by Lori King
Refusing to be pushed away, she reached out and pulled the reins back into her grip, “What in the world gave you the idea that I needed a man with a college education to make me happy? And I will gladly let you tie me down and fuck me senseless, spank me, flog me, dominate me. Please! All I have ever wanted is for you to give us a chance. I’ve wanted you for years, and every time I’ve gotten close to you, you’ve pushed me away. Do you know what that does to a girl’s self-esteem?”
“I told you I never meant to hurt you. I was trying to protect you. I am happy for you and my brothers, but I can’t get in the middle of it. Those two are what you need.”
“You’re right, I do want Dalton,” Zoey said softly, and her heart clenched when Tanner’s strong shoulders drooped in defeat.
“But I want you too, and for the record, I want Clint as well. Yes, I know that’s stingy, and ridiculous, and maybe it all started out of pure jealousy over my best friend having four hot men—” A low growl rumbled out of his chest. “Oh shut up, they are hot, but not as hot as you three. Maybe I started out wanting to try a ménage, and ended up finding out that I need it too. I want all three of you. For the long haul, however we can make it work. I don’t care if you’re in the saddle six days a week, as long as at night you’re in my bed, and on Sundays you make time for me. Don’t you get it you jackass? I love you.”
Tanner’s jaw dropped open, and he and his horse came to a dead stop. Zoey slowed her own horse, and turned to face him. Moving closer so she could see the expression on his face in the faint light, she waited for the hammer to drop. She had admitted her feelings for him, now he would go running.
“Tanner?”
He lifted his gaze to meet hers, and she had to take a deep breath at the heat in his eyes. “Sundays, huh?”
“Sundays. All day long.”
They stared each other down for a few more moments before she spoke again. “You were my rock, Tanner, when everything else in my world fell apart I was able to come to you for unconditional help. I don’t care what you do for a living, or where you’ve been or will go in your life, but I won’t accept you saying you aren’t good enough for me. Period. You have been my protector for too long, now it’s up to you to make the choice to be my lover too.”
He leaned over, and took her chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing her to lean to the side in her saddle to meet him in a kiss. Their lips smashed together, teeth clashing, tongues battling, and Zoey’s pussy wept for joy.
When they finally pulled apart they were both panting for air and Tanner was grinning. “We need to get home, so I can show you just how much that means to me, baby.”
Turning her horse, she laughed, “Then what are we waiting for, cowboy? Let’s go!”
As much as Zoey wanted to gallop across the grass to the ranch house, she knew it wasn’t safe in the dark. Instead, she followed his lead slowly but carefully back home. Once there, he took both horses from her and pressed a quick kiss to her mouth. “My room, fifteen minutes.”
Chapter Ten
Tanner unsaddled and stalled the horses faster than he ever had before. His cock was throbbing in his jeans, and his blood felt electrified as it pumped through his brain. Zoey was going to be his for tonight. He was finally going to get the chance to touch and taste every sexy inch of her lush body, and then sink into her tight pussy.
Stifling a groan at the wicked images racing through his brain, he adjusted his wood behind his zipper and headed for his bedroom. The door was closed, and when he pushed it open he was pleased to see that she followed his instructions. Her apprehension was clear in the way she sat stiffly on the edge of the bed, but there was hope and desire in her gorgeous blue eyes, and she held the red rose he had given her in her hands. He couldn’t get over how sexy it was to see her in his bedroom. The anticipation of having her was quite possibly the hottest thing he had ever experienced.
He moved to her side quickly, and stood over her, invading her space to see how she handled it. Her head tilted back, and he saw her throat convulse around a nervous swallow. Gently tugging the rose from her hands, he ran his fingertips over the soft petals. “Why did you bring this in here, Zoey?”
“I-I’m not exactly sure.” Her eyes darted away from him when he gave her a hard look of disbelief.
“I guess I wanted to be sure that you remembered to be romantic. I’ve fantasized about Dominance and submission, but I’ve never experienced it. I’m a little scared now.”
Tanner ran the crimson flower over her soft cheek, and then her lips, smiling slightly when she inhaled as it passed under her nose. “You have nothing to be scared of, baby. We’ll only go as far and as fast as you are up to. Trust me.”
She gave him a tentative nod, and then tipped her chin back to look up at him again. “Um, so what now?”
If it weren’t for the butterflies dancing in his own stomach, he might have laughed. She was such an interesting blend of vixen and virgin that it kept him on his toes. The woman who had blatantly teased and challenged him hadn’t waited to triumph; she had disappeared behind a veil of self-conscious nerves.
“Now, I teach you patience. You say you’ve fantasized about submitting to me, and now you will experience it. In the morning we’ll talk and you can decide whether or not you want to continue, or bail.” He tugged the elastic from her hair, letting her ponytail free, tangling his fingers in the heavy locks, and then he tugged on it. Her gasp made his dick pulse.
Her eyes drifted shut, but before they did he saw the sparkle nearly snuffed out. “So this is one night…”
“No.” The one word answer came out harsher than he intended, but it did have her snapping her eyes open again. “No, I want this to be more than that. I don’t want you to think that you’re an easy screw for me, baby. You are so much more than that. I just don’t think you know what you’re getting yourself into yet.”
