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

by Natalie Acres

  “Why do you look at me like you want to fuck me?” She was either blunt as hell or still drunk and Hales was hoping she was always just that forthcoming. He loved a woman who could tell a man what she wanted.

  Glancing at the door, he wondered when Peyton might return. She and Kane had already said their good-byes a few times but then the fucking started behind the bedroom door and Peyton had casually excused herself by explaining that she would stand watch with Kane and let the others know when they heard anything.

  Hales hoped they didn’t hear anything anytime soon.

  “Well?” Gemma snapped her fingers. “Do you look at me like you want to fuck me or not?”

  “Are you Scott McDowell’s woman or not?”

  “I’m no man’s property.”

  “What if I said I want to fuck you until you know you are?”

  “Until I’m what?”

  “A man’s property.”

  She laughed as if she thought his statement was the funniest thing she’d ever heard.

  “I’m serious.” He rose to his feet, determined to approach her slow, determined to take a first kiss if he had to grab that liquor bottle out of her hand and throw it against the blame wall.

  Gemma turned up the bottle and took another swig. Her frosted-blonde hair fell in her face and she peered up at him from under those long bangs. “You couldn’t handle me, cowboy.”

  “Want to place a bet on that?”

  Gemma moistened her lips. “I don’t think so.”

  “Too late. I’m interested. And I don’t see a ring or a collar.”

  Her dark-brown eyes became pools of everlasting sadness and for a moment he thought he might end up with a crying drunk on his shoulder. “I’m Scott’s woman.”

  “I don’t care if you belong to the lot of them.” And he knew she did. Why she only claimed Scott he couldn’t be sure.

  He took another step and then one more.

  “What if I told you I belong to all the McDowells?”

  “I’d tell you they were foolish men. They should’ve collared you or put a ring on your finger. Their mistakes are one man’s gain.”

  About that time the door opened and Brandon and Kurt entered, engaged in a heated discussion. They came to an abrupt stop as if they had already picked up on the sexual tension in the room. After an uncomfortable silence, Kurt said, “Gemma, good to see you. Sorry it’s under these circumstances.”

  “Have you heard anything?”

  “Kane said he missed an unknown call.” Brandon glared at Hales and pointed at the balcony. “Can I talk to you for a minute?”

  “Sure,” he said, backing away from Gemma but never taking his eyes off her. Before they exited the room, Hales jerked his thumb toward the master suite. “Someone better tell Zak and Dallas to finish up. The midnight hour is approaching and most of the ammunition is in there.”

  Kurt laughed. “Dallas shoots blanks so he couldn’t care less if everyone else does, too.”

  “Tell him that in front of Drina and see where it gets you,” Hales said, following Brandon outside.

  Once there, Brandon reached around him and slammed the door. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

  “Waiting on you?”

  “You were coming on to Gemma.”

  “So what if I was?”

  “She belongs to the McDowells. They’ve made sure everyone in town knows she’s marked as their woman.”

  “Then they should’ve put a collar on her neck and kept her close.”

  “If you’re Scott McDowell, you probably don’t think about those things,” Brandon said. “She’s off-limits. Do you understand me?”

  “Why? Because the godfather of moonshine wants everyone to think he has the sexiest babe in the mountains?” Hales snorted at that. “I’ll have her in my bed by tomorrow morning at nine if I decide I want her there and you and Scott McDowell can talk about it at your next community function.”

  “I mean it, Hales,” Brandon said sternly. “We’ve had enough trouble around here. We don’t need the McDowells for enemies.”

  “Who said I wanted them for enemies? Hell, for all you know we could be destined to be the best of friends.” He opened the sliding glass door and reentered the suite right as Dallas and Zak exited the bedroom. “’Bout time you guys finished up. We’ve got trouble brewing in case you didn’t know.”

  Zak muttered some smartass remark. Dallas snickered and said, “Your loss, little brother.” Obviously he was talking about Drina. Hales locked gazes with Gemma who was standing across the room. “I don’t think so, big brother. Something tells me things have already worked themselves out like they’re supposed to.”

