Cowboy 12 Pack Page 15

  Jake glowered at her, his eyes like chocolate. “Are you ready to give up this nonsense now?”

  Considering her derriere was on fire, she should say yes. But then he wouldn’t have any cause to keep spanking her. And God help her, she already wanted to feel his hand on her again.

  Here she was, standing there in the most undignified manner, her denims and pantalets down around her ankles, her bottom sore and probably very red, and yet she felt more powerful than she’d ever felt in her life. One word from her and she’d be back over Jake’s knee.

  “No.”

  She held her breath, waiting. But instead of dragging her across his lap again, he got to his feet and swung her up in his arms.

  Sadie’s pulse skipped a beat. Where was he taking her? More importantly, what did he intend to do with her when they got there?

  All kinds of deliciously naughty scenarios flashed into her head, every one of them involving him making love to her. Which was why she was confused when he set her on her feet beside a stack of hay bales in the center of the shelter.

  Without a word, he grabbed one of the leather straps the men used to secure the doors in winter and wrapped it around her wrists, tying them tightly together.

  “What…?”

  The words died in her throat as he lifted her bound hands and tied them to the support beam in front of her. Because the hay bales were in the way, she was forced to bend over, which pushed out her very warm bottom. If she thought she’d been exposed before, that was nothing compared to this. Now, everything was on display.

  She watched from beneath lowered lashes as Jake picked up another strap. She stared at it, transfixed. He wasn’t really going to use that on her, was he?

  “Are you going to give up this silly-ass notion of going on the cattle drive, or do I have to take this to your bottom?”

  Sadie’s heart beat fast and hard, but she didn’t answer. Partly because she refused to give in, and partly because she wanted to know what that wicked looking strap would feel like on her bottom.

  His mouth tightened. “Have it your way.”

  Jake circled around behind her. She held her breath and waited for the first lash.

  She gasped when it came. The strap stung in a way his hand didn’t, leaving a fire behind that made her both rethink her decision to remain silent when he’d given her a choice before, and eager for more. Jake didn’t keep her waiting, but immediately brought it down on her other cheek with a sharp slap that had her dancing from one booted foot to the other. As much as she could with her denims and pantalets binding her ankles anyway.

  Jake move back and forth from cheek to cheek so that she never knew where the strap would fall. He didn’t focus entirely on her bottom, either, but sometimes slapped the backs of her thighs or the tender skin just below her cheeks, which would make her let out a startled yelp. Something told her he wasn’t spanking her as hard as he could have, though. Even so, she felt herself get wetter and wetter with every lash, and knew if he didn’t stop soon, her squeals of protest would turn into moan of pleasure despite how much the strapping stung.

  Would Jake knowing how aroused she was really be such a bad thing?

  But he tossed aside the strap before she could find out, and she had to fight hard to hide her disappointment when he untied her from the beam and turned her to face him. Her bottom felt as if she’d sat on a stove, and if her wrists weren’t still bound, she would have reached back to see if her cheeks really were as hot as she thought.

  Suddenly shy now that the spanking was over, she couldn’t meet Jake’s eyes, so she kept her head down. Sometime during the strapping, the top buttons of her shirt had come undone. Her breasts—quite visible now—were heaving. But Jake didn’t seem to notice. Cupping her face in both hands, he tilted her head back until she was looking up at him.

  “Why is going on the cattle drive so important to you?” he demanded in a hoarse voice.

  “Because this is my ranch. I won’t ask the men who work for me to do something I’m not prepared to do myself. It’s not the way my mother would have done things, and it’s not the way I intend to do things.”

  Jake studied her for a long time, then shook his head. “You’re the most stubborn, bullheaded…amazing woman I’ve ever met in my life. I have half a mind to…”

  Sadie’s heart fluttered. Was he talking about spanking her again? As much as she wouldn’t have minded another dozen lashes with the strap, part of her hoped he might be talking about something else.

  “To what?” she prompted when he didn’t say anything.

