Stud Farm: The Delancey Brothers

by Joanna Blake

  He opened his eyes and stared down at me.

  "Yes?"

  I slid one hand slide down to his bottom and squeezed, pushing him deeper.

  "Have at it."

  His eyes widened. He groaned as I pulled him all the way inside me. His voice got all low and husky as he groaned and called out.

  "Oh God-"

  That's all it took. He unleashed on me, pulling one leg up and using it for leverage. He held me captive as he rode me without mercy. His hips pistoned hard and fast into me. I grabbed onto his shoulders and held on for dear life.

  I felt my body contracting as the friction inside me reached a fever pitch. My body convulsed on the bed as I came again. But Jake didn't stop or even take a breath. He was thrusting into me faster and faster. I felt another orgasm approaching when something changed.

  Jake was about to cum.

  His hips bucked out of tempo as I felt the tell tale swelling of his member. It got even bigger if that was possible and that was saying something. Shivers of pleasure shot through me as he pulsed hot seed into the rubber. I looked up as Jake came inside me, his head thrown back and his eyes squeezed shut.

  My own orgasm was subsiding by the time he finally stopped moving. He held me close as we both tried to catch our breath. He kissed my neck and my shoulder before rolling off to lay by my side, pulling the blankets over us.

  “How do you feel?”

  I made a soft contented sound.

  “Did I hurt you?”

  “No.”

  I smiled and closed my eyes, ready to drift off to sleep.

  That’s when he rolled on top of me again.

  “Good. Because I plan to make up for lost time.”

  My eyes opened in shock. Jake was above me, smirking like the devil himself. The bastard was already hard again.

  I was half asleep hours later when the door burst open. Jackson and Daniel stood there. Daniel turned immediately to face the wall when he saw me. Jackson did not. His contemptuous gaze raked over the two of us lying together in bed.

  "What the hell Jackson!"

  "Typical."

  "It's 4 am, get the hell out of my room!"

  "Dad's on his death bed and you're-"

  "What? Why didn't anyone tell me?"

  Jackson laughed bitterly.

  "Check your damn phone once in a while."

  Daniel put his hand on Jackson's shoulder.

  "Come on Jackson. He didn't know."

  "Just like he didn't know about mom right?"

  Jake was on his feet in an instant, completely unconcerned about his nudity. I didn’t know where to look, but it was hard not to stare at his ass. Even under the circumstances.

  I closed my eyes and sat up, wrapping the blanket around myself.

  "You know I couldn't get back here in time."

  "Of course. It wasn't your fault. It's never your fault!"

  Jake laughed.

  "That's a good one. We both know that it's always my fault. Even when it's not."

  He slipped a robe on and pressed a kiss to my forehead. I wanted nothing more than to sink into the bed and hide. My whole body was red with embarrassment.

  "I'll be back soon. Rest."

  Jake stormed out without another word with Jackson close on his heels.

  Daniel stopped at the doorway and turned back to me.

  "Sorry about this Elle."

  I nodded.

  "I'm sorry- about your father."

  He smiled sadly and left. I was on my feet in an instant. I couldn't stay here. Clearly I’d made a huge mistake. But I’d been so shaken up last night. Everything that happened with Tom after the gig had clearly compromised my judgement.

  Oh hell, don't lie to yourself girl.

  I sat down abruptly as I finally admitted that I had wanted him from the get go. But that was then. Now I’d had him. He'd been worth the wait and all the bother. But I couldn't stay, no matter how badly I wanted to.

  Not after this.

  Maybe if they hadn't found out this way- but no. Jake wasn't a one woman man anyway. Was I supposed to stay on as maid and just watch him parade an endless stream of girls through the house? It was inevitable that he would move on, and quickly.

  No, thank you.

  It was over and that was that.

  Just like my friends back home had warned me, Nashville had eaten me up and spit me out. I was just a simple country girl after all. Stupid and naive. I’d proven that by falling into bed with the first rich handsome man I met.

  What a stereotype.

  It wasn’t just that either. I just didn't fit in here. I felt a little hitch in my throat as I started putting my clothes on mechanically.

  In a moment of weakness I couldn't resist pulling Jake’s shirt on over my skimpy top. It would be something to remember him by. For a moment I had an image of Jake finding his bed empty. Worrying about me. Missing me.

  I snorted in disbelief.

  Don't fool yourself girl. Any more than you already have.

  Jake might be a tad upset in the morning but he'd be fine in two shakes. He was the sort who always landed on his feet. He wasn't going to let a waitress change his bad boy ways.

  And even if he was genuinely upset that I’d left without saying goodbye, that wouldn’t last long either. He could have any woman he wanted to comfort him. Now that he'd had me I was sure he would have cast me off without a backward glance. That's how men like him operated. Especially the rich ones.

  I ignored the little voice that was in my head, telling me I was wrong, that Jake cared. I pushed it down until I couldn’t hear it anymore. I was starting over, from scratch.

  Or rather, running home with my tail between my legs.

  Leaving Nashville for good.

  Now that the band was on the outs with Tom… there really wasn’t anything left for me here. It felt like it was all my fault somehow. Every last stupid thing that had gone wrong was on me.

