“Sensitive, pet?” He opened a jar of aloe and rubbed the cooling gel into her bare skin.
“Yes, oh, yes.” Her voice was breathy, the words barely loud enough for him to hear.
Zane ran his tongue down her slit, then slid it into her. She tasted tangy and good. He wiggled his tongue deeper and Ravyn cried out and wiggled again. As he licked her, he played with her nipples, pinching them and strumming his fingers over them. Ravyn strained her hips upward, and he placed his hand on her belly and held her down. “Be still.”
He continued to run his tongue over her swollen lips and into her sleek pussy until her clit was red and poking out from its hood. He swiped his tongue over it, then sucked it into his mouth. He stiffened his tongue and ran it over her clit again and again. She shivered, then froze right before she screamed his name and came on his tongue. He licked her, unable to get enough of her taste and she came again, then collapsed into a sprawl.
He kissed her pussy, then looked up at her. Her breasts rose and fell with her rapid breaths. Her arms hung over the sides of the table. Everything about her screamed that she was a woman who’d been taken to the limits of her desire and satisfied. He stood and kicked the stool, and it rolled several feet away as he gently stroked his cock up and down her slit, coating himself in her cream. Slowly, gently, he slid into her, then pulled back and slid further into her until he was as deep as he could go.
Ravyn moaned and reached for him. He grasped her hands and held onto her as he began fucking her. He focused on her eyes, then looked down and watched his cock disappear into her. Damn, the sight made his heart pound in his chest as his breaths rasped in and out. He pulled on her hands until he lifted her. “Watch me fuck you.”
Ravyn looked down, then gasped.
He slid out until only the head of his cock was inside her, then slowly slid back in, and she gasped again and glanced up at him, then down again.
“Haven’t you ever watched a cock fucking you, princess?”
Ravyn shook her head and her silky hair slid over her chest and covered her breasts. Her rosy red nipples peeked out between the strands. “Just the one time when you fucked me in your kitchen, Sir.” She wiggled, then curved her pelvis upward. “Please, please.”
Zane released her hands and she held herself up on her elbows while he played with her clit, flicking his finger over and around it. “What do you want?”
“You. I want you to fuck me. Hard and deep and fast. Oh, please, Master.”
Zane plunged into her, then pulled out and slammed back in again.
“Oh, yes, oh, oh.”
“Watch.” His fingers tightened around her thighs as he continued pumping into her and she strained upward, encouraging him to take her. He couldn’t resist her invitation and began fucking her, hard and deep. Watching his cock disappear into her had his heart slamming in his chest. He drew in another deep breath, felt the beginning signs of a pending orgasm, and told himself to hold back, nearly failing when he felt her pussy ripple around his cock.
Ravyn reached down and touched Zane’s cock as he pulled out of her, then slid back in. She lifted her fingers to her mouth and licked them.
“God, Ravyn.” Zane slammed back into her, then grasped her clit. “Come, now.”
Ravyn dropped like a stone onto the table as she came, screaming his name, and he exploded inside her. He felt as if the orgasm was being torn out of him. He planted his hands on either side of her waist and collapsed over her, and felt her shiver. Her hand slid into his hair and she held him against her. The pounding pulse in her throat caught his attention. He licked it and heard her moan.
“Kiss me,” he said, then waited.
Ravyn lifted her head until their lips met. The kiss was soft, inviting intimacy. Zane slid his hands beneath her head and held her mouth to his. When he raised his head, he smiled at her, then stood up and released the restraints on her legs. She swung around until her legs hung off the side of the exam table. Zane lifted her into his arms, carried her into the shower and quickly washed her, then himself. After she dried her hair, he ordered her to clean up the playroom, then watched her. He nodded his approval and then wrapped a towel around her and carried her back to their room and into the closet. He searched through her clothes and chose a white wrap dress with little red roses on it for her to wear. He handed it to her, then patted his hard belly. “Get dressed, then time for breakfast.”
