Desire Oklahoma The Founding Fathers Trilogy

by Leah Brooke

Outraged at his arrogance, and more than a little unnerved by his teasing threat, Savannah tried to push against him, only to cry out in alarm at his quick move. She grabbed at his shoulders, trembling at the feel of his hand at her waist as he lifted her to a sitting position again in front of him.

  Staring out at the land in front of them, Wyatt kept a supporting arm around her. With slow deliberation, he removed his right glove and curved his fingers around her breast, stroking her skin with just his fingertips, almost absently, as if he couldn’t keep his hands off of her.

  “This will be our home. We start work on the house tomorrow. Most of the wood has already been cut and is just beyond those rocks over there. Of course, it won’t be a house as grand as the Tylers’, but it’ll be ours. While we’re in town getting married, you can pick out some of the things you want for it.”

  Bending, he nudged her head to the side and nuzzled her neck, staring down at where his finger circled her nipple.

  “Hayes and I don’t have a lot of money, but we’ll take good care of you, Savannah. We’ll protect you and provide for you and make a good life here.”

  Savannah’s low moan sounded loud in the silence. Her clit still tingled so badly she couldn’t stay still, and his attention to her nipple only made it worse.

  “I already told you. I’m not staying, and I’m not getting m–married.”

  His low chuckle broke off abruptly, becoming a groan.

  “You keep rubbing that bottom against my cock, you’re going to make me explode in my pants before I can turn you over my lap and show you one of those spankings you’re so afraid of.”

  Savannah gasped at the sharp pinch to her nipple, rubbing her thighs together at the jolt of heat that settled between them. Arching her back, she threw her arms up and around his neck, rubbing against him and giving herself over to his touch.

  Imagining what it would feel like to do such a thing when they were alone in a bedroom and both naked, she turned her face to rub against his strong jaw. Breathing in the scent of him, she moaned again, cursing the fact that she didn’t seem able to resist him.

  Why had she made that promise to Maggie?

  “Wyatt, we can’t do this anymore. I’m not staying. Please understand.”

  Bending his head, Wyatt brushed her lips with his warm, firm ones.

  “Always so polite, even when your body’s trembling with need. I don’t want to hear any more talk about you leaving, Savannah. You’re marrying Hayes and me, and you’re staying here if I have to tie you to my bed.”

  “No!” God, she wanted to.

  Savannah yelped when, in a quick move, Wyatt lifted her to him.

  Bending her over his arm, he took a cold nipple into his hot mouth, sucking gently while caressing it with his tongue.

  Grabbing onto his shoulders, she writhed on his lap, bucking against the wild hunger building inside her. Alarmed at the feel of cold air on her bottom and the tops of her thighs, she fought harder.

  “What are you doing?”

  With her pants at her knees and caught at the tops of her boots, she could no longer kick with any force. She cried out again in shock and sharp need when he released her damp nipple from his mouth, allowing the cold breeze to blow over it.

  Startled by the sensation, she grabbed at him in panic, fighting to hold on to him as he turned her over, draping her across his lap with apparent ease.

  “Wyatt! What in damnation are you doing? Pick me up right now. Do you hear me?”

  Wyatt’s warm hand sliding over her bare bottom filled her with trepidation, but it was the cold intent in his tone that really alarmed her.

  “Darlin’, if you keep yelling, everyone at the ranch will be able to hear you. Why on earth would I let you go when I’ve got you just where I want you?”

  Savannah stilled, looking around to make sure they were still alone, the threat of a spanking sending her into a panic. “You can’t be serious! You’re not really thinking of spanking me, are you?”

  The thought of it both terrified and excited her. The fear she understood. The excitement she didn’t understand at all.

  She tightened her bottom cheeks against the hand that kept moving over them, feeling his gaze on her there. Holding on to his leg, she moaned again, startled when his other hand slid over her breast, the feel of leather cool and decadent against her tender flesh.

