Kansas Flame [Kansas Heat 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Jenny Penn

  “Don’t you look at me like that. I’m not going to be played with,” Lindsay warned him as Cooper started forth. Quickly she backed up and into the bedroom, obviously having figured out just what kind of thoughts were running through his head. “Damn it! Where are my clothes?”

  Abandoning the fight to begin tearing through his bedroom, Lindsay muttered and cursed as she searched for the bag Nick had brought with him. Cooper didn’t try to stop her. Neither did he try to help her. Instead he focused on getting dressed himself. Nick moved off to his room to do the same but not before Cooper had a quick word with him. By the time his brother had reappeared, Lindsay had managed to pull on a skirt and tank top.

  She was still fuming, though Cooper suspected most of her ire was for show. As far as he could figure out Lindsay didn’t have anything to complain about. That was about to change as Nick handed over the stuff he’d asked for earlier.

  “Is the battery charged?” Cooper glanced down at the small remote in his hand.

  “Should be good enough to get you through your appointment with the sheriff,” Nick assured him, holding onto the toy fisted in his hand. “But I’m putting this on myself.”

  “Fine.” Cooper rolled his eyes, trying to feign annoyance when reality he was a little relieved.

  Lindsay tested his control just by breathing. Having her stretched out and bared before him would be too much to handle. That didn’t mean he’d give up the enjoyment of riling her temper before they forced her to submit. Turning to present a united front at the woman still giving them the cold shoulder.

  “Okay, lil’ bit, get on the bed and spread those legs.” Cooper nodded toward the bed, knowing just how Lindsay would take that demand. She didn’t disappoint him.

  “Excuse me? Have you lost all sense? I’m not going to—what’s that?”

  Lindsay voice dropped to a bare whisper as she stepped back, eyeing the toy Nick allowed to dangle from his fingers. Cooper could tell from the way she stared at the bit of rubber strung up on a set of straps that she no idea what the butterfly was used for. That didn’t mean she didn’t know enough to clutch her towel tighter to her chest as she started to stumble backward.

  “It’s a vibrator, for your clit.” Cooper smiled, matching her step for step. “And it comes with attachments.”

  “Both vaginal and anal,” Nick chipped in, flanking Lindsay as he helped Cooper corral her up against the edge of the bed. “The only real question is whether I need to go get them.”

  “As I said, on the bed, legs spread,” Cooper reminded her, letting his tone harden with his conviction. It worked, too. Lindsay’s spine stiffened and her chin lifted with that stubborn tilt he loved so well.

  “Fine.” Huffing off toward the bed, she flung herself across the mattress and did as he commanded, showing off the creamy, pink folds of her cunt even as she warned both him and Nick. “But just so you know I consider this cheating, so don’t be expecting to see that key of yours anytime soon.”

  Chapter 25

  Dennis watched Lindsay shift in her seat as she stuttered over her explanation and had to sigh. The woman wasn’t any good at lying. He’d have thought Cooper would have at least tried to coach her to be better. Then again the cowboy didn’t look too concerned about her less than convincing testimony.

  With his legs stretched out and his chin buried in his chest, Cooper barely looked awake. The only thing that gave away his true state of consciousness was the tension lingering in his arms. They were held stiff, braced with his hands balled into fist that couldn’t be disguised by the pockets Cooper had shoved them into.

  “So, Mr. Crugman is your ex-husband?” Dennis turned his attention back to the girl squirming in her seat. Repeating questions, going over the same information, that was the way to break down a liar.

  “So he says,” Lindsay muttered before jerking like she’d received a sudden shock. “Yes.”

  From the look she shot Cooper, the man should have caught on fire, or, at least, started sweating a little. The man did neither, barely even bothering to glanced up from under the brim of his hat. He managed a smirk, though. The gesture didn’t go unnoticed by Lindsay, whose fingers balled into white-knuckled fists.

  “And he arrived uninvited on your property?” Dennis pressed on, ignoring the subtle byplay between the two lovers.

