Authors: Lorelei James
Tags: #Romance, #Contemporary, #Adult, #Western, #Red Hots!, #Western Romance
Raising Kane (16 page)
He’d begun to drift off when his cell phone rang. Never fucking failed. He’d left messages with his cousins about canceling their poker game, but one of them was probably calling to harass him. He answered without looking at the caller ID. “If you’re gonna whine about poker night. Save it. I’m draggin’
ass tonight and don’t feel like losin’ a pile of money. Catch me tomorrow.”
A chuckle. “That’s definitely a unique way to answer the phone.”
Shit. Not his one of his cousins. “Sorry, Dash. Been a long damn day and I was half-asleep. What’s up?”
“Two things. Hayden couldn’t remember what time the workshop started tomorrow and I can’t find the flyer with the information.”
“It starts at ten. Does he still need me to pick him up?”
“Probably, since it’s not like I can hop into my Mercedes and get him there.”
“Speaking of… That is one sweet ride.” Far as Kane knew, the SL500 Mercedes Ginger drove used to belong to Dash. “How fast will it go?”
“I had it up to one forty the last time I cut loose.”
Kane whistled. “Nice. As much as I love to bullshit about cars I can’t afford, what was the other reason you called?”
A heavy sigh. “It’s Ginger. She’s working herself into the ground making up for lost time after her accident. She hasn’t been home until after ten o’clock the last two nights.”
He glanced at the clock and saw it was nearly nine. “She’s still not home?”
“No. I’m worried about her dozing off as she’s driving. Could be a deadly mistake with this cold snap, especially when the girl acts like she’s in LA and refuses to wear proper winter attire. Which also made me realize it’s time to change out the battery in the Mercedes, so I worry she’ll have car trouble.”
The image of Ginger huddled in her paper-thin leather coat, no gloves, wearing fuck-me stilettos, as she froze inside her dead car along the side of the road, shook Kane out of his sleepy state.
“Has she been out of contact with you? Because I could call Cam at the sheriff’s office and have him start lookin’—”
“No. I know she’s still at the office working. I spoke to her right before I called you. I hate to impose, but is there any chance you can check out her car and see if there’s an issue with the battery?”
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“Tonight?”
“Yes.”
“Okay. No problem. Anything else?”
Another hesitant pause. “Could you check on her? I’m aware she’s a grown woman, but she pushes herself to the limit.”
If Kane didn’t know better, he’d suspect this was the old man’s attempt at matchmaking. “I can do that. You want me to call you after I check on her?”
“No. If I don’t hear from you I’ll assume no news is good news.” Dash hung up.
Shep didn’t budge when Kane got up from the couch. He didn’t wag his tail with interest when Kane donned his outerwear. He just blinked his eyes and went back to sleep.
Smart dog.
The thermometer in Kane’s truck read twenty degrees below zero. Not an ideal night for a drive. But it’d be worse if Ginger called him at two in the morning because her car had crapped out.
Would she call you?
Yes. Who else did she have to call?
How about AAA?
He snorted. She’d rather walk home than admit to anyone in town, let alone that gossipy old tow truck driver Barney Troller, that she needed help. Damn stubborn woman.
The lights shone in her office. Her car remained parked in front. No streetlights, no easy access in case her battery was dead.
He parked beside her Mercedes and scaled the steps, two at a time. Kane got a little pissy when he walked right inside her office because she hadn’t bothered to lock the front door.
He rapped on her office door four times. “Ginger?”
Footsteps on the other side, then the door flew open. “Kane? What are you doing here?” A stark expression crossed her face. “Has something happened to Hayden?”
“No. He’s fine and your dad is fine.” Kane understood he might have to cover Dash’s butt. “I was in town and I noticed your office lights were on. Then I saw your car and wondered why the hell you’re workin’ this late on a Friday night.”
Ginger lifted her eyebrows. “You just happened to be in the neighborhood? Bullshit. Did Hayden send you? Or my dad?”
Busted. Before she flew off the handle, Kane pointed out, “Dash worries about you, Red. He feels pretty helpless. He couldn’t check up on you himself, so I volunteered to make sure you were okay on his behalf. It’s damn cold out there tonight. Sub-zero.” His gaze swept over her. She looked fantastic in a figure-flattering suit jacket and matching short skirt the color of coffee. Tan lace peeped from between the 94
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lapels of the jacket and her nylon-clad feet were bare. “Please tell me you brought more weather appropriate clothing to wear home?”
