by Jenny Penn
“Nothing big,” Konor assured her as he shut the door behind him, effectively trapping Heather in her own home and proving who was in charge of the moment. “Just a gourmet picnic laid out in some soft grass—”
“—with the crickets and frogs serenading us and a whole universe full of constellations to entertain us,” Heather finished for him. “I think I heard this line before.”
“Well, if it bores you we can always skip the romance and go straight back to where we left off last night,” Konor suggested in a smooth, rich voice that curled through her like a forbidden caress. “What do you say?”
“I don’t think—”
“I didn’t ask you to.”
“Konor—”
“I’m being serious,” Konor swore, his tone dropping to a dark, purring growl as he advanced on her. “There is no thinking involved. You only have two choices. Get naked now…”
Konor reached out to trace a line down the edge of her robe, dipping a finger slowly into the V it formed between her breasts. His touch hesitated there, his fingers curling around the terrycloth as his gaze caught hers, hiding nothing of the savage need whirling within their depths. Heather’s breath caught, her whole being stilling as she waited, already hungry and wet, for him to pounce.
“Or we can save something for desert.” Just like that Konor’s easy grin reappeared as he released her. “I, myself, have always been a big believer in desert…and going slow and savoring the moment.”
There was no mistaking the hidden meaning in those words, and Heather couldn’t deny the want that welled through her at the very idea of Konor making a meal out of her. Or maybe she’d make one out of him, make him beg and plead and agree to anything she wanted. That sounded like a dinner invitation worth exploring.
“And I’m not hearing ‘no’ again,” Konor gloated, so certain that he was winning this game. That arrogance would keep him ignorant until it was too late and Heather had him by the short and curlies.
“Well that is quite a smile.” Konor studied her for a second before basically claiming victory. “It looks like a ‘yes’, so why don’t you be a good girl and go try on the dress I bought you, and then we can, maybe, get this night started.”
The night was already started and wasting away. Heather didn’t plan on losing any more time to Konor’s silly games. Not that she bothered to explain that fact to the man. No doubt, he’d get stubborn if she tried. After all, Cattlemen were used to doing things their way, but that didn’t mean they were dumb enough to reject what was being offered. All Heather had to offer right then was her body.
Shrugging her shoulders and allowing her robe to dip down the sides of her arms as she took daring step toward him, Heather didn’t say a word. She didn’t have to. The dark, hot look in Konor’s eyes warned her that he knew exactly what her game was, there would be repercussions if she didn’t turn back now.
In that moment Heather realized that Konor couldn’t be shocked or thrown off center so easily, but he could be unleashed. God knew what he’d do when those strings snapped, because she could sense the barbarian lurking beneath Konor’s cool façade. If he was ever to be freed, it would be a ravaging, a rutting, a fucking of epic proportions. It would be hard, fast, and brutally glorious—right there in there in the entry hall of her childhood home.
“Don’t do it, Heather. I won’t promise to behave,” Konor threatened as if reading her mind, but all his cautioning did was whet her appetite.
Pulled by the lure of excitement and lost to the world of reason, Heather lifted her arms and wrapped them around Konor’s neck, rising up onto her tiptoes to steal a kiss and discover if his lips were just as soft as they’d been the night before. They were just as soft, just as gentle for a moment, and then Konor’s mouth broke open over hers, taking instant advantage to lay claim and conquer.
It was absolutely shameful the way he used his tongue in a bold, erotic mating ritual. The only thing more sinful was the way she responded, but Heather didn’t care. She gave into the primitive urges that had her grinding against Konor’s hard length, appeasing the sudden ache that swelled through her body even as she fanned the flames of the inferno by clamping down on Konor’s tongue and sucking hard.
He growled, a feral sound that sent a thrill racing down Heather’s spine and blossoming through her pelvis as she felt the rough tips of his fingers slip beneath the folds of her robe to discover the silken skin beneath. Suddenly the terrycloth felt suffocatingly hot and heavy, making her skin itch as she flushed with the sudden, desperate need to feel the cool air against skin—the cool air and Konor’s searing touch.