  Technically Cooper shouldn’t even be in the room, not that Dennis figured it mattered. The Coopers owned every judge within a hundred miles. The ones they didn’t they were related to. Connections—that’s what it was really all about. For all the money he’d help steal, Dennis would never be able to afford the security of the kind of friends and family Cooper had been born with. Instead, he had to contend with his own viperous crew. Maybe survive would have been a better word to use.

  He knew about Travis’s plans, knew that Travis had learned of Carl Bryne and Dennis’s history. The little son of a bitch had put all the pieces together and he thought that gave him some kind of leverage. All it did was make him too much of a liability to ignore.

  Neither could Dennis ignore Lindsay’s distress. She’d worked herself to the edge of her seat. With her leg shaking and her heel tapping out a fast-paced staccato on the linoleum floor, the woman looked ready to bolt at the slightest provocation. In fact, Dennis suspected the only thing keeping her planted in her chair was her death grip on the edge of the table. She clung to it like it was a lifeline.

  In all his years, Dennis had never seen anybody appear more guilty of a crime than Lindsay Bryne, which was ironic given he didn’t think she was guilty of one. Cooper might be but Dennis wouldn’t waste his time trying to prove it.

  Instead he called an end to the interrogation and escorted the uneasy-looking couple back into the lobby, offering them assurances that he’d get after the DA to press charges as soon as possible. Thankfully both Cooper and Lindsay appeared unaware of the silence that fell through the room as all eyes turned on them. His deputy’s interest could be excused as even the most casual observer would be drawn to the spectacle they made.

  Cooper a proprietary hand latched onto the little woman’s elbow, keeping her with him. He didn’t even spare a glance in her direction despite her obvious attempts to break free. Then the woman jerked again, flushing bright red as she suddenly started to shake and cling to the big cowboy. Cooper didn’t spare her a glance he paused to remind Dennis that Lindsay would be staying with him out at the ranch.

  That assurance rippled through the station with a speed that had Dennis cutting a hard look over at his men. Thankfully Lindsay and Cooper were so obsessed with each other neither appeared to noticed the stir his words caused. Hoping to keep them distracted, Dennis assured Cooper that he’d have his men keep an eye on Elton’s cabin while he hustled them through the lobby and to the door.

  He stood there watching them make their way down the sidewalk for a long minute. Lindsay was hissing at Cooper under her breath, snarling about payback and retribution. Dennis didn’t catch much else of what she said because her words got cut off as she gasped again. The girl would have stumbled to the ground if Cooper hadn’t held her steady. There was something definitely going on between the two but he couldn’t figure out what.

  Not that he cared. Lindsay was Cooper problem and as long as the woman didn’t show up in town looking like a beaten dog, Dennis didn’t give a shit what Cooper had to do to keep the woman out at his ranch for a week or two. Then the men could finish moving the money and Dennis could finally bring the trap down on them.

  They were going to regret the day they betrayed him.

  Chapter 26

  Lindsay sat with her knees pressed tight together and her fingers digging into the leather of Cooper’s seat, sweating over every bump and dip in the road. Each bounce and sway of the truck beneath her had two vibrators packing her pussy and ass full grinding against the sensitive walls of her sheaths, unleashing a torrent of pleasure that had her trying to smother her grunts and gasps of delights.

 
She’d been fighting that struggle for nearly two hours now, ever since Cooper had pinned her to the bed and let his brother strap on the maddening harness she now found herself trapped in. That’s what she got for being a smart-ass and taunting them. To think at the time she’d wanted this.

  Their aggression, their strength and dominance, had her wet and dripping before they’d even shoved the first vibrator up her cunt. The want and lust had only worsened with every passing second, becoming a nearly unbearable agony whenever Cooper hit one of the buttons on the remote hidden in his pocket.

  He’d had his fun, especially at the police station. While Lindsay knew she could have excused herself to the privacy of the bathroom to find satisfaction at any time, she hadn’t. The pain of holding back only amplified the exquisite need burning in her veins. It had become a test of endurance with the prize for waiting being the most earth-shattering release Lindsay had ever imagined.

  It was coming. Soon.

  The interview with the sheriff had pushed her to the very limits of her control. Now the truck ride home was fraying what remained of the last thread of her sanity. Cooper, that cocksure bastard, knew it. Lindsay could tell by the smirk on his face that he knew the torment she endured.

