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

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by Jodi Redford


  “Immensely.”

  Grinning, he twisted the base of the vibe, increasing its output. She jolted, writhing against the post. “Ford.”

  “This is the hardest part, sweetheart. Get through one minute and I’ll give you the reward we both crave.”

  “Just give it to me now. Please.”

  It was damn tempting to do it. To say hell with seeing this through to any conclusion beyond him sinking balls deep inside her. “You can last it out.” Him, on the other hand? It’d be a damn miracle. Particularly with the way she was moaning and wiggling between him and the post. Her luscious booty rocked against his groin, adding to his sweet agony. Sweating bullets, he counted down the seconds.

  Fifty...

  Forty...

  Thirty...

  Twenty...

  At the ten second mark he kissed her neck in encouragement. A thunk sounded, followed by the unmistakable buzz of the vibrator humming at their feet. An anguished groan poured from Kait. It was no more heartfelt than the one he struggled to contain.

  “No fair. You kissed me. How was I supposed to focus?”

  “Sorry, darlin’.” Boy, was he ever. Goddamn understatement of the year. Hell, of the century. “But them’s the rules.” He loosened the tie enough to slip her hands free of the post. Her expression confused, she watched him re-secure the knots before lifting her gaze to his. He smooched her on the forehead. “You can only use your mouth. Keeping your hands bound guarantees you don’t cheat.” Plus it was hot as shit.

  Thankfully, she apparently thought so too, judging from the wispiness of her breath as he helped her to her knees. Her discarded dress providing some cushioning, she settled in front of him, her eager gaze tracking his every movement while he unbuttoned his shirt and shucked his shoes, socks, tuxedo pants, and briefs. He indulgently stroked his shaft, teasing himself as much as her. She gave a slight whine and he tossed her a bone—literally—by gliding his cockhead over her lips. Her little pink tongue appeared, swirling along the grooved cap, before she bobbed her head and took him fully into her mouth. She sucked him softly at first, the light pulsations pulling on his flesh a fierce opponent to his control.

  Groaning, he tunneled his fingers through her updo, not giving a good goddamn about the hairpins he sent scattering to the deck. He canted his hips forward and she greedily gobbled more of him, sucking him partway down her throat. His head falling back on his shoulders, he closed his eyes, lost in the decadent sensations. The hot haven of her mouth. The wet, succulent sounds filling the air, along with her garbled moans. It was all too much. And not enough.

  Needing the visual again, he peered down at her, soaking in the sight. She looked up at him through her dusky eyelashes, the smokiness of her expression reaching straight through him. He’d had plenty of women in that same position, giving him a similar look. None of those occasions felt one iota as raw—and real—as this moment. And he’d never once came while locked in a stare down during the middle of a blowjob. But he was going to this time. Whether he wanted to or not. There was no stopping the runaway release barreling up on him.

  The orgasm ripped a strangled oath from him and he jerked. Grabbing the rail before he lost his balance, he flexed his fingers on Kait’s scalp. Her mouth continued working him over, milking him of every drop, and still she continued sucking him. Less than fifteen seconds into the afterglow he knew he wouldn’t soften. More than that, she was going to make him come again.

  No damn way it’d be in her throat. He’d kept his word, and she was doing her part to get him to the next round. Least he could do was give her the best fucking orgasm of her life. He pulled from her mouth and hiked her up into his arms. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he braced her against the post and pumped into her with one smooth thrust. It took a split second to figure out why the snugness of her pussy felt even more heavenly than the other times he’d been inside her.

  He’d forgotten the condom.

  Shit. He quickly pulled out and set her on her feet. She blinked at him. “What’s wrong?”

  He trekked to his jacket, snatched the spare Trojan from the interior pocket, and returned to her. She stared at the packet in his hand. He winced, mentally steeling himself for the imminent ass kicking. “I swear to you I didn’t realize, and that I’m one hundred percent clean. I get myself checked regularly. There’s also the fact that you’re officially the first woman I’ve ever gone bareback with.” And hell if it wasn’t even more amazing than he’d assumed it would be.

