“Fuck! Kelly.”
“Oh God. Oh God…yes. Please, Rowdy.” She twisted beneath him, fighting the tighter hold on her hips, the sudden restraint as he paused above her. “Please. Fuck me. Fuck me now…”
She couldn’t scream; all she could do was lose her breath as he drew back then filled her, impaled her. Buried the full length of his c**k inside her before he came over her, gripping her hair in his fingers as his lips covered hers.
Mindless, rapturous. The sensations blazed deeper, higher; they filled her senses, overcame reality, and sent her spiraling through a star-studded night as he gave her what she begged for.
His c**k was a hard, blistering length of iron thrusting inside her, stroking tender tissue, building the tension, the pleasure, to a height that Kelly swore she couldn’t bear.
Writhing beneath him, she fought for release, gasping, begging, her hands buried in his hair, her lips open against his, every cell possessed by him, stroked by him, enflamed by him, until she was certain only death could await, because there was no way to survive such pleasure.
“Fuck! There, baby.”
She was trying to scream as his lips lifted, one hand gripping her hip, the other her hair as her lashes raised and she fought to plead silently, desperately for release.
“There sweet Kelly,” he groaned, the strokes suddenly intensifying, the rapid-fire thrusts pulling the tension tighter. Deeper. “Just like that, baby.”
She shook her head as she felt the sudden contractions in her womb.
“There it is sweetheart.” His voice was tight, encouraging. “Let it have you, baby. I’ll hold you. I promise.”
Rowdy would hold her. She wasn’t really going to die. She was going to disintegrate.
“Come for me, Kelly. Let it go, sweetheart. I have you. Forever, baby.” His voice was guttural, desperate, carnal. It was like black velvet, rasping over her senses, surrounding her, stroking her, filling her.
Her release slammed into her. Kelly felt the sudden implosion, then a heavy gathering, a second before ecstasy exploded violently inside her.
Convulsive spasms of release erupted around his hard flesh, a heavy, wet warmth washing over his c**k as her release spilled through her.
Her muscles locked around him, attempting to hold him, to capture forever the rapture radiating through her with such brilliant force.
And she did die, she thought with hazy perception. All preconceived notions of loving Rowdy, died. All her fantasies of what pleasure could be, they died. And they were reborn.
His voice wrapped around her, his arms surrounded her, and he was driving deep, burying himself inside her before she felt the white-hot flames of his release as he began to fill her, spurting inside her with a force that stole any remaining sanity she may have possessed.
Kelly collapsed beneath him, exhausted, fighting to breathe, her strength exhausted as she shuddered in the aftershocks of a pleasure she could have never imagined existed.
This was why women crowded around Rowdy. Why they vied for his attention and begged for his touch. Why she had waited, prayed, and saved herself for him alone.
“I love you.” She could barely force the words from her lips as she let exhaustion take her. “Just love you.”
THIRTEEN
Rowdy ordered pizza at midnight and brought it to bed. He fed her bites of pepperoni and cheese and let her drink from his beer. He propped himself behind her, naked, and let her use his chest for a pillow as she acclimated herself from being a virgin to being his woman.
“When were the parents getting home?” The moon had risen hours ago, somewhere around the time that Rowdy was making her scream in the shower.
“They were staying overnight.” His voice was low, lazy. It soothed now, reaching into that part of her soul that had been stripped bare by his loving. “I thought we would stay the night on the boat.”
Kelly stilled against him. She could feel the tension slowly invading his body now, and it wasn’t sexual.
“Why?” Not that she cared to spend the night on the boat, but she knew he worried about vulnerabilities the boat presented if someone were watching it.
His arms came around her, snug, sheltering, and she knew immediately that something was wrong. Rowdy sighed behind her, his muscular arms flexing as he rubbed his cheek against her hair.
“You may as well tell me, Rowdy.”
“Someone was watching the house last night,” he said softly. “On the hill in front of your bedroom window. They were there for most of the night.”
Kelly swallowed tightly as she stared across the room. “He’s been watching me.” She had sensed it. A part of her had known she was being watched, she just hadn’t wanted to admit it.
“It’s okay, Kelly.” Rowdy’s voice lowered as his lips pressed against the top of her head. “It might not even be him. I just want to be certain.”
“And how are you going to be certain?” she asked, feeling the fear invade her in a slow, insidious crawl. “Where are Dawg and Natches?”
“They’re watching the boat. The sheriff is going to check out the hill tonight. He’s ex-Army, he knows how to do it. Besides, there’s no way I can make love to you in Dad’s house. Every time I think about it, Kelly, my balls shrivel.”
He was trying to lighten the mood. She could hear it in his voice. Kelly shook her head as she pulled herself from his arms and moved from the bed, swiping the shirt he had worn earlier from the floor and pulling it on.
“Kelly,” he protested softly. “Baby, I’ll fix this. I promise.”
She held her hand up without turning back to him, hiding her desperate attempt to hold back her screams with sheer force. Shaking her head she moved quickly to the doorway then down the steps that led to the first floor of the houseboat.
Where she was going to go, she didn’t know. There was no place to hide, no way to escape.
You’re my good girl, Kelly. My good little girl. Tell me you love me. You love me, don’t you?
Kelly stumbled at the last step as the words whispered through her mind, the memory of his hissing voice, his hands holding her down, parting the cheeks of her rear as he spread the lubrication there and attempted to rape her.
She had felt him trying to enter her.
She wrapped her arms over her stomach, determined not to throw up, not to scream in rage.
“Don’t do this to yourself!” Rowdy’s voice was dark, angry, as his arms came around her again, turning her to his chest, pulling her against him as he surrounded her, sharing the heat of his body as she felt ice building in her soul. “Kelly, I swear. We’ll catch him.”