Rogue: The Sons of Dusty Walker

by Hunter, Sable

  Damn! Kit was humiliated. Here she was being manhandled with her ass in the air and she…liked it?

  “That spanking you promised I could give you?” Rogue reminded her. “Well, its time. I’m not mad at you, in fact, I’m turned on, but this is a good time to point out that nothing between us is charity and any sexual favors you give me are…” He slapped her on the ass hard – POP! “…because we are hot as hell for another.” POP! Her other cheek stung like it was on fire.

  “Ow!” Kit cried. “I’m going to get even with you, Rogue Walker.” She twisted and tried to struggle out of his grasp.

  “Steady, baby. You know you like this.” Instead of holding her across the back, he had slid his hand underneath her and down the front of her shirt.

  Kit was about to embarrass herself. Much to her chagrin, she was getting off on this blatant male display of dominance. While he warmed her ass with his palm, his other hand was down her shirt, in her bra and massaging her breast. If she didn’t get away from Rogue, she was going to orgasm and then – she’d never hear the end of it! “If you don’t let me up, I’m going to…to…”

  POP! “Do what?” He milked her nipple and she shook. “What you gonna do, little girl?”

  “Let me up and I’ll show you,” she said it in the meekest, mildest, sweetest voice she had.

  So, he did.

  Kit was up and off his lap before Rogue could count to three. He halfway expected her to backhand him. Instead, she singed him with a heated glance, framed his face and claimed his lips, eating at his mouth like she was starving to death. Rogue was taken aback for about half a second before he wrapped his arms around her like bands of steel.

  A whimper left her lips as she pressed against him. He stole her breath every time they kissed—every damn time. When his hand palmed her breasts, his fingers working the tender tip of her nipple, she started pulling at his clothes. She had no defense against this man—none. He was like a forbidden pleasure she knew would only be available to her for a short time and she had to make the most of every second.

  Rogue was as turned on as Kit. “Let’s get you out of these jeans.” He worked on the buttons and zipper while she pulled her T-shirt over her head. The bra and panties were next and soon she was as naked as he was.

  “Should we go to bed?” she asked, her eyes stuck on his huge erection.

  Panting like a winded racehorse, Rogue pulled her to him and sat back down in the chair. “No, right here is fine. Straddle me.” He held out his hand and she placed her small delicate one in his. The morning sun was shining through the kitchen window and he loved looking at the gentle curve of her waist, the soft coral of her nipples and the tempting triangle of her pussy.

  Rogue settled Kit across his lap, her legs resting on his thighs. Reaching up, he curled his hand around her neck, urging her back into his kiss. “You taste so good,” he cajoled, “like sweet, spicy woman.”

  “I can’t believe you spanked me,” she whispered. “I can’t believe I liked it.”

  “You knew you would.” He chuckled. “You promised me that out on the road.”

  “I was kidding,” she admitted with a grin.

  “I liked it too.” Rogue liked everything about her. Sealing her mouth to his, he kissed her again, taking advantage of the bounty in front of him. She gasped when he slid his hand on her breast, pressing harder against him. Her fat sassy nipples were already hard. Rogue rubbed them between his thumbs and first fingers. They pebbled even more, begging for more of his touch. “And you like my hands on your tits, don’t you?”

  Kit nodded, pressing her nose into his cheek, easing herself forward on his legs. Her hair hung over one shoulder, an enticing curl looped around one nipple. Rogue picked it up, rubbing it over his lips before he pushed the silky strand over her shoulder. “I like your hands all over me,” she admitted.

  Rogue shivered when she traced his smile with the tip of her teasing tongue, making his skin break out in chill bumps. When she raised her head, she stole his breath when she cupped her breasts and lifted one of the firm globes to his mouth. He bent his head and teased her by rubbing his closed lips over the pouting nipple. She wasn’t deterred from letting him know what she wanted, pushing the mound of female flesh closer to him and prodding his lips with the swollen tip.

  “Kiss me?” she asked.

