He didn’t like how disappointed she sounded. “Want to go again?”
“What’s the bet?”
He dropped his head back and laughed. “You do like to be challenged.”
She tilted her head and looked so cute. “Sometimes.”
“You choose.”
She liked control and he had no problem with letting her decide, at least for some things.
She drew in her bottom lip and his cock hardened. Now he might not win. “Whoever wins get to call the shots in bed.” She winked. “Pun intended.”
He winked. “You willing to be spanked and tied down?”
“No!”
Okay, that comment backfired. “Then you better win.” Or else I need to miss by a fraction of an inch.
He wanted to see her score before he went. Nikki stance improved the second time, and her arms seemed steadier. She fired three rounds. From this distance they appeared to be winners. Good.
Garth took careful aim. The first two hit the center. He shifted a little to the right and shot off a third round. When they compared their targets, she’d won by a small margin.
She grinned and raised her arms. “Yay!”
He laughed. “You act like this is a rarity.”
She shrugged. “I haven’t practiced in a while. I miss it.”
He packed up his weapon. “Let’s get back and see what comes up.”
She shook her head. “Subtlety isn’t your strong point, is it?”
“Just you wait and see.”
He loved being with her today. Seeing her in action showed him another side of Nikki. With Mark or when naked in bed with them, her vulnerability showed, but give her a gun, and the woman was hard as nails. The combination intrigued him.
He escorted her to his truck and held open the door for her to get in. She was power and grace all mixed into one. Garth prayed they didn’t misstep as Nikki was fragile. Her heart would bleed if mistreated, but she’d give her all if handled well.
He started the engine and pulled out of the lot. Nikki looked a little lost in thought. “What are you thinking, sugar?”
She glanced over at him and smiled. “What I’m going to make you do.”
Perhaps she didn’t quite understand the concept of control. If she thought he’d be up for being led around on a leash or allowing her to tie him up, she had another thing coming. Letting her undress him was more what he had in mind.
Located just north of their ranch on 119, Bullseye Indoor Shooting Range was a hop, skip, and a jump from his ranch. Too bad Zane had Mark over at the house. He hung a right on Madison and then a left on 134. Less than fifteen minutes later, he pulled in front of her house. It was close to five and they’d need to eat soon, but that would have to come after he’d feasted on Nikki.
He scooted out of the cab and before he could reach her side, she’d gotten out. “You know, sugar, I like to open your door.”
She looked at him like he’d lost his mind. “You do?”
He shook his head, wrapped and arm around her waist and led her inside. Her stomach grumbled. They’d only grabbed a quick bite at the drive-through on the way back from Denver, and that was hours ago.
“You hungry?”
She fished out her key. “Kind of.”
“You got any food in that kitchen of yours?”
She jabbed the key in the lock. “Maybe.”
If she was cooking for Mark, she might have stocked up. “How about I prepare you a meal?”
“Seriously?”
“Yes.” They stepped into the house and it was quite chilly. “What if you turn on some heat while I search the kitchen for my options?”
Her lips pressed together as if she debated telling him she could decide on her own whether to change the thermostat. “Hmm.”
She turned, and as she headed down the hall, he traipsed into the kitchen. He wouldn’t need much to make something palatable. He looked in her refrigerator and cabinets, making a mental list of the ingredients. She’d thawed some hamburger meat, and given she had pasta and cheese, he could whip up a casserole in no time.
Nikki came back into the kitchen. “You need help?”
“I’m good. Take a seat.”
Once more she stilled.
He faced her. “I can tell you’re uncomfortable with me opening the door for you, guiding you along an uneven path, or offering to cook you dinner.”
“No, I’m not.”
He ignored her denial. “But I’m going to do it anyway. I’m going to connect with you on a level that maybe no one else has ever done before, so you better get used to it, sugar.” He pulled open a cabinet door to locate a casserole dish.
“What do you mean?” It had taken her a moment to respond, as if she had to think about what he said. That made him happy.
“I already know that I like you. I like the way you want to keep the streets safe from the bad guys, I like the way you’re so willing to give up some of your freedom so that Mark can have a loving home, and I especially like the way you look naked, so you don’t have anything to worry about what I’m going to find if you let me into your heart.”
“Really?” Her mouth parted.
“Yeah, and right after dinner, I’m going to show you just how much I like making love to you.”
Chapter Fourteen
Dinner was divine. Nikki didn’t think hamburger, spaghetti, and melted cheese had ever tasted so good.
She leaned on her elbows. “Are you sure you’re not a figment of my imagination?”
Garth laughed. “Why is that?”
“Because you treat me so well, you’re a fabulous cook, and you seem to like kids.”
“I do like kids. But you forgot the best part.”
Nikki leaned back. “What’s that? That you can shoot almost as well as I can?”
He cracked up. “No, I was thinking more in the line with how I can take you to a place where your every desire is met.”
“Ooh. Really? I’m a show-me type of girl.”
Garth pushed back his chair. “We need to settle this, right here, right now.”
She laughed, loving when he acted all tough and macho. He pulled her to her feet and hugged her close then captured her lips like a man possessed. This time he was no gentleman. His tongue slipped between her lips and tangled with hers. The tangy combination of cheeses blended with the beer to form a masculine flavor that defied description.
