Dakota Bad Boys of Dry River, WY Book 5 Page 10

  Taking a deep breath, he entered the kitchen to find Megan sitting at the table. She jumped up when he entered and he watched as her eyes ran over him and lingered on his crotch. Hell! Maybe sweatpants weren’t such a good idea. He knew she could see his dick since he was commando. He cleared his throat and watched as her eyes slowly lifted to meet his. He raised an eyebrow at her. She rolled her lips in and he was sure it was to keep from smiling then she walked to the cupboard and took down two bowls. Dakota got spoons and crackers out and put them on the table.

  They sat down and Dakota started crumbling crackers into his soup. He stopped and looked at her when he noticed she wasn’t eating, but was instead watching him put the crackers in his soup. He grinned.

  “You know I have to have crackers in my soup.”

  “You’re ruining the soup,” she said with a bit of annoyance in her tone.

  He shrugged. “I like crackers, what can I say?”

  “You like a little soup in your crackers.”

  “It’s not that bad. I love soup but with crackers.”

  Megan huffed. “Whatever.”

  “Great comeback,” Dakota said laughing.

  She chuckled and glanced up at him. “I was never good at that with you.”

  He grinned. “You were good at other things, baby.”

  “Stop,” she groaned.

  “What? Just sayin’.”

  “I had a good teacher.”

  “Really? I should thank the man.”

  Megan burst out laughing and Dakota joined her. The meal continued without the tension between them that had existed when he first arrived home. After clearing the table and loading the dishwasher, Megan stretched. Dakota averted his eyes. Damn, the woman had a body that could tempt a saint.

  “I think I’ll go soak in the tub for a while,” she told him.

  “All right.” He lay down on the couch as she started toward the stairs. He glanced over his shoulder at her to see her stopped midway up the stairs and he raised his eyebrows at her.

  “I’m sure there’s more than enough room for two, if you’re interested.” Then she turned and walked up the stairs.

  His dick twitched at the thought. No. He couldn’t do it. He said he wouldn’t have sex with her again. He couldn’t let her back in. Who the fuck are you trying to kid? She’s already in! He shook his head. There was no way he was going up to that bathroom and get in the tub with her. No. No. No. Sighing, he stood and walked toward the stairs. He stopped before taking the first step and argued with himself. He shouldn’t do this but damn it, he wanted her so much. He’d want her until the day he died.

  Taking a deep breath, he took the stairs two at a time, pulling his T-shirt off over his head as he entered the bedroom, tossed the shirt on the bed, then entered the bathroom. She was standing beside the tub, watching the water fill the modern claw foot tub. She’d poured bubble bath in it and the memories came slamming back at him. They used to take baths together all the time.

  He slowly moved toward her. She turned to look at him and he could see her eyes glistening with tears.

  “I didn’t think you’d show,” she whispered.

  He grasped her arms in his hands and pulled her up against him. Right before his lips touched hers, he whispered, “How could I not?”

  He pressed his lips to hers then lifted her shirt off over her head and his hands went to the snap of her jeans. He unsnapped them and lowered the zipper then shoved them down her slim hips. The sight of her in her black lace panties had him gulping for air. She stepped out of her jeans and he kneeled in front of her and ran his hands up and down her legs. When she shivered, he smiled. He leaned forward and blew a hot breath at the flimsy material covering her strip of curls. She moaned.

  “Do you remember when I told you I’d find out if your hair color was natural?” He ran his tongue up her panties to her belly button and her fingers fisted in his hair.

  “Yes,” she hissed.

  “I was so glad to see you weren’t lying. I love this color.” He pulled at her panties with his teeth, snapping the elastic.

  “Kota, please,” she begged.

  “I will please you, Nutmeg. I promise.” He moved her to the edge of the tub and had her sit down. Pulling her panties down, he tossed them across the room then moved his hands up the inside of her legs and pushed them apart. He ran his tongue up her thigh to her curls and flicked at her slit. He moved a finger along her curls then dipped it inside her slit, but not inside her.

