Sexual Affection [Contemporary Cowboys 3] (Siren Publishing LoveEdge)

by Natalie Acres

  “Miss Baldini, we don’t have all night. Paddles and Picnics at midnight. That should give you time to work out some creative financing with Kane Cartwell or the McKays. I’m sure his good friends are standing by in Fletcher. Now. Put Zak Blazier on the phone. I won’t ask again.”

  “He wants to speak to you,” she said, handing Zak the phone.

  “This is Zak Blazier. Who is this?” Zak studied his brothers who were standing across the room. Did they understand what this was about and if so, why? How was Zak involved with those responsible for Nory’s kidnapping?

  At one point Zak said, “I’m sorry I can’t help you. Wait. Wait. Okay.” He held his hand up in the air. “Okay. Slow down. Tell me what you want and when you need it by. I’ll do my best to make it happen.”

  Drina tucked her forearm underneath her elbow and chewed on her thumbnail. She paced the room, waiting for the call to end so she could question Zak. At one point, she squeezed Gemma’s hand in passing, wanting to comfort her but uncertain how she could help in a crisis like this. She could barely keep herself together much less help Gemma. Besides, Gemma was blitzed. She teetered back and forth as if she believed she could rock herself into sobriety.

  “Hold on. I have to…I have to check with my brother. You don’t understand. I don’t have that kind of power!” He thinned his lips and finally threw up his arm and nodded at Dallas. “We’ll make it happen. Yeah. Yes. All right. Midnight. Paddles and Picnics. We’ll wait for further instructions there.”

  Zak ended the call, tossed the phone to the counter, parted his feet, placed his hands at his belt, and blew out a few hard breaths.

  “I can guess,” Dallas said, shaking his head.

  “They want guns and a lot of them,” Zak said.

  Gemma glanced at Drina. “Guess I’m not the only one who runs with criminals, huh?”

  “Do you know these people?” Drina asked, refusing to dignify Gemma’s slam by acknowledging her.

  “They’re all connected,” Kane grated out. “Tell her, Zak. You owe her that much.”

  “We’re legit now, Cartwell.” He searched Drina’s eyes before he grabbed her face with his hands and said, “Baby, you gotta believe me. If you don’t believe me then all of this has been for nothing.”

  Kane’s eyes held pure fire. “She doesn’t have to believe a damn thing.”

  Zak looked helpless. For a minute, it was as if Drina were watching a movie with a scene where the character turns around and around while the room’s furnishings become a blur.

  After they’d wasted precious time on silence, Kane finally said, “Tell us what they asked for and how close you are to giving them what they want.”

  Dallas looked rougher, meaner, and downright dangerous then. “What exactly do they want?”

  “An arsenal.”

  “Do we have it?” Dallas asked.

  Zak slowly shook his head.

  Kane went to Peyton and placed his hand on her shoulder. She immediately grabbed his wrist with both hands, apparently comforted by his close presence.

  “We could unload what we have left and make them think they’re getting more than what they asked for,” Hales suggested. “We have ways of packing this shit to make it look like the receiver is getting more than what they are. We still have all the crates to do it.”

  “There isn’t time,” Dallas said.

  Zak frowned. “It wouldn’t work with these guys anyway.”

  “We’ll make it work,” Drina said, desperate. “I don’t know how you’re involved with these people but you have to make them believe you will give them what they want.”

  “Drina.” Zak said her name as firmly as he’d ever said anything in her presence. “I want you to stop and think about this. How would anyone involved with your father know about our family’s past business dealings?”

  “He’s right,” Kane said.

  “No.” Drina shook her head rapidly. “I know what you’re implying. It’s not true. My father is a lot of things but Dad wouldn’t stoop this low. Not with Nory. You don’t know him. He adores her.”

  Gemma rose from her seated position, held on to the table and still stumbled over her own feet. “Of course he does. He wouldn’t dare do anything to harm Nory. He’s seen her what? Maybe six or seven times in the last ten years?” Gemma snorted. “He’d use Nory. He’d use me or you. Hell, he’d do whatever it took to save his own pathetic ass!”

