Misadventures Of A Single Mom (Big Sky Boyfriends #1)

Chapter 14

14

Holy crap.

“Are you proposing?” I squeaked.

He shook his head, squeezed my fingers. “I’m sorry, I admit, I’m not doing this very well. No, it’s not a proposal. I’m stating my intentions. Letting you know I’m serious about you, about us.”

I pulled my hands free. “I have a life, a job, children .” As I took a big gulp of my beer, I wished I had something a whole lot stronger.

“Yes, you do. But your job, you work for your mother-in-law. She would understand your need to care for your family first. And I’m sure your children are wonderful, just like our children will be.”

This got weirder and weirder. I actually thought it was funny, and I tried not to laugh. This was every woman’s dream! A man who stated his intentions on the first date. Who wanted to commit. To have children. To provide for them in every way. A man who had a job, who was attractive, had all his hair, and most likely would for years to come.

To top it off, out of all the women out there, he wanted me! This was not good.

I didn’t want to live out in the boonies. I didn’t want more kids. I didn’t want to be Suzy Homemaker. I didn’t want to be his wife.

“Before you said you would take care of things for me. Take care of me. What does that mean?” I wanted clarification and would I take mental notes for Goldie. She’d love to learn the inner workings of a pseudo-Dom—if she didn’t know already!

Dex smiled, leaned forward. “If you were my wife, I’d expect you to manage my home, raise our children, be the proper, respectful wife at all times, especially in front of others.”

I could only imagine what that meant. And he was sooo not a Dom. He was a faux Dom.

“Behind closed doors,” he continued, “obedience, the ability to recognize my needs and take care of them immediately.”

Um. Hunh.

“And you, as husband and provider, what would I get from you?”

The waitress brought our salads.

Dex didn’t touch his but looked at me, intently, seriously. “I will take care of you financially, emotionally, physically. I will make decisions for you?—”

“Like what to eat?” I interrupted.

“I would offer my suggestion about what you serve, what you wear, where you go.”

Finally. The good stuff.

“These would all be things you like. A rare steak, a revealing dress, things like that?”

He nodded. “That’s correct. Wouldn’t you want to please me by serving food I like, wear the clothes that make you attractive to me, go places I feel are safe?”

I took a bite of salad, chewed slowly, and swallowed. Stalled. “What wife doesn’t want to do that for their husband?” I had to admit, he had a point. When I’d been married to Nate, I wanted to cook things he liked to eat. I often picked clothes that I knew would turn him on. I called him when I would be out late so he wouldn’t worry. “I did that for mine.”

Dex pointed his fork at me. “Exactly. When you came to the ranch last week, you were nervous, skittish.”

True. But that was because Dex was way more man than I could handle.

“Your husband—I remember you said you’d been married—dominated your spirit, the very essence of who you are. He took that from you, without providing in return.”

I swallowed hard. “How do you know that?” Wow, I was having dinner with Dr. Phil.

“I can see it in your eyes when you talk about him.” Dex put his fork down, focused on me. “What did he do to you?”

What the hell, I thought. Practice date. Practice date. It was the weirdest practice date I’d ever been on. Although this was the first. I sighed. “He cheated on me. Said things that made me feel bad about myself. Left me for another woman.”

Dex’s jaw clenched in anger. “If he wasn’t already dead, I’d kill him. You should not be treated that way.” His voice confirmed it.

I smiled weakly. “That’s…in a weird way…nice of you to say.”

The waitress traded salad plates for entrees.

“He should not have needed to seek out other women. When you are mine, I will make sure you are pleasured sexually, just as much as you will pleasure me. I guarantee there will be no reason to stray.”

“And what would happen if I did stray?” I dared to ask.

Dex smiled again, this time without any warmth. He cut his steak. It was so rare I waited for it to moo. “You won’t.” He put his silverware down and leaned close, his voice a husky whisper only I could hear. “I’ll give you the best orgasms of your life. You’ll be begging for more.”

I blushed. I could feel it to the roots of my hair. This conversation was going completely the wrong way. How had we gotten this far into what it would be like if I married Dex?

As if!

I wanted to find out about Morty, not Dex’s fantasy marriage. Maybe going along with him would get him to share more about himself. It had worked so far. Maybe he’d be compelled to share about Morty. Maybe.

Okay, play along. Play along. “Multiple orgasms sound…appealing.” I tilted my head and attempted my best flirtatious smile. “Tell me more,” I tried to sound seductive, although to my ears it sounded as if I needed a cough drop.