  “You’re so wet. For me?”

  “Yes, always for you.” Her head tilted back.

  “Always for me,” he whispered against her then he moved his tongue through her curls as his finger slowly moved inside her. “I want you to come for me, Megan. I always loved making you come. You never held back. I want that now, baby.”

  Her fingers clutched tighter in his hair as he sucked on her clitoris and moved his fingers inside her. He felt her inner muscles clench around his fingers then she came against his mouth, screaming out his name and shuddering against him.

  “God, you know what to do to me, Dakota.”

  He stood and pushed his sweatpants off and his cock sprang forward. He saw her look at it and then wrapped her hand around him. He groaned and put his hand over hers.

  “Later. Let’s get in the tub. I might even let you wash me.” He grinned.

  “I’d love to.” She smiled at him.

  Dakota knew this was wrong but he wasn’t going to pass up any chance to be with her. Why should he deny himself the pleasure of having her while she was here? Maybe he’d get his fill of her and when she left, he could finally say good riddance. He almost snorted. Yeah, right. That would never happen. This woman was the love of his life. Maybe what he should be doing is trying to convince her to come back to him. She said she loved him. She told him it hadn’t been about his money and she had apologized for not coming with him.

  He’d just have to take it slow and see what happened. It was all he could do right now. With Aiden out there and Caporale looking for him, and possibly her, Dakota would go slow with her. He looked at her. She sat across from him with her head leaning back against the side of the tub.

  “I thought you were going to wash me, not take a nap,” he said as he scooted closer to her and he watched a smile touch her lips.

  “Hand me the soap, cowboy and I’ll take care of you.”

  Dakota groaned. “Maybe that isn’t such a good idea.”

  Megan laughed. “Too late now. Soap.” She held her hand out and wiggled her fingers. After a slight hesitation, he handed her the soap and watched her lather it up in her hands. She started at his neck and moved her soapy hands down his chest. When she grabbed his cock, he almost shot out of the tub.

  “Just relax, big guy. I’ll clean you up.”

  “Christ, you’re evil,” he murmured.

  She laughed low in her throat and ran her hands down his legs and back up to his dick. She washed his balls and moved up along his belly to his chest again then leaned forward, and kissed him on the lips.

  Dakota spread his legs, pulled her between them, and deepened the kiss. He moved his tongue into her mouth as his hands cupped her face.

  “I will never get enough of you, Megan. Never,” he whispered against her lips before taking them in a hard kiss. He forced her mouth open wider and moved his tongue into the hot, wet, sweetness. She moaned low in her throat and it vibrated against his lips. He broke the kiss and pulled away from her. “I want you.”

  “Yes, please.” She stared into his eyes.

  Standing, he grabbed a towel. “Stand.”

  She did, and after stepping from the tub, he dried her off then himself then scooped her up and carried her to his bedroom where he laid her on the bed and came down beside her. Leaning over her, he pressed his lips to hers.

  “I’m so hard, I ache,” he said against her lips before taking them in a deep kiss. Her hand snaked down his chest, to his stomach, and then wrapped aroun
d his cock. She moved her hand up and down the length of him then pushed him to his back and started kissing his neck, down his chest, to his rippled abs, and then she placed her mouth over him and ran her tongue along the head and down his hard cock. Her hand wrapped around him and pumped as she sucked on him. He couldn’t stop his hips from bucking, and his hands from fisting in her hair. He moaned as she made his dick wet with her mouth. She always knew how to drive him wild. Her hand moved down to cup his balls and she gently massaged him as she continued to move her mouth down over him. Anytime she moaned, it vibrated against his hard cock.

  “Shit. Megan. Stop,” he growled.

  “I’m not done––” She ended in a squeal when he tossed her to her back and moved between her legs. When he reached toward the nightstand for a condom, she placed her hand over his. “I’m still on the pill.”

  Upon hearing that news, and without hesitation, he groaned and thrust into her. “I have to take you fast and hard this time. I have to.”

