Done and Dusted: A Rebel Blue Ranch Novel

Saying goodnight to Brooks had been a good decision. A smart decision. After I’d been staring at him all night, it was honestly a miracle I didn’t try to tear his clothes off as soon as we walked out the back door.

Literally, the first thing I saw when I walked into the Big House was him holding my perfect niece in his giant arms. My ovaries didn’t stand a chance.

And don’t even get me started on his hair. For someone who liked hats so much, you’d think he was hiding a receding hairline or something, but no. He had a full head of hair, and he looked just as good without a hat as he did with one.

It was no secret Brooks in a backward baseball cap was my kryptonite, but there was something about being able to see his full head of dark hair that just did it for me tonight.

Me salivating over Brooks’s appearance? That was expected. I’d been doing that forever, even when I didn’t like him. Brooks telling me he liked me? Unexpected. Me believing him? Also unexpected, but not unwelcome.

The way his face looked when he said it had been so intense and earnest. There was no way I couldn’t believe him.

Was I stupid to let him walk away tonight? That could’ve been one of those moments. The ones that seem small but turn out to be big. The ones that change the course and alter your path.

I wanted that. A new path.

I wanted him.

I didn’t think before I swung my front door back open, ready to chase after him.

But I found Brooks right where I’d left him. But now, his chest was heaving, like he had left and ran back, and his arm was raised like he was about to knock.

We stared at each other, and I decided this was the moment. Not the moment that could’ve been if I hadn’t closed the door on him, but a better one. A moment both of us chose to come back for.

That’s the thought I was mulling around in my brain when Brooks said, “I can’t stay away from you anymore.”

He took a step forward, grabbed both sides of my face, and kissed the hell out of me. When his lips were on mine, I couldn’t think at all.

I fisted my hands in his t-shirt and tried to get as close to him as humanly possible. He started walking me back through my door, and I let him. I was desperate to know where this would take us.

Once we were both inside, he pushed the door shut with his foot. He moved his hands from my face and dragged them down my body—down my neck, over my breasts, and around my waist until he cupped my ass and lifted me off the ground. I wrapped my legs around his middle, clinging to him.

He turned us around so my back was against my front door. His tongue was in my mouth, taking and taking. I wanted him to take it all. I moved one of my hands from the front of his shirt to his thick hair.

God, I wanted him.

It took some effort, but I pulled back from his mouth. He was undeterred. He just moved his mouth to my neck and started kissing me there. I couldn’t help but let out a small moan. It was like he knew exactly where to touch me.

“Luke,” I breathed. He didn’t answer, just tightened his grip on my ass. He had changed the position of his hands. They weren’t over my shorts anymore, but under them. It was his skin on mine, and the sensation of it was intoxicating. “Luke,” I said again. He pulled away this time. His eyes were on fire.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked.

“No, I—” I stumbled a little bit. “I don’t want you to stop. I want it all.” His eyes burned brighter.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“I’m positive.” And I was. I didn’t know the last time I felt so sure about something.

“I don’t have a condom with me.” Luke Brooks wasn’t just packing around an industrial-size box of condoms? That was a bummer for everyone.

“I have an IUD,” I said. “And I had a doctor’s appointment a few days before I left Denver. I’m all clear.”

“So am I.”

Thank god.

“Are you sure?” he asked again. “I don’t want to pressure you into this.”

“You’re not,” I promised. “I want this. I want you.” I cupped his face in my hands when I said it, his stubble scratching at my palms in the most wonderful way.

“If you change your mind at any point, you tell me right away, okay?” He turned his head to place a gentle kiss on one of my palms.

“I’m not going to,” I said.

“Say that you’ll tell me if you change your mind.” His voice was firm. I loved it.

“I’ll tell you.”

He took a deep breath, like hearing that was the thing that might snap the tether he had on himself.

“God, Emmy, I want you so fucking bad.”

“Then have me,” I said. He didn’t think twice. He crushed his mouth to mine again and started carrying me to my bed.

I was a tall woman, and most of the men I’d slept with hadn’t been much taller than me. I didn’t know I minded until I was with Luke. The way he was able to pick me up and fucking manhandle me was hot as hell.

Before we made it to my bed, he set me on my feet.

