Brotherhood Protectors: Roped & Rescued (Kindle Worlds Novella)

by Mary Winter

  “I want you,” she said before removing her bra and then leaning back on her queen-sized bed with one hand outstretched to her. She had the foresight to open her nightstand drawer, completely at ease with the purple silicone ridged dildo nestled in the drawer along with a box of condoms and a smaller vibrator. She grabbed some condoms and tossed them on top of the nightstand before closing the drawer, but not before Caid had seen the contents.

  He smiled. “I never imagined you liked your toys.” He unbuttoned his jeans.

  She rolled to her side and rested her head on her hand to watch him finish stripping. He circled his hips, and she nibbled on her lower lip. The bulge behind his zipper reminded her of how good he felt inside her, how he knew how to play her body. He lowered his zipper.

  “I prefer you,” she replied when she could finally form words.

  He pushed off his jeans and stepped out of them and his boots, so he stood naked before her. His hard cock jutted toward her, curving slightly from its nest of curls.

  Her mouth watered. “Come here.” She crooked her finger, letting him know she wanted him to walk to the head of the bed.

  He did, and as soon as that delicious cock was in reach, she reached out and cupped it with his hand. The tension in his body spoke to his arousal, how much strength it took to not assume the lead, and she loved him all the more for it. Yes, love. She’d tried not to think about it, had even pushed him out of her mind when he and her brother were still deployed. She hadn’t wanted to think about him in danger, people shooting at him, and if he was going to continue to work for Hank, she’d have to come to terms with it. She loved him. Had loved him then and never had stopped. Leaning forward, she took the tip of his penis between her lips.

  “Jenny,” he groaned. He cupped the back of her head, just holding her while she worked her mouth down his shaft.

  Heat pooled between her legs. She knew if she touched herself she’d find her labia slick, her pussy ready for him. Her breasts felt heavy, the nipples hard and aching. Still, she cupped his balls, loving the heft of them as she sucked his length.

  She scissored her legs together as she worked his shaft between her lips.

  “Touch yourself,” he said, his voice a husky gravel.

  She was more than happy to comply, and holding the base of his cock with her left, slid the fingers of her right hand between her legs. The instant she touched her slick folds, she moaned around his cock in her mouth. Oh god, nothing felt so good as her fingers slipping between her labia to circle her clit, while she sucked the man she loved. Her fingers moved quicker, no more time for softness, for taking her time. She needed the release to drive off some of the tension from the night.

  “Yes,” he moaned. “I want to watch you come.”

  His words pushed her even closer to the edge. Her hips pumped back and forth, the tips of two fingers sliding into her hot passage. Hollowing her cheeks, she took him deeper until the head of his cock bumped the back of her throat. The fact that she couldn’t cry out, couldn’t give voice to her passion only made it stronger, and when she pressed her thumb against her clit, the sharp waves of orgasm pulsed through her. A moment later, Caid tightened his fingers on the back of her head and came, the hot jets of his seed rolling down her throat.

  She released his cock, falling back against her pillow to cry out with her passion. “Oh god, I need you inside me.” She gestured for the night stand and he needed no encouragement to grab a condom package, rip it open, and sheathe himself before he stretched out on the bed next to her.

  Instead of going right for her pussy as she thought, he kissed her with the softest brush of his lips against hers. He stretched out next to her, his erect cock nudging her hip. With his hands, he caressed her neck and chest, taking time to gently circle her nipples and massage her breasts. He trailed his kisses over her chin, along the column of her throat, working ever so slowly lower until he kissed the tops of her breasts.

  Jenny moaned. She undulated beneath him, cupping the back of his head to hold him to her breast. Her legs scissored, trying to seek relief. At last, when he took a nipple into his mouth and sucked gently, did she roll towards him to feel his cock against her thighs. Yes. This was what she wanted, the feelings she’d been working toward. While his lips moved over her breasts, sucking and nibbling on each nipple in turn, he slipped his fingers along the crease where her thigh met her body, moving closer to her sex.

