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“Molly,” he groaned out loud. Flashing before his eyes, she thrust her bare breasts up for him to devour, and seed shot from his cock. Shouting at full volume and with pleasure, he climaxed in the wild.

  Turning around, he doused his body with cold water and laughed because he remained hard. His boner was sticking out, but it might as well. Turning off the water, he collected his things and walked back toward his house. Only one thing ruled Jon’s brain, and it was how he couldn’t wait to have her in his own space.

  CHAPTER THREE

  “You look gorgeous,” Saki told her as she stood back and looked Molly over.

  Because it was warm at night, Molly chose a loose black skirt, which fell below her knees, and a short-sleeved, almost sheer white blouse. Normally she’d wear a bra, chemise, or at least a tank top beneath to make it less va-va-voomish.

  Knowing where to look, she could see her nipples and they seemed obvious, but she would admit it wasn’t as noticeable as she assumed they’d be.

  Molly was slightly uncomfortable with baring it all and kept tugging her blouse away from her breasts.

  “Stop it! Seriously, I can hardly see them and I know they’re painted red.”

  “I don’t know. What if Matt or Ted notice? I would be so embarrassed.” She pulled on her top and tried again to hide her nipples, only nothing worked. Maybe she should put her bra on and be done with trying to seduce Jon.

  “You survived almost climaxing before them a few hours ago. I think you can handle a nipple flash or two. Besides, it will keep them thinking about painted breasts and encourage them to seek me out. At least, I hope they’ll look for me now we’ve crossed over to having sex of some sort. After our ride earlier, they better do more than look.”

  They’d shared a few details about what had happened earlier when Saki rode out with Matt and Ted to check outlying shacks and fences. Things had been rather heated, and oral sex had ruled the moment since no one remembered to bring condoms. Either way, they’d taken a large step toward being together, and Molly couldn’t be happier for her friend. Saki had wanted to find love and she had, times two.

  Personally, she liked the guys and was thrilled for them all. Of course, she wished them nothing but years and years of happiness together.

  “I’m not sure. You know this is a huge step for me. If he can see my nipples then he can definitely see my tattoo,” she confided to her friend. The other woman knew about her inked back. It wasn’t anything she was ashamed to possess per se, but she wasn’t happy it was there and didn’t want the questions seeing it would bring up.

  “You know what, it’s a conversation you must have with him sooner or later, why not sooner?”

  “I suppose.” She wasn’t sure, but a knock on the door sounded and her time was up.

  “Here we go! I’ll let him in as I head over to Matt and Ted’s. You two can walk together, alone, and talk.”

  “No, wait, it’s all ri—”

  “I can’t hear you,” Saki called out as she made her way to the front door.

  Damn, her friend had thrown her in the deep end and left!

  “Jon’s here and I’ll see you up at the house,” her friend yelled out, and shut the front door.

  There was no hope for her, she had to take charge and move on, but with a jumper. Grabbing a sweater from the cabinet, she slipped it on as she walked out to meet the man she hoped to seduce. The sweater would probably come off later. She simply needed a bit more time to get used to flashing her nipples.

  “Hi,” Molly offered as she stepped into the living room.

  Jon looked handsome and comfortable. Jeans, boots, and a faded and probably favorite t-shirt he’d left untucked made the man look beyond swoon worthy. Everything looked well worn, the jeans even had a rip along the knee, but he didn’t appear messy or uncaring. He looked comfortable, at ease with life and sexy as hell.

  The calm surrounding him threw her for a loop. Did he even remember what happened in the barn? How close he came to making her orgasm? She’d been panting for more from him while pressed up against his body and what, nothing? No ruffled feathers like she had at seeing him?

  “Hello, beautiful,” he told her as he reached for her hand and squeezed it while he kissed her lightly on the lips.

  Apparently all she needed was to hear his voice and she was instantly back in the barn, ready to lie down with him. Shaking her head, she silently reminded herself she was on a mission to seduce him, and she wasn’t going to deviate from that now.

