Ian's Ultimate Gamble ; Seduction, Westmoreland Style

by Brenda Jackson

  “McKinnon?”

  The sound of her voice jerked him erect, in more ways than one. He brought the car to a stop before turning to her. His body hardened even more from the sound of her throaty tone when she said, “Would you like to come to the guesthouse for a night cap?”

  His mind raced ahead, thinking of going to her place for more than a night cap. McKinnon released a heated sigh and said, “I’d love to.”

  The way he figured it, he should be feeling some guilt since the only thing he would be offering her was an affair that would lead nowhere. But the decision had been hers. He’d told her what she was in for and he hadn’t made her any promises. She had accepted his terms and knowing she was a Westmoreland, the only thing that had made him decide to move ahead was in knowing she wanted him as much as he wanted her.

  He knew it. It was there in her gaze each time they’d made eye contact at the party. No matter who he had been conversing with, he had known every moment her gaze had sought him out. He had felt it and the heated warmth of it had sizzled his skin whenever it had slid over him.

  Getting out of the car, he walked to the other side to open the door for her. After leaning down and undoing her seat belt, he tried not to notice how the hem of her skirt had ridden up, or that he could see a nice portion of her creamy dark thighs. He felt tension tighten in his belly and he tried get a grip on his control. He offered her his hand and the moment they touched, his pulse immediately kicked up a notch.

  “Thanks.”

  That did it. Instead of releasing her hand when she stood directly in front of him, he tugged on it, tumbling her into his arms. Every part of him was ready, especially his mouth that immediately snatched the breath from hers.

  The tension eased from his body the moment their tongues touched, mingled, mated. It was like a homecoming and he spread his hands wide across her bottom to illustrate his point. He needed to kiss her, feel her, touch her, and at the moment it didn’t matter that they were standing in the middle of his yard in the dark while he had his way with her mouth.

  The only thing that mattered to him was that she was letting him. Not only letting him, but participating in a way that had hot blood running through his veins. The kiss then got so intense he thought it was time to take it indoors before he was tempted to take her right there against his car. He slowly pulled his mouth away. His arousal had increased as a result of her wild and reckless response to him.

  “Let’s finish this inside.” He closed the car door, took her hand and they walked toward the guesthouse.

  CHAPTER TEN

  It took every ounce of willpower Casey possessed to walk beside McKinnon on sturdy legs. She had deliberately baited him by making the tale of Roving Rogue and Hot Pursuit sound as erotic as she could. And while he’d tried keeping his gaze glued to the road, her gaze had been glued to him—at least to that area where his crotch was located.

  She had watched him get aroused, larger than anything she’d ever imagined. And as she had observed the transformation, a tingling of desire had slid sensuously down her spine. What would take place once they were behind closed doors would not come as a surprise to either of them, but what would be a shocker to McKinnon was the next step in her plan of seduction.

  When she had dressed for the party she hadn’t a clue that he would return tonight, but her undergarments were sexy nonetheless. And from the way he had looked her up and down a few times at the party, she was well aware he liked her outer garments as well. The above-the-knee skirt had handkerchief-hem tiers of tawny chiffon with a matching fluttery tunic-style blouse. The moment she had looked in the mirror after slipping it on earlier, she’d felt feminine and sexy. And from the looks that several men had given her, they’d thought the same. But none of their interest had meant anything to her. McKinnon’s awareness was the one that mattered.

  Casey did her best to slow down her racing pulse when they reached the door. While she inserted the key into the lock, instead of standing back, McKinnon stood so close behind her that she could feel the hardness of his middle pressed against her bottom, letting her know how much he wanted her.

  She tensed in anticipation while opening the door, and the moment she stepped over the threshold and he followed her inside and closed the door behind him, he reached out before she had a chance to go too far. “Don’t you go anywhere,” he whispered huskily, his arms gently tightening around her waist as he pulled her to him and turned her around. “I want you.”

