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“You’re gonna be real sorry when we get back to the house.” Just then a yearling calf bounded out from behind the windbreak and Bye had to take off after him. “Wait there,” he yelled as he threw the lariat and dropped it around the creature’s neck.

“He’s bawling. You hurt him.” Karen came up beside him as he dragged the calf between two tall, skinny pines and out into the pasture. She looked sympathetically at the beast that had managed to elude fifty cowboys for the better part of two days.

Bye tied off the rope on his saddle horn. “He’s not hurt. He’s just mad. If he’s not careful he’ll end up in Maria’s kitchen as veal chops and scallopini.”

When Karen shuddered, Bye figured she wasn’t likely to be an eager witness to the more cruel aspects of raising cattle. “Don’t worry, softhearted little girl. We don’t slaughter our beeves here. They go to feed lots in Lubbock, and from there into the food chain. This guy, though—maybe I’ll make an exception. I’m thinking he’d taste pretty good on the table at the wedding reception. He’s just the right size to barbecue whole.”

“God no. You wouldn’t do that to him.” She looked horrified at the thought.

“Okay, since I don’t want my sweetheart mad at me, I’ll let him live. Actually, he may be one of the little bull calves that Four has marked to save from the knife. I hope so, because he’s got the kind of spunk we like to breed in our herd.”

“You mean…”

“Yes, sweetheart, all but a very few of the bull calves will be castrated as well as branded. It doesn’t work very well to have pastures full of horny bull calves, and they make better beef if they’re cut. The few that aren’t are put out in pastures separate from each other and the cows.”

Karen looked confused. “If you keep the bulls away from the cows, how do you get calves?”

“Artificial insemination. That way one bull can sire upward of a hundred thousand calves, so ranchers need fewer bulls and can only use the best specimens for breeding. We have a team of stockmen who are specially trained for the job. They collect semen from each bull two or three times a week, using a trained steer as a mount and an artificial vagina to collect the semen, except for one excellent but really mean bull. Since he won’t tolerate much handling, they have to use an electroejaculator on him. The semen is marked, frozen and either sold to other ranchers or used on our own cows.”

“So cows don’t get to have the fun of having sex?”

“Nope. Neither do bulls, unless they enjoy humping a steer or get a thrill when the electric probe jolts them in the ass. Unfair, isn’t it?” Bye laughed out loud. “Neither cows nor bulls seem to mind as long as they get plenty of good pasture grass and water, with some high-protein feed thrown in for snacks. Let’s get this calf up to the pens, and head back home. All this talk about sex has me horny.”

“Me too.”

* * * * *

Karen lay back in the marble-lined hot tub in Bye’s bathroom, letting the jets massage muscles she’d abused this afternoon. After placing a small chest behind her, Bye took a seat on the other side of the tub, soaking away the grime he’d accumulated chasing calves. They’d been waylaid for nearly an hour by Maria once they got back from the roundup, to go over a guest list that seemed to be growing a little more each day, and to okay the menu for the reception.

“You sure you don’t want a barbecued calf at our reception? I’m sure the hands would all enjoy it.” Bye’s blue eyes twinkled with mischief. “I could ask Diego to freeze the Rocky Mountain oysters so we could serve them to our guests—they’re considered delicacies in some circles.”

“Quit teasing me.” Karen could tell he was just having fun, because he’d made it clear to Maria that their reception fare would consist of the three-course sit-down dinner they’d decided upon earlier, none of the courses including anything resembling whole calves or bulls’ balls. “I want to order the cakes from the bakery in town. It’s too much to expect Maria to make it with everything else she’ll have to do.”

“Oh, Maria won’t make the cake. Her mom, Alicia, used to be the housekeeper here until she retired. She’s made every birthday cake and party cake for as long as I can remember, and she’d be hurt if we didn’t let her do the cakes for our wedding. Besides, I think Maria lives to put parties together. Let’s not get her upset.”

Karen felt as if she’d been caught up in a storm, transported to some fantasy land. She didn’t mind, though, as long as she had Bye. “Okay. Just so long as nobody is going to bring out a whole barbecued calf on some kind of humongous platter. I can’t even picture anybody having a container big enough to put it on.”

