Bound, Branded, & Brazen (35 page)

She did, smiling as she planted her hands on the waist-high windowsill.

He pressed a kiss to the small of her back, then ran his tongue over the spot where her tattoo was.

“I like this.”

She shivered, heard him tear the condom packet, and then he was behind her, his cock easing inside her. She tilted her head back and settled into the sweet sensation of Walker filling her, her body breaking out in goose bumps all over as if this was a monumental thing.

Every time with him was a monumental thing. It had never been like this with anyone else.

He pulled out, then thrust in again, this time a little harder. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up as lightning lit the room. She felt as charged as the electricity surging around them, and backed up against Walker’s shaft, impaling herself on the rigid steel that gave her such pleasure.

She gripped the windowsill. “More. Harder.”

He powered inside her again, holding onto her hips as he thrust and withdrew again and again, dragging his cockhead along her sensitive tissues. More goose bumps broke out along her skin as she was both chilled and heated from the force of Walker’s lovemaking. Oh, the things the man could do to her.

He bent over, his lips caressing her ear as he whispered to her, “Your pussy is like hot silk, Jolene, squeezing me every time I fuck hard inside you. You like it like that?”

“Yes,” she said, panting as he rolled his hips against her ass, wrapping his arm around her and lifting her upright. Now he was powering up and into her while his hands roamed over her breasts, teasing her nipples until sensation shot right to her core, only adding to the delicious shots of pleasure that threatened to topple her in a heap.

Outside, the storm raged on, just like the one battering at her from inside her body, beating at her to come, to scream, to reach the edge and go flying over. But she held back, waiting for Walker. She wasn’t going without him.

But as each thrust of his cock brought her closer, she wanted more. She reached down and worked her fingers across her swollen clit.

“Oh, yeah,” Walker said behind her, taking her breast in his hand and sliding his thumb over one nipple. “Make yourself come, Jolene. I wanna feel you go off when I’m inside you.”

She slid her fingers along the bud, each time feeling her pussy tighten around Walker’s cock.

“I’m close, Walker. Come with me.”

“I will. You come and I’ll shoot right inside you.” He had both breasts in his hands now, using his thumb and forefinger to roll over her nipples. The combination of pleasure and delicious pain was more than she could take. She quickened the movements of her hand over her clit, and shattered, coming as hard as the torrential downpour outside.

“Walker” was all she could manage as her orgasm blinded her. She gripped his arms and held on while he thrust her off her feet, impaling her on his cock as he came shuddering against her, bending her over and wrapping his arms around her while they both rode out their climaxes.

Panting and sweating, Walker lifted her into his arms and carried her into the bathroom. After they cleaned up, they found their clothes, dressed and snuggled together on the sofa.

The rain had begun to let up, now only a shadow of the fierce storm it had been earlier.

Jolene snuggled against Walker’s chest and listened to the sound of his heartbeat, realizing how comfortable she could be with him. It wasn’t even necessary that they talk. Just being with him was enough. And when she wasn’t with him, she wanted to be.

Like recently. Just a few days apart and she’d missed him. Despite her hurt and anger, she’d still craved his touch, being near him. She’d even missed working side by side with him.

And yes, the sex was phenomenal, but it had become more than that.

Much more.

Because she felt him deep in her heart, a place she’d never let a man in before.

She didn’t exactly know what she was going to do about that, because of all the men she’d ever known before, Walker had the most potential to hurt her.

The question was, could she take the chance of allowing that to happen?

A part of her still wondered about him, if he was being completely honest with her about his reasons for treating her the way he did, for not wanting anyone to know about the two of them. Walker didn’t seem to be the kind of guy to worry over his job, or to be concerned about who held what station, or whether she was the boss and he was a hand. Those kinds of dynamics didn’t matter in ranching, to her, to anyone for that matter.

There had to be something else he wasn’t telling her.

But what?

Some deep, dark secret? If it was, he didn’t trust her enough to tell her about it.

Could she give her heart completely to someone who didn’t trust her with his?

