by Reece Butler
He nodded, grinning as hard as she was glaring.
“Why?”
“Because I think you taste as sweet as honey. And I’m going to find out, Jessie-girl. We’re going to get better acquainted as soon as I touch you.”
“Dammit, did Ace tell you?” She hauled herself to her feet. “I’m going to kick his ass into next week! Making me wear all this when he already told you I wasn’t a boy.”
Sin shook his head, marveling at her. She stamped her foot like a ferocious pixie. He couldn’t wait to wind that passion up until she released it in one huge orgasm.
“Sweetheart, I figured that out the day you started at the Double Diamond.”
“How could you tell? I kept my voice low and wore this damned belt and corset.”
She pulled up her shirt and unwound a thick roll of fabric. He was so busy hoping to see her breasts that it hit him in the face. He managed to catch her long coat, which she had been sitting on.
“You can work like a cowboy all day, but you’re all woman to me.”
“Now I won’t have to wear this contraption anymore.” She put her hands to her neck and started undoing her buttons.
“Whoa, let’s get you down from that ledge before you take any more clothes off. We don’t want any part of you to get scraped on the rock.”
She looked down, biting her lip. She kicked the edge of the ledge with the toe of her boot. Bits of rock rained down on Sin.
“I won’t be able to hold on to the ledge for very long without it cracking off,” she said.
“I know. I’m going to catch you.”
She scrunched her nose and frowned. “No,” she finally said, shaking her head. “I’ll wait until the snakes are gone.”
He shook his head back at her. “No, Jess. Trust me to catch you.” He held out his arms, low with palms up, like a bishop talking to God.
She wrapped her arms around herself and leaned over. He could see her calculating the distance and thinking about what could happen.
“Can you trust me to catch you, sweetheart?”
She shrugged. Her face looked like the stone behind her. White and hard.
“You’re not used to trusting someone to take care of you.”
Her lower lip trembled. She shook her head.
“You’re a strong woman, but everyone needs someone to hug them now and then. Give me your trust. I would never let anything hurt you.”
She looked over her shoulder. Her eyes widened. She gulped and turned back. “I don’t think I have a choice,” she whispered. “They’re coming closer.”
“Lie on your stomach and let your legs dangle. I’ll be underneath. Hold on as long as you can. When you’re ready to let go, tell me.”
She nodded, her chin trembling. She sat on the edge and then rolled onto her stomach. She inched backwards, her bottom wiggling. He stood underneath, wishing her feet weren’t so far above him. He tossed his hat aside to see better. She wiggled further, pointing her toes as if that would make a difference. She bent her arms and laid her palms flat on the ledge, fingers pointing away.
He wanted to tell her not to struggle when she fell, as it would make it so much harder to catch her. But that would mean she’d have to stop a natural instinct. She could only do it if she trusted him completely. He braced himself for a foot in his mouth, or worse.
“I think this is about as far as I can move,” she said.
“I’m ready, sweetheart.”
She crossed her ankles. He heard her panting. Her biceps flexed. She shoved up and out. She fell backwards, her knees slightly bent.
It seemed to take forever. She held her hands across her chest and crossed her ankles. She kept herself loose, flexing as his arms caught under her shoulders and thighs. He let his arms drop to slow her dead weight and pulled her in. He fell to his knees, cradling her against him. She opened her eyes and smiled.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
She scrambled out of his arms, landing on her hands and knees. He let her go, but stayed near. She panted, trying to draw air into her lungs. She yanked at her shirt, trying to pull it over her head. He helped her and then sat back. She fumbled with the strings of her corset, her fingers shaking.
“You want that off now?”
She turned to him, nodding as she tried to inhale. Though his hands also shook, it was in desire now. She’d knotted the laces so he cut them with his knife. Her breasts burst free as she hauled air deep into her lungs. She leaned forward, her smooth back to him. Angry red marks showed where the corset had chafed her soft flesh. He fisted his hands so he wouldn’t touch. To keep his brain from thinking about what he wanted to do, he looked at her back.