  And then he was kissing her with more hunger than ever before, pleasuring her mouth while his tongue provided frantic strokes all around the inside. The movement of it intensified and the taste of him was delicious and so teeth-chattering good.

  When he pulled back moments later, she automatically moaned out her protest and he placed small kisses along her lips and jaw in consolation. “Let’s get you out of these clothes,” he whispered as he proceeded to undress her, first taking her blouse and pulling it over her head, and then getting down on one knee to catch hold of her waist to tug the skirt down. She stepped out of it, leaving her exposed in just her matching thong, bra and high-heeled sandals.

  Instead of standing, he glanced up at her on bended knee and, reaching out, ran a slow finger up her leg and thigh to her center, the area barely covered by her thong. “Do you know that I carried your taste with me to D.C., and it was the only thing that held my sanity together those nights I slept in that hotel bed wanting you with a desperation that kept me hard all night?” he said while sliding the thong down her legs. “I didn’t know what your final answer would be when I returned, but after tasting you here that night…” he said as he caught her off-guard when he leaned forward and quickly swiped his tongue across her exposed womanly core, “…you became mine, Casey. All mine.”

  He tilted his head back and looked up at her. “And that’s why I was filled with so much anger when I arrived at the party and saw you with Summers,” he admitted in a low voice.

  Almost blinded with need, Casey met his gaze. “He means nothing to me and after you finish taking off my clothes, I’m going to prove it to you.”

  He smiled as he stood. “I’m holding you to that,” he said as he reached out and undid the front clasp of her bra. When it released, her breasts sprang forth as twin delectable globes. “I like the taste of these as well,” he said, bending over and swiping both nipples with the heat of his tongue, leaving them wet as he slid her bra off.

  Casey moaned. The sensations McKinnon’s tongue evoked were causing every place on her body to tug at her center and she felt a deep longing all over, especially in the area between her legs.

  “Now prove it,” he said in a quiet yet challenging tone as he took two backward steps.

  He glanced at her naked body up and down, and Casey fought for control as cool air touched her skin followed by the heat of his gaze. She had no qualms in proving anything to him. She had made up in her mind earlier tonight to treat him to a little Westmoreland seduction, and although she’d never used her tempting wiles on a man before, with McKinnon Quinn she intended to give it her best shot and then some. She might be a novice but when she finished with him he would see that she did have a lot of potential. So much that he would definitely want to keep her around.

  She knew from overhearing her brothers’ conversations that men preferred women who were bold and daring, and she was about to whip up as wanton as one could get.

  “Did I ever tell you what a great rider I am?” she asked, taking a step forward and reaching out and pulling his shirt from his jeans.

  The moment she began unbuttoning it, one button at a time, he inhaled deeply when her fingers slipped a couple of times touching his bare chest. “You didn’t have to,” he said huskily. “I’ve seen you ride several times.”

  She looked at him and lifted a brow. Other than that one time at her father’s place, if McKinnon had seen her ride she hadn’t been aware of it. As far as she’d known he had never been around when she’d mounted a horse
. Did that mean he’d been somewhere watching her without her knowing it?

  “Yes, that might be true,” she said, undoing the last button and pushing the shirt off his shoulders. “You might have seen me ride before, but you’ve never felt me ride…have you?” she finished off sweetly.

  She watched the darkening of his eyes and thought that now was not the time to add that no man had ever felt her ride before, but if she was an ace in riding a horse, it couldn’t be much different in riding a man. And she’d had a couple of sexually active female friends back in Beaumont swear that men loved women who rode them and weren’t hung up on the traditional way to make love.

  “No, I haven’t felt you,” he said, his irises getting even darker and his breathing getting deeper.

  “Would you like to feel me, McKinnon?”

  He nodded, not taking his eyes from her as he kicked off his shoes. “Hell, yeah.”

  “Good. But first I need to finish removing your clothes,” she said, removing his belt and tossing it aside to join his shirt. She then proceeded to unzip his jeans slowly while noticing the huge bulge pressed against them. “Ooh,” she moaned seductively. “It looks like someone is ready for that ride.”