“maybe the problem is that walker only sees you as
the big boss, the owner of the Bar M, a coworker. Maybe he doesn’t see you as a woman.”

Jolene cocked her head to the side and stared at Valerie. “Huh?”

Brea nodded, studying her. “I see what she’s saying. Look at you, Jo.”

Jolene looked down at her jeans, her workboots, and held out her arms. Plain blue work shirt, same thing she wore every damn day. “What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?”

Valerie sighed and shook her head. They were sitting in Jolene’s bedroom talking about the annual town picnic tomorrow, and Jolene had filled them in about her concerns with Walker.

“The problem is you look like every other cowboy Walker works with.”

Jolene rolled her eyes. “So?”

“So he can’t separate the work you from the woman you because they’re one and the same.” Valerie pointed to her. “That’s all he sees. Ever.”

“Trust me. Walker knows what’s underneath these clothes. He’s seen me naked. We’ve had sex.”

“Too much information, little sister,” Brea said, holding her hand out, palm facing Jolene. “Don’t need to hear about your sex life.”

“Then I don’t get it. How does what I wear have anything to do with Walker’s problem?”

Valerie opened the door to Jolene’s closet. In it were blue jeans, work shirts and some tank tops, and a few skirts and dresses she rarely wore.

Jolene put her hands on her hips. “So?”

“So maybe he’d stop thinking of you as the boss of the Bar M—
his
boss—if you’d stop looking like it all the damn time.” Valerie closed the closet door. “What were you planning to wear to the picnic?”

Jolene shrugged. “Jeans and a tank top. My boots.”

Valerie rolled her eyes. “See? That’s exactly what I’m talking about. Tomorrow is a perfect time to let your hair down, literally. Get a manicure and pedicure. Wear sandals. A dress.”

“I get pedicures in town on occasion. Manicures are wasted on me since I work with my hands all day. And a dress?” Jolene wrinkled her nose. “Can’t win the potato sack race in a dress.”

“Then don’t enter the potato sack race this year. Gah, Jolene, how old are you anyway?”

“Hey, I like that race.” So did all the kids. And she loved running it with the kids, dammit.

Brea laughed. “This year maybe you could win a man instead.”

Jolene sighed and flopped onto her bed, twining her fingers together and pulling her hands behind her head. “You might have a point. He’s never seen me in anything but jeans and boots. It might be fun to . . . dress up for him.”

But did she even know how to wear a dress? She only did that for special occasions. It wasn’t required for ranchers, and that included her.

Brea’s eyes twinkled and her grin was a mile wide. “Trust me, there’s nothing a man likes more than a woman wearing a dress. The things you can do in a dress . . . the things a man can do to you when you’re wearing a dress . . .”

Jolene shot Brea a look. “Now who’s giving too much information?”

Brea shrugged and continued to smile like the getting-sex-all-the-damn-time, contented, happy woman she was.

Jolene stared into her closet, wrinkling her nose as she scanned the skimpy choice of skirts and dresses she had available. “Okay. So who’s got a picnic-type dress to loan me?”

“Oh no,” Valerie said, hopping to her feet. “We’re going into town today. You’re getting a manicure and a pedicure, and a spray tan to cover up the farmer’s tan lines you’ve got. And then we’re going shopping.”

“I’ve got too many things to do today.”

“You can afford to take a day off. Tell Mason to assign whatever it is you have to do to someone else,” Brea said, sliding off the bed and dragging Jolene with her. “You’re spending the day with your sisters.”

 

 

by noon the next day, jolene was sitting in the
SUV with Mason, Valerie, Gage and Brea, her heart lodged firmly in her throat.

Her body was tan—all over. That was an experience she didn’t care to repeat anytime soon. Standing near naked in a booth while someone sprayed you with cold . . . stuff. The things women did in the name of beauty were beyond her. But she had to admit the end result was excellent.

She’d loved the manicure and pedicure, though, had enjoyed sitting in the salon and relaxing with her sisters, being pampered while someone buffed and polished her nails. She now sported a pretty pink color on her fingernails and toenails, and even had a white flower painted on each of her big toes. Very cute.

