Acres, Natalie - Bridled and Bucked [Bridled 3] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme)

by Natalie Acres

  “Spread those sweet thighs a little wider for me,” Lantry said, taking his position between her legs. Fondling his cock, he placed the head at her pussy and entered her, growling when she closed around him.

  Dallas fucked her ass, sliding in and out with a slow and tortured beat.

  “Come for us, baby,” Blaine instructed her. “Let us see your sweet little body move.”

  She lost herself in Lantry’s eyes for a moment longer than what might have been theirs to claim, hers to own. She continued to pull for Blaine’s release, jerking him off until his warm cum shot across her breasts and the heat from his ejaculation sent a shiver down her spine. She locked her legs behind Lantry’s back and fucked him, giving him the opportunity to work with Dallas in a way guaranteed to please them all.

  One cock thrust and the other gave way. Lantry hammered forward while Dallas inched back. Dallas slid inside her and Lantry slipped out. Regardless of the impalement, her body accepted the penetration and they allowed her the opportunity to just go with the motions.

  The bed bounced. The mattress shimmied. And her two lovers stamped out their passion, riding her to the initial start of a long evening ahead.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Lynlee awoke the next morning to an empty cottage. After she tossed one way and then the other, she was convinced. Her men had left her alone, most likely to start cleaning up the messes others left for them.

  So far, being involved with the McCains had left her to believe their lives together would always be full of excitement, one cliffhanger after the next. Before she could feel too sorry for herself, she thought of Jose and wondered what, if anything, she might be able to do to help him.

  About the time she started to devise a plan, Carlisle entered the small room. “What are you doing here by yourself?”

  “I guess the lot of you left me behind this morning.”

  “Is something eating at you?” Carlisle asked.

  “As a matter of fact, there is.” She sighed. “I need to talk to you about something, and I think you’re the only one who can help me.”

  “What’s wrong?” Carlisle asked, immediately concerned.

  “I want you to work on something very important. I want you to help Jose get a green card.”

  A long silence made Lynlee uncomfortable. She saw Carlisle’s response before he provided one.

  “I can’t do that, Lynlee.”

  “Why not?”

  Carlisle looked away.

  “Why not?” she pressed. “Give me one good reason.”

  He took a deep breath and said, “One of these days I promise you, I will. Right now, I can’t go against my father. He doesn’t want Jose to have a green card.”

  “Why?”

  “I can’t tell you.”

  She bucked up against that reply. Sticking her lip out, she pouted. When that didn’t work, she said, “Well, I still want him to have my car.”

  “You’ll have to talk to Blaine and Lantry about that. They paid for it.”

  “Then they can pay for another one.”

  “You’re acting spoiled.”

  “And you’re pissing me off.”

  “Lynlee, I’m my father’s attorney. There are certain things that I cannot and will not discuss with you or anyone else.”

  A long silence separated them again. Finally, Lynlee decided she’d just have to understand Carlisle’s position and accept Casey’s wishes. She wasn’t an idiot. Casey liked to control those around him. As long as Jose didn’t have a green card, Casey could keep him under his thumb. “What have you been doing this morning?” she asked, an effort to make amends by changing the subject.

  “We’re working on a few things.”

  “I need to get my lazy butt out of bed and get to work, too.” She ran her hands over her body as she rose to her feet. For a few passing seconds, her hand drifted across her belly. She wondered then, and it wasn’t the first time, what it might be like to carry a child.

  “Lynlee,” Carlisle said in a gentle voice. “Are you all right?”

  “Yes,” she assured him.

  “Honey, is something else on your mind?”

  Lynlee pursed her lips. When she and Blaine married, she told him, convinced him actually, that she didn’t want children. Blaine couldn’t father a child, and she told him she would never want to be a mother.

  Now, for some unexplainable reason, she was curious about motherhood, convinced she’d become a wonderful parent if only she could have a child. She often found herself thinking about the son or daughter she might bring into this world.

  “I may want a child,” she said, actually surprised at herself for stating the fact aloud.

