Southern Seduction [Bride Train 8] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (35 page)

“Shh, little one,” Cole murmured, pressing her head back to his chest. “We know how brave you are. But it’s over now. He’s dead, and you’re safe.”

Cole gave her another squeeze, then let her stand on her own. He kept his arm loosely around her shoulders, though, as if needing her touch. She was glad to have him there. Willy looked at Cole for a moment, then gave a sharp nod. Her brother turned to her with a saucy wink.

“Said he’d be good for you, didn’t I, little sister?” His grin widened. “Expect I’ll be an uncle next year.”

“We’re doing the best we can on that, aren’t we, sweetheart?”

Cole chuckled and squeezed her lightly. Heat rose from her collar when Gillis snickered. Her color made the others join in the laughter. She turned her hot face to Cole’s chest. He wrapped her up in his embrace. She could feel his need for her pressing against her belly. Her pussy twinged in agreement. He dropped his head. He wasn’t going to kiss her in front of her brother, was he?

“Soon as we get home I intend to make a start on that nephew of Willy’s,” he whispered.

Her whole body went up in flames. Her nipples rose and her pussy clenched. But what she wanted to squeeze was layers of clothing away. An ache throbbed between her thighs. She might have recently spent hours with Byron and Marshall, but right now she wanted Cole. She wanted his power, his strength, and his mastery. Erotic images flowed through her mind. She tensed, her whole body tightening in preparation. Under her cheek, Cole’s heart started pounding. His cock thickened even more.

“I see you’re just as eager.” The words were so soft she wouldn’t have been able to hear if she wasn’t so attuned to him. He ran the back of his knuckle across her cheek.

“Ain’t that a damned shame,” said Barstow. “I was hoping to shoot the fellow myself.”

Casey heard his deep, rough voice over the rush of pounding blood in her ears. She turned, keeping her back to Cole to hide what now pressed into her lower back.

“Well, that’s two trials we don’t have to bother about,” added Barstow. He stroked his bushy moustache. “Any word on Charlie Newton, that useless deputy Frank Chambers was forced to hire?”

“I’ve nae seen the lout since the wee lassie here shot the bas…” Gillis looked at Casey, blushed at his language, then cleared his throat. “Since Rivers lost his head.” He grinned at his wit.

Barstow tilted his head across the street. “You eating dinner at the hotel? I’d like to hear more about what you’ve seen and heard.” He looked at Willy. “You, too, son.”

“You buyin’, Sheriff?” A true Highland Scot, Gillis was known to be careful with his pennies.

“I am,” said Willy. He pushed his shoulders back. “You stayin’, Casey, or heading home?” He flicked his eyes from hers to Cole’s and back.

“I’m taking her home,” said Cole before she could speak. “She’s got family treasures to inspect.”

“Ain’t never heard it called that before,” said Barstow. He and Gillis shared a look and broke into snickers. Willy turned red. Barstow patted him on the back and turned him toward the hotel. “I’d be proud to eat your food, youngster.”

Gillis, still snickering, followed them across the street.

“What were you thinking about when your heart started pounding?” asked Cole. He nuzzled her neck.

Her mouth went dry. Her heart took off again. Surely he didn’t expect her to say it out loud? He turned her to face him, then lifted her chin with a finger. His brown eyes looked darker than she’d ever seen. They almost looked through her, going deep into her soul.

“Tell me, so I can do it for you.”

She knew it was a demand, not a request. He was her husband and had the right to demand anything of her. But more, she wanted him to force it out of her. That way she’d have to reason to be ashamed. She tried to drop her head but he held her chin, gently but firmly.

“Look me in the eyes, Casey. I’m your husband. There’s nothing that you can do or say that will make me angry or that you should be ashamed of.”

She rolled her lips over her teeth and pressed them together. His face was stern and calm. His whole body radiated power and control. She licked her lips.

“Remember you said you were going to punish me for going out the hotel window and spying on Sheldrake? Well, I was thinking what you might do to me. What I want you to do to me,” she clarified.

His eyes widened and his heart pounded harder against her chest.

“How will I punish you, Casey?”

His voice, low and distinct, demanded she answer. She shut her eyes, then remembered to open them again. He lifted one eyebrow in a silent demand. She hadn’t thought of this before but knew what she wanted to say.

