by Nadia Aidan
This time he didn’t even try to hide his smile as he crossed the room to stand before her.
“I do, but we won’t be needing it right now.”
With hands on hips, she shot him a hard look. “Why not? Don’t tell me you’re still mad about the other night. I gave you some breathing room so that you could cool your heels. Besides, you still owe me one more night.”
“You’ll get your night, and then some more.” He grinned as he wound his arm around her waist and pulled her into his arms. “But there is just one thing I need from you before we get to that.”
Her eyes widened. “What?”
“This,” he murmured before he dipped his head to capture her lips in a soft, warm kiss.
She was so shocked that she let out a sharp gasp, leaving her lips parted for him to sweep his searching tongue inside her mouth. She stood there stiff as a board, and he half expected her to push him away but then something clicked inside her and he found himself being treated to the most sensuous kiss he’d ever experienced. Twisting her arms behind his neck, she deepened the kiss, her tongue flicking out to duel with his. He groaned against her mouth as heat furled in his gut and his cock began to twitch with anticipation. Grinding his hips against her, he mimicked the questing rhythm of his mouth. She shuddered against him, letting him know her body was just as primed and ready as his was. Despite the urgency of the kiss, he lifted his head slowly, drawing his mouth away from hers.
He chuckled when she let off a soft mewl of protest. “We have all night, there is no rush.”
“No rush? Speak for yourself.” She fanned her face, as red splotches darkened her cheeks. “Good Lord. I haven’t been kissed like that since…”
He felt the change in her the moment the words fell from her lips and where she was once soft, warm and pliable, she was cold and stiff.
“Since when?” He asked as he lifted her chin.
She shrugged, the gesture meant to be nonchalant, but he knew there was nothing casual about what she had to say. “Since my ex-husband.”
“You were married?” he blurted before he could stop and think.
She didn’t seem to take offense as a wry smile crossed her face. “Hard to imagine, but yes, I was married a long time ago.”
He didn’t want to dig too deeply, too quickly. He had no desire to scare her off, but he sensed she was open to talking about it so he pushed just a little. “What happened?”
“Not much. He was a drinker and a gambler who sometimes liked to hit me when he was all out of spirits and money. When he was feeling real good, he sometimes liked to hold me down and take me, when I wasn’t willing. He thought it was fun.” She snorted.
Blinding rage surged through him at the thought of some man putting his hands on her and he vowed if he ever crossed paths with her ex he would rip him apart limb by limb. The intensity of his anger was so powerful that for a moment it shocked him. That’s when he knew he definitely had it bad.
Apparently glimpsing the dark fury on his face she said softly, “It’s all right. I didn’t need to stay with him long to know where things were headed. As soon as I got enough money, I hopped on a train west. I wound up in a brothel in Tempe which was where I met Cherie. We worked there for a few years before we took a chance and came out to Redemption. Guess you can say the rest is history,” she said with a shrug.
“That’s why you fear being restrained. Why you’re afraid I’ll hurt you during love play.”
She chuckled softly. “We’re quite a pair, aren’t we? I fear giving up control and you have to have it.”
Reaching up a hand, he tangled it in her hair, which she’d worn lose this eve, and tilted her head farther back to look her square in the face.
“Let’s get this straight. I enjoy having control, but I don’t crave it. And you don’t fear giving up control to me. You’ve done it before because you know that I would never abuse my power over you. I am not your ex-husband,” he said the last words quietly.
“I know,” she whispered as she coiled her lips into a small smile, her arms clasping behind his neck. “I wouldn’t be here if I thought different. Now kiss me again, cowboy before I get real impatient. You already made me wait a whole two days.”
He didn’t need another invitation as a broad grin broke out across his face before he dipped his head once again to drink from her lips.
How they wound up naked and in his bedroom would forever be a mystery to him, all he remembered was tumbling on top of his bed in a heap of naked arms and legs.
The soft giggle that came from Montgomery was so unexpected that he almost didn’t believe it was she who made it.
“What, cowboy?” She said when he just stared at her.
“You giggled.”
She lifted a single brow. “I did now?” Snuggling deeper into his arms, she said, “Well, that would be another first in a long time.”
“I’m glad,” he said softly. “I hope I can give you many more things to giggle about.”
A smile teased the edges of her mouth as something flashed in her eyes. He saw it, and it caused a hard lump to stick in his throat.
Unable to speak as the intensity of his emotions left him choked up, he did the next best thing and told her how he felt with his body.
Lowering his head, he seized her lips in a slow, languorous kiss and then ran his tongue along the seam of her mouth. He dipped it inside to taste her sweet nectar before slowly pulling it out. Over and over, he teased her with his mouth until he built her arousal from a tiny flame, to a raging wildfire, as she writhed beneath him, clawing at his back.
“Fuck me, Cade,” she cried out as she wrapped her legs around his hips.
He chuckled low in his throat as he gently disentangled her legs from behind his back.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m not ready to take you just yet.” He flashed her a teasing smile as he slid down the length of her body. “I think I want to play first.” He then settled his face between her thighs, dragging a long, hoarse groan from her lips as he latched onto that tiny nub at the mouth of her womb.