Those brilliant blue eyes of hers seemed to penetrate the layers of self-loathing, and self-denial, reaching deep into his heart and laying it wide open. “Give it your best shot, cowboy. I’m not leaving until you push me out.”
A growly groan broke free from his voice box, and he pushed her onto her back on his bed, and set the flower down nearby. Taking his time, he ran his hands over her clothed form, pressing kisses to her mouth, nose, chin, jaw, and every inch of skin he exposed as he peeled her shirt over her head. He bit his own tongue when he flipped open the front clasp of her bra and bared her creamy breasts to his view. Her nipples were about the size of dimes, but the areolas were large and a delicious dusky rose color.
As he reverently skimmed his lips over her ribcage, she arched up into him and tried to grab his head. He jerked backwards, and pushed her hands down into the mattress underneath her. “No, baby. Lesson number one, I’m in charge. You take what I give you.”
Zoey nodded, her pupils expanding as her desire increased. She was a feast for sore eyes with her lush curves and milky white skin, spread out on his dark navy blue comforter. An innocence to her eager responses and pink flush of need struck a chord in his chest.
Standing tall between her spread knees, he pulled his shirt off over his head, pleased when she licked her lips at the sight of his naked torso. Her eyes skirted over the curly hair between his nipples, and then followed the dark line down to the button of his jeans. Before she could stop him, he reached out and tugged her pants down over her hips without even releasing the closure. She let out a strangled moan that matched his own when he caught sight of her lack of panties.
“Fuck me, baby. You were going commando this whole time? If I had known that I would have pulled your jeans down back at the tree and spanked your bare ass for all of the fireflies to see, just before I fucked you silly.”
Her thighs spread and a cloud of arousal perfumed the air around them. His mouth watered to get a taste of her, but he resisted. The edge was too close to take a chance. Instead, he finished undressing her, and then took a seat on the bed patting his thigh. When Z
oey hesitated, he gave her a hard look. “I’ll give you one more chance, baby. Get your ass in the air, and prepare for your punishment.”
“Punishment? What am I being punished for?” She sounded so indignant, and when she stood up quickly her pert breasts bounced, distracting him for a moment.
“For all of your teasing and flirting. If you’ve read any good BDSM story then you know that’s topping from the bottom and I won’t tolerate it.” He kept his voice even so as not to alert her to the affect she had on his cock, but when she suddenly looked nervous again, he softened, “And because I want to see your sexy ass turn pink under my hand. I want to feel you squirm in my lap, and I want to know how far I can push you before you beg me to make love to you.”
Flames flared up in her eyes, and her lips parted on an exhale. It was just the reaction he hoped for as she moved to stretch over his lap. Helping her adjust into place, she wriggled into a comfortable spot that put the perfect curve of her ass right where he wanted it. He could feel the tension in her muscles as she explored something new, and the vulnerability of her position set in.
The skin of her bare back was softer than satin as he delicately danced one hand over her from the base of her neck to the split of her ass, all while keeping the other hand firmly planted on the back of her upper thigh. Holding her, securing her, but not giving her what she wanted, he relished in the sensation of having her naked in his hands.
When she finally began to relax under his touch, he gave her a light tap on the softest part of her rump to test the waters. Her gasp, and sigh, was exactly what he was hoping for, and he brought his hand down again, on the opposite cheek this time.
Rubbing to ease the burn of impact, he pushed his fingers up between the lips of her pussy to find her dripping wet. “My baby likes a little sting, huh?”
She didn’t respond verbally, but her head dropped in submission. It told him that she was absolutely invested in the moment. As he gave her a few more swats, and she hissed out a sharp breath, he wondered if he should have discussed limits and safewords with her first. It was a hard fast rule at The Cage, the BDSM club he had visited with Parker, but in this case he didn’t think he would ever be able to push Zoey so far out of her comfort zone that she would need it. And he knew tonight he certainly wouldn’t last that long. Tonight he was more focused on giving her everything she asked for, without ever asking.
Turning her in his arms, he cradled her against his chest like a child. Her tender ass rubbing against the rough material of his jeans and making her flinch a little.
“Please, Tanner!”
Her begging made his balls ache, and he kissed her forehead. “Not yet, baby. That was just a little appetizer to test the waters. We haven’t even started on the main course.”
She went where he guided her, lying back in the middle of the bed and allowing him to put her arms above her head. He pressed them to the pillows and gave her a quick wink. “Leave these here.”
Picking up the rose again, he ran the soft petals over her equally soft skin making her shiver. He kissed his way down her curvy legs to her toes and gently ran the flower over the soles of her bare feet, kissing the arch. When she giggled he narrowed his eyes at her. “What?”
“That tickles, stop.” The blush on her cheeks told him there was more.
“Why don’t you like me playing with your sexy feet, baby?” he asked, gripping her foot firmly in one hand and rubbing his thumb hard down the arch to make her groan.
“They aren’t sexy, they are enormous,” she hissed out, arching her back up off the bed as he slid the stem of the flower between her toes, careful not to prick her with a thorn.
