Текст книги "Imperfect"

Автор книги: Cherry Shephard

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Shannon hasn’t realized yet that we don’t need to be married.

With Effie and Harold arrested, the debt owed to her daddy is cleared and Saddles is saved.

A selfish part of me doesn’t want Shannon to figure it out. Not yet.

I gently lower her naked form to the bed, trying to be as careful as I can with her injured leg. Zeke has gone to Ruth’s, to give Shannon and I time to figure things out.

She smiles up at me and something blooms in my heart, something I haven’t felt in a really long time. Love. I fucking love Shannon Harper.

No, I correct myself silently. Shannon Stone. My wife.

I lower my lips to hers, my teeth gently nibbling on her bottom lip as I draw it into my mouth, worrying it. She moans and wraps her arms around my neck as my lips travel down her throat, heading straight for her breasts. My lips wrap around her nipple, suckling lightly. Her back arches, pushing her nipple more firmly into my mouth.

My hand sweeps down her ribcage, trailing a path across her navel to the small, well-groomed, triangular patch between her thighs. I gently part her legs and slide my fingers down the slick folds. She cries out and grips my shoulders, digging her nails into my flesh as I rub and tease her sensitive skin. She’s so wet that movement is easy and she rolls her hips, drawing my fingers into her warmth.

My cock swells, and I have to stop for a second to adjust my jeans as they tighten across my balls.

“Take them off,” she moans, but I ignore her, replacing my fingers between her legs. She gasps as I find her clit and gently flick it a couple of times.

I slide down the bed and position myself between her thighs. Draping one leg over my shoulder to open her up, I spread apart the lips of her pussy with my fingers.

My lips immediately find her clit, and I suck rhythmically as I slide two fingers deep inside her. My teeth very lightly graze her sensitive flesh and she cries out, pulsing around my fingers but not coming. Yet.

I push my face closer to her, my free hand going up to pluck at her hard nipples as I continue to tease her clit with my lips. She cries out again and this time she does come, but I don’t slow down. I push harder, faster until her cries all begin to connect to one another. I feel her start to shake and only then do I stop.

I stare down at her flushed face and my cock twitches with need. I want nothing more than to bury myself deep inside her, but suddenly the bed isn’t good enough. I need . . . more.

I pull my pants off and waste no time picking her up. I carry her out of the bedroom and into the kitchen, where I sit on one of the chairs and carefully position her astride my legs, facing away from me. Her good leg remains bent at the knee while the injured one stays straight, propped up on a chair, both spread apart as far as is comfortable for her. I position my hard cock at the entrance to her pussy and slowly press up inside her. My fingers go to her front, where her splayed legs allow the lips of her pussy to stay spread open, baring her to my touch. And touch is exactly what I do.

As I press in deeper, my fingers find her clit, lightly rubbing it in a circular motion. She gasps and her head drops back against my shoulder as she moves her hips on me. I grit my teeth as my fingers gently pinch and roll her clit around in my fingers. My other hand moves up to her nipples, where I tease them into hard points as I thrust into her again. I sit back on the chair, embedding myself firmly inside her wetness. I’m already so fucking close; this isn’t going to be the romantic love-making session I’d planned.

But Shannon doesn’t seem to want that, anyway.

Her fingers move down to her clit, pushing mine gently out of the way as she toys with herself. I renew my efforts and thrust into her hard, over and over, until she’s bouncing up and down on my cock. Feeling my balls tighten, I squeeze my eyes shut as I grip her hips, moving her faster on me. “Shannon,” I grit out between my teeth.

She knows.

I fall apart as she bounces again, and I feel her come directly after me, pulsing around my cock as she cries out.

Our breathing is harsh in the quiet room and I rest my forehead on her back, trying to catch my breath. Gently lifting her off me, I carry her back to the bedroom and set her on the edge of the bed. She picks up her clothes and begins to dress, not saying anything. I pull on a pair of shorts lying on the floor, not bothering with a shirt. A million thoughts are going through my mind. Has she realized we no longer need to be married? If she has, does she want a divorce? An annulment is out of the question now that we’ve had sex. The marriage is consummated. Legal. A fire burns low in my stomach as I consider the implications. Am I ready for this? A wife, a son?Yes, I tell myself firmly. I’m ready. “Shannon,” I say, sitting down on the edge of the bed. She lifts her face to me, and it hurts my heart to see tears glistening in her eyes. “What’s wrong, babe?” I ask, brushing her hair out of her eyes.

“I don’t want this to be over,” she cries, tears streaming down her cheeks.

I pull her close to me, holding her tight. “It’s not,” I whisper. “Why would it be over?”

“Because,” she says, pushing away from me gently. “You think I don’t know? Harold was arrested, which means any debt my daddy had is gone.”

My heart stops beating for a moment, and I feel the room start to spin. She knows.

“You won’t want to stay married to me,” she cries.

I almost laugh in relief. “Of course I want to stay married to you, Shan,” I tell her, kissing her forehead gently. “I fucking love you, babe.”