  The first touch of his talented fingers along her labia had her moaning aloud. The second, crying out with passion as he caressed her slick folds, his finger slipping inside to stroke her intimately. He circled her clit and her hips bucked against the mattress. The way he touched her, treated her as if she were something special, all of it coiled her need inside her, driving her toward an explosive orgasm. Her love raced through her body. She voiced it in the small cries she made. Moaned with it as he flicked his finger across her clit, and when he released her nipple to kiss across her abdomen, she vibrated with the emotions she felt for this man.

  He pushed her thighs open, settling his broad shoulders between them. Damn, she’d never seen anything as sexy as this man, his lips inches from her pussy, the rasp of his stubble against her inner thighs. When he lowered his mouth to kiss her, she moaned his name. She reached down, clutching the back of his head, his shoulders, anything to hold that magnificent mouth against her.

  “You taste so good,” he whispered, the words vibrating through her. He licked her, drawing one labia between his lips and sucking gently before moving to the other one. Sliding his tongue along her slit, he teased her with quick, short strokes.

  Her breaths came in harsh pants.

  Just as she thought she’d find release, he backed off to tease her with fingers and light licks and kisses. Then, he’d increase the pace until she hovered on the edge of release once more. Her thighs tightened. Watching his head bob up and down between her thighs made it even more erotic and this time, when she didn’t back off, she flew into release with a shout of his name.

  Ripples of passion flowed through her, making her boneless and languid in their aftermath. Only then did Caid lift his head, and with a hungry smile, crawled over his body until the head of his cock pressed against her.

  “Now, we come together.” He thrust into her, filling her with a single stroke. She lifted her heels, pressing them into the back of his thighs to gain more leverage as she met his thrusts. In spite of her two previous orgasms, Caid was driving her quickly toward another one, and she clung to his shoulders as if he were the only solid thing in her universe.

  Somehow he rolled, placing her on top of him, still joined. She braced her hands on his pecs and rose up, teasing him with twists of her hips as she moved up and down on his cock. He cupped her breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growled. “So damn beautiful.”

  His use of strong language turned her on even more and she tightened her inner muscles along his length. She came down hard enough to make him groan with pleasure, her breasts swaying with her movements. Looking down at him, she loved this man. Loved him with her heart and soul, her entire body. And it was that love which centered low in her belly and burst forth like a beautiful prism of light, racing through her body as she cried out her release once more. His name was a benediction on her lips, a joyous cry of “Caid! Oh, Caid! Caid!” as she came hard and fast, the pulsing sensations seeming to go on and on.

  Beneath her, Caid trembled. He thrust into her one more time and came with a shout, his body taut and rigid beneath her, his cock buried as deep as it could go.

  She slumped on his chest, and still his shaft twitched within her, until he, too, felt the full force of his release. His arms went around her back, drawing her close against his sweaty body.

  “Jenny,” he said between pants. “I love you.” He brushed a strand of hair from her forehead when she rose enough to look at him. “I don’t think I ever stopped.”

  “
I love you, too,” she said and nestled against his chest once more. His deep, even breathing told her he was resting, and she followed him into dreamland.

  Chapter Six

  Word from Kellan wasn’t good. Very few prints had been left. Caid’s tampering with the bullet and the business card meant little intel to be gained, and the print was a fancy, yet common brand of sneaker that had to be purchased either in a larger town or online. The flyer in the restaurant was a dead end, as well. No video surveillance showed who might have hung it, and other than her being able to identify the picture as her cattle and the fact that it announced a local UFOP event, they knew no more than they had before it’d gone up.

  Caid and Bull sat around her kitchen table after a hearty breakfast of steak and eggs she’d cooked after awakening in Caid’s arms and making love to him again. Her body twinged in intimate places, sore from their passion the night before. The men discussed everything they knew and passed ideas back and forth about how to shut this down once and for all.

  “We know they’re faking this evidence,” she said. “Surely there’s something we can do with that?” She imagined herself storming the stage at the event, telling everyone that it’s a lie, that Ashley and Jon and whoever else defrauded them and took their money under false pretenses.

