Stepbrother Master

by Jackson, Ava

  I realized that I was still holding onto Ford's arm. And, more to the point, he was watching me. “You okay to walk by yourself?” he asked.

  I quickly let go, feeling self-conscious all of a sudden. “Y-yeah, I'm fine.” I wasn't some delicate flower who couldn't take a little rough play. And I didn't want to overstay my welcome in his room. Sure, this was more than a one-night stand, but one night was all we'd had so far. Even the idea of Ford escorting me down the hall felt way too intimate.

  He made a skeptical noise, but stepped back. “Then I guess I'll see you tomorrow.”

  That settled things. He hadn't booted me out, but he also hadn't invited me to sleep over. Not exactly a surprise, knowing Ford—and I was okay with that. Neither of us had gone into this game for cuddles and flowers, after all. Our little arrangement worked best the way it was. More importantly, if I hung around much longer, I'd end up falling into his bed again. I wasn't sure my poor body could take a Round Three. Or was it Four by now? I forced myself to pay attention and gave Ford a nod of agreement.

  “See you in the morning,” I called out as I walked away. I made it to my own bedroom, proud of myself for only staggering a little, and passed out as soon as my head hit the pillow.

  Chapter 12

  Ford

  I’d never gone without when it came to sex. And if anyone asked me a few weeks ago, I would’ve told them that my sex life was fucking perfect. Even out in the wilds of Montana, I had a variety of women to call to keep me entertained. But that was all before Emma. Now that I’d had her, I wasn't sure any other woman would ever satisfy me again. And quite frankly, if I were the kind of man to let something unnerve me, that thought right there just might have done it. Instead, I just forged on and enjoyed the time we had on the ranch with our parents away.

  There was no more beautiful place on earth than Montana in the springtime. There was a reason it was called Big Sky Country, and on a day like today, I just wanted to stand in awe of the vivid blue above and the vibrant green beneath. The cattle lowed in the distance as I waited for Emma next to the two four-wheelers parked between the house and the barn. Yesterday, I had introduced her to more of the ranch. It was impossible to cover every acre, but we’d ridden along a couple of the main trails. I was surprised how well she’d sat her mount. She was a natural on horseback—and sexy as fuck. There was nothing I’d wanted more than to drop my reins, dismount, drag her to the ground, and fuck her senseless. But I’d caught sight of Griff in a pickup coming through a gate not far off, checking the herd. I wasn’t opposed to having an audience, but not Griff. Might give the old guy a heart attack, and I didn’t want anyone dropping dead on my watch.

  The other hands didn’t seem to find it strange that I spent so much time with Emma—other than the fact that I’d apparently developed a sense of hospitality. But Griff seemed like he might be a touch suspicious. Which was why today we were going a lot further off the beaten path—hence the four-wheelers. I had a cooler strapped to the back of mine, so there would be no need to make our way back for a while.

  I turned to see Emma heading down from the house. Damn, that woman could wear a pair of jeans like nobody’s business. I hadn’t told her much, except how to dress, and I’d smirked when her chin jutted up as I delivered the order. But she’d complied. I could only imagine the running stream of curses that had probably come out of her mouth as she dolled herself up. Her blonde hair bounced with each sassy step as she walked toward me.

  I shook my head. “I told you to pull your hair back.”

  Her pout just made me more eager to get on the ATV and get out of sight so I could show her the other surprise I’d packed. I waited until she stood directly in front of me, and I spotted the elastic on her wrist. Pulling it off, I grasped her shoulders and turned her around, before smoothing her hair back into a ponytail and slipping the elastic around it. When I finished, she peered at me over her shoulder, brow furrowed.

  “Why are you so good at that?”

  I didn’t think she’d appreciate me telling her that it was far from the first time I’d pulled a woman’s hair out of her face … usually because I was about to bind her in other ways. I decided not answering was the wisest course of action. I also wasn’t ready to explain that it felt different with her. Hell, I could barely admit it to myself. This was nothing more than a little summer fling. That was all. It couldn’t be anything else.

