Big Bad John (Bigger in Texas Series) (15 page)

There, she thought. She’d hinted as much as anyone could in a text message. At least she’d let him know she was worried about his abrupt change in behavior.

She flopped back down against her pillow. Maybe he was being responsible. He must have work to do, and heaven knew she’d been abusing Caroline’s friendship for days, leaving her alone with her brother while she played out every fantasy she or John had ever had.

Maybe he was being a genuine gentleman and giving her body time to recuperate. He’d mentioned his concern before. She was so small, he worried sometimes that he hadn’t reined himself in enough.

The phone whistled and Trudy shot up like the bed was on fire. A text? Was he up too?

She held her breath and looked down at her phone.

I believe I told you to sleep. Call me.

She smiled and was about to push the call button when she heard a shout and what sounded like something crashing against the wall.
Jefferson
. Had he fallen?

Phone still clutched in her hand, she opened her bedroom door and raced down the hallway to her brother’s room. His door wasn’t entirely closed so she had no trouble pushing it open and rushing inside, ready to rescue her potentially bloody sibling.

But Jefferson didn’t need to be rescued.

She was frozen for only a moment. But it was long enough to take in every detail of the scene. Her brother was standing at the end of his bed, his legs wide and his cast anchoring him solidly to the floor. And the way he was going, it was obvious he needed something to hold him steady.

A very naked Caroline, with a man’s cowboy hat on her head and sparkling red stilettos on her feet, was bent over the bed, moaning uncontrollably as she was pounded so hard the headboard slammed repeatedly against the wall.

“Caroline.” Her brother’s voice was a stranger’s. Deep. Guttural. “Sweet Caroline.”

“Harder,” Caroline groaned, her sinuous writhing bringing the flowery artwork and poetry on her back to life. “Fuck my ass harder.”

“Hell, yeah.”

Oh God, there was absolutely no way to unsee
that
.

Trudy turned and ran down the stairs, not stopping until she was on the porch, her heart racing, her hand still clutching the phone.

Caroline and Jefferson? When? How? How had she missed the signs that her best friend and her brother were…

She shuddered and shook her head. Well, they were doing something she’d been hoping John would do to her all week.

She wasn’t sure who she needed to be protective of. Or how she felt about it. Jefferson didn’t check off anywhere on Caroline’s list. They were the last people she expected to see together—in every sense of the phrase. Ugh.

But when you think about, it makes sense. And they looked kind of perfect together.

No it doesn’t, and no they didn’t,
she argued with herself silently. Jefferson wasn’t completely cooked yet. He didn’t even know what he wanted to be when he grew up.

Other than a barbecue entrepreneur and a budding reality star?

“And I need to think about something else.”

She pushed the call button and started walking.

John answered before the second ring was over. “What took you so long?”

“Something I might need therapy over.” Especially considering that instead of turning her off completely, it was making her want John even more. “I’m coming over.”

“Wait,
now
? Are you driving?”

“Walking.” She ran a hand through her hair, cursing as she stepped on a sharp piece of gravel with her bare foot as she strode down the moonlit path toward his place. “Look, I know the way this is supposed to work is that I’m there whenever you say, but since you left me at the door tonight,
I
am taking the initiative. I want you. Now.”

She needed to supplant one memory with another, and she needed to know John wasn’t pulling away yet. That he was still as desperate as she was for more. “Remember that body part you said you loved even more than my breasts?”

John was groaning on the other end of the phone. “Graphically.”

“I want you to fuck it.” God, she was shameless. She didn’t care. There was no way she was going to be out-kinked by her best friend in her own house.

Maybe she was delirious with fatigue.

“I’ll meet you halfway.” She heard the jangling of keys and the slamming of a door as he headed to the truck.

“Why did you, John?”

He started the engine. “Why did I what?”

“Never mind.” She wasn’t sure she wanted to know. She only wanted his touch. His hands on her skin.

“You’re going to tell me, Trudy.” His voice was thick with lust. “And then you’re going to forget about whatever it was that put you in a mood, because you’ll be too busy screaming my name.”

“You took me home.”

