by Jenny Penn
With that intent in mind, Caelen slid one hand boldly between her legs to let his fingers curl around and cup her mound. Jamie squeaked and jerked as she gasped.
“Caelen.”
He ignored her startled protest, intent on making her do a whole lot more than gasp. He wanted the plains to echo with her screams so that to a man everyone knew just who owned Jamie’s passion. Pressing his middle finger right into the fabric covering her crotch, it slid in as the swollen folds of her pussy parted. Her heat soaked through and warmed his finger as he began sliding it right up and down her slit, rubbing against her little clit in a way that made her gasp and her nails bite into his arms.
“Damnit, Caelen!” She must have really been scared and, therefore, very close to losing control for her protest now. “This isn’t decent.”
“There ain’t nothing decent about the things I want to do to you, darlin’.” Caelen nuzzled his lips through her curls to torment the tender skin of her neck while he growled out all the very indecent things he planned on doing to her and he didn’t intend on waiting until they got home.
With his one hand holding her up while he continued to tease her trapped clit, Caelen slid his other one up to undo the buttons along her collar. As each one popped free, his lips dipped to greet the freshly revealed skin. His finger caught the lacy edge of her camisole and ripped right down the front as he continued his way lower.
Jamie tried to resist. As her body trembled and arched into his touch, she managed to pant out insincere complaints. Even that token dissolved as he nuzzled through the part he’d made in her shirt to capture the burrowed tip of her breast. He kicked Chester into a faster race as he matched the stallion’s frantic rhythm with both his tongue and his finger.
With the single determination of a hound herding, Caelen drove her mercilessly straight up the steep cliffs of ecstasy. Catapulting her right over the edge, he released her tit to watch as Jamie came undone. Grunting and shuddering, she denied his deepest need.
Wickedly relentless in his intent to rob the will right out from under her spirit, he wanted to hear her scream, feel her nails clawing at him, to watch as all the stubborn bull-headedness melted away to leave the very wild, sensual woman Caelen knew lurked inside.
She’d showed him that side once, and it had tempted him into throwing over almost every value and moral he held dear. Now, nothing stood in his way, nothing but her riding skirt and bloomers. Not bothering to waste time on fighting her clothes, Caelen released his grip on her mound to slide his hand back over the plump curve of her rear.
For a half a second, Jamie slumped into him, boneless and content with her release. The slip of his callused finger tips under the hem of her clothes electrified her spine with a surge of stiffness. With a jerk, she straightened, her gaze snapping with alarm to his.
“Caelen?”
He didn’t reassure her anxious whisper. Instead, he responded by savoring the feel of her soft plush skin beneath his bare hand as he palmed her ass before dipping back into the hidden well of her desire. The liquid proof of her release greeted him as he strummed his fingers through her soft curls to part her swollen folds and touched for the first time the sweet, intimate flesh that should have always only been his. Jamie responded instantly.
“Caelen! I don’t…” Her honey eyes went wide before dropping under the effect of his thumb brushing over her clit. The tiny motion stole the voice from her objection, smothering out her words with a whimper. “I…oh…I…no, don’t—”
She gasped for the objection, releasing it with a mew as he sunk one finger all the way into her tight channel. The velvety walls of her sheath clamped down like a vise on that lone explorer and about made Caelen’s eyes roll back in his head. Never before had he delved into something so amazingly snug. His dick pulsed with the very idea of how all that heat would feel wrapped around his length.
It would have been so easy to take that moment now, but Caelen held back as he felt the crisp lines of her nails begin to bite into his arm. Slowly he stroked his fingers into her, thrilling at the true moan that escaped her lips. She still fought him, but the strength of her resistance trickled away with the rolls of sweat that began to slip from under her hair.
Steadily, he pushed her further, stretching her wider as he filled her rippling sheath with even more fingers. The tender bud of her clit trapped beneath his thumb, Caelen unwound her bit by steady bit, until resistance faded and all that remained was a wanton woman riding his fingers.