Tanner shook his head, “There is nothing too big about you, baby. You are sexy as hell from the top of your head to the tips of your toes, and I happen to find your feet very erotic.”
Lifting himself to a better angle, he settled her feet into his lap, and proceeded to massage them, alternating between pressing them against his erection and teasing her with a thrusting motion of the stem between her toes. She began to writhe uncontrollably after a few minutes, begging him to ease the burning need inside of her.
Dropping the flower to the floor, he used his palms to spread her thighs, opening her to his mouth. Without any more build up, he descended on her tender flesh and carried her to greater heights. Her hips rocked and her thighs clenched tight around his ears when she exploded against his face. The sound of his name from her lips did his precious control in.
As much as he wanted to continue to play with her, his cock was going to embarrass him if he didn’t fuck her. He grabbed a condom from his bedside table and quickly sheathed his aching erection while she was still mellow from her orgasm.
The fat head of his cock spread her swollen pussy lips creating an erotic picture that was branded into his memories. He knew that any future jacking off would be to this one moment in time when her body lay submissively splayed for his pleasure, and her pussy dripped with her desire.
Arching his larger frame over her, he laced his hands with hers and met her heavy lidded gaze before forcing his thickness into her tight channel. Her gasp was followed by a full body undulation that sent a zap of electricity up his spine and back down to his balls. By the time he had worked his dick fully into her tight pussy, he was panting and sweat was dripping down his back.
“You feel like heaven, baby,” he whispered to her, allowing his emotions to show in his eyes as much as possible. In this moment, it wasn’t about Dominance or submission. It was just about making love to the woman that his heart and soul craved. It was about bringing them both to the glorious heights they could only achieve together, and strengthening the bond between their spirits. Never before had he wanted so badly to say the “L” word to anyone, and it was on the tip of his tongue as he thrust into her body, slaking his need and hers.
His knees slid under her hips, propping her up so his cock rubbed against the small spot deep inside of her that he knew would drive her crazy and using their connected hands as his anchor, he fucked her with every bit of unsaid emotion in his heart.
Somehow she understood. Her blue eyes widened, and her puffy lips parted on a moan, just before those same lips curved up in a wicked smile, and she tightened on his dick.
This time when she screamed his name, he echoed her cries with his own, feeling something inside of him release, and his heart finally ease. He was home.
Chapter Eleven
Zoey’s eyes closed tightly when she climaxed, and her ears filled with the sound of Tanner calling out her name as he found his own release. It was the most beautiful sound in the world, and it took her breath away.
It took a few seconds for the sharp sound of clapping to register in her head, but when it did, she jerked in surprise to find Clint and Dalton watching from the bedroom doorway with mile wide smiles on their faces.
“That was epic, Skipper,” Clint said as he continued his applause.
Tanner acted like a scalded cat as he jumped away from her, his condom nearly pulling off his now drooping cock in the process. He recovered it and quickly dropped the spent rubber in the trashcan, using his discarded shirt to clean himself up. When he finished he stepped into his bathroom and grabbed a hand towel. She jumped when he pushed her thighs apart and cleaned her up.
“Thank you,” she murmured, staring up into his amber gaze feeling more than a little sad at his reluctance to include his brothers in their moment.
She could see the war of emotions in his eyes, and when he finally sighed and dropped down to sit next to her, she was relieved. “What the hell are you two doing? This wasn’t a show for your voyeuristic pleasure, you know?”
“Well it might not have started out that way, but I’m damn sure glad I made it back home in time to catch the finale,” Dalton said. He came directly to her, unhindered by his brother’s nude form next to him as he pressed a kiss to her lips. “Hey, pretty lady, you look delicious.”
It was impossible not to
return his grin, “I feel pretty damn delicious right now.”
Clint appeared on her other side, and instead of kissing her mouth, he leaned over her torso and sucked her nipple between his lips hard, and then let it go with a loud pop. “Mmm, you taste pretty yummy too.” Her giggle made him smile before he brought his lips to hers. His gentle butterfly kiss over her lips made her sigh with pleasure. “Guess this means dinner will be delayed, huh?”
She snorted, “Ya think? I can’t even feel my legs yet.” Tanner gave her a small smirk of satisfaction but didn’t say anything. Ignoring the sting of hurt in her heart, she turned to Dalton. “So how did it go with the White’s?”
“You really want to talk about that now?” he asked with a groan. When she gave him a hard look, he sighed and then smiled. “It went great. Better than I could have dreamed. I had a lot of things wrong for so many years, and they thought that I was avoiding them because it hurt too much to see them. Now it’s all in the open, and they seem really glad to have me back in town. Thank you, Zoey.”
“Hey, I didn’t do anything!” she protested, trying to sit up, but Clint’s weight held her in place.
“You encouraged me to keep an open mind, and in this case, that’s all I needed.” He kissed her again, and then gestured to Tanner, “So what does this mean for all of us?”
Zoey looked to Tanner who sat silently next to her staring at his hands. His shoulders were taut with tension, but his head was bowed. “Tanner?”