  “I think you’d be more interested in the other things I’m good at.” I spoke directly into her ear. She shivered, and I ran my hands down her arms. “Let’s head out so I can show you.”

  “Why do I get the feeling you’re not talking about the ranch?” she whispered.

  “Because you’re a smart girl.”

  I backed away and grabbed the helmet off the seat of the second ATV just before one of the big overhead barn doors slid open with a rattle of hinges.

  TJ was standing outside. He studied us. “You gonna be gone long, boss?”

  “Until supper. You think you can hold down the fort until then?”

  He nodded, his eyes running over Emma’s form appreciatively. My fingers closed around hard plastic of the helmet, and it flexed under my grip. The words move along, cowboy rose up in my throat, but I forced them down. I had the right to say it, but not for the reason I wanted to. Still, I couldn’t stay completely silent. “Those cattle aren’t gonna check themselves, TJ.”

  “Yes, sir,” he clipped, before finally dragging his eyes from Emma and heading into the barn.

  Emma was checking out the ATV, so she hadn’t noticed the exchange. Once again, a smile spread over my face; she was running a hand across the seat with childlike wonderment.

  “I really get to drive my own?”

  “You do have a license, right?”

  She tossed me a look over her shoulder. “Of course.”

  “Then yes, you’re driving your own. I thought about putting you on the back of mine, and having your tight little body wrapped around me, but I wanted to make sure you’d have a good view of the ranch.”

  Her smile turned a little shy. “Thanks, Ford. That was really thoughtful of you.”

  “Oh, honey, I’ve put a hell of a lot of thought into today. Just wait until you see what I’ve got planned. Now let’s get your helmet on and load up.”

  After I settled the helmet on Emma’s head and showed her how to operate the ATV, we took off. She followed me as I set an easy pace, but she grew more daring with every quarter mile we passed. Pretty soon, she was trying to race me, and I was having more fun than I could remember having in months—maybe even years. I wasn’t sure what it was about her, but that playful nature got to me. She was nothing like I’d expected when she stepped out of that truck. Not stuck up, not a bitch. Case in point, the woman had just deliberately splashed through a puddle and tried to get me wet—something she’d pay for when we stopped. She slowed up as we closed in on a more heavily wooded section, and I took the lead, waving for her to follow on the trail behind me. We headed to my favorite overlook—one that, luckily, didn’t require too treacherous of a climb. A quick check of my mirror showed that Emma was right behind me, with a grin still curving across her face, along with a streak of mud. Before this particular moment, I had no fucking idea how sexy mud could be—outside of a mudwrestling ring with some busty chicks rolling around in it. I forced my eyes back to the trail, or otherwise I ran the risk of clipping a tree and looking like a royal jackass.

  A few turns later, we finally reached the clearing on the edge a foothill. Except in this part of Montana, a foothill rose up like an honest-to-God mountain. I groaned as I dismounted, because my hard-on had made itself uncomfortably known during the last couple of miles of the ride. Emma shut off her ATV and pulled off her helmet. If I thought she’d had an expression of childlike wonderment before, this must have been what she looked like on Christmas morning as a kid. She spun and took in the lush green meadow surrounded by tall evergreens.

  “Ford, it’s beaut
iful.”

  I grinned. She hadn’t even seen the best part yet. I hurried to unhook the cooler and bag from the back of my four-wheeler. Shouldering the bag and grabbing the cooler in one hand, I twined my fingers through Emma’s.

  “Come on. Wait until you see this.” I pulled her toward the tree line.

  As soon as we cleared the pines, she stopped, dragging us both to a halt.

  “Oh, wow.” Her mouth hung open, and even I couldn’t impute lewd thoughts to it at the moment. Well, maybe. Just give me a minute to appreciate her excitement. “It’s amazing.”

  “My favorite place on the ranch.”

  She tore her eyes away from the vista to look at me. “You can see for miles.”

  “Sure can. A lot of it is ours, too. We’ll have to teach you to fly fish next.” I dropped her hand to gesture to the river.

