by Honey Jans
She sank into the wooden chair, feeling gratitude that Jake was taking care of her, and consternation that he thought he could order her about in her kitchen, in front of her men. She gleefully watched the man she adored help himself to the eggs, and take a big bite, waiting for him to yelp and reach for his water. She'd made the dish extra spicy to teach him a lesson. Instead, he quirked a startled brow at her, a grin twitching his manly lips.
"My favorite, Cyn,” he said, looking deep into her eyes, adding, “most cooks don't put in enough heat."
"Uh huh,” she murmured, melting where she sat as she watched him savor her cooking. Everything about him was erotic.
"Eat,” he said, looking at her empty plate.
How could she eat when her hormones were boiling over? Still, knowing they were being observed, she helped herself to the eggs and took a bite, wincing when the heat burst on her tongue. She reached for her water, her mouth on fire, hearing Jake's low chuckle. Caught in her own trap, darn it.
"Too spicy?” he asked innocently.
"I can handle it,” she said, making herself eat another small forkful. Once she got past the heat, it was actually tasty. Slanting a curious gaze Jake's way, she found his sultry gaze on her mouth. Time seemed to stand still.
Pedro cleared his throat, then said, “Well, men, work's a waiting, we'd best get at it."
Cyn blushed, grateful for the interruption. The hands weren't used to her dressing in anything but shapeless work clothes. The past couple of days had been an eye opener for them, and she didn't want to add fuel to fire their gossip. Trembling inside, she watched the corners of Jake's mouth kick up in a sexy grin. He knew exactly what she wanted, him.
"I'll be out directly,” Jake said, his eyes still locked with Cyn's. “First I think I'll have a second cup of coffee."
"Not necessary, Señor. You've paid for your breakfast."
"I believe in an honest day's work. I'll finish my chores before I go into town on business."
"Later,” Pedro said, following the hands out the door.
Cyn smiled, finding herself suddenly alone with Jake. She stood up and sauntered toward him, mischief on her mind. “I wonder how you would taste with strawberry jam,” she murmured aloud. The determined gaze she focused on him made him flash her his bad boy smile, the one that made her weak in the knees.
He reached out to snag her wrist, tumbling her down onto his lap. She landed with a moan when she felt his rousing cock under her bottom. He growled and bent to kiss her, his arms wrapped around her. Cyn sighed with pleasure as his hard mouth slanted over hers, his tongue surging into her mouth. She plastered herself tight to his powerful chest, her breasts aching, the nipples budding like jewels against him.
The slam of the screen door barely registered in her sex-starved brain. A gasp made her frown against Jake's lips, and break the kiss to look up. Brandy stood there, dressed in a red bikini, her shocked gaze locked on their clinch. Jake went rigid, his arms tightening around her, when she started to wiggle off his lap. Cyn stopped trying to get away, the cat was already out of the bag, and turned an irritated look on her stepsister. “Did you want something?"
Brandy smiled, flicking her long blond hair over her shoulder, as she gave Jake a flirtatious look. “Mother said you had a guy you were keeping all to yourself, CJ. That biker from the dance."
"So you came to see for yourself?” Cyn filled in.
"Did not, I just came to tell you I'm going to a pool party at the Billings’ Ranch. While I'm out, make sure my room is cleaned properly. It's in a terrible state."
"Don't you have a housekeeper to take care of that?” Jake asked.
"She's cut back on the staff, so she can pick up the slack,” Brandy snapped. “Besides, nobody does hospital corners like CJ."
"Ah,” he said.
Cindy frowned, irritated that they were talking about her like she wasn't there. She'd cut the house staff down to try to save money, and she didn't appreciate Jake knowing the embarrassing details of her dysfunctional family situation. “No,” she said, waiting for her refusal to sink in, as Brandy preened before Jake.
"What did you say?” Brandy asked, her jaw dropping.
"I said, no. I am not your maid. Clean up after yourself. You're going to have to do it when you go off to college."
"A lot you know. I'm blowing off school to knock around Europe with Tiff on our gap year. Then I'm going to snag a rich husband."
"Not on my dime, you're not."