  * * * *

  Drina couldn’t believe she’d lost sight of what was most important. Either she’d been hungry for good loving or she’d bought into the fact that her father was behind this abduction and Nory wasn’t in any real danger. Whatever her reason for slipping into seductress mode, she didn’t regret it. She was the recipient of some illicit looks from across the room and she’d never felt sexier in her life.

  She’d had time to think about the accusations made, too. Without a doubt her father had been behind the abduction. He had either hung the Blaziers out to dry and had worked a deal with the Feds or he was trying his hand at extortion now and if Drina wanted to make an all-or-nothing bet, her money was on the latter. Her father was a desperate man.

  Kane and Peyton returned. Kane held up his phone and said, “It was Alberto.”

  Zak and Dallas seemingly gravitated to her as if they thought she wouldn’t be able to handle the truth. Soon, they stood on either side of her. Dallas patted her hand. Zak slipped his arm around her waist.

  “I’m sorry, girls,” Kane said, swapping glances with Peyton.

  “What about Nory?” Drina asked, concerned for her sister’s welfare.

  “She’s already on a train headed to Spartanburg. Trixie and Brock will be picking her up there.”

  Gemma poured herself a drink and teetered over to the sofa and took a seat. Strangely enough, Hales met her there. He took the tumbler from her hand and locked his arm around her shoulders. Surprisingly, she didn’t put up a fight. She didn’t look too happy about the arrangement, but she also didn’t shrug away the arm or the man.

  “Kane, Peyton, I’m sorry for everything my father has put you through,” Drina said.

  “You don’t have to apologize to us.” Peyton walked over and hugged her. “You and your sisters are family. And don’t you forget it.”

  “I won’t,” she said, grateful for her support.

  Kane clucked. “Well, crew, I guess we’ll be getting out of here.”

  “Don’t want to stick around?” Brandon asked rolling his eyes around the room. “You can always spend the night here.”

  Kane sniffed. “I think someone already has dibs on the bedroom tonight.”

  Drina felt her skin heat. “I can change the sheets before I go.”

  Peyton laughed. “Honey, don’t let him give you a hard time. Before we drove over here, I was in line at Clink and—”

  “Peyton, let’s go,” Kane said, bracketing his arm around her waist. “Otherwise those licks I promised you will come sooner rather than later.

  Peyton wiggled her bottom and met Kane at the door. He popped her on the rear. “See there, men. Find you a good submissive woman at the start and you don’t have to put up with a lot of sass.”

  Drina rolled her eyes at Gemma and she returned the gesture. Peyton pointed at them. “They know the truth.”

  “We do,” Drina said, laughing.

  “A submissive woman holds all the power in a Dom-sub relationship.”

  “Oh I don’t know about all that,” Hales said, tightening his grip on Gemma’s shoulders when she seemingly started to move.

  “It’s true, son,” Kane said. “Talk to any Dom who has been in a committed relationship for a few decades or longer and he’ll tell you.”

  “I guess
I’ve never found the right one to make me feel that way.”

  “Looks to me like you’re finally headed in the right direction.”

  Gemma shifted next to him and Hales dropped his arm. They all laughed, said their farewells, and discussed their plans for the rest of the evening.

  “We’re staying here,” Zak said.

  Dallas stuffed his hands in his pocket, shifted his weight between his feet, and looked at Hales. “Is it all right if I catch a ride back with you?”

  “You aren’t staying?”

  “I wasn’t invited.”

  Drina felt as if her heart had been staked. She turned to look at Zak who stared at the choker around her neck, which instantly reminded her of one important fact.

  She belonged to Zak Blazier. She was his woman. She’d made a commitment. And at the end of the day, it was his decision if she and Dallas played together on a regular basis or on rare occasions.

  She had hoped for a more permanent arrangement.

  Chapter Eleven

  Zak took a shower while Drina checked in with Brianna and Coco. After a lengthy conversation, she entered the bedroom.

