Lenox Ranch Cowboys: Complete Boxed Set - Books 1 - 5 Page 8

  When the pants were around her knees and her perfect ass was visible, I sucked in a breath. She was a sight to behold, punishment or not, and my cock didn't care either way.

  "I'm pleased to see you aren't wearing any drawers."

  "I don't have any," she grumbled. "It seems whatever pairs I took with me to your house have disappeared."

  I sighed, let out some of my frustration. “Our house." I paused, letting that sink in. “You were in a household of all women. How could you not find a pair to sneak for yourself?"

  She looked at me with utter shock. "We do not share underthings."

  My mouth ticked up in a smile. "I'm glad to have discovered one rule you will not break."

  She frowned.

  I moved to sit on the blanket, Rose settled over my lap, bottom up. She squirmed and wriggled, but I held her in place.

  "Why are you being punished?" I asked.

  "Because I was reckless with my safety."

  Smack.

  She shifted forward at my strike, but did not move. I spanked her thrice more, hitting a different place each time. Her ass was turning a lovely shade of pink and a handprint formed on the upper swell of her right cheek.

  "Why else, kitten?"

  "I disobeyed you."

  I gave her five more rapid spanks. As she shifted, her discomfort obvious, her knees parted and her pussy became visible. I could see her perfectly shaved skin and her pretty pink folds. In the waning light, I noticed the glisten of her desire. She liked what I was doing to her, dominating her as I was.

  "What else?"

  Lowered on her elbows, her hands tightly grasping the blanket. When she shifted position, her pussy became even more open, her petals spreading and I saw every perfect inch of her. I stifled a groan, as I wanted to lick her pussy and make her come. That would have to wait, for we weren't done with her punishment.

  "I...I don't know!"

  Spank.

  "You are not to wear those pants in front of the men. It shows off your woman's shape. Your body is for me to see, no one else."

  Spank.

  My palm tingled as I finished out her punishment, watching her flesh darken from a pale pink to crimson. I didn’t spank her overly hard, for the count was high. My cock was hard against the placket of my pants, uninterested in her spanking but in what was soon to follow.

  Once finished, I exhaled and ran my palm over her hot flesh, letting the sting seep in.

  “You’re wet, kitten. Do you need something else from me?”

  Her eyes were closed and she rubbed her cheek against my blanket.

  “Say it. Tell me what you need.”

  She looked back at me. “I need you.”

  “Where?”

  “Inside of me. I need to come.”

  Yes, the way she was wiggling her hips, I knew she was as eager as me.

  I didn't stall, but moved her from my lap, but kept her on her forearms and knees. I didn't even remove the remainder of her clothes, for I needed to be buried in her, knowing she was mine and that she was safe. My fingers deftly undid my pants, pushed them down enough to free my cock. Shifting on my knees, I lined up to her sweet opening, grabbed her hip, and filled her to the brim. She was so tight, so hot and slick.

  She cried out and I groaned.

  “That’s it, kitten, just where I want to be. Deep inside you.”

  12

  CHANCE

  * * *

  I paused for just a brief moment, and then began to move. This wasn't going to be gentle, nor romantic. This was fucking—down and dirty fucking and we both needed it. I’d been away from her too long and it seemed she felt the same. Not that I wanted her on the damn cattle drive, but we’d take the edge off of our need. Then I’d work out the rest.

  She was so wet the sounds of it filled the air. The scent of her arousal was heady. My hips pumped into her at a consistent pace, my cock driving my motions more than my mind. Just the feel of her squeezing my dick had my brain going foggy. I could feel my orgasm building, the scalding heat of her hard to fight. Her hips started pushing back into me, meeting me as I filled her with the slapping sound of flesh on flesh. The sunlight made the skin of her ass a fiery red from her spanking, the remainder of her exposed flesh a bright gold. Her hair was a wild tangle, her braid sticking to the sweaty nape of her neck.

  "Do you want to come, kitten?"

  She nodded her head. "Yes! Oh, yes please, Chance."