Brandy glared at her, and then focused on Jake. “Hello, Mr.?"
"Smith,” Jake said, without inflection.
Cyn watched their interaction, unable to look away. Brandy was about to hit on him, even while she was in his lap. Cyn recognized the seductive sway, as Brandy leaned across the table to shake his hand, giving him a view of her cleavage. She'd known she'd lose him, but she hadn't thought it would be so soon. A glance at Jake told her he wasn't interested. He kept his eyes on Brandy's, a scornful look on his harsh face while refusing to shake her hand.
Brandy pulled it back with a moue of disappointment. “You look good enough to eat, Mr. Smith."
"I'm not on the menu,” he said, dismissively.
Cyn coughed, choking back a laugh.
"Just make sure my bedroom is cleaned properly this time, Cinders,” Brandy snapped, storming away.
Jake scowled as the screen door slammed, and the manipulative brat stormed out. Cyn's back was rigid, but her hands were trembling in her lap. He recognized that she didn't want to show weakness in front of the girl. He smoothed a comforting hand down her back. “You were magnificent."
"Do you really think so?"
"I know so.” He picked up his coffee cup, and held it to Cyn's lips. “Drink it, I think you need it,” he ordered.
Cindy took a bracing sip. “Thanks."
"You're welcome. What are we going to do about them?” He knew the minute he'd said it he'd miscalculated by her frown.
"Nothing, they're my family. I'll—"
He bent to kiss her, silencing her objections. He couldn't stand back and watch her get hurt. He groaned as his mouth slanted over her soft lips and she breathed a sigh of surrender into him.
"What's that?” Cyn murmured, her senses swimming when Jake broke the kiss. She could swear she heard buzzing and a yelp outside.
"Who cares,” he said, nibbling her ear. “I'll pick you up tonight for a moonlight supper."
* * * *
Up above, the fairies scowled as they observed Chance eavesdropping on the loving couple.
"That nosy young cowboy is back, Aggie!” Hilda shouted.
Agatha rushed to the circle. “Persistent bugger, isn't he?"
"We ought to drop a thunderbolt on his ass,” Hilda said, with a fierce scowl.
Imogene fluttered up. “Or maybe a flock of woodpeckers could dive-bomb him. I've got a woodpecker spell we could use."
"No,” Agatha said, pointing her wand at the beehive under the eaves. “Bees are much more affective in cases like this."
The enraged bees flew out of the hive, flying in a line straight toward the lurking cowboy. He let out a yelp and took off running, heading for the creek.
The fairies laughed as he dived in headfirst.
"Serves you right, you dirty bugger!” they shouted, their voices echoing in the wind through the treetops.
Chance resurfaced and darted a panicked glance around the woods for the voices, angry and confused.
* * * *
Cyn went out to the mailbox that afternoon, her heart sinking when she pulled out yet another obscene note. Damn Dwain Hawkins! The disgusting man just didn't give up. She tore it open and froze.
...Cyn, you stupid, cheap, lying slut. I put you up on a pedestal, and you're no better than a common whore, letting him spank you and sucking Jake Randal's cock like you couldn't get enough. Yes, I know who he is, and what you did, and I'll make you both pay...
She crumbled it up, sickened to realize that Hawkins had been watching her and
Jake in bed, their private intimate moments. How did Hawkins gain such easy access to the ranch? She knew that Pedro was on alert for him, as was she. She sagged against the post, her strength ebbing, and then straightened. For all she knew, he could be watching her now. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of letting him see her crumble under the pressure like this. The sick bastard had gone too far. The time had come to report him to the police.
The sound of footsteps behind her made her tense, adrenalin kicked in as she spun around, flowing into a karate pose. Cordial gave her a startled look, her thin lips tightening.
"Are you completely insane?” Cordial snapped, stepping back a pace.
"No, just partially,” Cyn said with a smirk at her stepmother's offended glower.
"What have you got there?” Cordial stared at the crumpled note in Cyn's hand. “Not another alleged obscene letter?"
"Now, how did you know about them?” Cyn asked, instantly on her guard. She'd deliberately kept quiet about this, not wanting it to get back to her father and worry him needlessly. Only Juanita and Pedro knew, and she'd made them promise not to tell. She watched Cordial gulp, hesitating.
