Southern Comfort: Compass Brothers, Book 2

by Mari Carr

  “Sore?” he asked.

  She shook her head once, but stopped when he narrowed his eyes. “Maybe. A little. You’ve been giving me quite a workout.”

  He grinned. “I haven’t even started yet.”

  She glanced down at his erection as a naughty idea came to her. “Makes two of us.”

  Before he could consider her comment, she knelt before him and gripped his cock tightly in her hand.

  Seth hissed with surprise, but he didn’t move away. Instead, his hands grasped her head, pushing until she was looking up at his face. She immediately saw the dominant man she’d met yesterday reemerge. His face was set, determined, and hungry.

  “Are you sure?” he asked.

  She wasn’t sure what he was asking, but she knew without a shadow of a doubt she wanted this next experience, this new adventure. She nodded.

  “Have you ever given a blow job before?”

  She shook her head. She’d saved herself for him. Always. For him.

  His gaze darkened with lust. “I’m going to teach you what I like.”

  She tightened her grip, cupping his balls with her free hand to let him know she was ready for anything.

  His fingers gripped her wet hair almost painfully. She groaned and felt a gush of arousal between her legs.

  “I won’t,” he paused, swallowing heavily. “I can’t make this easy for you, Jody. I want this too fucking much.”

  She didn’t reply with words. Instead, she bent forward and sucked the head of his cock into her mouth.

  The fingers in her hair began to direct her motions and she let him draw her along, let the heady excitement of his control drive this game. Thrusting into her mouth, he gradually went deeper until he brushed the back of her throat. She started to gag and tried to retreat, but he held her in place.

  “Look at me.” His voice was commanding, and her pussy fluttered at the sound. She raised her eyes to his face, his cock buried deep in her mouth.

  “I’m going to fuck your mouth. I want to take you hard, fast.”

  Her breathing accelerated and she sucked as much air as she could through her nose, trying to will her heart to stop racing. She was scared, excited, horny as hell.

  She grasped his hips, digging her fingers into his muscular ass to let him know she was ready.

  It was his turn to groan. Using his hands to hold her in place, he took her mouth in earnest, giving her everything he’d warned her about, everything he’d promised. It took several tries before she was able to swallow his head, but she soon caught the rhythm. Seth pumped into her mouth, his fingers tangling in her hair almost painfully. Jody pressed her legs together, dying for some relief of her own. She kept one hand wrapped around the base of his cock, while the other massaged his balls.

  Seth murmured dirty, sexy words as he took her and she closed her eyes, envisioning the erotic pictures he drew in her mind. When she sensed he was getting close, she released his balls and moved her fingers farther back, exploring the crack between his legs.

  When she pressed a finger against his anus, Seth jerked.

  “Fuck,” he cried.

  Refusing to relent, she pushed the tip of her index finger inside the tight hole while Seth’s thrusts grew more frantic, less controlled.

  “God dammit, Jody. I can’t—” His words gave way to the explosion wracking his body, and she felt the first spurt of his come splash into her mouth. She swallowed as jet after jet erupted. When every drop had been spent, he reached underneath her arms and lifted her. She stood, thrilled when his lips claimed hers. His heated, passionate kisses told her without words how well she’d done.

  She wrapped her arms around his neck and returned his kiss. Finally, he moved away, resting his forehead against hers.

  “I love you,” he whispered.

  She smiled, grateful for the spray of the shower as it masked the tears forming in her eyes. Surely it wasn’t possible for someone to feel this complete. Then she considered her promise to Paul.

  For the first time in her life, she suspected she was about to go back on her word.

  Seth released a long breath and started to stretch. His eyes flew open when he realized he couldn’t move. It was mid-afternoon, the bright sunlight streaming into the room from the window momentarily blinding him. Blinking rapidly, he tried to figure out what the hell was going on.

  Wiggling his wrists, he looked up to find his hands bound tightly to the bed. A quick flex of his legs proved the same held true of his feet. He was flat on his back and trussed up tighter than a package in Santa’s sack.

  “Hiya.” Jody’s soft voice drifted over him and he glanced to his left, surprised to see her sitting in the chair by the desk, watching him.

  He narrowed his eyes. She was still naked, a state he knew she struggled with despite everything they’d done to and with each other in the past two days.

  “Having fun?” he asked when he spotted the self-satisfied grin on her face.

  She giggled softly and nodded. “Oh hell, yeah.”

  “Untie me,” he said, trying to keep the menace from his voice. She was tugging on the tiger’s tail and she didn’t seem to realize it.

  When she rose and crossed the room, the mischievous look in her eyes told him she knew exactly what she was doing.

  “Jody,” he added warningly.

  “Shhh,” she said, leaning forward and placing her finger against his lips. “There’s a little question I’ve been pondering and I think this is the best way to get my answer.”

  His jaw clenched and he tugged against the ties holding him to the bed. He’d never been the captive, always the captor. He wasn’t sure he liked this turn of events. “Sweetheart, if you have a question, all you have to do is ask. You don’t need to go to such lengths. Now untie me.”

  She shook her head. “No. I don’t think you’ll give me the right answer…without persuasion.”

  He pulled harder against his bindings and she laughed.

  “Seth. I was raised in the South. My little league wasn’t soccer or tee ball. It was rodeo and my club was 4-H. You’re not gettin’ loose ’til I say so.”

  He threw her the dark look that never failed to strike fear in the ranch hands. “Jody. Stop fucking around and untie me. Do it now and your punishment won’t be too bad. Keep up this game and I’m gonna make you pay.”

  She rolled her eyes and he frowned. Foolish girl didn’t have an ounce of fear in her. If anything, she seemed amused by his anger.