  “If Alberto is involved, you can’t do it. It’s too dangerous.” Kane massaged his lower jaw.

  “They have to try,” Drina said.

  “Are you willing to sacrifice what you have with Zak for your father?” Kane asked her pointedly.

  Dallas sniffed and looked the other way. Did it bother him that Kane didn’t realize she had something in the works with Dallas, too? And if so, why? They’d spent one afternoon together. That was all.

  Only that wasn’t all.

  Kane addressed Zak. “Is there any chance Alberto was aware of your former business dealings?” His gaze bounced between the Blazier brothers.

  “It’s a small town. Everyone knew back in the day.” Zak seemingly tiptoed around the subject before he said, “Just like everyone knew Alberto’s hands were filthy. Our family had a certain reputation. The Baldinis had a certain reputation.”

  “Well maybe it’s time that you lived up to the new one you’re trying to establish,” Peyton suggested, offering a smile. “And Drina, you and Gemma need to let the men handle this. Drina, if that collar on your neck was placed there by a man who really loves you, I have a feeling he’ll do whatever it takes to protect you.”

  “I’d die for her,” Zak whispered, cupping her cheek and pressing his forehead against hers. “But it won’t come down to that. We’ll get Nory back, baby. I promise. And if your father is behind this, it all ends tonight.”

  Chapter Nine

  “This is some place,” Gemma said, walking around the Blaziers’ private VIP suite. The Blazier brothers paid a hefty price for their own pad at Paddles and Picnics. Drina had been there once before. The first night she met Zak, they’d spent the night there, hiding out as gunmen had brought down hell on the club above them.

  Drina sank to the sofa and stared at Kane and Peyton, watching as Kane said his good-byes to Peyton, promised her everything would be okay, and then gave her a tender, sweet kiss. Before Drina could envy their relationship too much, Dallas took her by the hand and led her to the master bedroom.

  Zak was already there, taking an inventory of the guns they had on hand at the club. “Hey, babe.”

  “You don’t have a plan.”

  “We’ve spoken to Brandon,” Dallas told her. “He’s on his way with Kurt, Liam, and Dante.”

  “What if Dad is behind this? What if he cut a deal with the Feds and they’re waiting for you?”

  “Your dad didn’t cut a deal with the Feds, Drina.” Zak kept locking and loading the weapons. Dallas watched her watching Zak.

  “You don’t know.”

  “I know, damn it!” He grabbed hold of her and swung her around to the wall before she knew what hit her. “Listen to me. Trust me.”

  She gasped at the impact and her eyes watered. He was distant and she understood now why he had responded to her with roughness rather than gentleness. He blamed her. He saw her as others in the community often saw all the Baldini sisters. She was a criminal’s daughter, a criminal who would do whatever it took to save himself while hanging everyone else out to dry.

  “But I can’t trust you anymore,” she said, lifting her arms and trying to unhook the collar at her neck. “And if I can’t trust you and you can’t trust me, what else do we have?”

  Before she slipped off the collar, Zak grabbed her wrists and held her hands against the wall. He stared down at her as if he didn’t quite know what to do with her and then to her surprise, his lips crashed against hers.

  Their tongues were in an immediate duel. The feverish hunger between them had finally raged out o
f control and her passion fed his as much as his fueled hers.

  In a matter of minutes, they were tearing at one another’s clothes, removing shirts and jeans, kicking off shoes and stepping out of undergarments, and while it wasn’t romantic or even loving, the fucking to come was as necessary as their next drink of water or quick breath of fresh air.

  Behind them, she was aware of Dallas locking the door and moving the guns and ammunition off the bed. She should’ve told him a bed wasn’t necessary. A mattress wasn’t needed.

  Zak had waited for her. He’d wanted her as much as she’d wanted him and as much as he claimed to be a masochist, as much as he had perhaps wanted to watch Dallas take her first, his plans were now shot all to hell. The need, the longing, the outright desperation proved far more imperative than the best-laid plans.

  His thighs bunched. He lifted her to him, locking her legs around his hips and staring into her eyes. “I love you.” He spread her then with his hips and thrust inside her with one hard jolt.