Ravyn slipped it on, then went into the bathroom where Zane was shaving. She watched him in the mirror while she brushed her hair.
“Can I ask you something?” she asked as she put her hair up in a ponytail.
“Sure.” Zane lifted his chin and scraped the razor over his neck.
“Did your mom—Joan, I mean—beat you?”
“Shit.” Zane dropped the straight razor, then bent over and splashed cold water on his jawline before he grabbed a tissue and held it to his neck.
Alarmed, Ravyn reached for his hand and lifted the tissue away. A small scrape on the curve of his jawline seeped several tiny drops of blood. She glanced up at him, but he avoided making eye contact, a move that only increased her curiosity as she dabbed at the scrape. “It’s not too bad.” She pressed the tissue against it, then lifted it. “It’s already stopped bleeding.”
Zane took the tissue from her and threw it in the trash before he picked up the razor and continued shaving.
Ravyn waited for a moment. “Are you okay?”
Zane slid the razor over his chin. “Mmmhmm.”
Ravyn scooted up on the counter and watched as he rinsed the razor. “Are you going to answer my question?” she asked while wondering if he would tell her the truth.
He gave her a sideways glance, then went back to shaving. He rinsed the blade again. “I don’t remember much about her.”
“Did she beat Cade?”
Zane sighed. “I think so. When she was drinking, Cade would send us upstairs with Jackson while he kept her downstairs.”
“Did you ever see marks on him?”
Zane snorted and Ravyn took that as a yes. “Did she beat you?”
“No, but she hurt Luc once. The neighbors called the police. After that, John came home and we moved to Long Valley. Things were better then.”
“You remember him? John, I mean?”
Zane dried the razor and put it away, then washed the rest of the shaving cream away. The towel he used to dry his face muffled his voice. “Not very well. Mostly I remember that after he came home, we didn’t go hungry anymore and Cade didn’t have as many bruises.”
Ravyn was surprised by his answer. Why didn’t his dad put an end to the abuse? “She still beat Cade even after he came home?”
“John worked nights. Joan drank nights. When she drank, she beat Cade.” He tossed the towel into the hamper. “Why are you asking me all these questions?”
Ravyn shrugged. “You asked me about Charles last night and it made me wonder if you knew what it was like to be scared like that.”
Zane spread Ravyn’s legs and stepped between them. He grasped her ponytail and pulled her head back until their eyes met. “Did he ever do more than touch you or try to kiss you?”
“There were some close calls, but I was pretty good at hiding from him.” Ravyn wanted to look away from him but made herself hold his gaze. She hadn’t planned on being on the receiving end of the questioning. “Did your mom bring men home with her?”
“Sometimes.” Zane narrowed his eyes.
“Do you think one of your mom’s boyfriends went after Cade…in a bad way?”
Zane slid his thumbs beneath her chin and she shivered. He was controlling her movements with just the touch of his hands. His eyes had darkened, but he wasn’t aroused. Her nerves twanged when he didn’t answer and she did what she always did when she was nervous…she started blabbering. “That happens, you know? To boys and not just girls. More often than people realize. I read this article and it sa—”
Zane slid a finger over her lips and
she stopped talking.
“I have an idea, princess—why don’t you ask him?”
“Uh, no.” She fidgeted, wondering if questioning him had been a bad idea and if she should stop. She still hadn’t asked him the one question she really wanted to ask though.
“Are you done now?”
Ravyn licked her lips, saw him track the movement, and rushed into speech. “I heard that when the Ramseys adopted you and your brothers, Cade didn’t talk to them for several years. He doesn’t talk much now, either.”
“He doesn’t have anything to say.” Zane gave her a hard little kiss, then nipped her bottom lip. “You women talk to each other too much.”
“We talk to each other because you men won’t tell us everything we want to know.”
“There are things you don’t need to know.” Zane shifted his hands to her waist and pulled her off the counter. “Breakfast, then we’re going riding.”
“I don’t know how to ride.”