He growled in rage when he realized someone had whipped her. The thin white scars, laid next to each other, were unmistakable. He’d seen them on other backs. Strong, male ones, not those of a petite female. When Ace saw what someone had done to Jessie, he’d go berserk.
Her breathing slowed. He didn’t move. She sat back on her heels. He wanted to run his hands through her hair, if he couldn’t touch her breasts.
She looked at him over her shoulder. Gone was the fear he’d seen earlier. He gulped. She rose on her knees and moved around to face him. She held herself erect, proudly displaying her upper body to him.
“Oh, Lord,” he groaned.
Perfect breasts with coral nipples. Small bruises and a few old scars along with the corset marks marred her white skin. But what took his breath away was the way her breasts quivered as she took deep, calm breaths. He crossed his arms over his chest to keep from touching them.
“You called me ‘sweetheart.’ More than once.”
He nodded. She rolled her shoulders. He couldn’t help but watch as her breasts moved as well. They fascinated him. How far would his mouth cover her nipple? Did she like the sharp nip followed by a sensual laving?
“What do you mean about me being sweet?”
“Did Ace taste you between your legs?” He almost croaked the words.
Her face, and her breasts, flushed pink.
“You liked it, didn’t you?”
She nodded.
“Ace doesn’t know you were a virgin.”
She gave a tiny shrug, but her breasts moved like magic. “I let him think that. He wouldn’t have done it otherwise.”
“And you wanted him.”
“I wanted to know about sex. Now I do.” She pouted. “Since I’m not a virgin, my brothers won’t scare off any men I want.”
“You really think what Ace showed you was everything you need to know about sex?”
“He licked me, and he showed me how to ride him. Then he fell asleep. And he hasn’t even looked at me since!”
“Ah, Jessie.”
Sin scooped Jessie into his arms. He sat on the hard rock, soft breasts snug against his shirt. “There’s so much more.” He trailed his fingers over her back. She twitched when he found special spots. He memorized them for later.
Though Ace didn’t know it, he’d taken the virginity of a social equal. He’d compromised her. Ace was a gentleman, and must marry her. Though Trace insisted she was to stay a virgin until after the wedding, it was too late to close the barn doors. The horse had bolted, kicked up her heels, and demanded service.
She inhaled, nipples tightening. His cock throbbed harder as her breasts swelled. An innocent, compromised by the ramrod of the Double Diamond. A man who wanted a large family and deep roots. A friend closer than a brother with whom Sin and Henry had shared many an eager woman.
Sin wanted to show Jessie a gentle seduction.
“Ace fell asleep because he’s been working day and night for months, Jess. After sex, especially a good orgasm when a man’s gone without for a long time, he often falls asleep.” He brushed his lips over her forehead. “Ace doesn’t know who you are, does he?”
“What do you mean?”
“Jessamine Bonham Elliot.”
She blanched, then shrugged and looked away.
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“That doesn’t matter. I’m an adult with my own money,” she said. The pout belied her insistence on being called an adult. “They can’t make me do anything,” she muttered.
“No, they can’t,” he agreed.
He wouldn’t mention what they might do to Ace, however. The woman squirming in his arms had discovered sex. Like good food, now that she knew about it, she was not going to do without. He would be damned if someone other than the Double Diamond provided it. But he wanted to show her a different side to loving.
“Let me show you a few things Ace missed.”
Her nipples crinkled immediately. He licked a finger and, slowly so she could object if she wanted to, touched one. She arched her back. He groaned and dropped his mouth to hers. Just before touching, he stopped and met her eyes. She closed her own and opened her lips.
He nibbled her bottom lip. She opened for him. He slid his tongue between her bottom teeth and lip. She moaned at his touch on the soft, extra-sensitive flesh. He backed away and let her lead. She started hesitantly, kissing the corners of his mouth.
