Rough (Wolf Ranch Book 1)

by Renee Rose

  I must have stared too long because she whimpered, then called my name.

  “What is it, darlin’? Need to come ‘cause you’re getting your ass spanked?”

  “I’ve… it’s… yes!”

  I cupped her heated skin, stroked it. “Never been spanked before?”

  She shook her head, her hair falling down over her shoulders.

  “We’re going to find out all the things you like. Every.” I spanked her. “Single.” Again. “One.”

  Her moan caught the air.

  “Hand me that plug.”

  She’d been holding it in her hand this whole time.

  “Boyd,” she whispered again.

  I leaned over her, my front pressed to her back, whispered in her ear. “You can say no. I’ll pull up your panties and jeans, and we’ll go to the watering hole right now, darlin’. You tell me what you want.”

  “I… I’m not sure.”

  She shivered, and I kissed her ear, along the side of her neck.

  “Do you want to come?”

  She nodded.

  “Gotta hear you say it.”

  “Yes.”

  “Do you trust me?”

  She didn’t pause. Didn’t even blink. “Yes.”

  “Ah, my sweet, sweet darlin’.”

  Then I spanked her again.

  “So sweet and so bad.”

  I took the plug from her hold and stood back up. The plug was small, about the size of my thumb, with a narrow tip, a wider section in the middle and a base that I knew would fit snug between her cheeks. And it vibrated.

  Perfect.

  While it was made of silicone and smooth to the touch, it had only a little bit of give and was sturdy enough to work into her. I slid it back and forth over her heated cheeks, letting her get used to the feel of it. With my other hand, I cupped her pussy and instantly my fingers were coated. Even though I got her verbal consent, she wasn’t lying about her desire. She wasn’t giving in for the sake of pleasing the rodeo champ.

  I made her hot. Wet. Eager to come.

  How could I refuse? I had to go slow though, to take my time. No matter how much I wanted to get my fingers inside her, feel how tight and hot she was, it was the one place I didn’t go. Getting in her ass required her to be so worked up she was losing her mind and that was one way to do it.

  Not long, she began to roll her hips, tried to get my fingers to go where she wanted them. I spanked her again, my sticky fingers leaving a wet spot on her pink ass. “Nope, darlin’. Who’s in charge here?”

  “You are.”

  “That’s right.” Setting my hand at the base of her spine, I used my thumb to part her pert cheeks and fuck, found her tight little hole. It winked at me and knew she was eager for it.

  “Hurry,” she whined.

  I couldn’t help but grin. When she got going, she didn’t hold back.

  I slid the toy through her sticky honey, got it all coated, but still grabbed the sample sized bottle of lube and flipped the top with my thumb. With a gentle squeeze, I dribbled a few drops onto her hole.

  She gasped, then stilled. I circled the tip of the plug through the lube, coating the tip, getting her used to something touching the outside of her anus. Her fingers clenched the truck seat and she jolted.

  “Shh.” I soothed her like I would a skittish mare. Gently pressing, I nudged the tip of the plug into her, but just the very tip, then pulled back. Again and again, I did that, getting a little bit more into her until she was pushing back and working the plug in herself.

  “That’s it, darlin’. Take it nice and deep.” In one careful push, I got the broadest part into her, and then it popped into place, her muscles tightening back around it.

  “Fuck me, ain’t you a sight.”

  “Boyd,” she practically growled, making me wonder if she wasn’t part wolf.

  I couldn’t stand around and admire how pretty she was, pussy glistening and a plug in her ass. She’d been a good girl and she deserved a reward. My fingers in her pussy. I worked into her, then another and curled them over her g-spot.

  “Yes!” she cried.

  “Get ready, darlin’. Brace yourself.” I pressed the button on the plug and the vibrations kicked in.

  Instantly, her inner walls clamped down on my fingers.

  “Oh my God,” she groaned. “Boyd… it’s… I’m going to come.”

  Not two seconds after the vibrations began, she did just that. Her head went back, her hair flying over her back like a wild stallion’s. She screamed. A blood curdling cry as if she’d had no idea an orgasm like that could happen. Her pussy milked my fingers, dripped her cream. Sweat bloomed on her pink ass as she tried to catch her breath.

