Make Me Stay (Arizona Heat Book 2)

by Katie Douglas

  I held her gaze, not apologizing even with my eyes. I’d seen how hot she’d gotten waiting for me. After a few seconds, she stopped glaring and giggled, instead.

  She might resist her own mind, but she was a submissive not very far below the surface.

  Chapter 5

  “I got tired of waiting, wondering if you were ever coming around.” — Taylor Swift, Love Story.

  Harper

  I wanted to be mad at Barrett for making me wait so long and then pouring water over me, but after that first shock, the cool liquid felt good, bringing my temperature down to normal levels.

  “Now you know why girls in country music videos have so many car washes and wet t-shirt contests,” he said.

  I laughed. “Mystery solved.”

  “Still want me to tie you up?”

  “If you brought rope.” I decided to be a little flippant, like I could take or leave it, but if he changed his mind I might throw him in the river. I mean, if I was actually strong enough to pick him up.

  “I did. But I’m not going to do what I originally planned.”

  “Oh?”

  “We’re going to do some temperature play. If it gets too much, I want you to say ‘red’ and everything stops. That’s your safeword.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “And I never agreed you could call me sir. Consent works both ways.” His voice was a growl and I flushed red. “Come stand over here.” He led me to one of the trees and looped rope around my wrists, once, twice, three times... my eyes watched the rope encircle my limbs, and suddenly I realized he was in control. I couldn’t ever leave this riverside if he didn’t want me to. When he looped the rope over a tree branch I tried wriggling out of the bindings he’d fastened me in. I wasn’t going anywhere.

  A feeling of uncertainty wavered in my stomach as he raised my arms above my head before tying the rope to the tree trunk.

  “You’re all mine, now,” he murmured and a tingle of heat erupted between my legs.

  I couldn’t see what he was doing behind me, but suddenly a drip of icy liquid slid between my shoulders.

  “Oh, no,” I murmured.

  “Oh, yes.” The liquid dripped a second time and I closed my eyes.

  He slid the ice cube across the back of my neck and I squeaked. He lifted it away before long, but the echoes of coldness lingered for a while. Against the heat of the air around us, it felt refreshing. I was scared of the initial bite of the ice but at the same time, I wanted more.

  “You ain’t leaving this ranch until I say so.” He dropped the ice cube down my back and I shrieked. The cold was so intense, it seemed to run up and down my nerves, radiating from the place where the ice had gotten lodged. I shook and tugged on the rope as he left the ice there, melting against my skin, torturing me in a way that made me crave more.

  I should have known this was only the beginning. He walked around in front of me and slid my t-shirt up until it was above my head, binding my elbows. He lifted my breasts out of my bra, folding the cups down so they pushed my nipples into the open air.

  “You’re perky already. Care to admit something?”

  “I’m turned on,” I whispered. It felt so naughty to admit it, even though the evidence was right there for him to see.

  “It’s more than that. What’s making your nipples so hard and pointy?” His voice was smooth like good bourbon and it made me think hard about what I was feeling.

  “Being tied up. Helpless. At your mercy when you’re almost a complete stranger. Not knowing what you’re going to do next.”

  He pressed a chip of ice against my right nipple, and I squeaked. It felt so much colder, so much sexier, when he did it there. The sensitive pink flesh seemed to burn as the ice swirled around. I shuddered as the coldness was transformed into a heat that traveled straight down to my pussy and made it come alive, throbbing with hunger.

  “You’re gonna make a good cocktail. First, we juice the lemons...” he pressed the ice against my left nipple, now, making me cry out as the sensation balanced out between my aching breasts. The icy sensation didn’t add up with the sparks of fire he elicited from my clit.

  I moaned uncontrollably now, as he kept swirling the ice around my areolas, getting wider and wider. By the time the ice disappeared into dewdrops on my skin, both my breasts were glowing with the fresh coolness.

