Acres, Natalie - Sex Addict [Cowboy Addiction 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (4 page)

“Or what?”

“Or…” He stopped talking and pretended to focus on something of great importance, scanning the document in his hand in an effort to read the same sentence over and over again. Finally, he sighed, perhaps giving thoughtful consideration before providing some cockamamie bullshit reply.

“Or?”

Kit slammed the papers against the smooth surface, flattening his palm against the stack. “Or else.”

“Oh good one,” Kemper teased, shaking his head. “I’ll relay the message to Holly. I’d say that right there—those very words—will scare her into packing her bags tonight.”

* * * *

Holly tossed one shopping tote after another. She swung one high and another one low, attempting to scatter the evidence of her shopping spree across the veranda just in case Kit peered outside the barn office window. She wanted him to think she had a larger stack than what was really there.

Kemper greeted her right after the last plastic sack fell. Slipping a kiss on her cheek, he said, “Save your energy. He’s not over there.”

“Hmm,” she responded, acting as if she couldn’t care less.

“He’s upstairs,” Kemper told her, watching her with wide eyes as if he wanted her to pay close attention to his loaded implication. “He’s in your room, as a matter of fact.”

She opened her mouth to speak, but when she couldn’t think of anything to say, she zipped her lips and grunted. She left the shopping evidence at Kemper’s feet and marched inside.

“Just what do you think you’re doing, Kit Keesling?” she called out, stomping toward the bedrooms.

“What’s it look like to you?” he asked as soon as she appeared in the doorway. He tossed her dresses one way, her pantsuits another.

“Let me guess. I don’t give you enough sex so you’re having a panty raid as a new form of punishment?” After a short pause, she clapped her hands and exclaimed, “Oh my goodness, that’s it! You’re such a pervert.”

“And your sarcasm leaves a lot to be desired.”

She glared at him like he’d just claimed the number one spot on her ‘men to avoid’ list. “I made myself clear earlier, Kit. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Oh that’s right,” he drawled. “I forgot. You’re my common-law wife. You’re entitled to certain legal rights.”

She grinned. “You actually called your attorney on that one, didn’t you?”

“Yes, I did.”

“Dumbass,” she said, picking the lint off her red silk shirt.

Kemper stood in the doorway with her bags over his shoulders, forearms, and wrists. His hands were full with a string hanging from eight out of ten fingers. “Where should I put these?”

Holly tapped her chin. “Hmm, let’s see. How about we hang the dresses in your closet?”

“I was thinking the same thing, Holly,” Kemper agreed, following her lead.

“Good,” she said, patting his cheek. “Kit prefers this room so you and I can share yours if that’s okay.”

“As long as you promise to sleep in my arms.”

Without a doubt, she owed Kemper big-time for his support. Her pussy clenched with the thought. She was looking forward to the evening ahead. Kemper earned every stroke of his upcoming reward.

“I promise to leave you with a smile and a very intimate kiss each and every night,” she purred, dragging her fingertips over his moist, full lips. “And don’t let me forget to show you my appreciation as often as possible.”

“I won’t,” he said, looking like a subservient man covered in all the latest styles and fashions.

So maybe that was a bit extreme.

“I don’t want you here,” Kit grated out, acting as if he might mean it.

She studied his face and took a deep breath. Deciding against an argument right then, she traipsed toward Kemper’s room.

“Don’t you turn your back on me, Holly! I’m tired of your games. You made a fool out of me…and Kemper. I…we…don’t appreciate it.”

Kemper snarled. “You leave me out of this.”

Kit cleared his throat. “Holly, you don’t have a home here anymore. Exit this house and find your own way. I’ll offer you severance pay.”

She gulped. Tears threatened to spill from her throbbing eyes as she slowly faced him. Before she grabbed an opportunity to defend herself, Kemper came to her rescue. “Who the hell do you think you are?”

“I live here, too. I don’t want her here.”

