Strong Heat

by Niobia Bryant

  He was already skilled at properly fertilizing the land for hay growth and managing the grazing patterns of his herd to make sure both the land and his cattle were healthy. Having worked ranches since he was a teenager, Kael had a good portion of the loan and grant money he acquired set aside for the normal pitfalls of running a ranch and maintaining it. He was realistic that he would not see any true profits from his labor for a year or two and that’s why he was going to work his ranch part-time at first and still work other ranches until he was ready to take it on full-time.

  He was strong. He was smart. He was determined.

  His ranch would succeed.

  Kael used his horse to guide the last of the cattle into the corral before motioning for Jim to close the gate and securely lock it. Turning the horse around, he trotted it up to the wood fence and sat back in the saddle to look out at the fifty head of Texas longhorn cattle. All heifers ready to breed by the bull he had in a separate corral.

  He was proud of the design of the brand they seared into the cattle. The double circle around a blocked letter S would identify the animals as property of the Strong Ranch.

  Kael had just looked up to the skies and then over to the open spot where the cattle barn would go. Even though the cattle would be outdoors for the majority of the time, he knew it was best to have a barn in case of extremely bad weather and medical emergencies.

  One day, he thought, looking on as Jim filled the troughs with water for the cattle to drink.

  The sound of tires on gravel caused him to look over his shoulder. His eyes widened a bit in surprise as he just barely made out Lisha’s red Nova pulling to a stop at his house in the distance. He didn’t know she even knew where his ranch was. Turning the horse he rode the distance to the house, staying atop his horse as she turned on the porch to look at him.

  The scowl on her pretty face was aimed at him, and as adorable as he thought she looked with her lips pursed and her eyes fiery, he wondered what caused it.

  “Hello, Lisha,” he said.

  “Don’t you hello me, Kael Strong,” she snapped, coming across the wide porch to stand at the rail.

  “What has your knickers in a twist?” he asked as he easily dismounted the horse and tied the reins loosely to the porch.

  She looked off into the distance and pressed her lips closed.

  Glancing over his shoulder, he saw Jim’s tall and gangly figure ride up to begin brushing the horse down and leading him to the horse trough to drink from the clean water.

  Looking back at her, he quickly jogged up the steps, his boots making solid thumps on the wood as he reached her. “Come on inside,” he said, reaching for her elbow.

  She jerked away from his touch.

  Frowning, he opened the door and pushed it open wide with a wave of his hand for her to enter before him. She stormed across the hall and into the living room to spin around in the center to square off with him. He closed the door and leaned back against the wall next to it, propping his foot against the wall as he waited.

  “I got it loud and clear that you didn’t want a girlfriend,” she said, her chest heaving as she started to pace.

  Kael remained silent, knowing that when a woman was mad it was best to let her reveal her hand before saying a word that might send her to a higher level of anger.

  She stopped, pressed her hands to her hips in the jean shorts she wore with a striped V-neck T-shirt that Kael was fighting hard not to stare at. “You just gone stand there and say nothing?”

  He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I was waiting on you to finish,” he said calmly, still leaning against the wall.

  “Oh, I am finished, Kael Strong,” she said in a hard voice as she pointed her finger at him. “I am so finished with you.”

  “How can you be finished with something that never started?” he said, and then wished he hadn’t, but his patience was wearing thin.

  Lisha’s eyes widened and she gasped deeply before she walked up to him. “You think your shit don’t stink, but I know it do after that jive stunt you pulled,” she told him, stopping just a foot before him. “Your shit stinks to the core.”

  Kael wanted to laugh at her words because he thought her adorable . . . but he didn’t. “You plan on telling me why the hell you’re mad at me?”

  “I shoulda left your ass stranded behind in the rain,” she said, poking his chest.

  Kael captured her hand and held it, stopping her finger assault. Her skin was soft and the scent of her perfume on her wrist wafted up to him. His dick stirred. “What did I do, Lisha?” he asked.