  “Then we pour in a splash of whiskey...” He picked up another bottle of that icy water, took a deep sip, then held the bottle close to me. I shook my head.

  “Please don’t!”

  He did. A little burst of near-freezing water shot across both my breasts, running between my cleavage and making me squeal when it hit my belly and continued traveling down.

  He put the water aside and unfastened my jeans, helping me step out of my sneakers before sliding the denim off. Now I stood before him in just my panties and bra.

  “The next ingredient is ice.”

  He pulled my panties forward and dropped a handful of ice cubes down. I screamed in shock and coldness as an intense freezing burn bit into my labia and clit.

  “Ohmigod! Ohmigod! So cold! Cold!” I gasped, thrashing and stamping my feet until I realized I was making the ice go closer to my pussy entrance so I stopped moving.

  “Then we top it off with a nice serving of soda.” He poured the icy water down my cleavage, letting it trickle down my panties, then poured more down the back of my neck. It streamed down my spine and into the cleft of my ass, before he grabbed my chin, tilted my face back, pinched my nose and poured the water over my face, my hair, into my mouth, letting it find a path down my body, soaking me all over as the water cooled the surface of my skin and radiated refreshment across all my nerve endings. He emptied the bottle completely and I was soaked, still shaking from the ice in my panties, when he discarded the bottle.

  “Now I figure it’s time to take a drink of this cocktail I made.” He peeled my panties off and I sighed from relief when the ice cubes skittered to the ground. When I was only wearing my bra, and only barely wearing that, he leaned forward and took one of my breasts into his mouth, sucking on it and lapping at it with his tongue while he rolled my other nipple between his thumb and forefinger, which were as cold as I was because he’d been the one holding the ice cubes that whole time. His mouth and fingers worked my breasts into a frenzy that made my pussy ache to be filled.

  “Please,” I gasped, too breathless from the sensations coursing through my body to figure out how to tell him what I wanted.

  “What do you want?”

  I gasped for air again, my body too unwound to find my voice very quickly. “Cock.”

  “Not yet.”

  I made a whining noise and he chuckled.

  “Spread them wider.” He kicked my ankles apart and my wrists were pulled harder by the rope that held me here. The next time I looked down, Barrett was kneeling between my legs like he was about to pray.

  “You don’t have to,” I murmured, hoping he wasn’t about to kill the mood.

  I hadn’t had great experiences with guys going down on me. They were usually over-enthusiastic at first, expecting fast results and a ton of praise, and when they didn’t make me come in thirty seconds, they usually got frustrated and either got stuck doing it forever out of burned pride, or if I was lucky they’d stop and fuck me instead.

  “I want to. And I’m going to take my time.”

  Noooooooo. I sighed heavily, hoping he would take the hint, but he didn’t. Two fingers parted my pussy lips and spread me wide. The first freezing touch of his mouth made me shriek in shock as he tongued an ice cube over my most sensitive flesh, bringing it slowly from where the hair ended, down my inner labia until it was touching my clit, making me shake and squeal when the freezing sparks of desire weakened my knees. My pussy flooded with heat, but he quickly quelled it by shoving the last of the ice cube into my hungry sheath.

  “Hu-hu-hoooohhhh...” I gasped as a coldness unlike anything I’d ever felt before filled my b
elly. Tingles radiated through me.

  His mouth was sucking on my clit immediately and the conflicting ice and fire drove me crazy. Liquid began pouring down my legs and I didn’t think it was all from the ice cube melting in my pussy.

  “That’s it, sweetheart, just let me take control,” he murmured, his lips vibrating against my pussy as he spoke. He nipped my inner labia and pain sparked deep into my core. I wanted him to fuck me and the need inside me was only getting stronger.

  He trailed a finger around the opening to my pussy and I gasped for air. The gentle glimmer of his fingertip was in sharp contrast to the way he’d just bitten me. Without warning he buried two fingers inside me and fucked me with them while his mouth worked my clit.

