Acres, Natalie - Cowboy Boots and Unsettled Debts [Cowboy Boots 3] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever) (18 page)

“I know,” she whispered, her tongue tapping his, her fingers moving across his hard flesh, those rigid muscles bulging with his pain, the agony she’d caused him, the heartache he’d experienced. He was strung up tight, and she needed to make him relax, reassure him. Love him.

Her head fit in the palms of his hands, and he drew her to him. His tongue fought harder for space, delving inside her mouth. They dueled for the lead, for the tempo each desired.

Ace took the kiss deeper, spinning more passion in every thrust of tongue, lick across lips. His hands drifted down her shoulders, across her chest. He cupped her breasts and shot her a wicked smile, his thumbs pressing against the points, rolling over the buds.

“I dare you,” she teased.

“Do you now?” he rasped, dipping his head and kissing her nipple. Suckling her taut bud between his teeth, he moaned as he aroused her. “Is that what you like, Abby?”

She pressed her head against the wall. “Oh yes,” she breathed, spreading her legs, allowing his cock access as the length nudged against her pussy.

With one hand resting on his bicep, she arched against him, loving the way he worked with her arousal. She reached behind her and found the soap. He turned toward the spout, and she quickly and quite clumsily rubbed the bar across his shoulders, down his upper back.

He faced her again, took the soap from her hand and bathed her as well, caressing her breasts until her nipples were hidden under suds. His eyes became hooded. He shoved his hand between her folds, dragging the hard square under her pussy as he cleaned her, prepared her.

Her bottom clenched as he tapped her ass with the edge of the bar.

“Ah, so you
do
like that,” he crooned. “I’ll take you there, Abby. I’ll fuck you there right now if you want.”

She moaned, tossing her head back under the running water. She was aware of how he fondled himself, how his palm worked over his rigid cock. Unable to resist the show, she immediately glanced down.

He tilted his head, peered around her fallen locks in an effort to watch her staring at him. “You like that, Abby?”

He gripped his thick dick, tugged the length through his closed fist. “Do you, sugar?”

“Maybe,” she admitted, grabbing hold of his waist and sliding down to the concrete floor. Rather than take to her knees, she flattened her feet on either side of the drain, parted her legs and gripped his thighs.

He groaned as he stared down at her, admiring the way she settled between his parted legs. “How are you gonna manage this?” he asked, grinning.

“Feed me,” she demanded, gaping at his penis. “I’ll use your legs for balance. Put your cock in my mouth and let me have my way with you.”

“Your way?”

“Hmm-hmm.”

His fingers ran up and down his length as he pumped his cock and dragged the tip over her moist mouth. “You sure this is what you want?”

Her tongue whipped around his size and she sucked him between her lips, vibrating against the wedge of flesh he locked between her jaws. “There you go, sugar. That’s what you like, isn’t it?”

“Hmm,” she whimpered, rising to the crest, licking the shape, and dropping over the hard stalk once more.

“You’ll get a mouthful.”

She jerked her head back and looked him squarely in the eye. “I’ve waited for five years to taste you. Now be a sport. Give me every last drop.”

His eyes became darker. The lust became obvious. He changed his stance and fucked her then, his cock strumming across her tongue, pulsing at the back of her throat, and just when she thought she’d get a good dose of his spill, he yanked her into his arms, pressed her back against the shower stall, and stuffed his dick inside her pussy.

“Ace!” she screamed as soon as he entered her.

“Now, you can have your fill, baby,” he rasped.

“Oh my God, Ace,” she whimpered.

“That’s right, baby doll. Scream my name.” He fucked her like he’d meant to do it in another life, like the missed opportunities were too numerous and far too painful. His cock danced inside her channel as he swirled the length inside her cunt, poking her one minute, making slow love the next.

She was losing a part of herself she’d never be able to reclaim again. Ace wasn’t this kind of man. He wasn’t any woman’s lover. He belonged to her. She saw the love in his eyes, felt the genuine compassion in his touch.

