by Leah Brooke
“The only people talking about doing something stupid are the four of you. You try to spank me and I’m going to kick you in the balls.”
Quinn moved faster than she’d ever seen him move, wrapping an arm around her waist from behind and bending her over the island. “A challenge. Good. No man should ever ignore a challenge from his woman.”
Kendra squealed as he lifted her skirt and delivered several sharp slaps to her bottom. “Ouch. You son of a bitch.”
With a quick move, he used his knees to spread her legs and flattened a hand over her slit. “You want me to spank your pussy, too?”
Aware of the others’ attention, Kendra fought to remain still, but with the heat from his sharp slaps spreading and his hot hand over her slit, Kendra couldn’t keep from rocking her hips, biting back a moan at the friction. “You…” Her voice came out as a croak and she had to swallow before trying again. “You wouldn’t dare.”
“Another challenge, love?” Bending over her completely, he touched his lips to her ear. “You know I can’t let that go.”
Kendra cried out at the slap to her slit, the unbelievable naughtiness and dominance of the act so incredibly erotic, she felt her defenses crumble. Another rush of moisture escaped, her body tightening with pleasure at the sharp tingling sensation.
“No.” Barrett’s harsh tone had her jerking her head toward him even as she fisted her hands on the granite, overwhelmed by the heat at her slit and having her ass bared to all of them. “Don’t you fucking hurt her.”
Quinn slid his fingers back and forth through her slit, fisting a hand in her hair to pull her head back, and chuckling softly at her moan of pleasure. “Does she look like she’s hurt to you? She’s pushing her ass out and rubbing her slit against my hand.”
Barrett came forward, standing at the island across from her, his eyes narrowed on her face. “If I didn’t see it for myself, I wouldn’t have believed it. There’s a very naughty woman underneath all that attitude.” With his fingers beneath her chin, he leaned toward her, his gaze holding hers. “She needs to come again.”
Quinn slid his fingers over her clit, moving them with a speed that left her breathless. “No problem. That’s it. Stick that ass out. Yeah, that clit’s real sensitive now. Feel swollen, love?”
Staring into Barrett’s eyes, Kendra tilted her hips back, crying out as the pleasure exploded. “Yes! Oh, God!”
His fingers moved so fast, she had no chance of resisting him, coming within seconds. The pleasure didn’t last as long as before, but left her weak and trembling, and thankful for Quinn’s support. He slid his hand from between her legs and over her bottom, releasing her hair to wrap a hand around her waist and pull her back against him.
“The next time you give me any grief about threatening to spank you, I’m going to remind you of this.”
Too sated and lethargic to be embarrassed, she smiled when Quinn turned her and lifted her in his arms.
Sitting at the table, he settled her on his lap, and reached for his coffee while Mason handed hers to her. Holding her close, he ran his hand up and down her back.
But, he wouldn’t meet her eyes.
As they ate breakfast, the men talked about what they had to do on the ranch that day, but Quinn remained unusually quiet.
He appeared to be lost in thought, staring into his coffee cup instead of participating in the conversation.
His hand, though, kept moving on her back as if, even subconsciously, he couldn’t stop caressing her.
With a mumbled curse, he pushed his empty cup aside. “I’ve got work to do.” Steadying her, he got to his feet, and settled her in the chair.
Kendra and the others stared at him as he pulled on his boots and thick coat, and smashed his black hat on his head as he walked out the door.
Barrett grinned, lifting his cup again. “I wondered how long it would take him.”
Grant laughed softly, smoothing a hand over Kendra’s hair as he made his way to the sink and set his cup inside. “I wondered, too. I don’t think he’s going to go down easy.”
Frowning, Kendra stole a piece of bacon from Barrett’s plate. “What are you talking about?” “Is he mad at me for something?”