  I wiped away my tears and snuck down to the front hall to call a cab.

  It was time to go home.

  Chapter Ten

  Jake

  I paced back and forth as I raked my brothers over the coals.

  "You're sure she didn't say anything else?"

  Daniel shook his head sadly.

  "No Jake. I swear. She did look mortified though."

  "You shouldn't be sleeping with the help anyway."

  "She wasn't the Goddamn help Jackson!"

  "Jacks- shut up. Can't you see he's in love with her?"

  Jackson grunted and ran his hand through his hair.

  "I'm sorry."

  I didn't want to accept my brother’s apology. I didn’t even want to think about what Elle must have been thinking when she ran off. But what Daniel had said was true.

  I was in love with her.

  I was 100% grade A certified in love with one little Irish gal named Eleanor Gavin.

  And God only knew where the hell she was after all the excitement of the night before.

  She’d run. I couldn’t help but be a little pissed off at that. Not that I blamed her.

  It had been quite the wakeup call.

  Dad had pulled through the night. In fact, his recovery had been nothing short of miraculous. I had a sneaking suspicion it had something to do with my agreement to stay and help my brothers run the estate and horse breeding farm.

  That was all because of Elle. She’d changed me in the short time I’d known her. I could see a life for myself here now. A life with her.

  First she’d led me on a merry chase. Then she’d challenged me, made me question my motives and desired. And finally she’d let me in.

  I snorted.

  Hell, she’d demanded I take her to bed.

  She'd given me the most incredible night of my life. We’d made love three times in rapid succession. Each time had been more intense than the last. And just like that, poof, she was gone.
/>   Well I wasn't going to stand for it. Not at all.

  Especially not after I’d given in to my father after all these years. I’d been beside myself as the old man gasped for breath. I’d begged my father to reconsider the terms of his will.

  Leave the place to them! I don't want it. but I don't want to deprive them of it either!

  What do you want son?

  I want peace. And I want her.

  The girl they found you in bed with?

  Yes.

  If she's the right girl for you, she'd want you to stay put.

  I had hung my head, knowing my father was right. Elle was fiery, beautiful, and incredibly talented. She was also practical and loyal to a fault. She'd tell me to stay if I asked her opinion. Besides, if I stayed put I had a better chance of hooking her for good.

  Keeping her.

  Alright father. You win. I'll stay.

  My father had breathed easier after that. I had finally left him to rest and gone back to find an empty bed. Now I was frantic. Elle wasn't answering her phone and didn't seem to be at home.

  I sighed. I had no choice now and I knew it. It was time for the last resort. I left my brothers and went to the one place I thought I’d never set foot in again.

  The God Damn Country Club.

  It wasn’t long before I tracked down the waitress that Elle roomed with. The one whose brother was in the band with her. I just hoped that she'd tell me where Elle was without having to beg. But I was mentally preparing to get on my knees, just in case.

  "Hey Shirl."

  The girl gave me one look and sighed.

  "She's gone."

  "Where?"

  "You aren't going to like it Jake."

  "Doesn't matter. I have nothing left to lose."

  Elle

  I scooted toward the window, trying to get comfortable. The plane was being held and had been for the past two hours. Why, nobody knew. The passengers were starting to get mighty cranky about it too.

  The plane from Nashville to New York City was packed and stuffy. And this was just the first leg of my epic journey. Never mind the discomfort and expense. Never mind the shame of running home with my tail tucked neatly between my legs.

  All I could think about was the ache in my heart.

  I’d run out on Jake. There was no nice way to put it. I’d shafted him. Even if he was the sort to toss women aside after a tumble, I should have given him a chance. He did seem awfully taken with me after all. And I knew now without a doubt that I’d lost my heart to him.

  The band would go on without me- maybe even be glad to see me go now that I’d botched things with the biggest club owner in Nashville. Not that I blamed myself for his disgusting behavior. But it didn’t matter who was to blame. That chapter was closed. It was too bad, but the heartbreak of it was nothing compared to what I was feeling over Mr. Blue Eyes.

  I looked up to see a stewardess standing over my seat.

  "Miss Gavin? Your seat has been changed."

  "What? Why?"

  "Please come with me now."

  I stood up, grumbling to myself. I was already starting to doubt my decision to run off. And now this trip was turning into a nightmare and it had barely just begun.

  Maybe my credit card had been declined and they were kicking me off the plane. That wouldn't be a shocker after everything else that had happened now would it? But maybe it would be a blessing in disguise. I could go back- try to explain...

  The stewardess led me to the front of the plane. They were already preparing to taxi to the runway so they couldn't be kicking me off now could they? The door was sealed. Unless they planned to eject me mid flight.

  Now that would be a proper ending to my failed trip to America.

  I almost laughed at the thought of skydiving but I was too depressed. I followed the stewardess to a seat in first-class.

  What the hell was I doing in first-class?

  There was someone in the seat next to mine. A man wearing ripped jeans and a leather jacket. A man who was staring at me with a wry grin.

  Jake Bloody Delancey.

  "Please take your seat now Miss Gavin."

  I stared in shock at the gorgeous man staring back at me.

