Free Breathless by Bonnie Edwards

she planned to rock his world. His head entered slowly, probing, splitting her folds and teasing the walls of her channel.
    She raised her hips, took more…
    “What the hell?” she said, as he pressed against a barrier. Stella wouldn’t have any kind of birth-control device in place. There was nothing to slip out of place or block the way.
    Stella was a virgin!
    Colt slid back a little, his expression confounded. “Stella! You’re—” But her hands grasping his ass made it clear he wasn’t going anywhere but straight in.
    “Take me, Colt. All the way. Please,” she pleaded. Colt’s fingers had been in as far as they could go. But his long cock went deeper, found her maidenhead again, and eased through, opening her channel.
    Freeing her!
    Only to hold her captive. Blue had betrayed Stella in the most elemental way. Until now, sex with Colt had been fun and good for Blue’s battered spirit. But this had changed Stella’s body forever.
    Wherever she was, did she know? Did she feel the change? Did she know Blue was in love with the man who’d taken Stella’s virginity?

8
    B lue had lost her virginity years before, but Stella’s was way easier. Maybe because she wasn’t a teenager. Maybe because she was so damn horny she could scream. Maybe because Colt’s fingers had stretched her earlier. Maybe because her heart was already in his snare. Soon, she let all thought slip away, and let Colt draw her back to the moment, to the realness of being here with him. Like this.
    Deep between her legs, Colt pumped in and out of her like a steam piston. Her sticky clit sought the base of his cock, and when she arched, she felt the incredible surge of tension she craved.
    “Stella,” he crooned into her ear, his lips finding her shoulder, nipping her gently. He plunged deeper still and she shuddered when he flooded her, the force of his orgasm taking her into her own. “My love, my life. My own.”
     
    “I can’t promise myself to you, Colt. Not yet.” She picked at the soft cotton tablecloth. They’d rescued the top half of the stew, but it sat in their bowls, untouched.
    He sipped at a stiff drink. Having a dutiful marriage proposal turned down could do that to a guy, she supposed.
    After a round of some of the best sex she’d ever had, everything passionate about their encounter fizzled when Colt had proposed.
    Actually, that wasn’t quite right. Everything had fizzled when she’d refused him. “But, it isn’t that I don’t want to continue in this relationship. I want to be with you. Let’s just see how this works out.” Twenty-first-century conversation with a twentieth-century man didn’t translate well.
    “I’d heard that Belle was raised by a mother steeped in the Free Love Movement, but hearing this from you is a shock. You’ve cleaned up the messes from illegitimate births and seen the devastation they cause. Women thrown out of the family homes, discarded by the men who’ve mistreated them! I don’t know how you can be cavalier about something so serious.”
    “The prophylactic didn’t break, Colt. We’re fine.”
    “But—”
    She put up a hand to stop his wild talk. It was wild to her but perfectly sane to him. No one got married because they’d had sex in her time. No one.
    She ached for him. He was so confused. She’d made it clear she felt strongly for him, and now, here she was denying those very feelings. Not to mention that Belle would be furious if she found out he’d proposed and she’d tried to put off her response.
    But how could she do more damage to Stella? It was wrong, no matter how she looked at it. Stella was innocent in this whole mess, and she was the one who would have to live with everything Blue left behind.
    If only Blue could sort out why this switch had occurred, and whether it was permanent. If it was permanent, then she could happily marry Colt and raise Belle’s child as theirs. Everything could work out. Colt was magnificent, generous in spirit and