  He curved his fingers slightly, filling me with a shower of explosive sparks every time they brushed against my g-spot. Pressure inside me tightened and threatened to pull me apart as he relentlessly kept going. I wailed, shaking, as my body began its descent.

  When he nibbled at my clit, I exploded, every muscle in my body tensing as powerful pulses rolled through me, my hands straining against the rope that bound them while my feet pulled me up onto my tiptoes for no apparent reason, my butt clenching, my core contracting around his fingers and my clit throbbing while his tongue worked my bundle of nerves, adding to my climax and drawing out more pleasure than I ever thought my body could handle.

  Coming down from the most intense high of my life, I saw him move away and wipe his mouth on the back of his hand.

  “My turn, now.” His voice was a low growl. He unfastened his fly, not waiting to get his jeans off, and I stared in awe at his enormous cock. It had to be three fists long, and it was girthy besides. He rolled a condom on and moved behind me.

  “Push your ass out,” he ordered. I arched my back and presented myself for him. He thrust into my pussy in one swift movement, and the sensation of being stretched and slammed into, hard, made me moan. He slid back out again for a second, only the tip inside me, and my mouth began to water as I waited for him to do something. He slapped my ass, hard, and the unexpected pain blossomed at the same moment he shoved himself back into me again. He began fucking me at a rapid pace, clearly unable to hold back any longer.

  “You got the sweetest pussy I ever fucked,” he breathed into my ear. He didn’t wait for an answer before he kept going, pounding me with his huge member, holding onto my hips while I was carried along on the tide of sensation.

  He gradually increased his pace, which I didn’t think was possible. His stamina was unbelievable as he kept on fucking me until my body was clamping down on his cock and ready to explode again.

  “Don’t come yet,” he told me, as though he’d sensed I was near breaking point. “Hold it.”

  I squeaked and dug my nails into my palms while I tried to do as he’d asked; hold onto an orgasm. How was that even possible?

  The friction was burning my entrance as he took me hard, and my liquid coated his cock.

  “Please,” I begged. “Can’t... hold... it...”

  “Wait.”

  His hand swatted my butt again. His hand returned to my hips, and he gripped me tightly, his nails digging into my flesh. He growled, and I held my breath, because if I let it out I was going to topple over that edge.

  “Hold it.”

  I couldn’t. This was too hard. Why was I even trying? My pussy twitched with the beginning tremors of a huge climax. He breathed three words into my ear.

  “Come for me.”

  I exploded. My pussy contracted so hard around his cock that it ached like I was impaled on a steel bar. Sparkling tingles ran up and down every nerve in my body. I squeezed my fingers so hard I was sure they’d be stuck like that. My thighs tensed, my back arched and shoulders strained to stretch, but they were restricted by the way my wrists were tied.

  I threw my head back and screamed at the top of my voice, making birds fly out of the tree in surprise. Behind me, I heard him growling, while his cock sank deep inside me again and again, until he stiffened, shouted nonsense, his hands still holding me while the last vestiges of my climax were wrung from my body.

  We came back down slowly. Stunned. I was gasping for air and I think he was, too. His hands uncurled and let my hips go. My fingers relaxed a little but were still jammed into tight fists. He unfastened the rope from the tree and unwound it from my wrists, taking each in his hands and kissing where there were red marks. He pried my fingers apart and held me to him, kissing my hair as I wobbled on my feet.

  At some point we tumbled to the ground and he pulled me against his muscular chest, his arms crossed protectively over my body.

  “It’s all over, now, and you did really well.” His murmur sounded distant.

  It had been so good. This was terrible. Awful. The worst thing that could have happened today. It was the best sex of my life. How was I supposed to move on after that?

  Chapter 6

  “Here’s to the afternoon, and the evening, and the all night long.” — Rachel Lynae, Party ‘Til The Cows Come Home

  Barrett

  I decided I needed to keep an eye on her after that incredible sex. Hard to believe it had been so good when I’d barely swatted her ass more than a few times.

