by Chloe Lang
She shook her head. He could see that her focus was beginning to soften. Her left nipple poked his fingertips through the fabric of her shirt. He looked over at her right breast and saw its twin forming a tiny tent of cotton there.
“Mackenzie, being with you is something I’ve wanted for some time. I bet you’ve thought about it, too. You’re right about my brother and me. This is normal. Hell, it’s normal for the whole town. He’ll be okay with this, and I’m much more than okay.”
“But what if I’m not, cowboy? We really don’t know each other that well. Tell me about yourself. Tell me about your family.”
His gut tightened. Life had gotten so twisted of late. “I grew up with three dads and one mom.”
“What was that like?”
It hit him what she was doing—trying to take the reins back, take control. She needed to stop. Why had he let her get so far? That wasn’t like him. He was a Dom, and a good one at that. Only one person here was going to lead the charge, and it wasn’t Mackenzie. The harder she tried to hold on to control, the more she would suffer with her pain about her brother. Not happening. Not on his watch.
He cupped her chin, pulled her close, and pressed his lips against hers once again. Her fingers grazed the back of his shoulders and neck, flooding him with heat, need. He couldn’t resist plunging his tongue into her wet, soft mouth. She tasted amazing. His dick swelled.
She moved her hands to the front of his chest and pushed slightly, clearly trying to dissuade him some.
He allowed her to break free from his kiss. “Don’t you like being kissed by a cowboy?”
“Yes. I like it very much, but shouldn’t we wait for Wade?” She was clearly flustered.
“Are you telling me you’re ready for both of us?” he teased. “At the same time?”
Her cheeks fired pink. “You’re a devil, Wyatt Masters.”
This wasn’t the first time he’d been told that. He considered it a compliment. “That and so much more, Mackenzie. Much more.”
“Confident. I see.” A glint of mischief crossed her eyes. “Perhaps you need your sidekick in the bedroom, cowboy.”
“I’m perfectly capable of loving you all by myself. And I’ll be happy to prove it.” He latched onto her breasts with his hands and began caressing them gently.
He watched her long lashes fluttering open and shut and her eyes glazing over. Never had he seen such a beautiful sight in his life.
“That feels good.” Her head tilted back.
He leaned down and sucked hard on her left nipple through the fabrics of both her bra and shirt, making her gasp. “Fuck this. I want you naked. Now.”
Normally, he would make a sub strip for him, but this wasn’t normal and Mackenzie wasn’t a trained sub, not yet anyway. As fast as he could, he ridded her of her shirt, jeans, and every other article of clothing he found save her bra and panties, which matched in a pale blue tone. He placed his hands on her shoulders to keep ahold on her but leaned back to get a better look at this incredible woman. Full breasts, hourglass frame, silky legs, even cute little toes painted the exact shade as her undergarments. Was that something she did always? He hoped so and filed that away in his memory for the future.
He slid his hand down her naked abdomen. “Like that, honey?”
“I do, but—”
“Not ‘buts.’” He kissed her again, and the shiver she rewarded him with went straight to his cock.
He wanted her completely lost, drowning in desire. The key was more kisses and more caresses. Making this first time with her last and last would be his pleasure, more than his pleasure, his whole world, here and now.
Ever so slowly, he slipped the straps of her bra off her soft shoulders. He kissed her neck, sweeping his tongue along her skin, inhaling her scent of jasmine and honey. Unfastening her bra, he removed it in a most unhurried fashion, revealing more of her breasts bit by delicious bit.
“Time for a snack on your taut berries, darling.” He suckled on her tips, one after another, until he felt her fingernails clawing on his shoulders. More and she would come, but he wasn’t ready for that. Not yet. “Where you’re from, most people call you ‘Kristen,’ right?”
“Back home, yes.”
“Everyone here calls you ‘Mac,’ besides us.”
“True.”
“What do you want me to call you?” His question surprised him. Doms didn’t ask such a thing, but something about her unhinged him enough to keep him off-balance.
