ThreeReasonsWhy by Mari Carr

mother had often referred to
her as a force to be reckoned with. She’d always taken that as a compliment,
even though she knew there were more than a few times when her mother hadn’t
meant it as such. She was a no-nonsense, grab-the-bull-by-the-horns kind of
girl and she preferred it that way. She directed her own course and determined
her own destiny, whether in life or in the bedroom. She took what she wanted.
Always had, always would.
    As Wes ran his hands along her spine, she shivered with the
realization that tonight, with this man, she wanted someone else to take the
wheel. She wanted him to control their destiny, even if it was only for a
little while. She trusted him. Knew he would give her everything she wanted
without holding back.
    When his hands reached her ass, she couldn’t conceal her
groan of delight.
    She trusted Wes. Implicitly. She knew with every fiber of
her being that he would never hurt her, never betray her. Had she ever trusted
a man before? Her mind raced over the question and answered with a resounding no .
    He picked something up from the bed, and she realized he’d
already helped himself to several items in her fun drawer.
    Cool, slippery gel landed on her ass, surprising her, and
she jumped a bit.
    “Shh,” Wes soothed as he slowly worked the slick lubrication
into her with one finger. She’d bought the butt plug out of curiosity several
years earlier, and she’d been shocked to discover how much she enjoyed the
sensations it evoked in her body. Before Wes, she’d never trusted any of her
lovers enough to try the dark, sensual act. It was too personal, too
private…too special.
    As soon as she thought the words, an uneasy twinge nagged at
the edge of her conscience. What the hell was she doing? She’d said she would
keep him at a distance. Was this her idea of distance?
    For a moment, she stiffened, determined to pull away, but
when Wes added more lubrication and another finger to his delicious torment,
she knew she was lost.
    Over and over, Wes worked his fingers in her ass, and she
was touched by the care, the time he was taking to make sure she was ready for
him. Unfortunately, he was too cautious, too slow, and despite her thrusts against
his fingers and her demands that he take her, he refused to be rushed.
    “Not yet,” he murmured as he pushed in a third finger. She
gasped at the fullness, the glorious vibrations rippling through her.
    “Now,” she repeated. She wanted him, and damn it, she wasn’t
going to be denied. “Now, Wes.”
    He pulled his fingers out and slowly replaced them with his
hard cock. She breathed a sigh of relief as he moved into her with delicate
care. He was answering her need, fulfilling her body’s desire for something she’d
long ago resigned herself to never having. Was there anything he wouldn’t give
her, do for her?
    Inch by thick inch, he worked his way inside, his firm grip
on her hips proving once again that he was in charge. He would give her what
she wanted, but it would be on his terms. When at last he was seated to the
hilt, he paused, leaning forward, draping himself over her so he could place
his lips at her ear.
    “Do you like this?”
    “Do you have to ask?” she answered, trying unsuccessfully to
push back against him, trying to grasp one more millimeter of his beautiful
cock.
    “I’m going to fuck you hard, pixie,” he said, the hands on
her hips tightening slightly, betraying his own overwhelming need. “Tell me if
you don’t want that.”
    “Don’t hold back,” she said. “I’ll know if you do and I’ll
make you sorry.”
    He chuckled lightly at her breathless threat before pushing
himself upright on his knees. He was true to his word. He took her with all the
desire she felt. With all the unrequited needs she had allowed to build up
during a lifetime of loveless affairs. In her quest to keep her lovers at arm’s
length, she’d failed to understand the true meaning of passion, of craving, of
love.
    “I love