Heather was all too aware of the slow roll of Konor’s fingertips as they traced soft circles against the back of her thigh. The touch was tauntingly chaste and driving her insane. She wanted more. She wanted the rutting.
Without thought, Heather tore the belt from her robe and let the terrycloth fall to the floor, delighting in the harsh, scratchy feel of his clothes cutting into her skin as she ground herself against him. Konor snarled in response, his fingers digging into her thighs as he forced them apart.
Heather suddenly found herself lifted and held pinned against the wall by his superior strength while Konor’s kisses began a downward track that had her convulsing with a need so intense she couldn’t contain the sounds of want falling from her lips. In panted breaths, she commanded and demanded, her fingers raking through his hair as she tried to shove him lower.
Konor resisted her attempts and, instead, with a flex of his muscles, he began push her up the wall. She was open, vulnerable, and completely at his mercy. Three facts that turned her on, making her hotter than she’d ever been before. His strength amazed and excited her but no more than the kisses he rained down over her stomach.
Heather could feel her muscles contract, quivering with an anticipation that had her tensing. She knew what came next, remembered it well but still found herself unprepared for the searing heat that licked through her with the first swipe of Konor’s tongue over her molten flesh. His tongue was so soft and so deliciously wicked, tickling over her swollen folds and pressing in to catch her clit beneath its supple weight.
Heather hit her head against the wall, gasping for breath as Konor’s lips treated her to a suckling kiss. It was the first of many. They came in rapid succession, riling the desperate fervor building in her into a frenzy. She felt like she was coming apart at the seams and any moment she would explode, but that moment never came.
Instead Konor kept her strung out on the edge of a release until the pleasure became nearly painful. It built and built until the pressure had her begging for him to stop, for one moment to catch her breath even as she pleaded with him for more, just enough to snap the strains of tension binding her to this world. Konor did neither, continuing to feast on her cunt as he held her pinned against the wall with her legs spread wide over his shoulders.
Heather was defenseless and totally at his mercy, but Konor had none. He proved that as he reduced her to a convulsing mass of incoherent whimpers.
* * * *
It was time to stop. Konor knew it. He was at risk of losing all control, but he didn’t care. She tasted so sweet, so delicious. He just wanted more. Burying his face deeper into the heaven hidden between Heather’s legs, Konor fucked his tongue past the tight clench of her spasming channel, careful to avoid touching any spot that might send her over the edge.
Instead he held her there, using everything he had—finger, lips, teeth, tongue, even his breath—to torment her. Some deep, primitive part of him delighted in the feel of her nails digging into his hair as she tried to pull him free of her molten flesh even as her thighs clenched tighter around his head, holding him trapped in the between them. She screamed herself hoarse, her cries becoming whimpering pants, and still he feasted, addicted to her taste.
The only thing he imagined being sweeter than devouring Heather’s cunt was fucking it. She was tight. Tight and wet, two of his favorite things. Even sweeter, s
he had a nice plump ass. Konor’s hands splayed out, measuring and testing the resilience of Heather’s rounded rear as he licked his way back up to tease the swollen bud of her clit.
Heather mewed, a plaintive sound full of frustration. It tipped higher as his fingers traced the cleft dividing her ass, dipping between the two lush mounds to discover the puckered entrance buried beneath. Even as his fingers brushed over the hidden clench of muscles, they tightened as Heather’s attempts to squirm free renewed. In that instant, Konor knew she was a virgin there. A virgin now but not for long.
Grinning against her cunt, he punished her for her attempts to deny him, bringing one hand down to fuck three fingers deep and hard into her. Heather bucked instantly under the penetration, crying out as he clamped down and sucked hard on her clit.
