TheSurrenderofLacyMorgan (17 page)

Completely naked except for the shirt still clutched against
her breasts and the glittering submissive’s collar, she rose from the bed.
Slowly, she crossed the few steps to stand beside Dakota. She waited for him to
rinse and dry his hands, then turn to face her.

Refusing to give in to her embarrassment, she let the shirt
drop to pool at her feet.

His eyes grew darker and he sucked in a breath. His gaze
slowly slid down her body. Each place it stopped—her breasts, her stomach, the
juncture between her thighs—all seemed to grow warmer just from the intensity
of his perusal.

She traced her hands up his arms to cup his face and
marveled at the smoothness of his skin. Such a contrast to Quinn’s scratchy
early morning beard and the bristly beards of the few members of Devil’s gang
who’d tried to steal a kiss from her over the years.

Leaning up on her tiptoes, she stretched her body along the
length of him and pressed her lips to his. He held perfectly still, his lips
parted only slightly. Determined, she slipped her tongue inside. He tasted of
coffee and pure male.

And she wanted more.

Teasing his tongue with hers, she shifted, her hardened
nipples rubbing across his chest, only the soft material of his shirt
separating their bodies. A tremor passed through him, but he made no move to
claim her.

She slid her hands behind his neck, letting them wander into
the mass of dark hair that hung to his collar, the silky thickness so different
from her own or even Quinn’s. She moaned and swept her tongue deep into his
mouth.

Finally, he gripped her around the waist, growling deep in
his chest and taking charge of the kiss. Crushing her to him, he slid his
tongue deep inside her mouth, forcing hers to retreat.

Her heart tripped a beat, thrilled that she could drive this
man to lose some of his quiet control. When he slipped his hands down to grip
her ass cheeks and grind her pelvis against his thick erection, she mewled like
a kitten wanting cream.

Still gripping her ass in his warm hands, Dakota edged her
backward until her legs touched the bed. Then he stopped, easing the kiss back
as he released his hold and slid his hands up her back to rest just beneath the
bandages.

Why was he slowing down?

She tried to pull his head in tighter, to show him she
wanted him.

He resisted. “Look at me, pet.”

Opening her eyes, she stared into deep, dark pools of
desire.

“Why do you want this?”

Why did she want him so badly that her body ached? What had
he and Quinn done to her? It was as if her body had hibernated all these years,
her sexuality dormant until they’d come and awakened the woman inside.

“Is it because you simply desire me? Or is it more?”

“More?” She wasn’t sure what he meant. But he seemed very
serious about getting the right answer from her.

He kissed her again, softly, pulling her bottom lip between
his teeth.

Another shiver of desire shot through her.

“Is this simply for your pleasure? Or mine?”

He repeated the kiss and gentle bite, preventing her from
answering.

“Or because Quinn wished it of you?”

Breathing in deep and exhaling slowly, Quinn stood at the
end of the hallway, trying to get his anger and pain under control. He’d had to
get out of that room before he ruined all the progress they’d made with Lacy.

Damn. He still wanted to storm back inside, throw Dakota out
and keep her to himself.

Last night had been the first time he’d ever slept with a
woman the whole night through. And he’d wanted to hold her close, inhale her
scent in the dark, feel her pressed against him as he spooned her.

Since rescuing her from that muddy hillside, he’d thought of
her more as a person, instead of a means to an end. He hated to admit it, but
she touched something inside him, something he didn’t know existed since his
parents died—his heart.

And it scared him like a wolf in a cattle stampede.

He didn’t have time to be tender. To think of anything
beyond their mission. And certainly not with a woman he’d have to hand over to
the territorial judge when they were finished.

Listening to her describe the day’s events leading up to
Cap’s murder had knocked the wind out of him. He’d been dizzier than the first
time a maverick had thrown him in the ranch’s training corral.

The tears filling Lacy’s eyes and the anguish on her face as
she remembered that afternoon showed how shocked she’d been by the killings.
He’d wanted to gather her in his arms and comfort her, to feel like the man Cap
wanted him to be. A protector.

But the best way to protect Lacy and innocent citizens was
to capture Devil. And for that he needed Lacy. He needed her focused on obeying
and pleasing him and Dakota. He needed her confident in her control and theirs.
He needed her ready to walk back into hell.

