The Cowboy's Property (Siren Publishing Classic) (3 page)

Here in the barn, all of Laura’s bitching drifted into the far recesses of her mind. The worry about the sale of the ranch and the stability of her job dropped off her radar. When Kayla was with the horses, nothing else mattered.

She unlocked the feed room, loaded the wagon with grain, and eased down the center aisle between the stalls. Once all the feed buckets and water buckets were filled, she made her way to the last stall to break open a fresh bale of hay. Reaching the neatly stacked rectangles of fragrant grass, she worked her fingers under the taut wire holding the mass together and prepared to give it a tug.

“Where I come from, no self-respecting gentleman would let a beautiful woman handle something that big without offering assistance.”

He came
. Desire licked its way from her pussy to her nipples, drawing them to tight buds. The deep timbre of his voice set her body on fire with want and need. She glanced at him over her left shoulder, leaned forward, and gave him a great view of her denim-clad ass. “Do you doubt my ability?”

Shit, he was sexy. A black felt Stetson covered his dark hair. A cotton T-shirt molded his chest, showing off every dip and curve of the defined muscles beneath. Worn denim encased his long legs. The silver and gold buckle at his waist couldn’t hide the pronounced bulge beneath.

Two strides brought his hips flush with hers. The impressive ridge of his cock pressed against her ass as he wrapped his fingers around her waist. “Baby, if your body can keep half the promises that I’ve heard come out of your mouth, I’ll be the luckiest man in the world.”

Kayla rolled her hips against his crotch. “My mouth can do a lot more than make promises.”

Jack slid his fingers to the button of her jeans and released it. “But can you back up those words?” The metallic slide of the zipper echoed in the silent stall.

She gripped his right wrist and pushed it down into the front of her pants. With no panties, she knew he could easily feel how wet and ready she was. “Do you want to find out?” she whispered.

He pushed his hand further down into the front of her jeans, sliding a finger between the damp folds of her sex. “Isn’t there some rule about fraternization here?”

Kayla moaned as two fingers slid deep into her aching channel. “Yes.”

“Not worried about breaking the rules?” His hot breath teased the shell of her ear.

“Do you really want me to think about the rules right now?” She arched her back against his chest, driving his fingers deeper into her pussy.

Jack rolled his hips against her. “No, I don’t.” The ridge of his cock nestled against her ass.

With determined hands, Kayla shoved her jeans down her hips, allowing him greater access to her. He caressed her deeply and turned his attention to her clit. Teasing and flicking. Passion coiled deep in her stomach. A strong hand gripped her shoulder and urged her to lean across the neatly stacked hay bales in front of her.

Christ, he had talented fingers. “Then what do you want me thinking about?” A moan passed over her lips as he grazed her clit with his thumb.

His fingers disappeared from inside her. Before she had time to voice her displeasure, he spun her around and sat her on one of the bales. The dry blades of coastal hay pricked her tender skin. He dropped to his knees and tugged her jeans down as far as they would go with her boots still on.

“I want you thinking about my mouth on your pussy.” His callused hands skimmed the inside of her thighs, spreading her as wide as the confines of the denim would allow.

“I’d rather feel it than think about it.” Leaning back on her elbows, she angled her trimmed mound toward him in a silent invitation.

A feral growl rumbled from his chest as he spread her lower lips with his fingers. “And I’d rather taste than talk.”

Kayla smiled. “Get in there, cowboy, because I won’t stop you.”

The first touch of his tongue across her swollen pussy sent a shock wave through her body. Wickedly delicious swipes and nips set her on fire. She gasped. Fuck, his mouth was better than his fingers. He pulled her clit between his lips, flicking, and sucking. One strong finger teased her opening, dancing around the edge but never penetrating.

“Good thing, because as good as you taste, I may not get my fill for a while.” His mouth returned to her, sliding his tongue down her slit, toying with her clit, and moving farther to tease her entrance.

Hay poking her ass and arms and restricted use of her legs wasn’t generally her ideal setting for sex, but his oral action was more than making up for any discomfort she was dealing with. Tension coiled deep within her like a spring ready to explode. The walls of her pussy contracted, needing penetration, needing completion.