  Her eyes were on his hand holding hers, but she shifted them up to look into his face. Something in her eyes let him know that his touch affected her just the way her touch affected him.

  “You didn’t have to stop your father’s home care to keep from seeing me,” she said, her anger not as fierce anymore.

  Kael frowned. “What?” he asked.

  Lisha licked her lips and took a step back from him, trying to tug her hand from his grasp.

  Kael didn’t want to let her go. So he didn’t.

  She looked down at their hands and then up at him again. She seemed flustered, like she’d lost her train of thought.

  Kael gave in to temptation and let his thumb gently stroke her inner wrist. He felt her pulse quicken and pound beneath his touch. His pulse did the same.

  “You made sure we wouldn’t see each other anymore,” she said, her eyes as soft as her voice. “I got it that you don’t want a girlfriend. It didn’t take all that to get your point across.”

  Kael was caught up in her. It was clear that even just a simple stroke of her wrist had her mind unclear and he understood because he felt heady with the idea that the same stroke of his thumb against her nipple would send them both into another headspace entirely. “Wait a minute,” he said, lowering her hand but still holding on to it. “I didn’t cancel the home physical therapy.”

  “I was told by my job that your sister would be bringing your father to Charleston for his physical therapy from now on,” she said. “They called me last night at home and told me again today at work.”

  Kael frowned. He hadn’t made that call. After Lisha dropped him off and he’d hightailed from his family’s questions about her, Kael had stayed at his house painting the walls late into the night.

  Kelli. It had to be. There was no way his father did anything to stop Lisha from coming to the house.

  Lisha had successfully pulled away from him, but Kael reached out for her again.

  “I didn’t stop the home care,” he said.

  She paused and looked confused and then disbelieving.

  “My sister must have called and thought she was helping out, but she didn’t check with me and I know my father ain’t gonna like this shit,” he told her, his thumb pressing against her pulse again.

  Lisha shook her head. “I’m not a stalker, Kael. I got the point you don’t want nothing to do with me—”

  “Oh, I want you,” he told her, his voice thick. “I want everything to do with you . . . and that’s the problem.”

  She gasped.

  He heard her and it fueled him. He tugged her close to him, wrapped his arms around her body to hold her close. “Damn,” he whispered against her open mouth just before he gave in to the desire to kiss her.

  Lisha’s eyes drifted closed and her fingers tightly gripped his plaid shirt into her fist as he tasted her mouth and then outlined it with the tip of his tongue. Her body jerked before it trembled. She opened her mouth beneath his and Kael lightly flicked his tongue against hers before gently sucking it with small pulsing motions.

  Lisha let out a cry that she knew came from deep within her as she felt her body come alive like never before. Her skin tingled. Her belly was hot. Her nipples hardened against his chest. The bud buried between the lips of her core was aching. She was dizzy. She was light-headed. She was lost.

  Bringing her hands up to his head, she stroked the
softness of his hair as he lifted her body and then turned them to press her back against the wall.

  She arched and moaned. “Hmmmmmmmmmm.”

  It sounded as primal as she felt.

  Lisha had never been kissed like this. Never.

  She had never felt like this. Ever.

  Kael felt an excitement like nothing before as he continued to float between deep kisses with his clever tongue to gentle brief kisses against her mouth. The deep muscles of his thighs trembled as he felt his dick harden and lengthen against her belly. He was sure all of the blood of his body filled his erection. He didn’t care. The rest of his body be damned. He was on a journey that he didn’t want to end.

  A desire like nothing he’d ever felt before filled him. He wanted nothing more than to be buried deep within her walls and stroking them both to a slow and wicked climax.

  Lisha brought her legs up around Kael’s waist as he sucked her chin before making a trail of kisses back up to her mouth again. He rolled his hips against hers and the hard length of him stroked against her core.

  And she liked it. She liked it a lot.

