Big Bad John (Bigger in Texas Series) by R.G. Alexander Page B

for that. For him to take her. Finally.
    But that wasn’t what he’d planned. He’d told her to get up on her knees.
    “Show me,” he’d murmured hotly when she obeyed, stepping closer to the bed, his erection in his hands as he guided it toward her lips. “Show me you really know what you want, little girl. Take it.”
    She’d been so lost in pleasure she hadn’t hesitated. How many nights had she wondered what that would be like? What he would taste like? If she could even fit him in her mouth?
    Her lips had stretched wide as they skimmed over the head of his cock and down the thick shaft. Salt. Heat. Man. Her tongue tasted the ridged flesh and she shivered. Perfect.
    John had gripped the ponytail she’d wrangled her curls into earlier and wrapped it around his fist, guiding her…gently at first, easily.
    “Yes. Baby, yes,” he muttered as she explored him, experimented with how much she could take.
    She couldn’t stop, addicted to him, but she was empty. Aching. She needed to find release again. Her hand dropped between her bent knees and her arousal soaked her fingers.
    “No.” John’s tone was hard. She heard the clink of glass and then he was pressing her long-necked beer bottle against the back of her hand. “Use this.”
    She paused and blinked up at him in shock and confusion. “Take it, Trudy. I want to watch you take it. For me.”
    God, no one had ever…she’d never. But she did. She lowered herself onto the neck of the bottle, the cool glass stretching her, rocking against it as she whimpered against his erection.
    “You are a natural, aren’t you, Trouble?” John sounded pleased and his grip on her hair tightened. “I had a feeling you would be. That you wanted… Yes , like that, but take more. Breathe out and take me deeper.” His hips jerked against her mouth. “That’s my good girl. Keep fucking that bottle, baby. You want it bad, don’t you? As bad as I do. Fuck, yes .”
    She’d nodded, tears flowing down her cheeks as she taken him deeper, the head of his erection hitting the back of her throat. She felt strange. Turned on to the point of madness, shaky and confused. She’d never heard him speak so much. Never heard him talk this way. She’d never heard anyone talk this way. But his words brought something deep inside her to the surface. Something that was willing to beg for more. That would do anything for more.
    Trudy came back to the present as she grabbed the pillow beside her and covered her face to muffle her screams of release. Her body went lax and she turned the vibrator off, shivering.
    How different would her life be if they hadn’t been interrupted? If her grieving brother hadn’t called over to the bunkhouse to find out if John had seen his sister? If John hadn’t stepped back and called a halt before he’d found release, sending her away and telling her before she left his room that she should think about staying…for Jefferson’s sake.
    She threw the pillow across the bed and sighed. She’d have more fodder for her fantasies, that was all. She still would have left, she told herself firmly. Gone back to California and found someone else to satisfy her needs.
    Only no one ever had. Not completely. Not the way she knew he could have.
    Two weeks. John wanted her for two weeks, with no strings attached. Could she pack every fantasy she’d ever had about him into the next thirteen days?
    It was too tempting a challenge to resist.
     

 

Chapter Four
     
    “Spill it.”
    At Caroline’s command, Trudy choked on the tea she’d been sipping through a straw and glanced up at her across the narrow diner table. She’d taken her to Frank’s. It was a small restaurant on the square that kept changing ownership and names, but for as long as she’d been alive, the locals had called it Frank’s. Sixty years of habit was hard to change. That should be the town motto. Just Say No To Change .
    “Spill what?” she asked after she’d quit coughing.
    Green eyes