by Abby Wood
The man talking with Kane nodded at her and moved aside. She wrapped her arm around Kane’s waist and leaned against his arm. Her sense of commitment to Kane grew inside of her today. She’d called her mom and told her about her new living situation and falling in love with Kane. Daphne and Sarah knew about their relationship too, but today, the magnitude of what their decision meant to the Lakota surprised her.
“Did you enjoy holding Napayshni?” Kane pulled her around and held her back to his stomach. His arms wrapped around her, holding her close, letting her view the rest of the room.
She tilted her head back and smiled up at him. “Yes, and thank you for bringing me.”
“The women were nice?” His eyes softened and he kissed her upturned nose.
“You mean, my cousins?” She stroked his forearm. “Yes, they welcomed me to your family. I was not expecting them to welcome me this way…”
“It’s the way it is done here. I fear your people will not have the same acceptance when they find out that you are living with me, and I worry for you.” He tightened his embrace.
She glanced away. “No one would dare say a word. I wouldn’t let anyone speak badly about you, or me. It’s not any of their business what I do with my life.”
His jaw muscle twitched. “I wish you were right, but—”
“No negative thoughts.” She kissed his cheek. “Not today. I’ve had a wonderful time meeting your family. Let me enjoy this moment.”
Chapter Twelve
After a tough week at work, Ana collapsed on the couch beside Kane. She sighed loudly and closed her eyes. Thank God, she had a couple days off. She had no desire to see or speak with Judy.
Ana couldn’t understand why Judy was going out of her way to get her in trouble. Ana had arrived at work on Monday to find her utensils missing and meat left out of the freezer for Chum to find, and instead of figuring out who left the kitchen in a mess, Chum blamed her. She’d always gotten along great with the other cook, but she refused to let Judy’s childish behavior get her fired from her job.
When she finally had a chance to confront Judy today during their shift change, Judy snarled and told her she was “getting lazy like the Indians if she couldn’t hunt down some utensils or put away the meat,” and she should “go find a job on the reservation.” Ana let her head fall back onto the couch. It took her all day to work through her anger, and now she was mentally and physically exhausted.
“You’re overtired.”
She jolted, and then stretched. “My eyes closed, didn’t they?”
“About ten minutes ago. You work too hard at Chum’s. I wish you’d stay here with me and keep me company. I earn more than enough for us to live comfortably here.” Kane patted his thigh. “Come here, sit on my lap and I’ll show you how much I like having you around me. Maybe one of these days you’ll change your mind and want to live this way every day.”
She sat sideways on his lap with her right hip pressed against his stomach, but Kane shifted her until her ass was nestled against his groin. “Kane…working is important to me. I understand you believe our relationship is solid and permanent. I believe that too, but—”
“You were brought up to view personal success as earning your own way in life, supporting yourself. It’s different for me—I desire the traditional sense of the roles between the man and woman. Besides, I earn enough to see us happy here on the reservation.” He stroked his hands down the tops of her legs. “I understand where you are coming from though, and I’m not going to push you. Just think about it.”
“Thank you.” She rolled her head around, trying to stretch her tight, sore back muscles. “Besides, having more money come in is never a bad thing.”
“Humph.”
Kane kissed the tender rise of her shoulder. She yawned and leaned back on his chest, laying her head under his chin. She loved the way he relaxed her with his touch. He not only had a way with training horses, he’d trained her without her even knowing it.
They’d made it a habit to strip down to bare skin in the evenings, enjoying the freedom to indulge in each other’s bodies if the mood fit. She looked forward to their alone time to reconnect after a day apart. He spoiled her with attention, whether it was a touch of his hand, a stroke during a television show or lovemaking for hours.
The easy way he caressed her stomach relaxed her, and she closed her eyes. As if he used magic to make all her tension go away, she mewled as liquid heat filled her insides. “That’s nice.”
Soon Kane spread his legs and drew hers over his knees, opening her up. He skimmed his hand over her mound, coated his finger with her wetness and pushed inside of her. She moaned softly.
“My poor girl. Too tired to play tonight?” He used the heel of his hand to rub side to side over her clit. “I’ll do everything for you then and make you feel all better.”
“Yes.” She lifted her arms above her head and slipped them around his neck, thrusting her breasts higher.
He stroked the spot below her pubic bone. Taking his time, he languished around the tiny nub. Her interior muscles quivered. A need grew deep inside of her, and she squirmed.
Moisture dribbled from her lower lips, dampening the path to her anus. She moaned. Her heightened arousal strained for release.
Kane removed his hand, brought his finger up to her breasts, and wet her nipples with her own juice. Prickles came over her skin and her breasts ached with pleasure. A rush of tingles swept over her upper body.
“Howahkan…” She wiggled.
The hard ridge of his cock pressed between her butt cheeks, driving her wild. “You like that?”
She mumbled, unable to express herself with words while her body demanded all the attention. She wanted something…more touches, pressure, anything to push her over the edge.
Kane moved his hand back down between her legs, dipped his finger in her cream and rubbed the lubrication around her anus. Her body jolted. “Kane?”
