Trouble in Cowboy Boots (6 page)

The razor clinked against the bowl, Wyatt moved his hand and in a moment a thick layer of the cool cream covered her labia and drew a line all the way down to the globes of her ass. Two fingers gently pinched the skin to draw it taut and he went to work with the razor again, first her outer lips, then very gently her inner ones.

She jumped when one finger slid only to the first knuckle into her vagina, then out.

Wyatt lifted the finger to his mouth and slowly licked it.

“Someone’s creaming,” he said, slowly licking her juices from her skin. “I love that this is turning you on, sugar. And it is, right?”

“Yes.” The word came out on a low puff of breath.

“I wonder what else would turn you on.” Wyatt rinsed the razor again and stroked the damp washcloth over her now naked cunt. “Let’s add a little something to this, okay?”

“W-What do you mean?”

He leaned forward and placed an open-mouthed kiss on her clit, letting his tongue flick back and forth over it before leaning back.

Already aroused from the act of shaving, of imagining the razor sliding over the skin of her pussy, she squirmed at his touch. The muscles in her belly clenched and every nerve in her body was shrieking. She was sure whatever he had in mind was only going to tease the flame higher. By now Emily was ready to beg him to fuck her.

His tongue flicked over her clit again, then he lifted her and turned her over so she was face down.

“Wyatt? What are you doing?”

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“Gotta get the rest of that soft, fine hair.” He arranged her on her knees, placed her head on her forearms and spread her thighs apart. “Don’t move a muscle, sugar. I don’t want to accidentally hurt you.”

“But what are you doing?” she asked again.

“Just hold perfectly still.”

He moved the washcloth along the cleft between the cheeks of her buttocks, rubbing it against the skin like a caress. One hand pressed against the base of her spine and prevented her from jerking when she heard the hiss of the shaving cream and felt its thick smoothness on the puckered skin around her anus.

“Ohmigod! You’re not—”

“Just hold tight, sugar. It’ll be fine.”

The kiss of the razor was gentle and smooth against the tender skin as he moved it carefully over every bit of the skin around her hole. Emily held as still as she could, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. She’d never had a man touch her there so intimately. Oh, not that she hadn’t indulged in anal sex. But Nick the scumbag, had mostly been interested in his own satisfaction. Even when he’d worked her so it didn’t hurt, he’d never lasted long enough for her to reach her climax.

“Finish yourself off,” he always gasped, throwing himself on his back like a flopping fish.

But she had the feeling no matter how things played out, Wyatt would be totally different. He bathed the area with the warm cloth again, then placed soft kisses all over her ass. She was ready to turn over onto her back again when the flat of Wyatt’s hand cracked against her ass.
Smack!
A stinging blow that made her jump. What on earth—

“Hey!” She tried to move away but he pressed one hand firmly on the base of her spine, holding her in place.

Another blow landed, on the other cheek. And something strange happened to her that almost frightened her. Instead of incredible pain, the stinging of the blow created 43

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heat that rushed to her pussy and her nipples, arousing her in a strange new way.

Wyatt drew one finger along her cunt, testing her wetness and she heard his soft laugh.

“You like that. I had a feeling you would. Let’s try it again.”

Still holding her firmly in place, he resumed spanking her, first one cheek of her ass then the other, until she lost count and was only aware of the burning heat consuming her and the need growing tightly inside her.

Then he stopped and she couldn’t hold back the moan of disappointment that rolled from her lips.

Wyatt touched her anus, rimming it with his finger again and again.

“I’m going to fuck you here, sugar. Not tonight because you aren’t ready. But I’m going to make you ready. And when I do this, you’ll come like you never did before.”

He turned her onto her back again, eyes fixed on her naked cunt. “Beautiful. Just like I knew it would be.”

He bent over her and kissed her, a hot kiss that singed her mouth, his tongue probing and tasting. He hadn’t told her not to touch him now so she lifted her hands to run her fingers through his thick, silky hair. Her tongue met his, dueling with it, and she thrust hers into his mouth. He seduced her with his wicked tongue, fucking her mouth and leading her into an erotic dance.