  Wyatt chuckled softly, bending close. “I told you that I would, Savannah. You know that I’m a man of my word.”

  He ran his fingers over the backs of her thighs and over her bottom, sending streams of sharp awareness to her pussy and clit.

  “I want you to believe that I mean every word that I say to you. You’re frightened of this, and I want you to see that it isn’t what you think it is. The only way to see that is to experience it. I also want you to have an idea of what will happen to you if you ever, ever, put yourself in any kind of danger. This is a rough place to live, and I can’t have you being careless. You’re everything to us, Savannah. I can’t let anything happen to you.”

  Drawing on years of experience in dealing with her uncle, she kept her voice calm, a feat harder to accomplish than she’d anticipated. With her uncle, she fought fear and disgust. With Wyatt, the layer of fear excited her and filled her with anticipation, making her want to curl into him instead of running away.

  She didn’t know what kind of person that made her, but didn’t want to think about it too closely.

  Clearing her throat, she looked away. “Wyatt, I believe you. You don’t have to prove anything to me.”

  “I think I do.”

  Before she could form the words in an attempt to reason with him, he tugged at her nipple with one hand while using the fingers of his other to part her folds.

  “Christ, you’re beautiful.”

  She forgot what she wanted to say, the words dissolving in the heat of lust. Self-conscious at being outside and exposed in such a way, she couldn’t deny that another part of her reveled in the appreciation glittering in his eyes as they moved over her. The air blowing over her wet slit and beaded nipples sent another wave of longing through her, reminding her just how completely she lay open to him.

  “W–Wyatt, we can t–talk about this.”

  “Later.”

  His clipped tone gave her a moment’s pause, the cold snap of it filling her with equal parts apprehension and lust.

  The U.S. Marshal who even the most dangerous outlaws feared now held her practically naked, and in the most compromising situation she’d ever been in.

  She’d wanted him before, but the hunger in his touch and in his tone took her way beyond want to something she truly didn’t understand.

  She just knew she wanted more.

  She pushed herself against his leg in an effort to lift herself, but he took the hand from her breast and pressed it against her lower back.

  “Wyatt, let me up.”

  “No.”

  Savannah cried out as a sharp slap landed on her bottom, the sting even more intense on her cold bottom than it should have been.

  Furious and embarrassed that a spanking could give her such pleasure, she wiggled furiously in an effort to get away.

  She couldn’t believe the things he did to her, or how desperately she wanted more.

  Tears of mortification and frustration stung her eyes, tears she hurriedly blinked away. Expecting him to hit her again, Savannah tried to cover her vulnerable bottom, but Wyatt brushed her hand away and caressed her, spreading the heat until it settled between her thighs.

  “You snake. You sidewinder! You—ow!”

  “Calling your husband names isn’t nice.”

  “You’re not my husband, and you never will be!”

  Another slap landed. “Yes, I will be. Now stop complaining and pay attention. I want you to feel what I’m doing to you.”

  Startled that lust began to override anger, she struggled to recapture the fury.

  “I am paying attention to what you’re doing to me.
I am feeling it, you brute. You’re hurting me. I thought you were different. You’re just like other men. Worse, because you made me believe you. I thought you said women would be—oh!”

  He slid a finger into her pussy, the shock of it cutting off her outburst.

  Without meaning to, she moved, rocking her hips in a desperate attempt to take more.

  Withdrawing his finger with a speed that left her pussy clenching, he chuckled at her curses of frustration. Another slap landed, this time on the other cheek.

  “Temper. Temper.”

  Wyatt held his hand over the place he’d just slapped, reaching down to caress her breast again.

  “Your pussy’s soaked, and you keep tightening on my finger. The heat from your spanking is spreading, making you warm down there. Feel it, Savannah. Let yourself feel things you’ve never felt before. Let me show you.”

  Wiggling, she moaned. “You’re no gentleman.”

  When the next slap landed, Savannah squirmed at the heat, knowing that he didn’t hit her nearly as hard as he could have.