  In answer, he opened his mouth and accepted her generous gift, twirling his tongue around the nipple and areola. “God, you’re sweet,” he murmured as he plumped her tit with his fingers, taking even more of her in his mouth, laving and sucking. When her head fell back and she let out an eager moan, the sexy sound was music to his ears. A woman with sensitive breasts was a blessing to a man and Kit loved her nipples to be stimulated. Her body was warm with arousal, her nipple hot against his tongue. Drawing her deeply into his mouth, he swept the crest, suckling with increasing pressure.

  “Rogue!”

  Her cry of delight turned to protest when he eased back. “Steady, honey. I just want to give the twins equal attention.” With a sigh of relief, she slid to the right, giving him room to work.

  His worship of her breasts was amazing, but Kit wanted more. “There seems to be something here that requires my attention.”

  His cock was hard and demanding. “I’m grateful you finally noticed,” he whispered. Snaking his hand from her breast to her pussy, he was gratified to find her warm and wet. He let his fingers slip through her thick cream, parting Kit’s silky folds and delving down toward her tender opening. As his fingers dipped in, she grasped his cock and began to pump him up and down.

  Rogue clenched his teeth and moaned. He didn’t know what he liked more—her fisting his dick or her pussy tightening down on his fingers like the sweetest vice. “Rise up,” he instructed through clenched teeth. Kit didn’t react immediately, she was so hazy with desire and loving the way he was touching her and the feel of his staff in her hand as she petted him.

  “Up, up,” he almost begged, his hands on her waist. The sensual glide of her fingers on his cock was almost his undoing.

  She turned him loose, resting her palms on his shoulders while he put himself into position. “I’ve never done this before.”

  “Kit, you’re a cowgirl, you’ll ride me like a dream.”

  Holding his gaze, she held her breath as he placed the head of his cock at her entrance. She ached with a mindless need to be fucked. With exquisite care, she eased herself down, impaling inch by slow, delicious inch until he was fully seated in the tight glove of her pussy.

  Rogue almost bellowed with the pleasure as his cock sank into her velvet sheath, her slick juices easing his way. “Perfect, fuckin’ perfect.”

  Kit shuddered at the way he filled her. Tentatively she began to move, finding her rhythm. Looking up, she could see their images in the reflective surface of the stainless steel refrigerator. God, they looked hot. She’d never feel the same in this kitchen again. Nothing of her life would ever be the same. No matter how long she had with Rogue, he’d changed her world. He’d brought wildness and pleasure into her life.

  Helpless moans escaped her lips as she moved up and down on his pole. He shifted his hips and flexed his cock inside of her. The look of absolute bliss on her face as she rose up then ground herself back down, a carnal conquering. Rogue had never known he’d be so pleased to have a woman in control.

  Kit bit her lower lip, moving her hips in a circular motion, taking him as deep as she could. Rogue wasn’t sitting idle, as she rode him, he played with her tits, sucking her nipples, making her want to weep with pleasure.

  “Kitten,” Rogue murmured as he drove deeper and deeper into the tightest little pussy he’d ever known. Her inner walls clung to his dick, fighting to keep him within her when he’d pull out only to push back in.

  “Touch me,” she begged, taking his hand and pushing it down to her smooth mound. A bolt of lightning flashed between her legs as the pads of his fingers played with her clit. He rubbed his fingers around
the hard little nub. Swollen and needy, she closed her eyes in gratitude when he began to fuck her faster.

  Rogue was about to blow. Juice was coating his fingers as her whimpers begged him to continue. “Cum for me,” he demanded as he milked her clit, his fingers working in time with the motions of his cock.

  That was all it took. Kit came hard, her orgasm overtaking her in a blinding rush. An explosion of pleasure shook her, shattering her focus until all she was aware of was where they were joined and how he made her feel. His hands held her, caressing her back as she came down and when she did, she realized he was still rock hard inside of her. “What can I do?” she asked.

  Rogue smiled. “Squeeze me.”

  As if accepting a pleasurable challenge, Kit wrapped her arms around his neck and began to kiss his throat. “How hard?”

  “Let’s see what you got.”

  Kit longed for him to really see her—as beautiful, capable, someone worth having in his life. Despite all of his assurances and compliments, Kit was afraid he was missing the real her. The one who was perilously close to falling in love with him.