“It’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you. Let yourself relax. Another time, I will show you how much you can enjoy taking my cock inside you.” Without moving away from her tight hole, he slipped his thumb in her pussy to caress both spots.
Her desire spiked fast and hard. She arched up off his chest, almost forgetting she was perched on Kane’s lap. His moist breath heated her bare back. She moaned, the tension from work disappearing and replaced with an almost euphoric contentment. Being with Kane grounded her. No matter what anyone said, she belonged here with him.
He was relentless in building her up. In. Out. Stroking. Pleasuring. She grabbed his knees. Her nails dug into his skin. She couldn’t think beyond what would happen next. She waited, reached, prayed for release, but Kane knew exactly how to control the moment until she’d gone as high as possible.
“You’re beautiful, Ana.” Kane spoke near her ear, brought his other hand around her hip and skimmed her clit.
Her orgasm exploded into a mind-blowing, blood-pumping rush of pleasure flooding her body. Her interior muscles clenched, and Kane held her securely to him as he soothed her pussy with soft, easy strokes, letting her down gently from her high.
Struggling to gather energy, she reached up and patted his cheek. “Your turn, Howahkan. Let me please you.”
Underneath her ass, his cock pulsed for attention. “You know what you can do for me?”
“Hmm?” She combed her fingers through his hair.
“I want to see you on your hands and knees on the floor.” His fingers dug into the tops of her thighs. “I want to kneel behind you as you stick your ass up in the air and let me spray my come over your tight hole.”
Her arm stilled and she leaned her head back to look him in the face. “Kane, do men like sticking their dicks up…women’s asses?”
The quiver of stifled laughter in Kane’s chest combine
d with his grin had her turning back around. It wasn’t as if she was an expert on what other people did together, but she’d had sex in more positions and in different ways with Kane than she’d ever imagined. Besides, wasn’t anal sex for…men only?
“I forget how young you are.” He wrapped his arms around her and grasped her elbows, keeping her snug in place. “Yes. Men enjoy having their cock up their woman’s ass, their woman’s pussy and in their woman’s mouth. We’re not hard to please. I enjoy your whole body, and I want to experience it all with you. Does that answer your question?”
She paused, thinking about the possibilities. “And women want them to do that?”
“Not all. I think a great deal has to do with how comfortable they are with their own body, how much patience the man has, and if the two people in the relationship trust each other completely.” His thumb strummed her left nipple.
She shivered, her body already recovering. “I-I think we should try doing it…that way.”
“Oh, we will. Maybe not tonight, but another time when I can concentrate on you. Right now, with all your wiggling on my lap, you’re driving me crazy, little one. I can’t wait.” He lifted her up, set her on her feet and gave her ass a soft slap. “Will you get down on your hands and knees for me?”
She nodded and got down on all fours. “I won’t be able to watch you this way.”
“Cross your arms and cradle your head on the floor. You’ll be able to look behind you.”
Following his directions, she turned her head. It was true. She could watch him.
Kane kneeled behind her. She wiggled her butt and laughed at the way his tongue came out and licked his bottom lip. This was such a vulnerable, submissive act, but Kane’s reaction to her provocative position empowered her.
Her gaze lowered to his hand wrapped around his cock. The strokes, long, unhurried and yet masculine, came naturally to him. There was a pattern. A shot of desire fluttered through her.
Kane curled his other hand on Ana’s hip for leverage, leaned closer and tapped the head of his engorged cock against her rear. She bucked back, surprised at the need to have him touch her anus again. She had no idea that part of her body would give her so many wonderful sensations.
“That’s it. Show me how much you want my cock.” His grip tightened on his hardness, and his movements became faster.
She rocked on her knees, bumping back against his cock. He slid his dick against the slit of her wet, warm pussy. Teasing her anus, he rubbed his juice-covered cock against her puckered hole. She arched her back and aimed better, trying to make him slide into her tightness. “Oh God…”
Kane pressed his cock against the part of her screaming for attention. The muscles in her thighs quivered. She wanted to push against him and experience what it would feel like to have pressure inside of her like when he took her pussy.
“Reach—” He held himself still. “Reach between your legs and rub your clit.”
Her body jerked as her anus relaxed with the stimulation on her nub. “Kane…I like that. Please.”
He removed himself from her puckered hole, slid his manhood through her juice, lubricating the head more before putting himself at her back entrance. “A little at a time. Don’t push back or you’ll hurt yourself.”
A deep moan came from a part of her she didn’t recognize. The excitement of trying something new and a little naughty had her free hand clawing the floor, her head flat on the wood surface. “Mm. Fuck me. Show me who I belong to.”
Kane rubbed his cock around, softening her muscles and letting her grow accustomed to his size. She widened her knees. The pressure grew. She swiftly inhaled, held her breath and let it out slowly, trying to relax. The second her muscles loosened up, the mushroomed end of Kane’s hardness slipped past her tight ring.
She froze.
“Sh…that’s it. Don’t move. I’m not going any farther.” Kane’s knuckles brushed against her skin as he jerked off.