  Thoughts of revenge filled her head, thoughts of her naked, straddling him right there in his seat and riding that big, thick erection training his jeans until he came so hard his poor little penis fell flat with exhaustion. Or until he pulled her off, forced her to her knees, and rode her until it was Lindsay’s cunt weeping for a reprieve.

  Or maybe her ass.

  Lindsay bit down on her lower lip, already imaging how good it’d feel to be bent over with Cooper buried balls-deep inside her ass. Her muscles clenched, tightening around the thin vibrator as she imagined how good it’d feel to take all of his heat and hardness as he pounded into her with the same ruthless savagery he’d fucked her with that morning in the shower.

  That fantasy dissolved beneath the carnal reality Lindsay found herself trapped in as all three vibrators began dancing at the same time. A shockwave of pure, molten ecstasy rolled up her spine, causing her back to arch as her hips lifted upward in a blind search for something more, something that would ease the sweet tension filling her pelvis.

  Her muscles tightened around the vibrators delighting her with such pleasure even as her clit swelled beneath the teasing brush of the butterfly. It wasn’t enough. The joyous shiver and shift of the toys couldn’t appease the aching need for the hard grind and thrust of an actual cock filling her.

  That’s just what Lindsay would have—twelve inches of full-blooded dick. She could see it straining against Cooper’s fly even if he tried to pretend that he didn’t notice her writhing in the seat beside him. Lindsay knew his game. He wanted her to break, to be the one to take him and in doing so admit that her needs were greater than his, but she wouldn’t give him that satisfaction.

  Instead Lindsay planned on claiming it for herself.

  * * * *

  Cooper clenched his fingers tight around the steering wheel and focused hard on the road, trying to ignore the scent of feminine arousal thickening in the cab. Lindsay’s cunt had to be so wet she was leaving a spot on his seat. No doubt about it, Lindsay was hot, wet, and ready to be fucked.

  God but did he ache to fuck to her. He knew she’d never believe him, but it was painful to keep his hands to himself while she sat a mere two feet away gasping and panting as she squirmed in her seat. The ache in his balls had become an unbearable agony, leaving him sweating in his own seat. It was all Cooper could do not to veer off the road and pounce on her like a bull in full rut. He wouldn’t give in to the urge, though, no matter how hard it became.

  Cooper couldn’t. What was at stake was too important. He needed to know that Lindsay not only wanted him but wanted to be dominated by him, that she craved her submission with the same hunger he did. It was a test of wills. It was a test Cooper planned on winning.

  He bit back a smile and clicked on the butterfly. It wouldn’t be long now until she caved, until she begged. Certain that his victory was only minutes away, Cooper wasn’t prepared for Lindsay turning and sliding across the bench seat to cuddle in close to his side. The wicked vixen tried to turn the tables on him by sliding a hand straight up his thigh to cup the hard bulge of his erection.

  Lindsay didn’t ask for permission and Cooper didn’t tell her to stop as she began making short work at the long row of buttons keeping his jeans closed. The only sign he gave that he was aware of her attempts to free his dick was the slight lift of his hips. The slight motion allowed her to tug the denim out of the way and release his burning length into the cool, gentle cradle of her hand.

  Fully expecting Lindsay to swing a leg over his lap and straddle him, Cooper eased up on the accelerator, intending to pull off the road. The front wheels hadn’t even cut into the grassy shoulder when Lindsay’s heated breath washed over the throbbing head of his cock, sending a bolt of pure ecstasy racing up his spine.

  “Shit!”

  Cooper jerked under the sweet lash of her velvety tongue as it licked the pearly drops weeping from his cock’s sightless eye. The truck spun out, careening into the on-coming lane and right off the edge of the road. It could have tipped over and he wouldn’t have cared. All that mattered was the moist heaven descending down the length of his dick.

  Threading his fingers through Lindsay’s hair, he stared down at her in fascinated disbelief as one small hand cupped the two aching sacs of his balls while the other steadied his erection for the lips gobbling up every thick inch she could.