  “Oh.” She appeared slightly dazed by that news. “Well, here’s the thing. You’re my first too.”

  Her admission filled him with more happiness than he cared to analyze at the moment. Later, he’d face the reason why it mattered to him—his cock having the exclusive privilege of her pussy, no barriers between them. And why he wanted to keep it that way. For now he’d focus on what he could control. Giving her that orgasm.

  He ripped the packet open with his teeth and rolled the rubber on. Scooping Kait up again, he eased inside her. Her bound arms wrapped around his shoulders and she kissed him, their tongues slicking together, mimicking the joining of their bodies. He’d been so incredibly wrong about sex with her being combustible. Too tame of a comparison. There were no adequate words to describe this mind-blanking pleasure. Even with the condom, it was still incredible. Still better than anything he’d experienced in his life.

  Gripping her ass, he thrust into her with deep, short strokes, careful not to bang her too hard against the post. She broke their kiss, her choppy breaths tearing from her throat. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”

  “Not a chance, sweetheart.” His vision hazed and his heart felt like it was going to pound straight out of his chest. Still he powered on. Even when she cried out and the first clinch of her pussy threatened to pull him into the orgasm with her, he continued blindly fucking her, keeping her suspended on the peak. The fluttering vice hold on his cock was difficult enough to contend with. Add in the uninhibited way she took her pleasure from him, and maintaining his lasting power became a challenge of epic proportions.

  Her hips undulating in rhythm with his, she hugged him tighter, her gasps fanning his ear. “I want you to come with me.”

  He was past the point of no return. No damn way he could refuse her anything. He groaned as he unloaded in the condom, despising the thin sheath of latex with every ounce of his being even while he knew the necessity of having it there. At least for now. Maybe he could eventually talk her into an alternate form of birth control. One that’d allow him to come inside her with no rubber between them. Just thinking about it was enough to trigger another intense pulse of pleasure through him.

  He muffled a laughing groan against her neck. “I think you’ve drained me for a week.”

  “You poor abused man.” Amusement tickling her voice, she snuggled into him.

  Recalling her bound state, he carefully eased her onto her feet and wrestled with the knots securing the silk tie. Once her wrists were free he rubbed them lightly and pressed a kiss to her pulse point. She cupped his cheek and he raised his gaze to hers. The intimacy of the moment sank into him, and it felt equally as mind-blowing as the orgasms he’d just experienced. He had no damn idea what to make of the crazy tangle of his thoughts, but they pushed at his tongue anyway, seeking expression. “Kait, I—”

  “Jesus Christ, are you guys done yet?”

  They both jolted. Kait might have also shrieked. Difficult to say, what with his heart pounding in his ears. Scowling, he quickly grabbed her dress and wrapped her in it before pivoting. He was relieved to note Zander wasn’t standing there getting his jollies. Didn’t mean his brother was outta the doghouse, however. “I’m gonna kick your ass, perverted fucker.”

  “Look who’s calling the kettle black.”

  The second familiar voice coming from the side of the house caught him off guard. Colby. What was this? A damn family reunion? The surly thought giving him pause, he buried a groan. “So h
elp me, you two better not have anyone else over there with you.”

  “It’s just us,” Colby drawled. “You decent enough we can come out now?”

  “Decent? Is that even possible for him?” Zander countered.

  “Ain’t that the truth.”

  Grinding his teeth at his brothers’ bantering, he nodded at Kait. “Might want to go inside, or put your dress on.”

  “Aw, pretty darlin’ doesn’t have to do that on our account.”

  “That’s two ass kickin’s you’ve got comin’,” he growled.

  Zander hooted in laughter. Punk definitely had some hurt headed his way. Balling his fist, Ford snatched his pants. After a slight hesitation on what to do with the condom, he noticed the waste can near the grill. It’d have to do for now. Making a mental note to empty the receptacle before their departure on Tuesday, he pitched the rubber in. Dropping his shirt on top of the vibrator, he waited for Kait to hurriedly step into her dress. She never ceased to amaze him. For sure he’d expected her to choose the sanctuary of the cabin. And he wouldn’t have blamed her one bit. Hell, if he could have gotten away with it he would have stalked inside and locked all the doors rather than deal with Zander and Colby.