"I heard you talking to Juanita. It's a fine state of affairs when you'll go to a maid with your problems, and not me."
"Yeah, right. Like you give a damn,” she said sadly, shocked to hear Cordial sigh.
"We've never been close, I admit, but I don't want to see anything bad happen to you.” Her gaze went back to the letter.
"Don't worry about it. I'm not going to let some maniac's ravings bother me and run. I'm going to be just fine."
"About that, I think it would be better if you did run,” Cordial said, wringing her hands, before looking around nervously. “Go back to Taos before you get hurt."
"Why? What do you know?” she asked, hearing a note of panic in Cordial's normally cultured voice.
"I know that you're playing with fire, messing around with Jake Randal in his bungalow last night. Letting him spank you, for pity's sake, have you no pride?"
Cyn's jaw dropped. “How did you..."
"Please, it's all over town."
Cyn didn't believe that. Brandy would have been all over Jake this morning if she'd known his identity. Cordial's sudden knowledge, on top of the threatening letter, added up to a chilling picture. Her stepmother wasn't the type to window peek, but wouldn't be above employing a spy. Chance for instance, he seemed especially close to the girls. “Just keep your nose out of my business, Cordial, and we'll both get along."
Chapter 9
Jake leaned back at his desk in the back office connected to Branded, eating lunch. With his wireless business, he could work anywhere, and he found the privacy back here advantageous. It was the main reason he'd sought Mack out at the dance two days ago, and it'd brought him Cyn. It also didn't hurt that he had easy access to sexy books to increase Cyn's erotica library. He dropped his sandwich, picked up Bound to Serve, and continued reading, his cock swelling. He had to shift in his chair to try to accommodate his discomfort. Good lord, she was going to kill him with blue balls.
...One look at Lola's glare as Condor hustled her out of there told Bridget she was in deep trouble. The reaction was instantaneous, but she wouldn't have done it if she hadn't been so on edge. Condor's tight grip on her arm told her he was worried, too. She had to trot to keep up with his long stride as he marched her across the grounds toward their bungalow. “I'm sorry, but he..."
"Not another word,” he said, opening the door to their bungalow.
She tensed when he leaned forward, seemingly to nuzzle her neck.
"The place is bugged, and you've been very bad. So for god's sake be good and obey my every command."
Bridget digested that disturbing news as he pushed her inside. She'd been bad and she was about to get it. The bugs she'd already figured on. Knowing they had an audience gave her a little thrill. She eagerly brushed up against his hot body, on fire despite the knowledge they were watched. When Condor's lips brushed hotly over hers, she sighed with pleasure leaning into him, loving the hard feel of his body against hers, the surge of his cock against her naked belly. She still ached to see it, taste him. When he broke the kiss, she saw need, regret, and resolve in his stormy eyes. She was in for it, and her butt heated in anticipation as she blushed. She watched him wide-eyed as he walked over to what she'd guessed was a spanking bench. He crooked a finger.
"Come take your punishment, kitten."
Bridget found herself moving forward, both embarrassed and turned on. She was so on edge and the sultry look on his stern but handsome face only added to her discomfiture. She bent over the padded bar wincing when she saw him pick up a red paddle. It was going to hurt worse than the spanking. Would it make her just as randy? she wondered, as Condor stepped up beside her. His big hand smoothed her hair back, and she bit back a sigh, trembling with need.
At least he didn't need to strip her tonight; she was already bare ass naked for him, and vulnerable. His hands swept in a loving caress down her shivering back to cup her outthrust bottom. Her knees wobbled and she sagged against the bench, her pussy wet. “Tell me why are you being paddled, kitten?"
"Because you're too mean to fuck me,” she snapped. His warm laugh made her even more furious.
"You haven't earned that pleasure yet. You were very disobedient today, kitten."
She sniffed, crushed by the crisply spoken rebuke, her emotions on edge even though it was playacting. It was true in a way, she had messed up, and almost blown her cover twice. As an agent, she never made stupid mistakes like that. But he had her so achingly turned on she couldn't help it.