Dex’s eyes flared at my sudden interest. He was still close, our conversation intimate enough not to be overheard. “You submit to me in every way, every sexual way, and I’ll make you come. Hard. Every time. Once my ring is on your finger, I’ll train your body to be constantly aroused. You won’t have time, or want to do anything else but pleasure me. I doubt I’ll even let you get dressed the first few weeks.”

Somehow Dex’s dirty talk sounded creepy, not arousing. And I was super creeped out. I liked to wear clothes. And he’d forgotten there would be two kids under foot. Sexy times weren’t the same with children.

“This is um…a lot to think about.” Truest statement I ever made. “But I want to know more about you. About your work, your ranch.”

Dex must have felt he’d given a good sales pitch toward marriage as he’d returned to his dinner. After taking a few bites of meat, he asked, “What do you want to know?”

“I heard about the poor man who used to work at your ranch. You know, the one I asked about when I first met you?”

“Right,” Dex said, bitterly. “I heard about that, too.” I could practically see Dex take a step back emotionally.

Change tactics! Think! I reached out and placed my hand on top of his, pinned him with my gaze. “I just worry that something like that might happen to me if I lived with you. Someone was murdered!” I tried to sound like a complete wuss.

Dex brought my hand up to his lips, kissed my knuckles. “Thanks to you I learned Mr. Moore stole from me and was obviously involved in criminal activity. If someone hadn’t already killed him, I assure you, I would have taken care of him myself. No one messes with my ranch, with what’s mine.”

I could tell that was all I was going to get from Dex about Morty. Which was nothing. Crap. He’d turned all possessive and was smart enough to know I was fishing for information if I asked more.

We finished our meal and Dex walked me to my car. It was almost dark, the sky a deep purple. The air was surprisingly cool. I opened the door and turned to him. He’d moved in close, pinning me between the open door and his body. I could smell his cologne, feel his body heat. “You’ll consider all we talked about?”

I nodded. My palms were sweating. My heart pounded in my ears. He was too close, in my circle.

“I’ll call you later this week. Dinner again? This time at my house.”

He didn’t give me an opportunity to answer. His lips found mine before I had a chance to say no. I’d never kissed a man with a mustache. It was odd, ticklish. Like kissing a man and a caterpillar at the same time. Definitely weird. His mouth was warm on mine, tender. It wasn’t a possessive kiss, surprisingly gentle considering his size, his dominating personality. I thought about how it must be hard to keep a mustache clean when you ate soup. Was it hot having a mustache? My mind wandered, clearly not into the kiss.

I didn’t pull back, didn’t push him away either. Practice date. This was a practice kiss. Would I ever kiss another guy with a mustache? Was this my last mustache kiss? It was brief, no tongue. Pleasant. And pleasant wasn’t the word you wanted describing a kiss with a man. Unless it was your grandpa.

I wanted the zing I’d discovered with Ty. When I kissed Ty I forgot everything, forgot even to breathe. Ty! The image of him popped into my head and made me pull back from Dex. I felt my stomach do a somersault with guilt at letting Dex kiss me. I wanted Ty’s mouth on mine. Only Ty’s.

“I…I have to go,” I murmured, lost in my thoughts of that sexy fireman.

Dex stepped back, let me get in my car and close my door. I let out a deep breath and drove off. I was definitely in over my head with Dex. He wanted to marry me and have mustache kisses the rest of my life. This was bad. Really bad. I had to figure my way out of this. But not tonight. I wanted Ty and I wanted him…now.

Thirty minutes later, Ty knocked on my door and took in my outfit. His jaw tightened. He pushed past me and into the kitchen. “Russell Hosanski was at Gilly’s and said he saw you. With a man. Based on what you’re wearing, it must’ve been some date.”

Oh crap. “Who is Russell Hosanski?” I asked. Damn small towns. Of course, he’d find out. What had I been thinking? Unless Dex and I had a picnic in the woods, someone who knew me was bound to be around.

“Works B shift at Station Two.”

I followed him into the kitchen. “That doesn’t explain how he knows me.” My hands went to George the Gnome and fiddled with him, my finger running over the pointy hat.

Ty rolled his eyes. “I told him the same thing. He finally admitted to being a customer of Goldilocks on occasion.”

“Ah.” That clarified everything.

He made a circular motion with his hand. “So, Gilly’s?”

“Yes. Gilly’s.”