  Draped in a white sheet at his waist, Zak said, “Take your clothes off.”

  “Here?” She felt her skin heat. She and Zak were just starting their sexual relationship and she felt somewhat timid about undressing in front of him. She quickly replayed the hot sex they’d enjoyed and overcame any shyness as the images flashed in front of her mind’s eye, scenes that had included Dallas, too.

  Pushing aside the thoughts of another man, she admired the Dom in her bed, the Dom who had collared her and had promised to love and protect her. She was a lucky woman, a woman who had known what she wanted as much as who she wanted ever since she’d set eyes on Zak Blazier.

  She undressed in front of him and took her time, deciding then that they had a spectacular connection, a loving relationship. Yes, she had enjoyed Dallas. She was attracted to him, but she was wildly mad about Zak. She loved him.

  Zak curved his muscular arm around his head and stared at her with lust in his eyes. “You’re so beautiful.”

  “I’m so horny,” she admitted, noting the hard shaft tenting the sheet.

  “Then you probably need to take a cold shower,” he said, reaching under the coverlet and giving himself a few good pulls.

  Her mouth watered as she watched him. She longed to see him, touch him.

  “Are you going to shower or watch me, sub?”

  “My training is beginning now. Isn’t it?”

  He lifted the sheet and showed himself. “Come here, Drina.”

  She went to the side of the bed and waited. Having heard enough stories from her sisters and friends, she understood what to expect, what was bound to happen next.

  Zak swung his legs around to the side of the bed. “On your knees between mine, sub.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she said, noting the smile tilting his lips.

  “Put your hands behind your back. Let me use your mouth for my pleasure.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she said, nearly salivating at the thought.

  Zak then guided his cock to her lips. Stroking the texture of her mouth with the tip of his dick, he wet her lips with his pre-cum, dragging his dick back and forth before sliding between her lips. “Suck me.”

  She wanted to touch him. She longed to cradle his balls and use her hands. Instead, she kept her arms behind her back and let him guide her head over his groin. He thrust inside her mouth with even strokes, pulsing at the back of her throat one minute and thrusting with vigor the next. “Hmm, yes.” He pressed his palm to her cheek, withdrew, and whispered, “Now go shower.”

  “Let me get you off, Sir.” Her ragged breaths made her sound desperate, and rightfully so. She wanted to please him and leaving him aroused made her feel less than adequate.

  “Go. Drina.” He used a firm tone and she pressed her lips together, unwilling to argue even though she felt cheated.

  Backing away from the bed, she watched him in her periphery and wondered if he’d jack off as he waited for her. Stopping before she entered the bathroom, she asked, “Did I do something wrong?”

  “Did I say you disappointed me?”

  “No, Sir,” she replied, already familiar with the way Zak would want her to address him and trying to remember to show him respect. Training had begun. They’d already briefly discussed her soft and hard limits, what they meant, and what he expected. Respect and trust were crucial in their relationship and she wasn’t about to let him down.

  Still, Drina felt as if she had.

  “I can’t leave you when I didn’t please you.”

  Zak rose from the bed and approached her with an easy gait. Standing behind her, he cupped her chin and forced her head back. He gave her a quick kiss and in a raspy voice, he said, “Bend over.”

  “Here?”

  “Yes, sub. Here.”

  Drina minded him then, loving the rough edge in his voice, the Dom rolling to the fore as if she’d called upon him on command. Gradually, she bent over.

  He pressed his palm against the small of her back and said, “All the way to the floor. Grab your ankles.”

  Drina did as she was told, already assuming Zak would fuck her from behind. Instead, he waited until she clasped her ankles. Then, he swatted her on the ass with a hard slap.

  “Ouch!” She quickly straightened her back.

  He pushed her forward again. “We talked about your punishment.”

  “And we talked about using ‘blue’ as my safe word, too. Is that what you want?”

  “A defiant little thing. Aren’t you?”

  Sensing him smiling behind her, Drina was tempted to shake her ass at him and call out, “Blue!” Instead, she threw her hips back, kept her hands on her ankles, and sucked it up.