  “This is no time to bluff, lil’ bit,” he ground out as he fought to control the rapture burning through him. He hit the back of her throat but Lindsay swallowed, sucking him just a little deeper and leaving Cooper panting in his seat. “I’m not going to be broken so easily.”

  He knew that’s what she wanted. She was out to prove that he was servant to her desires. Cooper already knew that, but he demanded equal measure. So he focused on the most disgusting things he could think of, anything to hold back his release as Lindsay began devouring the aching length of his cock. Quickly the cab filled with the wet, smacking sounds of her mouth pumping up and down his dick, sucking at him with a greedy abandon that left Cooper cursing.

  His crude, carnal encouragements had Lindsay’s lashes lifting. She stared straight up at him, holding his gaze as her cheeks flushed and sweat began beading on her brow. They shared more than just the moment. They shared the agony, too. Cooper could see it in her. The strain of holding back was reflected in her eyes. She ached. With her face buried in his lap and her ass in the air, he could guess for what.

  The dildos weren’t thick enough or long enough to satisfy Lindsay’s appetites. The vibration was only strong enough to leave her wanting something more. He knew just what she wanted. More importantly, Cooper knew just what to give her.

  Raising his hand until his fingers brushed the roof of the cab, he brought his palm down over the smooth curve of Lindsay’s backside.

  * * * *

  Lindsay’s eyes bulged as Cooper’s hand cracked down over her ass, sending a hot flash of need searing straight through to her pussy. The hard jolt had both dildos jerking, grinding against the sensitive walls of both her ass and pussy that left her gasping with pleasure. Her lips widened over Cooper’s cock as she lost the tempo she’d been maintaining moments ago. He seemed intent on keeping her from finding it again.

  Tears sprang to her eyes, blurring her vision as Cooper rained down a series of slaps that left her butt engulfed in flames and her cunt clenching with a need too strong to be denied. The proof of her excitement coated the walls of her pussy so well she could barely feel the vibrations of the dildo buried within it. The one in her ass, though, lit up Lindsay’s spine with a rapture so explosive it kept her cunt creaming.

  If that weren’t enough to endure, her clit remained trapped beneath the soft, rubbery kisses of the butterfly. The poor, swollen nu
b throbbed with an excess of pleasure that was quickly turning into pain. Lindsay clenched her legs together, trying to dampen the ecstasy building to an uncharted pinnacle. She couldn’t come. Not yet.

  Her desperate attempt to avoid her climax didn’t go unnoticed by Cooper, who swiftly punished her with another series of rapid spanks. His big, rough palm settled over her rear, trapping the heat of his blows in the cotton of her skirt. Slowly his fingers curled, balling the fabric in his fist and causing the soft edge of the floral pattern to tease the backs of her thighs as it slid steadily higher until cool air left her ass feeling naked and exposed.

  It was then that she remembered that they were in a truck, parked on the side of the highway where anybody passing by could catch sight of her strapped into her harness. That thought did not fortify her will to resist. Instead it ripped away the last of her civilized cloak, leaving her uninhibited and willing to go do anything to ease the want pounding through her veins. She didn’t even care anymore about proving any kind of point.

  Growling with impatience, Lindsay jerked upright as her hands dropped to claw at the harness straps, leaving long, angry red streaks where her nails scraped over her skin.

  “Jesus, lil’ bit, stop that.” Cooper brushed her fingers out of the way. In mere seconds he had the straps freed, proof that he was far from overwhelmed by lust.

  She didn’t have reason to complain, not when he remained focused on her pleasure. Pulling the butterfly free, Cooper didn’t bother with the other two vibrators but shoved Lindsay back onto the seat. He forced his way between her legs, pushing one off the edge of the seat as he drew the other over his shoulder. Then he descended to capture her clit with that wonderful mouth.

  He had soft lips, hard teeth, and a tongue that knew just how to lick her, stroke her, and how to make her scream with a little suck. Lindsay’s whole body arched upward into his kiss, finding the release she needed in the rough scrape of his teeth over her swollen bud. Like a flash fire, her climax exploded through her with a force that had her jerking in his hold.