She turned her head. His body seemed to grow in size. He appeared hard, flexed and determined. It seemed to take all his control not to pound himself into her body. She began to rub her clit again to match Kane’s movements.
Her anus spasmed. “Fuck. I’m going to come, Kane. Do it. Come in my ass.”
Leaning over her, he inched farther inside of her as he took his own pleasure in his hand. He grunted as she climaxed. Hot come warmed her insides.
They remained together until Kane’s cock slipped out of her. She shivered. Her body shook and she curled up on the floor.
Kane scooped her up and held her to his chest. “Let’s get you into the shower, little one. You’ve had a big day.”
Chapter Thirteen
Some people said a horse was no smarter than any other animal, but Kane knew differently. He leaned his forehead on Enapay’s nose and sighed. You bring peace to a troubled soul, my friend.
A pack of dogs barked in the distance. He lifted his head. He hadn’t planned to walk far, but he’d ended up several hundred yards behind the stables. Lucky for him, Enapay stopped him from wandering too far away. Ana would worry if she came searching for him and he was gone.
Ana. She’d flitted around tonight, entertaining Will, Daphne, Darrell and Sarah as if she had grown accustomed to running a household. She served dinner, kept conversations flowing and made sure she talked to everyone individually. Most of all, she stayed attentive to him while doing it all.
No more than a minute went by all night without a smile, a touch or a quick kiss from Ana. He found himself sitting straighter and taking pride in his home, his woman. Yet her words unsettled him.
He gave Enapay one last pat sending him racing across the field back to the herd. “Philamayaye…thank you.”
Ana talked of advancing at work and one day being able to afford college classes once she started her shift as the head dinner cook at Chum’s Bar. Kane pulled off his boots and socks, removed his shirt and carried them under his arm. Maybe having the wind on his skin, the grass brushing his feet and the soil underneath him would set him right again.
He loved her with all his heart. To think she would outgrow him scared him to death. He wasn’t a fool. In today’s world, where divorces happened daily and breakups happened over silly arguments, to depend on Ana’s willingness to remain content living with him on the reservation was unwise.
Picking up his pace, he headed through the stables. He had enough faith in their relationship for the both of them, but what if spreading her wings was the right thing for Ana? He had the chance long ago with Heather to walk a different path, and came away learning that his life belonged with his people.
“Kane!” Ana hurried across the yard and threw herself into his arms. “I wondered where you’d disappeared to while I cleaned the kitchen. I’m done with the dishes.”
“Good.” He nuzzled her neck and picked her up with one arm.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and held him tight. “Wasn’t it a fabulous night? I think everyone had a good time. Don’t you?”
“Yes.” He strolled through the open door, tossed his boots against the wall and carried her over to the couch before setting her on her feet.
Together, they sat down. Ana leaned into him and he curled his arm around her shoulders, wanting to keep her by his side forever. He laughed at the way she crossed her legs and began to swing her foot.
“Full of energy, little girl?” He laid his hand on the bare skin below her shorts.
Ana turned to him. “Can I ask you something?”
“You know you can.”
“Will you let me braid your hair?” She sat forward. “I’ve only seen it down. Even when you work with the horses you tie back the top, but leave the rest hanging loose.”
He studied her. Was she joking? She must not realize that men never braided their hair.
Only boys wore that hairstyle.
“Why does it look as if you’ve tasted something rotten?” She tilted her head. “You don’t like to have someone play with your hair? I think it’s relaxing.”
He hoped no one stopped by the house tonight, because there was no way he’d be able to tell her no. He’d suck it up and let her fiddle with his hair. Afterward, he’d explain how she could never give him a braid again.
“Fine.” He forced a smile. “If it’ll please you. I will let you do anything.”
She scooted over, spread her legs open and patted the spot between her knees. “Come sit on the floor. You’ll like it. Trust me.”
Letting her play with his hair wasn’t the problem. The act of tying something together that should be free hit him as abnormal. He wasn’t someone who liked the thought of being held down, even if it was only his hair.
Two minutes later, he’d closed his eyes and the tension in his neck disappeared. His chin dropped to his chest. Ana’s fingers roamed over his scalp, massaging him into a coma.
She hit every pressure point around his head. Her nails dug into his skin, releasing any stress over what she had planned. He groaned, surprising himself, as her thumbs pushed into the tight cords at the back of his neck.
“You work too hard.” Ana worked her way down to his shoulders, using the heel of her hand to loosen his muscles.
His mind slipped into a black abyss. He could hear her sweet voice, feel the way her soft touch firmly manipulated his body, but all he wanted to do was sit here and never move again.
The transition from kneading to braiding meshed over time. Kane wallowed between sleep and heaven. He sensed his breathing deepen, his limbs fall asleep. Ana’s talking became his lullaby.
“There you go.” Ana leaned over, wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kissed the area below his ear.
He startled and opened his eyes. “Done?”
“Yes.” She laughed. “I think you might have snored a couple times too. I told you that you’d like it.”