Leather and Lust (5 page)

His friend’s eyes widened. “Come again.”

Oh, he had every intention of doing that. Over and over until the week ended and he and Jillian parted ways. He went on to explain how Jillian had ended up at the ranch, leaving very little detail out. Just talking about it had him hard with wanting her again.

“Hell, Jackson,” Brady said, “I wish I had your kind of luck. She sounds hot.”

“You have no idea.”

Just then Jillian stepped into the barn, drawing both men’s gazes her way.

“Damn,” Brady muttered as he whipped off his Stetson.

Jackson swallowed hard as he drank in the sight of his temporary guest. She had changed out of her tattered suit and into a low-cut, breast-hugging tank top, no bra underneath to hide those taut peaks, and a pair of really short shorts. Her feet were bare, displaying cherry red toenails that matched her freshly applied lipstick. His already semi-hard cock sprang to life.

“I’m sorry,” she said, her gaze darting between the two men. “I thought you were alone out here.”

Jackson walked over to slip an arm around her waist, wanting to ease her discomfort. “Jillian, this is my ranch foreman and good friend, Brady Taggart. Brady, this is my houseguest, Jillian Summers.”

The man’s slow perusal of her body had Jillian blushing. Jackson’s thumb skimming the underside of her breast while his friend looked on didn’t help matters.

“It’s nice to meet you,” she managed with a smile.

“I have to admit I wish I’d met you first,” he drawled, returning her smile.

Brady was tall and lean like Jackson, only his hair was light brown, streaked with varying shades of gold. He was almost as handsome as Jackson, but she preferred her cowboy lover’s dark hair and even darker eyes.

“Did you need something?” Jackson asked her, ignoring his friend’s last comment.

Yes, she did. She needed more of what he’d given her on the side of the road. Jillian glanced toward Brady and then back to Jackson. “No.” She lowered her gaze to the straw littered floor at her feet. “I was just...well, I-”

“Brady, you can call it a night,” Jackson said, his eyes never leaving her. “Jillian and I would like a little privacy.”

Brady slapped his hat back onto his head. “I can take a hint.” He flashed another toothy grin as he tipped his hat her way. “Pleasure to meet you.”

“Same here,” she replied.

“Reckon we’ll be seeing you around. If you need anything while you’re here, all you have to do is ask.”

“I’ll see to her needs,” Jackson warned, his thumb stroking the underside of her breast in wider, more possessive sweeps.

She resisted the urge to squirm as Brady’s gaze zeroed in on Jackson’s bold caress. The old Jillian would have been embarrassed by the public display, but the new, sexually uninhibited Jillian wasn’t. Not in the least. There was something wildly arousing about having another man watch as Jackson touched her. Especially when she saw the flicker of desire come to life in his foreman’s amber eyes.

Brady gave her another once-over and then shot a knowing grin to Jackson before leaving.

The door had barely closed behind the foreman’s departing form when Jackson turned her in his arms and drew her to him. “I thought he’d never leave,” he said, brushing his mouth over hers.

“He knows why I’m here, doesn’t he?”

“If you’re asking if he knows that I’m gonna strip every single piece of clothing from your body...” He cupped her breasts through the thin cotton of her tank with a groan, his thumbs circling their hardened peaks.

So much for the clean underwear she’d changed into before coming to the barn. Desire, hot and wet, dripped from her pussy, dampening her panties.

Cupping her ass, he dragged her up against his erection, whispering in her ear, “Does he know that I’m gonna peel this shirt off those big, beautiful breasts of yours, freeing them to my hands, my mouth...”

He did just that. Slowly. Thoroughly. Tossing her shirt aside as he lowered his head to tease a taut nub with his tongue. When he stopped, lifting his head, she groaned in protest.

“Or do you mean,” he continued huskily, “does he know that I’m gonna undo these ass baring shorts you put on just to make me hard...” His fingers flicked open the tiny silver button at the top of her shorts, his low, raspy voice filling her ears. “And that I’m gonna push them down past the soft curve of your hips until they slide down those long, sexy legs...”

She would have argued that she hadn’t worn those shorts just for him. That she would be getting something from his wanting her, too, but she couldn’t speak. Couldn’t do anything but stand there, letting his words seduce her into a mindless puddle of need.

“If you mean does Brady know that I’m gonna cup your sweet mound and slide my finger in and out of your hot, wet, pussy, then yes.” A man of his word, he pushed her panties aside to slip his finger into the gathering moisture of her sex, stroking her. Once. Twice. Until her hips jerked forward, pleading for more. With a groan, he thrust his finger deeper inside her.

She cried out as her body pulsed around his questing finger, her orgasm coming fast and hard. She sagged against him for support, her legs trembling beneath her.

But Jackson wasn’t through with his seduction. He walked her back until she was pressed against the fence of an empty stall, his heated gaze sweeping over her. “You can bet Brady’s in his room right now, wishing it were his hands touching your naked body instead.” He knelt in front of her, peeling her panties downward as he went.

“He’s probably got his jeans shucked down around his ankles, his cock in his hand, stroking it, imagining it sheathed inside your hot little cunt instead. Right where my aching cock is gonna be after I’ve finished tasting you.”

Her legs nearly gave out. The images his words created in her mind combined with the teasing sweep of his tongue along the slick seam of her pussy had her trembling with need.

Jackson urged her legs apart. “Open for me, Jillian. Let me taste you again.”