  He grumbled an all clear to his brothers and the pair stepped into sight. He’d half expected Zander to be full of shit about them being the only ones here. Relief swamped him, dulling a fraction of his irritation. Not enough to keep him from laying into his brothers, naturally. “What the hell is wrong with you two? Why are you creeping around like a couple of peeping Toms?”

  “We weren’t. You were just so fuckin’ loud with the screams and groans, we thought someone was gettin’ murdered back here.”

  Kait went redder than an overripe tomato at Colby’s words. “Well, this is officially the most embarrassing moment of my life.”

  “Aw, darlin’, no reason to be embarrassed. I’m Colby, by the way. True pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

  Ford narrowed his eyes at Colby’s appreciative smile as he shook Kait’s hand. He wasn’t sure he liked the look on his brother’s face, especially since he had a good inkling of the dirtiness running through Colby’s mind. “There a reason you’re here? Besides intrudin’ on me giving my woman another dozen orgasms?” Yeah, it’d take some serious recovery time for him to actually follow through with the claim, but he’d mostly said it to remind everyone he was the only one who’d be responsible for Kait’s sexy moans.

  Her cheeks on fire, Kait cleared her throat. “That’s my cue to go crawl beneath a rock now. Gentlemen, enjoy your conversation.”

  He watched her calmly walk inside the house, close the door behind her, and then rip at her hair. He couldn’t hear what she was saying to herself, but he bet whatever it was didn’t bode well for him getting more nookie later.

  “So that’s the infamous Kait.” Colby shook his head. “Funny how you never mentioned she’s your woman.”

  “Probably because she’s not.”

  Colby frowned. “You just said she is.”

  “I did?”

  “Yeah.” Zander looked like he was struggling not to bust a rib holding in his laugh. “You let it slip during the whole giving her orgasms speech.”

  Huh. Recalling the need for his speech, he squinted at Colby. “She’s my woman. Best remember it or you’ll be tasting my fist.”

  Colby held up his hands, palms facing out in the universal symbol of surrender. “Relax, Cujo. I’m not sniffing after your steak.”

  Satisfied he’d made his stance clear, he eyed his brothers. He didn’t need to ask the question again to determine the cause for their visit. Any other time, if they’d caught him at an inconvenient moment they’d go and waste an hour or two at the bar until he was ready to talk. The fact they’d hung around spoke volumes. Or they really were fucking perverts. Though he certainly didn’t doubt it, he was leaning more toward the other option. “If you’re here about the old man, you’re wasting your breath.” He pinned his gaze to Zander. “Already told you no.”

  “Wrong. You said you’d think about it.”

  “Jesus Christ. We both know that really means no.”

  “Well, you shoulda specified that instead of being your typical asinine self, ‘cause now we’re here and we’re not goin’ anywhere until you agree to go see him.”

  He glared at Zander. “You’ll be waitin’ a long time, since that’s not happening.”

  Colby shrugged. “Don’t got nothing better to do. Might as well hang around here and bug the shit outta ya.”

  “Suit yourself. I’m going inside anyway.” His muscles rigid, he bent and scooped up his belongings from the deck floor. Wrapping the vibrator in his shirt, he stalked to the door. Colby beat him to it and ambled inside like he was king of the castle or something. Intent on booting his brother back outside, he stomped after him just as the French doors closed with a shudder. Now Zander was in the cabin too. Motherfucker. “Both of your asses git out. Now.”

  Kait stepped from the guest bath, her expression appropriately confused. “What’s going on?”

  “My brothers are being assholes. That’s what.” He stopped to offer her a fast smooch. “Don’t worry, I’ll get rid of them.”

  He strode into the living room. Colby was stretched out on the couch, his arms stacked behind his head. Hairy—the goddamn traitor— had already made himself a nice spot sprawled halfway across Colby’s lap. His brother freed one hand to scritch him behind the ear. “This sure is a comfy couch. Could sleep on it all night, easily.”