He placed his hand on her breast, catching her nipple between his fingers. Her groan and the exquisite touch of her flesh on his palm almost made him explode. He dropped his forehead against hers.
“Not like this,” he said. “I want you where I can kiss and suck and nibble every part of you.”
“You promise? You’re not going to tease and leave me all twitchy?”
He leaned back and laughed at her demand.
“I’ll tease, but I won’t leave you wanting. That’s a promise, no matter what.”
Chapter Thirteen
Jessie let Sin help her put her shirt on. She mounted Trouble and the two of them set off. Two steps proved that trotting was not a good idea without her corset, but she couldn’t wear it again until she bought new ribbons. She was in a hurry to get home, so she held her breasts up with her left hand while holding her reins with her right.
“If you ride in front of me I can hold onto those for you,” joked Sin.
“Promises, promises!”
She leaned far forward, rising in the stirrups, and kicked her heels. Her horse shifted into a smooth gallop. Cool air blew into the gap between her throat and shirt. She exulted in the sensations. Her pussy, her breasts, and the anticipation of more. She soon slowed, not wanting to chance Trouble getting hurt. She let the horse walk, knowing Sin would catch up to her.
When she worked on the MacDougal ranch, she was usually too tired to touch herself, but she’d discovered a few things that pleasured her while in Virginia. She knew about sex, just hadn’t had any practice until yesterday. What Ace did had made her want more. Sin’s touch was nothing like Ace’s. He looked at her as if he wanted to lick her from nose to toes and everywhere in between. Henry was fun and made her laugh. Was she like Beth Elliott and Amelia MacDougal, wanting three men?
If Trace knew she was in Tanner’s Ford, he’d make sure no man touched her. No more kisses to make her wet. From what she remembered of her oldest brother, he acted like he was her pa. He’d force her to marry if he found out what she’d done with Ace. He might even order her to put on a dress and stay in the house!
If so, she’d leave. She’d left her money in the bank in Virginia, just in case. She’d hidden some gold in the Double Diamond barn as well. She’d take it and head to California, maybe. No Elliotts, MacDougals, or Double Diamonds either!
She and Trouble walked into the yard, Sin following twenty feet behind. He followed her into the barn.
A flush ran up her body when Sin’s slow, steady steps came up behind her. She felt his heat at her back. He slid his hands around her waist and pulled her against his front. Without her binding, her nipples rose and brushed against the cotton. His cock pressed into her lower back. His lips brushed against her bent neck, making her shiver.
“You want me, Jessie Elliott?”
His teeth grazed along the side of her neck. Her breasts swelled, demanding attention. She tilted her head back to encourage him. His fingers slid, ever so slowly, up her ribcage. Just under her breasts he released her. She moaned in complaint until she realized he was after her buttons.
He completed the job and pulled her shirt out of her pants. He pulled it off her shoulders and tossed it away. Her breath caught when his hands finally held her breasts. He groaned in her ear. She arched into his hands. Her pussy swelled, demanding equal attention.
Sin trailed one hand down her belly to her belt. He undid it, then her buttons. She held her breath when he eased his fingers into her drawers, past her curls and into her pussy. She caught his hand with her thighs, holding him there.
“If you want me to move my fingers, you have to give me some room,” he whispered.
“More,” she moaned. She widened her stance and wiggled to help him lower her pants. He played with her left breast and pulsed between her swollen, wet lips.
“Let’s see if I can find it,” he whispered.
He rubbed the heel of his hand against her mound. She gasped when he hit something wonderful.
“There’s your clit.”
He played with it until she was ready to scream. She didn’t care what happened after, she wanted him to do something now! She whimpered when he pulled his hand out.
“Don’t turn around,” he whispered hoarsely.