“Yo-you do?” she stammers, looking up at me with a tremulous smile.

“I do.” I nod. “How could I not? You got me off alcohol, forced me to grow up and be a father. A husband. You’ve made me a better man. I almost died when I lost you. I don’t ever want to feel that way again.”

“Oh, Stone,” she exclaims as she wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me down for a kiss. “I love you, too. I don’t know how it happened, but it did. You saved my life.”

“I think we’ve saved each other’s lives,” I say gruffly, fighting back my own tears. “Just do me a favor, okay?”

“What’s that?”

“Will you wear that mini-skirt I love? With no panties?”

 

Four weeks later

I flex my leg under the bar, reveling once more in the fact that I no longer have to wear that damn bandage.

“Hey, Shan,” Ruth says, walking up to the bar with a tray of dirty glasses. “You got a sec?”

“Of course,” I smile. “What’s up?”

She pauses and puts the tray down. “I need to quit,” she finally states, turning to face me.

“What? Why?”

“I think I just need to get out of this town,” she answers. “So much has happened, I think I need to just got out there and find myself again.”

“But what about Keets?” I ask. He’s going to be devastated when he finds out.

She smiles ruefully at me. “He’s a great guy, Shan, but he’s not the right one for me.”

“Are you sure?”

She nods. “Yeah,” she says quietly. “I’m sure.”

“Okay, well, this place won’t be the same without you.” I’m so upset I can’t think straight, but she needs to do what’s best for her.

“I’m sure it won’t be.” She laughs. “Are you going to be okay?”

“Yeah.” I smile. “My sister’s coming home next week, so I’ll get her to help Keets out while Stone, Zeke, and I are on vacation.”

“I can’t believe you’re going to Hawaii,” Ruth exclaims. “You’re going to be so tanned when you get back. I want photos.”

“Of course.” I laugh.

We’re silent for a minute, just looking at each other. Then she throws herself into my arms, hugging me tight. “I love you, Shan. You’ll always be my best friend.”

After she’s gone, I’m wiping down the benches when Keets walks in.

“Hey, hon,” I greet with a smile. “How’re you doing?”

He gives me a tight smile in return, but says nothing. He helps himself to a shot of whiskey from behind the bar. “Listen,” I start. “Next week, when we’re away, my sister Natalie will be here to help out around the bar. Is that okay?” She’s beautiful, stubborn, and extremely opinionated. He’s going to have the fight of his life on his hands. I’m almost sorry to be leaving and missing the show.

He nods, but doesn’t say a word. It’s as though all the fight has gone out of him. My heart is breaking for him. I leave him alone and walk into the back office, closing the door behind me.

“Hey, babe,” I hear a voice growl from directly behind me.

Stone. He must have been hiding behind the door, waiting for me. The idea has me instantly wet.

Before I can react, strong arms snake around my waist and I’m suddenly spun around and picked up, my legs wrapped around his waist as he grinds his hard cock into me through my thin shorts.

I moan and wrap my arms around the neck of my husband. “Hey, yourself,” I whisper, pressing my lips hotly against him. “Do you think Keets will be all right?”

“He’ll be fine,” Stone promises. “Right now, I only want to think about my gorgeous wife.”

I feel him start to push my shorts down over my ass, but I grab his hand and stop him. “No,” I whisper, sliding down his body until I’m kneeling in front of him. My hands go to the front of his jeans, rubbing his hardness through the material as I snap open the buttons and push them down and off his legs, ripping his shoes off at the same time. He’s wearing nothing beneath and his hard cock juts up proudly, right in front of my face. I grasp the base in my hand and look up at him, slowly licking my lips. “I’ve always wanted to do this,” I say wickedly, sinking my mouth down over him as he throws his head back, groaning loudly. My mouth moves over the head of his cock as my hand grips the base.

“Stone?” Keets voice comes from behind the closed office door, followed by a loud knock. I try to move my head, but his hands fist in my hair and force my head closer, I flick my tongue over the head. I do it again . . . and again. I love the salty flavor, the way he thrusts his hips toward my face.

“What the fuck do you want?” he groans, his hands shaking on the back of my head. He’s so damn close.

“I just wanted to let you know I’m going to pick up the new chairs from town.”

“Fine,” Stone grits out, and I can’t contain the grin that spreads across my face. He feels it, and yanks my hair so hard it hurts. But I love it.

“Do you need anything?” Keets asks through the door. I can hear the grin in his voice. My eyes shoot up to Stone’s. He fucking knows.

“Yeah,” Stone calls out, shoving his cock further into my mouth, making me gag a little. “I need you to fucking leave.”

I hear Keets chuckle as his footsteps recede, then the door of the bar slams shut.

I cry out when Stone pulls my hair back, forcing my head up and away from his cock as he stands me up. “I can’t fucking wait,” Stone growls, backing me up until I hit the door. Reaching behind me, he shoves it open and drags me out into the main bar area.

“Stone?” I ask breathlessly. “Where are we going?”

