by Delta James
Mac could sense her arousal feeding her annoyance. Her body began to lose its inherent suppleness that existed when she had succumbed to her own need for him. She squirmed and tried to put distance between them. He knew from past experience that eventually her level of annoyance could be turned to passion and that dominating her sexually would result in an increased level of satisfaction from their coupling.
“Don’t I always give you what you need?” he asked seductively as he soothed her body.
“Mac,” she threatened.
He chuckled as he moved his mouth from one breast to the other and brought the hand she’d been trying to have him use to play with her clit and pussy up instead to pinch and tug her tightly beaded and overly sensitized nipple.
“Naughty girl. I think someone needs to be tamed.”
“You know, Marshal, I could find someone else to share my bed with.”
“No, you couldn’t. Not that you wouldn’t have a lot of offers, but I’d run off any varmint looking to trespass on what I consider mine.”
Willa smiled and nuzzled him, kissing and nipping along his strong jawline. “And would that include me?”
“Damn straight, Cowgirl. You are mine, aren’t you?”
“Maybe,” she said coyly. “But if you don’t quit fucking around, that could change.”
“I see,” he drawled. “How about I spend enough time between your legs that you can’t walk for the rest of the day.”
She giggled.
“Or better yet…” He moved swiftly to flip her over onto her belly.
Mac kneeled between her legs, grasping her by the hips to raise her ass so his cock had a direct line to her pussy as he surged forward. He groaned when the head of his cock breached the opening to her molten core and she contracted around him in a kind of precursor to orgasm, signaling he had engaged not only her physical arousal but her emotional and mental ones as well.
“Mac,” she said in a half sigh of pleasure and half-growl at being put in such a submissive position.
He swatted her ass twice, causing her to yelp in surprise and discomfort.
“You do not sneak out on me, put yourself in danger, and then slip back into bed looking to get laid.”
Willa struggled to rise up at least onto her elbows as he plunged relentlessly into her. He swatted her with the other hand.
“Down.”
“No,” she cried as a powerful climax seized her.
“Hmm, seems my cowgirl responds well to having her ass smacked.”
He didn’t let up as he continued to pummel her pussy. Every time she went to rise, he swatted her ass and pressed between her shoulder blades with his hand, saying, “Down.”
The feeling of her pussy contracting around him as he thrust into her was exquisite. He’d never had a woman who provided him with as much pleasure as Willa did. She was highly sexual and incredibly responsive. Over and over, he hammered her until he felt her capitulate to his dominance and surrender her physical responses to him. He could feel her body as it began to respond of its own accord, willingly surrendering to him—her breathing became more erratic, and she moaned as he plunged in and out of her. She stopped trying to rise up into a less submissive position and allowed her body to become soft and languid as she accepted that he was in control of their pleasure.
“Good girl,” he whispered, moving his hips faster and harder, slamming his pelvis into her bottom.
“Mac, please,” she called, shuddering with another orgasm.
“No more sneaking out, Willa. I mean it.”
He drove into her unrelentingly, his own release imminent. Ruthlessly, he plundered her pussy with his cock. He called her name as he shot thick ropes of his creamy essence into her sheath.
When both had finished, he leaned over her as they strove to catch their breath. He held himself up with one hand, stroking her body soothingly with the other. He softly kissed from the nape of her neck down her spine. Gently, he withdrew from her and eased her onto her side before lying next to her.
“I miss you when I don’t find you here…and I worry.”
“I know, babe,” she said, tracing random geometric patterns along his torso with her finger. “I miss you when you’re gone, and I worry, too.”
“It’s my job, Willa.”
“It’s an intrinsic part of me, Mac. Let’s not argue. Do you have to leave?”
He smiled. When they’d first become a couple, she had not been a fan of sleeping wrapped in his arms. But over the past few months, and especially since he’d moved in with her, more and more she seemed to enjoy the closeness they shared.
“Are you asking me to cuddle with you, Cowgirl?”
“Yes,” she admitted quietly.
He stretched out and pulled her close, tucking her under his shoulder so she could rest her head on his chest. “Good because I like cuddling with you.”
They snuggled close as they fell asleep.
Several hours later, when Mac woke, he reached for her and found yet again, she was no longer at his side. He’d started to growl when the enticing aroma of her famous applewood-smoked bacon reached him. Smiling, he swung his legs over the side of the bed and pulled on his jeans.
He left their bedroom and found her standing in the morning light in the kitchen. The sight that greeted him was one that would never fail to lift his spirits and his cock. He could feel the familiar tightening in his groin. Willa was breathtaking in a casual but sensual way. She’d pulled on a hugely oversized sweater that hung to mid-thigh and had a deep V-neck. It was stretched out of shape and revealed little, although it did cling to her ample breasts and hips. There was nothing artificial about her. Her long, blonde hair was loosely pulled away from her face, and her hazel eyes reflected her untamed and joyful nature. She looked up to see him coming close and blew him a kiss.
“I was going to bring you breakfast in bed.”
“If you’d woken me up and asked, I’d have told you what I wanted to eat wasn’t in the kitchen.”