  Carlisle narrowed his gaze on her bare stomach. “Lynlee, are you pregnant?”

  “No,” she assured him. “But I may want to be…pregnant, that is.”

  “Lynlee!” Lantry called out, entering the house then. “There you are. Did you just decide to roll over?”

  Lynlee grabbed her robe and stuffed her arms in the sleeves. “I was tired. For some reason I was just plain tired.”

  “I can’t imagine why,” Lantry said, giving her a hug. “Somebody was pretty frisky last night.”

  “Lynlee wants a baby,” Carlisle blurted out.

  “What?” Lantry asked, holding her arms away from him.

  “I said, I might,” she corrected, pursing her lips, shooting Carlisle what she hoped was interpreted as a firm stare of disapproval.

  Lantry studied her then. “Are you?”

  “Am I what?”

  “Pregnant,” Lantry said.

  “No, of course not,” she said. “I take the pill every night without fail.”

  Heidi rushed inside the house. She flopped down at Lynlee’s feet, and Lynlee sighed. “I guess Heidi is enough for me right now. Just skip it. I don’t know why I mentioned something like that right now anyway. I mean how does one go about dodging bullets and pushing a stroller, right?”

  “Right,” Lantry said, kissing her cheek. “When you get dressed, get Carlisle to drive you down to the barn. You have a filly to play with this morning.”

  “I know,” she said, feeling sorry for herself all over again. She immediately gave herself an internal pep talk. She had a lot of animals. She’d even come to think of some of them as her children.

  “I don’t know what’s wrong with you,” Lantry said. “Don’t you have enough to do with eight men around begging for your attention?”

  She forced a smile. “You’re right. I have enough to keep me busy.”

  “I always am,” he said, grabbing a bottle of water out of the small refrigerator on his way out.

  When he started his Jeep, Carlisle said, “Lynlee, this is a decision you shouldn’t take lightly. Are you sure you’ve been taking your birth control?”

  Lynlee would’ve been offended except for the fact that skipping her pills, at one time, would’ve been a typical stunt. “Yes, of course.”

  Carlisle frowned. “Is this something you’ve thought about a lot or is it just after this last threat? I mean, you know, a lot of things go through a person’s mind after they have a close call with death.”

  Lynlee studied Carlisle and admired him for a moment longer than she typically might. He was dressed in khakis and a white shirt and with his short, dark hair, trimmed neatly above the ears, she wondered what life might have been like for them if she’d chosen to marry him instead of Blaine. Would Carlisle have chosen to share her? Probably not. Would they have started a family together?

  “Do you want children, Carlisle?”

  “I don’t know,” he said, shaking his head. “I’d like to think someday, perhaps, when things calm down, but I just don’t know. Dad wouldn’t—”

  “Your dad?” Lynlee asked. “What does Casey have to do with this?”

  Carlisle gulped. “Nothing, it’s just that he worries over protecting his family, and a baby, well a baby is…helpless. You know that.”

  She paced
, trying like crazy to hold her tears at bay, wondering why she was so distraught, completely emotional, right then. “This has nothing to do with your father or your mother, for that matter.”

  “I know, but you have to understand something, there may always be a threat to our family. Do you want to endanger a child?”

  “No, but I may want one, and if I do, I should be able to choose to pursue a pregnancy without asking your father, if it’s all right. Good God, Carlisle. Do you not see how unusual this situation is?”

  Carlisle’s brows arched.

  “I don’t mean with us. What I’m talking about is between you and your father. Hell, the only one who doesn’t consult him is Lantry.” She paused. “I take that back, whenever there’s something wrong, he’s the first one on the hotwire with daddy dearest.”

  “I thought you liked Dad.”

  “I do!” she replied. “But I never consulted my parents over every little thing. Even as a teenager, I learned to make my own decisions. I did my best to stand on my own two feet. You need to learn to do that, too.”

  “Lynlee, trust me, I do. There’s more to this than meets the eye.”