  The preconceived notions I had of her were still going strong, because I expected her to wrinkle her nose and demur, but her eyes lit up again.

  “Really? That would be cool.”

  “How about some food? I’ve got come cold beef tenderloin, veggies, a nice red, some of that goat cheese your mom loves, and chocolate truffles.”

  Surprisingly, at this, her nose did wrinkle. I set the cooler and the bag on the ground.

  “What? I know you’re not a vegetarian. I’ve seen you eat steak.”

  Emma’s shoulders scrunched up to her ears. “It’s not that. It’s just weird knowing that you raised the cows and then you eat them. In my world, steak comes all neatly wrapped up in the supermarket. I just have to dump it on the grill. There’s no calving or branding or butchering involved.”

  I couldn’t help but smile. “That’s life. At least here, we know the cattle are treated humanely. They’re our livelihood, so it’s in our interest to make sure we take the best care of them that we can. We take pride in what we do.”

  “I know. It’s just hard for a city girl to get over, I guess. I’m more used to killing grapes for wine than a cow for steak.”

  “But it’s a damn good steak.”

  Emma’s shoulders finally lowered. “Then I guess we’d better eat.”

  “I think I want to start with dessert first. Bend over the ATV.”

  Emma’s head jerked back and her eyes went wide. “Excuse me?”

  “You heard me. And in case you were wondering—that was an order.”

  “Wait, what?”

  “What’s your safe word, Emma?”

  “Pink.” She breathed. Her pupils were already dilating; her body was catching up with the change in plans.

  “Good. Now bend over. I brought more than just lunch.”

  Her whispered “Oh, shit” was too endearing to want to punish her for it … but that didn’t mean I wouldn’t give her a few swats for not complying more quickly.

  Emma bent over the seat of the ATV, resting her elbows on the seat. I wasted no time reaching around to unbutton, unzip, and peel her jeans down over her ass. I cupped the lush curve of it, unable to hold back a groan. My dick jumped against the zipper of my jeans, and I knew my own patience would be tested in this exercise just as much as her boundaries.

  I tugged her panties down and bared the smooth skin. “Jesus, Emma. You’ve got the most perfect fucking ass. I think we need a new rule: No more panties. The next time I tell you bend over, I want you naked under whatever you’re wearing. And if it’s a skirt, I want to be able to reach underneath and feel your tight, wet little pussy without anything in my way.”

  She inhaled sharply.

  “You like that idea? Or just me telling you what to do?” I shoved her jeans the rest of the way down and let her panties fall to the ground, and she needed no instruction from me to step out of them and kick them aside. It was for the best; they wouldn’t be going back on.

  She must have assumed my question was rhetorical, because she didn’t reply. Fucking perfect. I pulled my hand back and landed a solid smack to her ass.

  She sucked in another breath. “What was that?”

  “You didn’t answer me, sweetheart. I expect an answer when I ask you a question.”

  She still didn’t answer, so I pulled back for another swing. Before I connected, she said, “Yes. I understand. But don’t stop. Please.”

  Her answer surprised me. “Don’t stop what, sweetheart?”

  She whispered, “I like it. When you…”

  “When I spank this sweet little ass?”

  Emma’s head bobbed, and she quickly added, “Yes.”

  “Could you be any more fucking perfect?”

  I slid my palm over her ass before landing several more sharp slaps. I soothed the sting away and slipped my hand between her legs to find her soaked. Jesus. She spread her legs without me even asking. Nope. She really couldn’t be any more fucking perfect.

  My rock hard cock fought for freedom against my zipper. But it wasn’t his turn yet. Soon, buddy. I swirled my fingers in her wetness and thrust them inside. Her muscles clamped down against me as she tilted her hips up. Fuck. Me. She was primed and ready for the next step and the toy I’d brought.

  “I’m going to take you further, Emma. If at any time you feel like it’s too much, you know what to say, and it all stops.”

  “Yes. I know.”

  “Good girl.”

  I pulled my hand from between her legs and retrieved the toy bag. Unzipping it, I wiped my hands clean on the towel inside and removed a smooth length of rope first.

