by Desiree Holt
“You gonna be okay, Auntie Em?” Hardy asked.
“What’s wrong?” Lola frowned in concern. “Is she okay?”
Evan shrugged. “You’d know that better than me.”
“Do you have any idea what happened?” Lola asked.
“I’m right here,” Emily said through gritted teeth. “You don’t need to discuss me in the third person.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He looked at Lola. “Want us to hang around?”
Lola shook her head. “No. I’ve got it from here. Thanks, guys.”
“Our pleasure.” They both touched the brim of their hats and moved back to the truck.
“Okay.” Lola gripped Emily’s arm. “Come inside and I’ll fix some coffee while you tell me every ugly detail.”
“Don’t want coffee.” Emily shook her head from side to side.
“Maybe not, girl, but that’s what you need. Come on.”
* * * *
Wyatt was well on his way to being drunk and he knew it. He set the glass on the marble-topped nightstand, looking at it with disgust.
Diana leaned her naked body against his back and trailed her long red-tipped nails along his arm and down to his thigh. “You just need to relax, honey. You’re all uptight. Come on. Lie back and let me make you feel good.”
“Forget it,” he muttered, stifling the impulse to gulp the rest of his drink. In all his thirty-eight years—at least since he’d started having sex—this wasn’t a problem he’d ever been faced with. Getting it down was the challenge, not getting it up.
Diana slithered around to face him and straddled him, her cunt centered right over his unfortunately soft cock, her large breasts swaying in front of his face. “How about if I tie you up this time?” She grinned. “We haven’t tried that yet.”
“I don’t think so.” He placed his hands around her waist and lifted her off his body. Rather than her enticing him, he realized with a sharp suddenness she disgusted him, a startling revelation. He and Diana had played BDSM games several times over the past five years, both of them enjoying the edgy tension of it. Neither of them was into the complete lifestyle, but the games ramped up their sexual pleasure.
But today, Diana could have been spread-eagled on a St. Andrew’s cross with her cunt wide open to him and her nipples clamped and he didn’t think his cock would have paid one bit of attention. It pained him to realize that it wasn’t the games that he’d come to enjoy but the woman involved. And Diana Landry was just not that woman.
All he could think of, imagine, see in his mind, was Emily Proctor, and that terrified him more than anything. Commitment to him was worse than a bad case of the mumps, but it seemed it had snuck up on him when he wasn’t looking. And the cure he’d run to get wasn’t even making a dent.
“Give it a minute, Wyatt. You know I can make you feel good.” Diana knelt beside him, swept her long hair out of the way, wrapped her fingers around his cock and lowered her mouth over it.
If anything it made him softer.
Trying hard not to be the asshole he knew he was, he cupped Diana’s head and moved it away from him.
“Don’t take this the wrong way, but I think you’d better take me home.” He shifted away from her and swung his legs off the bed.
“Home?” There was no mistaking the shock in her voice. “But we practically just got here.”
He stood and began pulling on his clothes. “I know, and I can’t tell you how sorry I am. But face it. This just isn’t working anymore.”
“You bastard!” Something cold splashed on his back and he realized she’d thrown his drink at him.
“I am that,” he agreed. “I’m not being fair to you.”
“It’s that mousy little nobody, isn’t it? That dreadful piece of nothing you took pity on.”
He shrugged. “Whatever. I just need to get out of here.”
“Then you can walk,” she screeched at him. “You want to leave, go ahead. But I’m not giving you a ride.”
Wyatt zipped up his fly and tucked in his shirt. “Fine. And…I’m sorry.”
“Sorry?” she screamed. “You don’t know what sorry is. You haven’t even started being sorry.”
He just made it through the door before he heard the splintering of glass behind him. Taking the stairs two at a time, he managed to make it outside before Diana did real harm to his body. As he walked up the drive to the road, he pulled out his cell and punched the number for Lazy Aces. He hoped someone was in the barn to answer.
“Yeah, boss?”