Flicking his tongue across the small bud, he teased it until it was completely stiff before he captured it between his lips and sucked on it hard. He fucked her with his mouth, drawing the essence of her arousal from that well inside her.
“Cade,” she rasped out, her thighs clamping around his head at the same time she dug her nails into his scalp.
He knew she was close to coming when the muscles of her pussy began to vibrate against his mouth, as her body trembled against him.
With her legs draped over his shoulders, he eased two fingers inside her and replaced his mouth with his other hand as he pinched her clit between his thumb and forefinger.
The onslaught of sensation was just too much for her and he watched between her spread thighs as she came with wild abandon.
“That’s it darlin’, come for me.”
With her head back, and incoherent moans spilling from her lips, she continued to coat his digits with her slick heat until the tremors eventually subsided.
Sliding his fingers from her honeyed cunt, he licked them clean, savouring the sweet taste of her. Then while she was still limp and satiated, he rolled her onto her stomach, and tugged her to her knees.
“Are you going to tie me up again?”
He smiled at the anticipation in her voice. His little vixen was turning out to be quite the wanton submissive.
“Not tonight, darlin’,” he whispered as he stroked his hands across the soft round flesh of her backside. “But I do plan to take a couple of good swats to this delectable ass of yours.”
Her entire body stiffened as she hissed softly. Leaning over her, he covered her with his large frame. Then with a gentle hand, he brushed her wild hair to the other shoulder as he dipped his head to the crook of her neck.
“What did I tell you about strikes of pain and strikes of pleasure? One comes from a place of hate, the other a place of love.” He r
eached around to softly stroke his hand against her belly as he whispered in her ear. “You have to trust that I only want to love you, Montgomery. Do you trust me?”
“Y—you know I do,” she said quietly.
He slid his hand from her belly to once again palm her backside. “That’s good darlin’.”
For a long while he simply ran his hand across the fleshy globes of her ass, testing their weight, stroking their softness. When the first gentle strike came, she bowed her back, as she yelped in surprise.
He cooed softly to her as if she was a small child, but he didn’t stop as he delivered another hard swat.
He slapped her cheeks several more times, delighting in the sound of her long, low groans as she unconsciously pushed her bottom closer to his hand.
Positioning himself between her bent legs, he thrust inside of her at the same time he struck her right cheek with a stinging blow.
“Cade!” She screamed out, in a mixture of pleasure and pain.
He thrust wildly into her then, his strokes matching the rhythm of his stinging swats. He kept up the brutal rhythm until her creamy brown cheeks were pink and her pussy overflowed with her sticky juices.
“Your pussy is so wet. Did you enjoy my hands on your ass?”
She shook her head as if she wanted to deny it, but then she finally rasped out, “Y—yes, Cade,” between harsh pants.
The sound of her heightened arousal turned him on even more and he surged into her harder, forcing her down to the bed. “Then tell me you love it. Tell me you love my control over you—how I fuck you.”
“I love it!” She screamed out as he ploughed deeper inside her, triggering another powerful climax.
Her body convulsed all around him as the muscles within her cunt gripped him tightly and her velvety heat coated his dick. He pounded deeper insider her, burying his hard length within her as he too surrendered to his own climax.
He shouted out her name as he flooded her cunt with his seed. Lost in the abyss of her own orgasm, she continued to spasm around him as her tight pussy milked him of every drop of his cum.
Their passionate cries mingled together, along with the essence of their lovemaking until they were both completely spent.
Every one of his muscles seemed to go limp at the same time and he collapsed on the bed, dragging her lush body to rest atop his.
For a long while the only sounds that could be heard in the room were those of their laboured breathing.
When he could finally drag in a lungful of air he craned his neck to stare down at Montgomery’s face.
“Are you asleep?”
“No.” She smiled weakly although she didn’t open her eyes.
“Well then do you want to tell me what you’re thinking?”
Her lids fluttered open then. “No.” She grinned.
He chuckled softly. “Well, do you want to know what I’m thinking?”
“I already know what you’re thinking, Sheriff.”
“Really? And what’s that?”
She raised herself up onto her elbows, so that they dug into his chest. “You’re trying to figure out how to kick me out without hurting my feelings.”
She said the words with a playful smile, but he knew her too well now not to miss the look that flashed in her chocolate brown eyes for just a second.
Flipping her over, he held her imprisoned between the soft mattress of the bed and his hard body.
“Wrong, my little vixen. I’m trying to figure out what the hell to do with you.”
“Well, I have a few ideas if you’re drawing a blank,” she said with a wink.
He frowned down at her, hating that she was trying to ignore what was happening between them by brushing his words off with a quick laugh. “Don’t joke with me right now. You know what I mean.”
She didn’t crack a smile this time as she stared at his chest. She tried to push him off her but when he refused to budge, she seemed to resign herself to the inevitable as she released a long sigh. “Cade, I’m an old spinster and a whore. You are the Sheriff—”
“So?”