"You'll take six strokes of the paddle, and don't you dare come; you're being punished."
The paddle smacked down on her bottom, and she moaned at the mingled pain and pleasure, her ass heating. He was such a bastard.
"Good girl."
He smacked her and she lifted up on her toes, moaning.
"Down,” he said, pushing her back down.
Bridget sagged against the leather padded bench, tensing as he swung the paddle again. It hit and she screeched, her pussy quivering. She couldn't take three more without coming, but she had to try.
He smacked her harder and her sex convulsed as she started to come.
"No."
She managed to pull it back, listening to his voice.
"Five."
The paddle smacked her left cheek and she moaned, her ass and pussy on fire.
"Six."
The paddle smacked her right cheek and she let out a helpless whimper on the edge of orgasm. She heard the loud rasp of his zipper being pulled down, and moaned needful and desperate for him. It might only be simulated sex for their possible audience, but she welcomed it.
Condor trembled, pressing up against Bridget's hot bottom. His cock was hard to bursting and he rubbed it teasingly against her wet mound; her needful sigh like music to him. She was creamy, hot, and perfect for him. He fought back his instincts and fit himself between her trembling thighs, simulating the act he burned to do, pretending to make love to her. Bridget sobbed with pleasure as his hard cock rubbed against her slick pubes, bumping against her stiff clit. She came, crying out her passion, and he bit back a pained groan, her rhythmic spasms torturing his rigid cock.
As she came back to earth, he pulled back and zipped up, still hard as a pole and unsatisfied. It wasn't about the mission anymore for him; it was about them. Bridget straightened up, turning her sultry, tear-filled eyes on him, and he folded like a deck of cards. His expression hard as the bulge in his pants, he scooped her up in his arms and carried her into the bathroom. It was the only place which gave them a hint of privacy. “Turn on the shower,” he ordered.
She did and he set her inside the stall, stripped, and joined her. His hungry gaze stroked her as he stalked her toward the corner. She looked a bit nervous, he decided. “I don't like an audience,” he said, backing her into the shower. Growling, he bent to kiss her.
> Bridget moaned as his hard mouth claimed hers.
Condor reveled in the feel of her damp body rubbing teasingly against his hardness. Her nipples beaded tighter against him, burning him like two laser beams. She rubbed them against his hair-roughened chest, whimpering at the sparks of pleasure the simple action caused. His big hands cupped the globes of her bottom and squeezed gently, feeling her sex cream against his abdomen, as she quivered with need. He lifted her up and settled her over his erection.
Bridget sighed with pleasure, wrapping her legs around his hips as his hot, hard cock filled her.
Fully enclosed in her heat, he held her still, savoring the moment. But his tight body wouldn't let him. He started to move, his body tight with leashed energy, and felt like their hearts were beating in tandem. Hell, it was the most erotic thing ever. This was a hell of a lot more than an ordinary mission, but he pushed the thought away. He couldn't afford to care too much. He locked gazes with Bridget's passionate dark eyes. She shivered with delight, completely surrendering to him.
He groaned, accepting her sweet surrender, his grip on her ass tightening. He could swear she could read his thoughts as she clung to him, her pussy clutching at him. Her sweet moans were music to his ears. He backed her against the shower stall's marble wall under the showerhead, and thrust deeper. Contracting, she exploded, waves of orgasm sweeping through her. Condor groaned and thrust high against her cervix pouring out his tribute. She laid her head on his broad shoulder, savoring the afterglow. His pulse was slowing back to normal and he held her tight. The tender intimacies of his touch made tears of bliss mist her eyes.
"This changes nothing,” he whispered into her ear...
Jake put down the book and eased back in his chair, running baseball stats in his head to fight his hard-on. Cyn had the kinky, soulful, sexuality of his dreams, and he could hardly wait to see her tonight. He'd planned something special and private, indulging her need for secrecy.
"Hey, buddy."
Jake looked up in his open doorway to see Mack standing there, two steaming cups of coffee in his hands. “Hey, I was just..."
"Reading,” Mack said with a smirk, as he glanced at the erotic romance novel. “I brought you a boost of caffeine."