Fierce Obsession: LA Ruthless: Book 4 (L.A. Ruthless Series)
Fierce Obsession: Chapter 4

After I bring our bags in and finish locking up, I check the fridge. It’s fully stocked like I asked and I also notice a bottle of champagne in there that wasn’t on the shopping list I sent ahead.

I pick it up and examine the label. It’s a good vintage. But, I suppose booze is an area of expertise for my father. Shaking my head, I slide it back into the fridge to save for tomorrow.

I half expect Lucia will be sound asleep by the time I get upstairs. It’s almost one a.m. here, and we’re still on L.A time so it’s been a long day for both of us. I might just wake her anyway and fuck her back to sleep in our new bed, in our new house.

I look around the expansive kitchen with a huge island in the center, just like Lucia talked about. When she first mentioned the possibility of turning this old barn into a house for us, I dismissed it, thinking that we’d spend so little time here, it would be easier to stay in the main house. It’s certainly big enough. But when I realized just how much she and Matthias had fallen in love with this ranch, I knew I had to make a home here for us. A place to call our own. A place where I can make her come as loudly as I want without her having to spend the next morning blushing every time someone looked at her.

I have to hand it to Harvey, he has risen to this particular challenge. Yeah, it was the contractors who did the work, but he oversaw every aspect of it. He must have done to have the place looking like this — exactly how she described it to me. I’ve spent the last six months pumping her for information, under the guise of daily chit chat over our morning coffee, and then passing it onto Harvey.

I had wondered about the implications of asking him. I mean I didn’t want him to get the wrong idea about me and him. Just because we were in contact, didn’t mean our relationship had changed. It was all about the house, and nothing more. To his credit, he never pushed for more, and he did a great job here. And the look on her face when we pulled up outside. Fuck me! She looked like a kid on Christmas morning. I can’t believe she actually thought I’d take her to my aunt’s and father’s house for our honeymoon. She expects so little yet deserves so much.

I grab two bottles of water and switch off the lights before heading up to bed. When I walk into the room, she’s lying under the covers, her arms behind her head and thankfully not asleep.

“I was just about to come replace you,” she says with a smile.

I start to pull off my shirt. “Sorry, baby, I was just locking up.”

“Always so security conscious,” she giggles. “Even here in the middle of nowhere.”

I arch an eyebrow at her. “Even here, Luce. I would never take a chance with your safety. You know that.”

“I do,” she grins at me. “But that doesn’t mean I’m not going to ride you on that rocking chair on the porch, cowboy.”

“Well, I’d be disappointed if you didn’t, baby.”

Sitting on the bed, I pull off my boots and toss them into the corner before taking off the rest of my clothes.

“I hope you’re naked under there, Mrs. Decker,” I say as I slip beneath the covers.

“Of course,” she breathes as I slide my hand over her stomach and then between her thighs.

She winces when I slip my fingers between her folds.

“Are you sore, baby?”

“No,” she purrs.

“Don’t lie to me.”

“Well, maybe just a tiny bit, but I still want you, Jax,” she breathes, rocking her hips against my hand.

“What do you want?” I tease her as I circle her clit softly, careful to be gentle with her after the way I took her on the plane.

We have a whole week here and I intend to spend most of my time naked with her.

“Your fingers and your cock,” she pants and my cock hardens.

I love how she asks me for what she wants. It took her a while to be confident enough to do it without blushing.

“Both?” I whisper in her ear. “So fucking greedy for me, angel.”

“Yeah. You’ve created a monster,” she giggles as she takes hold of my hand and guides my fingers lower, right where she wants me.

“Oh, you want my fingers inside you?” I ask as I slide one into her soft, wet pussy. “Not on your needy little clit?”

“I want both,” she hisses as I add a second and rub that spot inside her that makes her whimper.

As I rub the pad of my thumb over her clit, her soft little whimpers turn to moans.

“Such a good girl.” My teeth graze the soft shell of her ear. “I’m gonna make you come and then you’re going to show me exactly how you want my cock, angel. You got that?”

“God, yes,” she groans, bucking her hips and chasing her orgasm.

I’m too desperate to fuck her to draw her pleasure out any longer. I push my fingers deeper, rubbing harder against that sweet spot while I press on her clit with the pad of my thumb and she comes apart for me, her nails digging into my forearm as she rides the waves of her climax.

As soon as she stops trembling, I slide my fingers out of her and roll onto my back. “Come ride me, baby,” I groan as my cock aches to be in her pussy.

She climbs on top of me. One hand on my chest to steady herself while she grabs my shaft with the other before sliding herself onto me. Her juices slick my cock as her walls squeeze me tight.

“Fuck me, you’re fucking perfect,” I hiss as I reach for her tits, kneading them in my palms as she starts to roll her hips over me. “Show me how much you love my cock.”

“God, Jax,” she groans, milking me as she rides me.

Her cum runs out of her, slicking her thighs and my groin as she brings us both close to the edge. I slide one hand down to her clit and begin to rub before grabbing hold of her waist with my other hand. I rock my hips into her, matching her rhythm and sinking deeper inside her with each thrust.

She looks down at me through her long dark lashes. “You just can’t help yourself, can you?” she purrs. “One of these days, I’m going to have to tie you up, cowboy.”

“I’d like to see you try, angel,” I growl.

Rubbing her clit harder, my fingertips dig into the skin of her waist while I hold her in place as I fuck her.

Her eyes roll back in her head as she comes hard for me, because the truth is she loves me being in control. I watch her fall apart around me as I grind out my own release. When we’re both done, she lies on top of me and we both pant for breath.

I run my fingertips up and down her back, careful to avoid her ticklish spots and she sighs in contentment. “I love you,” she whispers.

“I love you too, angel.”

“You mind if I fall asleep right here, dripping cum onto you?” she giggles softly.

I pull the covers up around us both and then wrap my arms around her before planting a soft kiss on her head. “There’s nowhere else in the world I’d rather you be than in my arms, baby,” I whisper but she’s already fallen asleep.