Hard Drivin Man by Cerise DeLand Read Free Book Online

what will we do in the meantime?”
    He looked her over. Her hair was a tangled mess of red-gold curls. Her mouth was dark pink with exertion and rapture. Her beautiful big nipples were up in rosy points like pink diamonds. He grinned, an idea ripe with promise blooming in his very happy brain. He grabbed her up again, threw her over his shoulder and bit her thigh. As she squirmed and cooed at him he’d better let her down, he wrapped one hand around her legs and sounded as stern as he did when giving orders to his men. “As we go out the door, you have got to do as I say.”
    “Out the door!” she screeched. “Are you nuts? Where are we going?”
    “Shh, now, honey. Be a good girl. I’m opening the door. Oh, and see the resort robes there on the hanger? Grab those.”
    “Trey!” She kicked her legs. He bit her firm little leg again, harder. “It must be two in the morning!”
    “I know. Got those robes? Good girl.”
    “Trey!” She was gulping and laughing at the same time, but as he grabbed the key to the room and stepped outside into the cool night air, she scolded him in a hot whisper,
    “We’ll be arrested for indecent exposure.”
    “Not if you’re quiet. Now shut up, baby, I have a new adventure for you.”
    “You are one stubborn man! What are we doing?”
    “Looking at the stars.” He headed down the path to the resort swimming pool. He’d come here a few times before and loved the silence, the crisp air of the primeval mountains of Big Bend, the clear black of the sky at night out here. She stilled, the quiet inviting her own, he figured. He opened the gate to the pool. Illuminated in lights, the aquamarine waters shown like a gem in the fathomless dark of the western night. He marched over to a large HARD DRIVIN’ MAN
    chaise longue and set her down, then sat down beside her. Pulling her close to his body, he felt her nestle there, her long legs twining in his, her elegant fingers over his chest, her head against his heart.
    She sighed. “This is divine.”
    “I know.” He kissed her forehead and draped the robes around them. “I wanted you to come see this with me.”
    She looked up into his eyes, her irritation gone to admiration. “You’ve been here before.”
    He nodded, massaging the back of her neck. “And wanted you here with me every time. After Dad died. After Clint died.”
    She stiffened. “Let’s not go there.”
    We’ll have to sometime. And soon. If I’m going to come home and stay, it’ll be because I have achance with you and because we can talk about the past with some equanimity. “I don’t want to know about your sex life. No need for that, Jess. But Clint was an alcoholic. I knew that. Dad did. The whole town did. You couldn’t miss it what with the week-long drunks and the crashed cars.”
    “Okay, okay. I hear you. I dealt with it. I endured. I went to Al Anon and I tried to get him to go to rehab or AA. I tried, but he didn’t want to stop drinking. He thought he was a failure. The second son. The boy who could only marry into land.”
    Oh, Christ. Clint, you crazy man. You resented your wife? For land she had inherited?
    She wrapped her arms around him again.
    “Cold?” Trey asked and wrapped her more tightly to him, letting that part of the conversation die.
    She shook her head. “Not with you.”
    He lifted her chin with two fingers. I love you, Jess Hardwick. “Good!” He bounded up and stripped her of the robes. “Come swimming.”
    She snorted. But stood up. “You are a wild man.”
    He grasped her hand and admired the naked woman with long muscular legs and pointy high breasts. “Yeah, wild for you, lady.” He tugged her to the edge of the steps down into the water. “The pool’s heated. You won’t catch cold.”
    She walked up to him and in the rapidly cooling air that breezed softly around them, she put a hand to his jaw and reached up to kiss his lips. “I’m always warm near you.”
    He felt his cock appreciate that statement.