She heard rustling, then he turned her to face him. Once more his lips descended on hers. She knew what to do now. She wrapped her arms around him and pressed against his bare chest. He met her tongue thrust for thrust before pulling back, panting. He lifted her and laid her on his shirt on a pile of hay.
She squeaked when he lifted her feet, tied together at her ankles by her pants, over her head. When his tongue touched her pussy she bent her knees to give him more space to move. He slid his tongue between her wet lips, showing her whatever Ace did was nothing compared to this.
He pressed his fingers in her, his thumb against her clit. She clenched him, wanting more. He dropped his head again and caught her clit with his lips.
The band of tension wrapping around her tightened. Nothing existed but his tongue and his fingers, her pussy and clit.
“Come for me, Jessie,” he ordered. “Let loose and scream if you need to.”
She whipped her head back and forth, wanting more. He put his lips back on her pussy. She groaned in encouragement, but it wasn’t enough. She gasped, fighting for breath.
He trailed a finger down to her bottom. He scratched at her hole. She bucked, the sensation sending a line of fire through her. He did it again while pinching her clit with his lips and running his fingers inside her. She quivered. When he pressed into her back hole, she exploded. She bucked against him, squeezing her thighs around his head, holding him close as he continued.
Finally, she slumped, gasping for air. He kissed her thigh, wet kisses trailing. She opened her eyes. He nosed her curls and flicked her pussy with his tongue. Again, she quivered. His eyes smiled at her knowingly.
“My turn.”
He took his time removing her boots and pants. She sat up to watch him undress. His cock seemed longer than Ace’s, perhaps because his blond curls let her see his entire length. He bent over and kissed her, massaging her breast with his hand. After her explosions, she was primed for more.
“I want you in me,” she demanded.
“I’m the boss,” he replied.
He aimed his cock at her, but rubbed it across her folds rather than inside. It slipped deliciously over her, back and forth, before settling at her opening. She smiled when he entered her, but he stopped after an inch. She lay on her back as he pulsed forward, an inch at a time, stretching her. He watched her the whole time. When his thighs rested against her bottom, his fuzzy balls dangling and tickling her, he leaned over.
Though she wriggled, he kept his hips still while he grazed his teeth over her nipples. He suckled her breasts, pressing her
nipple against the roof of his mouth. He rubbed his thumb above where his cock entered her. She hissed and arched her back.
He smiled like a lazy cat and kept working, rubbing around and around but never touching her in the right spot again. She twisted her hips, trying to make his fingers hit the right spot.
“Dammit, Sin, you know what I want!”
He chuckled. “That’s a long way from ‘please.’”
She glared, her eyes glistening. “I don’t beg.”
“You will,” he replied smugly.
Though she fought for what seemed like hours, he kept tantalizing her. Finally, she could take it no longer. The tension in every part of her tightened so that she thought she’d explode if he didn’t do something.
“Please, Sin!”
He immediately vibrated his thumb over her clit and moved his cock in and out. Faster and faster he went. He released her clit in order to hold onto her hips, slamming her onto him as he thrust forward.
So deep, so strong. She reached down and played with her clit and one nipple. He stared into her eyes, grimacing as if in pain. He changed angle, hitting something new, and she exploded.
She heard a distant scream as he pumped into her, grunting. Again and again he hit deep until he roared and lost rhythm. She arched her back, angling her pussy so he rubbed against the front of her. It set off another, milder burst. She clenched him hard until he finally collapsed, trembling arms barely keeping him from crushing her.
They panted for a while as the world settled around them once more.
He lifted his head, still gasping for breath, and met her eyes. A piratical grin lit his face.
“That better than Ace’s first time?”
“Oh, yes,” she murmured.
“He’s off his game lately. Give him a day to recover, and he’ll set you quivering.”
Sin teased her clit with his finger. More tingles made her shiver.
“Damn if you don’t want more,” he said with a laugh.
She sighed when he slipped out. “You promised me a bed. How long before you can do that again?”
He groaned. “Maybe tonight.”