He brought her right to the edge and held her there as he screwed first one and then a second finger into her tight ass. Heather squealed, the pain no doubt holding her back from the climax Konor drove her relentlessly toward. He wouldn’t let her come. Instead he tormented her, and himself, treating them both to a taste of their future. That is until she punched him.
Konor knew Heather didn’t mean it. She probably wasn’t even aware that she had hit him. Her fingers had balled into fists of frustration while her limbs had started to flail about as she fought hard to defy him, straining for a climax that just wouldn’t come. In the process she managed to clock him hard enough to knock Konor’s head clear of her cunt.
The sudden breath of fresh air seared through his lungs as he heaved in a ragged pant, echoing the one that ripped through Heather. Her breath came hard and quick as her hands lifted, futilely trying to push him back. All the while she babbled on in incoherent phrases.
Konor’s own thoughts were not that scattered. He realized in that moment he had pushed things too far. He certainly had pushed Heather father than he had any other woman. It probably wasn’t right and it definitely wasn’t fair, but it was the price she paid for being so damn irresistible.
Still, he’d made his point. Now it was probably time to explain it, not that Heather looked in any shape to listen. Konor couldn’t help but be pleased as he took in the sight of her flushed and sweating, still shuddering with a pleasure that kept her eyes glazed and her body pliant as he swept her up into his arms and carried her off toward her bedroom.
Konor left her robe on the floor, knowing Heather would be compelled to retrieve it later. When she did, in that moment, she would remember this moment and the fact that he had commanded it. Maybe then she wouldn’t be so tempted to taunt him again in the future…or maybe she would be tempted all the more.
He could only hope. Konor kind of figured he had reason to hope. After all, Heather wasn’t a woman to back down from a challenge, which was just why he intended to give her one.
Following the wet footprints that led down the hall to a bedroom done up as a pink, princess fantasy, Konor hesitated at the doorway for the briefest second before striding forward and dropping Heather on her bed next to the gift he’d given to her dad earlier. The man had grilled him and somehow Konor had passed his test.
Probably because he had no idea of what Konor would be doing to his daughter only hours later in the entry hall of the man’s own home. Of course, neither had Konor. They were definitely off-plan now. It was the second time Heather had managed to distract him. Who could blame him? Heather was very distracting. She was also soft and perfectly rounded…and completely naked.
Konor blocked that thought before it could lead him to making a very serious mistake. Instead he kept his eyes locked on Heather’s as he caged her between his arms, leaning over to watch and wait for the lust to clear her eyes. Only then did he bother to speak.
“I told you last night that I’m the only one who can get this cunt off,” Konor reminded her, earning him a dark look from Heather as her whole body tensed beneath his. “But you haven’t made me happy yet, sweetness. Instead you’ve taunted and challenged me…Do you want to know what’s going to happen if you defy me?”
“I think the question is, do I care?” Heather shot back, proving that she was far from intimidated by his threat. “Because you don’t have any hold over me, none that I don’t give.”
“Only that which I take.”
“Then take it,” Heather snapped, scrambling to her knees to confront him with her outrageous demand. “I’m right here, wet and willing.”
Konor couldn’t help but smile at the demand in her tone. She just sounded so cute and looked even more adorable, flushed all pink with her outrage. Hell, she looked a lot better than cute with her breasts heaving with her indignation and her bent legs parted, teasing him with a glimpse of the creamy folds hidden in the well-trimmed curls covering her mound. It took all his strength not to tackle her to the bed and take what she was offering.
Instead, he reached out to cup her jaw and lift her gaze up to his, admiring the velvety softness of her flesh as he rubbed his thumb over her cheek. “You’re special. You are worth more than the five minutes it takes to scratch an itch. Because—”
“No, I’m not,” Heather cut in mulishly. “And I haven’t got more than five minutes to spare.”
“Yes, you do,” Konor contradicted her with a laugh. “You got the whole night.”
