Acres, Natalie - Cowboy Boots and Unsettled Debts [Cowboy Boots 3] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever) (10 page)

Abby couldn’t recall when she’d had a dildo in her pussy for an extended stay. And she’d never walked a mile with a dick in her twat.

Thank God she’d had the good sense to insert the toy halfway. If she’d pushed the blasted thing all the way in, she would’ve climaxed several times by now.

“Will you show me, sub?”

His request made her jerk. Her breathing changed. She had hoped to buy time, postpone something like this until she was confident she had backup, someone watching—even though that was going to redden her cheeks enough, too—but now Juraz was impatient. He wanted to look at her pussy!

The evidence of his greedy impatience imprinted his trousers. He’d been hard since she’d left the restroom. Now, there was a small speck of his excitement staining his light-colored pants.

“The security is tight at the airport,” she told him as the plane descended.

“We don’t have to leave the aircraft until we’re ready,” he reminded her, grabbing her by the hips and drawing her to him as he repositioned himself on the bench seat. His long nose was at her crotch. The beak was so large, it felt like a man’s cock was nudging her coochie.

“Show me, sub,” he whispered against her dress. “Show me how well you mind your Master.”

“Yes, Master,” she said, dropping her gaze as she parted her legs. Clenching her pussy and shifting her weight from one foot to the other, she deliberately worked the shaft away from her folds. There was only one way to stop exposure.

“Now, sub,” he said firmly. “I won’t ask again.”

The rubber penis and her cunt parted ways. A loud thud echoed in the cabin.

“What the hell?” he bellowed. His eyes were wide as his gaze followed the dildo until the object disappeared.

Juraz’s prized possession, his tailor-made dick, had fallen to the floor. Then the absurd artificial cock rolled under the cockpit door, completely out of sight.

* * * *

“There you are,” Brantley said as he entered the bunker. “I almost didn’t find the trap door, actually walked by it several times. I swear that slide would put most amusement rides to shame. I was afraid there wasn’t a stopping point.” He stopped yapping and stared. He quickly turned around and faced the other direction. “What the bloody hell are you doing down here?”

Ace chuckled as he stuffed his cock back in his jeans. He stood and tossed his cell in passing. “See for yourself.”

“Fuck!” Brantley shouted, juggling the phone. “I don’t want this damn thing. I know where your hands have been.”

“Get over it,” Ace said, walking in the tiny bathroom. After he cleaned up, he met Brantley in the living area. “She was mighty fuckin’ fine.”

Brantley scanned the text messages. “Yes, I see that.” A beat later, he was furious, and he apparently didn’t feel like holding anything back. “Do you know what kind of danger you could’ve brought down on her? What if Juraz had walked in and found something like this? Hmm? Did you stop jerking off long enough to think about that? Why, she could’ve died up there! You should’ve told her to use her imagination.”

Ace grunted. “Now what fun would that have been?”

Brantley glared at Ace. Oh yeah. He was a pisser. This mission was gonna get ugly. It was bound to be the messiest, sloppiest job they’d ever done.

Ace patted Brantley squarely between the shoulders and said, “We’ve got enough problems without you worrying about me, Brantley.”

“Like?”

“For starters, every man on your team is in love with Abby.”

“That’s a crock of shit and you know it.”

Ace rubbed his chin. “Nope. I’m just the only one who is man enough to admit it. Thing is, if I see her stretched out before Juraz, I’ll rip down walls to get to her. And you? Hell! You’d cut off your own oxygen supply underwater just to save her.”

Brantley looked around the bunker as Ace spoke. He walked in one room, then exited, toured another, then stood in front of Ace again. “Who else is in love with Abby?”

“Ah fuck, Brantley. Let’s not dance. Neither one of us has the right moves. Abby has been our woman since she joined our team. Five years is a long time for a man to crave something he’s never had.”

“Eternity.”

“Exactly. And now we’re all supposed to sit back and watch her fuck the very man who killed her father?”