Good. It was Evan, one of the more level-headed of the hands. “I need you to come pick me up. I’ll be on the highway at the entrance to the Landry place.”
“Pick you up?”
“Yes.” He gritted his teeth. “Right now. And bring Emily with you.”
There was a long moment of silence. “Boss, she’s not here.”
“Not there?” He frowned. “Did she get a ride to visit one of her friends?” After the humiliating way he’d walked out on her, he wouldn’t have been surprised if all three women were after him with a skinning knife.
“She’s gone, Wyatt,” Evan said quietly, “but not for a visit. She took her stuff with her.”
Wyatt’s stomach clenched and the expensive bourbon he’d slugged down threatened to surge back up into his throat. “Who took her and where did she go?”
“Me and Hardy drove her. I was afraid she’d try to walk if we didn’t. We left her at her friend’s place behind the Blue Belle.”
“Evan, you get your ass here right now. Speed limit be damned. I need to get to town.”
* * * *
“I never should have brought her here,” Lola said to Roxie, trying to push Emily’s drink away from her. “She already had a snootful when she showed up.”
Emily had her arms crossed on the bar, her head resting on them. “I’ll have two snootfuls if I want,” she mumbled.
“That’s okay.” Roxie reached a hand across the bar and brushed the hair away from her face. It was a quiet night so she was able to stand and talk to her friends. “She’s earned it. That jack-off. Wait until I tell Cliff what his good friend has done.”
“Nooo,” Emily wailed. “Don’t tell. Don’t tell.” She wanted to die of embarrassment at the thought of anyone else knowing how she’d been embarrassed. She wondered if she’d ever get the image out of her mind of a half-naked Diana plastered against Wyatt’s hard body, a knowing look in her eyes.
“Sweetie, you can get as shitfaced as you want tonight,” Lola said in a soothing voice. “Tomorrow we have to examine all your options.”
“I heard someone say the feed store is hiring,” Roxie commented.
“She won’t be working at the feed store or anyplace else,” a rough voice growled.
They had all been so preoccupied none of them had noticed Wyatt and Evan enter the honky-tonk.
“Well,” Roxie drawled. “If it isn’t trouble in cowboy boots. Lose your way, Wyatt? I heard you were busy tonight.”
“You get away from me,” Emily slurred, squinting one eye at him.
“Time for you to come home, Em.” He pushed her glass away and attempted to lift her off the stool.
Emily batted at him, a feeble gesture, but Lola planted herself in the way.
“I don’t think she wants to go with you, asshole.”
“Right now, I think she’s too drunk to know what she wants,” he grated. “Come on, Em. Upsy daisy.”
Emily wished he’d stop jiggling her. All the liquor was sloshing around in her stomach and threatening to make a second appearance.
“Go ’way,” she muttered. “Hate you.”
“Yeah, sugar.” Wyatt’s voice softened. “And with good reason. But we’re going to fix that.”
“Emily?” Lola’s face was close to hers. “You want to go with this scumbag?”
“Wanna lie down.”
She felt Wyatt shift positions as he nudged Lola out of the way. “I’ll give her a place to lie down. Out
of my way, ladies. And I mean now.”
Cliff had come from the back to see what was happening. He touched Emily’s face, a gentle stroke. “You want me to throw this guy out, Emily?”
But she’d closed her eyes again and fallen into blessed blackness.
* * * *
Emily pried one eye open and looked around. She was lying on her stomach, naked, in a huge bed, in a room that didn’t look familiar at all. She vaguely remembered waking up in the dark, holding her pounding head, and someone giving her aspirin. The next time she’d opened her eyes, it had still been dark and the process was repeated. At some point, she’d felt herself carried into a shower and bathed then fed hot tea and more aspirin.
Now, at last, although her eyes were gritty, her head no longer felt as if a sledgehammer was working at it from the inside out. But where the hell was she?
She rolled over, taking in the huge room, the big bed, and the naked man next to her.