  "Sit down Elle."

  I sat.

  "Enjoy your flight."

  I looked straight ahead. Jake was probably mad at me. I realized I was afraid to look at him.

  Coward.

  "Put on your seatbelt Elle."

  Slowly I reached out and slid the buckle into place.

  "How is your father?"

  Silence.

  I held my breath, feeling like the worst kind of heel for leaving him with a family crisis at hand.

  Then Jake shifted in his seat. He was staring at me. I still couldn’t bring myself to look at him.

  "He's alright actually. He seemed to turn over a new leaf when I promised him I'd stay in Brentwood."

  I closed my eyes. I knew what big concession that was to him. He’d never wanted to be a part of the machine that was Delancey Stables.

  "Do you know why I promised him that Elle?"

  I shook my head. The plane was picking up speed as it taxied down the runway. The tip of the plane began to lift.

  "Look at me Elle."

  I turned my head sideways and stared into his beautiful blue eyes.

  "I did it because of you."

  Chapter Eleven

  Jake

  I leaned over Elle's beautiful, helpless, naked body. She was tied spread eagle to the hotel bed. The very, very large hotel bed.

  "So, how are you enjoying New York?"

  She moaned as I traced my fingertip down her body.

  "Please…"

  I smiled at her and continued the teasing strokes. I’d been at this for over an hour. It was probably time to let her climax.

  But not quite yet.

  I leaned down, my breath fanning her skin with warm air. She was cool to the touch, thanks to the hotel's air conditioning. Slowly I stuck out my tongue, making a point. I dragged it across her skin, skimming her nipple.

  "Ohhhh…"

  I kept going, sliding down her body, licking and teasing as I went. Then I started at her ankles again and worked my way up. She was shivering by the time I’d kissed my way back up her body to her flushed face.

  "Had enough?"

  She nodded breathlessly as I started unbuttoning my shirt.

  "Hmmm… should I untie you?"

  "Whatever you want- just-"

  "Just what? Just fuck you?”

  She moaned as I rolled her nipple lightly between my thumb and forefinger.

  "If I give you what you want, you have to promise me not to run away again."

  I stood and took my pants off. Her eyes were glued to my body. She looked hungry. Famished really. I grinned. Jesus, she was gorgeous. And very, very responsive in the sack.

  I’d never had more fun in my life.

  She whimpered in pleasure as I lowered my naked body on top of hers. I felt my cock jerk, eager to get on with it.

  Down boy, not just yet.

  "Elle. I need your word."

  "Yes. I promise - I -"

  I thrust into her, holding perfectly still while we both adjusted to the sudden onslaught of sensations. I grinned down at the dazed looking beauty beneath me. I kissed her lips, pulling her juicy bottom lip into my mouth for a nip.

  "That's all I wanted to hear."

  I thrust into her slowly, kissing her as she rocked helplessly against me. In minutes she was shaking, quivering all over my shaft as she came. I grinned and reached up to untie her hands.

  I didn't stop my slow thrusting as I reached down and untied one foot at a time. The moment she was loose, she tore into me, grabbing and holding and scratching.

  Jesus, she was a hellcat.

  My hellcat.

  After all, she'd put me through hell.

  I was go
ing to make her pay for it too. Maybe I’d tie her up again. Get some ice cream ordered up from room service. Eat it off her while she squirmed.

  Yes, that sounded like a very good idea. But not now. Now I was busy.

  Later.

  I rolled onto my back and watched her ride me. She wasn't being gentle as she rocked her hips faster and faster. She seemed determined to make both of us climax. Hard.

  I felt my body fill with exquisite pleasure as I started to cum. I grabbed her hips and bucked upwards again and again, thrusting into her sweetness. It wasn’t enough though. I wanted more.

  I rolled her onto her back and drove into her again and again.

  "Fuck!"

  She was still writhing beneath me as I slowed down enough to let us both catch our breath. But I didn't withdraw. Her eyes widened when she felt me growing hard again.

  I stared down at her and smirked. I grabbed her hands and held them above her head, reaching again for the robe sashes. I pulled them tight, tying her hands to the headboard.

  It was going to be a long, long night for one naughty little runaway.

  I’d make damn sure she never wanted to run again.

  After tonight, she wouldn’t dare.

  Elle

  I rolled over, finding the bed beside me cool and empty.

  I looked around, wondering if he was gone. But he had told me he was keeping me. Like a pet poodle or something. I snorted. It was insulting, in a possessive alpha male kind of way. But I hadn’t argued at the time.

  I’d been too busy climaxing.

  There was a shadowy form by the window. Jake was sitting in an easy chair in the dark. Watching me.

  Stark relief flowed through my body.

  He was still here. I hadn't dreamt what had happened on the plane. Or afterwards, at the hotel.

  He'd fought for me after all. Hell, he'd practically kidnapped me. And what he'd done afterwards… I blushed. He'd worked over my body to such a degree… he knew every sensitive spot I had now. I knew he wouldn't be afraid to use them to his advantage.

  Next time. And there would be a next time. Now that I’d given in to the inevitable. No more running. Or resisting. Not that I could resist Jake. I’d learned that the hard way, and then some.