Blazing Hearts: Books 1-3 (8 page)

Her hands slipped into the sudsy water, causing it to splash all down the front of her and onto the floor. Jake kept going, kept ramming into her with a perfect rhythm. Her slippery hands couldn’t stay on the counter, so she grabbed Jake’s forearm as he held her off the ground, pounding into her.

She couldn’t take anymore. The pleasure was too great. Her orgasm struck and her pussy clenched around his cock. Jake growled and held tight in her, his cock twitching. He didn’t put her down. He put his forehead to the back of her head. “Don’t run out on me again.”

“I won’t.”

“Teresa.” There was a plea to the way he’d said her name. It broke her heart. Of course he believed she’d run. She’d done it before. She’d hurt him beyond words.

“Jake, I swear. I won’t.”

T
yson wrapped
his arms around his woman as they soaked in their oversized tub together. She was against his chest and he couldn’t stop playing with her breasts. She giggled and put her hands over his. “How are Jake and Teresa doing? Have you heard anything?”

“Woman, I’m here, hard and with you naked and wet in my arms, and you want to discuss another couple?” he asked.

“Yes,” Lexie replied.

He snorted. “Of course you do.”

“Seriously, Ty, how do you think they’re doing?” She assisted him in playing with her nipples, which only served to break his concentration.

“Who?”

She groaned. “Jake and Teresa.”

“Oh, right. I don’t know. I guess all right. Thank you for doin’ what you did for Jake.”

“I did it for Teresa too,” she confessed. “You know she and I used to be good friends.”

He did know, and he’d wondered how she’d been handling having Teresa back around. “I’m sorry she skipped out on you too back then.”

Lexie wiggled her wet bottom against his cock. He thumped his head against the tile and his cowboy hat fell off. Lexie caught it before it hit the water and looked over her shoulder sharply at him.

“I think you can leave this off in here.”

He took it from her and set it out on the floor. He then sat her up more and rubbed her shoulders before running his fingers down her spine. “You keep wigglin’ that sexy ass and I’m gonna fuck it.”

“Uh-huh, sure you are,” she said with a daring note in her voice.

“Woman, you ought to know better than to issue a challenge. You won’t be able to sit for days,” he reminded, skimming his hand down more to the cleft of her ass.

She moved forward, going to her hands and knees in the tub. Water moved back and forth but remained inside the tub for the most part, not that he really cared. How could he when her pretty little ass was upturned and right before him?

He gave her a hard swat to the right cheek and wet sounded throughout the room.

Lexie gasped and wiggled more. “Again,” she said.

His little vixen was something indeed. She hungered for sex nearly as bad as he did, and she was a wild thing. She’d come to his bed a virgin but she wasn’t shy in the least about learning.

His cock was hard and heavy with need as he swatted her backside again. His red handprint now marked her cheek in two places. Badges of ownership in his opinion. Her ass was his and his alone. All of her was.

“You’re my woman,” he said with a growl.

She nodded and he moved to his knees with a bit of slipping around. Somehow he worked it out and ended up behind her, his cock head near her ass. Lexie was on birth control, and he had to admit, getting to spit his load in her was one of his favorite things to do. Spurting it all over her pretty breasts was second.

Tyson pushed her wet, dark hair over her shoulder and ran his fingers down her spine again. She arched her back to him. Her upturned ass was too tempting. He licked his fingers and then coated his cock in his spit. He’d taken her ass before—plenty of times—and knew she could handle him without anything more than saliva as lube. He coated the outer ring of her anus and then pushed the tip of his dick against it.

“Say it,” he ordered.

“I want it, Ty,” she begged. “I want your dick in me now.”

He pushed in and instantly found paradise. Hot damn, her ass was tight and welcoming all at once. He pumped and caused the water to spill over the edge of the tub. He didn’t care. Her ass around his cock was the prize. Cleanup of the water would come later—after he did.