His magical tongue dipped into her, laving her thoroughly. She whimpered and rolled her hips against his mouth. More. She needed more. “Don’t tease me, Jack.”

“Tell me what you want.” He gave another deep lick and swirl as his thumb circled her clit.

Kayla’s body quivered. “I don’t give a shit as long as it ends with me coming against your mouth.” She clenched her teeth as he delivered another precise flick.

“Maybe I don’t want to end the meal.” A long finger slid into her channel and retreated.

A moan of frustration escaped her lips. “Then come back for seconds.”

Two fingers entered and curled, stroking her G-spot. “I plan on it.”

Their gazes locked. His eyes were dark like a fine chocolate from under the brim of his hat. Absolutely sinful. And like the candy, it would be easy to overindulge in the pleasures he offered. And the risks.

Jack dipped his head, never breaking eye contact, and sucked her clit into his mouth. His fingers plunged in and out of her pussy. Nothing had ever been quite as erotic as watching this sexy man on his knees in the dirt, licking her, pleasuring her, and driving her right to the brink.

“We have some fine horses.” Laura’s nasal voice sliced the silence in the barn.

Kayla froze. Jack must have heard, too, because his tongue slowed but didn’t stop. “Jack,” she whispered.

“Shh.”

“You have some fine guests here, too.” Another woman. “Who is that good-looking cowboy who came in late?”

“Mmm, he is nice. Jack Monroe. I don’t know much about him. He lives in Wyoming and does something with computers, I think.” The voices were getting closer.

Jack tugged on her clit with his teeth and pushed his fingers deeper into her pussy. “Do you want me to stop?”

Kayla barely heard the words over the warning bells sounding off in her head. Her life flashed before her eyes. If they got caught, she would lose her job before the sale, but right now she couldn’t think of a single reason why keeping her job could be better than what he was doing to her right now. She shook her head.

He blew a warm breath across her exposed flesh, sending tingles racing through her pussy. “I hope you can come quietly. Otherwise we may get an audience.” He buried his mouth against her, licking and tugging, curling his fingers deep. Stroking her with unsurpassed skill.

Somehow he seemed to know exactly when and where to deliver a precise maneuver designed to drive her wild. Her fingers flexed in the hay beneath her. The need to bury her hands in his hair and press him closer, to ride his tongue to ecstasy, was overwhelming.

“Well, whatever he does, I’d love to find out what he’s packing in those jeans he wears.” The other woman giggled. “If the size of his feet is any clue, the man has a huge cock.”

Kayla’s pussy clenched around his fingers. She knew for a fact his cock was huge. More than once she’d felt the distinctive ridge. If he was half as skilled with it as he was with his mouth and hands, she was in trouble.

“Does that mean you plan on finding out?” Jealousy tinged Laura’s voice.

“What does it matter to you? A man like that, we could both have a taste if we want to.”

“What makes you so sure?”

Kayla sucked in a sharp breath and bit her lip as Jack plunged his tongue into her channel then quickly replaced it with his fingers. The man was driving her wild. She wasn’t sure she could hold back the impending orgasm threatening to overtake her.

“Laura, men who are that fine, love to fuck. In my experience, they aren’t very picky as to who they screw as long as they get theirs. I would be only too happy to oblige, and I plan on making that very clear to him at breakfast.”

His mouth worked faster. Fingers curled and stroked her G-spot, making her entire body tense with need. The muscles of her pussy quivered at every touch. Fuck, she was so close. They were so close.

She squeezed her eyes shut against the sensations bombarding her. The man was relentless. Talented, but relentless.

“Not if I get to him first,” Laura snapped.

Brilliant shards of color exploded in the blackness as she tumbled over the edge. Her hands fisted in the bale of hay, and every muscle in her body hummed. The bickering voices of the two women faded, and all Kayla could hear was the pounding of her heart in her ears.

Spent, she sagged back against the hay and tried to calm her ragged breathing. When she finally regained enough strength to open her eyes, Jack was staring at her. The barn was silent. Had Laura and the other woman heard them? There was no way she could see down the aisle from her position.