  It was the most beautiful thing I ever saw.

  I slowed my fingers, just kept them inside her as she came down from the orgasm that seemed to go on and on. When she slumped against the seat, I turned off the plug, stroked the smooth skin of her ass.

  “One of these days, we’re going to get you naked. I want to see all of you, get my hands on those beautiful tits.”

  I heard her laugh, and she pushed herself up. I stepped back enough, so she could turn around and face me, her pants still down. She had a sloppy smile on her face, her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were all blurry behind her glasses.

  “Did you know we’ve barely kissed?”

  I looked at her lips and realized she was right. I hadn’t sampled them enough. I was about to lower my head and take her mouth, but her hand wrapped around my neck and tugged me down. She was aggressive, and I liked it.

  Her tongue found mine, and I had no idea how long we stood there and just kissed. My dick was going to have a zipper mark and my balls were probably going to fall off, but I was happy.

  Finally, I lifted my head. “Come on, let’s get that plug out and fix your pants. I got distracted, and we still haven’t made it to the secret spot.”

  She gripped my shirt, not allowing me to step back. “What about you?” She looked down at my crotch, and I almost came in my pants. She could no doubt see the pre-cum stain on my jeans as it was seeping non-stop. Her hand slid down my chest and cupped me. I hissed and closed my eyes at the feel.

  “Later. Let’s get to the spot first.”

  When she didn’t move her hand away but cupped me more firmly, I looked down at her. “Audrey.”

  “Here. Now. You’ve gotten me off three times, and all you’ve done is come in your hand.”

  “At the watering hole.”

  “Here.” Slowly, she turned back around and bent over like she had been, offering up her pussy with her ass still plugged.

  Fuck. Me.

  My wolf said now. My dick said now.

  Fine. Now.

  “Here, but I want to see you.”

  With my hands on her hips, I picked her up and carried her to the back of the truck, grabbing a blanket on the way. I set her down long enough to drop the tailgate, toss the blanket down, then pick her up and set her upon it. “Lean back.”

  She did as I told her, so she wasn’t sitting directly on the plug. I tugged off her shoes, then got her jeans and panties down her legs in seconds, so she was bare from the waist down, her feet dangling off the edge. That wasn’t enough. I needed all of her.

  “Shirt off.”

  She worked the tank top over her head and didn’t linger before unhooking the back of her bra and dropping it beside her.

  “Holy shit, woman. You’re gorgeous.”

  “I’m short and curvy.”

  My gaze raked over every perfect inch of her. “Yes, you are. Just the way I like.”

  She blushed. After everything we’d just done, she blushed.

  Taking one ankle in hand, I set her foot on the very edge of the tailgate, then the other.

  She lowered herself to the blanket as I pushed her knees wide. Her pussy was right there at the edge of the tailgate and it was at exactly the right height to fuck.

  Opening my jeans, I pulled out my
dick, sheathed it in a condom I pulled from my shirt pocket.

  She looked at my dick, her eyes widening. “Wow.”

  I grinned and looked down her lush body. “Wow is right.”

  “Now,” she all but begged. I didn’t need to be told twice, and I stepped close, gripped the base of my dick and slid the tip through her slick folds. I loved the sight of her, all eager and wet, her ass filled.

  I didn’t wait. I couldn’t. I’d been hard for her since I first saw her. In one stroke, I slid deep, parting her pink lips and opening her wide. Slapping my hands on the truck bed beside her head, I held myself deep.

  She looked up at me, her eyes wide, her lips parted.

  “Boyd, move, please.”

  I grinned, then gave her what she wanted. Slow in and out strokes that made my wolf howl. She was so tight, so hot, even through the latex barrier. I wanted to pull out, yank it off and take her bare. Not yet. Soon.

  Now, I claimed, let her see what it would be like between us. I could feel the firmness of the plug as it stroked the bottom side of my dick. The combination of Audrey’s tight sheath and the hard feel of the toy pushed me to the brink. It was too good.

