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There was nothing to do but take what he was giving her; accept his dominance and possession. She managed to glance back and the feral expression on his face should have frightened her, but all it did was add to her arousal and need. He watched as his dick impaled her and writhed upon it. All she could do was moan and give over to him, surrender every part of her that she had managed to maintain as separate.
His point made, she thought, he began to pound into her, his thighs making harsh contact with the raised wheals as he dragged his cock over that sweet spot deep inside her again and again. He grunted and groaned with the exertion, and she could feel as well as hear every sound.
As he thrust into her, her inner walls shook and quivered as she gave herself up to the intensity of the pleasure he inflicted. The rapidity of her breathing increased, and the moans became whimpers as another orgasm approached faster than should have been possible.
Her body stiffened in anticipation, and she began to pant, terrified of the amount of pleasure she was about to feel, embarrassed he could undo her in this very primal way. Suddenly, Harper fell over the edge as he gave one hard, ferocious thrust deep inside her. Screaming in ecstasy, her pussy spasmed as it clamped down hard, greedily milking his cock as he ground against her, emptying his cum into her.
The orgasm went on and on, seemingly endless until she was almost begging for it to end, not sure if she could take any more. The little tremors racing through her body afterwards made her whimper, and he continued to move, spurting the last drops of his seed into her.
And then, it was done. He pulled back, stuffed his still semi-erect cock back into his jeans before buttoning up and lifting her naked, exhausted, and bound body over his shoulder, and headed up to the farmhouse, carrying her like some barbarian back from the war with his prize.
Harper woke the next morning, spooned against Spence’s solid frame. His face was buried in her hair, and she could hear and feel him quietly snoring. It was about time. He had barely let her get any sleep after he’d deposited her in their bed. The sun was well up and when she glanced at the old mantle clock on her dresser, she was only slightly surprised to see it was after nine. She knew that Spence had arranged for Dusty to take care of the chores today.
When he had brought her up to the house, Spence had gone into their bedroom, untied her, coiling and tossing the lasso over the footboard on his side before telling her to get on her hands and knees at the edge of the bed. Without any further foreplay, he’d grasped her hips and mounted her from behind again in the same possessive and dominant way. She had been so aroused by all that had happened down in the barn, she came as he thrust home and then several more times before he had finally plunged deep and came in her with a heavy groan.
When he’d pulled out, he’d tossed her on her back and played and fondled her until he was hard again and settled himself back between her legs. Most people wouldn’t recognize it for what it was, but Harper knew he was on the cusp of being out of control, and she could give at least a little bit of it back to him. She’d had a large hand in putting him there so gave over to him quickly, giving him absolute control in at least one area of his life.
Spence had used variations of that pattern all night long. They hadn’t spoken much but had communicated a great deal. Three messages came through loud and clear: they were a committed couple, he was the dominant partner, and he would take her to task if she disobeyed him or endangered herself. But the point that had been driven home repeatedly was that he had given her his heart and soul for safekeeping, and she had done the same. It was only when he had felt that the last one had taken hold had he allowed them both to sleep.
“Good morning, sweetheart,” he said, nuzzling against her. “You were magnificent last night.”
She rubbed against him, reveling in his warmth and love. “You were… I don’t know what you were, but I’m glad you were.”
He moved away from her, but before she could protest, he’d tipped her onto her back before pinning her beneath him and kissing her hard.
“I’m the man who will keep you safe, blister your backside when you don’t behave, pummel your pussy harder when you do, and love you forever.”
“Is that a bundled deal or can I pick and choose what I want from the items offered?”
CHAPTER18
After they made love, he lifted her in his arms and carried her to the shower where he picked up a soapy sponge and gently began to wash her clean. She leaned back against him, relying on his steady strength to support her. After they were finished, she grabbed one of Spence’s shirts, dragged it on, and pulled her wet hair up into a ponytail.
“Babe, you might want to get dressed,” he said pulling on his Levi’s.
“What for? Dusty’s seen me in your shirts lots of times,” she said backing through their bedroom door.
The loud shout of “Surprise!” almost made her jump out of her skin.
She was stunned. Standing before her were the two members of Spence’s team, Bill and Alice, and the Flights of Fancy Girls, as they’d renamed themselves: Etta, Devon, Morgan, and their husbands.
“What the hell?” asked Harper, looking at Spence, who was grinning from ear-to-ear. He’d known there were people out here waiting for them, not only when he’d allowed her to sleep in, but when he’d made love to her, and they’d taken a shower together. “You sonofabitch,” she tried to snarl but couldn’t quite pull it off.
“You’re so adorable when you’re angry.”
“I am not ‘adorable,’ I’m too tall to be adorable.” She grimaced, looking around at everyone. “I hope somebody went grocery shopping because I don’t know that we have enough food for everybody.”
“Not to worry, sweetheart. There were people out early this morning fishing, others went grocery shopping, and everyone plans to pitch in to make dinner and a cake.”
“Why do we need a cake?” she asked, wondering how the hell she was going to bake a cake large enough for all those who were gathered.
“According to Morgan,” said Spence, “you can’t have a wedding without a cake.”
“Are we having a wedding? Who’s getting married? Oh wait, are you asking me to marry you?”
“That depends entirely on your answer. If it’s yes, then I am asking you to marry me. If you’re going to be difficult, then I’m telling you, and we can continue the discussion in our bedroom.”
There were hoots and catcalls from everyone in the house.