  “I want to make a deal,” I told her as we lay beside the river, staring up at the clouds.

  “I’m listening.”

  “I’ll get your van out of the sand in the next hour if you stay for dinner.” It was a gamble because I wasn’t sure if my offer would spook her into running the other way. I wanted to get to the bottom of that. No one took to the road by themselves for years unless something had scared them.

  She eyed me warily. We both knew she could just go to Lawson or Clay and get them to pull her van onto the road. For some reason, she nodded and smiled.

  “Okay. But only if you’re cooking.”

  My face melted into a big grin and I stole another kiss before I got up slowly.

  “Now begins the search for clothes,” she quipped. I nodded. We didn’t need to look far, however, since we hadn’t thrown them around; Harper’s clothes were mostly in a little pile on the floor near where I’d tied her up. They’d already dried in the heat of the day. I handed them to her and zipped myself up.

  The truck still worked perfectly on the return journey, although I parked it in the farmyard and switched to my Ford before we went to unstick Harper’s VW. We didn’t say much the whole time but I was too stoked that she was staying for dinner to fill the air with babble.

  Harper

  Oh my God, I had agreed to stay for dinner. With a guy I just had sex with. The enormity of that decision made my insides waver. And despite the tap dance my gut was doing, I knew I wanted to stay. Only for dinner, I reassured myself.

  I barely paid attention while we drove out to my Early Bay. Barrett roped the two vehicles together and I got my engine started. The van was heavy and at an awkward angle in the sand, so I wasn’t expecting this to be quick and easy, but Barrett’s truck pulled the van like it weighed nothing. I was in awe of the sheer power of the F-350.

  As the sand was thrown up by huge tires of this modern truck, I realized there was no possible use for that old pickup from the seventies. The truck sandblasting my windshield as it dragged me back onto the road could do everything. So why had Barrett gotten me to fix the other one?

  Once I was back on the driveway, I got out to talk to him. He rolled the window down. I wanted to ask about why he’d made me fix the other truck but instead, different words came out of my mouth.

  “Should I follow you back to the ranch?”

  “Yeah. Think you can handle the dirt road?”

  “Probably. I got this far from the highway without any trouble.”

  “See you inside, then.”

  I followed him, and at that moment I was content to just live in the present, driving slowly and carefully toward the unknown, as the clouds lingered in the distant horizon. I didn’t want to second-guess, or to think. I j
ust wanted to see where this went. This was just a new type of exploration. When I put it like that, it seemed easier to handle.

  By the time I parked outside Barrett’s home, I was ready. I found him in the kitchen, already preparing to cook food. “We’re having beef brisket, if that’s something you can get behind?”

  I nodded. “Sure. So long as we don’t have to kill the cow before we eat.”

  He grinned and shook his head. “We don’t kill them on-site. Usually we sell them on to someone else to deal with that. Occasionally, at Christmas Clay and Lawson will buy back one of our own, as a special request. Makes Christmas dinner a little more cozy, but then we’re eating the same thing through February.”

  I laughed. He was joking. Wasn’t he? Maybe he was serious.

  “Brisket’s in the refrigerator.” He nodded to it and I opened the door.

  “You like beer much?” I stared at the shelves of beer bottles.

  “I’m a red-blooded man. I like the three B’s; beer, beef, and babes. Guess I got lucky this evening.”

  I turned and stared at him in disbelief because this didn’t sound like him at all.

  “Nah, I’m just messing with you. I like to drink in moderation, but there’s so much in the fridge because everyone on the ranch shares drinks. When four guys are in one place, you need twelve bottles of Bud for everyone to get three each. Alana doesn’t drink because of the baby, so she usually brings fruit juice or soda.”

  “And she’s dating... Clay?”

  “Lawson. Clay’s the other brother.”

  “And then there’s the horse guy...”