“More,” she whispered, grabbing hold of his biceps and digging her nails into his flesh. “Go harder, deeper. Damn it! Give me all of you!”

He snarled. “My little vixen.”

Her nipples spiked. His tone made her wet. His lustful stare made her feel like his woman. As she groveled for pleasure, he rammed inside her, prodding her with his solid length, snaking his thick wedge of flesh deeper as he penetrated her with a full-throttled effort.

“Ace, now,” she breathed, her orgasm coming closer, her climax right at the brink. “Please don’t let me lose this. Come now! Right now!”

“Damn it! Don’t move!” he screamed, bunching her hair. His lips came crashing down over hers as his tongue churned inside her mouth as rapidly as his cock stroked her pussy.

He threw his body against hers. Sudden jolts changed his rhythm as he fired into her pussy, shooting off what felt like hot, snapping pops as their pleasure found them at the same time, rocked them into simultaneous and multiple releases. The friction was exquisite, the tremors quite incredible.

She grabbed hold of the orgasm and fought to make the pleasure last. “Ace!” Her voice wasn’t her own now. She cried out like a woman in love. Ace lived within her. He was a part of her.

His body and hers were truly one as he pumped inside her. He fucked her like he’d never stop, as if he fully intended to stamp her with his seed, leave her forever marked as his.

“Good God! I can’t stop!” he screamed, his body rocking, his dick traveling. “Damn it. I can’t pull out. Not yet.” His hands fell to her legs. He slammed between her folds once more, stabbing her with harder thrusts, screwing himself higher, fucking still deeper.

As his hot spill rushed through her cunt, her pussy tightened around his rigid cock. And long after he’d become flaccid, he still pushed inside her, almost in an effort to claim a higher place.

He buried his face in her hair and whispered against her ear, “It’s as if I’ve never been inside a woman and like I’m scared to death I’ll never have the opportunity to love you again.”

* * * *

Brantley knocked. Ace swung open the door with a towel around his waist. Behind him was the prettiest picture he’d ever seen. Abby’s wet locks framed her face.

“You couldn’t wait, could you?”

“Nope,” Ace said, bending down to gather their clothes. Tossing his garments in the washing machine and hers on top of the dryer, he added, “And if I were you? I wouldn’t either.” Then, he left.

“Abby, we have to meet the others upstairs.” He was hard, erect, and dying to slip behind that curtain.

She crooked her finger back and forth. “Come here, Brantley.”

“You look like you’ve had enough for one day.”

She dragged the curtain back and ran her hands over her curves. “Do I?”

“Good God in heaven above. You are…”

“Show me, Brantley. Show me. And tell me.”

He gathered up her belongings. The desire he held for her drove the man, but the leader of the team refused to take the kiss. One touch would destroy him. One kiss guaranteed he’d lose sight of what was important on this mission.

He handed off her clothing. “I’ll regret this for the rest of the day.”

“Probably,” she agreed, stepping out of the shower.

Her bare bottom drew his attention. The perfectly round globes tempted him, and before he could stop himself, he slapped her ass and said, “One of these days, you’ll have more men than you can handle.”

“I hope so, Brantley. I’m in my prime, and I’d hate to see you miss out and get left behind.”

Chapter Twenty-One

Abby had been loved well. She’d lived without sex for over a year. Then, in less than twenty-four hours, her life changed. Without warning, without prior notice, she reconnected with her greatest love and found another comparable to the one she first thought she’d lost forever.

She freshened up and joined the others. She strolled in the room, aware of the fact everyone knew what kept them waiting. She took a seat on the computer desk, her ass landing right next to Fowler’s keyboard.

Fowler’s back was to her, but she noticed how rigid his shoulders became after she claimed a seat behind him. “Did you have a good time?” he asked, taunting her.