Her dark ring of muscles held so tight to his cock he thought for sure her body might never release him, and he was fine with that. Fine with the idea they’d forever be one. Soon enough she’d be his wife, and he couldn’t wait for that moment.

His pumped more with three long thrusts before he lost control and released in her. Her body shook and he suspected his little vixen had gotten off on the action. “You liked that.”

With a seductive look over her shoulder, she nodded. “Oh, yeah, I did.”

J
ake stepped
onto the porch with Charger close at his heels. It was lunch time, and while he normally worked through lunch, things were different now. He had Teresa at home and he wanted to spend extra time with her. Churchill was doing well with his training but the newest arrival to the ranch wasn’t. The gelding, Buckley, wasn’t having anything to do with being trained just yet. He and Jake had to find some common ground, and Jake knew they would. Buckley just required patience, and to understand that no matter what temper tantrum he tried, Jake would still be here, still ready to guide him with a firm yet gentle hand.

Jake patted Charger’s head and let him run off to play for a bit. He’d call him home soon enough. For now he wanted to surprise Teresa, and hopefully bend her over something else because his dick had been hard most of the morning.

He entered his home quietly and paused when he noticed no sign of her. He headed to the kitchen next. Everything was tidy but there was no sign of her there either. As he entered the hallway his chest tightened. One of the spare room doors was open. Not just any spare room, the one he kept all his toys in. Toys he was sure she wasn’t ready for just yet.

With his heart in his chest, Jake filled the doorway. Teresa was there, all his toys pulled out and lying on the bed. She was touching a riding crop as if it might leap up and bite her. Her attention was on the flat screen mounted to the wall.

Jake tensed. There he was on screen, flogging a sexy little sub in the very room he and Teresa stood in. He liked to record some things every now and then so he could enjoy watching them later. All the subs he had ever brought home, which were actually few in number compared to the ones he fucked at the club, had been fully aware they were being recorded. They’d liked it. They’d put on an extra show for him.

Teresa watched and flinched with each strike of the crop on the sub’s flesh. She covered her own chest and looked to the floor.

Jake hated everything about himself in that very moment. Hated his weakness. His need for kinky sex. His need to record it. Hated knowing that Teresa had seen him at his wickedest and that she’d cut and run.

“Tell me what you want.” His voice filled the room from the video.

Jake flinched.

“You to keep punishing me, Master,” the sub responded.

Jake couldn’t take anymore. He entered the room fully, grabbing Teresa’s attention from the recording. She gasped and stood up fast, her hands pulled against her. She stared around the room and then at him.

“I was curious.”

“And now?” he asked, his voice measured for fear he’d lose his shit and make an even bigger ass of himself.

Her bottom lip trembled and Jake knew if she’d cry he’d be done. He couldn’t stand her tears. They’d break him in seconds. Always had. Always would.

She jutted out her chin and grabbed the riding crop from the bed. “Do it to me. Do what you did to her.”

Jake’s jaw dropped. He moved into the room more and straight to the flat screen. He stopped the recording and shut off the TV. As he turned to face Teresa, he found her undoing the buttons on her sundress.

He shook his head. “No.”

“Why not?” she demanded.

“Because you’re not near ready for that.”

She eyed the flat screen. “She was totally red. She had welt marks, Jake.”

He hung his head in shame. “I know.”

“And you like that? You get off on that?”

Fuck.

“Yes.”

“I see,” she said softly.

“No, you don’t.” He refused to look up. He couldn’t stand it if he saw shame in her eyes at his behavior, at his needs.

She filled the distance between them. “Do it to me.”

“Teresa.”

She shoved the crop into his hand.

He let it fall to the floor.

She bent and retrieved it quickly and surprised him more by taking off her dress and standing in nothing but her bra and panties. She took hold of the crop all wrong and much to his horror she hit herself hard in the chest. A huge red welt appeared on the swells of her breasts.

He ripped the crop from her hand and held it away from her reach. “Teresa!”