She looked around. “What did you…?” She stopped short. He could see her body flush with the beginnings of arousal from the sound of the hunger in his voice and not for what she had in the cast-iron skillet. “I would think you had enough of that earlier this morning.”
“I was well laid, but I didn’t feast on that wild honey you keep between your legs.”
He grinned as she blushed.
“Go sit down at the table, and I’ll bring you your breakfast.”
“Okay,” he said, doing as instructed.
She left the stove long enough to bring the French-press coffeepot and a mug to the table for him, dancing away as he tried to capture her.
“If you make me burn it, you have to eat it anyway.”
Mac smiled lasciviously. “Don’t you worry, Cowgirl, I’m planning on eating whatever you put on the table.”
She shook her head and finished putting breakfast together. Watching Willa cook was something he enjoyed. He smiled as she checked the omelet to make sure it hadn’t burned and was ready for the filling of bacon, feta, scallions, and spinach along with salt and pepper, and let it heat up. She deftly folded the omelet over, slid it onto a platter, pulled the crispy roasted red potatoes from the oven, and placed them in a bowl. She grabbed forks and napkins and took the food to him. After she put the breakfast on the table, she moved toward the kitchen.
Mac had other plans. Before she could complete her turn, he pulled her onto his lap and trapped her there. In an effort to stifle her protest, he ran a hand up under her sweater to tease her nipples. Her sharp inhalation and stiffening buds told him she wasn’t necessarily done being pleasured.
“Breakfast will get cold,” she mildly scolded.
He removed his hand, giving both of her nipples an engaging tug and pinch as he did so. Willa tried to push her way off his lap, but he held her tight.
“Uh-uh,” he said cutting into the omelet and bringing the fork to her mouth. “I’m not done yet. If you don’t wa
nt a cold breakfast, you’d best stay where you are.”
“You’re impossible…” she started to say as Mac slipped the fork into her mouth.
He took a bite of the omelet for himself then speared several pieces of roasted potatoes and held them up for her to eat. Willa smiled and then settled in on his lap while they shared the meal she had prepared.
When the food was gone, Mac cleared the dishes out of the way and placed Willa on the table in front of him with her legs on either side of his body. Gently, he pressed her down onto her back as he lifted the sweater to reveal the hallowed place between her legs. He pried them apart and lowered his mouth to her.
“Mac…” she sighed.
“I told you I was going to eat whatever was on the table. Now you’re on the table, and I plan to have my fill.”
He used his fingers to gently reveal her swollen clit. Mac would have sworn he could see it throb. He knew for a fact his cock was becoming uncomfortable in its confinement. He lifted her legs over his shoulders as he focused his attention on the aroused gem then lowered his head and feasted.
Swirling his tongue around her, he smiled as she moaned. She pushed at his head, but it was an empty gesture. He enveloped the little button with his mouth and sucked while flicking the very end of it with his tongue, something he had learned to mimic from her when she was going down on him.
“Jesus, Mac,” she cried quietly as she raised her upper body off the table.
Mac stood using one hand to support her and the other on her breastbone to press her onto the table. He kissed her clit a last time as he licked his way down to her waiting pussy. Rolling his tongue into a point, he plunged it inside her then flattened it out to run along the roof of her channel. He could feel her contractions begin as she shuddered in a quiet but powerful climax.
Using his one hand to squeeze and pinch her nipples, he continued to tongue fuck her until she came a second time, calling his name and pounding the table with her hands.
He sat down and withdrew his tongue from her only to draw it up to her clit then gave it a last lingering suck and kiss.
Willa raised herself on her elbows and stared. The look of pure carnal pleasure combined with a tinge of annoyance caused him to chuckle.
“What’s the matter, Cowgirl, didn’t you think I was going to have that honey with my breakfast?”
“Well, I thought you might wait to harvest it in a more appropriate place.”
He stood up, opened his jeans, and his cock sprang through the fly. Willa stared at the head of his engorged member and licked her lips in the same way a cat licks its lips prior to devouring its pray.
“I don’t think so,” he said lustfully.
Mac drew her body toward him, lifting her pelvis so that she was lifted onto his erection, causing her to climax as he sank deep.
He barely gave her any time to catch her breath as he grasped her hips and drove in and out of her. Willa writhed beneath him. She appeared to be caught up in the haze of sensual seduction he was weaving. Her hands came up to caress his forearms and close around them.
The only sounds in the small house were the steady clicking of the pendulum clock and Mac and Willa’s moans and groans in response to each other and the pleasure being shared. Mac could feel his body demanding he surrender to his own release. Holding her more firmly, he thrust stronger and deeper until he called out her name as she climaxed and he pumped her full of his essence.
Regretfully, he withdrew from her then pulled her up and into his embrace and kissed her.
“Now that, Cowgirl, is my idea of the breakfast of champions.”
She giggled and bit his lower lip, wrapping her arms around his neck. “I have to agree; not a bad way to start the day.”
Chapter 3
The past few months had been blissful. Willa was finding it more difficult to resist Mac’s asserting his authority in her life…and most especially in their bed. He was a strong, attentive, and inventive lover. She’d been fucked in places and in ways she’d never imagined but had found great pleasure at his hands.