  “You might have something there,” Caid said. “From what I understand, the real draw is the pictures of what they did with your cattle. There are other events, but that’s the main event.” He frowned for a moment. “I don’t know how they’re going to pull that off, though. And there’s the whole why you angle.”

  Bull set his fork down. “Have Jenny go to Ashley and tell her that she’ll pull the plug unless she gets a portion of the receipts or something.”

  “No. I don’t want her involved.”

  Jenny pulled out a chair and smiled. “I had the same thought. Maybe I should try to set up a meeting with Jon. Tell him we know. See what they offer?” She thought for a moment. “Not that Bull’s idea doesn’t have merit, but that sounds a bit too much like blackmail or extortion. I don’t like that.”

  “We’d be walking right into their trap.” Caid shook his head. “I can’t put Jenny in that kind of danger.”

  Jenny pushed back the chair and stood. “Stop talking about me as if I’m not here. I think seeing Jon is a bad idea. A no good, very bad, going to get me hurt idea. I don’t see any other choice. We can sit around and wait for someone to keep attacking my cattle, which I’m sure my insurance agent is going to love, or we can actually get this closed. I vote for the later. Caid, we need to know if those hired guys turned over any information.”

  “The lady has a point. I like it.” Bull smiled at her. The big guy’s grin was reassuring. She really should hook Shelby and Bull up together. She suspected her saucy friend would probably shake up the big guy’s world.

  “I don’t.”

  “Then go in my place.” Jenny insisted. The memory of Jon’s hand over her mouth, the squishy noise the pitchfork made when it went into his thigh filled her memories. She breathed deeply, not wanting to yell at him. “I could always talk to Ashley instead. You know? Woman to woman.” Whatever that meant. She stifled a snort.

  “That might not be a bad idea,” Caid said. “She’s using images of your cattle. There are licensing issues there. Playing stupid, saying that you’d had these horrible attacks and find out what she planned to do. We can set you up with a wire so you don’t have to worry about remembering anything. I could even talk you through it so you knew what questions to ask.”

  “Isn’t that just as dangerous?” Jenny sat back down. Sure, Jon had tried to kidnap her, but someone had to hire the men.

  Bull glanced toward the ever-present tablet with the camera images. “Um, guys. We need to get to the pasture fast.”

  She looked to see two men cutting the wire to her pasture and going through. “Shit!” Without waiting for either of them, she ran to the back door, swiped the utility vehicle’s key from its hook and shoved her feet into boots to race outside.

  “Not without me.” Caid took the keys from her and jumped into the driver’s seat. Bull hopped on the ATV Logan had brought over, and she’d had barely fastened her seat belt when he took off. She hung onto the rail along the edge of the seat, her heart in her throat. Cutting her fence posed big problems. Not only would that let her cattle out, but it could open her up to theft, or worse.

  Caid slowed and she pressed a hand to her chest, hoping to still the rapid pounding of her heart.

  “Stay here,” he ordered.

  Like a sitting duck? Hell no. She watched the men dart along the fence line, and when they looked back to see if she was still there, she gave a small wave. The men disappeared over a rise.

  She jumped out of the vehicle and squatted down next to it, glancing to either side. When she didn’t see anyone, she darted in the direction where the men had gone. She kept behind them, using the contours of the land to hide herself. She listened for sounds that might indicate what could be happening up ahead. She heard nothing but the occasional call of a bird and the wind rustling the grass.

  She squatted down, thinking she saw movement. When she rose again, she stared at the muzzle of a pistol.

  She didn’t think. Didn’t open her mouth to yell for Caid. He was one of the men who was threatening her cattle. Instead, she charged forward, using the differences in their sizes to hit him right in the midsection. Her shoulder hit him, sending him sprawling with a grunt. His gun tumbled from his hands.

  Jenny dove for it. She grabbed the grip and raised it as the man got to his feet.

