The McGilley Trilogy

by B J Wane

  “I warned you it was cold,” he told her unsympathetically when she stopped before him shivering.

  “So warm me up, Counselor,” Kayla whispered as she plastered her wet, naked body against him, her arms looping around those rigid, muscled shoulders she ached to feel bunching under her hands.

  Brett cursed himself for being every kind of a fool as he succumbed to her as easily as he had last week, all his reasons for wanting to keep her at arm’s length getting shoved to the wayside as his hands connected with the cool flesh of her ass.

  “You want me?” he asked silkily as he skimmed his lips over hers, warming them slightly as he kneaded her buttocks until they warmed under his hands and she was moaning against his lips.

  “More than I want another of those double dark chocolate brownies,” she admitted as she felt heat pooling between her legs, replacing the chill of the lake water.

  Stepping back from her, he clasped her arms to keep her from leaning against him again. “Then go kneel on the blanket, face down, ass up, knees spread.” Releasing her arms, he waited to see if she’d obey his demand. Against his better judgment, he might want her, and he might give in and take her again, but it would be on his terms, not hers.

  Kayla breathed a sigh of relief as her body warmed further just from his dictate and the heated look in his eyes as he slowly, blatantly looked her over head to toe, his gaze lingering on her breasts until her nipples hardened even more, leaving them aching to feel the warm suckle of his mouth then gliding down to the damp black curls shielding her swollen labia, the moisture coating her folds more from her seeping pussy than her frigid dip.

  Heart tripping with excitement and just enough uncertainty to keep her on edge, she strode slowly back to the blanket, relishing the heat from the sun baking down on her as well as the heat from his look as he followed her. Dropping to her knees, she lowered her head onto her folded arms and spread her knees further, feeling decadently exposed and decidedly aroused. His silence unnerved her, but when she felt him kneel behind her, felt his hand caressing her cheeks, she relaxed in pleasure.

  She was everything wet dreams were made of, Brett thought as he ran his hands softly over her ass, around her hips, over her soft belly to lightly rasp her nipples. He refrained from giving her compliments or from soothing her tension. Let her wonder if she had pushed him too far, if she had bitten off more than she could chew in taunting him. Maybe after today, she’d learn he wasn’t going to be led around by his cock.

  Moving away from the enticing feel of those nipples, he ran his lips down her spine as he slowly glided his hands back to her ass, lulling her into a false sense of relaxation as he moved his right hand down her crack, lightly grazing her anus, smiling when she gasped, then feathering his fingers over the plump, soft folds of her pussy. She was wet and he could smell her arousal, a smell that had his mouth watering. Unfortunately, it wouldn’t be a good idea to give her that pleasure before she paid for leading him where he didn’t want to go.

  “Do you still want me, Kayla,” he asked as he slowly let one finger sink inside her sheath.

  Lost to sensation, warmth having replaced the chill of the lake, Kayla nodded her head, saying, “Yes, yes, Brett. Fuck me, please.”

  Chuckling, it was Brett’s turn to taunt her.“You have so much to learn, little one.” Leaving the treasure of her tight pussy, he landed a sharp smack on her right cheek and followed quickly with another on her left as he released his engorged flesh into his hand.

  Kayla jerked out of her euphoric stupor with the first smack, crying out with the second and then moaning in sheer bliss as he continued to pepper her ass with short, hard slaps. Pain and heat built together, blended together until she couldn’t separate the two, making her hips sway and her buttocks clench with each stroke. After every three or four slaps, he would stop and caress the flesh he had just abused, his hand soothing on her burning skin before once again taking a slow exploring glide down her crack, over her twitching anus to her aching, weeping pussy. His fingers would lightly explore her plump, swollen labia before dipping between those folds to tease her by caressing the soaking walls of her vagina, avoiding the small knot of nerves that pulsed with a need so strong she ached with it. Just as she found herself relaxing into the pleasure, he would pull back and smack her again and again until she was practically sobbing in frustration, her arousal having reached a demanding peak.