Garth slipped a hand under her thighs and lifted her with ease. While he continued to probe and love her mouth, he carried her down the hallway. She swore he never broke eye contact, yet he found the door to her bedroom with ease. He nudged it open with his toe and set her on the bed. Only then did he break the kiss.
He looked around. “I see you planned this seduction.”
“Because I made the bed and didn’t leave my clothes lying about?” She wasn’t sure he’d notice.
“Yes.” He stepped over to the dresser. “Got any candles?”
She was tired of hiding and wanted to test his theory that he liked her body. If there was any chance for them to be together, she needed to get over her insecurities.
“How about if we douse the overhead and use the lamp on the side table?”
“Perfect. Take off your boots.”
She crossed her arms. “I won the contest, so I get to lead this adventure.”
He waved a hand and grinned. “Lead away.”
She debated asking him to strip, but it might be more fun to tantalize or torment him. She eased off the bed. “You sit down.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
She wanted to wipe the grin off his face. “Don’t move.”
“Or what?”
They seemed to think a spanking was the answer to everything. “I’ll spank your ass.”
He dropped back on the spread and laughed so hard he had to hold his gut. Garth swiped a tear from under his eye and sat up. “I’d really like to see you try, sugar.”
She wagged a finger at him. “Ju
st obey and it won’t come to that.”
He held up both hands and dropped his chin, his gaze aimed at her pussy. “Let’s see what you got.”
Nikki had never ever striped for a man before. There was good reason, too. But if he really wanted to see the real Nikki Wilder, then he better hold onto his belt buckle and sit back. Unfortunately, there was no sexy way to get off her boots. Most of the time, she plopped down on the bed and tugged and tugged until one came off.
Then an idea popped into her head. Nikki grabbed onto the bedpost and placed her foot on his thigh. “Take off my boot, cowboy.”
“With pleasure, ma’am.”
He grinned and grabbed the boot by the heel. One tug and off it came. He made it seem too easy. She repeated her request on the other side. So far, so good.
Nikki moved back a few feet, turned around, and lifted her sweater over her head in as slow and seductive a manner as possible. Garth whistled. Yes!
Before she faced him, she smoothed down her fly away hair. Her shirt would be next. She whipped around, wet her lips, and undid the top button.
“You go, sugar.”
Garth was such a good sport. His enthusiasm really helped reduce her jitters, but her fingers still fumbled with getting the buttons through the holes. Eventually, the blouse opened. She’d worn a black lace bra and matching panties. She was surprised someone hadn’t called for an intervention a long time ago. She probably spent more money on her underwear than on the rest of her wardrobe.
“Keep going, Nikki. I’m liking the show.” He jammed two fingers in his mouth and let out a piercing whistle.
Instead of removing her bra, she stood on one foot while she pulled off her sock. Luckily, she managed to stay upright. After the successful removal of the other sock, she had to tackle her jeans. Once more she turned around. A quick pop of the button and a lowering of the zipper provided some needed relief after the big meal. While she wasn’t certain what Garth would think was sexy, she slid the jeans over her rear and wiggled her butt.
“You’re tempting me to get up and take you right there.”
She couldn’t believe how much fun he was making this for her. Hopefully adding to his entertainment, she patted her butt a few times before lowering her jeans. With more grace than she thought she possessed, she managed to step out of them without toppling over.
“Turn around, sweetheart and let me get an eyeful.”
When she did, Garth had taken off his boots and slipped off his pants. “You cheated!”
“Uh-uh. You never said I couldn’t take off my clothes.” He clasped a hand over his cock. “Besides, he was aching too much. You’re driving me crazy, sugar.”
She liked that. “Remember, don’t get up from the bed.”
“Or?” He winked.
She didn’t like ultimatums. “You don’t want to know.”
Before he could come back with a retort, she reached behind her and snapped open her bra.
Garth licked his lips. “You’re asking for a hard fucking.”
“I’m counting on it.”
As slow as she could, she lowered the straps on her bra. She inhaled and the cups popped over her nipples. Garth’s eyes seemed to glaze over.
“I want to suck on them so bad.”
To drive him crazy, she wet her thumb and forefinger and twirled a nipple.
“Grrr.”
She laughed. Now came the last piece. Instead of turning around this time, she wanted to watch his expression as she lowered her panties inch by inch. As soon as the material swept past her pussy, Garth jumped up from the bed.
“You’ve pushed your luck too far.” He stood an inch from her but didn’t touch. “Take them off right now.”
His command made her cream even more. “Yes, Master.” She stepped out of her panties. Now nude, she stood before him.
“You don’t have to yes, Master me. That’s Zane’s gig.”
“But you like being in control, don’t you?”
He clasped her shoulders and pressed his hard cock against her belly. “I won’t lie, sugar. I know what works for me and what’s good for you. Do what I ask, and you’ll be rewarded.”
For once, she wanted to let someone else take control. Doing the strip tease had used up all her energy. “Show me.”