Caelen smiled as she bit him on the shoulder and pumped her hips hard in obvious demand. It took two hours to get home and maybe, just maybe, he’d give her another release along the way, but she’d have to beg for it. Otherwise, he didn’t see any reason to give her ease from the need he planned to keep her in for the next two hours.
By the time he got her back to his cabin, she’d be more than willing to go down on all fours and recognize him as her master.
* * * *
By the time the MacAuely’s ranch appeared like a toy against the horizon, Jamie was ready to do just about anything Caelen told her to do. All he had to do was ask, then wait for her to mop herself off his lap, which wouldn’t be happening until the mush re-solidified into bone and muscles.
All she needed was just one moment to breathe without feeling his hands in places she should have never agreed to let him touch. What a fool she’d been to ever think she could come back here and teach them a lesson about desire. If only Caelen’s touch had been skin deep, then maybe she could have enjoyed the moment without losing herself in it.
It would be dangerous to forget that Caelen wasn’t just trying to seduce her into his bed, for he was trying to lure her into matrimony. Even if by some miracle Caelen and Brodie’s feelings for her ran deeper than lust and general affection, it still wouldn’t change that she had a life to return to. A life that she enjoyed. One that she controlled.
The silent litany of positive reminders worked better than anything at getting the blood to flow into her head instead of her loins. It helped, too, that Caelen abandoned her tormented flesh for a more decent hold as they rode past the corrals and fences that marked the MacAuley ranch.
Even with the sun dipping into the horizon, she could feel the tension coming into his muscles as his chin shifted in the direction of the main house. He was worrying over his brother and the fact that enough light remained for Linc to get a glimpse of her. That’s all she needed to know to formulate a plan of just how to save her ass before Caelen and Brodie hustled it into their cabin and had their way with it.
In a repeat that could have been the same moment over, a different pack of dogs roused themselves from a sleepy pile to rush forward with an enthusiastic welcoming. The racket would only aided her cause. The big hounds clustered around the horses, clogging the way and slowing the horses down. She could have easily slipped from the saddle and landed without injury.
Five seconds, that’s all that separated her from that future. Jamie tried to make the most of the moment, landing on her feet before Caelen only to come up against Brodie. Two against one made it an unfair game, but Brodie didn’t look like he cared about fairness, as he loomed right over her. Even in the fading light, she could easily read the intentions tenting out of his jeans.
An impressive bulge by her reckoning, not that she got much of a glance. Jamie didn’t even have a chance to take a breath before the determined cowboy started to drag her through the dirt and right toward the door Caelen rushed forward to open. Once she cleared that threshold, she’d be doomed, and Jamie knew it.
She couldn’t stop them with her own strength. The hitching post she latched onto as they went by helped. Even managing to get a leg tucked in beside it, she yanked Brodie to a sudden stop.
“What—” His growl drowned out under the frenzy of the dog pack as it rushed in like a wave, washing over them and breaking Brodie’s hold on her arm.
Free, Jamie didn’t hesitate. “Bridgette! Link! Help!”
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p; Matching that shout with a rush, Jamie hauled ass across the yard.
“Damnit, Jamie! Get back here!”
Thrilled at the mid-afternoon game of chase, the hounds clogged the distance between her and Brodie. Snapping and jumping, becoming determined to trip her up, they presented an entirely new obstacle.
“Bridgette!”
A set of paws coming down hard on her right thigh sent her reeling to the left and stumbling to the ground as she tripped over another dog. Even as she hit and rolled, she could feel the cold snouts nuzzling her as the pack happily tagged her as ‘it’.
“Get back! I said get back,” Brodie snapped as he cleared the pile of stinky, slobbering beast away from her. “I said go on, get.”
With whimpers and pouty looks back, the dogs slowly trailed off across the yard, leaving her to deal with Brodie all on her own.
“Bridgette! Linc!”
“Damnit.” Brodie snatched her right off the ground. “Will you stop with that?”