  The realization that he didn’t mean to hurt her robbed her of some of her anger.

  Again he laid a hand over the place he’d slapped, this time caressing it and spreading the heat outward.

  “Figured that out, did you? I never claimed to be a gentleman. A gentleman would never stand a chance out here.”

  The inability to prevent him from doing anything he wanted to do to her gave Savannah something she’d never before experienced. His strong hold and forcefulness allowed her to feel things she’d never felt before, things she would never have allowed herself to experience if they hadn’t been forced on her.

  Fascinated at the intense pleasure, she still couldn’t get past the embarrassment of getting so aroused at this kind of treatment.

  “Stop hurting me, damn you!” Chagrined at the breathy quality in her voice, instead of the forcefulness she’d tried to exert, she slapped his leg in frustration.

  Wyatt laughed softly at her half-hearted resistance, his voice like warm honey flowing over her senses. “Be honest with yourself, Savannah. You’re not in pain. I would never hurt you, Savannah. This isn’t about pain. It’s more of a way to get you to think about your actions. There’ll be consequences for putting yourself in danger. I would never survive if anything happened to you.”

  The underlying desperation in his voice astounded her.

  His finger slid deep into her pussy and slowly withdrew most of the way before sinking into her again.

  “I need you too much to ever take a chance of losing you.”

  Rocking her hips, she moved on his finger, biting her lip to hold back her moan of pleasure at the friction her movements caused.

  Her breasts swelled, sharpening her awareness of them, the cold air blowing over her nipples making them harder and more sensitive. The need inside her became darker and more decadent, a primitive need she didn’t understand.

  Wyatt delivered another slap, this time lower on her bottom, almost to her thighs.

  “Damn, honey. You like that even more than I’d expected. The way your soft pussy keeps clamping on my finger makes me wish it was my cock inside you.”

  Running his hands over her bottom, he sighed. “Unfortunately, that’s going to have to wait.”

  Shaking with need, Savannah parted her thighs as much as she could, crying out when he pressed at a spot inside her that made her mindless with pleasure.

  He was right.

  She wanted him to take her. She needed him to fill her with more than just his finger.

  Furious at his control, she kicked at him. “Take me, then, damn you.”

  Wyatt groaned, his cock jumping against her hip. “No. That’s the punishment part of your spanking. No matter how much you want it, I won’t take you.”

  With a groan, he moved his hand over her again, his fingers clenching on her bottom.

  “It’s punishing both of us.”

  Savannah had no idea what he was talking about. She just knew that she couldn’t stand much more of this.

  She fought harder than ever, bucking on his lap, furious that he chuckled and slapped her bottom again.

  The decadent sizzling between her thighs made her crazy. She pumped her legs, closing them and trying to rub her clit against his hand in an effort to get some relief, but he thwarted every effort she made.

  “You snake! You—oh, God. Oh, God.”

  Gulping in air, Savannah froze at the feel of Wyatt parting her bottom cheeks and exposing her forbidden opening to the cool air—and his heated gaze. Exposed in the most intimate way she could imagine, she shuddered, unable to hold back her cries.

  Wyatt circled her puckered opening with a fingertip, making her jolt.

  She couldn’t believe he touched her there, and lay frozen, stunned at the tingling that made her aware of that part of her as never before. Her own vulnerability shocked her so much that she couldn’t even seem to process all of the sensations racing through her.

  Wyatt pressed slightly at her opening, his body tight and tense against hers.

  “So tight. With some attention and a lot of patience, your tight little bottom will give all of us as much pleasure as your sweet little pussy does.”

  She tightened against the finger that circle her puckered opening, alarmed at the pinpricks of pleasure his soft caress created. Embarrassed that she couldn’t stop clenching, she tried to twist away, yelping at the sharp slap that landed on her already heated flesh.

  This one intensified the sensation, making her bottom, pussy, and clit all tingle hotly. Her body tightened, her breath coming out in quick pants, not easing even when he removed the threatening finger.

