt of abandon, he gripped her hips and ever so slowly, pressed himself into her, widening the opening, feeling the sudden give of her maidenhood.

  Tania felt the tingling sensations, but as he pushed further into her, she experienced a sharp stab of invasive pain, and instinctively tried to close her legs and escape. But before she could scramble away from the discomfort, he was buried to the hilt within her, and she felt a wave of warm wetness assail her.

  Stilling his movements to allow her time to become accustomed to the massive size of him, Sam held rigidly to his control. “Are you okay?” he asked raggedly, kissing her shocked mouth, flicking his tongue out to stir the fresh flames that were buried within the sensitive flesh of her lips.

  Tania nodded as a wave of pleasure suffused through her, promising of a more intense one to come. She yielded to him, her head spinning as she accepted the mating of his mouth, and tasted herself on him. Slowly, he began to rock his hips, and with each increase of rhythm, she moaned deep within his mouth, clinging to him, her legs clamping around him with fevered force. His hands went low to cradle her soft buttocks, and he set the pace, slamming her quicker and quicker upon his shaft.

  Sam had never been here before. This level of rapture could be obtained with no woman other than Tatiana Petrov Phoenix. Tearing his mouth from hers, he craved her eyes, to see that wave of bliss enter the aqua of them. Her breasts were pressed softly against the slick hardness of his chest, and with each stroke, he could feel them move seductively against him.

  “Tania,” he breathed.

  She slowly opened her eyes, and they glistened like jewels by the light of the midnight moon.

  “I want to see your eyes when you come,” he explained, craving his mouth on her swollen, reddened one.

  She moaned and fought to appease him with her eyes, staring into the deep green of his, sn
aring him with a licentious gaze. The tempo of their dance increased, their bodies merged into one, their moon-bathed gazes locked.

  Tatiana didn’t know how or why or when she’d gotten to this point in her life. It was as if everything that had come before this one moment, was erroneous and amiss in some strange way. It was, she thought suddenly as the waves of ecstasy reached out for her once again, as if she’d just been born into a new world.

  She looked up into his eyes, sparkling in the misty light of the moon like a gem beneath the crystal-clear spring water, and knew a fear to rival that of being homeless. There was undisguised passion there, admiration, and something indefinable that scared the living hell out of her! He was cloaked in her, and her legs were spread wide receiving him, as if she would swallow him up. After the initial shock of rapture they’d both encountered at the moment he’d entered her, he’d begun to move against her, with her…for her.

  Clearly, he was striving to please her, and the thought both frightened and thrilled her. Ripples of desire raced through her at the sensation of his thick, long hardness invading her. Why had she waited so long to find a man and bring such pleasure to herself? Sex was a good thing, she suddenly realized. It was like stealing a chunk of paradise at will, and at the age of twenty-six, she’d denied herself paradise way too long.

  She would make up for lost time, she promised herself. The pleasure in this mating was well worth the prelude animals went through to get to this point in the dance. She rocked her hips instinctually against him, ran her hands up and over his wide shoulders, and marveled at the hardened mass of muscles that flexed beneath her touch. He rode her, and she cried out her joy. In and out, he rammed himself into her, grunting and panting like a stud claiming his mare. It was wicked, animalistic, naughty and nasty. The ache deep inside her was more than she could bear.

  “Make me do it again,” she begged huskily. Wrapping her legs around his hips, she clamped her ankles together. “Please.”