  Whoa!

  Her heart was running way ahead of her mind, and her body was the bridge. At this moment, she held Rogue close to her heart and she had the chance to show him how she felt. This wasn’t sex.

  They didn’t call it making love for nothing.

  With everything she had, Kit showed Rogue how she felt. She wound her fingers in his hair, kissing him on the face, neck and lips. Moving her hips, she massaged his cock, tightening and grasping, squeezing and milking – drawing him in and gripping him in the most intimate caress a woman can give a man. Harder. Faster. She loved him until he was growling, grazing her nipples with his teeth. Kit kept up a tantalizing, irresistible rhythm until he shuddered, pumping his hot seed into her welcoming channel. With a sigh, she buried her face in his neck and came too. For long moments after, they sat entwined, still joined – reluctant to let one another go.

  * * *

  “Okay, now where were we?” After they’d cleaned up the kitchen and showered together, which proved to be as fun as it was sexy, Rogue was determined they would come to some type of understanding.

  Kit was still towel-drying her hair. She sat cross-legged on her bed and watched as Rogue fastened his belt, hooking the buckle. He’d had to put his same clothes back on, and for a moment she wondered what it would be like to live with him. It might be old-fashioned, but she’d iron his shirts and jeans. Taking care of a man like this would be a pleasure.

  She knew what he was asking, but she chose to ignore it. Taking money for him felt wrong. “We got sidetracked when you went all Dom on me.”

  Rogue put his hands on his hips, narrowed his eyes and smirked at Kit. “I don’t do the ropes and leather thing. I’m the real deal, Kit-Kat, I’m naturally dominant.”

  Her body flushed hot. “You let me make love to you today.”

  “I was still in control, every moment and don’t you forget it.”

  His blunt words turned her on more than putting her off, but she pushed the inclination away. He was right, they had things to discuss. “I think I was in the process of explaining to you that I won’t…can’t accept charity from you.” To emphasize her capping the topic, she got up to leave the room. “Let’s go to the living room where we can talk without the distraction of a bed.”

  Behind her, Rogue laughed. “Don’t think the absence of a bed is going to make you any less sexy. We just made love in a kitchen chair, for fuck’s sake.”

  Again, she ignored him. While they were in one another’s arms, she’d been able to forget her problems momentarily. But while she’d managed to push the note and Dave out of her mind for a while, that didn’t mean the problems weren’t real, pressing and…hers. Not Rogue’s.

  Rogue followed, trying to not look at her butt. God, she had a good butt. Round, firm and heart-shaped, he’d really enjoyed warming it up. The only thing he regretted was it hadn’t been bare.

  As he made his way down the hall behind Kit, his eye was caught by a series of photographs on the wall. “What’s this?”

  Wincing, she stopped in her tracks. The photographs! God, no! She’d completely forgotten about them. “Just some old pictures, nothing you’d be interested in.” Turning, she grabbed his arm and tried to forcibly propel him forward. To no avail. It was like a kitten trying to move a Great Dane.

  “I want to look.” Rogue glanced behind him, saw a light switch and flipped it on. The paneled walls were golden oak and the framed photos were arranged in groupings of five. More intriguing than their artistic flair was their subject matter. Kit. “This is you roping.” He folded his arms and leaned closer to study the images. “I like these, whoever took them understood action shots.”

  She hugged herself, waiting for some off-hand remark about how she looked. The girl portrayed in these keepsakes was the Kit that Rogue had seen, judged and rejected. The granny bun, thick glasses, plain face and boyish clothes hadn’t been just camouflage. Red dress girl who had stripped Rogue of his clothes and his asshole attitude had been the imposter. Since that time she’d morphed into some combination of the two, and she hadn’t done it all because of Rogue’s reaction to her changed appearance—she’d done it in part because she longed to be pretty.

  “I’ve told you this before, but you were great. You held the best time in the record books up until just a few months ago.”

  Don’t let him see it. Don’t let him see it. “Quit wasting time looking at those old things. Come on, let’s go discuss…”

  “Is this me?” Rogue bent closer. “Hell, it is me.”