A lone tear slipped down her cheek. “I can take it, Jake. I can take a beating.”

“For fuck’s sake, no. No. No. No. This isn’t what I want.”

“It is. I saw the recording.”

He met her gaze. “But you didn’t understand the motivations behind it on either person’s side. It’s not about pain for the sake of pain. It’s not about harming.”

He touched just below the welt. “Sweetie, this isn’t what I want and you know it.”

“I don’t know anything, and that is the problem,” she said. “Show me. Please. I want to know. I want to learn.”

He tossed the crop aside and dragged her against him. His lips sought hers and found her hungry for his kisses. He walked their bodies toward the bed and then remembered it was full of his toys.

Annoyed and wanting in Teresa, Jake broke the kiss long enough to swipe everything off the bed and onto the floor. He then yanked hard on her, turned her around so her back was to his front, and bent her over. He ran a hand along her ass and waited for her to look back at him.

“I love you,” he said.

She stilled.

He did the tiniest of taps on her ass with his hand. She wagged her butt at him. He then increased the pressure of his next swat. This one echoed. She nodded, clearly wanting more. Jake bent long enough to pick up one of his many floggers, this one on the gentler side of the scale. He ran it over her skin first before pulling down her lace panties. He then struck lightly, letting her get used to the feel.

Teresa responded, seeming to gain more and more pleasure from each swat she received from him. He kept going, spanking her sweetly, going much easier on her than he would a trained sub. It was enough for him to have Teresa here, willing to try, wanting to learn. He didn’t need hard and dirty with her. He just needed her.

Her skin held the pink color perfectly.

His dick responded in kind.

He leaned and opened the drawer near the bed. It was filled with condoms. He grabbed one, unwrapped it and slid it over his cock. He couldn’t wait any longer. He had to be in her.

Jake flipped Teresa over and onto her back. In one fluid motion, he rode her body onto the bed and was settled between her legs. She grabbed his face and kissed him, and he thrust into her soaked entrance. She’d gotten off on the spanking. Big time.

He fucked her like a depraved man. He couldn’t help himself. He pumped into her so hard he half-expected her to break or the bed to. Something was going to give. He just knew it.

Teresa wrapped her legs around his waist and countered his thrust. She moaned, her voice velvet to him. He kept going, kept thrusting into her. She met him thrust for thrust, never giving an ounce. His woman had more spirit than he’d given her credit for. She was right. She was hardly fragile.

The swollen lips of her pussy tugged at him as her channel clenched his cock tight. He wanted to explode. First she needed to be seen to. He rubbed his lower half just right against hers, knowing her clit would be stimulated. Teresa tossed her head back and cried out his name as her body tightened completely around his.

Jake loved seeing her orgasm. Loved knowing he’d caused it.

He pushed in and held firm, allowing his own release before putting his forehead to hers.

She wrapped her arms around his neck. “I love you too, Jake.”

J
ake held
the barn door in place with Kaleb Smith’s help as Tyson handled the hinges. The storms that had been blowing through the area had done a number on two of the stables. Mending was in order and couldn’t be put off until the other ranch hands arrived. Kaleb didn’t work on the ranch directly anymore but had spent time in his teenage years as a resident. He was a Garnes Boy, no two ways about it. Just like Tyson and Jake.

Kaleb’s brown hair blew into his face as the wind gusted in. He held tight to the large door. “If this shit keeps up we’re gonna get blown straight to Oz.”

Tyson snorted. “You’d want to tap Dorothy’s ass.”

With a manly grunt, Kaleb nodded. “What man wouldn’t?”

Jake shook his head. His friends were morons.

Kaleb nudged him. “Speaking of tapin’ asses. Tyson filled me in on Teresa bein’ home. Glad you could pick up the phone and let me know.”

“I’m not stupid,” Jake stated, positioning the door so Tyson could get the bottom hinge on. “I wanted to stake my claim before you sunk your womanizing claws into her.”