He swore under his breath. “I did. I played you hard the other night and I’m supposed to take care of you. But every time you’re within grabbing distance I can’t resist taking more. I was trying to do right by you, God dammit.”

“Well, you made the wrong decision.”

“I guess so.”

Trudy looked up as headlights momentarily blinded her. He shut them off and stopped the truck, getting out before the engine stopped sputtering. She took a step back. Another.

John kept striding forward, desire and determination on his face. He was barefoot as well. Barefoot and shirtless, wearing nothing but a pair of unbuttoned jeans he must have thrown on when he realized she was headed his way.

Anxiety and anticipation shot through her veins and she gasped. He meant to take her right here. On the ground. She could feel it.

She smiled when he frowned at her movement. “Big Bad?”

He stilled and tilted his head.

She took another step back. “You’ll have to catch me first.”

She turned in the direction of his house and started to run. The grass was soft and slightly damp beneath her feet, and when she heard him closing in her heart began to race, her adrenaline pumping. Her baggy T-shirt and her plain cotton panties weren’t exactly the best outfit for running but she got a thrill when she thought about the view he was getting as her shirt flapped with her movement.

The race didn’t last long. She’d known it wouldn’t. John, still running, wrapped his arms around her from behind and she gave a breathless little scream as he lifted her feet off the ground.

He dropped to his knees, still holding her, and covered her body with his own. “What the hell are you doing to me, Trudy?” he huffed. “Primal play isn’t on my list of kinks, but you make it too damn tempting to resist.”

He held her struggling body still with one arm, the other hand reaching for a handful of her underwear and tearing the cotton off its elastic seam, leaving the shredded fabric dangling at her hip. “Is that what you want, Trouble? You want to push me that far?”

Maybe. Maybe she wanted to drive him wild as punishment for driving her crazy.

“Did you bring something?” she panted, out of breath and unbelievably aroused as she strained against his hold like she really wanted to get away. It made it even more exciting to pretend.

“You’ll find out, won’t you?” His reply was muffled by her shirt as he dragged it over her head, reaching around to squeeze her heavy breasts as soon as they were bare.

God, she was already desperate for him. Already so wet. “Do it, John. I’m ready.”

His growl was agonized. “You aren’t. I know you’ve had plugs but I’m—it isn’t the same. You need time.”

Didn’t he understand? “We don’t have it. And I don’t need it.”

“Son of a—” He pressed his teeth against her shoulder blade and bit lightly. “Baby, I don’t want to hurt you.”

“
Hurt me
.”

She could feel the dam breaking as his muscles tensed and his breathing grew more labored. He reached between their bodies again and shoved his jeans down past his thighs, scraping hers with the denim as he did.
Yes.

He rustled through his pocket and a tiny hiccup of disappointment skipped over her heart. She didn’t want anything between them. Not for this. But there was no tinfoil rustle, only the sound of a cap popping open. “John?”

“I’m going to do this much. You’re going to let me do this before I lose all my control.”

A cool, slick substance slipped down the crack of her ass, and then his fingers massaging her, pressing inside. One of them stretched her, pushing deeper. She took a deep breath and leaned back into him, loving it—the intensity of sensation.

“Yes, John.
More
.”

“You’re going to kill me, baby,” he moaned.

Hearing the wet sound of the lube as he slathered his erection, she looked over her shoulder and watched him. The sheer size of this man was humbling but knowing how he tempered it, how he tried to take care of her…

“I’m ready, lover,” she growled softly. “Show me why they call you Big Bad.”

His blue eyes singed her with their heat and he pulled his fingers out to grip her hips. “You asked for it.”

Her lips parted on a breathless gasp at the initial pressure, then her eyes rolled back as the thick head of his cock pushed through her tight muscles. “
Fuck
.”

“Fuck,” John repeated. “I don’t know if this is going to wor—”

Bracing herself, Trudy pushed back against him, forcefully, taking him inside her instead of waiting for his shallow, tentative thrusts.

“Fucking Christ!”
he shouted.

“Yes! Oh John,
I can’t
, this is—
Oh God
.”

