Run Wild (32 page)

The kiss began slow, sultry, and hot. Then without notice he dipped her down farther, damn near bending her so her back was parallel to the floor, and impaled her mouth with a fierce growl. His strong hands stretched across her back. Trent was as strong physically as he was mentally. They were qualities she loved and respected in a man.

When he’d sung her praises just now, and she knew by his nature that he didn’t pump up an ego just to advance some personal agenda, Trent had meant what he said, as he should. She did have skills. She was intelligent. And there was some crazed psycho out there who was probably quite capable of murdering a second time. What Trent hadn’t said, although she had a feeling he knew it, was that she could protect him, too.

Right now all she wanted to hear was his low, guttural growl of pleasure when she made him come. Trent called the shots. More than likely he had most of his adult life. That didn’t mean she couldn’t plant the idea for his next move and allow him to run with it. There were ways to handle dominating men. If she did it right, Natasha would have him submitting and believing he controlled her fully.

“I want you,” she whispered against his lips.

Trent’s chuckle sent sparks shooting down her middle that exploded between her legs. “How many condoms do you think I have in my wallet?”

He brought her to an upright position, and his hands shifted to her ass. As he cupped her on each side Natasha grabbed the sides of his shirt, stepping backward until she’d backed herself up against the barn wall. The leather saddles hanging nearby were almost as intoxicating with their rich aroma as Trent was with his possessive stare. He looked down at her, appearing incredibly satisfied that he now had her trapped between his body and the wall.

She fluttered her lashes at him, cocking her head and pressing her body against his at the same time. “You replaced the one you took out last night,” she guessed.

“Do you think me so pompous?”

She couldn’t help laughing. “Oh yes.”

“Why, you little—”

Natasha decided the grumpy, controlling sheriff wasn’t as unmanageable as she first believed. She’d never really given incredibly dominating men a lot of her time in the past, believing they would push her too far and she’d break, either telling them to go to hell or giving herself one hell of a headache trying to play their game and outdominate them.

But as Trent kissed her again, this time disregarding gentle and with his actions turning savage, there was something said about giving a man with power his free rein. His hands were under her shirt, the heat from his touch scalding her cold skin and instantly warming her. She didn’t care about the temperature outside, or in the barn for that matter, with its doors open at both ends. With Trent making his moves she reached a boiling point in seconds.

Natasha liked controlling the moves during sex. When her insides bubbled over, it was time to take action. Waiting was unbearable. She moved her hands between them, found his jeans button, and snapped it free. Their tongues warred with each other, seeking the depths of each other’s heat. She pulled the zipper down.

“Do you always take what you want?” He broke the kiss and moved to her neck, biting her flesh at her jugular.

“Most definitely.”

“I’m going to have to teach you some manners.”

She laughed, the sound of it deep and husky. Instead of trying to reach inside his jeans and pull him out, Natasha moved her hands and pressed them against his hard cock. She managed to look at his face just in time to see his eyes roll back in his head. Natasha grinned, moved her hands, and began a slow, wicked stroking motion that made him jerk furiously inside his jeans.

“Oh really?” she drawled, and went up on tiptoe to nibble at his neck. His skin was warm, salty, and when she ran her tongue over the spot she’d just scraped with her teeth she felt his heartbeat. It matched the strong pounding of her own. “Do you think I would train so easily?”

Trent flipped her around and she gasped, her eyes flying open as her hair fell across her face. Before she could swipe it out of the way he’d grabbed her wrists and placed her hands on the wall.

“Keep them there,” he whispered into her ear as his hard body pushed up against her backside.

Immediately she let them slide down.

Trent grabbed them again, brought her hands up to the exact location he’d had them before, and pressed them against the wall.

“You’d be surprised how many things can be used as restraints in a barn,” he warned her.

She turned her head, straining to see him. He sounded serious. Curiously enough, the thought of him tying her down, preventing her from moving so he could do what he wanted with her, got her so damn hot she couldn’t even answer.

Trent didn’t break the spell by speaking again. Instead his hands left hers and inched around her waist. He undid her jeans and forced them down her hips. His movements were rough and aggressive, and when he exposed her he growled.

Natasha let her head fall back, closing her eyes. She was acutely aware of her naked rear end and her pussy exposed as cold air whipped between her legs. The chill in the barn only seemed to make the heat inside her intensify. And when his hand touched her ass she jumped.

“Touchy, aren’t we?” Trent chuckled, sounding very amused.

She tried turning, wanting to see his face, and lowered one hand so she could twist and make a face at him. “You try standing like this—oh!” she cried out when he slapped her hand back against the barn wall. “Hey!” she cried out.

“This isn’t about me,” he informed her, his body once again pressed against her backside and his mouth at her ear. He swiped her hair away from her face and placed a gentle kiss on her earlobe. “This is about you, sweetheart. You said you wanted me.”

She had said that, hadn’t she. But this was about her? Trent was running the show, bullying her, forcing her to stay where he wanted her. Natasha was pretty sure this was about him, too. Although when his hands moved down her body, coming around to the front and squeezing her breasts, she damn near melted against him.

“Now stay put.” He squeezed both her nipples at the same time, just hard enough to shoot electric currents straight from her breasts to her clit. She swelled inside. Her pussy was soaked and the pressure beyond tolerable.

“I’ll stay put if you fuck me,” she offered, only turning her head a bit this time and glancing down, seeing more of her shoulder than she did of him.

“You’re not really in any position to give orders.”

“Is that so?” She wouldn’t break that easily. It was so much more fun to take him on than submit.

“Trust me. That is very much so.”