  “What, damn it! What?”

  Carlisle swallowed hard. “I think since you’re married to Blaine, you need to talk to him about this.”

  She pursed her lips. “You did not just throw down that card.”

  “Yes, I did, Lynlee,” Carlisle assured her. “There are some confidences I won’t break for you or anyone else. I can’t. I’m bound by law to keep my mouth shut. Blaine, on the other hand, can say whatever he wants. If you have questions, you ask him. He’ll tell you what you need to know.”

  “And what about having a baby?” Lynlee asked.

  “What about it?” he asked. “You’re gonna have a hard time finding a father for your child. Hell, most of us had vasectomies! I thought you knew that.” He took a deep breath. “Even if I wanted a child, we’d have to adopt.”

  Lynlee felt all the blood drain from her face. “Why are you just now telling me that?”

  He shrugged. “It was never discussed before now. If you’d asked, I would’ve told you the truth. I’m sorry, Lynlee. No one wants a kid around here, least of all me. If things were different—”

  “Don’t,” she snapped. “Don’t you dare patronize me.”

  “I’m not, honey,” he assured her. “I just don’t believe in candy-coating this pregnancy thing.”

  Lynlee marched over to the dresser, retrieved her purse and dug inside an interior pocket. She found the little dial-a-day container and immediately chucked it, tossing the pills in the garbage can. “Well then, if no one has any seeds left to plant, there’s no reason for me to take precautions, is there?”

  Chapter Twenty

  “You’d better go see a doctor,” Carlisle said out of the blue.

  “Why? Do I look sick to you?” Lantry asked.

  “Nope, but Lynlee tossed her birth control, and there are only two McCains who can get her pregnant—you and Houston.”

  “I’ll talk to her,” Lantry said.

  “It won’t do any good,” Blaine informed them, tossing a bale of hay across the barn. “If she mentioned having a baby, it’ll be hard to change her mind. The two of you know that. She’s stubborn as hell. Plus, I think Lynlee would make a good mother.”

  About that time, Lynlee appeared at the other end of the barn. Flipping through a magazine, she acted like she walked aimlessly with no intention of looking up to see where she was going. Out of nowhere, she started singing, “Hush little baby, don’t you cry…”

  Lantry dropped the pitchfork. “Oh this is going a little too far.”

  Blaine snickered. “Like I said, you’re wasting your breath.”

  “I’ll say it for you,” Carlisle said. “Fuck your life. I’d hate to be in your shoes.”

  “Or Houston’s?” he asked.

  “You know what Houston will do. He’ll wrap it three or four times and tell her to deal with it,” Carlisle said, keeping his voice low.

  Lantry stared down the breezeway as Lynlee approached the foaling stall. “I’ll talk to her. End of story. We’ll discuss this later.”

  “I think we could talk about it now,” Lynlee said, apparently overhearing them. “I mean, we’re all friends here, right?”

  Blaine strolled by her, pecked her cheek and said, “Whatever the two of you decide, I’ll support.”

  Carlisle made his way to the far end of the barn. Calling back over his shoulder, he said, “Just because Blaine said he would support what you decide does not mean Dad will. You’d better remember that.”

  Lantry would indeed. And he still would do whatever the hell he wanted to do. Correction, he would do whatever it took to make Lynlee happy.

  Alone with Lynlee, Lantry took a deep breath. “Say you’ve got motherhood on your mind?”

  “Sort of,” she replied. “Yes.”

  “Well, funny thing,” Lantry said, stalking her. “I’ve been thinking about that a lot here lately.” Actually, the idea of being a father appealed to him, but he hadn’t considered it much until he learned Lynlee wanted a baby, too.

  “You have?” she asked, her bottom lip quivering.

  He felt that warm sensation in his gut. Grabbing a bale of hay from the stack piled high in a nearby corner, he took a seat and patted his knee.

  Lynlee walked over and plopped down, rolling the magazine inward, something Lantry noticed. “What do you have there?”