“There’s something I never got to do,” he groans, not looking at me. My pussy clenches as I see where he’s leading me. He stops and spins me to face him, burying his hands in my hair as he kisses me. He rips my singlet and bra off, then I’m picked up and put backwards over the mechanical bull and my flip flops fall off my feet to the ground. I lean back against the saddle as he steps back and pulls my shorts and panties down in one violent shove. He’s the perfect height as he bends down with a wicked grin.

“Stone,” I gasp as his head dives between my legs, his tongue lapping at my pussy, circling my clit. My hand goes to the back of his head to force him closer, and he growls against me as he grips my thighs, spreading me open and wrapping my legs around his shoulders.

“Stone,” I gasp again, “someone could come in and see us.”

“I don’t fucking care,” he says, his voice vibrating against my sensitive skin. “Let them watch.”

I cry out as his teeth gently nip at my clit, before strumming it with his tongue. I know I’m being loud, but I don’t care anymore. Stone’s right; let them watch.

“Shit,” I scream as my legs shake around his shoulders. I buck my hips as I come hard against his mouth, but he doesn’t stop. He wraps his lips around my clit and sucks hard as I fall apart beneath him.

He drops my legs from around his neck and spins me around forcibly, making me straddle the mechanical bull, climbing on behind me. “Hold on,” he whispers hotly against my ear as I feel his cock poking at the entrance to my pussy as he leans across my back. I lean forward and grip the handles as the bull starts to move. Stone sits up slightly, dragging my ass up onto his lap. He grips my hips, slamming home. We fuck, hard…fast. The bull picks up speed and I cry out as I’m slammed backwards against his cock, my clit rubbing against the seam of the leather saddle. There is nothing gentle about the way his cock works its way in and out of me. I can feel my second orgasm building, then he roars as I squeeze him with my inner walls, my wetness coating his cock. The bull slows down, finally coming to a stop.

He slips out of me as he falls away, but instead of moving away from me he pulls me down from the bull and lies next to me on the soft blue mat, stroking my back slowly.

“You okay?” he asks, pushing the hair out of my eyes.

I make an important decision right there and then. No more running, no more hiding. It’s time to start my life again. I grin at him as I climb off the mat and start getting dressed. “I’m fantastic,” I say, sliding on my flip flops.

Stone climbs off the mat and slowly zips up his jeans, tucking his limp cock away. “I know that look,” he says nervously. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” I promise, giving him a quick kiss on the lips. “There’s just something I need to do. Will you drive?”

 

“Are you sure about this?” I ask worriedly.

I can’t believe she’s even considering it, after all this time.

My heart swells with pride as Zeke leads Lady out of the stables, her saddle already in place.

“No,” Shan confesses, worrying her bottom lip with her teeth. “But if I don’t do it now, I never will.”

I grip her chin in my large fingers and turn her face up to me. “You’re amazing. You know that, right?” She smiles as I lower my lips to her, slanting my mouth over hers to kiss her deeply. She moans and wraps her arms around my neck and I feel my cock stir . . .

“Dammit you two, get a room!”

My mouth slips from Shannon’s as I glance over at my son, making a production of holding a hand across his eyes in mock horror. Shannon laughs, then squeals as I swat her ass with my hand, chuckling light-heartedly. “Come on,” I say, taking her hand and leading her over to her horse. “It’s time.”

Shannon stares up at the large beast, and I see the fear in her eyes. I wonder if she'll really be able to do it, is she ready? As if in answer to my question, she shakes her head lightly and grips the saddle. I stand behind her as she pushes up, giving her a boost. She sits atop her horse, dead silent. Not moving. “Shannon?” Zeke asks, his young face full of worry. “Are you okay? Do you want to get down?”

We stare at her for a long moment, until she finally blinks. A slow smile spreads across her face as she looks at both of us. “Are you fucking kidding me?” she laughs. “I never want to get down!”

She squeezes her thighs together and the horse moves at a slow trot around the corral. I grin as Zeke laughs at her delighted face, and I throw an arm around his shoulders. I have the feeling everything is going to be okay.

Maybe it’s not the fairytale romance you dream about, but this isn’t a fairytale. This is real.

Real life, real love, takes commitment, trust and hard work from two people willing to put aside their issues and fight together, side by side.

Now, we’re taking on the world one war at a time, just Shannon, Zeke, and their damaged soldier.

Our love will never fit the cookie-cutter mold of a perfect relationship or family. We will fight, there will be tears … but there will also be joy, laughter, and so much more.

Because at the end of the day, what is love, except perfectly imperfect?

THE END.

Cherry Shephard loves Jared Leto, that’s no secret.

She also writes beautifully dark erotic romance stories, focusing on honour and redemption. Her men are dark and strong, with just enough vulnerability to make you believe you could save them. Her women are tough, beautiful and can hold their own.

When not writing, Cherry can be found indulging her other obsession, watching horror movies.

Cherry lives in Australia with Mr. S, her three children, three cats, three dogs and four hermit crabs.