“Now, princess, we both know that’s not true. You’ve ridden me several times.”
“It’s not the same thing, Zane.”
“Sure it is. You just spread your legs and hop on.”
Chapter Seven
Ravyn covered Zane’s hand, then strummed her fingers over his fingers. He pressed his hand into her tummy and pulled her back against him. She tipped her head to the side and looked up at him, and he leaned down and brushed his lips over hers. He was dressed in jeans and an old, faded T-shirt with worn cowboy boots and a hat that looked as if it had been dropped and stepped on several times.
“What are you thinking about, princess?”
She smiled, then reached up and touched the bent brim of his hat. He’d pulled it down low, shading his eyes. “You look like an outlaw.”
“Does that turn you on?”
“Oh, yes.”
“Tell me a story and make it filthy.”
Ravyn felt a blush of heat on her cheeks and Zane laughed. She glanced to her left. Cade rode his gelding, Sarge, a few feet away from them with Addison held safely in front of him. Thor and Marisol rode next to them, each on a horse of their own as Marisol had refused to double up with Thor. Jackson and Jenna were to their right with Luc and Logan beyond them. At the moment, Cassie was riding with Luc.
“Well, I was just thinking that you look like an outlaw with your hat pulled down like that. And, then I wondered what it would be like to ride across this land if you’d just raided my home and taken me.”
“Start over. What year is it? What’s your name?”
Ravyn leaned back against him, closed her eyes, and let her imagination soar. “It’s 1867 and my name is Daisy Darling.”
Zane laughed, interrupting her story, then squeezed her as he chuckled. “Go on, Daisy Darling.”
Ravyn laughed, then continued, “The Civil War ended two years ago. My father died in the war, leaving my mother and me in the guardianship of her evil brother, Bedford. He and his friend, Halbert Smythe the third, want my father’s land, and he’s trying to force me to marry Halbert. My mother is very ill and knows she won’t live long, so she came up with a way for me to escape. I’ve been writing to a gentleman in Texas who wants a wife. He sent me the money for the train.”
“So, you’re a mail-order bride, huh?”
“Yes, from New Orleans.”
“Me, too,” Addison said.
Ravyn gasped and sat up. She hadn’t realized that the others had ridden closer and had been listening to her. Addison smiled at her and the sun turned her eyes into sparkling sapphires. “Okay, what’s your name?” Ravyn asked.
“Lily Lovely,” Addison said, then laughed. “But, I’m a dance hall girl trying to escape her disreputable past and settle down.”
Cade laughed and kissed the top of Addison’s reddish-gold hair. “Good for you, baby.”
Jenna drew their attention when she said, “If Addison is playing then I want to play, too. My name is Honey Houston. I’m a friend of Lily’s from the saloon.”
Jackson laughed. “You naughty girl. You need a whipping.”
Jenna laughed then hugged her arms around his neck. “I bet you’re just the man to give me one. Aren’t you, mister?” Jackson tipped Jenna over his arm and kissed her.
Marisol rode closer. “I want to play, too. My name is Magnolia Mercy. I was on my way to the convent when I was kidnapped by this outlaw.” She pointed to Thor.
Thor grunted then laughed. “I’m of Viking decent, Magnolia. Prepare to be pillaged.”
“You wish,” Marisol said, then guided her horse a few feet away from him. “I got away from him once and got on the train at the last stop. I sat down next to Lily Lovely and we started talking.”
Ravyn turned to Cassie, who just stared back at her for a moment, then rolled her eyes.
“Oh, all right. I’m Rose Round-heel. I’m a working girl.” She winked, then laughed. “I was coming west because I heard the pay was better in Texas for girls like me. I have no intention whatsoever of changing my ways.”
Luc kissed Cassie, then handed her over to Logan. He settled her in front of him, nuzzled her neck, and then kissed her. “You’re my kind of lady, Rose.”
“Okay, now that that’s settled, everyone settle down,” Zane said. “You invited yourselves along on this ride, so be quiet and let Daisy tell her story.”
