Hell Yeah!: Cowboy Kinky (Kindle Worlds Novella) (Kinky Chronicles Book 4)

by Jodi Redford

Ford gave his brother a considering look. “Dunno. Guess it depends on whether or not you’re gonna tell me about your connection to Isaac McCoy.”

  “What the shit does that have to do with anything?”

  “Didn’t say it did. I’m just fucking nosy and the man was cryptic as hell.”

  Zander grunted and stretched out his long legs, propping one cowboy boot atop the other. “He and I mentored Doms at a few of the same dungeons, back before he got hitched to Avery.”

  Kait blinked. Mentored? Doms? Dungeons? Lord, she probably didn’t want to know what all of that meant.

  “Shit. I was half convinced you were gonna say you spent time in the pokey together.”

  Zander angled his head back and squinted at Ford. “You know damn well I’ve never been in jail.”

  “You haven’t? Who am I thinkin’ of, then? Not Colby.” Ford rubbed his chin. “Ten percent certain it’s not Nora.”

  That got both Beckett brothers guffawing. She tossed up her arms. “Hate to break up this trip down jail memory lane, but one of you needs to fill me in on Ford’s undoubtedly ridiculous reason for keeping all of you in the dark about his visit.”

  “It’s because he didn’t want us to pester him about going to see the old man.” Zander calmly returned Ford’s glare. “Didn’t feel like sittin’ through your hemmin’ and hawin’ for the next lifetime. Easier for me to beat ya to it.”

  “Why don’t you want to see your dad?” she prodded, determined to keep them from veering off track again.

  Ford cut a look to Zander. “Can I answer this time?”

  His brother hitched his shoulder upward. “Be my guest.”

  Ford returned his gaze to her. “For starters, he wouldn’t want to see me.”

  “So you’re assuming,” Zander grumbled. “He’s never said he doesn’t want to set eyes on your stubborn ass.”

  “You have a damn short memory. Because that’s precisely what he said when I told him I was moving out.”

  Heaving a weary exhalation, Zander dropped his head back against the seat cushion and stared at the ceiling. She could more than empathize with him at the moment. Plenty of times she’d been right there in his shoes, debating whose head she’d rather bang against the nearest wall—hers or Fords. The last option would likely provide greater satisfaction.

  A few seconds passed where Zander continued with his teeth grinding and ceiling stare down. Finally he pushed up from his slouched position and faced Ford. “He only said that ‘cause he was pissed. Also, he’s an aggravating mule. Kinda like someone else I know. So how about you be the bigger man and end this feud?”

  “I’ll think about it.”

  Rather than appeasing him, Ford’s words only increased the intensity of Zander’s scowl. “That’s what you say every damn time this comes up.”

  “Because I’m still thinkin’ on it.”

  “Jesus Christ. For twenty fucking years? At this rate, you’ll both be rottin’ in your graves before either of you gets around to manning up.”

  Ford didn’t appear remotely concerned about that outcome. Commiserating with Zander’s evident frustration, she took a seat in the club chair across from them. “You mentioned a feud. What happened?”

  “Doesn’t matter,” Ford drawled. “It’s in the past.”

  She felt compelled to point out the obvious. “Well, it didn’t stay there, did it? Otherwise we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”

  “That’s an excellent suggestion, sugar. So how about we end it?”

  “Nope. You’re going to tell me what happened.” Her demand earned his grimace. He didn’t want to talk? Tough shit. Time to play some hardball. “If you don’t answer my question, I’m going to sleep in the loft and let Zander have the queen bed next to your room.”

  As predicted, Ford didn’t like that arrangement at all. “Now you’re just being cruel.” He grumbled in response to the challenging eyebrow she crooked. “Fine. If you’ve gotta know, me and the old man had a falling out after I told him I wasn’t going to take over the ranch. He didn’t much like that, so he suggested I should find another roof to sleep under. Then he got even more pissed when I went ahead and took his damn advice.”

  “Because he didn’t mean it.”

  “Then he got doubly ticked when I moved to Cali,” Ford continued, sailing smoothly over Zander’s interjection. “Pretty sure you can guess his reaction to me getting into porn.”