He went to my fridge, pulled out a beer, popped the top and drank half of it in one swallow. He wore his fire uniform, although he must’ve dumped all the electronic paraphernalia off at home because his belt was gizmo free.

“So who was this date ?”

“Drake Dexter. He has a horse ranch down by Ennis.”

I wasn’t going to share the fact that he was the same man from the horse auction at the fair. Definitely a bad idea right now.

We stared at each other, his gaze so intent, so dark I swallowed. It was blatantly obvious Ty was jealous. His body was tense. He practically ground his teeth to dust when I’d said Dex’s name, making the guy real for him.

This was so cool!

I’d never been the kind of woman who made men jealous. Now, I had two men interested in me. Dex wanted to marry me and make babies. He also wanted to take away my own free will and keep me naked all day. The only thing I knew for sure about Ty was that he cared about me, wanted me, and was not planning on taking over my life. We’d never talked about babies. The idea of being naked all day with him didn’t freak me out at all. In fact, it made me hot all over. Zing!

“It must have been some date if you wore that,” Ty grunted his response. “Is he still here?” He looked over my shoulder toward the living room.

Now it was my turn to overreact. I had planned to tell him I wanted to have sex with him right this very minute. Now, I just wanted to be pissy. “No, he’s not in there. The bedroom actually. You caught us just before he ripped my clothes off.”

“Funny,” Ty said sarcastically. He ran a hand over his face.

“You’re jealous because I went out to dinner with another man!” Okay, screw being pissy. I just wanted him. I fisted my hands at my sides ready to either punch him in the face to knock some sense into the man or pull him in for a kiss. I took a step closer. The nearer I got, the more turned on I became. Something about arguing made my adrenaline, and other juices, flow. Made me want to rip the uniform off his hot body. This past week had all been foreplay.

He felt enough for me to be jealous! It sounded kind of stupid, but it felt wonderful. Ty was being possessive and not in a creepy, chain-me-to-the-bed sort of way. My heart might burst with joy and excitement. Need. I’d never had that happen before. I felt like a teenager, but wiser.

Ty’s feelings probably came from the genetic makeup of his ancestors, the caveman. He needed to beat his chest, stake his claim. Mine were newer to me. I just learned I had power over a guy, over Ty. Who needed a box of Goldie’s toys when I just needed confidence in myself to make it happen?

“Hell, yeah, I’m jealous.” Ty shook his head. “I want you to go out with me, have my friends mention seeing you on my arm. Do I feel threatened you went out with another guy?” He shook his head. “There’s some reason why you did, I just don’t know what it is yet. I know enough about your past to know you’re not a cheater.” His eyes raked over me in my new dress.

The light bulb went off. “Oh.” I smiled at him. A full wattage smile. “You’re jealous because I wore this”—I moved my hand in a sweeping gesture over my new dress—“for another guy. It bothers you I put effort into a date with someone else.”

“You look hot as fuck in that dress. But if the guy you were with needs that dress to get him interested, he’s not the guy for you.” He pointed his beer bottle at me. “You don’t need to wear that to turn me on.”

I angled my head to the side. Looked at him. Really listened to his words. Goldie and Kelly had been right. I’d needed an update to my wardrobe. But they’d been wrong about part of it. I’d needed a makeover for me , not for Ty. Ty wanted me just as I was, uninspiring clothes and all. He’d seen me at my worst and wanted me.

“I know.” All my doubts, my insecurities about getting close to a man were gone. Poof! Just like that. Knowing Ty liked me for me, not for a smokin’ dress, was all the help I needed to let go of that last little bit of insecurity.

The slow burn for him had grown to forest fire proportions. I thought about what Kelly had said about answering the door naked.

I took a deep breath. It had been years and now, it was Go time. With a man in uniform.

“You know?” He looked confused. “Know what?”

I slowly undid the top button at the front of my dress. Ty’s eyes dropped to watch my hands.

“You’re the kind of guy who goes for a little…less.”

He cleared his throat. I saw his hands clench into fists. “Less?”

I undid the next button. “Less clothes.”

He swallowed. “Less is good.”

And the next until enough buttons were undone that I could slide the dress from my shoulders. Ty’s eyes stalled at my lace covered breasts when the dress dropped to the floor. I stood there in front of him in only my newly purchased red lace bra and panties and my strappy heels.

“Holy shit,” Ty murmured.