“That’s too damn bad, bro,” Kemper drawled. “She ain’t going anywhere unless I’m with her.” After gathering his thoughts, he added, “The two of you need to grow up. Everyone has a past. I dare say if Holly pried into yours she wouldn’t be too pleased with what she’d uncover.”

Kit gritted his teeth. “Regardless of what she’d find, she should provide truthful answers to my questions. I demand honesty from my subs!”

“Ha! I don’t remember saying I’d submit to you, Kit!”

“Oh that’s right. I forgot. You think submission is beneath you!”

“I’ve never been unfaithful to you, and a tight upper lip doesn’t indicate dishonesty, by the way. It just means I’m a private person. I have a right to guard my secrets.”

“If you respect our relationship, you should want me to know who I have in my bed, hold in my arms!”

“Back off,” Kemper warned. “I won’t tell you again.”

Kit smirked. A slow smile full of malice twisted his mouth into a peculiar expression. “Have it your way. I imagine you’ll do whatever Holly tells you.”

“He probably will,” she remarked, patronizing Kit in an effort to hide her pain. “He takes care of me. You used to do the same.” She placed an open palm over her heart, propped her free hand on the small of her back, and shook her hips like she meant for him to use them. Then, she walked down the hall, following Kemper to his suite. “It’s a shame, really, Kit. You’ll miss out on a whole lot of good loving.”

A few minutes later, the door was slammed. Another five or ten, and she straddled Kemper, shrugging off her top and unclasping her bra.

Kemper took less than a second to shove up her skirt, rip away her thong, and fuck her like he meant to linger awhile. He ground out more than unlimited frustrations, and she matched him buck for buck.

The experience reminded her of mad sex, the kind of screwing a couple used when they needed to fuck but remained pissed at one another. Only as far as she knew, Kemper wasn’t angry with her. Still, the recent dispute obviously upset him.

“Forget about him,” Kemper rasped. “Concentrate on us.”

She rode Kemper’s cock, but couldn’t help but think of Kit, too. If she wanted a man who owned pent-up angst, she was in bed with the wrong brother. Of course, with the Keesling men, there was rarely a wrong brother, per se, but there sure as hell was a stubborn one.

Chapter Four

Holly mounted Kemper again like she meant to ride an untamed stud for a first-place ribbon. Her knees pressed against his thighs as he slid between her damp folds. Rubbing her clit against him, she arched forward, and after reaching behind her back, dropped her hand between his parted legs.

“Fuck me,” he crooned. “That’s nice, Holly.”

Quite carefully, she massaged his tender balls. Stroking his sac with three fingers, she occasionally squeezed the thin layer of skin right above his scrotum.

Hearty sighs fell from his lips. Resounding like a freefall of tumbling waves, a soft, rhythmic, and mesmerizing tempo set a quite different pace, a more romantic beat.

Kemper’s room was one of her favorite places to screw. With floor-to-ceiling mirrors, no angle was left unviewed. She liked observing their shapes as they rotated in tandem.

“This is what you wanted,” Kemper rasped. “I know what you need.”

“Yes,” she agreed, tossing her head back as he impaled her. Good Lord, there wasn’t another comparable feeling. Nothing trumped good loving.

Kemper clutched her legs as he entered and retreated. He moistened his lips and stared at their body-to-body connection, eyeing his dick as the thickness disappeared inside her pussy. The intense expression on his face, settling in his eyes, made her wetter, hotter. The fierce way he slammed his cock against her walls set fire to her soul, weighting her down with pumping adrenaline and a true need for more eroticism than ever before.

“Let’s have some fun, today, Kemper,” she whispered, insinuating one quick romp wouldn’t quite do the trick. Holding a position with one palm flat against his belly and the other curled around the shape of his nape, she kept her chest low and forward and her back high and straight.

She drew his head closer to her breasts, and he eagerly latched onto her hard nipple. A shard of unmatched pleasure zipped through her body as he pumped his cock inside her.

Kemper’s muscles rippled. His broad shoulders flexed. The outline of masculine flesh inspired her. Oh, how his manly form aroused her.