Those brown-green eyes narrowed. “Don’t start on me.”
Kane stepped closer. “Answer the question.”
“And if I don’t?”
“Such a sassy mouth. Damn, I missed it the last week.”
Her face softened. “Kane—”
He fused his lips to hers, stopping her protest. He groaned softly at the dark, sweet taste of her and deepened the kiss.
Immediately Ginger melted into him. Both arms circled his waist as her mouth clung to his in a kiss that was both sweet and compelling.
When he went to touch her face, he realized he hadn’t even taken his damn gloves off. He broke their lip-lock and studied her. “Where’s your sling?”
“Off. Doc said I only have to wear it at night. I’ve actually gotten pretty proficient at attaching it myself.” She pointed to her right calf. “The cast is gone too. No ligament damage. She was shocked about how fast I healed up.”
Both of those bits of good news should’ve warranted a phone call. “No need for me anymore?”
Ginger flirtatiously kissed his soul patch. “You almost sound sad about that, McKay.”
“I am.” He let her think on it for a few seconds before he said, “You about done here so I can follow you home? Or am I takin’ off my jacket and stayin’ awhile?”
“Maybe you should take off your pants too,” she teased.
“What would you do if I did?”
The humorous light left her eyes; they turned liquid with pure sexual heat. “I suppose I’d be forced to service your needs.”
“Forced?” he repeated.
Her gaze dropped to his crotch, then returned to his eyes. “Last night I dreamt of you. We were at some party and you got this…hungry look in your eye, the same one you’re sporting right now. You took me by the hand and led me to a bathroom. You locked the door, leaned against it and started to unbuckle your belt, all without saying a single word.”
Holy shit. Kane swallowed the ball of lust stuck in his throat. “What did you do?”
“Waited until you gave me the signal. You put your hand on my shoulder and pushed me to my knees to suck you off. Then I woke up hot and bothered and pissed.”
“Pissed? Why? Because of my highhanded behavior? Or because you liked bein’ obedient?”
“Neither. I was pissed because I was horny as hell. I knew if I’d been allowed to finish the dream you wouldn’t have left me wanting.” Ginger placed both palms on his chest. “You would’ve seen to my needs.”
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“I can still see to your needs, sugar,” he said with a silken drawl. “Right after you see to mine.” Kane tugged off his gloves and threw them aside. His coat hit the floor someplace behind him. Keeping his eyes locked to hers, he unhooked his belt buckle. He lowered his zipper. He dropped his jeans and boxers mid-thigh and pulled out his fully erect cock. “You know what I want.”
Without hesitation, she lowered before him. She kissed the head of his penis, grabbing it at the base with her right hand. She stroked, and outlined the flared rim of his cockhead with her tongue.
Kane hissed in a breath. He about shot his load when Ginger gave him that vixen-like smirk and sucked him to where her hand circled his dick.
He let her play. Tease and retreat. Taking his full length into her heated mouth while she rolled his balls between her fluttering fingers. He had to clench his butt cheeks together a couple of times to keep from taking over and fucking that sassy, sucking mouth.
Ginger slid her hands around to cup his ass and stopped. She allowed his dick to slide free from her mouth. “Holy crap. Your butt is like ice.”
“Told you it was cold out there,” he murmured.
She tongued the tip and smiled cheekily. “But it’s nice and warm right inside here.” She canted her head and swallowed him to the root.
Kane thrust his hands into her hair, keeping her head in place as a not-so-subtle reminder that he was in control.
Their eyes met. The surprise he saw reflected in hers morphed into heat. She knew. She handed him the reins.
He released the tight grip on her head and pulled back, thrusting in, showing her his preferred rhythm.
This blowjob wouldn’t take long. Between her sexy-ass dominant dream and the fact she’d dropped to her knees—well, he was hard and ready and that pretty much guaranteed he’d be quick on the trigger.
When Ginger started sucking him harder and squeezing his ass, Kane grunted as his balls grew tight.