“Strip,” he said. His voice was low and gravelly, and it shot straight through me. “I want to see you.” He took a few steps back, and I could see his dick straining against his jeans.

Seeing that he wanted me filled me with a confidence I didn’t normally have.

I started with my crewneck. I had a tank top underneath it, but no bra. “Take your shirt off,” I said to Brooks. My voice was breathy and almost unrecognizable. Brooks immediately did what I asked, whipping off his black t-shirt. The hard muscles of his stomach and chest were lightly covered with dark hair. It was cliché, but up until now, I had been with boys. Luke was a fucking man.

“Keep going, Emmy,” he said. “Let me see you.”

I unbuttoned my shorts and slid them down my legs. I thought back to the springs, how I was so nervous to take my clothes off and be in my swimsuit. Now, I couldn’t wait for Brooks to see all of me.

I took my tank top off, and I heard Brooks let out a low growl. I’d never understood the phrase “his eyes darkened” that was in all the romance books Teddy loaned me. Until now.

The way he was looking at me was all-consuming. Brooks started toward me, but I stuck my arm out to stop him. He stopped immediately.

“Your pants. I want them off.”

Brooks’s large hands went to his belt, and his jaw tensed. “That’s the last command you give me,” he said. Fuck, I knew he’d be this way in bed. “I’m in charge tonight. Do you understand?” Everything about him was all-consuming, and I didn’t trust my voice to answer him.

I nodded my head. I wanted him to be in control. I trusted him to take care of me.

“I asked you a question, sugar.” He wasn’t going to let me get away with just a nod.

“Y-yes. I understand.”

“Good.” He undid his belt, dropped his jeans, and stepped out of them. His dick was straining against his black briefs.

“Stop staring at my cock like that, sugar.”

My eyes shot back up to Brooks. “L-like what?”

“Like you want me to put you on your knees and shove it down your throat.” Jesus. I licked my lips as I stared at him. “Would you like that, sugar? My cock in your hot little mouth?” I would. I definitely would.

I nodded.

He was on me in an instant, grabbing my throat and devouring me with his kisses. He picked me up again before sitting on my bed so I was straddling him. I could feel his hardness against my blue panties, which were so soaked it was almost embarrassing.

I ground against him, and he groaned.

“Fuck. You’re so fucking perfect,” he said against my lips. I couldn’t help but continue to grind against him, wishing there wasn’t anything between us, but I didn’t want to stop. This felt so good. I could probably come from this friction alone. He rubbed his hands up and down my back. “That feel good, sugar?” he asked, his breaths short. “You rubbing your pussy all over my cock?”

“Yes,” I moaned. He pulled away from my mouth and bit my neck. I let out a yelp, and he smoothed his tongue over the bite.

“Keep going, Emmy. Make yourself come like this.” I mean, if he said so. I started moving faster. The friction was delicious. I put my hands on his shoulders for balance. God, I was feeling so many things at once. I didn’t remember the last time I was so turned on.

Or the last time I felt so desired and wanted.

“That’s right, sugar. Keep riding me.” Brooks’s words of encouragement spurred me on. So did his hand on my ass, and the other one on my breast. “So fucking perfect. I can feel how wet you are.” I was so close. I went faster, chasing what he was offering to me. When he gave my ass a light smack, all sense of rhythm left me, and I rode him with reckless abandon. “I know you’re close. C’mon, sugar, let me feel you come.”

A few more seconds, and I was breaking apart at the seams. My body was racked with shakes as pleasure coursed through me. I’d never come so hard, and neither of us had even taken our underwear off.

I looked down at Brooks, and his eyes were on me. He knotted his fingers in my hair and kissed me. It was hot and rough.

“You’re so beautiful when you come.” He stood up and threw me on the bed. Literally threw me. “I can’t wait to watch it again,” he said.

He stood at the bottom of my bed and finally took his briefs off. His dick jutted out from his body. I could feel he was big, but seeing it was different. I couldn’t wait for him to be inside me.

He got on the bed and crawled his way up my body. The way his muscles flexed as he held himself to hover over me almost sent me over the edge. He stopped his journey at my stomach so he could lick all the way from my ribs to my breasts.

He circled my left nipple with his tongue, and my back arched off the bed. He bit down softly before moving to the other side. He continued switching between them while one of his hands made its way down to my underwear.