  “This,” he growled, covering her mouth with his.

  Sadie had only been kissed once before—by one of the other rancher’s sons when she was eighteen—but it had been nothing like this. That kiss had been cool, almost chaste. Jake’s kiss was neither. It was tender, and yet demanding at the same time, and she felt dizzy from it.

  He slid his hand in her hair, pulling her closer as his mouth moved more insistently over hers. She parted her lips, moaning when his velvety tongue dipped into her mouth to claim hers. She wanted to wrap her hands in his hair, but since they were still tied all she could do was glide them up the front of his shirt and hang on for dear life.

  Jake dragged his mouth from hers with a ragged groan. “I didn’t mean to do that. I’m sorry.”

  “I’m not.”

  He gazed down at her, his eyes molten. “Have you ever been with a man?”

  Sadie wet her lips. “No.”

  He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened them again, the man who’d kissed her moment earlier was gone, and in his place was the foreman she’d hired. “We should get back to the house.”

  She stared at him as he untied her wrists. How could he kiss her until she was weak in the knees, then expect them to get back on their horses and ride off?

  She caught the front of his shirt in both hands before he could turn away and pulled him down until his mouth was once again on hers.

  “Sadie…” Her name was an entreaty on his lips.

  “I don’t want to go back to the house, Jake,” she whispered. “I want to stay here. With you.”

  She couldn’t believe she was doing this. She was supposed to be saving herself for marriage, not acting like one of those strumpets at the saloon in town. But she wanted to be with him so bad.

  Jake pulled her into his arms and closed his mouth over hers with a sound that was half growl, half groan. Sadie melted against him, her tongue seeking his as she buried her hands in his thick hair. How was it possible for a man to taste so intoxicating? She could get drunk off him.

  He ran his hands down her back to cup her burning bottom and give it a firm squeeze. Sadie gasped against his mouth, and he chuckled softly. Still kissing her, he moved around to unbutton the rest of her shirt. The material parted easily at his touch, and he pushed it off her shoulders, then gently cupped her breasts. The soft sigh of pleasure she let out turned into a moan when Jake’s mouth found its way along the curve of her jaw and down her neck to take one of her nipples in his mouth. Sadie caught his shoulders to steady herself as he suckled on first one nipple, then the other. She’d never imagined something like this could feel so incredible. And then Jake did something even more amazing. He slid one hand down to cup her sex. She stiffened and let out a startled little gasp.

  Jake swore softly. “I’m sorry. I’ll take things slower.”

  He started to take his hand away, but she stopped him. “Don’t. You just startled me, that’s all. I like it when you touch me there.”

  His fingers glided along her folds. “You’re wet,” he said huskily.

  She moaned. “Is that bad?”

  He chuckled softly. “That’s very good. It means you’re excited.”

  She blushed. “Are you excited, too?”

  He took her hand and guided it to the bulge in his pants. He was hard and heavy against her palm. “Does that answer your question?”

  She’d heard Isabell
a talk about how hard men got when they were excited. Jake felt very excited. But she didn’t answer. She was too busy wondering if he was as big as he seemed.

  Lips curving into a sinfully wicked grin, Jake took one of the blankets and spread it out on the hay covered ground, then picked her up and gently placed her on it. The wool was rough on her tender bottom, but surprisingly pleasant, and she couldn’t resist wiggling a little as she got comfortable. When she lifted her gaze to Jake again, she found him regarding her intently, his eyes boldly caressing her nearly naked body. The heat in their dark depths made her catch her breath.

  “My God, you’re beautiful,” he said.

  Sadie didn’t think she could blush any more profusely, but she was pretty sure the stain coloring her cheeks got a few shades darker. She opened her mouth to thank him, but he unbuttoned his shirt and she forgot what she’d been going to say. Her pulse quickened as he stripped off the garment and tossed it on a nearby bale of hay. He was just as perfect as she remembered, and she had to resist the urge to jump to her feet and run her hands over all that glorious muscle. She might have given in if he hadn’t started taking off his pants. She watched, mesmerized as he pushed them down his trim hips and long legs. Then his erection sprang free, and she almost gasped. She’d known he was well endowed, but she never imagined he’d be quite so big. Or so thick. What if she couldn’t accommodate him? She would have asked him, but didn’t want to embarrass herself. Dammit, she wished she had more experience with these kinds of things.