  “I want you to lie down on your chest on the seat and put your hands behind your back.”

  Emma complied, and the position arched her ass even higher up in the air.

  “Beautiful, sweetheart. Fucking beautiful.” I made short work of wrapping the rope in an intricate knot that extended a few inches up her forearms, checked for any pressure points, and grabbed the medic safety sheers out of bag. I clipped them to the handlebars of the ATV in case she panicked and I needed to cut her loose.

  “Goddamn, you look gorgeous in my ropes.” I smoothed my hands over her hips, and she shivered. Slipping them up under her shirt, I skimmed along her sides and beneath her bra to cup her breasts. I rolled her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers for only a beat, before sliding one back down to cover her pussy.

  “You understand that this pretty little cunt is mine, don’t you?”

  I slipped a finger between her pussy lips and teased her clit. I fought the urge to grind my cock into her ass and seek my own relief. Soon, I promised myself. Soon. I teased her until she writhed against my hand, her moans and whimpers not helping my self-control. When she was teetering on the edge of orgasm, I removed my hand.

  “Please—”

  “Don’t beg, sweetheart. I’ll give you what you need.”

  I reached down into the bag and grabbed the lube. Emma stiffened and lifted slightly when the cool, sticky substance trickled down her crack. I lowered my free hand to the small of her back.

  “If you don’t want this, you know what to say, Emma. Otherwise, I’m going to play with this sweet little asshole of yours, before I fill it up and fuck you.”

  Her hips bucked against the seat of the ATV, and I would’ve given anything to have my cock inside her at that moment because I could guarantee that her pussy muscles would’ve clamped down on it so damn hard. But then again, maybe it was a good thing I wasn’t inside her because I probably would’ve blown my load right then. I circled her tight little pucker and pressed gently.

  Emma froze.

  “Now don’t do that, sweetheart. You knew this wasn’t off limits, and there’s no way in hell I can keep away from this perfect ass.” I cupped one cheek and stroked it with my thumb. “But don’t worry.” I pressed harder, until the slick ring of muscle gave way to my finger. “My cock is still going in that tight little pussy of yours. You’ll make do with a plug until I get you stretched out enough to take me.” The clench of the muscle tried to keep me out, but I wasn’t about to let it win. “Just relax for me, Emma. I’m getting
you nice and ready for your plug. You’ll get used to wearing it until you’re ready to take me.” Her hips began to move again, and I reached around to tease her clit with my other hand. Sure enough, her pussy was still soaked and needy. I spent several moments fucking her ass with my finger while I stroked her clit and once again brought her to the brink. She was begging and pleading to come by the time I stepped away to grab the plug and lubed it up. I pressed it against her ass.

  “Press back against it, sweetheart. Show me how good you can be, and then I’ll give you that mind-blowing orgasm I know you want.”

  Hesitantly at first, and then with more confidence, Emma pushed against the plug. I added pressure and eased it past the taut ring of muscle until it slipped inside and caught at the flared base.

  “Oh my God.” She breathed.

  “You feel full, sweetheart?”

  “Yes, oh my God,” she repeated.

  “You still good?” I asked.

  She nodded.

  “Give me the word, Emma.”

  “Yes. I’m good.”

  “Good girl. Because you’re about to feel even more full.” I reached into my pocket, retrieved a condom, and tore it open with my teeth, never removing the thumb of my left hand from the base of the plug. I needed to keep the continuous connection to her while she was in this vulnerable position. I rolled the condom on one-handed and positioned myself at her entrance. Once the head of my cock was notched against the heat of her pussy, I began to slide forward.

  “Fuuuuck.” I groaned. She was so goddamn tight with the plug in her ass, I was glad I’d picked a small one. My dick barely fit in her pussy—something to consider for next time, because this might be the best and shortest fuck of my life. I forced myself to go slowly, to savor the clench of her body and the tremors rippling through her. Emma’s moans jacked up my own pleasure degree by degree. Reaching around, I found her clit with two fingers of my right hand and strummed.