  “Yes...” she hissed out.

  Dakota pulled out and slammed back into her. Again, and again. Her moans were driving him insane. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he continued to pound into her. He could feel her clenching around him right before she cried out. Dakota growled then came hard right behind her. He swore he saw stars but continued to pump a few more times then finally collapsed on her. Her arms wrapped around his sweat slicked back.

  “Fuck. That was good,” he muttered in her ear.

  When she nodded her head, he raised his to look down at her. She was panting and had a huge grin on her face. She opened one eye and looked at him then laughed. He grinned, kissed her quickly, and rolled off her.

  “Now, I need another bath.”

  He laughed. “You’re the one who said you were on the pill.”

  She swatted at him as she got out of the bed. “I’ll take a quick shower.”

  “I’ll just wash off. I’d join you but I need a nap.” He yawned.

  “Can I use your shower?”

  “Of course, and I expect you to sleep in this bed.”

  “Where are you sleeping?” She laughed when he growled at her.

  They entered the bathroom together. Megan took a shower and Dakota washed off. Entering the bedroom, he pulled the blanket back. He’d wait until she came back was his last thought, just before he fell asleep.

  ****

  Megan entered the bedroom to find Dakota sound asleep. She was hoping he’d still be up so they could cuddle. He used to love to cuddle with her after sex. Climbing into the bed, she rolled toward him, placing her head on his chest. His arms wrapped around her, making her smile. There would never be another man like this one in her life. Not ever. She loved him more than she thought it possible to love anyone.

  Nibbling on her bottom lip, she thought about what was going to happen when all of this was over. Would he send her away? Did she want to go back to Denver? The answer to that was a resounding, no. She wanted to stay here with Dakota for as long as he wanted her. Did he want her though? Was he still angry with her for refusing to move here with him? She loved the ranch and she knew she’d been so wrong not to come here with him. She’d wanted a life with him, and his babies. They’d talked about it all the time but she’d let Aiden sway her decision and she’d never forget the day she and Dakota fought about it...

  “Dakota, you have something on your mind. Tell me,” she whispered to him as they lay on a bale of hay in the barn.

  “I want to move back home.”

  Sitting up, she frowned. “Home?”

  “Yes. Here, to Dry River. I want to run for district attorney and help Nathan run the ranch. I’ve told you this before.”

  “I know you did, but I didn’t think it would be so soon.”

  Dakota sat up. “Megan, I miss my home...my friends, and my brother. You know Nathan and I always talked about working together. With me as the local D.A., we’d work together to put criminals away. I want you to come back here with me. Marry me.”

  “You want to marry me?”

  “Of course I do, Megan. I love you. Please say you’ll come back here with me.”

  She scooted off the bale and stood. “I already talked to Aiden about this and he won’t move here.”

  “So?”

  “He’s my brother, Kota.”

  “And Nathan’s mine.”

  “Yes, he is and you want to be close to him like I want to be close with Aiden.”

  Dakota stood. “Aiden can take care of himself. It’s time he learned how.”

  “He’s all I have!”

  “You have me! Damn it, Megan. Let him grow up. I want you here with me.”

  “Dakota, I don’t know...”

  “You should know. I want you here with me,” he repeated.

  “You have a great position in Denver. Why do you want to give that up? All your friends––”

  “My real friends are here. Either you come here with me or it’s over.”

  “Over? You’d just end it like that?”

  “It’s not just like that; we talked about this—months ago. I told you I wanted this. What is it? You won’t have the nightlife anymore. The parties? You’ll have to give them up to live here, is that it? So you only wanted the life I could give you there...in Denver.”

  “That’s not true,” she shouted.

  “It sure seems that way. You only wanted my money and what it could provide for you.” He walked away from her, but then spun back to face her. “I thought you loved me but all you ever really loved was my money. Fine. Go back to Denver and take care of your pussy brother, who has been nothing but trouble. But I’m telling you right now...if you leave here, I will never take you back.”