The fucking was incredible. Sounds of sex resounded. A mix of strawberry and vanilla candles, new flannel and polished leather, created an aroma she associated with home.

Her cunt enveloped him, and she pulsed around his cock. The endless screwing, fast fucking, and numerous sounds of pleasure completely consumed her.

They danced to a lover’s rhythm. Their bodies slapped in time, playing out a well-known sensual song.

She couldn’t turn away from the looking glass as Kemper’s pace quickened. He pounded harder, sank deeper,

His ragged breath provided proof. He gave all he had to give.

Kemper rolled her nipple between his forefinger and thumb. She cried out for mercy, but her insatiable desires drove her actions and her body demanded something more exquisite, a more intimate connection.

He was ravenous and she was unable to quench her everlasting lust. Yearning for more, she lost herself in the hour, and several orgasmic seconds turned into another sixty minutes of unharnessed, and quite gratifying, hard-core sex.

There wasn’t a resolution phase. One orgasm led to another. Several more followed.

The stage was set for romance, but their greed drove carnal desires even though the feelings were there, buried underneath layers of uncontrollable passion.

Candles seasoned the air. Bouncing teardrop flames fluttered against the pale background of Kemper’s bedroom wall. Flickering buds of brilliant fire added to the sensual ambiance, setting an extraordinary mood for a memorable liaison.

The heavy walnut headboard was banging. Ragged breaths, soft cries, and sudden groans or moans further enhanced the erotic atmosphere. Sex like this, so delicious and insanely forbidden, captivated and held her, left her sated and yet starving for more.

“Ah yes,” she crooned, squeezing his pulsing cock. “Speed up a little.”

Perspiration dotted his brow. He set his jaw and screwed her right, ramming inside her. Using quick and even jabbing motions, he shoved his cock inside her pussy.

Rocking out an obscene rhythm, he jiggled his hips. His penis twitched with a natural ebb and flow. An occasional jounce shattered her nerve endings. It felt as if a yo-yo string controlled his cock with manipulated guidance, but without a determined course, a premeditated path.

“Oh God, Kemper. I love that.”

“I know what you enjoy,” he crooned, nuzzling her cheek.

Retreating seconds later, he paused, left his dick tucked inside her opening, and plunged ahead once more. Stamping her with exquisite and painstakingly thorough pokes, Kemper fucked her as if he never intended to abandon his post. Her walls housed his dick, protecting him from a leave he didn’t need.

“Is that what you want?” he asked, nipping at her swollen nipple, sliding his hand between her legs and pinching her clit.

“Uh-huh,” she replied, breathless as he wedged his length inside her. His rigid cock caused a surge of warm vibrations. Her pussy tingled as his dick resided inside her cunt, stroking and fucking.

“How about this?” he asked, biting down on his lip and thrusting forward, barricading his dick between her pussy lips until he was balls deep. The base of his cock rested against her ass. “Wiggle that pretty bottom for me.”

“You please me, Kemper,” she crooned.

“You’d better believe it,” he rasped.

“You use me for your pleasure and I know how to use you for mine,” she assured him, thinking she still wanted and needed something more fulfilling. Throwing her arms overhead, she fell into the motions, undulating as he hammered inside her, stamping her with that hard cock he saved just for her.

Kemper had no idea what sex did to feed her growing hunger, her insatiable need. The more she fucked him, the more she longed to screw him. Lately, all she thought about was having sex. It was a crazy kind of feeling, much more intense and complex than in years past.

If she could, she’d fuck all day. She wouldn’t eat. She wouldn’t sleep.

She’d stay locked in moments like this, engaging in foreplay, working for a release, and instead of wasting time with the cuddling afterward, she’d start again. Life held no value without sporadic and ongoing multiple occasions filled with repeat performances of foreplay and sex.

“You okay?” Kemper asked, drawing her against his chest. As his cock entered her, his tongue greedily fought for position between her lips.