  “In all fairness to your dad, it would be a shock for any parent.” She held up her hands when Ford looked ready to bite her head off. “It’s not a judgement against you. Merely pointing out the obvious.”

  It was the first time she’d seen him even slightly defensive about his X-rated past. Completely out of character for the man who gave zero fucks.

  But apparently he did care what his dad thought of him. And she’d lay odds on Ford not being happy about that fact. At all. She didn’t know if she wanted to shake or hug the frustrating jackwagon. “Zander is right. You should be the bigger man and reach out to him.”

  “I’ll think about it.”

  She met Zander’s gaze and he rolled his eyes before pushing up from the couch. He crossed to the mantel and pocketed his phone. She shot to her feet. “Are you leaving?”

  He took her hand and offered her another kiss on her knuckles. “Darlin’, it’s been a true pleasure. But I’ve had just about all I can take of my brother for today. Good luck puttin’ up with him.”

  She needed more than luck. More like divine intervention and a massive warehouse of patience. “The next time you’re in Michigan we’ll have to get together for a chat.”

  His expression hinting he wasn’t too keen on that idea, Ford joined them in the entryway. “Been good seeing ya, Zan.” After sending his off with a hearty slap on his back, Ford pivoted in her direction, kicking the door shut with his boot in the process. “Jesus H. Christ. Thought he’d never leave.”

  It took everything in her not to grab the couch cushion and whack him with it. “Is this always the way you are with your siblings?”

  “Nah. Usually we don’t get along near that good.”

  “You are a trying man, Ford Beckett.”

  “Yeah? Know what I’m in the mood for tryin’?” He stalked toward her, bringing her thoughts around to the alpha wolf again. She scooted sideways, but he was too quick for her and hauled her up into his arms.

  Holding her gaze, he backed her against the wall behind her. She clutched at his broad shoulders, her pulse thudding erratically as her senses absorbed his overwhelming presence. His face was so close, she could easily count the gold flecks in whiskey-hued irises. The color of his eyes couldn’t have been better suited to him, because already she was alarmingly woozy from his intoxicating spell.

  And he hadn’t even kissed her yet.

  But he was going to. She held no doubt of it. The only question was if this kiss would finally be the one he’d been teasing her with all day. She swallowed hard as his moved closer still, until a sheet of paper wouldn’t have fit between them. “W-what are you in the mood for?” Not the smartest thing to ask of the man currently eyeing her like she was a big, juicy Porterhouse steak.

  He chuckled, the husky sound jangling her nerves and instigating a throb deep in her core. “A Kait sundae.”

  Her mind moseyed to his words from the bar, and the spray can of whipped cream she’d spotted in the fridge. Oh God.

  He closed the remaining distance between their mouths and sucked her bottom lip between his teeth. And that’s when the single wimpy thread of her resistance broke. Yes, she would most likely regret every dirty, perverted thing he had planned in that evil head of his.

  But damn if she wasn’t going to love every second of it.

  CHAPTER SIX

  He delved his tongue past Kait’s lips, his hunger for her like a raging wildfire. It was insane what she did to him. He’d had countless women, but not one of them had affected him like this. Determined to get a grip on his contr
ol, he swung her up in his arms and carried her to the couch. He sat down, pulling her onto his lap, and picked up where he’d left off. In other words, getting his proper fill of her.

  He slowed the kiss a bit, taking his time as he licked his way inside her mouth. She wiggled against his groin, the motion increasing the snugness of his briefs. Just to torment himself that tiny bit more, he slid his palms to her luscious ass and squeezed her cheeks through the thin denim.

  She pulled back from the kiss, her staccato breaths mingling with his ragged ones. “Just so we’re clear, this is a terrible idea.”

  “Do you want to stop?” He knew the answer even before she gripped his face and dove in for another kiss. Her enthusiasm thoroughly annihilated his original goal of keeping things at a lazy pace. Sliding his mouth to her jaw, he worked at the buttons on her blouse, growling when they refused to cooperate. She pushed his hands aside and gripped the front of her shirt, opening it with a slight tug. Hell, they were snaps. No wonder they wouldn’t budge.