  “Like hell you are.” He kicked his brother’s boots free of the coffee table and tried to haul Colby from the couch by grabbing a fistful of his shirt. The stubborn jackass dug his heels in, refusing to budge. He tugged harder, managing to scoot Colby’s ass an inch closer to the edge of the cushion. Did the son of a bitch have magnets in his rear pockets, bolting him to the damn sofa frame? Jesus Christ. He glanced down at Hairy. “A little help here, buddy.” Hairy rolled onto his back, offering his belly up for a rub.

  Clearly he was going to have to handle this on his own. He grabbed a nearby throw pillow and whacked his brother upside the head. Colby retaliated and snatched his own pillow, fending off the blows with several of his own. A second later, Zander joined in the fight. After that, all hell broke loose. Ford dodged flying cushions while trying to take out his brothers with hard bonks across their noggins. Hairy got into the action, his excited woofing mingling with their grunts as he latched onto one of his chew toys and butted their legs with his enormous head.

  Kait’s piercing whistle cracked through their noisy din, calling an immediate ceasefire. They gaped at her. Zander was the first to speak. “Damn, darlin’. Mighty impressive.”

  “Wish the same could be said for you maniacs.” She planted her hands on her hips, her glare hot enough to burn each one of them into a smoldering pile of ash. “Girls, do you have any idea how ridiculous you looked? Good God.”

  Colby slid them a side-eye. “Did she just call us girls?”

  “Well, we did have a pillow fight,” Zander conceded, his eyes twinkling.

  In unison, they all three dropped their flimsy weapons and rectified matters with some manly grunts, coughs, and ball scratching. Kait heaved a heavy exhalation. “Would one of you please explain what all of that nonsense was about?”

  He decided to do the honors. “They’re trying to blackmail me into going to see the old man. If I don’t, they won’t leave.”

  “Okay, why not go, then?” she suggested.

  “Fuck that shit. They can stay here all night.”

  “Don’t think we won’t,” Colby volleyed.

  Grinding his molars, he turned his back on his brothers and crossed to Kait. Without uttering a word, he tucked her hand in his and hauled her with him to the master suite. There was no lock on the door, but even Zander and Colby weren’t stupid enough to try his patience by busting into the room for an uninvited slumber party.

  Kait plopped onto the foot of
the bed the instant he released her. “You’re seriously going to leave things like this?”

  “They decided to come here. It’s their own damn fault if one of them gets a stiff neck sleeping on the couch.”

  She sighed. “That isn’t what I meant.” Her gaze softened. “Did it occur to you that maybe talking to your dad could be therapeutic? That it might help you move on from the hurt?”

  “There’s no hurt to move on from.”

  Her look confirmed she saw straight through his bullshit. “This is one of those times when I’m really grateful to be a girl. We don’t have these stupid rules of always pretending we don’t have emotions and feelings that can be stomped on.”

  “I can share my feelings just fine.”

  “If that’s true, you wouldn’t be so against seeing your dad.”

  “There’s no point. He views me as a disappointment.”

  She cupped his hand between hers and squeezed. “Did he tell you that?”

  His mind trekked back to the day in question, and the countless years before it. He couldn’t remember a time when his father wasn’t displeased by something or other he’d done. Or more to the point, not done right. He didn’t put in enough effort at the ranch. Instead of spending the summer after his junior year mucking out stalls like he’d done every summer break prior, he’d gotten a job managing the local video rental in town. By the time his senior graduation rolled around he’d finally figured out his calling in life. Not running a video store. Not cleaning up horse and cow shit. He was going to make movies. His dad had laughed right in his face at that one. “He told me I was wasting my time pursuing my dream. That I was bound to fail.”

  “But you didn’t. And now you really have something you can rub his nose in, don’t you? A top rated series on TV. Think of how sweet it would feel to point that out to him in person.”

  Despite his lingering pissiness, he couldn’t curb his chuckle. “Darlin’, I admire your sneaky attempt there, but it’s not gonna work.”

  “God, you’re the most stubborn man alive.”

  He joined her on the bed and rubbed his thumb along the outer edge of her index finger. “Why does it matter to you if I see him or not?”

 

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