Knowing what Dakota had planned, he pushed away from the
wall and strode down the hallway to the stairs. He had about half an hour
before he needed to return. Time to do a little shopping for Lacy.

Dakota watched the emotions play across the soft features of
Lacy’s beautiful face.

Confusion. Then understanding of what he asked.

“Why do you want this, Lacy?”

“I could lie and say because I simply desire you.”

“You don’t want me between your thighs then?”

“I didn’t say that. Yes, I want you, but not just because I
find you attractive…” A blush crept over her body, just enough to heighten the
café-au-lait color of her skin. “Because Quinn asked me to thank you with my
body.”

He lowered his lips and kissed her thoroughly, holding her
face between his hands. He waged a war on her senses with his tongue, deeper,
stroking her until soft moans escaped her again.

Slowly he pulled back, thrilled at the soft gasp she gave
before opening her soulful green eyes.

“And would you offer your body to me if any man asked you
to?”

She didn’t hesitate before answering. “No. Just for Quinn.”

“Why?”

“Because he saved me.” She tilted her head to the side as if
she suddenly realized a truth. “Because I trust him.”

Pleased with her answer, Dakota released his hold of her
face and stepped back. Running his gaze over her body as he removed his shirt,
then his breeches, he took in her full, ripe breasts. Her nipples stood out
like dark buttons begging for attention.

Later.

From the first night he knew just how sensitive her breasts,
and in particular those nipples, were.

Her slender waist made his hands ache to stroke the contours
on their way to her rounded hips and long, smooth thighs. Thighs he couldn’t
wait to feel wrapped around him as he thrust inside her.

Then he dropped his gaze to the russet-colored curls nestled
at the juncture of her thighs. His cock jumped and thickened with the knowledge
he’d soon be buried there, deep inside her body.

He stroked his hand over her soft belly down to those curls
and in between her thighs. The moisture of her excitement slicked his fingers
as he parted her folds and tested her readiness. She couldn’t hide her need to
please him.

Her scent filled the room as he slid his fingers back out
and licked her moisture from them.

Leaving her standing, he stretched out on the bed, propping
the pillows behind his head. Thighs spread wide, he fisted his erection from
tip to base and back again, gaze locked on Lacy’s.

“Pleasing me pleases Quinn?”

She licked her lips. “Yes.”

“And pleasing us gives you control, doesn’t it?”

Dawning lit her eyes. “Yes.”

He motioned her to climb on the bed between his spread
thighs. “Show me.”

Crawling onto the bed, she resembled a lioness slowly
stalking her prey, breasts and hips swaying with her movements. She stopped at
his knees, sitting back on her haunches. Trailing her hands up his thighs, she
watched him as she caressed his muscles, inching closer to his cock.

“May I kiss you like I did that day at the river?”

The memory of her mouth suckling him sent more heat rushing
to his already-throbbing cock.

“Yes,” he almost growled.

She leaned in and slid her tongue up the entire length of
him.

“God, yes. Do it again.” He gripped the sheets with both
hands to keep from reaching for her.

Like a cat eyeing a bowl of cream she smiled, then laved her
tongue down the thick muscles of his straining erection all the way to the
base. Then lower—dear gods of his ancestors—to his balls. She swirled it around
one, then the other, sending shots of lightning through his body.

Shoving one hand into her hair, he clenched the curls a
moment, both enduring and enjoying her gentle torture. When he couldn’t stand
it any longer he pulled her up by her hair.

“Suck me,” he commanded.

She obeyed, taking his length deep inside her mouth until
the head hit the back of her throat. Up and back she slid her mouth, lips
pulling at his thickness. She adjusted her position, arching her neck, her
throat opening to let his shaft thrust in deeper.

“Damn, yes! Swallow all of me.”

Both hands now buried in her hair, he took control, guiding
her up and farther down each time. The sounds of her slurping and sucking mixed
with his groans. When the tingling started in his balls he knew he needed to
stop her or risk spilling his cum in her mouth. Which was not part of the plan
today.