“So, there is nothing good that come from such a pairing.” He opened his mouth to say that something good already had, but the look in her eyes stopped him. “You’re not the first man to try and save me from my life with the illusion of love—”
“When did I ever talk about saving you from your life? I never once said that I wanted to change you—“
She cut him off with a derisive snort and this time when she pushed at his chest, he let her up as he angrily rolled off her.
“How long do you think something like this would last, huh? How long do you think the people of Redemption would allow you to openly cavort with a Madam? I can tell you it wouldn’t be long. It would only be a matter of time before they ran you out of your position because of me—”
Unable to take any more, he clamped her lips together with his fingers. “Damn, woman would you hush. You already got this all figured out, but you didn’t once ask me how I felt, now did ya?”
When he released her mouth, he thought she would remain silent long enough for him to speak but then she went at it again. “Cade, it’s better to just leave it at these three nights and—”
“And what? Forget that we’re falling for each other. Don’t try to deny it. I know you feel it too.”
She didn’t look at him as she stared off into the darkness of the room not saying a word. A sigh of frustration poured from his lips as he slid closer to her and enveloped her in his embrace. He knew Montgomery had probably been disappointed so many times in her life that she’d hardened herself to the notion of hope. Enclosing her tighter in his arms, he placed a small kiss against her hair.
“I’m not gonna try to change you, Montgomery. I know you enjoy your freedom and independence and I have no intention of taking that from you. I won’t lie and say I like the idea of you being a Madam, but as long as nobody warms your bed but me then I’ll just have to deal with it.”
“Cade—”
“I let you speak. Now it’s my turn.” He almost thought she would ignore him anyway as he felt her stiffen but then she nodded slowly. “I imagine if we have children I may put my foot down about that when they get older. We both own ranches, and as you can tell by my home, I don’t have the patience to run mine, maybe at some point you would consider running them both—”
“Kids? Ranches?”
She nearly severed his tongue when she knocked her head against his chin as she spun around to stare wide eyed at him.
He grinned slowly as he shrugged. “I was offered a position as a federal marshal. I was thinking about taking it once my term as Sheriff is up. I doubt anyone with the marshal office would care if my wife is a Madam. It also isn’t an elected position so—”
“Good Lord. You’re serious.”
He would have laughed at the distress on her face had she not seemed, so, well, distressed.
Tugging her back into his arms, he laid back down onto the bed, with her body draped across his.
“Of course I’m serious. I knew the moment I met you that I wanted you, just didn’t realise how much until after that first night.”
“You’re a loon, you know that? People don’t rush into something like this.”
“Fine. I’ll court your properly if you need time to get used to the idea.”
She narrowed her gaze at him. “You are awfully sure of yourself, now aren’t you? How can you be so certain I even want you?”
He laughed at the churlish pout on her face. She was probably smartin’ from the fact that she knew he was right, and there wasn’t a damned thing she could say about it. “Oh, you want me. You more than want me. You’re just as crazy about me as I am about you.”
She rolled her eyes at him before she laid her head back down against his chest. “You’re an arrogant sonofabitch, you know that? I knew you were gonna be trouble the moment I met you.”
A chuckle rumbled deep in his chest as he stroked his h
and down her smooth back. “I could say the same about you, Madam.”
Silence blanketed the room then as they retreated to the sanctuary of their private thoughts. He continued to run his hands along the soft skin of her body as a breeze from the desert rustled the curtains, causing slivers of moonlight to peek through the window, bathing her skin in a silver glow.
He was almost half asleep when he felt her hair brush against his chest as she lifted her head.
“Can I ask you something?”
His eyelids fluttered open as he mumbled softly, “Mmm-hmm.”
“What is it you desire most?”
“Besides you?” He said with a lazy grin.
When he saw that she was serious, he quirked a single brow as he shot her a puzzled look. “That’s an odd question. Why do you ask?”
She shrugged. “It’s a question I try to answer with most people. Makes it easier to figure them out. With most people it’s easy to discover their heart’s desire. But not with you.”
“So that’s where you got the name Every Desire from.”
She nodded as she lifted her lips into a tiny smile.
She rested atop of him as she expectantly waited for him to answer her, but instead of doing just that he shot her a mischievous grin as he flipped her over onto her back to settle between her parted thighs.
“You’re what I desire most. But besides you, well, I guess you’re just gonna have to spend the rest of your life trying to discover that for yourself.”
“That’s a long time to spend trying to figure someone out, Sheriff.”
He flashed her another wicked grin. “That’s the whole point, Madam. I expect you to spend a lifetime catering to my desires, just as I plan to cater to yours.”
“Mmmm, that doesn’t sound like such a bad way to live,” she whispered as her eyes danced with laughter. “Now shut up cowboy and kiss me again.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. He lowered his head to her waiting mouth as he gave himself over to fulfilling the first of one of her many desires.
About the Author
Nadia Aidan lives, works and writes on the West Coast in the United States. Under her real name, Nadia holds a PhD in Political Science and Public Policy and by day she works as an Assistant Professor. She is the self proclaimed NEW FACE OF INTERRACIAL AND MULTICULTURAL EROTIC ROMANCE and writes across all genres, from historical, to fantasy/sci-fi to contemporary.