Garth pounced on her. He bent his knees, slid his cock between her legs, and kissed her. As their tongues explored each other, he backed her up until she was near to the entrance to her room. He reached around her and closed the door.
“I have to have you.” He dropped his head and when he drew a nipple into his mouth, the tightness made the crest turn rigid.
She dropped back her head and let the rush sluice through her veins. He tugged and twisted the tip while he slid a hand down her hip and pressed a thumb against her clit. She planted both palms against the door to stem the onslaught of lust.
Don’t come. Don’t come.
She repeated the mantra many times. A strong need surged within her to prove to both herself and to Garth that she could keep control, but God, every time he pressed on her clit or tugged on her nipple, her resolve weakened.
“I love your pussy.” He slipped two fingers into her, and she almost shot off like a rocket.
“I want your cock.” She chewed on her bottom lip, hoping to draw in some control.
“Patience. Remember, the longer you wait, the higher you’ll soar.”
Her breaths increased as he curled his finger and touched her G-spot. “How about I suck on your cock?” She’d like to see how long he lasted.
“Maybe a few licks.” His voice cracked.
Yes! She slid her palms down the rippled planes of his chest, loving how his muscles outlined and cushioned each of his ribs.
He stepped away from her. “Hold that thought.” He rushed to the bed, grabbed a pillow, and returned. “Kneel on this.”
His acts of kindness never failed to amaze her. She dropped onto the pillow and when she leaned forward, his cock was at the perfect height. There was no Zane to command her that she could only suck on him. Using her index finger, she circled the circumference of his mushroomed-shaped head causing pre-cum to gurgle out of the slit.
She looked up and smiled. “Is someone getting excited?”
“Grr.”
She laughed. “Don’t lose control now. In fact, I forbid you to come until after I do.” Two could play at this game.
“You keep forgetting how this works. I give the orders. You’ve used up your bet already with that adorable strip tease.”
Darn. She thought only Zane was the dominant one. Apparently, Garth was just as much into it as his twin. She leaned over and dragged her tongue up his length. When she grabbed his meaty shaft and pulled it toward her mouth, he groaned. Having an effect on him was such a high. She dipped the tip into her mouth, but only captured the head. As she ran her tongue around the edge, she cupped his balls and rolled them with one hand. Garth threaded his fingers into her hair and tugged.
“Be careful, sugar. Turnaround is fair play.”
If he was excited enough, he wouldn’t be able to lick her for long. With her plan in place, she drew him into her mouth and moaned. He tasted slightly like vanilla beans mixed with some musky spice. She intensified her grip and pumped her fist up and down a few times then stopped.
Garth moved closer. He clasped the back of her hand. “Keep going.”
Wanting to draw out her teasing, she eased his cock into her throat. When the head reached the end, she swallowed and took in more of him. With her right hand, she slowly pumped the rest of his shaft while she massaged his ass with her left. His butt tightened and rippled every time she stroked him. When she wrapped her tongue around cock, a gurgled cry erupted, and he jerked back.
“You’ve overstepped your bounds. That was more than a few licks.” She refrained from chuckling at his quick breaths.
He pulled her to her feet then dropped to his knees. “Spread your legs for me and don’t move.”
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bsp; Ooh, yes. She widened her legs as far as she could and even raised her hands above her head to lift her breasts.
He twirled the hair between her legs and groaned. “You have the sweetest pussy.”
She wiggled her butt to show her appreciation. Using both thumbs he opened her cunt lips wide and swiped a path across her wet slit. She rose on her toes and closed her eyes, trying to tamp down the carnal lust shooting through her. Not coming right now was harder than waiting in the cold for hours for her mark to show.
“Easy, little one. Remember, the more you fight it, the better the final release will be.”
He didn’t seem to fight his urges. He’d just stepped away.
He dipped one finger into her hole and pumped it in and out. As much as she liked the friction, it was nothing compared to his big, hard cock. She dropped onto her heels again and even bent her knees to feel more of him.
“Someone wants a cock, I see.”
“Yes.” Instead of giving her another finger, he withdrew the one inside her. She groaned, and he suctioned his mouth over her pussy and flicked his tongue back and forth. “That feels so fucking good. Don’t stop. Please.”
Begging wasn’t her style, but Garth seemed to know every pressure point and erotic zone on her body. She lowered her arms and grasped his head. Heat burned her insides as spikes of pleasure rippled inside her.
He nabbed her clit with his teeth and her breath caught in her throat. Electric sparks pricked every nerve, forcing her to pull her hips away. “I don’t want to come yet.”
Garth leaned back on his heels, looked up and grinned. “A rookie, I see.”
That was so unfair. “You couldn’t handle me sucking your cock for long.”
He stood. “True.”
Did that mean she had more control than he did? Her thoughts cut off the second his lips captured hers. His tongue rimmed her mouth and she parried back. Their breaths mingled. She dragged her hands around his waist and up his back. His muscles flexed with every move of his head, and his broad back spoke of power and strength. Oh, how she loved the feel of his skin under her fingers.
He lowered his head to her throat. “As much as I love kissing you and licking your pussy, I’d be remiss if I didn’t say hello to these beautiful ladies.”
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