“You’ll spank me,” she whispered. She tingled all over. Her head throbbed along with her heart and her pussy.

“And after I spank you and turn your bottom all rosy, what will I do?”

Casey panted so hard she felt light-headed. “You’ll put me on my hands and knees and ram your cock into my pussy from behind.” She swallowed. “That way you’ll see what you’d done to my bottom with your hand.”

His slow smile rose all the way past his eyes. “What did Marshall and Byron do with you while I was in town? Did By take you in the ass last night?”

She gasped and pressed her legs together at the jolt of need that hit. He waited patiently for her to nod.

“Did you like it?”

She had to force herself to keep her eyes on his. Unable to speak, she just nodded.

“Very good,” he replied as calmly as if they were talking about what to eat for dinner. “We’re going to ride home now. I’ll think about what you said and what I’ll do to you.” He rubbed his hand over her butt cheek. “Whatever I decide to do with you, be sure that your bottom is going to feel my hand first thing.”

Cole helped Casey into the saddle. She could have done it herself, but she was still a bit shaky from their talk, and he did want to touch that arse of hers. Keeping still with no expression on his face while she told him what she wanted had damned near killed him. Riding all the way home with his cock as hard as a railroad spike just might.

She rode beside him past Baldy’s to the livery stable, where he’d left his horse. He gingerly settled into the saddle and led the way northeast. Damn Byron for keeping him at Baldy’s, matching him drink for drink, until he couldn’t walk. His head still pounded like someone had booted him there.

No, it wasn’t Byron’s fault, it was his own. He hadn’t wanted to face Casey until he knew what he felt about her actions. He’d settled that out in his mind this morning. He was proud of her for wanting to help, and for her ability, but she was not going to do anything like that again! He would make that very clear in just the way Casey had said. With his hand heating up her ass until she knew who was the man in charge.

He’d watch, listen, and feel every sniff and gasp, every time she tensed, or moved. And when he could tell she’d had all the spanking she wanted, he’d soothe her.

And then, dang it, he’d ram his cock in her just like they both wanted!

His cock reacted, hardening even more. He unbuttoned, needing to release it before it bent in two and broke. He sighed in partial relief. He wasn’t in pain from tight pants, just from his need to hold her, touch her, and be one with her.

They’d been on Sweetwater Ranch land for a while, rising steadily. He turned to see how Casey was doing. The damn woman had her eyes closed. That sexy smile on her face was because she was grinding her clit into the saddle!

“That’s it. I’m done,” he muttered.

He looked around. There was a dip ahead, a sheltered place with trees and a small brook. He was not going to wait any longer to give her what they both wanted. Cole angled away from the path, toward their trysting spot. Casey’s horse followed. He quickly dismounted and took her reins before she even opened her eyes. When she did, she looked around.

“Get off that horse and drop your pants,” he ordered.

She reared back, eyes wide. “Here?”

“What did I say?” She scrambled down and bent to undo her boots. He smacked her bottom. She squeaked and stood upright. “Did I say to take your boots off?”

“No, sir.”

He gave her a speaking glance. She gulped and went for her buttons. Her pants dropped to her ankles. Her shirt covered up her pussy and breasts.

“Shirt off,” he ordered.

Her fingers trembled, but a moment later she had nothing between her hat and her ankles but skin. Lovely, smooth skin. Her breasts had filled and her nipples grown. A light breeze raised her skin in gooseflesh. He let her wait while he tended the horses. When he returned, she hadn’t moved. It spoke well to her desire for obedience.

He’d thought about how to do this on the ride from town. The first time he spanked her she lay across his lap, and he’d only given her a few smacks. This time it would be different. He needed to hold her, to have her touching him, so that he could judge when she’d reached her limit. He wanted to give her both comfort and release. He stripped off his shirt so they’d be skin to skin.

“Come here, Casey.”

Her feet didn’t move though he saw the jolt that stiffened her.

“Now. If I have to say it again, your punishment will be worse.”

She made him wait just a bit longer before shuffling, using tiny steps, over to him.

“Bend over and hold me. Grab my belt.”