He must have known what she was thinking. “They left.”

Kayla hadn’t realized she’d been holding her breath until the air whooshed out of her lungs. Jack chuckled and stood. He extended a hand and helped her to her feet. He stooped and started pulling up her jeans.

“What about you?”

Jack smiled. “What are you doing tomorrow night?”

Kayla fastened the button of her denim. “Why? You looking for seconds?”

“Hell, yes, but I figured I could take you out to dinner first. Do you like Chinese food?”

A smile pulled at her lips. “Yes.”

“What time do you get off?” His hands skimmed over her hips and pulled her against him.

“I guess that depends on how good a job you do.”

“Complaining about the service?” The hard length of his cock pressed against her pussy through her jeans.

“Pick me up at seven. I have a cabin just behind the lodge.”

His dark eyes sparkled in the dim lighting of the barn. “Wild horses couldn’t stop me.”

A chuckle danced in her chest. “Horses, maybe, but I think I know two women who are going to try their damndest.”

Kayla was just putting the finishing touches on her makeup when a knock sounded at the front door. She glanced at her watch, five till seven.
Jack must be eager to get the night started.
Tamping down the butterflies, she opened the door.

“Oh, were you going somewhere tonight?” Laura stood in the doorway.

“Yes, I am.” The woman never quit. One night off a week and the bitch always found some emergency that needed Kayla’s attention.

“But we’re shorthanded in the restaurant.” She crossed her arms over her chest.

There was always something. “I’m sorry, but tonight’s kind of special.” No lie there. “I’ve been planning it for a while.”
Okay, so only for about twenty hours.
“And my date should be here anytime.”
So, you need to get the hell out of here.

Her eyes narrowed as she took in Kayla’s appearance, taking in the slinky black dress and strappy black heels. “Going out with one of the other wranglers?”

“No, Laura. I know your rule about employees dating each other.”
And all the other rules you try to force on us.
“I wouldn’t dream of breaking it.”

“Good. It wouldn’t bode well for your job to start breaking the rules.” She glanced at her watch. “You will be able to help in the dining room tomorrow night, though, right?” It wasn’t really a question, and they both knew it.

If it will get you out of here.
“Of course.”

“Good.” Laura gave her a curt nod, started to walk away, and then turned back. “I have to say, Kayla, I never would have guessed for such a plain girl that you would clean up so well. I would tell you to put forth more effort into your appearance every day, but really, who here cares if you look drab and tired all the time. Certainly not the guests, they expect the help to be plain.” She turned and continued her way toward the lodge.

Bite a big one, bitch.
It was a good thing the owner continued on her course because if Laura turned around and saw the one-fingered salute Kayla was presenting her with, she might be in trouble.

“Now there is the best offer I’ve had all day.” Jack came around the corner of the cabin looking sexy as hell in his wranglers, suit jacket, and tie.

Kayla cocked her head and raised one brow. “How many offers have you had today?” She stepped outside and pulled the door closed behind her.

He stopped directly in front of her. “Two more than I wanted.” His gaze raked over her. “You look beautiful.”

Grabbing his tie, she pulled him closer until their bodies were flush. “If you think the dress is nice, wait until you see what’s under it.”

“Oh, yeah?” He lowered his head and captured her mouth with his in a searing kiss.

She moaned and threaded her fingers in his hair. Their tongues met in a desperate, needy kiss and turned her blood white-hot with need. He pulled her closer and pushed her back against the door. With nowhere for her to go, he let his hands drop to her hips and pressed her intimately against the iron-hard ridge of his cock.

Desire shot through her like a cannon, pooling between her legs. If they didn’t get going, dinner might never happen. Reluctantly, she pulled back, breaking the kiss. His eyes were dark with lust.

“Dinner?”

Jack sighed deeply. “Dinner.” His warm hand encased her fingers as he led her around her cabin and down to his truck. After helping her in, he walked around the front and climbed behind the wheel.

A heated flush crept over her as his eyes devoured her body before he started the motor. Carefully, he backed out of his parking place and headed toward the main road that would take them off the mountain.