Trent let go of her but remained right behind her. She could sense his presence there. She knew his cock was hard, extended toward her ass, and ready to thrust deep inside her. The rear doors to the barn moved back and forth as a harsh wind stirred straw around the floor. At the same time, she swore she heard a package ripping. Trent didn’t comment on the wind. She shivered and goose bumps traveled over her flesh.

Natasha exerted an effort to keep her hands in place when his dick pressed between her legs. “My jeans are in the way,” she complained, wiggling her ass until Trent pulled away from where he’d been moving against her skin.

His large hand came down on her ass. The loud slapping sound made her jump more than any pain. The slight sting heightened her senses and she cried out, unable to decide if she liked it or not. There was no way Trent would ever know that, though.

“Everything you get to do to me I get to do to you,” she purred.

“Like hell,” he hissed. This time his dick hit its mark, pressing against her ass, then sliding forward and finding her soaked pussy.

Trent thrust inside her, not stopping until he’d filled her. Then grabbing her hips he increased to full speed in seconds. With each forward movement he hit a spot that needed attention more than she knew.

Natasha dragged her fingers down the wooden wall, certain he’d stop fucking her when she moved her hands. She was also sure she’d kick his ass if he did. But there was no holding on. Wave after wave of incredible pleasure washed over her, and she felt her insides tighten around him before her release. She came so hard it was all she could do not to fall over. Her hair fell around her face and it took a moment before she noticed her hands weren’t even touching the wall.

Nor had he stopped fucking her.

He held her up with his hold on her waist. Trent moved deep inside her, the friction building the heat up inside her all over again. He was the perfect man. The perfect sex machine. And if he never stopped doing what he was doing right now it would be okay with her.

“Darling, you’re going to come one more time for me.”

His words floated toward her. She started to turn her head, but her hair fell in her face. And although her hands were now braced against a pole running horizontal to the floor and hooked to the wall, it was all she could do to hold on to it.

“F-f-uck y-y-ou,” she stammered, unable to put her thoughts into better words. He was getting off telling her what to do, and he would learn turnabout was fair play.

“Actually darling, I am fucking you.”

He thrust hard. Her world erupted in a spray of warm colors, washing before her eyes, as everything tipped sideways. Natasha came so hard she was pretty sure her legs went out.

“My turn,” she heard him growl.

It was hard to believe he could fuck her faster and harder than he was already doing. But he impaled her, breaching the heat level and taking her over the edge yet again as fire erupted between them.

When he roared and his fingers pressed into her hip bones, Natasha swore she floated. She wasn’t positive, but somewhere deep inside it seemed as if her world had just changed forever.

*   *   *

Trent stood next to the desk in the outer room at the sheriff’s office when Natasha entered late the next morning. “Why the hell am I doing this for you?”

“It’s necessary.” Natasha wasn’t surprised he picked up on the argument they’d had on the phone when she’d called him after waking up in his house alone, again. She’d woken up several times during the night and Trent hadn’t been beside her. At first she’d thought he’d slept on the couch and let her have his bed. But when she’d woken up before dawn, his strong muscular arms had been wrapped around her. Yet when the sun had shown through his window between open blinds, Natasha was very much alone in the large bed.

Trent pushed her harder than she’d ever let any man push before, and it irked the crap out of her. At the same time, there seemed to be some kind of magnetic pull between them, making it impossible to be away from him for any amount of time.

“You know it’s necessary,” she added, not looking away when he stared at her with that hard, dominating look of his.

“I’ve already interviewed both Jim and Ethel.”

“I know, as victims.”

Trent frowned, his black eyebrows coming together as he pinned her with a hard stare. “You’re not going out there and accusing them of a damn thing,” he rumbled.

“Humor me on this.” Natasha really needed to set this man straight about being so damn bossy. “I know a thing or two about interrogations.”

“Do you?”

Not officially but she wasn’t telling Trent that. “No one is going to be accused of anything. I want them relaxed, willing to talk.”

“And you think you can do that?” He crossed his arms against his chest, and the T-shirt he had on stretched over bulging muscle.

Natasha had called her aunt and uncle on her way from Trent’s house into town. She had plotted this all out with them and her plan was solid. Part of her thought of telling Trent to follow her lead on this. There was no way she would go to the Burrowses and have Trent downplay her authority or treat her as if she didn’t know what she was doing. It would get rather embarrassing if he showed up, all aggressive and acting as if he had a say in her actions. Both Uncle Greg and Aunt Haley agreed discussing everything with the sheriff was Natasha’s best move. As her uncle pointed out, this was Sheriff Oakley’s investigation and her uncle wouldn’t blame him for being pissed as hell if Natasha tried solving the case behind his back.

She wasn’t trying to do anything behind Trent’s back, and she’d told her uncle as much. The conversation turned awkward when her aunt asked how close she and the sheriff were getting. Natasha had been silent a moment too long. The next thing she knew Uncle Greg was contemplating driving up to Weaverville. He had hired new bounty hunters and they were already in the field. Patty wasn’t running the office the way Natasha had, but she had things in order.

Natasha was surprised that it didn’t bother her about Patty running the office. “You don’t need to come up here,” she had assured her uncle. With him and her aunt patched in on a three-way conversation, Aunt Haley had been able to help calm Natasha’s uncle down. She had assured him no one was taking advantage of her. When her uncle actually laughed and finally said he knew that was right, Natasha had to get off the phone.

Now she stared at Trent, who was doing his best to piss her off. What was it with men thinking she wasn’t capable of handling a situation?

“Yes. I can handle this,” she informed him, crossing her arms and matching his stance.