  “No,” she gasped, breaking the kiss and bringing her hands down to tightly grasp the collar of his shirt before she fought hard to find the will and the energy to push against his shoulders until he freed her.

  Dropping down to her sneakered feet, she moved away from him and wiped her mouth as her eyes widened at the moistness of her panties against her pulsing clit.

  Kael’s chest was heaving and he was panting as he turned to look at her walk away from him. His dick ached and his loins were tight. “Lisha,” he said.

  She turned and held one of her hands up to him when he started to walk toward her with his hard dick leading the way. “No, no. No-no-no-no. No. NO,” she said with emphasis.

  Kael stopped with his mouth still open and panting as his heart raced. His eyes dropped to take in the sight of her nipples hard and pressed against the thin material of her T-shirt. If it was at all possible, his dick got harder. “I didn’t make that call to cancel the therapy,” he said. “And I will get it straight and get it back going. My sister was wrong for assuming what’s best for our father and I’m sorry.”

  Lisha nodded and walked up to him, but she reached for the door. That disappointed him. “I have to go,” she said softly, turning the knob.

  Kael reached out and gripped the door, keeping it from opening any further. “You make it so hard to ignore you, Lisha. Without even trying,” he whispered down to her in that heated intimate space of just a few inches between them.

  She looked up at him with her big bright eyes, but he didn’t understand the sadness he saw mingled with her desire for him. “I have to go, Kael,” she said again.

  He nodded and released the door before stepping back from her.

  Seconds later she was gone.

  He felt the loss of her presence and turned to pound his fist against the wall.

  Lisha stopped on the porch of Kael’s home. She closed her eyes and pressed her hand against her chest and fought to control the desire she had for him. She fought hard . . . and lost.

  Turning, she walked back into the house.

  Kael was standing at one of the windows flanking the fireplace. He turned and eyed her as she closed the door. Not looking away from him, she pulled her T-shirt over her head as she walked slowly toward him. Her shorts were next and then her sneakers, until she stood before him in nothing but her pink lace panties and sheer bra.

  “Damn,” he said, dropping to his knees before her.

  She pressed her hands to the back of his head and pressed the side of his face to her naked belly. His large hands grasped her calves before slowly sliding up the back of her legs as he turned his face to press warm and moist kisses across her stomach.

  She gasped.

  He sucked her belly button as his fingers gently pulled the edge of her panties from her body before roughly jerking the lace down from her full bottom.

  Lisha’s head fell back and she let out a little cry that was a pressure release. “Kael,” she moaned, working her hips back and forth gently as he worked her panties down her legs.

  Leaning back enough to look up at her with those sexy bedroom eyes, he smiled wolfishly as he pressed his mouth to the plump mound of her pussy. Not even the thin layer of soft hair covering it stopped him from opening his mouth and playfully biting her.

  She tilted her head to the side and stroked his square jaw as she opened her legs and then bent them. “Lick me?” she asked softly.

  Kael brought his hands around her thick thighs and used his thumbs to spread her lips and pulled her soft flesh up a bit to expose her clit.

  She shivered as he drew his tongue against it and then pursed his lips to blow a cool stream of air against the aching bud. “Yes,” she whispered, slightly arching her hips forward.

  “More?” he asked, his words heating her flesh.

  “Please,” she begged with no shame.

  He rose to his feet and took off the short-sleeved shirt he wore to lay on the floor beside her.

  Lisha brought her hands up to drag her fingers against the hard contours of his chest slightly covered by fine hairs. His hard dark brown nipples. The deep grooves of his eight-pack abdomen. The delicious vee that disappeared behind the rim of his low jeans.

  She leaned into him and sucked one of his nipples before flicking her tongue against it.

  His hands came up to tangle in her hair as he pressed her head closer. “Damn, Lisha. Damn.”

  She shifted to the other nipple, her hands easing down his back to his buttocks and around to stroke down the length of his dick in his snug-fitting jeans.

  “See how hard you got it?” he asked her.