  “It’s nothing,” she said, tucking the magazine tighter under her arm.

  “I thought we didn’t have secrets,” he reminded her, grabbing the periodical.

  When the magazine unraveled, his heart stopped. Staring down at the cover, he saw a beautiful, bright-eyed baby with coal black eyes smiling up at a glowing young woman. Lantry felt a lump in his throat. “Parenting Today in the South, huh?”

  “Lantry, I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately. I can’t get it off my mind. I want to be a mother. I think I’d be a good parent. Anyway, I don’t think about much else these days.”

  “I guess so,” he said, pointing at the mailing label. “It looks like we’re on the mailing list.”

  She shrugged. Heidi ran in the barn and sat at her feet. Breathless, she acted like she was totally exasperated, as if she had been searching the property high and low looking for Lynlee. Lantry studied the mutt for a minute, and then thought of something important for her to consider. “Lynlee, do you remember when Blaine brought Heidi home?”

  “Of course.”

  “Well, remember how you used to panic whenever you couldn’t find her?”

  “I didn’t panic.”

  “Yes you did,” he insisted. “And that damn dog is a nervous blasted wreck whenever she can’t find you.”

  Lynlee giggled. “I’m her momma.”

  “Well, I guess,” Lantry said, trying to escape that image as quickly as possible. “Anyway, with kids, that’s a legitimate fear.”

  “Lantry, I know we live in a glass house.”

  He took a ragged breath. “That’s an understatement.”

  She tilted her head. “There seems to be a lot you aren’t telling me about your family, a lot I didn’t know when I married Blaine.”

  He nodded. That was the least he could do. He could give her a truthful answer. She was his life, his lover, and his best friend. He owed her that much. “I would have a baby with you tomorrow if I didn’t have to worry about whether or not I could keep my child safe.”

  “You always protect those you love, Lantry.”

  “I didn’t yesterday,” he retorted. “I made a mistake, an error in judgment. I walked out of my house without a weapon and someone came here with the intention of bringing harm to you.”

  “And look at us now,” she reminded him. “We survived, Lantry. Do you know why?”

  He could only imagine what kind of losing battle he’d just begun to fight.

  “Because the McCains stick together
. We fight our enemies as a team.”

  “Lynlee, I don’t want my woman fighting. And if I had a child, I wouldn’t him ducking his head and hiding from bad guys. Don’t you see?”

  Lynlee sat there for a minute of silence, and then she said, “Him?”

  “Is that the only thing you got from that whole statement?”

  She smiled. “I want a girl first.”

  He shrugged. “A girl would be all right, too, I guess.”

  “Does that mean you’ll think about it?”

  “Have I ever told you ‘no’ and meant it?”

  Lynlee stared into his loving eyes and framed his face with both hands. “No, Mr. McCain, I can’t say that you have.”

  Lantry held her head against him, and he kissed her brow. “I’ve been holding you in my lap like this for a great number of years. Yesterday, we were talking about ice cream cones and how you wanted to marry Blaine. Today, we’re talking about babies of our own. Funny how time gets away from you, isn’t it?”

  She sighed. “All I know is thanks to you, my life just keeps getting better and better all the time.”

  Epilogue

  Two Years Later

  “Where is Lantry?” she screamed, a nurse trying desperately to get an IV started in her arm.

  Blaine patted her other arm. “Honey, he’ll be here in a minute. I called him. He should be on his way by now.”

  “Good!” she screamed with an obvious contraction grabbing her so violently that she doubled over in true pain. “I plan to kill him when he gets here!”

  “What?” Dallas screeched, entering the room.

  The nurse shook her head. “Apparently, this Lantry person said she could have a C-section. Her doctor and his team see no reason for her to have a cesarean. Surgery wasn’t planned and by the tests conducted, Lynlee should have a perfectly healthy baby boy.”

  “Boy?” she hollered. Oh God, she was mad now. Lynlee had wanted a surprise after delivery. She did not want to know the sex of her baby until she held him or her in her arms.