  She wiped the tears away that were streaming down her cheeks. “How am I supposed to get home?”

  “So you’re going?” he asked. “Damn it, Megan. Nathan can drive you to the airport. Goodbye.” He walked away from her to his office in the barn and slammed the door behind him.

  Now lying next to him, she wiped the tears away. She’d been so stupid not to stay here with him. It had never been about his money or the life he provided. It was all about him. She fell in love with him before she even knew how much money he had. Money had nothing to do with it. It had been the man...always the man. Oh, she loved the ranch too, it was beautiful, and she knew she’d make friends with his friend’s wives. She’d met them all and they all made her feel welcome. If she had moved here, they’d be great friends by now. Emily, Isabella, Kendra, Roni, and Chloe had all treated her as if they’d known her forever. She had one friend in Denver and they weren’t even close, just work associates. She liked to believe that Allison was her best friend, when in truth she was her only co-worker.

  “What are you crying about?” Dakota’s voice rumbled in her ear.

  “Aiden. I’m worried about him,” she lied, swiping at her tears.

  “I wish I could tell you it’ll be all right but honestly, I don’t know.”

  “I know.” She sighed.

  “He’s in a lot of trouble. Between the embezzling charges and Caporale, he’s up shit’s creek without a paddle.”

  “Do you use that kind of defense in court?”

  Dakota chuckled. “Straight to the point, that’s me.”

  “Talking in court like that is how you got to be the best defense attorney in Denver?”

  He flipped her to her back. “You know it, darlin’. Now I’m the best district attorney in Dry River County.”

  “And you really love it, don’t you?” She gazed up at him.

  “Yes. Now, can we talk about something else?”

  “Sure. What do you want to talk about?”

  He moved his face to her neck, and then nibbled on her ear. “How about how I’m going to make you scream my name so loud, the ranch hands will know it.”

  “Uh, the ranch hands already know your name.”

  “Damn. I forgot about that.”

  She started laughing
but when Dakota kissed her neck and moved down her chest to her breasts, she forgot what was funny. He took a nipple into his mouth and sucked on it then moved over to the other one, making them stiffen into peaks. He kissed and licked his way down her stomach to her strip of curls where he moved his tongue through them to her clitoris. Gasping, she clutched fistfuls of his hair in her hands. He sucked on it and lapped at it with his tongue. She bent her knees to give him better access. When he rubbed his teeth against it, she cried out as her orgasm hit her hard. As she lay there, trying to catch her breath, Dakota flipped her to her stomach and pulled her hips up then he slowly inched into her from behind. She rose up on her hands and knees then thrust her hips back at him. Pushing her shoulders down to the bed, he moved into her deeper. Megan groaned as he moved in and out of her slowly. She tried to move her hips back against him faster but he chuckled and grabbed her hips to keep it slow.

  “Dakota. Kota, you’re killing me. Please, baby,” she pleaded.

  He groaned. “Damn you. All you have to do is call me baby and I lose it.” He pounded into her hard from behind and dug his hands into her hips.

  Megan could feel a fresh wave of orgasm washing over her and she put her face in the pillow and screamed. Dakota slammed into her a few more times before he groaned out her name. She could feel him throbbing inside her as he came. They both fell forward trying to catch their breaths. He rolled to his back and took deep breaths. She could feel the sweat on her back and between her breasts. She glanced over to him and saw the sweat glistening on his chest. Rolling toward him, she placed her hand over his pounding heart. He turned his head to look at her. Their eyes met and held, and then he slowly smiled at her.

  “It was always good with us, wasn’t it?”

  “Yes. Dakota...I’m so sorry for what happened between us. I know it was my fault for not coming with you. I should have and I regret that decision every day. Aiden would pull the sympathy card and whine about how he’d be alone. I should have stood up to him and told him I wanted to be with you.” She rose up on her elbow and stared down into that gorgeous face. “It wasn’t your money, Kota. It was you. Only you.”