And with a begrudging nod to her sisters, she had to admit the dress was comfortable enough. The last color in the world she ever thought she’d wear was pink.

Yet here she was, decked out with pink toenails and pink fingernails. A pale pink dress with yellow flowers hugged her upper body from the bust to her waist, then billowed out past her hips so it swirled around her when she twirled. And okay, she might have twirled when she saw herself in the mirror. And Valerie insisted she buy sandals that had a little bit of a heel on them, even though Jolene figured she’d fall on her ass as soon as she tried to walk in them. But they looked cute with the dress, so what the hell. If she fell, she’d be the first to laugh at herself.

Her sisters were equally as beautiful. Valerie wore a red sundress that crisscrossed in the back and showed off her slender figure, and Brea looked stunning in a copper-colored dress that made her auburn hair sparkle like it was on fire. Gage couldn’t take his eyes off her. It was a good thing Jolene had sat in the back with them to keep her eye on them, or the way the two of them were gaping at each other there might have been some action going on back there.

They’d made potato salad and pies for the town picnic. Okay, Lila had done most of the pie baking, but she’d allowed Valerie, Brea and Jolene to take over the kitchen to make potato salad.

Jolene liked having her sisters back. She loved Lila, couldn’t have survived all those years after her mom died without Lila’s loving support. She was as close to a mother as Jolene could remember having.

But there was something about having her sisters around, sharing secrets, getting close to them again, that made her heart clench. She hadn’t realized until they came back how much she’d missed them. How much she needed them. How lonely and empty her life had been without them.

Tears sprang up and she blinked in rapid succession. Valerie would kill her if she smeared the makeup she’d insisted Jolene wear.

“Are you crying?” Brea reached over and slid her hand in Jolene’s.

“No.”

Valerie turned around and looked over the front seat. “Jolene. There are tears in your eyes. What’s wrong?”

Dammit. She looked to Valerie, then Brea. “I was just thinking how awesome it is to have both of you here. I hadn’t realized how much I needed you both until you came back.”

There was a dead silence for several seconds, then a lot of sniffling.

“Well, goddamn,” Mason said, shaking his head. “Pass around the Kleenex box.”

“No one told me it was going to get all hormonal in here,” Gage said. “I’d have taken the truck.”

Brea elbowed him and laughed, then sniffed and grabbed a tissue. “Shut up.” She leaned over and put her arm around Jolene. “I missed you. And Valerie. I didn’t realize how much I needed the two of you, either, until I came back to the ranch.”

Valerie dabbed her eyes. “Ditto. I love both of you and can’t imagine my life anywhere but with my family.”

“I’m going to pull over and let all three of you out to walk the rest of the way if you don’t knock it off,” Mason said, shaking his head.

Gage made a mocking sniffle. “Now I might cry, too.”

Jolene laughed then. “Okay, sorry. Waterworks over.”

They pulled onto one of the side streets and found a place to park near the main street. It was still early, but the lines of traffic were already starting to get longer as people from all the neighboring ranches and surrounding towns filed in. Food, carnival rides and games abounded as the main street in town was closed off for the annual picnic. Booths were set up from various vendors offering food and craft items, rides had been brought in for the daring and those with strong stomachs, and there’d be entertainment on one of the stages set up at the end of the street. Clowns wandered in and out of the throng, making up balloon animals for the kids.

“I’m heading for the beer tent,” Mason said as soon as they reached the main street.

“I’m with you,” Gage said.

Valerie rolled her eyes. “I’ll meet you there as soon as we drop off the food.”

Jolene laughed. “I’ll take it. You go on ahead.”

“You sure?”

She nodded and grabbed the bags containing the pies and potato salad. The food table was only a block away, so she got there in no time at all, dropped off the food and stopped to talk to one of the neighboring ranch owners’ wives who was in charge of setting out the food.

Melinda Carson was well into her sixties, and still fit and trim from all the time she spent working the ranch. No doubt her three grandchildren under the age of five and running circles around her accounted for burning a lot of calories, too.