Jamie twisted in his hold and kicked at his legs as she screamed for his brother. Brodie grunted and muttered obscenities, ripping at the bandana around his neck. Her roars for Bridgette got clogged in when he stuffed the dirty, sweaty piece of cloth in her mouth. Instantly she reeled back, trying to spit it out, but Brodie had quicker hands.
He tied the knot so painful that her hair got pinched and bunched. Clawing at the damn thing, she didn’t offer up much resistance as he lowered his shoulder into her gut and lifted her clean off the ground. Not until the world spun upside down did she even take note of his audacity. Giving up the fight for the gag, Jamie concentrated on pummeling his back with her fist.
When that failed, she reverted to pinching him — hard.
“Aw!” Brodie flinched as he shouted, nearly banging her head into the side of the door. Like the crabs she’d seen back east, Jamie didn’t let up. “Ah! Damnit, Jamie, that hurt!”
Brodie had the audacity to actually sound insulted. That only fed her sense of injustice and the strength of her clenching fingers. This time, they curled into fists as he dropped her to her feet and saved his ass from further injury. Tending to his assaulted rear with a soothing rub, he glared accusingly at her.
“There ain’t no call to go acting all crazy and becoming all violent.”
Jamie sacrificed the strands of hair and gave up clawing at the knot on her gag to just rip the thing right off her head, spitting out, “I’m violent?” right along with the foul taste of the rag.
Whipping at his arms, Jamie let all the frustrated desire of the past two hours loose as she came at him. “I’m violent? Well you ain’t seen nothing yet, Brodie MacAuley.”
Brodie reeled back, holding up an arm to save his face from being smacked by his own bandana, complaining as if she were the insane one in the room. “Damnit, Jamie. I’ve had just about enough of this tantrum.”
“And I have never in my life been treated with such disrespect, you ball-less baboon! I am not some half-cent whore you found wondering around a gold mine to be pawed at by you and your brother, nor am I some errant rustler to be gagged with your filthy, sweat-soaked rag and carted around like a sack of grain. You want to see violent?”
Brodie snatched the bandana right out of her hands as he straightened over her. “That’s it.”
It certainly was. Before Jamie could consider that Brodie wasn’t some up-start client, she treated him to the full-on, Madame Jamie’s temper. Plucking an apple right off the center of the table, she cocked Brodie hard in the stomach with a reinforced fist.
The cowboy’s eyes bulged slightly. Whether in shock or true pain, she didn’t know. Grunting out an explicative, he bent over slightly. A motion she helped carry him to the ground with a hard shove. Toppled over at her feet, Jamie finally felt a little humor seep into her system. How long had she waited for this moment? Oh, but did it feel good.
Good enough to relish. “I am sick to death of you already, you horny-dicked meddler. Always sticking your nose in my business, dragging me all around, bullying me like some bitch you’ve bought and paid for. Well I ain’t no man’s breeder, and you go take your stubbed-cock back on over to Rebecca Boyd’s place.”
The mention of the widow had her humor vaporizing under a harsh flash of painful rage. “Didn’t think I knew about her, did you? You must have been dumb lucky to find a woman blind enough to willingly saddle herself to that wilted dick you got because trust me, honey, I know what a real man looks like, and I ain’t gonna saddle myself to no two-inch tool that needs his brother’s help just to get the job done.”
Chapter 7
That had been a step too far. Jamie realized it about a second after the words broke the air. Her lips snapped down as her cheeks puffed out with the rest of tirade trapped in. Caelen couldn’t see Brodie’s expression from his position, but he figured it out easily enough as blushing flames ate up Jamie’s cheeks.
With a shriek, she chunked the apple at his brother, knocking Brodie square in the forehead as he scrambled to his feet. The apple plunked to the floor and rolled toward Caelen’s boot, as Brodie shoved it away in his scramble to make it to his feet.
Shaking off the hit, Brodie crashed right through the line of chairs Jamie whipped out as she went screaming around the table. She even managed to whip one right into his shin as he came up hard on her heels. The chair cracked under the impact, making Caelen wince in sympathy as he cleaned the apple on his sleeve.