  She got down on a bended knee, like he’d done earlier, to tug the jeans down his hips but didn’t stand back up when he kicked them aside. Instead she reached out and cupped him, testing the solidness through his briefs. “Now to get rid of the final piece,” she said, easing the briefs down his legs as she got down on the other knee as well.

  And when he stood in front of her stark naked, she leaned back on her hunches and admired his physique, especially one particular area. “W—wow,” she said admiringly, easing the word out slowly. She then glanced up beyond his center to take in all the man. He was tall and unerringly handsome with thick, dark hair flowing wildly around his creamy dark-skinned shoulders, and had a muscular chest that was sprinkled with strands that formed a path down to the center of him. The part of him she intended to ride.

  One good thing about having brothers and positioning yourself to overhear their supposedly private conversations was the ability to learn a lot about men and file that information away to use at an opportune time. She’d always thought the time would be right when she married the man destined to share her life forever. But now, she knew that man was McKinnon, even if what they shared only lasted through the night.

  Her brothers had once whispered about men having certain pleasure points on their body and according to them, a man’s staff was one of them. Mmm, she would see if that bit of information was true. Remembering all the wonderful and delectable things McKinnon had done to her earlier in the week, she decided when it came to love, anything was fair play.

  She reached out and shamelessly took hold of him, intent on getting a taste of him like he’d done with her. Using her tongue, she started by doing swirls and swipes all over his throbbing member like it was a lollipop. But before she could close her mouth over him, he quickly pulled her up into his arms. “No more. I need to be inside of you.”

  Cuddling her in his arms, he headed toward the bedroom. Once there he tumbled her on the covers before joining her, pinning her down beneath him. The eyes bearing down on her flared with heat, desperation and intense need. She frowned up at him, wanting to be the one in total control, wanting to be the one who did the seducing. “I want to ride you, McKinnon,” she said, pushing against him.

  “Whatever you want,” he said, shifting their bodies so she could be on top.

  And when she proceeded to straddle his body the same way she did a horse, she smiled down at him. “I see you’re ready and able,” she said, placing her center right over his straight-as-a-rod erection. She made a delicious moan as she eased down, lowering her body on his. Their gazes held, locked, and she could feel the thick head of him slowly entering her wetness.

  “Oh…it feels better than I ever dreamed of,” she whispered, balancing on her elbows and lowering herself upon him even more.

  While her eyes were still locked with his, she knew the exact moment he detected a barrier but before he could open his mouth to utter a single word, she shook her head. “No. Don’t say anything, McKinnon. Get the deed done. It’s what I want so just push up a little and go through it.”

  She saw the corner of his mouth edge into a stubborn frown as he fought to hold his body rigid. Funny thing about men, she quickly decided—they didn’t like surprises, but she was determined to make this one he enjoyed. She wiggled her body and knew from his sharp intake of breath she had managed to touch another pleasure point. Then she leaned down and licked the frown from the corner of his lips and she kept licking and licking and…

  “You should have told me,” he growled through gritted teeth.

  “I’m telling you now,” she said matter-of-factly. Why did the horniest of men want to become so noble at a time like this? “Besides, it’s not you who has anything to lose,” she said, deliberately writhing her body while thinking of her almost-lost virginity.

  “Stop that.”

  “Mmm, make me.” Like it or not she intended to give herself to him. A second passed, then two. Evidently he saw she meant business or maybe his willpower ran out, she wasn’t sure which. All she knew was that she felt the moment he lifted his body upward a little, then a little more, breaking through the barrier. And she lowered her body down to meet his, glad he had decided not to be difficult after all.

  “You’re going to pay for this,” he said when he was finally buried inside her to the hilt.

  She inhaled deeply. Connected to him this way felt good. The pain had been minimal and now she intended to take the pleasure to the max. “And I’m about to make you glad of your decision.”