Fowler arrived down the slide just in time to gather that tidbit of information. “Conrad was Abby’s father?”

“Damn it!” Brantley shouted.

Ace shrugged. “They should’ve been warned, man. I told you from the beginning. There shouldn’t be secrets on this team.”

Fowler appeared distressed. “Conrad was Abby’s father?” He was still processing.

“The only women affiliated with the Underground Unit are well connected,” Brantley said. “Conrad was married twice before. Abby was his daughter from his first marriage.”

“So you mean those kids were…”

“Yes, Fowler. They were her half siblings, and they died because of Juraz’s orders.”

Fowler shook his head. He looked as if he’d taken a shot through the chest. “Then you have to stop this, Brantley. She won’t be able to handle this job. This is insane. You’re setting her up to fail. She won’t be able to pull this off. I thought we were too close to the situation, but that man killed the only blood kin she had!”

Ace pointed at Brantley. “What’d I tell ya? L-O-V-E. None of us can think for worrying about her.”

Brantley sneered. “Apparently that’s right. You certainly made a believer out of me.” He pointed at the phone. “Do that again and I’ll send you out of here.”

Fowler glared at Ace’s mobile. He didn’t have a clue. Then again, Fowler wouldn’t understand. He wouldn’t know good pussy if one slapped against his chin.

“I’m for real, Ace,” Brantley said. “Fuck around with Abby again while she’s trying to work and I’ll send you packing.”

“I wouldn’t leave if you tried to force me out. Do us both a favor and don’t,” Ace said. “Besides, I’m the only one who’ll be able to talk her down when she goes nuts. And you and I both know it’s destined to happen.”

Before an argument erupted, Fowler said, “Do you guys have any idea how to get out of here?”

Brantley snarled. “When you find yourself in a hole, you evidently start digging.”

Fowler shook his head. “No, that’s not how the adage goes.”

“It is when you’re fifty feet under,” Ace said, pointing at the slide-in they’d all used when they entered Brock Donovan’s underground world.

About that time, Porter dropped to the floor and rolled across the carpet. “This is pretty cool.” He looked around. “Hey guys. Figured you might need someone to show you the way out.” He held up his cell. “Donovan sent a message and said he forgot to explain how to escape the dungeon.”

“Far be it for our trusted leader to have such vital information,” Ace teased. Brantley threw down the leadership card first. He might as well taunt him whenever the opportunity presented itself.

Brantley was his friend but now he was also his boss. Ace was actually relieved about that. Abby was the only other “inside” option for the agent-in-charge position. The title carried far too many risks.

He didn’t want Abby in charge. He was terrified they would lose her, afraid she’d become Juraz Mendete’s next mark if Juraz discovered Conrad had another daughter.

Brantley let Ace’s slur slide. “So, Porter, how do we leave this place?”

“If we’re ever forced to collapse the tunnels, someone else will need to dig us out, someone who knows where the bunkers are. The only time we use that option is when an obvious threat exists above. However, if there isn’t a pending danger, then it’s easy. We crawl out.”

Ace gulped. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

“No, this is the main bunker. There’s one way in and one way out.”

“It’ll take all night to get out of this damn thing,” Ace complained, pacing.

Fowler gripped his handheld minicomputer and started inputting data. Apparently, he wanted exact logistics. “Um, I believe it will take about an hour or so.”

Porter gasped. “That long?” He hurried toward the mouth of the slide. “Hurry up. We can’t waste a second. Abby just got back. She’s with Juraz. That’s the real reason I came looking for you!”

Chapter Eight

Casey was stuck. He had nowhere to go except forward after he walked off the porch and practically crashed into Juraz and Abby.

“Abby,” he said casually. “I was getting worried about you.”

Juraz sneered. “I know you. Didn’t I see you at the club?”

Casey cleared his throat and thrust his hand out. “Yes, I’m Casey. I’m Abby’s brother.”

Behind Juraz, she mouthed, “What?”