  He pushed the fabric off her shoulders and looked down at the creamy mounds of her breasts pushing up from her white satin bra. Embarrassing to admit, but the sight alone threatened to make him shoot in his jeans. Sonnets could be written about her tits. Lord have mercy. He cupped their plentiful weight, taunting himself by not immediately unhooking her bra. “Darlin’, you are like Christmas mornin’. I can’t wait to unwrap you, but I also kinda want to draw out the moment.”

  “Just don’t shake me to find out what’s inside.”

  Chuckling, he grazed his thumbs over the hardened peaks of her nipples. She bit her lip and squirmed on top of him. The telling motion stoked his inner devil. “Hm, I do believe I’ve discovered a sensitive spot.” He was gonna make good use of that feather tickler. But for now he’d content himself with stringing out the torment. For both of them.

  He slid her bra straps down and freed the front clasp before peeling back the cups. Her nipples were exactly as he’d imagined they’d be. Rosy and firm. Begging to be kissed and sucked. Who was he to deny them anything? Groaning, he squeezed her butt again, hiking her up slightly as he ducked his head and closed his lips around one perfect nub. He swirled his tongue along the pebbled tip. Craving more of her, he opened wider, sucking as much of her breast as he could fit into his mouth. Her nails scraped his scalp, the insistent sting feeding the flames of his urgency.

  He’d never felt this possessive before. This hungry to strip a woman bare and feast on her. Unwilling to wait a second longer to sate his ravenous appetite, he rolled her onto her back, pinning her wrists to the couch cushion when she reached for him. “Nu uh. First I get dessert. Don’t move or there will be hell to pay.” After issuing that firm warning, he ambled to the kitchen and grabbed the whipped cream from the fridge. He primed the can with several good shakes during his return trip to Kait.

  Her gaze darted between the Reddi-Wip and his face. “This could be messy. Maybe we shouldn’t do it on the couch.”

  “It’ll be fine. You’re dealing with a true Picasso here.” He waggled his brows. “I know how to stay in the lines.” Allowing her no further time to fuss over potential whipped cream disasters, he released the tiny buckles on her heels and slipped the shoes off. Next he unzipped her leggings and shimmied them down her legs, leaving her in only the skimpiest panties in existence. His cock pulsed against his fly as he traced the bikini’s lacy edge with his fingertip. He was the world’s biggest sucker for sexy lingerie. Place Kait in that lingerie? He was fucking done for.

  He hooked the elastic with his thumbs and dragged the garment past her hips. The first glimpse of her pussy made his balls ache. No amount of fantasizing could have prepared him for how goddamn delicious she looked. A neatly trimmed strip of pubic hair pointed the way to the Wonderland below. Glistening pink lips and the juicy bud of her clit. His mouth was already watering. He tossed her panties aside and grabbed the can of Reddi-Wip. Another shake for good measure, and then he squirted the sugary treat directly on her clit. She gasped. “Holy shit, that’s cold.”

  “I’ll warm you up.” Being ever the considerate gentleman, he lowered his head and licked a trail from the opening of her slit, all the way up to the dollop of whipped cream. No dainty lapping for him. He got right down to business, swirling his tongue through the luscious sweetness of the dessert topping and her pussy. Her hips jerked and little strangled moans slipped from her throat. He raised his head and pinned her with a look. “No holding back on me. I wanna hear how much you’re enjoying my mouth on you. Because once I get my cock involved, I’m damn well gonna make you scream the roof down.”

  Her breath expelled in a rush. “Arrogant son of a bitch.”

  “Not arrogance. A fact.” He planted his palms on her thighs, spreading them further apart so he could really dig in for the feast. He pulsed her clit with his tongue, repeatedly and determinedly, and she writhed helplessly, her fingers gripping the cushion.

  He closed his lips around the swollen nub and sucked long and hard, putting an end to her muffled responses as she broke on his tongue with a loud, “Oooooooooohhhhhhhhh fuckkkkkkkkkk!” Her whole body shook with the force of her climax, her clit beating beneath his coaxing suckles.

  Lifting his head, he licked his lips, savoring her taste. “That’s more like it. And I told you I could make you come with just a kiss.”

  Face flushed and her eyes dilated, she visibly struggled to catch her breath. “That was not a kiss.”

  “Sure it was. I never specified where the kiss would be, so it counts.”

  She pushed her hair back from her eyes. “What the hell am I going to do with you?”