“I actually kind of like that both you and Wade call me ‘Mackenzie.’ I’m not sure why, but I do.”
“That settles it. You will forever be my Mackenzie.”
“Forever?”
“Absolutely.” He feathered his lips over her skin, following the tracks of his fingertips. He watched as gooseflesh popped up everywhere on her. Continuing his mouth’s trek, he moved down her torso to her abdomen, licking her sweet navel until she was trembling wildly. He could smell her want, and that drove him mad with desire.
“Spread your legs wide for me.”
She gasped. “This is crazy.” Like a good little sub, she still complied, giving him such satisfaction. In time, with a little training, she would settle into submission in the bedroom, and maybe even onstage at the club, perfectly. Still, he wasn’t sure she would be submissive all the time. She had a will of her own, and he wouldn’t change that one bit. If he and Wade could be her sex masters, that would give him all he would ever need.
He moved his hands to her panties, rubbing her mound through the silk. Without a word, Mackenzie closed her eyes and parted her legs even more.
“You getting wet for me?”
Her eyes widened. She bit her lip and nodded. Clearly her worries were being pushed to the back of her troubled mind as he swamped her with his touches.
“Good.” His need to sample her sweet pussy’s juices thundered inside him, but he kept it at bay.
He pulled her tiny little body into him.
Another kiss, then he swept his tongue along her slender neck, inhaling her scent of jasmine and honey. He kissed his way down to her soft breasts, circling both of her raspberry nipples. Farther down he went to her taut stomach, lingering at her navel. He moved his fingers to the elastic band of her panties.
She trembled at his assault.
“Time to see what prize is behind this pale blue.” He pulled her underwear off, and gazed at her perfect, little pussy, puffy and moist. Her clit was swollen, and he fell to his knees to worship the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. Down and down to her swollen clit. He tongued it lightly.
“G–God!”
He captured her bud of nerves between his lips, applying a slow, steady pressure while he moved a finger into her tight slit, rubbing a spot high and inside her front wall. He’d only had one-on-one sex with a woman, sans his brother, a few times in his life. Those had always felt awkward and forced. Not now. Not with Mackenzie.
Her body flushed with heat, matching his growing lust.
He used two fingers on her sensitive spot, rubbing, stroking, driving up her pleasure. As she tightened around his hand and clawed his shoulders, he knew he’d succeeded. Her worries were gone, at least for the moment. Pleasure was consuming all of her.
“You’re on fire. Your pussy is deliciously wet for me.” He drank down some of her intimate drops, relishing its heat and spiciness. “You want to come for me, don’t you?
“Yes,” she panted.
“Your body will surrender to me, right? I want your sex tight and convulsing around my dick.”
He slipped his tongue deep into her pussy and pressed on her clit with his fingers.
She screamed and more of her cream covered his mouth, increasing his hunger to have her, to claim her, here and now, for always.
Mackenzie rocked like a wild mustang against his face, hips rotating forward into him again and again. He swallowed her sugary drops with feverish recklessness. Giving her pleasure meant more to him than any
thing he’d ever wanted. The more she trembled, the more his cock stiffened and his balls grew heavier.
Time to move this to the horizontal. He stood and lifted her up in his arms. She folded into him like a rag doll, shaking wildly. He carried her into the bedroom and lowered her onto his bed.
Keeping his fingertips on her from one of his hands, he stripped out of his own clothes using the free one. Though it would’ve been easier to undress with both hands, he couldn’t bear not touching her, not even for a second. In time, he was completely free of clothes, though he’d fingered one of his condoms out of the front pocket of his jeans. As he crawled between her legs, drinking her scrumptious pussy’s nectar, he sheathed his dick with the rubber.
“Fuck, you taste good.” He guided her legs over his shoulders and lapped up every drop of her.
She writhed under him. “Please. Oh. Please. Oh.”
He pulled her legs off of his head and climbed up her torso until his dick touched her wet, swollen folds.