The swats to her derriere had become more frequent, and the heat increased when he was annoyed with her. She would have been loath to admit the more dominant he became, the more easily she became aroused. Mac was no fool and could no doubt feel the shift in their relationship as well.
She was fairly sure Mac was aware of the power exchange elements in Mandy and John’s marriage. They had talked about how strong and happy their friends’ relationship was and how both seemed to be thriving but had never discussed that aspect of their marriage or how that dynamic might play into their own.
Willa had just returned from a week-long trip with a group of campers, three close friends who had been coming to her for a “girl’s expedition” for the past decade. Willa enjoyed going with them, as they were fairly good riders and easy keepers in terms of feeding them. They were happy with whatever she wanted to provide and helped set up and break down their camp each day, even though Willa had repeatedly assured them that wasn’t expected.
People could bring their own horses or ride one of Willa’s string of well-trained ones. Except when she had a group of five or under, she employed a support team that would move to each evening’s destination, set up well-appointed tents, a cooking/grilling area, and campfire area. In addition to camp food that could qualify for a Michelin star, for larger groups she provided nightly entertainment in the form of music, games, and general fellowship. She catered the evenings for smaller groups with entertainment geared to exceed their expectations as well. Willa took great care to ensure each group of people who went out with her had the vacation experience of a lifetime—many would book for the following year before returning home.
The Superstition Mountains and their surrounding wilderness were Willa’s playground. She knew this rough country like the back of her hand. Growing up in the area, she’d preferred to spend her time in the mountains and canyons than any designated play area, school grounds, or, later, than the bar scene.
She had just come up from helping Gus with the evening’s barn chores when the phone rang.
“Reynolds Wilderness Rides,” she said in her most professional voice.
“And they have no idea what a wild ride Willa Reynolds can be,” came Mac’s voice.
“Hey you! I miss you.”
“I’ve missed you, too. How was the trip with the girls?”
“As always, fun, easy, and lucrative. They’re great tippers.”
He laughed. “I’m driving in from the airport.”
Willa had returned the previous day to find his note saying he’d been called to the headquarters of the US Marshal Service.
“If you haven’t started dinner, don’t. I’m headed home now. Why don’t we meet at that Italian place this side of Sedona? You know, the one with the great bruschetta?”
“That will work. I’ll grab a shower and check in with Gus, but I should be there in about an hour.”
“Traffic is good, so I might be there ahead of you and will get us a table. I love you, Willa.”
“Sounds good,” she said before hanging up.
That had become a bit of a sticking point. Mac had begun telling her he loved her shortly after he moved in. While Willa felt the same, it was hard for her to acknowledge her feelings, which might have been awkward but for the fact Mac seemed undeterred by her inability to put into words what she obviously felt for him. She tried instead to show him every day how much she cared.
Willa took a quick shower. Once she had dried herself, she opted to put on a casual ankle-length, knit dress with a deep V-neck, and a pair of sandals. It was a bit dressier than jeans with boots but every bit as comfortable. After leaving the house, she checked in with Gus, climbed into her truck, and raced off to meet Mac.
When she entered the dimly lit restaurant, she inhaled deeply and smiled.
“I wish I thought that was for me,” teased Mac then kissed her.
“The special must be th
e clam risotto with bacon and chives.”
Mac smiled. “It must be.”
She kissed him again as he held her chair for her. “You called ahead to see if it was, before suggesting we eat here.”
“Guilty as charged. I know it’s your favorite.”
“It’s delicious,” she said, closing the menu and putting it on the table. “So, did you have a good trip? Did something come up?”
“I had an excellent trip except for the fact you weren’t with me. They wanted to talk, but nothing bad came up. Do you want to split soup and a salad?”
“Of course. Why did they call you into headquarters?”
“Can we just enjoy being together and at least wait until dinner is served?”
She leaned closer to him. “Yes, but I want to be finished talking by the time we leave.” She lowered her voice to a whisper. “The only thing I have on under this dress is my bra, and I expect to be out of that long before we get home.”
He laughed, arousal creeping into his tone. “Cowgirl, we don’t live but forty minutes from here.”
She reached under the table, placing her hand on his hard thigh and giving it a gentle squeeze.
“I know, and I’ve been without for more than a week. Can’t we pull off on that old mining road and spend a little time becoming reacquainted?”
He shook his head. “Nope.”
Willa pulled away, surprised at his answer. Mac was usually up for anything that resulted in his getting laid sooner rather than later.
“Why not?” she asked disappointedly.
“Because,” he said, drawing her closer and lowering his own voice, “when I finally have you naked, I plan to keep you that way, and I mean to fuck you long and hard, so it’s best if we’re already home.”
Willa giggled. “Alrighty, then. But I don’t intend to dawdle over dinner, and I’ll race you home.”
“Willa, we talked about you and speeding. I meant it. Get one more ticket and you’ll be facing the same kind of consequences Mandy does. And besides, I had a car service bring me out, so I’ll be riding home with you.”
The butterflies that had settled into a flutter in her belly burst forth into full flight. There was no getting around it; she found Mac’s stern voice and threat of corporal punishment heady stuff.