Naked man?
She sat up fast, thankful her head didn’t fall off, and pulled the sheet up to her neck. Wyatt! She was in bed with Wyatt!
“We’re in your room,” she guessed.
He nodded. “And that’s where you’ll be sleeping from now on. I want everyone to know just who you belong to.”
“But you’re at Diana the Slut’s,” she said, her voice accusing. “I saw you leave.”
He laughed, a warm, low sound. “Big mistake. Besides, if I’m there I can’t be here, right, sugar?”
“I left here,” she pointed out.
“So you did.” He reached out a hand and stroked her cheek. “And with good reason. I was what Cliff would call an inelegant bastard.” His voice softened. “But it’s your fault.”
“My fault?” she squeaked. “How do you figure that?”
With great care he urged her back down on the pillow. “You went and made me lose my heart to you, Auntie Em. Something I never intended to do.”
He slid his arm beneath her shoulders and pulled her head against his chest. In quiet tones, caressing her arm with his long fingers, he told her the details of his parents’ marriage, their divorce, their many remarriages and divorces. His escape to West Texas to find peace and a life that didn’t include high-maintenance females.
“Although Diana certainly fits that last category,” he admitted, ruefully. “My bad.” He told her in as few words as possible the debacle of his attempt to use Diana to cure him of his feelings for her.
“You didn’t want me,” she accused. “I left.”
“Something that’s not going to happen again.” He shifted so he could look directly at her.
She stared at him. “You took care of me.”
“Of course, I did.” He brushed her hair back from her face. “You needed taking care of, and I’d have to shoot anyone else who thought they’d do it.
“If I could take back last night I’d do it in a hot minute. And I can’t promise you I’ll be the easiest man to tame. I’ve had too many years of bad habits. But I swear to you, I’ll do my damnedest. Will that be enough for you? Because I don’t want to lose you, Em.”
She wanted to make him squirm, to plead with her, to apologize ten times over. But the feel of his naked flesh next to hers overrode everything else.
“If you promise to be very, very good,” she teased.
“Maybe you should spank me,” he joked.
“Hmm. That’s a thought.”
He brushed his lips against her. “Are you feeling okay, Em? You tied one on pretty good last night.”
“Someone took really good care of me. I think I’ll live.”
“Do you think you’re up for a little playtime? Because I’m having a hard time keeping my hands to myself. And in case you didn’t notice, that isn’t a hammer banging against your thigh.”
Heat surged through her and any vestige of a hangover disappeared with it. “I think we can give it a shot.” She grinned at him. “Maybe you should tie me up so I don’t run away again.”
His hazel eyes darkened to smoky gray and lights danced in the irises. “I have something special for you today, sugar. When we’re done, I guarantee you won’t want to look at any other man.”
That was already true but she wasn’t about to tell him. Not yet. “What did you have in mind?”
“Don’t move,” he ordered, rolling away from her. “Stay right where you are.”
She heard him rummaging in the nightstand drawer, then he was back next to her, turning her over and sliding pillows beneath her stomach. In seconds, he’d arranged her so she was on her knees, bent over the pillows, her wrists bound and the rope fastened to one of the slats in the headboard.
“Blindfold, Em,” he said, pressing the folded silk against her eyes. “You can feel things better when you can’t see.”
He was right about that. Already her pussy was wet and the inner walls of her vagina fluttered in anticipation. His hands stroked the insides of her thighs, teasing the skin, brushing lightly against the lips of her cunt, arousing her and leaving her hungry for more.
The bed dipped more as he bent down between her outspread thighs, opened her cunt lips with his fingers and proceeded to lap at it with long, slow strokes. Each pass of his tongue was like the lick of a flame, each touch of his tongue a carnal caress. She wiggled her hips trying to urge him to do more but he laughed, the light sound vibrating against her and arousing her even more.
“You in a hurry, Em? I’m ready to take my time here.”