Kaleb laughed. “I’m not that bad.”

“Yes, you are,” Tyson and Jake said together.

They finished with the door and all three stepped back to test it. It swung shut without issue. They went to work putting on the hardware needed to latch it shut. Jake glanced to the right. In the center of the yard was the old door, lying in pieces. The storm had made it unusable.

Tyson looked towards it too. “I’ll have some men clean that up when they get in later today. Their help was needed by the river with sandbags. Garnes and I decided it was best they helped in town today.”

“Understood.”

Kaleb cast them a sideways look. “So I get stuck havin’ to help you two?”

“Shut up,” Tyson said with a snort and a punch to Kaleb’s shoulder. The two wrestled around a bit, putting one another in varying forms of headlocks before patting each other on the back in a very manly fashion.

“I’m hungry,” said Tyson, patting his non-existent gut. “What do you say we head up to the main house and see what the ladies have rounded up for grub?”

“I’m in,” added Kaleb. Jake hadn’t ever known Kaleb to turn down a meal. The guy could put the food away, that much was for sure.

Jake shrugged. “Might as well check in on them while we’re there.”

T
eresa rinsed
the strainer full of strawberries and then allowed them to drain before setting the strainer on paper towels. She glanced to her left as Lexie stood there, making melon balls. Teresa had been with Jake now a month and was going stir crazy. When Lexie had asked Teresa to come up to the main house and help Garnes Ranch prepare for one of the many fundraisers they did for underprivileged youths, Teresa had jumped at the olive branch extended. Teresa hadn’t just left Jake all those years ago. She’d walked out on her friends too.

Lexie being one of them.

They’d been working in relative silence for the past hour, and the tension was thick enough to cut with a knife. With a sigh, Teresa faced Lexie. “I’m sorry.”

Lexie tensed but continued making melon balls.

“I’m sorry I took off without warning. I’m sorry I didn’t call or write, and I’m sorry I stayed away so long.” There. It was finally out in the air. She waited, unsure of Lexie’s reaction.

Lexie bent her head, and when she finally did look to Teresa, it was with tear-filled eyes. “I thought you were dead. Most of us did.”

A lump formed in Teresa’s throat. She could understand why they’d think as much. She’d done a fine job disappearing under the radar. At first it had been because she didn’t know any better, and then it had become necessity.

Lexie wiped her hands on a towel. “My father even had people looking for you.”

Teresa’s brow knit. Why would Luther Garnes care about her?

“Because you were one of my best friends and you vanished,” Lexie responded, answering her unspoken question. “And it tore Jake apart. He lost it. Big time. I remember Tyson and the other guys pulling him out of too many bar fights to count and having a whole heapin’ mound of crap to deal with when it came to his behavior.”

Teresa closed her eyes a moment, her emotions still lodged in her throat. “I’m so sorry.”

“Why did you go?”

Putting a shaky hand on the counter, Teresa gained control of her emotions and steadied herself. “Too many reasons to sum it all up on the spot.”

“Try anyways,” demanded Lexie. The somber look on Lexie’s face spoke of the seriousness of the situation. “Did it have something to do with your mother’s man of the week?”

Teresa winced as she remembered her mother’s boyfriend from years ago. He’d been ten levels of sleazebag and had threatened to do the most horrible things to Jake if she dared to see him again. He’d had a sick obsession with her. A slight nod was all she could manage.

Lexie moved to the sink and washed her hands free from the sticky melon. She then stepped close to Teresa. “I never told Jake everything I overheard when your mother was home.”

“Thank you.”

“He’d have buried the bitch,” Lexie said sternly.

“I know. It’s why I kept so much from him.” Teresa tightened her grip on the counter. “Bubba, the then boyfriend, used to threaten Jake.”

“Not to Jake’s face, because Jake would have laid him out. You know that as well as I do,” Lexie stated clearly. “In fact, he did beat the tar out of Bubba once or twice back then.”