“It’s usually served on a suitably decorated piece of plywood, honey.”

She shuddered. “I want to be able to enjoy our day and not throw up on the plane, all the way to Cabo.”

“You will enjoy it, sweetheart. Next Saturday’s going to be the most memorable day of either of our lives.” He got up and came to her. “I hope you’re not too sore for a little loving.”

“Never.” She loved the way he sometimes touched her as though she were made of fragile crystal, but she wanted more. “You couldn’t possibly pound my backside as hard as I pounded it on the saddle this afternoon.”

“Wanna bet? Stand up, turn around, bend over and spread your pretty legs.”

When she did, he cupped her breasts in his hands, squeezing rhythmically. She felt his cock under the water, pressing up against her vagina. The jets of water tickled the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.

“How does this feel, sweetheart?”

“Incredible. Except that I can’t touch you.”

He bent over and nipped at her throat. “That’s how I want it. I want to devour you. Open that chest that’s right in front of me and give me whatever you find that you’d like me to use to make you happy.” When she lifted her head, he pushed it back down. “No fair peeking. Just reach your hand inside and give me the first thing you come upon.”

The first thing she touched was a round ball. No way was that coming out of the chest. Instead she closed her fingers around what felt like a pair of nipple clamps. As she brought them out, he started to pull on her nipples. “I love the way they swell and turn pink when I pinch them. I bet you’ll like the feel of those.”

He’d never used them on her before. She had the distinct impression he wasn’t particularly fond of toys, but he must have realized she was. “Let’s see.”

When he fit them onto her elongated flesh and tightened the screws, it hurt, but it also had her tingling all over. Her cunt creamed. “Like this?”

“Oh yeah.” She liked it. What would she pull out next? Her hand closed around something large and cock-shaped, with some kind of harness attached. “What is this?”

“A second cock. The only kind you’re ever likely to have fuck your ass ever again. You seemed to like it when Jack and I fucked you at the same time.”

“So you’re not planning to fuck my ass yourself?”

He twisted the screws a little tighter on her nipples. “I’d tear you in half. Lie on your stomach, with your ass and cunt open to me while I put condoms on both my cocks.” When she did she saw he’d put the harness on and positioned the sheathed, modestly proportioned dildo above his massive, equally sheathed cock. Then, he worked two meaty fingers past her anal sphincter and worked them around inside.

It hurt, but she wanted whatever he was willing to give her. “Do you want us inside you?”

“Yes, Master.” It wasn’t the club, and this wasn’t a scene, but he’d taken complete charge of her pleasure.

He lifted her butt and used his hand to position the dildo. His cock knew its way around her pussy, and it slid over that slick flesh and inside her cunt at the same time he worked the dildo up her ass. Her breasts ached. Her cunt and ass were full to the point of pain, but when he started thrusting in and out, the pain began to morph into exquisite pleasure. “There’s nothing on earth I wouldn’t do for you.”

She believed it. Her whole body shook with the force of the sensual assault. His heavy testicles beat against her clit as he fucked both her holes, and that enhanced her pleasure. “Oh God, I can’t take any more.”

“Come, sweetheart. Show me you can come with only me, without anybody watching or us watching anybody else. I want you. All of you, loving me.”

“I do. God but I do love you.” She bit her hand to hold back a scream as the first waves of satisfaction coursed through her. “Yesss.”

Later, as they lay in Bye’s bed, the house phone rang. “Four is back. He wants to talk to us downstairs.”

* * * * *

Four had made his apology to Slade and come out of the meeting with all his bones intact. Ms. Hudson had told Karen the next day that she thought her father might come around, but not to count on a miracle happening any time soon. Now, today was their wedding day and Bye stood in the garden by the makeshift altar, wishing he could give his bride the one gift she wanted most. The one gift that was beyond his ability to produce—Slade Oakley, sober and ready to celebrate his daughter’s marriage.

Bye took her wedding band out of his pocket and read the inscription inside.
Love & peace, BC5 & KO
said as much of what was in his heart as the jeweler could fit in the small space. The bluebelles etched on the outside matched the ones on his mom’s engagement ring. He smiled at Karen’s belief that his grandfather had chosen them because he’d loved the flowers that dotted the Bar C’s pastures.

