Stand and Defend (Lakes Hockey Series Book 4)

After leading her to my room, I set her in the middle of my bed and let my eyes take in her sinful body. She’s gorgeous. This woman’s got an ass built for back shots but a face made for missionary.

“I need a minute,” she says, still coming off the last one.

She’s not something to rush through. I love taking my time with her. After I finish, I usually don’t care to keep going, but she’s making me want to savor every moment. She’s not a virgin by any means, but the pleasure is new to her. It makes it that much more rewarding when her face flushes and eyes roll back.

And her willingness to try new things? Goddamn. Her blowjob had me coming harder than I ever have before, not because of her technique, she’s still learning. What got me was opening her eyes to true pleasure and seeing a sex-starved demon staring back at me. Jordan is the exception to all my rules with women.

And now I want to taste her. I want her pussy. I want to lick and suck on her clit until she cries big swollen fucking tears. I want to wreck her.

“I’m ready. Do I need to do anything?” Jesus Christ, after all this, I don’t know whether to kill Bryan or thank him for letting me show her how it should be. I want to erase every memory of him from her mind and body.

“You enjoy yourself. Stoplight system. If you don’t like something, say yellow. If you want me to stop, say red.”

“’Kay.”

She lies back on the pillows, and I shove one underneath her backside, propping her up. I plan to eat her all the way to her ass. Grabbing her panties, I peel them off. She’s glistening. I kiss her ankles, knees, and inner thighs; occasionally nipping her flesh, inching higher. Her scent is addicting, and I need it on my tongue. She hisses with each love bite but sighs when I lick it all better. When I reach her pussy, I look up at her and lap at her arousal. She’s so wet. Her head falls back, and she drops her mouth open.

“Oh my god,” she whispers.

“So fucking delicious.” I lick again and crawl over her. “Come here.” With a thumb pressed to her chin, those soft lips part, and I sweep my tongue over hers. She blushes and I grin, returning to my home between her thighs, where I could live out the rest of my days with a smile on my face. I spread her open wide, licking each side and up the center, picking up every trace of her on my tongue. I don’t want to spare any of it.

She threads her hand into my hair and scratches my scalp with her nails. I groan. “Greedy boy.”

Well, look at who has some dirty talk of her own . . .

I chuckle and slide a finger inside. “You have no idea how fucking selfish I can be.”

Watching her carefully, I add a second finger, and she grinds against them. “That feel good?”

Her only response is a moan, and I chuckle. “You’re cute when you forget your words.” I pump in and out, bringing my lips to her clit and sucking.

Her back arches off the bed. “Cam . . .”

She doesn’t even know what that does to me, whimpering my name like that. She tightens her grasp on my hair and tugs. I grunt and suck harder.

“Oh my god. Oh my god, it feels . . .” I look up at her between her thighs, and her gaze snaps to mine with wide eyes. Her mouth drops open, and her cunt grips my fingers while she grinds against my face. Hell yeah. I keep the same rhythm, not changing a thing, I want her orgasm drawn out as long as possible. She props up on her elbows. Tears swell at the corners of her eyes as her legs quake. I remove my hand and thrust my tongue inside, enjoying the way she pulses around it. When I get my fill, I shove my fingers back in, stroking the spot she loved earlier. Her head falls back as another one hits her.

“Jesus, Jordan, you are so beautiful when you come, baby. Keep coming, you’re doing so good. You deserve this, let yourself have it.” I dive back in and suck her clit again. After one more loud cry and arch of her back, she slowly comes down.

Her muscles eventually relax, and she wipes at the tears on her face. She sniffles, and a huge smile spreads across her lips as she peers down at me between her legs. “Can we do more?”

I laugh and nod. “Absolutely.” She’s fun to play with. “You ready now?”

“Yeah. Show me what else I’ve been missing.”

“Tell me you’re on birth control.”

“I am.”

I kneel between her thighs, spreading her wide open for me. She’s plump and pink, and I’ve never seen a pussy need to be fucked by me so badly. I spit on her clit, and her mouth drops open.

“You spit on me.”

“Yeah, I did.” I smirk, and the corners of her eyes wrinkle with a grin.

“Do it again.” She’s like every wet dream coming true.

I prepare to spit between her legs—her lips part in slow motion. She gapes at me like she doesn’t want to miss it. Those big dark-brown eyes are dancing with curiosity and lust. I push her legs wide but snatch her throat with one hand. She grabs my wrists, and I pull her up and spit into her surprised mouth before dropping her back down.

Her fingers press to her chest. “I can’t believe you did that,” she says, almost laughing.

I chuckle, sliding between her legs again. “Did you like it?”