  Casey may not have had experience in pleasuring a man the traditional way, but if what she’d overheard her brothers whispering one night was true, then she was about to make up for it. Closing her eyes, she imagined the Montana sky over her head, flowers all around her and mounting what she considered the best piece of male-flesh to ever walk the face of the earth. He was everything she wanted in a man and more. And she loved him. She lifted her hips, lowered them, moved them around, writhing, twisting and bucking on top of him, while he tried keeping up by moving in and out of her.

  Somehow he bent forward, captured a breast in his mouth and sucked while she continued to ride like the devil was on her heels, loving the way he felt beneath her as she rode him.

  Moments later she felt her first electrical jolt at the same moment she remembered something neither of them had thought of. “McKinnon,” she said in a strained panicky voice, barely getting the words out. “We didn’t…”

  Before she could finish he gripped hold of her hips and plunged deeper inside of her, roaring out her name. The intensity of the climax she felt coming from him caused her to cry out as he continued to push inside of her, deep, hard and fast, making her own body explode.

  Never had she felt anything so exhilarating and mind-blowing. And she refused to stop bucking into him the same way he was bucking into her. This was one ride she wouldn’t fall off. She felt crazy, she felt wild, she felt like a woman who had gotten what she’d waited almost thirty years for, and with the man she loved. And from the pleasure contorting his face, she knew he was enjoying this mating as much as she was.

  She felt more spasms hitting her, hitting him, and she cried out his name once again, the same moment he cried out hers. She quickly decided that though this was her first time, it most certainly wouldn’t be her last. But only with McKinnon. She may have orchestrated this seduction, Westmoreland style, but he had concocted a technique guaranteed to zap the life out of her with so many overwhelming sensations. And when the spasms finally ended and she dropped seemingly weightlessly to his chest, she didn’t think she would ever be able to move again.

  * * *

  “You okay?”

  Despite all her efforts, Casey didn’t even have the strength to raise her head to look at McKinnon. She w
as exhausted. She could barely breathe. And from the sound of the air rattling in his chest, neither could he. But she would answer his question. “Yes, I’m okay.”

  She felt her head being lifted, but not under her own strength. McKinnon was raising it for her and pulling it closer to his as he kissed her deeply. He released her mouth moments later, only to be pulled back to her lips like a magnet to kiss her again, then again, like he couldn’t get enough of her.

  But then she couldn’t get enough of him either. She sighed in his mouth when she felt his hand move to her hips, to tighten the hold on their still-connected bodies. It was then that she again remembered that important element. She pulled her mouth away from his and met his gaze. “We didn’t use protection, McKinnon.”

  He stared at her for a long moment and she thought she saw something flash in his eyes. Finally, he leaned up and lightly kissed her lips and said, “It’s okay, don’t worry about it.”

  Don’t worry about it? She lifted a brow a brow, not understanding. “I don’t understand,” she said, voicing her miscomprehension out loud. “Why shouldn’t I worry about it?”

  “Because I’m safe and I have no reason to think you aren’t either.”

  “No, but what about an unplanned pregnancy?”

  He took a deep breath and blew it out. “Is it the time of the month that such a thing could happen for you?”

  She thought about it, frowned as she calculated in her head. Then she smiled with relief. “No, I should be okay.”

  “Good enough.” And then he pulled her face to his down for another kiss.

  * * *

  McKinnon came awake at the first sign of dawn, grateful it was Saturday and he didn’t have to stir until he was ready, which didn’t say a lot for a certain area of him which was stirring already.

  All it took was for him to close his eyes to remember how, on the second go round, he had been the one doing the riding as he showed her his skill by pumping back and forth inside of her. Withdrawing, plunging forward over and over again, feeling her inner muscles contract around him as she drew him even deeper into her body. Being inside of her felt so right, a place he could have stayed forever. Each time he glanced down at her face, had seen the pleasure that took over each of her features, he’d been encouraged to double the pleasure, triple the passion and quadruple the need driving the both of them. In all his thirty-four years he had never experienced anything so amazing, so deep-in-your-gut right.