“Enough,” he growled, pulling her off his cock. Her mouth remained
a perfect O. Her disappointment pleased him almost as much as her efforts.

He stroked one hand down her cheek and rubbed his thumb over
her swollen lips. “Ride me, Lacy.”

With the grace he’d seen her use to mount a horse even with
her hands bound, she rose and straddled his hips. The moist folds of her hot
sex poised over the head of his straining shaft.

“Take me inside.” He gripped her hips to steady her.

“I’ve never…” A quaver shook her voice.

“Shh, pet. You know what to do. You’re in control now.”

Her hands on his chest, she moved back and down, her silken
folds parting and sliding over his thick rod.

Damn, she was tight. Heaven. She felt like a snug, hot glove
of pure bliss around him.

“Oh yes. More, pet. Take all of me inside.”

She shifted slightly and he slid in to the hilt.

“Yes.”

“Oh!”

He looked up to see her eyes closed, her lips parted in
ecstasy. Back arched so her breasts thrust forward, a fine sheen of moisture
glistened on her skin.

Magnificent. A goddess meant for sex. Just as she’d looked
last night impaled on Quinn’s cock.

“Oh, damn, yes!”

She shifted, slowly grinding her sex on him. Her pelvis
pressed tight against his, her pink tongue sliding between her lips as if she
were tasting a delicious dessert.

He reached for her breasts and cupped them in his hands as
he thrust up into her. “Ride me, Lacy.”

Her pace quickened.

Up and back.

Lifting to the tip and sliding back down to the base,
working them both and putting them through their paces.

“Open your eyes,” he commanded as he pinched both nipples.

She obeyed, moaning softly, “No, please.”

He pulled and twisted them, enjoying her continued pleas and
the shivers that shook her body.

“Please, no more. Ah, I can’t…”

To the side, just out of her vision, the door to the other
room opened. Quinn nodded that he’d accomplished his mission and was ready to
join them. Dakota returned the nod, signaling that Lacy was ready, even if she
didn’t know it yet.

Careful not to loosen her bandage, he slid his hands back
down to her hips. Gripping her firmly, he lifted her and turned her onto her
back. Before she could utter a protest, he settled himself between her thighs
and entered her with one full thrust.

Lying on her back, Lacy wrapped her legs around Dakota’s
thighs as he filled her completely once more. Arching her back, she ground
against him.

“That’s it, darlin’. Give him all you’ve got.”

Her eyes snapped open at Quinn’s voice.

Was it his turn to watch?

She turned her head to see him standing naked next to the
bed, his hand wrapped around his turgid shaft, stroking it in rhythm to
Dakota’s thrusting inside her.

Mesmerized, she couldn’t take her eyes off his movements,
not even when he laid one hand on her cheek and slowly climbed on the bed to
kneel next to her head.

“Please me, Lacy,” he said, guiding the head of his cock to
her lips.

And damn if she didn’t just open her mouth.

She slipped her lips over the swollen head, tasting the
saltiness. The masculine scent of him teased her senses as he plundered her
mouth in a slow thrusting rhythm.

What was wrong with her?

She should protest. Refuse to do as they asked. Even through
she was their prisoner and she knew they planned to make her pay for her part
in the robbery and murders, she wasn’t a plaything to be used for their
pleasure.

“Yes, darlin’. That’s it. Suck me. You’re so good.”

Quinn’s moaned praise filled her mind and warmed her
heart—all thought of protest gone.

He’d wrung her first orgasm from her out on the trail. He’d
saved her from near death, cared for her and pleasured her long before he took
her last night.

It was her turn to give to him. To them both.

“Pet, you’re so tight, so hot around me,” Dakota rasped the
words out as he thrust into her heat a little deeper.

His passion sparked another desire inside her to please
them. She wrapped her legs tighter around his thrusting hips.

Each man grasped a breast, tweaking and pulling her nipples
like musicians plucking the strings of new fiddles. Heat built at her core,
drawing tighter and tighter. Moaning around Quinn’s thick rod as he slid deeper
into her throat, she wrapped a hand around his balls, squeezing gently in
rhythm to his thrusting. She laid her other hand on Dakota’s chest, fingers
spanning the scarred ridge slashing across it.