  She held her breath as she waited for Jake to mount her, but instead, he knelt down at her feet. She almost smiled as he removed her boots, then pulled off her denims. She’d forgotten they were still around her ankles.

  With a half-smile, Jake gently spread her legs, then bent and slowly kissed his way along her thighs to the juncture of her legs. Her eyes went wide. Surely, he wasn’t going to put his mouth there…

  He did.

  Dear God.

  Sadie gasped and bucked against him, but he caught her bottom in both hands, holding her still. She clutched the blanket in her fingers as his tongue glided up and down her folds. Dear heavens, she’d never felt anything so amazing. Even the spanking he’d given her—which had been breathtaking—didn’t compare to this.

  Jake swirled his tongue round and round the sensitive bud she’d touched the other day. The sensations were more intense than anything she’d felt at her own hand, and she writhed beneath him, not sure if she wanted him to stop or keep doing what he was doing. But as more and more pleasure coursed through her, she decided she didn’t want him to stop. Ever. Not even if she passed out with ecstasy.

  She didn’t pass out, though. But as her climax washed over her, she cried out loud enough for the entire ranch to hear. When it subsided, she could only lie there and try to catch her breath. In all her wild imaginings, she’d never dreamed being with a man could be so earthshattering.

  When he lifted his head to gaze up at her, she smiled at him. “I’m not even sure there are words to describe how incredible that was.”

  Jake chuckled and pressed a kiss to her quivering thigh. As he crawled up her body and settled between her thighs, she had the feeling it was going to get even better.

  Bracing himself with a hand on either side of her head, Jake bent his head to kiss her. The head of his erection pressed against her opening, and she moaned as that part of her body began to throb. Though she was impatient to have him inside her, she couldn’t help but tense a little. He was just so big. Instead of entering her right away like she’d thought, Jake slowly slid his cock up and down her wetness.

  Sadie ran her hands up his chiseled chest to grab his shoulders, part of her wanting to have him deep inside her, the other part wanting him to continue teasing her like this. The feel of him against her soft folds was almost enough to send her into ecstasy again. When he finally entered her, she might just climax right on the spot. Just when she thought she couldn’t take any more of the exquisite torment, Jake stopped and slowly eased into her pussy.

  She gasped, expecting pain, but there wasn’t any. Jake fit her perfectly, filling her completely. As if he’d been made just for her.

  “Does that feel okay?” he asked.

  Her lips curved. “It feels wonderful.”

  She waited for him to move, and when he didn’t, she wrapped her legs around him, then pulled him in as deep as he would go.

  “God, you’re so tight.” He let out a ragged sound. “I’m almost afraid to move.”

  She frowned. “Why?”

  “Because you feel so damn good wrapped around me that I’m afraid I’ll come way faster than we both want.”

  “Oh.” She chewed on her lower lip. “What if I move instead?”

  He chuckled, the sound rough and raspy in her ear. “I’m pretty sure it’d have the same effect. But being inside you and not moving is torture of the worse kind, Sadie Buchanan.”

  She shivered as his the scruff on his jaw brushed her sensitive skin. “Maybe we should both move then.”

  Sadie didn’t give him a chance to answer. Hoping she was doing it right, she rotated her hips ever so slightly. When Jake didn’t move with her, she feared she wasn’t doing it right after all, but then he groaned and slowly began to thrust. He repeated the motion over and over, pulling out, then plunging deep until her breath was coming in quick, little pants.

  She moved her hips more quickly, silently urging him to pick up the pace. He got the hint, pumping his hips so hard he completely took away whatever breath she had left.