  “Don’t move!” She ordered. The sounds of a scuffle came to her from somewhere up the fence line. She heard the cattle calling to one another and prayed they weren’t getting through the fence. “Who are you?”

  The man stopped, hands outstretched. “Someone who wasn’t paid enough for this shit,” he muttered. “Look lady. I was told just to cut your fence. I was getting out of here when you attacked me.”

  “Attacked you?” she shrieked. “Down on your knees. Hands behind your head.” She managed to stand and pointed the gun at him, hating the way her stomach churned at the action. Her hand wavered and when he didn’t move quickly enough for her, she fired at the ground next to him just to show she was serious. He dropped to his knees then, hands behind his head.

  “You don’t have the guts to shoot me,” he sneered. “Just let me go. That way you won’t do something that you’ll regret.”

  “I regret nothing.” She steadied her hand and pointed the weapon at him. Even if he were hired just to cut her fences, someone had hired him. That same person had been cutting up her cattle to perpetuate a hoax on people, and she wanted answers. “Who hired you?” The fight not far along the fence line intensified, and she knew she had to stand on her own. “Who hired you?”

  “It doesn’t matter. The damage is done.”

  Her fence. The urge to run, saddle Daisy, and round up her cattle hammered through her. Instead, she listened as the sounds of running cattle came closer, thinking there was a good chance they’d both be run over if the cows started stampeding.

  She also knew she couldn’t shoot him. As tired as she was of this, as much as she wanted answers, she’d shot a coyote once that looked rabid, had put down some raccoons that were breaking into the barn and making a mess in her grain room. But a person? No, she couldn’t do that.

  She sensed the instant the man knew the change of heart. He bolted to his feet and charged her.

  She fired. The shot went wide and a moment later he tackled her to the ground. She cried out as her shoulder hit a rock, then screamed as his meaty hand slapped down on her face.

  “Look, bitch. I was just hired to cut your fences. Nothing more. But you pulled a gun on me. Now I got to defend myself.” He grabbed her wrist, slamming it hard enough against the ground for her hand to reflexively open and lose its grip on the gun.

  She kicked against him, her knees and an
kles hitting a solid wall of flesh. His grip on her hand tightened, pinning her to the ground. She bucked beneath him, finally landing her knee against his upper thigh. He released her hand, and a second kick got her free.

  Too late to dive for the gun, instead she raced back to the utility vehicle and jumped in it. She started it with a shaky hand and whipped the steering wheel around to head back to the house. Not to stay safe, as Caid had wanted, but to saddle up Daisy and see if she could round up her cattle. The man ran behind her, his form quickly fading away as she floored it. The vehicle maybe went forty, but that was enough to leave him in dust and gravel.

  Once at the barn and within signal range—she had no idea how Caid and Bull had been able to get the cameras to work—she jabbed 911 and the dispatcher assured her that people were already on their way. She breathed a sigh of relief, quickly saddled and bridled Daisy, then with a pat to the mare’s neck, she galloped like hell out of the barn.

  I don’t know what I’m getting you into, but I’ll do my best to keep you safe. She ran her hand down the mare’s neck, then hunched down to make herself a smaller target as she rode past where the thought the fight was happening. She heard it off to her left and didn’t dare glance. Her focus was on the cattle beyond, the sound of their hooves and their panicked cries driving her forward.

  She found the herd racing down the road toward her, and at her appearance they turned and tried to reverse direction. Good. Maybe she’d find the break in the fence and be able to drive the cattle back through it. She shone her flashlight along the fence as she drove the cattle away from the sounds of the fight. Her heart hung in her throat. Surely Caid and Bull, maybe even her brother if he were here could hold their own. The image of the man grabbing her hand, looming over her as he forced the gun from her, filled her mind. She closed her eyes and shuddered, almost missing the break in the fence.

  Quickly, she moved Daisy in the pathway, sending her to the right, hoping it was enough to turn the column of cattle back into the fence. Luckily, their desire to stampede quickly waned and the lead cattle found the fence. Sensing it was their pasture and safety, they entered, moving into a brisk trot that had the rest of the herd following.