When he stood up his face was dark with lust and hunger.

“So tell me, Emily. Have you ever been tied up before?”

Her eyes widened. She opened her mouth to answer him but no words came out.

And there was that chuckle again, like the devil’s laughter.

“Let me tell you how I like my sex, Emily Proctor.” As he spoke he slowly removed his clothes. “I like it rough but not so rough it’s not enjoyable. I like to dominate, but only if my partner is willing to submit. Do you understand what I’m trying to tell you, sugar?”

She nodded, eyes wide, pussy fluttering.

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“In the bedroom I want to be the one to call the shots, whatever they are. I want to tie you up and spank you. Fuck you with every kind of dildo. See you on your knees sucking my cock. Tease you until if you don’t come you’ll go crazy, and not let you come until I tell you to. Can you take that? Would that give you pleasure, Em?”

“I-I think so. I’ve never, um, you know…”

“Never done this?” One corner of his mouth turned up in a half-grin. “Oh, I know that sugar. And I want to tell you this takes a tremendous amount of trust.” The grin disappeared. He was fully naked now and looming over her, his cock swollen, the head dark and engorged. “Truth time, Emily. We haven’t known each other that long but you’ve had a good chance to see what kind of person I am. Think you could trust me?

Like that?”

Could she? Take a step that big with a man she’d just met?

“You’d have a safe word,” he went on. “Any time you want to stop all you have to do is use it. No questions asked. And Emily? You have no idea how much your submission would turn me on. It would be a gift I’d cherish. So in reality, you’d be the one in control.”

He tried to stay calm while he waited for her answer. Her eyes never left his and he could almost see the questions chasing themselves through her brain. He couldn’t remember the last time an attraction to a woman had been this strong, like a virtual punch to the gut. Last night had shattered him, breaking down the wall he always kept carefully erected between himself and his partner. He’d learned to be physically involved, to elicit trust, without letting his emotions off the leash.

But Emily Proctor was a completely different story, and he didn’t have any idea why. She was nothing like the women he’d dated. They were tall, knowledgeable, steeped in Texas life and aware of the culture of ranching. They could hold their own in an upscale restaurant or a musky barn. And they expected the same thing he did—a fulfilling relationship for whatever time it lasted. He wasn’t looking for a permanent 45

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thing and he carefully chose women who felt the same way. He liked his freedom, his independence. He was far from ready to give up the banquet life offered, nor had he felt the need to.

But somehow this woman with the silky brunette hair, who looked far more fragile than she actually was, had knocked down those barriers in a heartbeat. Well, okay, in an orgasm that defied description. This whole thing had moved along at fast-forward speed. But she’d gotten to him in a way no other woman ever had. He wanted to tie her up, fuck her senseless, spank that luscious ass and then fuck her there. More. All.

Everything.

She was also the only women he’d fucked in this house. He was always very careful to separate his sex life from his real life, not wanting to give any of his women the idea they could make themselves at home on the Lazy Aces. But everything about Em was different, and he wondered if he was following his cock only to find his head in a noose.

Still, he had no intention of changing his mind, he wanted this woman with an unexpected fierceness.

What if she said no? How would he be able to let her stay here, temptation just beyond his reach? But he couldn’t fire her. He’d already let that cat out of the bag.

Shit!

He wished she would say something already.

Then she nodded, slowly, and a soft “Yes” floated from her mouth.

Wyatt let his breath out in a whoosh and his heart began beating in triple time.

“Stay right here,” he murmured. “I’ll be right back. Do not move.”

She nodded.

He yanked on his jeans and shirt and raced through the house, confident that no one would wander in accidentally and ask him what the mad dash was about. In his room he opened a locked drawer and took out the things he wanted, yanking off his t-46

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shirt and folding it to hold everything. Then he was back in Emily’s bedroom, placing everything very carefully on the nightstand and stripping off his jeans again.