  Kit shut her eyes tightly, wishing either she or Rogue would disappear in a poof of smoke.

  “Why?” He turned to ask why, only to see her disappearing around the doorway. “Kit?” Rogue headed after her. “What’s going on?” By the time he reached her, she was huddled in a corner of the couch, legs under her, head lying in her own lap.

  Kit had made herself as small as possible. She was so embarrassed.

  Rogue asked again, “What is my ugly mug doing on your wall?”

  He knew. He had to know. She’d told him point-blank that she’d had a crush on him. Had he not heard her? “It’s just a picture.”

  Instead of letting it go, the ego-maniac had put a hand on his chin and given her a sideways grin. “Did you stand in front of it and stare at me all googly-eyed?”

  Googly-eyed? Picking up a sofa pillow, she whacked Rogue with it. “No, I forgot it was there, actually.”

  “Likely story.” He smirked at her, appearing to fully enjoy the idea that she might have mooned over him, standing in the hallway and staring at his picture.

  Kit wasn’t about to explain it to him, but she’d had that photograph framed about six months before their blind date. True, she came close to destroying it after he’d hurt her so much. But she’d found it one day, years afterward, when the wound wasn’t so fresh and she’d brought it back out, hanging it in its place when she’d moved into this house. “Hush,” she tried to ignore him.

  “So, you named your horse after me and hung pictures of me on your wall.” Rogue was having a good time. He wasn’t being mean…in his mind he was flirting.

  Exasperated, Kit tried to explain. “We owned the horse before I ever met you on the circuit.”

  “Yea, likely story.” He teased, sitting down beside her.

  Realizing what was in front of her, Kit leaned over and picked up the heavy statue. It took a bit of hefting, she picked it partway up and Rogue hurried to help her. “This is Rogue Angel,” she announced. “Dad bought him two years before I began college. I have no idea where he came up with the name. He doted on the horse and…” Kit pushed her hair over her shoulder. “He was worth doting on. Rogue was a champion. Every horse we have is descended from him. My father always said that Rogue Angel would take care of me.” She ran her hand over the bronze. “He gave me this right before he died.”

  Rogue
had sobered. He took the statue. “I can’t vouch for the horse’s name, but if he looked like this he was a beautiful animal.”

  Kit smiled, relieved he wasn’t picking on her anymore. “I often wondered about the name. A rogue angel would be a fallen one, wouldn’t it?”

  A sad smiled shadowed Rogue’s face. “Oddly enough, my name’s Rogue Michael. Not exactly the angel the term ‘rogue’ would apply to, I believe.”

  “You’re no devil, Rogue,” Kit said, trying to make light.

  Rogue was studying the statue. “Did you know this is an Aron McCoy?”

  “A what?” She didn’t have a clue what he was talking about.

  “Aron McCoy is a talented sculptor from central Texas where I’m from. He’s friends with my lawyer, Zane Saucier.”

  “The statue’s value to me is because it’s from my father, not who sculpted it,” she stated, tracing the carving on the plaque. “He always said the Rogue Angel would take care of me. I guess he thought the money from the stud fees would always give us something to fall back on.” She shrugged. “My father was pulling the stallion behind him when he hit that damn tree.” Gesturing toward the statue. “Dad said this was my own personal Trojan horse, whatever that means.”

  “Hmmm, odd,” Rogue murmured, turning the horse over and looking at it from all angles. The whole thing was about eighteen inches high and the stallion was standing on all fours wearing a bridle and a saddle. Setting it back down, he locked eyes with Kit. “I’m not an angel, Kit. But if you’ll let me, I can help.”

  Kit’s stomach clenched. “I don’t know what to do.” Even though she tried to stop them, the tears began to flow.

  “Let me help. Do you have anything I can look at, financial information, insurance information?”

  His sincerity shook her to her core. He really wanted to help – and God knows she needed it. “I can’t let you do it for nothing.” She let out a long breath. “Would you consider being an investor, a partner?”

  “I’d be honored.” He held out his hand. “Let’s shake on it.”