Teresa exhaled slowly. She knew more about the Garnes boys and their sexual likes than she cared to admit, because before she’d left Jake had been open about it all. “Lex, Jake has similar tastes as Tyson.”

“By tastes you mean kink factor?”

“Yes,” said Teresa in a low voice. “How did you handle it all back then?”

“I didn’t,” her friend confessed. “Ty waited to make his move until I was out of college. Had he tried before I left, I’d have probably run screaming from him.”

Teresa gave her a knowing look.

Lexie paled. “Oh, honey, Jake confessed what he wanted back then?”

She nodded.

“And you did run, didn’t you?”

“I did,” she said, feeling like a fool. “I was young and dumb. I should have talked to him. I should have explained how I felt about it all—that it scared me then. He’d have listened.”

“Yes. He would have,” Lexie said. “Because he loves you.”

Teresa fiddled with the paper towel the strawberry strainer was on. “Jake used to talk to me about his childhood.”

Lexie gasped.

“It wasn’t good. You know that.”

Lexie inclined her head.

Teresa continued, “He’d talk for hours to me as we held hands and snuggled under that old oak on my grandpa’s property. He used to go on and on about never wanting kids because he didn’t want the responsibility, and he didn’t want to ever turn into his parents—deadbeat douchebags. He still worries about becoming a parent. One of the first things he did now was take me to his doctor to get me on birth control.”

Lexie eased even closer. “Yes. I can see him saying that back then. And I can see why he’s worried now. You did run out on him once. Don’t you think he’s entitled to protect himself and to worry? Why the hell would he want to start a family with a flight risk? In case you’re wondering, you’re the risk.”

Teresa hung her head in shame. “I know. I did run. It was wrong. Things are different now.”

“Tell me why this is all a factor?”

With a heavy heart Teresa locked gazes with her friend. “We had sex.”

“Yeah, Tyson and I can hear you screaming in pleasure,” she said with a laugh.

“I mean, Jake and I had sex before I ever ran out on him. We weren’t careful.”

Lexie cupped her mouth. “Pregnant?”

“I thought so, yes,” Teresa confessed. “It was a false alarm, but I didn’t know that back then. I was young and scared. I knew Jake didn’t want to be a father and thought he’d assume I was trying to trap him. He picked then to tell me everything he liked to do in the bedroom—things I’d never heard of. Things that terrified me. I didn’t think I could be what he wanted, and I knew he didn’t want a baby. My home situation was crap. I panicked and I ran. I didn’t ever look back. I just kept running.”

“You must have looked back at least once,” Lexie said, hugging her. “You’re home now.”

“I tried to move on—to move past Jake. I dated other men. A few were sweet and nice, but one was anything but. He scared me and got wrapped up in bad things—illegal things. I realized I’d run from the unknown with Jake, a great man, to the hands of a not-so-great man with a dark heart. I took only what I could grab quickly and I bolted. If Hale ever shows, he’ll cause problems here. I just know it.”

Lexie glanced past Teresa but kept hugging her. “Oh, I’m guessing if Hale ever shows, he’ll find himself getting the tar beat out of him by three hunky cowboys with tempers that know no bounds.”

“Three what?” Teresa asked, turning slightly. She gasped. Jake, Tyson and Kaleb stood just inside the large archway to the kitchen. She’d not seen Kaleb since before she’d left and he’d filled out too. He was now extremely muscular, even more so than Tyson and Jake, and they were hardly shabby.

Tyson put his arm out and Lexie moved quickly to him as he pulled her into a hug. Kaleb ran a hand through his tasseled hair and cleared his throat. “I’ll, uh, say my hellos another time.”

Jake’s jaw was set. He stormed towards her and caught her elbow firmly. She gasped. He moved her in the direction of the back door. “Sorry, Lexie, I’m takin’ your helper for the day.”

“Understood,” Lexie said.

Teresa cast a pleading look at her friend. Lexie offered a soft, warm smile. “Trust him.”