  “Hold that thought, because I have an excellent suggestion.” He scooped her up from the couch and strode to the master suite. Without preamble, he tossed her down onto the bed and shucked his boots before stripping. Her gaze ate him alive the entire time, which only added to the stiff status of his cock.

  Her gulp carried to his ears. “I don’t think shock paddles are going to revive me after this.”

  “You thought they would?” He clucked his tongue. “Crazy woman.”

  “I swear I must be to let that monster within ten feet of me.”

  He gave his buddy an indulgent stroke. “Nah, it’ll fit. Don’t you worry about that.” He climbed onto the bed and secured her hands up over her head before kissing her. She played coy with his tongue at first—probably because it’d been inside her pussy moments ago—but eventually gave up and met his exploring caresses stroke for stroke.

  The carnal decadence of the kiss quickly got to him, pulling at the leash of his control. His balls and swollen cock felt ready to burst. He wouldn’t doubt he was leaving a trail of pre-come all over her belly. She wrapped her legs around his waist and arched her back, rubbing her mound against him. Before he lost his damn mind and forgot the condom, he pushed up from her and yanked open the nightstand drawer. He fumbled for the box of Trojans and wisely dumped all of the packets onto the bed. Kait gave them her wide-eyed inspection. “We’re not going to need all of those in one sitting.”

  “Clearly you have me confused with your pussy ex.”

  “Oh God.”

  “Yeah, best familiarize yourself with those words, sugar. Because you’ll be using them a lot tonight.” He seated the condom with a couple pumps of his fist and stretched over her again. Positioning the head of his cock at her entrance, he met her gaze. The moment felt surreal. Intimate. And far beyond anything he’d experienced before. It was a little unsettling, because he couldn’t get a handle on the weird yet powerful sensation creeping over him.

  This was only fucking. Or at least it was supposed to be. But seeing how he wasn’t even fucking her at the moment, he couldn’t even claim to be doing that. Stifling his groan, he gripped her hip and eased inside her pussy a fraction. Her wet, velvet heat enveloped him and it was all he could do to pace his strokes and not immediately bury himself balls deep. But goddamn, that’s what he ached to do. Plunge to the hi
lt with one firm stroke so he could feel her inner muscles hugging every inch of him like a snug glove.

  She took care of his wavering willpower by grabbing his ass and pulling him into her. Not about to turn down that invitation, he canted his hips back before thrusting forward into her slick channel. He retreated, relishing the sweet ripple of her pussy as she clung to his shaft. On his down stroke he ground into her with his pubic bone, creating just the right friction for her clit. She rose up into his thrust, her teeth sinking into the meat of his shoulder.

  So his Kait liked it a little rough. He could more than accommodate her there. He pulled out and flipped her onto her belly. Without missing a beat, he hiked her ass up into the air and pumped into her pussy from behind. Lifting onto his knees, he gathered her long hair in his fist and pulled with just enough force to tilt her head back. She shuddered, her pussy clamping him in a choke hold. “God.”

  “Fuckin’ right, darlin’. And I’m about to deliver you to heaven.” With his free hand, he pushed her torso flat against the mattress, his fist tightening in her hair as he shafted her slow and deep. The position he’d put her in gave his cock absolute reign over her G-spot. He unrepentantly took advantage of his rulership, ceaselessly stroking her with his fat cockhead until she was shaking uncontrollably and soaking his dick. God bless a woman’s G-spot. The good Lord definitely knew what He was doing when creating the female body.

  He lost count of how many times she came. All he knew was her relentless milking of his length was taking its toll. His balls were drawn up tight, past ready to release their load in the condom. As if she were well aware of that fact, Kait reached down and caressed his sac with her fingertips. Aw, hell. That’s all it took to shoot him over the edge. With a final thrust into her, his release slammed into him like a racing rapid, tearing her name from his chest. He shook so hard from the orgasm’s blunt force, he collapsed on top of Kait. She grunted, and he summoned the necessary energy to roll onto his side, taking her with him.

  It wasn’t until he chased down his breath several minutes later that he realized he was still spooning her. And he liked it. A lot. For the first time in ever, he had zero interest in putting some space between him and the woman in his bed. It was an insane epiphany, but one that didn’t freak him out nearly as much as he would have thought.