  I slowed my pace, reached around and ran my fingers through her wetness, stroking over the swollen nub of her clit. As I continued to fuck her, I began to work her higher, carefully, slowly, yet very deliberately.

  "Oh!" she cried out, her body's motions losing their consistent rhythm.

  "Not yet. You can't come yet."

  "Why?" she cried out, turning her pleading gaze to me. Her green eyes were bright and wild.

  "Do you feel out of control? Desperate? Frantic?" My words escaped with my heavy breaths. I didn't stop working her body.

  Her eyes widened when my fingers stopped. "Yes," she groaned. Her hips shifted back and my cock pressed incredibly deep.

  "Good. Now you feel as I did when I saw you ride up. This marriage won't work if we're both out of control. We'll both go insane." I continued my patient thrusts of my cock, the slight shifting of my fingers, but it was at a cost. Sweat dripped down my temple, my cock desperate to let my baser needs take over and shift to all out fucking. Rose, however, had to know how I felt. "God, Rose, you feel so good. This is where I belong, filling you. Do you know how hot it is to see you like this? To see your pretty pussy lips wrapped around my cock? If something ever happened to you—"

  The need for her was too much and I pulled back and thrust deep once again. I couldn't hold back any longer. "Do you understand?" I growled.

  "Yes," she replied, her voice needy but almost a little forlorn. Contrite, perhaps? Was I naive to think a fucking alone would make her see reason? Did I always need to have her beneath me for her to understand how much she meant to me? Could I ever let her up?

  Moving my hands, I gripped her hips tightly, shifted her, as I wanted to have my cock rub just the way I wanted.

  "Reach down and touch yourself. Play with your clit until you come. I want to see you do it." My words were rough as my breath soughed in and out of my lungs.

  Lowering herself to a shoulder, she reached down and began to play, the sounds of her breathing changing immediately. I felt her inner walls clench tightly and I knew she was close. It never took much to take her over the edge. The little breathy sounds were an indicator and so I pulled back and made very slight fucking motions just inside her opening, using the broad head to rub over that spot that she loved so much.

  It only took three or four passes and she came, her entire body tightening as she called out my name. I couldn't hold back, couldn't resist another moment and I plunged into her, bumping her womb again and again. My balls tightened, my seed boiled and I erupted, the days of abstinence having me coat her insides copiously.

  Rose slumped down on the blanket. Her eyes were closed and her breathing began to slow. Recovery was difficult, as I was still hard and wanted her again. Pulling my cock free, I watched as my seed slipped down her folds. It was such an intensely manly feeling, seeing my wife sated and marked, knowing she was mine, that this seed perhaps would take root.

  I sighed and stood, fixing my pants and tucking my shirt in. No matter how much I wanted to stay on the banks of the creek and have my way with Rose again and again, the herd was moving closer to home and we needed to catch up.

  I went over to her saddlebag and dug around, surprisingly finding a skirt. I pulled it out and walked back to Rose, who now lay on her side watching me.

  "You want to go on the cattle drive? Very well, but you must wear this skirt over your pants. I will think about what is beneath the entire way home, the men will not." I growled the last, for Rose was a beautiful woman and I knew wearing the skirt for additional modesty would not help in this matter.

  ROSE

  * * *

  The cattle drive was worse than I could have imagined. I'd envisioned spending the days riding on the beautiful prairie, watching cows plod along until we were on Goodman pastureland. This was a ridiculous fantasy and a complete fallacy. From the moment we returned to join the men, I was miserable. Besides having a sore behind and having to sit a horse, we never rested and the food was dried beef, tinned beans—cold and eaten directly from the can with a spoon—and water. Chance didn't leave my side, giving any other man who even glanced my way a look that would have cut a weaker man dead. And so within the first hour, the men avoided me as if I carried the plague.

  When we crossed a creek, swollen from consistent rain, one of the calves lost his footing and was washed downstream. Chance and I followed the line of the creek until it widened where he was able to rescue the wayward animal. Once free of the water, it found a way up the far bank to venture off in search of its mother, lowing pitifully. Our horses weren't so dexterous and as my animal began to climb the bank, it lost its footing and I lost my seat, toppling headlong into the shallow water.