His eyes raked over me and I felt my nipples harden. I was unbelievably nervous under his scrutiny, but the look on his face got rid of that. Fast. I was starting to get to know Ty’s various expressions, but this one was new. I recognized it as pure, unadulterated lust. Completely out in the open. No hiding it to keep me from chickening out.

And it looked damn good on him.

His pupils dilated to make his eyes even bluer. A muscle ticked in his jaw. The fingers of his free hand were clenched at his side. I took in the front of his pants. Hello! Ty had a Whopper Dong of his own.

“You’re right. Less is fine with me,” he replied as he placed his beer bottle roughly on the counter, and then took the two steps that separated us. One finger lightly brushed over my breast above the red lace.

I sucked in a breath. Fire! Fire!

His hands moved up to tangle in my hair as he pulled me into a kiss that was all tongue. Worked for me.

It sent a lightning bolt of need straight south. There was the zing again that had been missing when Dex had kissed me. This was the difference between Dex and Ty. Dex who? Once I felt the zing, there was no going back. And I intended to go all…the…way.

I tasted beer, smelled it as well as soap and something I recognized as pure Ty. He slowly backed me up into the fridge and leaned into me. Ty’s hot body pressing into me from the front, cold steel against the skin on my back. I gasped at the shock. I was so turned on, so needy. God, yes, I wanted this. I wanted him.

Ty spun us around until my butt was against the kitchen table. “Better,” he murmured between kisses. He grabbed my hips and lifted me up so I sat on top without breaking the kiss. His hands pushed my knees apart so his legs fit between mine. I felt open and exposed and oh so good. “Yeah, better.”

My hands moved to frantically work the buttons on his uniform shirt while his reached around behind my back and unhooked my bra. The straps caught at my elbows and my breasts tumbled free.

He broke the kiss for his first glimpse of them, to watch his hands cup them, his thumbs brush over the hard nipples. Then he traded his hands for his mouth, sucked on one nipple. Then the other.

My fingers tangled in his hair, holding him there.

“Um.” I had a thought, but it was gone. He looked up at me through his lashes. The thought was back. “Remember when you told me that guy looked at me like I was a piece of meat?” He didn’t say anything, only circled his tongue around my hard tip, so I continued. “You have that look right now.”

He gave a quick grin as he stood up straight. With one yank he pulled my hips so they were at the edge of the table. I cried out in surprise, grabbed hold of his firm biceps. Another yank and my brand new lacy panties were a scrap on the floor.

“So you’re saying I should have a taste?” he quirked a brow as he looked at me. There.

“Um,” I said again as I leaned back on my elbows. His mouth moved lower, made a path with his tongue to my belly button while his hands pushed my knees wider.

“Like this?”

His mouth moved lower still and his tongue went for a ride up one side of me and down the other. HOLY CRAP! I hadn’t felt a Super Zing like that in…I couldn’t remember ever feeling a zing like that. My head fell back and I saw the red spaghetti sauce stain on the ceiling Zach made when he was two. I would never look at that mark in the same way again.

“Oh my God!” The tips of my ears tingled. I took a few deep breaths trying to get enough oxygen to my brain so I didn’t pass out as Ty settled his mouth on my pussy, lapped at my entrance then flicked my clit.

I pulled on his ears and Ty came up for air. He had that crazy grin on his face. His mouth glistened and I’d never seen such need before in his eyes.

The need was mutual. “Inside of me. Now!”

Slowly, he shook his head. “Not until you come on my face first.”

My eyes fell closed and I dropped back on the table as he put his mouth on me again. And added a finger. I gasped when it slipped inside, curled over a spot that had my back arching, my heels digging into his ass. “Yes!” I cried.

He was so skilled and I’d been horny for him for long enough that he pushed me right into my first man-made orgasm in…oh, who the hell cared? I screamed his name, writhed on my kitchen table, naked, as he got me off with his head between my legs.

Once the pleasure ebbed and I released my tight grip on him, Ty stood up.

He had a smug, satisfied look on his face as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

I was too sated to care. He’d earned that look. I just wanted more. I was naked while he was dressed. I had to have my hands on him, on his bare skin. I roughly spread his uniform shirt to reveal his chest, lightly matted with hair that tapered in a line down to his pants…and beyond. I ran my hands over his hot body, reached around to his butt and pulled him into a kiss. I could feel the hair on his chest tickling my breasts, making my nipples ache. Much lower pulsed with need while my fingers fumbled with his belt buckle. I all but cried with frustration when I couldn’t get it open. Ty took over, undid the button and unzipped his pants in record time.