His cock lifted in anticipation of release. Instead of driving deep and feeling her throat muscles working him, he withdrew halfway, resting the sweet spot on her tongue.
“There it is. Goddamn.” He let his head drop back, keeping a firm hold on her head so she couldn’t move. Spurt after spurt fired out and he felt her swallow every time his dick contracted. The pleasure was so potent his legs began to shake, rattling the loose belt buckle around his knees.
Then he felt a humming sensation, which he attributed to her laughter.
As he eased out of her mouth, he warned, “Two can play at that game.” He cupped her left elbow and helped her to her feet. His mouth enclosed hers in a forceful kiss. A primitive noise escaped when he tasted himself on her tongue.
“Take off your nylons. Those ankle-breakin’ heels you prefer are around someplace?”
“Under the desk.”
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“After you take off the hose, put them shoes back on.”
She ditched the hose and waited for his instruction, which quite frankly, shocked the crap out of him.
He half expected the lawyer inside her would point out they weren’t in a bedroom, so technically, he wasn’t in charge. He yanked up his pants, zipped and buckled. “Sit in your office chair and slip on your heels.”
Ginger sat like a lady and inserted her feet into the pointy-toed brown patent leather pumps.
Damn damn damn. That was one smoking hot image. Kane spun the chair so he could drop to his knees, half under the desk.
“Kane, what are you doing?”
“Hike up your skirt and put your feet on the desk. Just like that. Now angle your hips…perfect.” Then his mouth was on her, his tongue separated her soft, pink folds. He loved how she was already wet. As he licked and lapped at her slick sweetness, his cock hardened. This woman fired him up in no time flat.
Her hips began to lift and he noticed the death grip her fingers had on the arms of the chair.
He raised his head. “Ginger, look at me.”
Passion-glazed eyes met his. “Why? You planning to torment me with that talented mouth, cowboy?”
“Depends.” He flattened his tongue and dragged it up her wet center. “On.” He reversed course, zigzagging his tongue back down. “You.” A long, slow lap up. “Saying.” A meandering flicker of just the tip of his tongue as he made his way to the entrance to her body. “Yes.”
“Yes to what? I’ll say yes to anything if you just make me come right now.”
Kane grinned and blew a stream of air across her engorged tissues. “Anything, counselor?”
“I believe what you’re doing is called ‘leading the witness’ and my God, this time I won’t object.
Please, Kane.”
He let his thumbs glide up, mapping the outer swells of her cunt, until they met at the top. He gently separated the pliant skin, exposing her clitoris and lightly grazed his teeth over it.
Ginger jerked against his mouth with a gasp.
Then he formed a circle around the nub with his lips and sucked while his tongue flicked back and forth.
“Oh, yes, I’m already so close…”
His belt buckle dug into his abdomen and his cock probably had permanent zipper marks, but Kane didn’t move. He remained fully focused on proving how much he loved to be between her thighs. Her taste coating his tongue. Her wetness dampening his mustache and goatee. And the squeaking moans she only made when his mouth was on her like this.
Her legs trembled and her hands went from gripping the armrests to gripping his head. “More. Suck harder. Like that. Yes! Yes! Yes!”
At the peak of her orgasm, a burst of wetness coated his chin and he wanted to burrow into her completely.
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As the pulses slowed, then faded, her grip on his head loosened and she ran her fingers over the stubble.
With one last soft smooch, he pulled away.
The sated, dazed look in Ginger’s eyes made him want to roar, the alpha male who’d pleased his mate. He circled her ankles and put her feet on the floor.
“I don’t know if I should be scared of that twinkle in your eye, McKay.”
“Too late, you already said yes to anything I want, remember?”
“I was under duress,” she half protested.
“Uh-huh.” Kane stood and moved behind her. “How’s about you move outta this chair and sit on the desk, facing me.” He nibbled on the shell of her ear. “Lose the skirt.”
“Why do I have the feeling I’ll be losing my shirt too?”
“Because you are one smart cookie.” Kane toed off his boots, shucked his pants and underwear and plopped in her chair. “Nice. The material feels good against my bare ass.”
Ginger whirled around after her skirt and panties hit the carpet. Her eyes narrowed on his cock, sticking straight up like a flagpole. “You
are
hard again.”