  I was going to come, but not before she did.

  “Again,” I growled. She arched her hips up to meet me. My balls slapped against the base of the plug. The scent of fucking, of her sweet musk, filled my nostrils.

  Mine. She was mine. On the back of my truck. No soft bed. No sweet words. Just hard fucking with a plug in her ass.

  And she loved it.

  I slipped my hand between us and flicked her clit with my thumb. Leaning down, took a taut nipple into my mouth. Sucked.

  Fuck yes.

  “Boyd!” she cried, fucking me as much as I was fucking her. Her inner walls clenched, and she tugged on my hair. She was going to come, and my wolf was thrilled with our prowess. We could sexually satisfy our woman.

  She came, but there was no scream this time, only gasps as she milked my dick. I didn’t last. I couldn’t. I didn’t want to. I didn’t even care that I’d come in under two minutes. I’d take her again as planned by the watering hole. In my bed later. But I’d come now, satisfy her, myself and my wolf.

  My balls tightened, my dick thickened, and I thrust deep, held still as I shook with the ferocity of my orgasm. I lifted my head as I growled, afraid I’d bite her breast.

  We were a sweaty mess when we both recovered, but I didn’t pull out. Not yet. I stroked her hair back, kissed her. Gently. Sweetly.

  “Okay?” I murmured.

  She nodded. “Again.”

  Slowly, I smiled. “You’re a greedy little thing, aren’t you?”

  My dick started to swell, and I had to pull out, carefully holding the condom.

  “Kinky, too.”

  “Yeah, I guess I am. With you.”

  I growled. “That’s right. Only with me.”

  I took care of the condom, then the butt plug. “Come on, darlin’. Let’s get to the watering hole as I wanted. Then you can have your way with me.”

  I winked and helped her back in her clothes. I wanted her to remain bare, to walk naked as I often did after a shift and a run. She didn’t need clothes here, not with me. Not with anyone around.

  I’d get her there. For now, I’d get her to the secret spot, get her naked again. She liked it wild, she liked it rough. I’d give her anything she wanted. Do anything she wanted. Ensure she knew she was mine. When I helped her down from the truck bed and saw her reddened ass, I knew she already was.

  18

  AUDREY

  Everything tingled. My ass, my clit, my nipples. My lips. And the oxytocin—what we’d called the love hormone in med school—plowing through my system had me soaring. Bonding.

  I was definitely feeling the love.

  In all kinds of ways.

  It was more than physical, and that part scared the hell out of me. Marina had told me to climb Boyd like a tree. Becky, who’d never met my sister, would high five her and agree. I’d wanted to get laid, get some man-made orgasms and have a little fun.

  Check and check.

  I hadn’t expected Boyd to turn out to be so much more than I gave him credit for. He was almost too good to be true. Cocky, sure. He’d proven he was a skilled lover. No wonder women eyed him like he was the last piece of chocolate in a box. I craved him now.

  I guess that made me nervous. Because I’d learned if something seemed too good to be true, it usually was.

  I wasn’t going to give any attention to my fears right now, though. The day was gorgeous, and my body thrummed with pleasure. I was following Boyd across the field. His long legs ate up the distance, and I couldn’t keep up. He slowed, held out his hand, and I took it. He didn’t let go as he led me to—

  “Is that water?” I asked as we headed down a barely-there narrow footpath. I assumed we were on private property, but the place was visited enough to have a worn-down area in the grass. We were about ten minutes from the truck and had gone higher and close to the mountains. Small boulders dotted the hillside, scraggly bushes and even a cottonwood or two offered dappled spots of shade. I stopped short and gasped when we rounded a corner. “Oh my God, Boyd. This is incredible.”

  In front of us, a small, fifteen-foot waterfall dazzled, dropping freely over a moss-covered rock lip to feed what appeared to be a deep pool.

  He looked my way and grinned. “I know, darlin’. It’s private property, Old Man Shefield’s land. Wolf Ranch is his next-door neighbor, so I’ve been coming here since I was a tot. He died a few months ago, sadly.”