Shaking his head, Barrett pushed another slice of bacon toward the side of his plate closest to her in invitation and refilled her glass of orange juice. “No. Just the opposite. Quinn doesn’t let women get close to him, and you’re getting a little too close for comfort. He’s gonna fight it, so I’m sure you can expect more displays like the one this morning.”
Her slit tingled at the memory. “Do you mean the way he had to show that he was stronger than I am?”
Within seconds, he’d ripped through her defenses and created a hunger inside her that demanded satisfaction. He’d only controlled her with his strength for the first few seconds.
After that, he’d used her own desires to control her, desires she didn’t fully understand.
Apparently Quinn did.
Refilling his coffee cup, Mason turned to look at her over his shoulder. “He’s going to have to prove to himself, and try to prove to you, that he controls his own desires, and yours. He won’t be comfortable unless he’s firmly in charge.”
Wiping her hands, Kendra shrugged. “I guess he proved that this morning.”
“Don’t you believe it.” Barrett got to his feet with his own dishes and headed toward the sink. “You saw the look on his face. You threw him for a loop, baby. He’s going to go around like there’s a burr under his saddle until he figures out the truth—something Grant and I figured out a long time ago.”
Hooking her foot around the chair leg, Kendra turned to watch him. “What’s that?” She sucked in a breath when he turned back and loomed over her, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he braced himself with a hand on the table and one on the back of her chair. “No matter how strong we are—no matter how many of us there are—the woman runs the house.”
Chapter Twelve
After the others had gone, leaving her alone with Mason, Kendra started washing the dishes, aware of every brush of Mason’s body as he dried them and put them away.
“You’re doing that on purpose.”
Sliding behind her to put another coffee cup away, he brushed against her again, this time more slowly. “Doing what on purpose, honey?”
The playfulness in his voice had her smiling up at him over her shoulder, biting back a moan when his cock pressed against her lower back. “You keep rubbing against me. I’ve watched the four of you move around this kitchen together and never touch each other, so I know there’s room.”
After putting the cup in the cupboard, he moved in behind her with a soft laugh and hugged her from behind. “They don’t smell as good as you do.”
She finished the last dish and reached for the towel to dry her hands, tilting her head to the side as his lips moved over her shoulder. “I need to get cleaned up.” Closing her eyes, she slumped back against him. “Hmm, that feels good, but I’m grungy. Where’s my bag and suitcase? I want to take a shower and then get started on lunch.”
His lips moved over her neck one last time before he straightened, sliding a hand over her bottom as he moved away. “I’ll get it for you.”
Turning to lean back against the counter, Kendra smiled at his back as he started from the room. “I know you think I shouldn’t be alone, but I know you have a lot of work to do. I don’t need a babysitter.”
Mason turned, frowning. “Stop trying to get rid of me. I’m staying.”
Hating to be such an inconvenience, Kendra sighed. “Look, I’m not stupid. I’m not going to go outside and running around with my arms in the air, screaming for someone to shoot at me. I’ll stay in the house, take a shower, fix lunch and do some laundry. Nothing remotely dangerous.”
“I’m staying. I’ll get your things.”
He left the room and appeared again almost immediately, pausing with her bag and purse. “Look, I know this is all a little strange,
Bending, he brushed his lips over hers. “You’re special, Kendra. You mean something here. You matter. I think that delights all of us. It also scares all of us. Just bear with us, honey. It’ll all work out. I can’t even imagine going back to the way it was before. Can you?”
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Minutes later, Kendra stood under the shower spray as Mason’s words played over and over in her mind.
She did feel special here, perhaps more special than she’d ever felt in her life, but she knew it would take some time to see if an arrangement such as the one they suggested would work or not.
In the meantime, she felt herself becoming more comfortable here every day, and becoming closer and closer to them emotionally.
Still, everything seemed to stand in limbo while they faced the danger surrounding them.
She smiled, remembering the satisfaction in Mason’s eyes as he’d shown her to his room.
He’d placed her bag and suitcase on his bed, bending to kiss her. “This is my room. I’m sure you’re going to be spending time in all the rooms, but I like knowing you’re here.”