I had to have him in my hands. I reached inside his boxers and pulled his erection out into my palm. He was big. Big enough to ruin me for all dildos in the future. Eight inches, easily. I slid my hand gently up and down. Once, twice, felt the little spurt of pre-cum coat my palm. Now it was his turn to gasp.

“Shit.” He pulled back out of reach of my hands. I saw him now, long and thick, a ruddy red color, the crown broad. It curved up toward his belly. It was a gorgeous cock and I’d seen plenty. Not personally, but professionally.

“This is going to be fast. And we’re going to do it here,” he told me as he pushed on my shoulders so I lay back on the table once again.

I was naked, sprawled across my kitchen table with Ty’s fiery gaze raking over me. He’d been too far south to look at me all of me before. He ran one palm from my neck, between my breasts, his long fingers brushing tauntingly over a nipple, past my navel and lower still. One finger, then two slid back inside. Yes! I made some kind of sound in the back of my throat and my eyes rolled back in my head.

Ty did the same come-hither motion with his fingers. I arched my back into his touch. Yeah, the g-spot did exist.

"Please," I begged.

He fumbled with his pants and pulled a condom from his back pocket, his cell phone falling out and onto the floor with a clatter. In seconds, he was sheathed and ready. In one thrust, he was inside. I stretched around him, my inner walls clenching and squeezing to adjust. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my ankles crossed behind his back. Ty was all the way in, his hips pressing my thighs wide. He stayed still and groaned. It felt so good, and he hadn’t started moving yet.

But then he did and it was…mind blowing. I’d come once and that had gotten me all sensitive and easy, primed to come again for him.

I didn’t consider myself an overly religious person and I never had a very close relationship with God. But I just shouted out His name a few times and hoped He wouldn’t start paying me a lot of attention right now.

The feeling of Ty inside me, filling me, was…amazing.

He started moving. Hard. Fast. In. Out. Our breaths mingled. The look in his eyes, his expression, the pleasure, the intensity had me cupping his face. He turned his mouth into my palm, kissed me, as his hips pumped.

We worked the table across the room as he went harder, faster still. Keeping one hand on my hip, he used the other to touch me as he thrust deep.

Three, two, one. Blast off!

I saw rockets and fireworks and felt the whole parade.

I’d never had an orgasm like this, not even from his mouth just minutes earlier. Hell, I’d never had an orgasm with a man until him.

Within moments, Ty yelled, “Fuck!” and gave one last thrust, deeper than ever. He smacked his palms on the table, his rough breath mingling with mine, holding himself off of me.

I lost all thought besides how my body felt, savoring the last lingering aftershocks of pleasure. I couldn’t help but smile. After a while, I opened my eyes. Ty too, had a very satisfied look on his face.

“I think we just gave the neighbors quite a show,” I commented, looking out into the darkness.

My kitchen table was placed directly in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows that faced the back yard. Now it was about two feet further to the left. “Good thing the Colonel’s out of town.”

Ty chuckled as he pulled out and I hissed. “Those gnomes, they’re checking out my ass.”

I looked up at the counter. Yep, the gnomes had their beady eyes glued to Ty’s butt. Better thinking it’s his ass they were staring at than my….

“Smart gnomes,” I told him.

I sat up. Mortification could have swept in faster than the passion receded. I’d just had sex on my kitchen table, with the lights on. Anyone in the back yard would have had a live-action porno. But I didn’t care. At all. I’d just had the orgasm of all orgasms. To hell with everyone else.

Goldie would be so proud!

“That was—” I couldn’t finish. I wasn’t sure of the adjective that might work.

“Fast,” Ty answered. He buttoned his pants but left his shirt undone. The look really worked for him. “But sweetheart, we just got started.”

“I don’t think my table can take anymore.”

Ty grinned. “Good, because I want to try a bed next. I want you to ride my face. I want you to grip my headboard as I fuck you from behind. I want to take you in my shower. The list is long.”

Oh. A long list. Worked for me, and my pussy.

In one swift motion, Ty bent down, picked me up and threw me over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. I got a good view of my kitchen floor and his butt as he carried me out the back door. “Where are we going?” I shrieked.

“My bed. I’ve got Goldie’s gift box of condoms and we’re going to use every one of them.”

“I don’t have any clothes on, just my heels!”

“You won’t need any clothes. And don’t even think about taking the shoes off.”