He gazed into her half-closed eyes, hazy with desire. “I’m going to thrust my dick deep into your pussy, and you’re going to take every inch. You understand, Mackenzie?”
A moan escaped her lips. “I understand.”
She seemed to like his dirty talk. He could do better. “I’m going to move my cock hard and slow at first into your body until you’re clawing and calling my name.”
“Ohhh. Yes.”
“Ready to beg, darling?” He wanted her to plead for his cock.
“I am. I can’t bear much more.” Her lips trembled. “Please, get in me. Get inside me.”
He loved hearing her submission. A little more would be the icing on this amazing time. “I’m not sure you mean it.”
“Please, Wyatt. I need you in me, now.”
She pressed her pussy against his cock, inviting him inside, inside her body.
“I’m in charge here, baby, not you.” His Dom nature roared for release. He would let a bit out, but only a bit. More might be too much for her, at least for now. Later, who knew? He would love finding out how much she could take, how much she could surrender to. Right now, it was a toe in the water when it came to D/s play with her. That was all. Here comes the toe. “You may run the show outside this bedroom, but not inside, not here, ever. Got it?”
She nodded sheepishly, and he knew he had her.
“Good. Don’t forget it.” He slipped the tip of his dick just past her pussy’s lips. It took all his control not to plunge all the way inside her. “Nice and slow.”
She shifted forward, trying to urge him in deeper.
He pulled back. “No, baby. No. Don’t try to take charge. I already told you. Don’t try me, okay?”
“I can’t help it. I need you. I need this.”
Poor little Mackenzie was so frustrated. But they were doing this his way. “You like me inside you?”
“God, yes.”
“Obey me and I’ll give you what you want, what you need. Disobey me and I will hold back.” It was so easy for him to guide her to submission, and her quick obedience seemed to come naturally to her.
“I will, but please make love to me. I have to have you inside me.”
He moved his cock an inch into her pussy. “Like this.”
“Ohhhh. Yes. Please. More.”
She shifted ever so slightly but didn’t move into him. Her urges were strong but she held them back to please him. He wanted her to try but to eventually fail, to succumb to absolute wantonness. How fun it would be to strap her to a spanking bench to find out what other limits he could stretch inside her.
“How about another inch into that sweet, tight pussy?” Heat rolled through him as he contained his own urges to only a fraction of what they screamed for in the back of his head. His cock throbbed and his balls ached as he felt her inner walls tighten on him.
“Yes, God!”
Lust urged him to go deeper, faster, but he resisted. Her reaction, her passion, her pants to his deliberate, slow motion were a multiplier to the inferno raging inside him. More. He, too, wanted more.
“What do you need, sweetheart? What can I do to make you happy?” He already knew but wanted to hear it from her lush lips.
Her legs were wrapped around his body, and her fingernails raked his back. “Please, I want all of it.”
He could no longer hesitate, lost to his own need to possess, to claim her. He plunged his whole cock deep into her pussy.
Her fingernails sank into his shoulders. “Yes. Yes. God, yes.”
Like a red flag to a charging bull, her screams called to his hunger. He picked up the pace of his thrusts, pounding her tight sex relentlessly, one lusty stroke after another. An upsurge of visceral hunger spread over him, ending at the base of his dick.
“You like me inside you?” he asked.
She panted. “Yes.”
He increased his pace, filling her tight pussy with his entire dick again and again. His throat vibrated with an unreleased growl.
“Ohh!”
He would leave her spent and satisfied. No mercy. “Squeeze my dick with your pussy,” he commanded, and instantly he felt her insides tighten around his cock. “Fuck, that’s it. Perfect.”
Their bodies were perfectly locked intimately together, synchronized for what was to come.
He shoved faster and harder into her body, fueled by an urgency that would not be denied any longer. Need was filling every space in his body and mind. He felt her tremors and convulsions as her orgasm rocketed through her. He came inside her, the woman who had changed him forever, changed every thought, every dream, every cell in his body.