  I turned around and looked east. I couldn’t see the house for this property or any of the buildings on Wolf Ranch. He leaned close and pointed over my shoulder.

  “Wolf Ranch is that way.”

  “This is one of those things you did as a kid? Roamed free and got to come up here with your brothers?”

  I turned back around, took in the water. It would be called a pond because of the size. It was perhaps only thirty feet across. Excess water escaped over the bank and made a little stream that went down the hillside.

  “Sure did.”

  I could envision Boyd as a boy, pale tousled hair and gangly arms and legs, running after his older brothers and splashing in the water. It had to have been such a carefree childhood. Until—

  “Do you swim here?” I asked, steering my thoughts away from what had happened to his parents. I wondered if he came here much after their deaths.

  “Yes. Feel the water. You won’t believe it.”

  I walked to the water’s edge, squatted down and stuck my fingertips in. “It’s so warm! Is it a hot spring?”

  He nodded, then tipped his chin. “Yep. The waterfall is runoff and cold as hell. Beneath it, coming out of the ground is a spring. Water’s really hot, so careful if you go in that corner. It all mixes together to make it just right. I’ve even come here in the winter.”

  I looked up at him, wondering if he was teasing me. There were hot springs all over the west and in this area, the same underground source that fed Yellowstone’s hot springs and geysers. Most were public and made into baths, but this…

  A private oasis.

  I dipped my fingertips in. The water was perfect, like a tepid bath. “This is incredible!” I shouted.

  Boyd chuckled. “I know it is. Aren’t you glad you finally agreed to let me show you around?”

  Yes. For more reasons than one. I just hadn’t expected a tour like this.

  I started stripping off my clothes. “Last one in is a rotten egg!”

  Boyd whooped and tore off his jeans and t-shirt. I stopped to admire him as I’d yet to see him naked. My eye was drawn to the white bandage over the place he’d been gored. I would’ve sworn it was a little lower below his ribs, but I must’ve remembered wrong, just like how injured he’d really been.

  Despite my doctorly concern, my attention shifted to his exquisite body. The guy was perfect. His shoulders were broad, his chest muscle-packed a
nd hairy—as manly as they came. His waist was narrow, and that pale hair tapered into a line that went straight to his groin. His legs were strong and powerful, but it was what hung between them that had me drooling.

  That had been inside me? I knew he was big, my pussy ached and throbbed from his rough use, but that? Wow. It was practically a baby arm that jutted from a thatch of hair a few shades darker than on his head. Thick and long, his dick started to swell and grow from my observation. I flicked my gaze to his, and he was watching me. Grinning. He just stood there, lacking any amount of modesty, and let me take him in. He was naked as the day he was born except for his signature cowboy hat on his head. The crown of his dick was flared, a reddish tone that from even ten feet away, had pre-cum oozing from the narrow slit.

  And for some reason, he was into me. So into me his dick now curved up toward his belly. Below, his balls were large and pendulous, showing off his virility. He’d come not twenty minutes before, but they looked heavy and full as if he had more for me.

  I licked my lips and had to turn away because I’d drop to my knees before him and take him into my mouth. No. Swim first, suck later. I took off my glasses and dropped them on top of my clothes.

  Perhaps he was in agreement, for we both ran into the water—Boyd with his hat still on—and I gasped as I suddenly lost my footing on the smooth bottom. Concern flitted over Boyd’s face until I laughed.

  “It’s deep!” I was up to my shoulders, and I moved my arms over the surface making little waves.

  He was at my side in a flash, lifting me into a floating baby cradle, turning me around. I loved the feel of his arms around me, his chest hair tickling my back. “It is. Perfect for diving off that ledge.” He lifted his chin toward the top of the waterfall.

  I shook my head. It wasn’t more than fifteen feet, but I was chicken. “No way I’m doing that.”

  “Nah, I wouldn’t let you. Not unless I was underneath to make sure you weren’t scared.” He grinned at me.

  And suddenly, I felt like nothing would scare me again. Not with Boyd around to protect me. He’d done so with Jett at the bar and said he would now here, with my inner fear of heights.