  Chance, who'd been beside me, strode up quickly to ensure my wellbeing, but when he discovered my pride was injured more than any other part of me, couldn't help but laugh. I sat in the moving water, soaked from head to toe. My bottom was sore, perhaps from landing upon it, but it could have also been from Chance's spanking and then having to seat a horse directly after.

  I stood, the water dripping off me, wanting to grumble, but knew I couldn't. I could be comfortably ensconced at the Lenox ranch, instead of soaked to the skin, but I'd made my choice. I'd wanted to be here with Chance. I'd wanted to lead our cows to our ranch. Complaining would do me no good.

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bsp; Fortunately, the water wasn’t deep and warm, the sun hot. I sloshed over to my horse and climbed back into the saddle, which was difficult given my sodden skirt and pants. Kicking my mount into motion, I followed the creek bed further down until there was a more accessible slope. Chance followed, but I could feel his grin and mirth behind my back.

  The only pleasure I found the rest of the day was when Chance led us through the inky darkness far from the men, near a different stretch of creek where we washed the sweat, dirt and miles from our skin. I was glad to be stripped of my soggy clothes and Chance provided me with one of his shirts to wear from his saddlebag. Like the one I'd worn a few nights before, it came down almost to my knees and I rolled the sleeves back. This time, however, I did not have a skirt or any undergarments to wear with it. Fortunately, it was soft against my skin and had Chance's distinct smell to it. I reveled in the way his scent wrapped around me. Beneath the moonlight, I watched as he laid out his bedroll once again, and I clenched my bottom remembering what he'd done to me upon it earlier.

  "I've never fucked while on a drive before today, kitten. With you here, how can I resist?"

  I should have put him off for his brutish display of dominance when he’d spanked me earlier, the intense way he'd taken me and delayed my pleasure, but I couldn't. I wanted him just as badly, and resisting would only prevent me from getting what I wanted as well.

  It would be the third time he took me in the outdoors and I reveled in it. There was something different, something almost primitive about being with Chance without a roof over our heads or a bed beneath us. The crickets chirped in the darkness and there was a slight breeze to the warm air.

  His hands were working the buttons of my shirt, his knuckles grazing my skin as he did so. As the garment slipped from my body, I felt the freedom I'd craved for so long. I felt uninhibited, naked as I was, outside and exposed—yet only with him. I thrilled at the dark gleam in Chance's eyes, knowing he wanted me so desperately. He stripped quickly, then stepped close so our bodies aligned, his skin hot against mine, our mouths merging in a kiss. This wasn't an angry kiss, but an assault nonetheless. It was akin to possession. His tongue licked over mine, and I couldn't help the moan that escaped. Tugging at the ribbon at the bottom of my braid, he let the locks unravel, let them all fan out over my back.

  "I can't get enough, kitten." He leaned his forehead against mine, breathing hard. "I don't think I'll ever get enough."

  "Chance, please," I pleaded, wanting his mouth on me again. My lips, my breasts, my pussy, anywhere he wanted.

  "Last time was quick. This time, I'm going to go slow.”

  The idea was so appealing, my inner walls clenched in anticipation. I was just as eager as he was. I felt his cock nudge my belly, looked down at it. I licked my lips, eager to taste him again, to make him lose his mind.

  I dropped to my knees on the blanket.

  “Kitten,” he breathed.

  From this position, his very erect cock was within inches of my mouth and my mouth watered. I remembered what he tasted like, how he felt against my tongue. "Tell me...tell me how you like it," I said, looking up at him. I wanted to give him the same pleasure he gave me. I did it freely and with eagerness. I wanted to show him how much I wanted him.

  He growled deep in his throat. "Lick it, kitten. Run you tongue over the head."

  I flicked my tongue out. He was hard, yet silky soft. There was wetness on the tip and it tasted salty.