“We work together, but I’m staying here until I can find a place of my own.”

“Maybe I can help you,” Juraz suggested, his gaze jumping around as he viewed the property.

Casey frowned. “Yes, uh, maybe we can look for places together.”

Juraz stood taller. “I like it here. I noticed as we were driving out how peaceful and serene it is. If your sister and I hit it off, I may stay on for a while. Isn’t that how you country boys express yourselves down South?”

“Yeah, well, um, you’re welcome to stay as long as you like, but in case, um, Abby didn’t tell you, I own half this property. Abby moved in first and I do plan to move, but it will, uh, be when I’m ready.”

Juraz arched a brow. Casey didn’t challenge him further. He’d said enough, and he didn’t have backup, which was disconcerting.

Abby pointed toward the sedan behind her. “We picked up a rental at the airport. You were supposed to leave my car in the short-term lot. What happened to that?”

Brantley must’ve forgotten. Casey tried to conceal a grin. That mishap would cost the new boss.

“I meant to call and tell you this morning. I took your Vette out for a spin and it just quit on me,” he explained. “I had to call for a tow. It’s in the shop.”

“Really?” Abby asked, arching a brow. “That’s odd.” Behind Juraz’s back, she pursued her lips and waggled her brows. She liked where he was going with this and Brantley would likely have his head.

The boss would only have a few days to produce a sports car. He’d be forced to cough up the money for an expensive luxury rental or buy one outright before Juraz became suspicious. Brantley was so tight he squeaked and probably wouldn’t like paying for expensive props.

Juraz studied Casey. Was he trying to figure out if they were winging things? Was he suspicious? Were there too many red flags waving, or was Juraz so smitten by Abby he didn’t see the obvious right in front of his face?

“I’ll check on your wheels tomorrow. I didn’t have a chance to get around to it this afternoon. I’ve had a lot to do since I got back in town, tending to the farm and all.” Oh man, if Juraz read expressions, he most likely knew he had a hold of a liar.

Casey wasn’t much of an actor. He preferred to stay silent and in the shadows. He hated fibbing, even for the job, mainly because he sucked at it.

“Where are your buddies tonight?” Abby asked, glancing over his shoulder and changing the subject. “I figured they’d stop by and get a poker game going.”

“Oh, they’re around here somewhere,” he replied, staring at the large red barn at the bottom of the hill. “They’re probably down at the stables nipping on moonshine or some homemade wine.”

“You make your own wine?” Juraz inquired.

“No, I don’t,” he replied, thinking this would be a fine time to cook one of the other guys. “Porter does.”

“And Porter is?”

“Abby’s ex,” Casey said flippantly.

Abby’s eyes widened.

Oops. That was the wrong move to make.

Juraz snarled. “And he’s ‘down at the barn?’”

“No, probably not,” Casey replied, backing up a step while hoping Porter didn’t return to the house right about then.

“Sub, I need a word with you,” Juraz grated out, his anger evident.

“Wow, you move fast, Abby,” Casey said, watching them as they strolled toward the porch.

Once they reached the front steps, Juraz cupped her cheeks and firmly held her head between open palms, looking her squarely in the eyes. Casey observed them together. Juraz spoke to her in a low voice, whispering something in her ear like a lover might.

Abby tossed her head back and giggled. Her seductive laughter was addictive and Casey wanted to spank her ass for making him jealous. And he was envious.

Juraz had no right to touch the only woman Casey wanted to love.

Instead of causing a scene, Casey reminded himself of the role he’d assumed. What the hell had he been thinking? Her brother? He wanted to be her lover, and he told Juraz he was her sibling? What the hell was wrong with him?

The light conversation between Juraz and Abby continued. They looked too chummy, far too comfortable with one another.

Casey bit his tongue. He cursed under his breath as he saw the way Juraz handled her. When he released her face, he caressed her arm as he continued to speak to her. After they had a quick discussion, Juraz placed his hand in the small of her back and guided her toward Casey again.