He looked out at the fifty-some-odd guests seated in white caterer’s chairs in a horseshoe-shaped pattern around his mom’s beautiful flower beds. Women in picture hats and designer dresses, men in tailor-made suits and boots sat listening to a local band playing soft, romantic songs Karen had selected.

Deidre smiled at him when he caught her eye. She and her friend had driven up from Canyon Lake for the weekend, because while she wasn’t ready to come home, she’d said she wasn’t about to miss her brother’s wedding—even after Bye had told her she might see Jack there.

There he was, on the opposite side of the horseshoe, sitting with Liz Wolfe, who looked more animated than usual as Jack drew her into a conversation. Bye guessed Karen had heard him right when he’d told her he was going after the Laughing Wolfe since Four had cut him off. He hoped neither Jack nor Liz would get hurt.

He saw Buck wink at him from his seat near the aisle. He’d brought a date, someone Bye didn’t know, but they both made a respectable picture. It was the first time he’d ever seen Buck wear a suit, and the woman was young, pretty and well dressed. She looked too classy to be one of the unattached party girls who played at the Neon Lasso, but she wasn’t somebody Bye recognized from school or around town.

Four stood at the edge of the crowd, talking with Mavis Wolfe and some other neighboring ranchers while he kept looking toward the access road. Was he waiting for some late arrival or an uninvited guest? Bye gave a mental shrug, since Diego had stationed several cowboys to check invitations before letting anybody on the ranch today. He wondered who or what his father might be waiting for, since it was past time for him to signal the band to start playing the wedding march.

Then he saw a black stretch limo make its way up the road. Four broke away and came to him. “Slade is coming. I managed to persuade the folks at the rehab center that he should get to see his daughter’s wedding.”

“Why the limo?” Part of Bye was thrilled that Karen would have her dad here. The other part was scared to death there would be a scene.

“The only way they’d let him come was if they sent him with three security guards and Ms. Hudson. They needed the limo to carry everybody all the way from Lubbock in reasonable comfort.” Four signaled the band to start the wedding, and motioned to Karen to come down off the porch where she’d been waiting. When Four left and joined their new guests, the minister from the church in town joined Bye at the altar, his round face wreathed in smiles.

Bye took a deep breath and concentrated on his beautiful bride, coming to him like a dream come true in a strapless white lace gown that brushed the manicured grass aisle. She’d decided against a veil, choosing instead to wear a single white gardenia in her upswept hair—just as she’d vetoed having the traditional attendants. When she reached the altar, he took her hand and brought it to his lips. “Four got a present for you, sweetheart.”

She glanced in the direction Bye indicated and tears came to her eyes. “How?”

“There’s not too much my old man can’t do if he puts his mind to it. How about we get married, and then we can go talk to your pop.”

Smiling through her tears, Karen looked up at Bye. “Yes, let’s do just that.”

The End

Author’s Note About the Caden Kink series…

I hope you’ve enjoyed
Lovers’ Feud
, and that you’ll keep an eye out for the next stories that chronicle the growth of Four Caden’s other children, Jack Duval and Deidre Caden, whose lives were changed forever by Mae Caden’s death and the revelation of Four’s hypocrisy. Look for
Shotgun Relations
and
WildOne
for Jack’s and Deidre’s stories.

In
Shotgun Relations
, Jack seeks the recognition he feels Four denied him and his mother. Bitter that he grew up without a father or access to the assets of the Bar C, the Harvard-trained lawyer sets out to fight, literally as well as legally, for what he believes should be his. Having been neatly excluded from any claim he might make on Four’s holdings, he decides to imitate his Caden ancestors by seducing and marrying a woman with significant land and wealth, Liz Wolfe.

A serious lifestyle Dom since he discovered BDSM while working in a dungeon during his college and law school years, Jack introduces Liz to the sensual joys of submission. A willing sex slave, Liz hands over her body without reserve. As for her heart, she will hold on to it until her Master makes the right choice…between love and money.

Shotgun Relations
, coming soon from Ellora’s Cave.