“I shouldn’t like it.”

“Nobody gets to tell you what you should or shouldn’t enjoy.” Her thighs part, and I smile. Grabbing behind her knees, I lean forward and push my forearms against the back of her thighs, spreading her until she winces, putting her on full display. I smile and take in how pretty she is like this. My well-mannered little heiress is about to find out how dirty she likes to be fucked. She squirms, and I can’t get enough of her eagerness.

I slap my cock against her clit, then rest it at her entrance. I want to fuck her hard. Show her exactly what she’s been missing while she’s been in the wrong man’s bed. I want to see her shake as every rung of my ladder is stuffed inside.

As soon as the crown breaches her pussy, I’m in trouble. It’s different. The freckles on her nose. The depth of her eyes. The way she’s breathing. All of it. She will not be a one-and-done.

It’s not like me to admire the woman I’m fucking the way I do Jordan. I rarely have repeats with someone, twice tops. This was supposed to be a one-time thing, a fun activity while we’re high. I’ll admit I wanted to erase Bryan and his fucked-up idea of sex . . . I’m sure it was easier to fuck her if he didn’t have to see the hurt in her eyes. I won’t do that. Ever. But tonight, it’s not the high that feels intense, it’s Jordan. She intrigues me like no other, has me curious. She’s exciting. I know after the first thrust, once will never be enough with her.

Shit.

“Cam . . .”

“Huh?” My eyes snap to hers, and she looks worried.

“Are you having second thoughts?”

Yes. I’m having straight up regrets. I should pull out. I realize I’ve been staring this whole time instead of actually fucking her.

“What? No. Never.”

I shove the rest of me inside, and her breathing stops. She freezes.

“Holy—” Her lips tip up into a smile.

I pull out and thrust again, getting an eyeful of her tight pussy swallowing my thick dick so well—all of me at once. Feeling the thrum as each piercing fits inside. It’s impressive. Her legs quake under my palms. She turns her head to the side and breathes out slowly.

The third time I sink into her, something seems off. It’s like she’s avoiding eye contact.

“What are you looking at?”

“Nothing.”

“Look at me.”

“No, thank you.”

What the actual fuck? “Why?”

She clears her throat, still facing away. “Can you do it from behind?”

I choke, trying to swallow. “Excuse me? No, I’m not fucking you from behind!” I snap, that pisses me off. I’m not taking her like he did, the thought disgusts me. “Why the hell would you want that?”

“I’m not used to eye contact,” she says.

“That’s not my problem. Look at me while I’m fucking you,” I growl back.

“Cam!”

I grab her chin and turn it toward me. “What is it, Jordan?” I ask, rubbing circles into her clit.

“Fuck . . .”

“This too much for you?”

It’s too much for me too, but it’s not enough to stop me from filling this darling girl with my cum and watching it drip out. I want her well-fucked and sated—covered in smudged makeup and bite marks. I need her sweet and filthy.

She covers her face with her hands. Her voice chokes on a sob, “Yes!”

Too fucking bad. She needs to be reminded this is different. This is for her, and she’s going to stay with me through this.

“Use your safeword.”

She shakes her head.

“You’re always in control, Jordan.”

With one hand, I grab both her wrists and pin them directly above her head. With my other hand, I grab the back of her neck and crane her neck forward.

“Look down. Watch me fuck you.”

She sniffles and opens her eyes.

“Do you want me to stop?”

She stares for a moment. “No.” Her voice is breathy and seductive.

“Then we’re not stopping. This is your fucking baptism, Sunshine.”

She nods. Every piercing hitches on her tight opening, and it makes me throb harder. She releases a sexy desperate sigh as we watch together.

I release her neck. “Such a good girl . . . Now I want you to look up.”

Her eyes are swimming with tears, I can’t help but press my lips to hers. I hate him for breaking her like this. He should thank his lucky stars I haven’t shown up at his doorstep. Yet.

I drop her wrists, and she brings her soft fingertips to my jaw and kisses me back so hard I think she’s sucking my soul out of me. She’s an enigma. So powerful and submissive at the same time.

I’ve never wanted to ruin and resurrect something more.

“You’re stronger than you think. Show me how good it feels.”

A smile shoots across my face when her eyes fully focus on me. She’s been in such a fucked-up relationship for so long, she doesn’t yet know her own strength. When she rises like a phoenix from that pile of ash, she’ll be a force to be reckoned with, and I’ll be here waiting to tame her when she’s ready.

This is only the beginning of her transformation, and I want to be the catalyst. I’m fascinated by Jordan.

Her body tightens, and I lean down, biting her nipples. She cries out, and I reward her, licking each like a balm to the sting.