Her head fell back with a tortured groan, her fingernails digging deeper in the shirt covering his broad shoulders. “I...I can’t take anymore.”

“You’re gonna take a whole lot more before I’m through,” he said in murmured sensual promise.

“Jackson...” came her whispered plea.

“Tell me what you want.” His voice was deep and husky with need.

“I want you to fuck me.”

“I am,” he teased, his tongue darting inside her again.

Was he ever. But she needed more. “With your cock,” she muttered weakly. “I need you to fuck me with your cock.”

He rose, stepping away to remove his boots and jeans.

Her gaze fell on the impressive bulge straining against the clinging boxer briefs he wore. She reached out to drag them downward, needing to touch the extended flesh beneath. The second he stepped out of them, she cupped his balls.

Jackson hissed, his head dropping back as her fingers curled around his cock and worked their way up and down the hardened shaft. A drop of moisture shimmered at the reddened tip beneath the overhead lights. Jillian licked her lips, tempted to take him into her mouth.

“And I intend to again. But if those sweet lips of yours so much as brush across my cock I’ll be a goner.” He peeled off the t-shirt he’d changed into when they’d arrived. “And I’m nowhere near done loving you.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a condom.

She stayed his hand. “I’m on the pill. I want to feel you inside me.” She glanced down. “All of you.”

He hesitated for only a moment before tossing the packet aside. Then he reached out and spun her around to face the empty stall she’d been leaning against.

“What are you doing?” she asked, her words a scant whisper.

“Pleasuring you, darlin’. Now bend over and grab onto that rung in front of you.”

Desire surged through her making her shudder.

“Am I gonna have to tie you up?” he asked when she hesitated.

“Maybe,” she said, flashing him a sexy smile over her shoulder.

Grinning, he stepped over to the wall where a coil of rope hung, unwinding it as he walked back to her. “Bend over, darlin’.”

A thrill of excitement shot through her. She did as he commanded, placing her hands atop the middle railing.

Jackson stepped up beside her and wrapped the rope around her wrists, binding them to the wooden rail. Not tight enough to rub her flesh raw, but enough to let her know who was in control.

She had never been more turned on in her life. Standing there, her naked body open to his heated gaze, his willing captive to do with whatever he pleased.

Her hands secured, he stepped around behind her with a playful slap on her bare backside. “You have a beautiful ass.”

She squeezed her thighs together.

“Don’t do that,” he ordered, his voice tight. “I wanna see you. All of you.”

The straw on the floor behind her crunched as he knelt to run his hands up her inner thighs. His fingers stopped their ascent mere inches from her dripping pussy.

Jillian arched her back and swiveled her hips. “Jackson...”

“Just admiring the view.” Parting her with his fingers, he leaned in to love her again with his mouth.

She whimpered softly, her body arching even more.

“That’s it, darlin’, let yourself go.” His fingers join his tongue on the sensual foray of her quivering pussy.

Jillian’s head dropped down, her legs nearly giving way beneath her as her body shuddered in orgasm. She sagged against the railing, panting.

Jackson’s large hands grasped her hips, lifting her, giving her no chance for a reprieve before his fingers were dipping into her again. “Lean in. I want you bending over the rail when I take you.”

She leaned in as much as she could with her hands tied to the rail. The swollen head of his cock teased her slick, heated flesh, rubbing up and down her slit until she was squirming with need.

She couldn’t speak. All she could do was close her eyes and feel. Feel his fingers stroking her. Feel his cock spreading her. Feel the glorious pressure of that long, thick, rigid part of his body pushing into her, little by little, while his large, very capable hands, grasped her hips to steady her.

“Oh, God,” she groaned as he filled her. Her nails sank into the wood as her grip tightened.

“Oh, God, is right,” Jackson muttered through clenched teeth. His hips stilled and he buried his face in her hair. “You’re so tight. I can’t take it.”

“No,” she argued softly. “You’re just really big.” She arched her back, raising her ass, and pushed against him, sinking his cock even deeper into her willing body.

“Geezus, Jillian,” he gasped, his grip tightening.

“Fuck me, Jackson,” she pleaded. “I want it deep. Hard. I want your cock exploding inside of me.”

He let out an animal-like growl and thrust into her, pumping his hips, his balls slapping against her skin in a determined rhythm. Those relentless strokes maddening, driving.

His husky groans and impassioned thrusts sent her tumbling over the edge. Jackson followed a few more pounding strokes later, filling her body with the warmth of his release.

When the shudders racking his body finally eased, he braced his hands on the top rail of the fence above her and hung his head. “I’ll never survive this week.”

She smiled up at him, liking the control she’d felt when she’d dragged him over the edge with her. “Maybe not,” she replied, rubbing against him. “But what a way to go.”

CHAPTER FOUR

Jillian awoke to the feel of Jackson’s strong arms wrapped snuggly around her. Just as she had for the past five mornings. It felt so right being there at the ranch with him. So much so it scared her. When had she let her guard down with him and made herself vulnerable to real feelings?

She ran a fingertip along his strong, proud jaw in a light caress. Did he feel the connection between them? Not the sexual one, that was a given. But something more. Something deeper.

Don’t be a fool,
her mind warned.
You’ve already had your heart broken once. Stop looking for something that isn’t there.

“Morning.”

His gaze fell on her lips. “Why the frown?”

She forced a smile. “I’m not frowning. Just thinking.”

“About what?”

She ran her fingers down his chest, tracing its hard, muscular contours. “Nothing really.”