She bit her lip. God, it was too much. She was so full she couldn’t think. She couldn’t breathe. She’d taken him inside her completely, until she could feel his hips pressed against the cheeks of her ass. He was so big. She knew but—God she hadn’t known.

“Baby. Such a tight fit,” John groaned, squeezing her hips so forcefully with his fingers she knew there’d be new bruises tomorrow. She loved the idea. “Made for me,” he kept muttering. “Fit like you were made for me. Trudy, baby.”

“More,” she managed to rasp out. “Move John. Show me more. Give me…”

Trudy lowered her head to the ground, grabbing handfuls of grass as he began to move. Long, thorough thrusts to the hilt and back until only the head of his shaft was inside her. No fast pounding or shallow thrusts. John was taking his time, enjoying every inch of her as her muscles tightened instinctively around his cock.

“This is mine, Trudy.” John’s voice was heavy with desire, lost to it. “No one else gets to know what this feels like. Spanking you. Fucking you. Filling you up…” He slung his hips against her in a smooth, powerful glide. “All mine. You belong to me.”

“Yes.” It scared her how much she clung to those words. How good they sounded. She belonged to him. “John, yes. Faster.
Please
. You’re killing me.”

“Beg me, Trouble.”

“I am! I’m begging you, John. Make me come. Let me—”

He sped up his strokes and she lost the ability to speak. So much. Too much. She had the nearly uncontrollable urge to laugh. To cry. To push closer or pull away. It was like every nerve ending was connected and firing at the same time. She threw back her head and shouted until she was hoarse, calling his name.

“Trudy. Baby it’s too good. I can’t hold back anymore. I need you to come for me.” John’s body curled over her back again, his hips still slapping hard and fast against her flesh, one hand reaching up to grab her hair and the other circling her hip to press and rub her sensitive clit. “God, I love how wet you are. Love how you take it all. Every fucking inch. You’re every dirty dream I’ve ever had. And so. Goddamned. Tight. Let go for me. Let go and give me what I want. Come.”

Trudy saw stars. Saw the world going black as she fought to catch her breath. She was drowning. Under water. The force of the climax pusher her further under.

“John,” she gasped. “Oh John, I love you!”

“
Fuck yes.
God. Trudy.
Ah!
” John’s orgasm was loud and powerful. He shouted as his hips pounded almost painfully against her, as he filled her with his climax. His hand on her hair tightened, another sensation her body could only interpret as pleasure, and she cried out.

Yes! Anything. More. Yes.

After long moments of deep breathing and awed moans of relief, he collapsed on the ground beside her, one hand still between her quivering thighs, surely feeling the pulse of her racing heart there. “Come here, baby.”

She fell into his arms, splintered as if she were leaving pieces of herself all over the ground. All over him. That was hands down the most powerful orgasm she’d ever had.

So why did her heart feel like it was breaking?

John, I love you.

She’d meant it. Maybe she always had. There was just one problem. He hadn’t said it back.

But then, when she thought about it, no one other than Caroline ever had. Maybe it was her. Maybe she wasn’t the kind of girl men fell in love with.

Maybe she needed to sleep and forget.

Five more days…

***

Trudy was washing up her lunch dish in the kitchen and waiting for Caroline to return from her interview when Jefferson walked in the room. “Is Gossip Girl still hunting down her prey?”

She couldn’t look at him. They’d grown up together, so she’d seen him naked before…but she’d never seen him naked with her best friend. She grimaced. “Yes. And she and I have a girl-chat date when she gets back, so you’ll have to wait your turn.”

Her brother must have heard the tension in her voice. “Are you mad at me? Is this about the sex thing? I know you saw us. I’d apologize but I didn’t think you’d be up so late.”

She dropped the plate and whirled around to meet his teasing gaze and easy stance. “All I asked was for you to leave her alone and—”

“Hey now,” he held up his hands as if warding off an attack, “I’m injured, remember? And I didn’t start that. She’s the one who came into my room in nothing but—”

“Lalala. I can’t hear you. The point is you are a bad host. No manners at all. And if Dad were still alive you would so be grounded for a month.”