He brushed his thumb over my clit above my panties, and I jerked. I could feel his smirk against my breast. “Feeling sensitive, sugar?” he asked.

“A little,” I breathed. He answered by moving my panties to one side and pushing one of his fingers into me. We both groaned.

“Fuck, you’re so wet. Is this all for me?” I let out a sound he must’ve correctly interpreted as a yes because he pushed another finger inside me. The sounds of his fingers pumping in and out of me were obscene.

Between his fingers and his mouth on my breasts, I was so close to coming again. It had never been like this for me. I didn’t know how to handle it.

He licked all the way up my neck before kissing me again. When he pulled away, he also pulled his fingers from me, and my body ached at the loss. He was hovering over me, looking directly into my eyes as he brought them to his mouth and sucked.

His eyes closed, as if he were savoring the taste. Then he brought them out of his mouth with a lewd pop. “You want a taste?” he asked me. Being with Luke felt erotic and freeing. I’d never done anything like this before.

To my own surprise, I nodded.

He pushed his fingers into me and pumped a few times. My back arched off the bed, and my body started to grind of its own accord, but he removed his fingers again. God, he was so frustrating.

He wiped them over my lips before putting them in my mouth.

“Suck,” he said. I did. I sucked myself off his skin like a madwoman. “Good girl.” The heat that flooded my body at his praise was unexpected, but not unwelcome.

“You taste like a dream,” he said. “I need more.” He started moving down my body again, situating himself between my legs and draping one of them over each of his shoulders. Spreading me out like his own personal feast.

“Luke…” I started.

“Yeah, sugar?”

“You don’t have to do that,” I said, feeling the insecurity that sometimes creeped up on me during sex start to rear its ugly head.

“Eat your perfect pussy?” he asked. He was looking up at me from between my legs, and I wished I could take a picture. I blushed. I had stripped for him, grinded on his dick until orgasm, and sucked myself off his fingers, but this made me blush?

“Y-yeah, that.”

“I want to. Badly. But I won’t if you’re not comfortable with it.”

“I-it’s not that.” He studied my face, waiting for me to keep talking, but I didn’t.

“Talk to me, sugar.”

“I-I’ve n-never come that way, so it’s just not worth your time.” The men I’d been with before had done it like it was just the last pitstop before getting all the way into my pants, and it always turned me off.

“Not worth my time?” He sounded…angry? “I don’t know what type of men you’ve been sleeping with, sugar, but devouring your perfect cunt is always going to be worth my time.” I gulped and felt heat flood me again.

“I’ll tell you what. If it’s okay with you, let me fuck you with my tongue for a few minutes, and if it isn’t doing anything for you, we’ll move on. Yeah?” That sounded…reasonable.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

“Okay,” I agreed. Even though I knew this wouldn’t do anything for me. It never had.

“Hand me a pillow, and then lift your hips.” I did what he said. He slid the pillow under my hips. Luke kept his eyes on me as he lowered his mouth to my pussy, and as he gave me one long lick all along my seam. Then, he started doing exactly what he said he was going to do: he devoured me.

He slid his fingers back in me as his tongue swirled and flicked at my clit. He used the pad of his tongue to replicate the pressure I’d felt when I was grinding on him. Between that and his fingers, pressure was starting to make its way down my spine.

This had never happened to me before.

Holy shit.

Usually, I came from getting on top, so I could feel pressure against my clit–or, I just didn’t come and would finish myself off later.

Luke kept going. He was a man on a mission, and nothing was going to stop him. I had my hands in his hair—one of their favorite places to be, apparently—and my hips started to buck, and everything I felt was too much. I knew I was moaning loudly and incoherently, but I didn’t care.

“Oh…Luke…I’m going to…” I looked down and noticed Luke was thrusting against the mattress.

Was this…turning him on? Did that happen?

It was that thought, that Luke was turned on by the fact that he was bringing me pleasure, that sent me over the edge. For the first time ever, I came from someone going down on me. Not just anyone–Luke Brooks.

I wasn’t convinced this man didn’t have magical powers.

He looked up at me and licked his lips before crawling back up my body and kissing me hard on the mouth. He was hovering over me, and that would not do. I wanted all of his weight on me. I reached down and put my hands on his hips, pulling them down to meet mine.