After her breathing softened and her body settled back from the shakes she’d had for several minutes, he kissed her. He would never let her go. Ever. She was his from now on. It didn’t make sense, but it was true. No sense in questioning it now or ever. Whatever it took to win her for good, he would do until she surrendered to him for always.
Chapter Ten
Mac shook off her afterglow, which was calling her to sleep. This was no time to doze off.
Wyatt was sitting in the chair by the bed, watching her. He was still naked, and she turned away from his amazing muscled maleness, a mirror of his brother’s.
“What’s the matter, Mackenzie?” he asked.
She sat up on the side of the bed, clinging to the sheet to cover herself. “Wade. Where is he?”
“I don’t know,” he said, rising from the chair.
“No. Don’t move any closer. I fucked up. I shouldn’t have done this. I’ve got to go.” She felt the tremble in her throat. The less said from here on the better. She wasn’t sure she’d be able to keep her voice steady.
“Baby, we’ll hear from him soon. Any moment.”
She wanted to believe him, wanted him to console her, to comfort her, to make love to her again, to make her forget. “This whole thing…with you and your brother…I shouldn’t have let things get out of hand. I should’ve remained focused on why I’m here in Wilde. That’s about my brother and nothing else.”
“No. You didn’t fuck this up. I did.” His face darkened.
“Listen to me, Wyatt, I’m the one to blame. Not you.”
“There’s blame enough to share, Mackenzie, I suppose. We both wanted to be together, true?”
“Damn it, yes. It’s true,” she confessed. Lying to him seemed ridiculous now.
“I understand you’re confused,” he said.
“You think you understand me?” she challenged. “You don’t. You barely know me.” She swung her legs over the side of the bed, letting the sheet fall away, uncaring that she was completely exposed to him. That could be remedied once she retrieved her clothes from the other room.
“Do you want to talk about what happened?” he offered in a firm, deep voice. It almost sounded like a demand more than a question.
For a moment, she thought about it. What was it about him and his twin that made her do the most stupid of things? Instead of succumbing to
his request, she placed an invisible boundary between them by crossing her arms over her chest.
She stood, keeping her armor of arms around her. “I have to go.”
Wyatt stood, too, and stepped to her. She thought about asking him again to stay put but didn’t. He’d let her weary mind rest in a haze of pleasure. God, she hadn’t had a single waking moment and few sleeping moments not thinking about her brother. She loved being in Wyatt’s arms. His embrace somehow made her feel that everything would be okay, everything would work out. Trent would be found safe and sound. Some silly misunderstanding. Some foolish flight of fancy he’d taken. They could all laugh about it over cold beers at the Horseshoe Bar & Grill. After, she could explore how far she might go with the Masters twins.
“Let me call Wade first,” he said.
She studied him, considering his offer. This was just another ploy of his to keep her with him. Why? Was he only playing bodyguard? Did he see himself as her protector? She’d learned how to protect herself a long time ago. No sense in changing that now. She should leave. Had to even. But leaving wasn’t an option for her, not until he talked to Wade. Not until she knew what he’d found out from Austin’s secretary.
“Okay, cowboy. Call him. Call your brother.”
Wyatt smiled and grabbed up his discarded jeans from the floor. She enjoyed the view of his naked frame very much.
God, his body is flawless.
She closed her eyes, remembering to stay focused on finding Trent, and only that. Once she thought her control was back, she opened her eyes again.
The unclothed cowboy pulled his cell from the pocket of his jeans. He punched a number and put it up to his ear. After what seemed to be several minutes, he shook his head. “No answer, honey. I’m sorry.”
A long sigh slipped past her lips. “This is something I have to do on my own. Wyatt, thank you for making the phone call, but I really have to go.”
“No.” There was no mistaking his tone now. He wasn’t suggesting, asking, or trying to coerce her. He meant business. “You won’t be safe until we know what has happened to your brother. If he did get involved with someone or several someones that he shouldn’t have, we’ll find out, but until then, you’re not leaving my side. Am I making myself clear?”