“Do you hear those sexy sounds you make? Goddamn, I want to devour you.”

She seizes the back of my neck, pulling the hair at the nape. Shit.

Her nails scratch down my back, mauling me. If she keeps it up, the guys will think I’ve been fucking Wolverine. I hope she never stops. I want her to mark me as much as I do her. My hand snakes between us and up toward her neck. When my fingers wrap around her throat, she tilts her chin up, giving me more access. It’s so submissive.

“Fuck.” Her lips part with a slight grin.

“Sweet Jordana Landry from the big house on the hill. Always following the rules, behaving like a sophisticated socialite. Prim, proper, and pretty as can be. So lovely.” I lick across her lower lip, she opens up, and I spit inside. Her eyes fill with fire, and I smile. “But when you tilt your head up like that for me, I know you’d rather wear my hand around your neck than anything from Harry Winston. You need someone to worship and fuck you the way you deserve. Because deep down, you’re a needy little whore, aren’t you?”

Her eyebrows push together, and she nods.

Good god. “That’s my perfect fucking girl.” I drop my mouth to her ear. “Maybe I should tattoo a diamond necklace on the back of my hand . . . that way I can dress you up whenever I want.”

When I sit up, her eyes are nearly black. Any sign of her innocent, angelic nature has been replaced with a succubus. Sitting back on my heels, I open her knees, gazing down at her with a smirk, appreciating the way she takes each inch, with parted lips and sexy moans while trembling under my palms. I grip and grope her thighs like I can’t get enough.

“You’re getting close,” I comment as her body slowly closes in on me. Her panting grows more desperate. My thumb finds her clit and rubs small circles. She props herself on her elbows with parted lips, looking down, as if she wants to see it as bad as I do.

Reaching under her arms, I drag her on top of me. She lets me lift and drop her on my dick over and over. With her nails in my shoulders, I cup her chin in one hand and bring her right in front of my face. “You are such a pretty girl. Why don’t you show me how pretty you are coming on a big, fat cock.”

Her mouth opens on a silent scream, and then it hits.

It hits like a fucking hurricane.

She twists and writhes, her hips rolling on me. “Please, please, please . . .”

“You learn those manners in finishing school, princess?”

“Uh-huh.” She nods again. “When do I say thank you?”

I grab her neck and squeeze with one hand while pinching her nipple with the other.

“Open your mouth.” She does, and I spit inside. “Now you thank me.”

She throws her arms around my neck and rides me, gasping and panting. “Fuck, Cam—” She groans. Her body erupts, and she throbs over my length; it feels incredible.

“That’s it.” I smirk, feeling proud as hell. She’s a shaking mess. Her claws dig into my shoulders, and it sends chills up my spine.

“Come for me, Jordan. Only for me,” I growl.

She’s mine now. I haul her ass closer, pounding up into her. I pull back and see tears streaming down her face. The overwhelming pleasure has her raptured. It’s breathtaking. I roar as hot ropes of cum shoot inside her over and over. This is the release I’ve been waiting for.

We collapse against each other.

“Thank you,” she murmurs.

I laugh; she’s so sweet. “Fuck, Jordan. You’re fun.”

Her breaths are heaving against my chest. Nipples hard, flush tear-stained cheeks, freckles, and hooded bedroom eyes. I can’t take my gaze off her. She’s mesmerizing.

Jordan sucks the air right out of my lungs. “Wow,” I mumble.

“Yeah.” She drops her head to my shoulder and sighs. “That was amazing.”

Amazing doesn’t even cover it. She rocked me to my core. Guys talk about magic pussy, but I figured pussy was like pizza. Each woman is different, but it’s all good. The variety’s what made it great.

I was wrong. Fuck variety.

Bryan always wanted the best, well, he fucking had it and only fucked her from behind. He missed the desperation and need that sparkles in her eyes right before she comes. The way her plump lips part and the fucking symphony that comes out of her mouth when she’s submitting to the blinding pleasure. She’s irresistible. Whether she wants to admit it, I am her type. No question, I’ll be taking her again. I’ll be setting goddamn records.

She sits up like a rocket. “Oh my god!”

“Fuck, what? What?” I shoot up.

“We have shepherd’s pie!” A huge smile grows on her face. “I’m so fucking hungry!” Jordan scoots toward the edge of the bed and grabs her clothes, pulling them on and hopping toward the door.

I laugh and fall back onto the pillows.

“Stoner.”

I can’t move. I’m still in shock. We were in sync the entire time. One look into her eyes tells me exactly what she needs. I’m glad he never saw her like that. She deserves far more than Bryan Davenport. Hell, she deserves more than me.