She didn’t know how she’d feel about not having her own space here, but for now, it wasn’t an issue.
Too many things had to be sorted out first.
Wrapping a towel around herself, she went to the mirror, frowning when she realized she’d left her comb and other toiletries in Grant’s bathroom.
She left the room and started across the hall to Grant’s bedroom, meeting Mason in the hallway.
Wrapping an arm around her waist, he gestured toward his room, frowning slightly. “Is there a problem with getting dressed in my room?”
Sucking in a breath at the feel of the warmth from his hand at her back penetrating the towel, Kendra tightened her hold on the soft cotton terry. Lifting her head slowly, and struck by the warm hunger in his piercing blue eyes, she trembled when his arm tightened and pulled her closer. “I, um, all of my things are in there.”
Her voice came out as a husky whisper, the feel of his hard body against hers and the need in his eyes reminding her of the way he’d held her, watching her come with the others.
Mason’s slow grin sent her heart racing. “It looks like we’re going to have to put some things on the grocery list. I want your things in my bathroom.”
The hand at her waist moved lower, and under the towel to caress her bottom. “I want you in my bed.”
Of their own volition, her hand flattened on his chest. “Mason, this feels so good.” Pressing herself against him, and thrilled at the feel of his cock pressing against her belly, she moved her hands to his shoulders and tilted her head back, wanting his lips on hers.
Her nipples tingled, the friction of the soft towel and heat from his chest making them ache with the need for his touch.
“It feels good to have you in my arms.” He tugged at the towel, groaning as it fell to the floor. “It’ll feel even better to have you in my bed.” Sliding a hand to the back of her neck, he accepted her invitation and lowered his mouth to hers, taking it in a scorching kiss that made her flush all over.
His kiss, more demanding than Grant’s, had an erotic edge to it that made her pulse trip and sharpened the awareness in her nipples, pussy, and clit.
She burned everywhere, the slide of his hand over her back and bottom making her even more aware of the fact that she stood naked in the hallway while he remained fully clothed.
It felt wicked. Decadent. Naughty.
She loved it.
Fisting her hands in his hair, she pulled him closer, meeting him kiss for kiss.
The heat astonished her, his hold and the desperation in his kiss fueling her own hunger.
Breaking off his kiss, he lifted her in his arms. “Easy, baby. I don’t want to pull those stitches.” Striding back across the hall to his room, he lifted her higher, touching his lips to her nipple, his gaze holding hers. “I don’t want anything to get in the way. I’ve been hard since you came down the stairs this morning, even before that, when I knew you were up here with Grant.”
He laid her gently on the bed, his knee pressing into the mattress between hers as he knelt over her. “I wanted it to be me. I wanted to be the one inside you. I wanted to be the one exploring you.”
Lowering his head, he used the flat of his tongue to stroke her nipple, his eyes flaring when she gasped. Lifting his head, he stared down at her, his eyes dark as he closed a hand over her breast, running his callused palm over her damp nipple. “I wanted to be the one touching you. So soft. So warm.”
Running a hand down her body, he grinned at her soft cry. “Responsive and sexy as hell.”
Reveling in the feel of his hard hands moving over her with such tenderness, Kendra reached for him, moaning in frustration when he avoided her touch. Crying out when his fingers closed over her nipple, she tried to close her legs against the sharp stab of pleasure at her slit, but Mason’s muscular thigh prevented it.
Rubbing her slit against his denim-covered thigh, she sat up, running her hands over his chest and grabbing fistfuls of his soft cotton shirt. “I want you naked, too. I want to touch you.”
Tugging at his shirt, she cried out when he slid a hand over her mound. “Oh, God.” She writhed under him, the constant movement of his hands and mouth setting off erotic sparks everywhere he touched.
The difference in the feel of their touches surprised her. The feel of their hands on her body and the rhythm in the way they touched her were different, but equally arousing.