She took her time but did bend, putting her head under his left arm. Her skin was chilled, but she was breathing fast enough to be warm inside. He wrapped his arm around her, between her waist and breasts. Because she was being obedient, he massaged her breast for a moment. Her grip on him tightened, and she lifted her chest to encourage him. He ended with a brush past her nipples.

Before she was over the erotic touch, he brought his hand down on her ass. He used the flat of his hand to make a good sound. The sharp crack was immediately followed by her shriek. While he enjoyed her cries, they would echo far beyond their land.

“You make another sound like that and I’ll double your punishment,” he warned. “You understand me?”

She nodded. He smacked her again.

“Yes, sir!”

He took his time, making her wait for every blow. She jerked every time his hand came down but made no sound. Her butt slowly turned rosy pink. His hand stung, but it was worth it. When she tensed before his hand came down, he knew she’d had enough.

He slid his hand under her and between her legs. Her thighs were slippery and her pussy sopping. Sure signs that she wanted this as much as he. He ran his wet hand over her cheeks as he looked around. A large tree had been hit by lighting years past. All that was left was the dry, gray trunk about eight feet tall and wide enough to lean against. He just might use this spot another time, maybe tie her to the tree and play captive and warrior.

“You learned your lesson not to disobey me?”

“Yes, sir,” she squeaked.

He released her and gently guided her to stand. He wanted to kiss her, but this wasn’t the time. She needed to be taken, hard. He placed a horse blanket on the ground, then their shirts.

“Bend over and take your boots off,” he ordered. She gave him a lovely view of her rosy ass and plump pussy lips as she followed his order. “Kick off your pants and get on your hands and knees with your legs spread,” he ordered.

She licked her lips and began moving. The sun lit up her pink cheeks. They swayed enticingly with each step. She knelt and then put her hands out, then spread her legs as ordered. Not far enough, but he’d see to that. He walked up behind her and dropped his pants to his ankles.

The minx tilted her ass at him, silently demanding to be taken. His cock, already hard and leaking, jumped. He knelt behind her, shoving his knees between her own. It forced her to widen her stance. She pushed on her arms, moving her pussy toward his cock. Those demands were not allowed.

“Drop your head,” he ordered.

She slowly went to her elbows, cushioning her head between her hands. He rested his hands on her cheeks. They were hot and would be tender. Normally he would play with her clit, pussy, and asshole, giving her an orgasm before he took his own.

Not today.

Cole set his cock at her opening, rubbing it to both get it wet and let her know what was coming. He grasped her hips, pulled them toward himself and pushed his thick cock forward.

Her tight, hot sheath slowly opened for him. He entered her halfway. He waited there, slowly pumping in and out while he admired his work. She panted below him, silently waiting. He rewarded her with some nipple play. Her pussy relaxed. Holding her breasts, he pushed his hips forward until his balls tickled her.

One hand dropped to her clit, teasing her by not quite giving her what she wanted. She didn’t complain, so he continued. She twitched, clutching at him with her pussy muscles while her fists grabbed the shirt she lay on.

Casey Wright Taylor was his. His to enjoy and to pleasure.

He began moving in and out with slow, full thrusts. He gritted his teeth, grimacing to hold back the orgasm that rose like a huge wave. He sped up until he was pounding against her, both of them gasping. Then he lifted her and leaned back, driving himself even deeper.

She clenched him as she came, gasping and groaning. The wave burst over him. He roared, slamming them together as she keened her release. His orgasm lasted forever as she milked his cock.

Finally, he collapsed on his side, still connected to her.

* * * *

Casey pressed her lips closed as she stirred the stew Cole had bought from Sophie. It wasn’t to keep in complaints about being spanked because, if she was honest with herself, she’d have to say she liked the way the sore tingling made her pussy purr. There was something so arousing about having her pants around her ankles, holding onto Cole as he spanked her. Not in punishment. Not really. Almost before she’d realized it was starting to hurt rather than give a pleasurable sting, he stopped. The spanking was more of a warm-up for the way he’d taken her from behind, hard, just like she wanted.

He knew what she wanted sometimes before she did. He’d pretty much ignored her when she was dressed as a boy, except to encourage her to relax and trust them. This quiet watching was new. It was like he was trying to do whatever he could to please her, but without her realizing he was doing it.