He paused to take a look at Emily, stretched out on the bed, the sweet naked little cunt just calling to him. She had stayed right where she was, in the same position, a look of expectancy on her face.

Too fucking wonderful.

Reaching out he ran his hand over the pink skin.

“Sweet. Just fucking sweet.”

Lifting Emily, he whisked away the towel still beneath her, tossed it aside and arranged her with her head on the pillows. As he reached for the fleece-lined leather cuffs beside the bed, he gave silent thanks that the beds in the house all had old-fashioned spindled headboards.

With great care he fastened each of the cuffs around her wrists, threading the thongs and linking them through the headboard. Emily followed everything he did with her eyes. When he had the cuffs secured, he bent his head and kissed her, first brushing his lips against hers before tracing the seam with his tongue and finally thrusting it inside. She welcomed his invasion, meeting his tongue with her own, and in that instant he knew it would be all right. That she would accept everything he had to offer and meet it with her own challenges.

His blood raced with anticipation and his cock flexed with need. He knew the playtime in the truck and shaving her cunt had enhanced her arousal. Now he wanted to see how long he could tease her, how well she could follow his order not to come until he finally gave her the release she wanted. He only hoped he could control
himself
long enough.

Kneeling between her thighs, he reached for a small vibrator that was one of his favorites. All of the toys were brand new—he always restocked after a relationship ended—but he knew how stimulating this particular toy could be.

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Emily was watching him, the heat in her eyes unmistakable, her face flushed with desire. God, he wanted to lick every inch of her body. He settled for kissing the insides of her thighs, just feather-light touches, tiny licks with his tongue, a ghost of a touch. He was rewarded when she quivered with need, automatically arching her hips up to him, urging him to the place she really wanted his touch.

He chuckled against her soft skin. “You want more, sugar? Let’s see how you like this?”

He turned on the little vibrator and ran it in short strokes over the top of her mound, over the newly naked skin. Although he circled the clit peeping out from the folds of pink flesh he deliberately skirted it, saving it until she was begging for him to touch her
there
.

“Please,” she begged, as the vibrator slid up and down her labia and rimmed the opening of her vagina.

“Please what?” He heard the huskiness in his own voice. “Tell me what you want, sugar?”

“More. You know.” She tugged at the cuffs as if trying to free her hands to show him what to do.

Wyatt bent forward, even as he kept the little toy buzzing around on its journey, and licked each nipple, once, with the tip of his tongue.

“If you want it, you have to tell me,” he urged. “I want to hear you say the words.”

Signs of her internal struggle flashed across her face. Then she wet her lips, took a deep breath and said, “Put it on my clit.”

“Ah.” He smiled at her. “See there? That’s my girl. And here’s your reward.”

He placed the little toy directly on her clit and exerted a slight amount of pressure.

He knew the vibrations were racing through her pouty lips and into her wet channel.

He knew exactly how much this would arouse her. He kept his eyes glued to her face as 48

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she trembled and bucked, trying to squeeze her legs together, riding the wave rising within her.

He slipped one finger inside her cunt and was rewarded with the wet kiss of her tender flesh and the clutching of her muscles around his touch. Her hips bucked again and the flush on her face deepened.

“Keep those beautiful eyes open,” he ordered when she closed them to lose herself in sensation. “I want to watch them when you come.”

No sooner had he said the words than her climax roared up through her, shaking her, hot cream bathing his finger inside her. She pushed her heels into the mattress.

Lifting herself into the stimulation as she continued to convulse in the grip of the orgasm. And despite her obvious need to lose herself in the blaze of carnal heat, she kept her eyes open, locked with his. The jade green darkened to the color of moss, golden highlights dancing in them as she rode out her orgasm.

When she finally stopped shuddering she let her head fall back on the pillows and struggled to draw air into her lungs.

Wyatt turned off the vibrator, dropped it beside him and crawled up to place his lips against hers, barely touching. “Wasn’t that good, sugar?” he breathed into her mouth. “I love watching you come. You let it all go.”