  Smiling up into his deep brown eyes, she turned her hand in his, held on, and told him what she’d been thinking since their earlier interlude. The woman unsure of what to do next was not invited to dinner.

  “You are an incredible man who made me feel frisky this afternoon. Thank you for the pleasure and I hope we do it again with a more satisfying end.” She wasn’t sure if she was blushing, although she was definitely feeling the heat.

  “Plan on it,” he growled and kissed her with a firmer touch. He slid his hand through her hair and used his hold on her head to keep it tilted for him to deepen their connection. There was only one hand holding her, but she wasn’t sure where the other was until her heart thumped. The other hand grasped her chin as he swept his thumb over her lips, then gently tugged. She opened her mouth and his tongue swooped in to slip around hers.

  When his hand left her chin and reached down to squeeze and cup her backside, she couldn’t stop the groan of pleasure. She wanted him before he manhandled her and, with his touch, she became a puddle of need.

  Within a heartbeat of having her ready to beg for more from him, he pulled back and ran his thumb back and forth across her tender lips. They parted and would’ve taken the digit in her mouth if he didn’t take a step back.

  “Dinner. We need to eat dinner first,” he muttered aloud, although she believed he might be trying to convince himself of the necessity.

  Molly definitely needed reminding and convincing. Her head was spinning around him, his touch, and how much she wanted to experience more of it. One touch, one kiss, and she was completely lost. The man had the ability to turn her world upside down and inside out with passion holding it together.

  After a few deep breaths as he stared at her, he leaned down to pick a bag up and held out his hand.

  “Shall we go?” he murmured and waited for her to collect herself enough to walk toward the door.

  Before he opened the door, he turned to her and said one more thing, and the heat ruling her body sped back up.

  “Remember where we were for later,” he told with a wicked smile and one last kiss.

  They walked the stone path to the Wilson brothers’ house in the waning light with his arm rested across her shoulder. She liked the weight of its presence, the security it offered. For some reason it seemed right having him anchored to her side.

  The conversation between them kept to generalities such as the weather and progress of the project. In less than five minutes they were walking through the door. Molly was relaxed and comfortable with Jon, although her pussy occasionally throbbed as a reminder of her unfulfilled need.

  “Coward,” Saki whispered as she came up and waited to hear what beverages they wanted.

  “I’ll have water, thank you,” she said with what she knew was a weak smile. Of course she was afraid to take the sweater off, although she knew it would eventually go. The need to tease Jon’s passion was stronger than the one she had to keep her nipples and tattoo hidden.

  “Water, please,” Jon growled and she blushed profusely under the stares of Ted and Matt.

  Were their plans for a passionate meeting of some sort later obvious to everyone? Normally she’d have a glass of wine and him a whisky or beer with dinner, but no, they both wanted water. She chose to be clear-headed and had a feeling he had as well.

  “Interesting,” Ted offered as an aside.

  Unable to take the stress any longer, she dashed into the kitchen to help Saki with the drinks.

  “A sweat
er? A cardigan? Come on, Molly. You’re only delaying the inevitable showdown between you two. Take it off and accept the challenge to get your man.”

  Her friend was right. The challenge to seduce Jon had already been tossed down. She might as well carry on and win the man.

  “Fine,” she said as she took the sweater off and picked up a couple of glasses already on the countertop. She wasn’t sure what they were or who they were for, but she took them and would figure things out.

  Walking into the other room, she looked to see at least what color the drinks were and decided one was water and the other was colored. Stopping in front of Jon, she handed him the water with a smile and turned to Matt.

  “Is this one yours?” She asked the question and smiled even bigger. Groaning erupted hind her. Her soon to be lover had expressed himself when seeing her breasts. This would be an interesting night.

  “Fucking hell,” he groaned under his breath, but loud enough that Ted looked at him with a laugh.

  “I believe some people would call it ‘throwing down the gauntlet’. My friend, I think you’ve been challenged to seduce the woman. What’s your plan?”