“Pay attention, Fowler. Brantley has a lot to say and I have a few things to add. I think you’ll be impressed by the time this meeting is over.”

He swiveled around in his chair. “The only way that’ll happen is if I get my turn in the shower.” Before she responded, he turned back around.

“Gang, I need your attention,” Brantley said, staring right at her.

“You have it,” she assured him.

He took a deep breath. His gaze shifted between Ace and Porter, then Ace and Kit.

Oh boy. Here we go.

“All right, there are a few things we need to get out of the way.”

“I’ll say,” Casey said, addressing her.

“Casey, I’m talking about tomorrow night,” Brantley said, fiddling with a television set. Popping a disc in the DVD player, he continued, “We have reservations tomorrow night at Juraz Mendete’s Lifestyle Resort. His guys are still quite worried over the fact they can’t seem to locate Abby.” His gaze narrowed. “Abby, it’s crucial that you stay out of sight until tomorrow night.”

“Not a problem.”

“That means you don’t leave this house. You don’t leave the second floor. If you need something from the kitchen, one of us will bring you what you need. Understand?”

She crossed her legs. “I could get used to this.”

“Don’t,” Brantley said abruptly. Then, he winked as if a little flirting would go a long way. “It’s a temporary inconvenience none of us want.” His lips twitched as he lost his fight to hide a smile.

“Okay. Let’s get down to business.” The movie played wasn’t one with credits, but it began like a typical true crime show—investigators standing over a dead body. The one pictured was covered in blood.

Abby gasped when she recognized the victim—Juraz’s latest sub.

Brantley pointed at the woman’s corpse. “Apparently Juraz already thought Abby was his replacement. Ronda Remming was found late last night. Her body was battered and beaten. She’d been sexually assaulted. Midwestern division operatives are working the case. Sloane is convinced Juraz was the last one to see her alive, which means he took care of this job himself.”

“We were supposed to protect her,” Abby said softly, immediately carrying the blame for this. If she hadn’t been so opposed to spending the night in the same house with Juraz, Ronda might still be alive.

“She’s a casualty,” Kit said coolly. “We all know about those, don’t we, Abby?”

“Some more than others,” she replied. She knew about sacrifice, if that’s what he meant.

“Abby, I want you to take a good look at this picture,” Brantley said, his voice firm. “I’ve had time to rethink how this operation should be handled. We’re not going to run all over the place without specific orders to follow. I know you want the kill. I understand your need to take the shot, but it’s not going to happen.”

She hopped down from the desk and stormed across the room. “Please don’t pull me off this case, Brantley.”

“If I have to,” Brantley said reluctantly, “I will. I have the authority to do it.”

Abby hurriedly scanned the faces of the others. From Kit to Judson to Ace and all the others, she saw Brantley had the full support he wanted.

“The good old boys’ club can’t stop me from doing this job the way Conrad would’ve expected me to do it,” she told them.

Ace stepped forward. “Abby, we want to keep you safe. If you go in there like a cocked gun, this whole operation will blow up in our faces.”

Kit stood beside him. “He’s right, Abby. Listen to Brantley. We’re all in agreement here that Brantley’s plan is the only way we’ll be able to lure Juraz and keep you safe at the same time.”

She stomped over to the computer desk and reclaimed her seat. She propelled her arms behind her, bracing her body with flat palms pressed against the desk.

“Continue,” Kit said out of the corner of his mouth, his gaze pinned to her body.

She wondered what words Kit and Ace had exchanged. Had there been a conversation at all? Did Kit know she’d fucked Ace as soon as she’d gotten back to the farm? Did he know it was the first time and silently hoped it wouldn’t be the last?

No, she decided. Kit didn’t know her at all now. Maybe he’d been her shadow. Maybe he’d been watching all of them from afar, but what did he really understand about her now?

He smirked as he watched her. A wicked grin stamped his face. His lust-filled eyes remained glued to her chest.

Well, one thing was certain. He still knew how to piss her off.