“A whole night wasted if you ask me,” Heather muttered to herself. “Because really what’s the point if we’re not hitting the sheets?”
“The point is to go on a date,” Konor informed her, exasperated by her stubborn attitude.
“A date?” Heather repeated as if the very idea was a foreign concept. “You got to be kidding. I got a business to run and a son to raise. I don’t have time to date.”
“Well, I guess you better find it,” Konor suggested, unimpressed by her excuses. “Because that’s my itch burning deep inside you, sweetness, and I’m the only one who can scratch it.”
“Then scratch it!”
“You’re in the dress in twenty minutes or I’m taking you out of this house naked.” Konor smiled, not even trying to mask the delight that thought brought him. “That’s my only offer.”
“And if I reject it?”
“You won’t.” Konor didn’t doubt that for a moment. Heather was way too competitive and stubborn not to rise to the challenge he was presenting her. “Twenty minutes.”
“And if I’m late?” Heather asked with a tilt of her chin.
“For every minute you’re late is another day I’ll leave you to suffer before I finally let you have that release you’re going to be working hard for the minute I walk out this door…but since I know you got to learn these things the hard way…”
Konor let that last bit trail off as he strolled out of the room, leaving Heather to make her decision.
Chapter 7
The bed sheet balled into tight knots as Heather fisted her fingers in the soft cotton. Every muscle in her body strained with the urge to scream as she watched Konor disappear through the doorway, but she held back on that urge. He’d caused her to scream quite enough that night. Something told her that he delighted in that fact. She would not indulge his ego by pitching a fit.
Instead she’d do something better—get even.
Of course she didn’t plan on harming him so much as putting that massive boner Konor kept leashed beneath his zipper to some use. That thought helped ease the tension bunching her muscles even if it did little to relieve the searing heat sizzling in her veins. If he wanted to play then she’d show him how it was done.
Glancing over at the intricately wrapped present beside her, Heather smiled. Konor clearly hadn’t wrapped the gift himself. For one thing the bow was way too fancy. For another, it wasn’t actually wrapped. Instead the box was imprinted with some decorative foil that shone with a look that was both expensive and classy, a far cry from the presents she was used to receiving.
Over the years, Taylor had given her any number of hand-made trinkets while her father preferred to give her more sensible presen
ts like gift cards that inevitably got spent on practical items, but there was no way the dress hiding in the pink tissue paper could be classified as practical.
Her hand brushed against something silky and slinky. Heather clenched her fingers in the delicate material, pulling the short sheath dress out until it dangled before her. Fading beautifully from black to midnight blue and down to the softest color of froth, the dress was a work of art. One that held a sensual appeal and transformed her into a Venus intent on seduction as she turned toward the mirror on the back of her closet door and held it up to her body.
Heather crawled off the bed, going to admire her reflection up close. She couldn’t control the flutter of excitement that raced through her at the sight of the woman staring back. She was a sex kitten, one that teased and toyed with men for her own amusement.
How long had it been since she felt that desirable?
Too long.
It had been years since Heather had felt the heated, giddy rush of excitement fizzle through her veins. Even then, nothing in her past came close to the euphoric thrill that filled her whenever Konor was near. She hadn’t even known a person could feel so high without doing mass quantities of drugs.
Heather didn’t do drugs, but she would be doing Konor…and it would be on her terms. Not his.
Heather glanced at the clock and smiled. She had seventeen minutes left. That wasn’t much time. After all she had her hair and make-up to do and she had to try on at least five pairs of shoes before settling on the right set of heels. Heather left off the underwear but not the lotion that left her skin feeling soft and smelling good all over.
When next Heather looked into her mirror she was twenty-four minutes late and dressed to seduce. It was time to go to war.
* * * *
Konor eyed Heather as she came strutting down the hall and knew he was in trouble. The challenge was there in the sway of her hips and the glint in her eyes. Heather knew she was twenty-four minutes late, just as he was sure she knew she looked good enough to be forgiven.