  “Accept and get on with it.” Jon finished the water in one gulp and went into the kitchen for a bigger glass and more water. He had a feeling he was going to need it.

  Seeing Saki closing a bottle of wine, he knew what had happened.

  “Did you suggest Molly paint her nipples red and go braless tonight?” He asked the question without looking at the woman. Instead, Jon got another glass and filled it with water, waiting patiently for her answer, even though he knew it already.

  “Um, yes, but only as, as a, I…”

  “Thank you,” he murmured as he placed a kiss on her cheek before heading back into the living room.

  Lust ran through him, burned through him as he watched the mounds of flesh gently sway beneath her blouse. The bright red nipples weren’t obvious, but neither could they be ignored. They made a beautiful sight for him. He could look all he wanted, but he wouldn’t be able to touch his cock.

  He had little doubt it would blow with the merest whisper of contact. No complaints from him. He’d bide his time before he stripped her naked and indulged every stroke over her flesh, like he’d dreamed of doing.

  Was the red makeup flavored? Jon couldn’t remember what Matt said about the time he’d enjoyed Saki’s painted nipples, but he was curious about them. Why was the red not smudging her white blouse? Would it come off on his mouth? Maybe it had to be rubbed off or possibly cleaned with a special solution.

  There were many questions about the red tips running through his head. They were busting to get out and mollify his curiosity. When she returned he’d let her know he’d seen them and go from there. No way would he let her get away with taking such a step without saying something.

  During his turn at the grill, he finally found his chance to say something. She came up as he turned the asparagus stalks.

  “Those tips are all mine,” he claimed. “To paint them red is like waving a flag in front of a bull. I must warn you, taunting the beast could lead to more than you bargained for.” He didn’t want to scare her, but it was the truth. The desire he’d tamed earlier resurfaced, ready to explode. He needed to get his hands and mouth on her, and drive his cock in and out of her sweet body. A warning was the best he could offer.

  “Are you the bull?” Molly laughed, but stopped once she looked at him and realized how serious he was.

  “Absolutely, flower. You’d best prepare yourself. I intend to claim you, those beautifully enticing nipples, and much more of your delicious body.”

  “Oh my,” she whispered in surprise. Fine, he might’ve shocked her with the level of his need, but at least she understood his position. There’d be no games. Normally he had no patience for them, but he had been willing to take things slow for her sake. Not now, not after she gave him a hint of red tips.

  “There is a way for you to appease me,” he told her. The wicked side of his personality pushed forward to get something more.

  “Anything,” she offered with wide blue eyes. He couldn’t tell if she knew what was coming and wanted it or if she actually wanted to soothe his raging need. Either way, Jon was about to find out.

  “Unbutton your blouse and show me the painted nipples.” Her surprised gasp told him it was the latter and he should’ve known. Molly was innocent and he liked that about her. It didn’t mean he would ignore his kinky needs and not push his chances with her. At least, he wouldn’t until she balked and said no.

  “Someone might see,” she whispered and looked around to see where their friends were.

  “Fuck it! All the reason you need is I’ve asked. Nothing else should be important to you. So, is it?”

  Weren’t he and his needs more important than any form of modesty?

  With big eyes, parted lips, and a flush painting her cheeks, Molly slowly unbuttoned her blouse and pulled the edges apart.

  Jon kept his eyes connected with hers and was awed, no, proud the woman before him would soon be his. She may not know the term for what happened, but he knew she had shown she had submissive tendencies. It pleased him, and his cock throbbed with a need stronger than he’d ever experienced.

  Without looking down, he reached out with one hand and softly stroked one nipple, then the other. They were already hard, but he was pleased to feel them both tighten further. He pinched a tip and tugged until her eyes started to drift closed.

  Fuck, how was he going to wait a second longer to have her?

  Putting the grilling tongs down, he leaned over and circled a nipple with his tongue as he twirled the other with his fingers. When her breathing deepened, he bit the nub gently and tugged as he pinched the other nipple.

