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“Because of Janey. ” Crista lifted her head and stared up at Dawg, suddenly suspecting why Natches had never fought back.
“Janey?” he asked.
“Natches’s sister. ”
“I know who Janey is, but what does she have to do with this?”
“Maybe he didn’t fight back because he was afraid Dayle would turn his aggression on Janey.
Maybe he was trying to wait until she was old enough to run if she had to. ”
Janey was a lot younger than Natches, at least ten years younger. She would have been ten or eleven when Natches was publicly disowned so long ago.
“Maybe,” Dawg said thoughtfully before sighing heavily. “God help the bastard if he ever hit her, though. Natches would murder him. ”
“Do we really have to do this, Dawg?” she finally asked on a sigh. “Push Johnny like that? It could be dangerous. ”
“Only for Johnny. ” His voice darkened, sending a shiver up her spine at the danger that filled it.
“Mark my words, Crista, I won’t let him get away with this. He knew what he was doing when he decided to frame you. And he should have known what would happen if I ever figured out what was going on. ”
She parted her lips to argue further but found herself instead flat on her back on the bed and staring up at Dawg in surprise.
“Enough about Johnny,” he growled. “And I’ve waited long enough to collect on that little tease by the lake earlier. ”
“Tease?” she gasped in mocking offense. “That was no tease, Dawg Mackay. You weren’t exactly groaning because you didn’t get to come, you know. ”
“It was a tease, pure and simple. ” His hand pushed the hem of her camisole top up over her stomach. “All I got to do was lick that sweet pussy while you drove me insane with your mouth. I need more. Sweet heaven, Crista. I need so much more of you. ”
Her shirt was pulled slowly from her and tossed to the floor.
“Keep your arms there. ” He pressed them against the mattress, above her head, as she had done with him earlier beneath the wind and the sky. “Let me unwrap you, Crista. My own special present. I must have been a very good boy at some point to deserve this. ”
Her throat tightened at the emotion in his voice, at the tenderness in his touch, as he released the catch of her bra and drew it from her as well.
His hands cupped her swollen breasts, his thumbs raking over her nipples as his gaze darkened at the sight of the flushed tips.
“Would you have nursed our child?” he asked her, his voice incredibly deep, filled with regret and hunger, pain and longing.
“Yes. ” Crista arched into his touch, feeling her nipples tighten further as his finger and thumb gripped the pebble-hard tip.
“Would you have let me watch?” His head lowered, his lips feathering over her collarbone as Crista arched to the heated caress.
“Yes. ” She moaned the word.
His fingers were tormenting her nipples, making her wild for the touch of his lips, lips that were moving slowly over one flushed mound, his tongue licking at her flesh as it came closer to the aching tip.
“I love your breasts. How they feel, how they taste. How hard and hot your little nipples get for me. ” His hands cupped the mounds again, plumping them, lifting one closer to his lips as his tongue arrowed on the stiff peak.
When his mouth covered it, Crista was on the verge of begging. Once the heat of his suckling mouth and the lash of his tongue took possession of it, she was begging.
“Dawg. Please. ” Her hands fisted in the blanket beneath her. “More. Harder. ”
His touch was light, tender. She needed hard and hot. She needed the hunger she could feel barely leashed inside him. A hunger that was tearing through her, clenching in her pussy, spasming her womb.
“Harder, darlin’?” He licked over her nipple. “I don’t want to rush this. I want to build the burn inside you. I want you ready for anything, for everything I can give you. ”
And she remembered exactly what he could give her when he touched her slow and easy. When each deliberate caress built the fire inside her to the point that pleasure bordered pain, and pain became a sensation so erotic that even the most wicked acts were the ones that brought the greatest pleasure. The most sensation.