  "Good girl. That fluid is my cock readying for you. Lick it all up."

  I did, running my tongue over the broad head as if it were a candy sucker, the taste of him coating my tongue.

  His hand slipped into my hair, tangled there and held me in place. "Just like that. Now take me into your mouth."

  I listened to his directions and took him deep, the need to cough made me pull back and my eyes water. "You're...you're too big."

  "Grab hold of the base. Yes, like that. Tighter. Yes. Now slide your hand up and down the shaft." He hissed out a breath as I did so. "Keep doing that and put my cock back in your mouth. Fuck me with your mouth, kitten."

  13

  ROSE

  * * *

  Gripping the base as I was, it allowed me to take him into my mouth without choking and I was able to work him as instructed. I felt the thick ridge of a vein up the length and let my tongue slide over it. Once I realized Chance liked what I was doing—the hand in my hair tightened and started to move me on and off him, silently guiding me—I let go of my worries over whether I was doing it correctly and focused solely on pleasing him, on making him come.

  I clasped his thigh in one hand to keep my balance. I listened as his breathing changed, felt his cock thicken and lengthen within my mouth, could distinguish his clean scent of arousal on the night air.

  "I'm going to come, kitten, and I want you to swallow all my seed. Yes. Good. I'm...coming."

  I continued to move my grip as I felt a thick jet of seed coat the back of my throat and I swallowed. Again and again he filled me and I worked to take it all. Finally, his hand relaxed and he exhaled, stepping back so his cock slipped from my lips.

  I wiped my mouth with my fingers, feeling a few sticky drops of his seed. Dropping to his knees before me, he stroked my hair back from my face. "You're very good at that, kitten." I could see in the pale light of the moon the way his mouth quirked up. His tone was gruff, relaxed and it made me feel incredible knowing I'd done this to him, made him sated and yet still aroused. Now that I wasn't focusing on him, I noticed that my nipples were tightly furled, my thighs were slick with my own need.

  "With that first fuck out of the way—a delectable mouth fuck—it's time to focus on you. We've got all night."

  I clenched all of my inner walls at his words. He lowered himself to his hands so he loomed directly above me, dropped his head so he took one nipple into his mouth. The hot feel of that sweet suction had a small moan escape my throat.

  "Chance..."

  After he laved the tip with tender attention, he breathed on it, the air cooling the wet tip until it tightened painfully. "Like that?”

  I nodded.

  “Good, if you said otherwise, I'll have to flip you over and spank you for lying."

  He moved to my other breast and my fingers moved to his shoulders, pulling him closer.

  "It...It scares me that I like it when you spank me."

  He stopped at my words, lifted his head. "Scares you? How?"

  There was no mocking tone. I only heard the concern in his voice.

  "I don't want to like it. What does it make me when I like something as dark as that?"

  He kissed me on the mouth, his tongue easily tangling with mine. Sometime later he lifted his head. "It makes you my wife. There's no shame in anything we do together, kitten. Now, let's see if I can get you to be my little wildcat."

  Dawn had just crept across the sky when Chance woke me. It was difficult to stir, for he'd been so warm pressed against me, back to front, once he finally let me sleep. I bit back a groan, knowing I could not complain; the trip was my choice. I donned my clothes that had dried during the night, although wrinkled and dirty. The two other men were drinking coffee from tin cups when we rode up. The dark smell filled the air and my mouth watered for some of the eye-opening brew.

  "Want some, little lady?" Ivers asked. He was short and stocky and these were the first words I'd heard him speak.

  "Yes, thank you," I replied, slipping off my horse's back.

  Chance dismounted as well. "We've got another day's full ride ahead."

  I reached for the cup Ivers held out. Instead of handing it to me, he dropped it and grabbed my wrist, tugging me harshly into him so the front of my body bumped his. I gasped at the surprising motion.

  "Depending on the herd, we could make it to Goodman land by—"

  Stills pulled a gun from his hip and aimed it at Chance. I cried out at the sight of the lethal weapon aimed his way. "No!" I shouted.