  “You’re not serious!”

  “I’m very serious about pleasing you.”

  Withdrawing his finger from her pussy, he pressed it against her bottom hole, the slick juices he’d gathered allowing him to slip the tip of his finger inside.

  Savannah cried out in surprise, taken aback at the sting and the too-intimate penetration, shivering in fear and desire as he pushed past the tight ring of muscle to press a little deeper.

  It hit her suddenly how little she knew this wicked aspect of him, but she’d never in her wildest dreams imagined anything like this. More complicated and much naughtier than she’d suspected, he was a force to reckon with in more ways than she’d expected.

  She respected him for his strength of body and mind, but she hadn’t anticipated his passion to be just as strong, nor had she imagined how sinful and decadent his passion would be.

  Shaken by her inability to handle her own response, Savannah knew she didn’t stand a chance of handling his. Angry at herself for thinking, for even a moment, that she could have this kind of love, Savannah slapped at his leg, forcing back tears.

  She would never have believed that something so naughty and domineering could excite her so much, but Wyatt apparently did, which told her he knew more about her body than even she did.

  “That’s enough. Let me up. You’re a brute and a snake. You try to convince me that you’re different than other men, but you’re not. You’re mean and use your strength against me.”

  Wyatt stilled, the threat in the air unmistakable. With an abruptness that made her dizzy, he lifted her against his chest, one hand tangling in her hair to hold her face to his while the other remained between her thighs.

  “My strength protects you!”

  His eyes narrowed to slits, a muscle clenching in his jaw. He looked every inch the fierce lawman whose reputation for being ruthless spread far and wide. He slid a finger over her clit, using the perfect amount of pressure to keep her teetering on the edge but not allowing her to go over.

  It proved his mastery over her body more than anything he’d done so far, increasing her sense of vulnerability.

  She moaned against his chest, worried that she would never be able to satisfy such a man.

  “I hate what you do to me. You know how to please me, but I kno
w nothing about pleasing you.”

  Unexpectedly, Wyatt smiled.

  “You’d better not know any more than what Hayes and I teach you!”

  Savannah cried out again when he took her mouth in one of his slow, blazing kisses, a cry he swallowed as he moved his finger over her clit, pushing the one in her bottom a little deeper.

  Her pussy and bottom pulsated, the sizzling awareness in both openings like nothing she’d ever experienced before. His too-light touch had her lifting her hips to get more pressure against her clit, eliciting cry after cry from her as her movements also shifted the finger in her bottom.

  Alarmed, aroused, and shaken, she pushed against him, breaking off their kiss. Breathing heavily, she had to swallow before speaking, her entire body shaking so hard she had to hold on to Wyatt for support.

  “You can’t touch me there.”

  Wyatt tilted his head, his eyes hot as they raked over her body. Lifting a brow, he smiled, a smile filled with wicked intent.

  “You trying to tell me you don’t like the way I touch you?”

  Frustrated and irritated at his arrogance, she wished she had the strength to resist him. The second he lifted his finger from her clit, though, she struggled in his arms, lifting her hips in an effort to get him to touch her there again.

  “No! Don’t stop. Damn you. You know I meant the—oh!”

  He pressed steadily, slowly sliding deeper into her bottom and moving his finger to caress her inner walls.

  “I knew there was a passionate woman under all that cold distance.”

  Taking a shuddering breath, Savannah closed her eyes, unable to meet his gaze.

  “I can’t. Oh, God!”

  Wyatt slid his thumb over her clit, making her jump and taking a little more of his finger inside her.

  “You’re close to coming already.”

  “No.”

  “Yes, you are. It’s not nice to lie.” He lowered his head and brushed her lips with his. “I love it when you’re like this, but it’s not enough. I want more.”

  She bit her lip when he intensified his strokes to her clit, but still couldn’t hold back her cries as the shimmering heat became more intense.

  “You’re inside me.” She couldn’t believe where he penetrated her, or how extreme it made her arousal.