“Please.” Already he had her begging. She wanted his mouth on her clit, his fingers and his cock inside her. And she wanted it now.
“I like it slow, sugar.” He chuckled again, but his voice was hoarse and thick with his own desire. “I finally figured out you’re what I need in my life so I’m not about to rush things.”
“Mmmm.” She tugged on her restraints as he tongued her vagina, curling it to touch her sensitive G-spot, then retreating.
He lapped and sucked, nibbling the wet flesh, thrusting his tongue inside her again and again until she was nearly mindless with the need to climax. Yet he kept her hovering right at the edge, every nerve in her body screaming for release.
When he stopped without warning and moved away from her, she cried out in frustration.
Wyatt smacked her ass. “Quiet. You can scream when I tell you to.”
The heat of the slap radiated over the cheeks of her ass and down to her cunt, adding to her clawing hunger. When she felt the cool gel on her anus, her stomach clenched in anticipation. Was he going to do it tonight? Was he at last going to fuck her in the ass?
Her breath came in gasps as he worked the gel into her dark tunnel, first with one finger, then two. Oh, god, she was so ready to feel him inside her. In her ass. Now! Oh, now!
When his fingers scissored to stretch her tissues, she frowned. “Wyatt?”
“Just making sure we both get the most pleasure out of this.” His voice was so thick with hunger now she barely recognized it.
In the next instant ropes were wound around her ankles and tied to the short posts at the corners of the bed. She was spread-eagled, her ass raised into the air and open to him for the taking.
More gel, the snap of the condom, and the head of his heavy cock pressed against the tight ring of her hole.
“Breathe, sugar,” he told her. “Just like when we put the plug in, only better. Breathe with me. Come on.”
He inhaled and she did so herself, exhaling when he told her to. Inhale, exhale. Again, again. And on every exhalation he penetrated a little further, until he was in her to the hilt.
“Get ready, sugar,” he told her, leaning over her and reaching one hand around to find her clit.
His strokes were slow at first, the friction of his fingers on her clit timed to the same rhythm. But as her body grew even hotter and her pulse began to beat like a drum, he sped up the rhythm.
“Damn, Em,” he ground out. “This ass is so sweet it’s burning me to death. I can’t hold out muc
h longer.”
“Now, Wyatt,” she pleaded. “Do it now.”
He pounded into her, pinching and rubbing her clit, faster and harder. More, more, more.
They exploded together. Emily’s entire body shook with pleasure, spasms rocking her as Wyatt shot off like a rocket inside her. She spun into the vortex of a whirlpool, focused only on the heavy cock in her ass and the clenching of her cunt over and over again. She was out of control. Screaming his name, engulfed by an orgasm more powerful than anything she’d ever felt before.
Wyatt leaned over her and gently bit her shoulder, plunging her into yet another wild climax. Again, she shuddered until she thought her body would splinter into tiny pieces and still the tremors kept coming.
At last, she collapsed, drained, Wyatt a heavy presence inside her and over her.
He put his mouth next to her ear. “Mine.”
“Yes,” she agreed weakly.
“Always,” he added.
She nodded, incapable of further speech.
Then he was pulling out of her, releasing her bonds and heading for the bathroom to dispose of the condom. In seconds he was back with a warm cloth, bathing her, then rubbing her arms as he’d done all the other times. He stretched out beside her and tugged her gently against him, still stroking her and kneading her muscles.
“No more garbage about leaving.” His voice was firm.
“No more Diana?” she asked.
He smacked her bottom. “Don’t even bring her up.”
She smiled to herself. “Then no more leaving.”
“Ever,” he insisted.
“Ever,” she agreed, and smiled to herself. Why would she want to leave when at last she had everything she wanted right here?
Coming Soon from Totally Bound Publishing:
Erector Set: Nailed
Desiree Holt
Released 17th July 2018
Excerpt
Chapter One
“Busy tonight,” Tyler McMann observed, leaning against the bar in the lounge section of Finesse. “Is it always like this on the weekends?”