  Lifting up on her forearms, she turned her head enough to glare at him. “Damn it, Brett, if you don’t fuck me, I’m going to take care of it myself.”

  “Are you now?” Brett leaned over her prone position, nestling his cock in her crease as he whispered against her lips, “As much as I would enjoy watching you masturbate, that is not going to happen. You’re the one who pushed this so you’re the one who’ll have to deal with the consequences. When I’m through doling out those consequences, I’ll fuck you and not until then.”

  Rearing back, Brett laid his hand on her ass, the red hue already fading to pink. With her eyes still on him, he slowly unbuckled his leather belt and pulled it off before folding it over. The widening shock of her eyes would have been comical if it wasn’t accompanied by a hint of fear.

  A shiver of apprehension ran through her as she eyed his belt and for the first time, Kayla wondered if she hadn’t been too rash in her pursuit of this man. Taking a quick glance around the meadow, she confirmed what she already knew, they were all alone out here.

  “Um, Brett…”

  “All you have to do is say stop, Kayla, and I’ll stop immediately. You have my word,” was all the reassurance he was going to give her. In truth, it would probably be for the best if she called a stop to this before he fucked her again. As much as he wanted her, as hard as his cock was with the need to bury himself in her again, he was still determined to send her on her way without any intention of seeing her again.

  Kayla allowed her gaze to move from the granite determination on his face down to where his cock jutted out of his jeans, the flared purple head looking hungry for relief, the small slit oozing his precious fluid in preparation to fuck. There was no way he could deny he wanted her, that he was as aroused as she was and that fact gave her the confidence she needed to continue.

  With a simple nod of her head, she agreed to continue before lowering her head once again and bracing herself for the feel of his belt. The first strike of leather on her sensitive skin was surprisingly light, enough to elicit a small sting that faded quickly, leaving her aching for more. The next was only marginally harder, the sting a little sharper but faded just as quickly.

  Moaning, she shifted her hips, aching for something, but unsure of what. Her buttocks felt swollen, achy and warm, a feeling that was reciprocated in her pussy, but it wasn’t enough. When he did nothing but continue with the light snaps of leather, she groaned in frustration, “Brett, I need something more. Help me, please.” She would be humiliated by her pleading if she wasn’t so desperate for release.

  “No longer afraid, little one?” Brett asked as he stroked his cock in his fist to help relieve some of the frustrating pressure he also was feeling. Now that he had her primed, he could finally give her the swats he had wanted to lay on her from the first.

  She cried out as the belt landed across the middle of her ass with more pressure, the snap against her bare flesh echoing in the clearing along with her whimpers. Another stroke had her gasping and the copious juices dripping from her pussy to dampen her thighs as she shifted her upturned hips enticingly. A third on the under curve of her buttocks had her biting her lip and the fourth much softer stroke between her legs had her screaming.

  The harder strokes took Kayla right to the brink, but it was the shocking sting of the leather connecting with the softer, more sensitive flesh of her pussy that sent her over. Her orgasm burst without any slow build up, a fast, all-encompassing explosion of pleasure that shook her to the core and left her boneless with relief. Before she could assimilate what just happened, Brett wa
s gripping her hips in his hard hands and thrusting into her still spasming sheath, that first stroke igniting another response from her with a swiftness that roused her from her sated stupor.

  Her fast climax when he snapped his belt against her pussy had taken Brett by surprise as he suspected it did her. That she was so responsive to his dominant erotic discipline was only going to make it harder to keep away from her, but he was just as determined to let her go after this as he now was to fuck her. Sinking into her still clutching vagina in one deep stroke, he shuddered in both pleasure and shock as he realized he didn’t have a condom with him.

  “God damn it, Kayla. I don’t have any protection with me.” As he made to withdraw from her, she clamped her silky inner walls around his shaft, making him shudder in longing and regret.