  She turned her head, biting down on her forefinger, as Zak lowered his head to her breasts. He lifted one nipple to his lips, covering the peak with a dutiful tongue, devouring her with his kisses as his cock traveled inside her, forcefully at first and then with a loving tempo.

  He clasped her hand and held her arm above her head, throwing his weight forward as he fucked her. Her body melded to his as he screwed her against the wall. He pushed his cock in and out of her cunt with a smooth operator’s rhythm, a practiced lover’s time.

  “Zak,” she whispered, loving the way her pussy enveloped him, the fulfilling sensations rushing through her body and her mind. She’d longed for him, waited for him, and now, even now, the wait had seemed worth it.

  He stroked her pussy with fervor and took her to the brink of an orgasm before pulling out and sliding to the floor. Throwing one leg over his shoulder, he nuzzled her pussy, scenting her sex before driving his tongue deep inside her.

  “Oh God,” she whispered, breathless as he thrust inside her with a talented tongue. Her hands fell to his head and her eyelashes fluttered as she became aware of the heated stares she was receiving from across the room.

  Zak’s tongue divided her folds. He devoured her opening with mouth and tongue, nipping at her clit and then thrusting inside her over and over again.

  She focused on Dallas, craving him then with a new passion rising, a burning desire that left her heated from the inside out. She raked her fingernails across Zak’s scalp and hooked her leg around the back of his neck, forcing his face closer to her pussy. She wanted him to finish her like this. She needed to ride out her orgasm as it came crashing down on her, leaving her to rock against him as he tongue fucked her into a new kind of pleasure, a whole new level of extreme satisfaction.

  “Oh God!” she cried out as he fluttered his tongue up and down, in and out. His mouth drove her over the edge, leaving her with a wet and wild climax, one that was more satisfying than she’d ever imagined.

  “That’s it, sweet baby,” he whispered, kissing her inner thigh before rising to his feet again. “Now come on over here and let’s finish this.”

  * * * *

  Dallas had never witnessed anything sexier. He had enjoyed watching Zak fuck her but when he dropped to his knees and thrust his tongue inside her pussy, the intimate show was one Dallas wouldn’t easily put out of his mind.

  Drina’s perfectly round breasts had jiggled ever so slightly as she’d flattened her hands on Zak’s head and pushed him between her legs. She let him do the work but rode his tongue in a manner which Dallas found incredibly sexy and totally unforgettable.

  Everything about her screamed sensual woman. Her high cheeks, slender nose, high breasts, aroused nipples, washboard stomach, and shapely legs. Those toned calves had worn enough high heels to have a perfect shape. When Zak grabbed hold of her calf and pushed his face forward, assaulting her pussy with his tongue, well that was better than an X-rated movie hands-down.

  Now there they were, involving him, allowing him to join them. Could he have done the same?

  After spending the afternoon with her in the fields he was certain of one thing—if he’d had her first, Zak wouldn’t have had the opportunity to fuck her. Dallas would’ve spent every day and most nights making sure he kept her well sated, completely satisfied.

  Zak pulled her over him as Dallas undressed. Drina rode him from the top, throwing her arms behind her head and fucking him as if she were dancing to music, feeling the rhythm and setting the beat.

  Dallas stood at the side of the bed and grabbed her by the hair, watching that fiery lust come alive in her eyes. Taking a full-throttled kiss, he thrust his tongue in her mouth, wedging it between her lips and loving the way she raked her nails up and down his arm before she pulled him a tad bit closer.

  He smoothed his lips across hers before he backed away altogether. Retrieving a condom from his wallet and a packet of lube, he suited up to ride from behind, squirting the lubricant all over his cock and then easing closer to Drina so she could spread it over his shaft and work him into a full-fledged hard-on.

  She never stopped riding Zak and the little bastard hung right in there, acting as if he had more stamina than a stallion standing at stud. Dallas slipped in behind her and cupped her breasts, tweaking her nipples with his fingers and thumbs and whispering at her ear. “Don’t let me hurt you, lover. I never want to hurt you.”