  One lick after another, he spanked her with a repetitive slap, apparently enjoying her punishment more than he’d enjoyed her sucking his cock. After her punishment ended, he walked her to the bathroom.

  “Are you wet?” he asked, handing her a towel and washcloth.

  “Yes,” she admitted, wondering if her punishment would always turn her on.

  “That’s what I wanted to hear,” he said, turning on the water. “Don’t play with yourself, Drina. Shower quickly and come to bed.”

  Before she could say anything in return, Zak left her alone. And she couldn’t remember a time when she’d been wetter, hotter, or more desperate for a thrashing fuck.

  * * * *

  “She has no idea you’re still here,” Zak said, sipping a scotch and soda. Wearing a towel around his waist, he added, “Go on in there and wait for her.”

  “You’re sure you’re okay with this?”

  “Of course.”

  “You love her, man.”

  “And I have a feeling you already have some pretty strong feelings for her as well.”

  Dallas wouldn’t deny that. Touching her, fucking her, just being in her presence had made him feel more like a man than any other time in his life. “You have to be sure about this, Zak.”

  “Why?” Zak sipped his drink. “Because you’re afraid you can’t walk away?” He winked. “You left here earlier. I trust you’ll be able to leave again when the time comes.”

  “Then you trust too much,” Dallas said, grabbing his jacket from the arm of the chair. He wouldn’t do this. He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t lay her down and love her and leave her again.

  “So what are you doing? Leaving now?”

  “If I can’t explore what it is I’m feeling for her and you aren’t open to that, then yeah, I’m not putting myself through it. More importantly, I’m not putting her through it.”

  “Does she already care for you?”

  “I think she does.”

  “Why do you think so?” Zak sipped his drink, placed the tumbler on the coffee table, and leaned back. He splayed his arms over the sofa cushions.

  “I’ve known Drina, or about Drina for several years
, man. I’ve had a distant crush on her. Okay? You wanted me to say it so I’ve said it.”

  “Why didn’t you pursue her?”

  Dallas took a deep breath. He was aware of her approaching from the right. Dressed in a terrycloth robe, she was rubbing the back of her hair, ogling him, and maybe even longing for him as much as he was already longing for her.

  “Because I couldn’t bring myself to do it.” Dallas glanced at her then and his heart clenched.

  “Why?” Zak leaned forward. He looked at her as if he adored her and Dallas believed that much was true. Zak was crazy about her. He loved her.

  “I was afraid I would fall in love with her,” Dallas said softly.

  “I didn’t hear you,” Zak taunted him, cupping his ear with one hand and motioning for Drina with the other.

  She went to him then and Dallas watched as he stood up behind her. Peeling the robe from her shoulders, Zak whispered at her ear. “Tell him what you think about him, sub. Tell him if you think you could love him.”

  “I…” She swallowed. “I’m glad you came back.”

  He believed her. He could see the excitement in her eyes and hear the relief in her voice.

  The robe fell to the floor. Zak cupped her breasts. He thumbed her nipples and kissed that long slender neck, making Dallas crazy, making him as envious as he’d ever been in his ever-lovin’ life. At the same time, he couldn’t house that jealousy and harbor it as his own. The reason was simple. In that moment, he knew. As he watched Zak work her over, as he looked into her eyes and gauged the desire present there—he realized and appreciated the unfolding truth. Drina belonged to him as much as she belonged to Zak.

  Dallas unhooked his belt, unzipped his jeans. He stripped off his shirt, kicked aside his boots, and peeled off his socks and underwear. With each piece of clothing he tossed aside, her eyes burned brighter and hotter with insatiable lust.

  Zak stepped away from Drina then and went to the wet bar to fix himself another drink. Dallas took her hands in his and pulled her to him, loving the swell of her breasts rising and falling against his hard chest as he embraced her.

  Brushing his fingers underneath her chin, he whispered across her lips, “You’re mine as much as you’re his.”