  Then, so fast she barely realized what he was doing, Jake rolled onto his back, taking her with him. From her position on top, she blinked down at him.

  “Ride me,” he commanded.

  When she didn’t obey swiftly enough, he cupped her derriere in his hands and urged her up and down on his cock. She placed her hands on his chest and gave herself over to the rhythm, kind of like she did when she rode a horse. Only this was way more fun. Being on top made it feel like he was going even deeper than he had before and Sadie moaned in pleasure each time she came down on his shaft.

  Jake slid his hands up her midriff to catch her bouncing breasts in his hands and play with her nipples. She gasped, unable to believe the rosy areolas could be so sensitive after he’d licked and suckled on them earlier, but the sound was lost as Jake suddenly grabbed her hand and pulled her down for a long, hot kiss.

  Sadie kissed him back just as fiercely, shoving her tongue into his mouth to take possession of his. She was on top, so that meant she was in charge, right? As his hands tightened on her bottom, she realized she wasn’t so sure.

  She was just getting into a rhythm riding him in this new position when he rolled her onto her back again. He did like to keep her on her guessing, didn’t he?

  She wrapped her legs around him as he thrust. “Harder,” she begged. “Take me harder, Jake.”

  He pounded into her, every plunge faster and more forceful than the one before it. Sadie breathing quickened, her legs tightening around him.

  “That’s it,” he rasped. “Come for me, Sadie.”

  Her body obeyed as if in response to his command, and she toppled over the edge into bliss with a scream that echoed off the walls of the small shelter.

  Above her, Jake went rigid, and she instinctively knew he was on the verge of release, too. But at the last second, he pulled out and spurted his creamy wetness all over her quivering stomach.

  Sadie gazed at it in confusion. Having grown up on a ranch, she knew what cum was, but was stunned he hadn’t wanted to empty himself inside her. Then she realized why. He’d done it so he wouldn’t get her with child. She should have been concerned about that herself. Thank goodness he’d been thinking clearly. She certainly hadn’t.

  Jake rolled onto his back and pulled her into his arms, then reached up and dragged one of the other blankets off the hay bale to cover them. She rested her head on his chest, listening to the steady, rhythmic beat of his he
art. She wanted to tell him how amazing their joining had been, how amazing he was, but words simply weren’t enough.

  Outside, the sun was going down and she watched through half closed eyes as it got closer and closer to the horizon. She knew they should go back to the house before someone came looking for them, but she couldn’t make herself move.

  “I’m sorry I used the strap on you.”

  Jake’s voice was full of so much pain that Sadie lifted her head to look at him. He was staring up at the ceiling, his face expressionless.

  “I’m not,” she said softly.

  He turned his head to look at her, his brow furrowed in confusion. “What do you mean?”

  “Exactly what I said. I’m not sorry you used the strap on me.”

  “You’re not?”

  “No. I mean, I liked it.” She could feel her face color even as she said the words. “It felt…good. Actually, it felt better than good. It was amazing.” She lowered her gaze. “It was part of the reason I got so aroused.”

  The moment the words were out, Sadie realized how they must sound. Like she was addled. Or downright crazy. What woman in her right mind would like getting strapped? She waited for him to tell her she was both, but instead he reached up to cup her face.

  “You constantly amaze me, Sadie Buchanan, do you know that?”

  She didn’t know whether to take that as a compliment or not. “You don’t think poorly of me for getting excited by it?”

  “It’s not unheard of for a woman to get sexually excited by spanking, you know. It doesn’t meant there’s anything wrong with you, Sadie. So, to answer your question, no, I don’t think poorly of you.” He brushed her hair back to tuck it behind her ear. “I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised you like your having bottom warmed. You certainly have more fire in you than any woman I’ve ever met.” His mouth curved. “In fact, you’re the most passionate woman I’ve ever known.”

  That was definitely a compliment, she was sure of it. “Then you wouldn’t think poorly of me if I told you I’m hoping you’ll spank me with it again sometime?”