  Zak pulled her forward and devoured her breasts. Dallas took hold of her hips, dragging his cock down the seam of her ass before using his lube-soaked fingers to prepare her for his entry.

  Working his firm digits inside her hole, he loved that tight squeeze when he first inserted them right inside the puckered ring. “That’s it, lover. Let me make you ready for me.”

  Dallas then threw his leg over Zak’s, pushed up on her bottom and spread her cheeks. He gasped at that small rosette, simply puckered up and ready for its first intimate kiss. His mouth watered at the thought. His pulse raced as he imagined all the lovemaking they’d soon enjoy together, all the ways he would please her, all the satisfaction they’d soon bring to one another.

  Grabbing her by the shoulder, he worked his cock in between those perfectly round globes and let her body draw him close. “There we go.” Her rim sucked at his tip and he entered her slowly, not one to rush such an intimate impalement.

  “Oh my God, it burns,” she whimpered, stilling in front of him.

  “Fuck,” he rasped, realizing no one had ever taken her anally and fearing a first time with a front-to-back penetration probably wasn’t the most comfortable way to have a first experience. “Want me to wait?”

  She gasped and then bore down on him with her bottom, taking at least another two inches. Zak released her and she rose over him, clutching the headboard until her knuckles turned white.

  When Dallas realized he could take her, if only for a minute, without sharing space with Zak, he became an insatiable lover. He lifted her hips and positioned her ass in front of his cock. Then, he threw his weight forward and sank inside her asshole, burying his shaft until he felt her muscles relax around him.

  “There we go,” he whispered, fingering her nipples as he lowered her to Zak again.

  “Easy, baby,” Zak crooned, kissing her breasts and doting attention on her as well.

  She shook her head then and said, “I don’t want easy. I want you to love me like you might not have another opportunity. I want you to fuck me—hard, wild, and without a conscience. That’s what I need. Use me. Fuck me. I promise I won’t break.”

  Dallas peered over her shoulder, perhaps looking to Zak for permission. Regardless of how much he felt like Drina would soon belong to him as much as she belonged to Zak, the fact remained. She was Zak’s woman. She wore his collar and had agreed to be his submissive, maybe even his slave.

  How much of the lifestyle she understood was yet to be determined, but for now, she was his as much as she was Zak’s. One nod from Zak told him al
l he needed to know. They came together and rocked into her with hard, pounding beats, fucking her with enthusiasm, and screaming out her name as if she belonged to one and the same.

  Chapter Ten

  “So I hear you belong to Scott McDowell.” Hales had actually heard that she belonged to all the McDowells, but he wasn’t about to mention the fact. He’d bring it up eventually. For now, he wanted to take things slow. Gemma had clearly had a rough night and now they were forced to listen to the headboard banging against the wall behind them.

  It wasn’t exactly an ideal situation, particularly since the woman getting fucked had originally been slated for him as much as Dallas. Sometimes fate showed her pretty little hand at just the right time. Who knew fate had such a hot sister waiting in the shadows?

  “And I hear you were supposed to be in there with Drina,” Gemma said, nodding her head at the bedroom door.

  “Who told you that?”

  “Does it matter?” Gemma asked.

  “Not really.” Hales watched her curiously, trying to figure out what she might have been thinking. Why was she the Baldini sister who seemed to have the most secrets, the most skeletons in her closet? What had she endured that the others hadn’t?

  Before he could pry, she said, “So what time is this supposed to go down?”

  “You were there. I heard midnight. Didn’t you?”

  “Yes, but given the number of stops and starts behind the wall there, it doesn’t look like midnight is on the horizon for those three.”

  “Want me to knock on the door and intervene?”

  “Do you need to knock on the door and intervene?” Gemma stood and went to the bar. “If I know my cousin Kane, he’ll come back when there’s trouble. He can always spot the danger. Ask him.” She opened one cabinet and then another. “He’ll tell you.”

  “Why do you drink so much?” Hales hadn’t meant to meet that one head-on but since she’d located a bottle of rum and just turned it up and drank straight from the bottle, it wasn’t necessarily an unwarranted question.