Ravyn grinned as she looked at the royals. During breakfast, the minute Zane had said they were going riding, Addison had insisted she and Cade join them. Within minutes, Addison had talked everyone into coming along for a swim in the river and a picnic. She knew Zane had had his own plans for them, but apparently, the other men did, too, as they each had a bedroll tied to their saddles. She could see the leather-wrapped handle of a riding crop sticking out of Jackson’s and she wondered what Zane had planned for her. Out of curiosity she asked, “How many men do you have stationed around the picnic area at the river?”
“Enough to make sure you’re safe,” Zane said, then tapped her tummy. “Start talking, Daisy.”
Ravyn laughed. “Okay. The five of us met on the train and as we talked, we realized we were all going to the same small town. Rendezvous, Texas. Before we could get there, though, the train was stopped and the conductor said we were being robbed by six outlaws. You all came aboard with your guns cocked and ready to fire.” She had to stop and wait for the royals to stop giggling.
Zane leaned down and nuzzled her neck. “That’s not all that’s ready to fire, Daisy.”
Ravyn tipped her head to the side to give him better access and he kissed, then licked that one little spot that always made her panties wet, if she was wearing panties. She squirmed and felt her jeans grow wet. Zane slid his hand up the inside of her jean-clad leg to her crotch and she rushed into speech.
“You claimed you were ranchers and you weren’t there to rob anyone. All you wanted was brides, because you were so lonely and you’d heard there were brides on the train.”
“What? Their horses weren’t enough for them?” Jenna asked, in her best southern belle accent. “In my experience, cowboys love their horses.”
“Horses, brides, same difference,” Jackson said. “The more spirited they are, the better the ride.”
“I do declare, Sir,” Jenna said. “Why, you just make my little ol’ southern heart yearn for a nice, long ride.”
Ravyn laughed then continued her story. “You spotted us sitting in the back corner of the train car and surrounded us. In seconds, we were over your shoulders and off the train. Our screams and tears didn’t bother you, nor did our begging to be set free. You”—she pointed behind her at Zane—“threatened to tie me up and gag me if I didn’t quiet down. Something a true southern gentlemen would never threaten to do.”
“Daisy, you haven’t met the right kind of southern gentlemen,” Zane said, his breath warm on her neck. Goose bumps rose on her arms and she shivered, even though the day was warm and sunny. Zane pulled his horse up and the other men moved into a circular
formation, facing him. “I think we need to give our southern belles a fighting chance.” He grabbed Ravyn’s leg, then lifted it over the saddle horn and lowered her to the ground. She looked around and saw that Marisol, Jenna, and Cassie were still mounted. Addison was standing next to Sarge, and Cade was leaning down and talking to her. She nodded her head, apparently agreeing to something he said, then walked over and mounted in front of Marisol. Cassie rode closer to Ravyn, then pulled her foot out of the stirrup and offered Ravyn her hand. Ravyn took it, then lifted herself onto the horse behind Cassie. Jackson doubled up behind Cade.
Zane leered at her, then chuckled. “Okay, ladies, you have now escaped us. Here are the rules. You ride directly to the river and you stay on this side of it. You can follow the river for three hundred yards in either direction to hide. We will be hunting you. You can only be caught by your man, but when you’re caught, you will be punished, then fucked. Do you understand?”
Ravyn fanned herself and fluttered her lashes at Zane. “Why, Sir, how dare you threaten to put your hands and other interesting parts on me.”
Zane laughed, then nodded toward the river. “Get going, Daisy. You have fifteen minutes before we come after you.”
Ravyn laughed, then held onto Cassie as they rode toward the trees in the distance. Once in the shade, Cassie guided the horse to an open area that had been landscaped with grass and flowers. A thick bed of sand lined the riverbank and there were picnic tables located on each side of the clearing. A large, covered fire pit sat in the center surrounded by eight benches with thick cushions on them.
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