  “Don’t you dare. I mean it, Brett.” Kayla once again lifted her head, this time to glare at him. His cock was pulsing inside her, filling her so deep she felt him against her womb, and if he withdrew now she knew she wouldn’t survive it. “I’m on the pill, I swear it. And I’m safe. I’ve never allowed a guy to fuck me bare back, but I want you to. Please, please don’t stop.”

  If she had been any other woman, he wouldn’t have trusted her, but she had been nothing but open and honest about what she wanted from him, and what she wanted was sex. Even though she was as mischievous and as guileless as a toddler, he wasn’t going to take any chances. Since he didn’t know if he could stop now even if a freight train came bearing down on them, that left him one other option.

  “I’ll pull out just to be sure,” he told her as he pushed all the way back into her again, the relief on her face making him smile. “Hold on, this is going to be hard and fast,” he warned her before pulling out and thrusting forcefully back in before she could catch her breath.

  Kayla had no choice but to drop her head back down and brace herself as best as she could against the onslaught of his pummeling cock. Over and over he rammed into her, his hands hard on her hips, holding her still for his invasion. The only sounds were the slapping of their bare flesh as their hips came together and their mingled groans of effort and ecstasy. She felt him quicken, felt his cock swell and jerk as the first tremors of her climax pulled at him. With a move so fast and smooth she barely registered it, he pulled out of her and she felt the warm splash of his seed on her buttocks. Within seconds, she was spiraling out of control, her pussy clamping around the fingers that had replaced his cock, each spasm more pleasurable than the last until she felt drained and was left sprawled flat out on the blanket, her body relishing the relief from her two orgasms.

  Chapter Five

  Brett entered Casey’s a few hours later, his body sated but his conscience in turmoil. Ever since the three of them were old enough to learn of the reason for Casey and their mother, Maryann’s divorce, they vowed not to be like him. Casey’s lack of fidelity and responsibility when it came to sex, his inability to keep it in his pants, made the three of them even more cautious when it came to their sexual encounters. Other than his wife, he had never taken a woman bare back, had never broken their cardinal rule, no condom, no sex, which was just another reason why his lapse with Kayla earlier today bothered him and what had drove him to scrub her phone number off the back of his hand as soon as he hit the shower.

  The back of his hand still tingled from where Kayla had written her number and he had scrubbed it off. Damn it, he thought irritably, nothing had changed just because he had given in and fucked her again. She was still too young, still too inexperienced to suit his needs despite the lessons he had subjected her to, still too naïve to enter into a relationship with him and not eventually want and expect more than sex from it.

  After discovering Linda, his wife of three years, had been involved in an affair for six months, Brett had sworn off relationships that went beyond casual friendship and sex. There were a few women he liked that he escorted to different social and charitable functions and had a casual sexual relationship with, women in their thirties who were career driven and didn’t want or expect anything else from him, who looked good on his arm and helped defuse some of the rumors that ran rampant about the McGilley’s. Then there were the women who gave credence to those rumors, who frequented their private space upstairs and wanted nothing but the extra kink he and his brother’s lifestyle could give them, experienced women who were looking for nothing more than a sexual release they couldn’t achieve with a vanilla lover.

  Then there was Kayla with her outrageous wardrobe, her carefree, open flirtations that were somehow cute instead of annoying and her wide eyed innocence. Traits that could be endearing but were in no way compatible with him, which was why he had removed her phone number from his hand, removing the temptation before he gave in to it as easily as his cock had sunk into her tight, soft as silk pussy. The feel of her warm, wet vaginal walls enveloping his bare cock still had the power to drive him crazy hours after he had splashed his seed on those round plump cheeks. With a determination he vowed wouldn’t be broken, he shoved that memory aside and strode across the now quiet club which was closed on Sundays to join Mitch and Donovan seated at a round table preparing for their weekly poker game.

  “Where’s Colin?” he asked as he pulled out a chair and sat down.