  She groaned and her chest pushed out against him. Right then, he was sure—no, he knew—she’d be his before the sun rose on another day.

  Releasing both breasts, he placed his lips against hers and kissed her softly. There were no tongues. Their lips were touching as they breathed each other in.

  “Veggies are ready,” he said as he placed his hands over hers and closed her blouse. While buttoning it up, he told her what to expect. “We’ll eat, then leave for my house.”

  “Okay,” she eventually told him with a quivering voice.

  “You’re going to climax tonight, Molly.”

  “Yes, yes, fine,” she agreed on a whisper as she picked up the plate filled with grilled veggies.

  “Wait.” He reached for a wedge of lemon and squeezed it over the asparagus. Smiling at her, Jon was momentarily caught by her beauty. She was the woman for him. The passion bouncing between them was big and open to go wherever they wanted.

  With her hands occupied holding the dish, he again pinched both nipples and twisted until her lips opened in a delightful ‘o’.

  “Later,” he told her with a tug and let them go. When he realized her feet were locked in place, he took the dish from her and put his other arm around her shoulder. Leading her into the house, he laughed. Happiness was a frisky woman at his side, a hard-on in his pants, and time to enjoy it all. He had what he wanted and then some.

  “We’re ready,” he called out and placed the plate on the table. With a bussing type of kiss, he then helped her sit down before he sat at her side. “Let’s eat,” Jon said to no one in specific, but then turned to her and quietly said, “…then it’s on to the pleasure course.”

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Dinner was delicious. They liked their friends and spending time with them, but it was time to go.

  “We’re going for a walk, then to my place. Good night,” Jon announced to the room at large. He stood up and held a hand out for her to take. There was little doubt she’d take it. After she stood, Molly collected her sweater from where it was draped over the back of the couch.

  “Thank you for a wonderful dinner. Good night, everyone,” she calmly stated as she made her way toward the front door. Jon was there and they lef
t immediately. All in all, it took mere seconds for them to leave. They weren’t in a hurry to get anywhere, but Molly figured they both wanted to be alone with each other.

  Things had taken a wicked turn while he grilled, and they hadn’t forgotten any of it. In fact, dinner had been almost uncomfortable. She knew her nipples were pebble hard from the moment she’d shown them to him, and an insistent throbbing in her pussy followed. She only wanted one thing: to be with him, naked and in his arms.

  They made their way down the path and eventually took a dirt road to the right. The pace wasn’t fast, although there was a purpose with each step. He draped his arm along her shoulder and she had one around his waist. Contentment spread through her, but she was still thinking about what would happen later.

  Sex.

  Yes, she wanted them to get physical, and enjoy each other’s bodies. Of course she wanted to orgasm and she definitely expected him to come. Shoot, no matter how she put it, she wanted them to have sex.

  She wondered whether she should tell him about her tattoo or wait to see if he noticed it, then tell him the minimal amount of details.

  Arriving at what had been labeled in her mind as their spot, Molly took a deep breath and absorbed the beauty stretching out before her. Montana. On a small ledge, with trees at their back, the clearing before her was brightened by the bright moon. The space was open and fresh, full of rolling hills, trees, and cows.

  This was not England, Japan, or anywhere else in the world she’d visited. The land was unique, beautiful and she loved being here.

  Jon moved to stand behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his chin on the top of her head. Happy to be there and in his arms, she shifted a hand until it rested on his thigh.

  Closing her eyes, she inhaled the fresh air and knew she wouldn’t want to be anyplace else.

  She hadn’t realized how breathing deeply pushed her breasts out further. It was not an intentional move, but the results were magnificent.

  His hands opened and gently cupped her large mounds.

  There was no way she could hold in the moan of pleasure produced from his touch. There was no reason to, either. She wanted him to hear her desire and do with it whatever he wanted. She’d learned this earlier at the grill. She wanted to be his plaything. She would do what he asked and be rewarded. Had she not been excited to new heights by opening her blouse to him and the night?