  Lisha looked up at him and shook her head. “I can’t in those jeans,” she said, before stepping back to lie down on the shirt and spread her legs before him.

  Kael’s eyes zoned in on her pink flesh as he worked the zipper down over his hardness. As he pushed his jeans and black briefs down his legs, his dark brown dick sprung free and hung away from his body with thickness and weight.

  Her eyes widened and she swallowed over a sudden lump in her throat.

  He saw her fear. He shook his head as he got down on his knees between her open thighs. “Don’t be afraid. Touch it,” he told her thickly.

  She looked down at the curving length of him and then up at his eyes before reaching out to wrap her hand around him. He hissed as his hips jerked forward at her touch. Lisha bit her bottom lip as she stroked the warm hardness.

  He thrust his hips forward again and let his head fall back.

  Lisha worked her hand down the full length of him, even lightly dragging her fingertips across his dark nuts as well before stroking back up the length of him to trace her thumb around the hot tip.

  “No more,” he begged, reaching out to capture her hand. “I can’t take that. Not when I have something I promised you.”

  Kael grabbed her thighs and pulled her body up onto the top of his strong muscled thighs until her knees flanked his head and the sweet softness of her ass pressed against his chest. He pulled her legs apart like a chest press and looked down into her moist flesh as it blossomed before him. Biting his bottom lip, he jerked her body up higher and lowered his head to tongue kiss her flesh.

  Lisha’s hips arched up. Her feet shot up straight behind him and she had to bite her own lip to keep from hollering.

  Kael took his time sucking her clit, loving the feel of her body’s reaction. The shivers. The moans. The arches of her hips. The way her fingers clenched at the edges of his shirt. The expressions of sweet torture on her face.

  He massaged the thickness of her thighs as he pressed his tongue deeper against her clit and stroked it with the sides of his tongue.

  “Ah,” she cried out, hissing in pleasure.

  Kael gave her one last intimate kiss before lowering her body until his dick sat nestled down the middle of her buttocks. He closed
her legs, causing her ass to cup him tightly as he worked his hips, sending it back and forth against her flesh.

  Lisha moved her hips in countermotion to his until they were rocking back and forth like their bodies floated on a wave.

  “Like that?” he asked.

  She nodded. “It’s nice.”

  “Nice?” Kael spread her legs again, inhaling the scent of her pussy before using his hand to guide the thick tip of his dick inside her. He felt himself going a little crazy at the tight feel of her as he looked down at her brown and pink flesh surrounding him.

  “Like that?” he asked, his eyes locked on her.

  “It’s so good,” she moaned.

  Coming off his knees, he lowered his body, sending his hardness deeper inside her until she was filled with him. He tensed and lowered his head to the floor beside hers, pressing a kiss to her shoulder as he fought for control.

  Lisha brought her hands up to tightly grasp his hard buttocks and she pushed down on them, wanting him to move inside her. Wanting to feel his hardness against her flesh. Wanting to stroke her clit with his heat.

  Just wanting him.

  With one tenuous thrust after Kael felt his explosion subside, he began to ride her as his hand clutched at her hair and he pressed heated kisses to the side of her face and neck.

  “So wet,” he moaned.

  Lisha hotly licked his salty shoulder, not caring that the weight of him pressed her body against the hard floor as he gave her inch after inch of something much harder. Slowly. Deeply. Stroke after stroke.

  “Yes,” she cried out, her eyes closed as she rode all of the emotions as he rode her.

  She wrapped her ankles around his calves as she shifted to hold his face as she tilted her chin up and sucked his bottom lip. He shivered and she felt his dick get harder inside of her. With a seductive smile she pulled his bottom lip into her mouth as she looked up into his eyes.

  Kael eased the last inch inside of her until she was filled to the brim. Freeing her hair, he slid his hand beneath her buttocks and raised her hip up off the floor as he circled his hips, sending his dick against the walls like he was cleaning a bowl.