Their caresses had a different feel to them, and she’d begin being able to tell them apart.
Amazing.
Her nipples beaded tight under his hot mouth, the pull to her clit reawakening the awareness there and had her writhing against him.
Her naked body brushing against his clothed one filled her with a sense of vulnerability, but a feminine vulnerability that made her feel wanton and unbelievably sexy.
His own moans of frustration and hunger added to the erotic atmosphere, his large hands moving over her with increased firmness as the tension built. “I want you so damned much. I swear, I was going to take it nice and slow.”
Kendra’s giggle faded to a moan when his fingers closed over her nipple. “You take it any slower, you’re gonna kill me.”
“I’m gonna kill us both.” Nudging her thighs apart, he rose between them, stripping off his shirt. Tossing it aside, he moved back over her again, sliding his hands down her sides as he settled between her legs. “Seeing you stretched out on the island this morning, I wanted my mouth on you.”
Kendra stilled, sucking in a sharp breath when he hooked her knees over his shoulders and parted her folds. “You stared at me as if you wanted to take a bite out of me.”
“I did. Those sounds you made drove me crazy. Fuck. My cock’s so hard, it hurts. I’ve got to get out of these jeans. Don’t you dare move.”
He leapt from the bed, his eyes raking over her nakedness, as he threw off the rest of his clothes. “Look at you. I wanted to wait, to get you used to me, but seeing you standing there in that towel…son of a bitch. I’ve got to have you.”
How could she resist being wanted this way?
Feeling beautiful and desired, and mesmerized by the glitter in his gorgeous eyes, Kendra got to her knees, running her hands over his chest. “I’ve got to have you, too. Everywhere you touch me, I burn.”
Mason took her hand in his, his eyes steady on hers as he wrapped her fingers around his cock. “I should have known you couldn’t stay still. Oh, shit.” His body stiffened, his harsh masculine groan so filled with hunger that it sent a thrill through her and made her even more daring. “Hell, woman.”
Tightening her fingers around him, she stared up into his face, smiling at the groan he emitted when she ran a hand over his chest. “Does that feel as good to you as it does when you touch me?”
His eyes widened, and with a small smile he moved her hand on his cock. “It feels incredible.” Tightening her hand on his cock, he groaned again, his other hand clenching on her waist as he threw his head back and closed his eyes. “You’re not experienced at this at all, are you, honey?”
Kendra grinned when he released her and fisted his hands at his sides, his eyes closed tight as his body stiffened even more and trembled. “No, but I seem to be a fast learner.”
Slightly alarmed, but full of feminine power, she moved her hand faster, careful not to hurt him. Fascinated by the groans and harsh curses pouring from him, Kendra kept moving her hand, even more delighted when his cock grew thicker and longer under her touch.
“It’s so hot and hard.” Hotter and harder than she’d expected, the velvety skin covering it even smoother than she would have guessed.
Stunned, and humbled at Mason’s response to her touch, Kendra ran a hand over his chest to comfort him. “Mason? What can I do?”
His jaw clenched. “You can lie back down again and let me make you feel good.”
“I feel good right now. Hmm.” She moaned at the feel of his hands closing over her breasts, sucking in a breath at the slide of his fingers over her nipples. Closing her eyes, she let her head fall back, jolting slightly when his warm lips closed over hers.
Nibbling at her lips, he rocked his hips, thrusting into her hand. “Damn, I want you. I’ve got to get a condom, baby. Hmm. I don’t want to come in your hand. I want to come in that pussy, but first I want my mouth on you.”
With a shudder, he took her hand from his cock, wrapping a hard arm around her and pulling her close as he took her mouth again.
His other hand slid to cup the back of her head, holding her in place as his mouth devoured hers, kissing her with a passion and possessiveness that melted her from within.
Lifting his head again, he slid his hand to her bottom and lifted her, laying her back on the bed again. “This time stay put.”
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