We both gasped when his dick made contact with me. “I need you inside of me,” I said.

He used one of his hands to trace my jaw. “My greedy girl came all over my tongue and now she wants to come on my cock?”

“Yes, please, Luke. Please,” I pleaded.

“Fuck, baby. Your begging is going to make me come.”

“Then you better get inside of me.”

Luke kissed me again. “Needy girl,” he said. I was. I didn’t care. Luke reached down and positioned his dick at my entrance. He looked at me as he started to work himself in. Fuck. He was big. Just the head of his cock stretched me more than I was used to.

“You’re so big,” I said.

“You can take it, sugar. I’ll go slow.” I nodded. He pulled out and worked back in, going a little further, stretching me a little more. He did that again, and again, and again.

Finally, I felt him seat himself fully inside of me. The pillow was still under my hips, giving him the ability to get deeper than he would’ve otherwise. He groaned into my neck. God, adjusting to his size was going to take a second.

“You feel so good wrapped around my cock.” A man had never talked to me like this. Usually, when someone tried to talk dirty with me, it just sounded weird. But all of Luke’s dirty words just made me hotter, which I didn’t even know was possible at this point.

“I feel so full,” I breathed. When he was inside me, I could feel everything. Every sensation was amplified—the way the cool air felt on my hot skin, the slight burn left behind by his stubble, the way the hair that fell over his forehead brushed against my cheeks.

“God, you’re perfect.”

I started grinding my hips, trying to get him to move.

“Give me a second, baby,” he breathed. “I’ve gotta make this last.” I pulled his mouth back to mine and kissed him, tangling my tongue with his. After what felt like an eternity, Luke pulled out a bit and then thrust back in slowly. He did it again. And again, picking up a little speed each time.

“Fuck, Luke. Yes. Yes.”

“Emmy, you were made for me.” He found his rhythm, and fucked me relentlessly. The pressure started building in my spine again, making its way down as Luke fucked me. It was going to happen. This man was going to make me come three times, which had never happened to me.

“I want you to come again, sugar. I want to feel you come while you’re wrapped around my cock. Can you do that for me?”

“Y-yes,” I groaned. Like he knew exactly what I needed, Luke kept the same rhythm but increased the intensity of his thrusts, almost moving me up the bed with each one of them. The pressure in my spine hit its peak, and I came with a cry.

After I came, Luke picked up his speed and pounded into me. I clutched at his shoulders, overwhelmed by everything I was feeling. Every nerve in my body was alive.

“God, I can’t wait to fill you up,” he said huskily.

I couldn’t wait for that either. I wanted to feel it. I wanted to feel him.

“Please,” I begged. “I need it.” At that, his thrusts became sporadic and uneven. He was close. “Come inside me, Luke.” He groaned and his body shook as he emptied himself.

He collapsed on top of me and buried his face in my neck. “Fuck,” he said before sliding his arms underneath me and rolling us so I was on top of him.

I laid my head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat, like a kickdrum, start to slow. “That was incredible,” I said.

“You’re incredible,” he said. “I could bury myself inside of you every second of every day and never get tired of it.”

“Is that a promise?” I asked as I lifted my head to look at him. After-sex Luke should be put in a museum. His dark hair was mussed, his brown eyes were bright and intense. His smile climbed all the way up to his eyes so the wrinkles on the outside of them appeared. I was such a sucker for those.

“Do you want it to be?”

“I wouldn’t mind.” And I wouldn’t. I’d never had sex like this before. I didn’t think I was having bad sex before, but after having sex with Luke, I wasn’t convinced.

He was dragging his fingers up and down my back gently.

“I can’t believe that just happened,” I said. “My thirteen-year-old self would be levitating right now.”

Luke’s chest vibrated with laughter underneath me. “Yeah? Was she a fan?”

“A fan of your looks, yes.”

“Ouch.”

“Don’t worry, twenty-seven-year-old me thinks you’re moderately less annoying.” I pushed up on my elbows to kiss him. He wrapped one of his hands around the back of my head, cradling it. This kiss was slow and exploratory. It was our first kiss like this. I knew it wouldn’t be our last.

An hour later, after a bathroom break, maxing out the amount of people who could fit in my shower, and another orgasm for each of us, I fell asleep in Luke Brooks’s arms.

For the first time in a long time, I felt safe.