Careening off at the edge, Jamie rushed toward the door and freedom…and Caelen, who waited for her to recognize his presence. Her boots skidded on the hard-wood floors as she pulled up suddenly, taking in his relaxed posture as he barred the door merely by leaning against it.
“Please, Caelen.” All sweetly desperate with her soft voice and her sad eyes, the little darling even added a plaintive grip on his arm as he bit down into the apple. Oh, she did look so sweet it about tempted a man to agree to anything she wanted, but Caelen knew better than to fall for that look.
Swallowing down a chunk of apple, he gave her a not so reassuring grin. “Sorry, darlin’. You’ve earned the spanking.”
Jamie drew back, cringing under the weight of Brodie’s shadow as it came full-mast over her. Big, honey eyes full of true alarm, her lips quivered as her wavering voice repeated that. “Spanking?”
“And that’s four.”
Just like that, they flashed back into motion. It was like watching a scene from the past, as Jamie tried to take off in another screaming run. Brodie snatched her right off her feet in a whirl of fabric. She hissed, cussed, and fought him every step of the way. Nothing had changed but the ending.
This would be the first time Brodie disciplined Jamie as their woman, the idea of which made Caelen kind of hard. Given his nearly painful state of arousal for the past two hours, that little extra swell mad him suffer like he never had. It had already been a near thing on the ride, and more than once, he’d wondered if he’d disgrace himself by seeding his own damn jeans.
It was a problem he currently faced, as Brodie began tearing Jamie’s clothes from her body. It had been five long years since he’d had anything other than memory to put that thrill in his stomach. While he might have had his hands all over that sexy, little body for the past couple of hours, he hadn’t actually gotten to see much.
Now he got the full show as Brodie released her to run naked for cover. No doubt they both like watching Jamie’s little rump swaying with each step, but when her hand closed over the door knob, Brodie brought the fun to an end.
Sweeping her off her feet, he carried her back toward one of the chairs. There was just something very delightful about an armful of squirming, naked woman, Caelen thought as he chewed. All those soft curves shifting, giving him naughtily little glimpses at the brown curls covering her mound or the puckered, pink nipples crowning those gloriously round breasts…
Caelen shifted, giving up the fight with the ranging tyrant in his pants. Ripping open the line of buttons, he gave the bea
st some room to breathe. What it really wanted, though, was to be petted, and Brodie didn’t help any when he laid the girl over his legs.
She bit him right on the calf, hard from the way Brodie’s jaw flexed. His brother endured it all with a grunt. Keeping a firm hand on her lower back, Brodie held her in position as his other hand raised. In position, but not still. Those curvy legs kicked and flailed, parting to give Caelen the best view of a lifetime and making his fist clench around his cock.
At this pace, he might not be able to wait for her. Even as much as he knew that should shame him, Caelen just felt too damn good to care. It figured then that the door would get shoved into his back hard enough to make him give an inch.
With a growl, Caelen fumbled to the side as he tried to get his pants closed. Linc barged in at the same instant a piercing scream echoed a sharp crack. Shocked or horrified, Caelen didn’t know, but Linc froze with nearly a comical look of disbelief. It was all the second Caelen needed to shove his older brother right back out the door and slam it as another howl followed in the wake of a second hard smack.
Caelen didn’t say a word, just finished buttoning up his jeans before leaning back to guarded the door. Before him, Linc had been rendered mute or too full of responses to pick one. They showed, though, as his face twisted with confusion, and he started to speak more than once before finally closing his eyes and taking three very loud, very pointed deep breaths.
When his eyes opened again, his brother’s gray gaze focused on him with a clarity of indignation well cemented by a now rational mind. Linc’s slight smile didn’t fool Caelen in the least. Linc was pissed and intending to bring down hell over his head.
“Hey Caelen, you want to answer me a question?”
“Hmm?” Caelen raised a curious eyebrow.
“You want me to go ahead and shoot you in the balls now?” Linc didn’t look like he was kidding when he leveled the question at Caelen.