  “Olivia called earlier. Her hot water heater is leaking and she asked if he would look at it,” Donovan answered as he took a swig of his Pepsi.

  “Great,” he muttered on a long, suffering sigh. Olivia Hammond, widow of Colin’s best friend and former partner at the Sheriff’s department, was the one woman Colin wanted above all others and the one he couldn’t have for reasons he refused to tell his brothers. “That means he’s going to be in a shitty mood when he gets here.”

  “Bite me,” Colin said from behind him as he took a seat in the remaining empty chair.

  Recalling that Donovan had uttered those same words to Brett earlier today, he drawled sarcastically, “You two need to get laid more often.”

  “Speaking of getting laid, what happened between you and Kayla this afternoon? You stabled Diablo and high tailed it back to your place so fast, I didn’t get a chance to gloat,” Donovan asked with all the innocence of a career criminal.

  “What’d I miss?” Mitch took a long pull of his beer, eyeing the brothers over the bottle with a glint in his brown eyes. Not only was he a long-time friend of the McGilley’s, especially Colin, he was the assistant manager of Casey’s and a frequent patron of the second floor amenities.

  “Nothing,” Brett snapped. The last thing he wanted to do was give any of them more reason to tease him about Kayla’s infatuation with him. Glaring at Donovan but including all of them in his look, he said, “I don’t want any of you pushing her towards me, got it? That girl doesn’t need any help pushing my buttons. In case you hadn’t noticed, I’m trying to discourage her, not lead her on.”

  “But, it’s so much fun watching you flounder with a woman for the first time.” Colin grinned wickedly at Brett.

  Narrowing his eyes, Brett threatened softly, “Remember, what’s good for one of us is good for all. I would be happy to start meddling in your personal business. How’s Olivia?”

  Mitch, seeing Colin switch from teasing to stiff anger, quickly jumped in. “Since Donovan practically has no personal life with women, it wouldn’t be fair, so what do you say we play cards and forget about the opposite sex for this evening.”

  “I’m for that,” Donovan quickly agreed before they could start harping on him again because they thought he kept to himself too much.

  Brett smiled and relaxed. The three of them each had their demons to fight when it came to personal issues involving women. As close as brothers could be, there were certain things best left resolved without interference from siblings. “I believe you owe me a pot, Donovan, and I intend to collect tonight. Any leads on the vandalism?”

  Donovan filled Mitch in on the mess at the stables before answering, “None. I hate to suspect one of the students, but I wi
ll definitely be keeping a close eye on them.”

  “All four were in here last night. Arrived around eight and it was after midnight when they left together,” Mitch said as he dealt.

  “That doesn’t mean one of them couldn’t have snuck away from the bunk house, did the deed and snuck back in without the others knowing, especially if they’d been drinking.” If one of the young college students employed by them was responsible, Brett hoped it was an isolated incident encouraged by alcohol. He didn’t like to think one of those young men harbored that kind of anger towards Donovan or the McGilley name. There was also another explanation they had to consider.

  “Don’t forget about Paul Monroe. The police still haven’t caught him and he did swear revenge against me at the end of his trial.” Thankfully, Paul’s ex-wife, Sheila, and their son hadn’t seen any sign of him, which meant their location was still safe.

  “We’ll all keep an eye out for anyone or anything suspicious. Odds are it was just a random act by kids who got lucky at finding the security cameras,” Colin said. “For now, though, I’ll take two.”

  Kayla cranked up her stereo as loud as she dared in her apartment, donned a pair of bike shorts and sports bra and started her warm up with slow undulations of her hips and shoulders, trying to empty her mind of everything but the music. Two years ago, she had taken up belly dancing as a form of exercise thinking it made the most logical choice because she had always loved all forms of dancing. At the time she had started classes, she had no idea the benefits not only included a fun, full body workout, but also an effective way to empty her mind of plaguing thoughts, to take her mind where nothing exists but you, the music and your response to it.