  Seth restrained a growl and tugged once more, wondering how much strength it would take to break the headboard.

  That thought was washed away when Jody climbed onto the bed, throwing one leg over his body, straddling his hips. Despite his annoyance at being rendered helpless, his cock responded to the wet heat of her pussy, resting just a couple inches away.

  “Don’t you wanna know what my question is?” she asked.

  He sucked in a deep breath and decided to humor her for the moment. “What do you wanna know?”

  She ran her hand along his chest, then pinched his nipple roughly. “We determined that you control my orgasms, that my body belongs to you. I was wondering who owned yours?”

  She punctuated her question by leaning forward to bite his shoulder. She’d certainly taken to the concept of rough play. Problem was she was turning the tables on him. He was amazed by how much that fact didn’t bother him. She was sexy as shit and he couldn’t wait to see what she’d do next.

  Rather than capitulate, he decided to provoke her. “My body’s mine, darlin’. Always has been. Always will be.” It was a lie. He’d belonged to Jody Kirkland for years. He may have slaked his needs with other women in the past, waiting for Jody to grow up, but that didn’t change the truth. He was hers and he would be until the day he died.

  Her eyebrows lowered, her face betraying her impatience just as he’d known it would. He gave her a cocky, unconcerned grin that irritated her even more.

  “Wrong answer.”

 
; She dragged her fingernails down his chest slowly as he watched. His wildcat was marking her territory. His cock thickened more. Jesus. She was spectacular.

  “Careful, Jody. Everything you do now is adding to the tally. There’s going to be a reckoning. Bear that in mind.”

  She tilted her head haughtily. “Maybe you should focus on the question at hand. I didn’t like your first answer. Care to reconsider?”

  She lifted up onto her knees, moving slightly. When she lowered to his body again, she took care to cover his erection with her pussy. She held his cock in place against his body, surrounding it with her wet warmth. He swallowed heavily when she began to move her hips very slowly so that her cunt rubbed his cock in a way that was too good, but not near enough.

  “That’s a real nice massage, babe,” he taunted. “Untie me and I’ll show you what that cock can really do for you.”

  She smiled, but didn’t stop her tantalizingly slow strokes. “Give me what I want and I’ll be more than happy to untie you.”

  He feigned stupidity. “What is it you want again?”

  Reaching behind her, she cupped his balls with one hand. He gasped when she began to squeeze them tightly.

  “Careful, angel. You don’t wanna damage the crown jewels there.”

  She laughed lightly and released him. “You liked it when I played with your ass in the shower earlier.”

  He’d been shocked by her touch and surprised by how much he liked it. He’d never let a woman touch him there before. Hell, he’d never let a woman take control like this either. Jody had a lot to learn about submissiveness.

  “Maybe I should get my vibrator,” she said.

  He shook his head. “Don’t even think about it. I’d hate to break your daddy’s bed, but if you try to stick anything up my ass besides that little finger of yours, we’re gonna have some mass destruction.”

  She bent down and kissed him. “We’ll work up to it.”

  He nipped her lower lip before she could sit up again. “No. We won’t.”

  Running her hands along his chest, she moved until they rested on his stomach. As he watched, she lifted one to her own pussy.

  “What are you doing?” he asked, lacing his question with warning.

  “Playing.”

  He lifted his hips as much as his bindings would allow. “These ties don’t change anything, Jody. Your orgasms are mine. You can play all you want as long as you remember you need permission to come.”

  She lowered her eyes, acknowledging his comment. Her finger stroked her clit slowly at first, building in speed and strength until she was panting. Her hips were moving as her arousal rose. He felt the juices from her cunt sliding along his hard-on and he swallowed hard, fighting to maintain control.

  Just when he thought she was about to break his rule, she stopped, pulling her hand away.

  “You want me.”

  Her words weren’t a question. Given the size of his cock and his own labored breathing, he’d say his desires were a foregone conclusion.

  “You’re mine,” she whispered. As she spoke, she rose slightly, placing the head of his cock at the entrance to her pussy. “Say it.”

  He closed his eyes as she pressed down, taking the head of him inside. “I’m yours, Jody. Only yours.”

  She didn’t move again, and he opened his eyes to look at her. She was smiling. It was the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen. “And I’m yours.”

  She pushed down, taking him to the hilt. He gritted his teeth against the incredible sensation. Her inner muscles clenched against his sensitive flesh as she rose and fell, the motions shallow at first. Slowly, the strength of her thrusts grew until she was riding him with abandon. Creating a memory he felt certain he’d carry with him ’til the day he died.

  “Cup your breasts,” he said, as he watched her move.

  She reached up to push the creamy white globes together and his hips jerked against her harder. Over and over, she moved, but it still wasn’t enough. He needed more, needed it all.

  Finally, he cried out. “God dammit, Jody. Untie me.”

  She seemed to sense his deeper, darker needs. She stopped moving, still holding him tightly within her body. Turning at the waist, she looked like a bit of a contortionist as she worked loose the knots at his ankles. Once his legs were free, she bent over his chest, reaching up to free his hands. They kissed as she untied him.

  The second his independence was gained, he rolled, shoving her roughly beneath him. He pushed in twice before his brain engaged and he realized why she felt so fucking good. He wasn’t wearing a condom. As much as he wanted to say to hell with it, he knew Jody still had a decision to make.

  She chastised him when he pulled out. “No,” she cried.

  “Shh. Condom.”

  She blinked several times, and he knew her omission hadn’t been intentional. She’d forgotten as well.

  “Shit,” she whispered. “Sorry.”

  He grinned. “You’re going on the pill. Soon. That felt too fucking amazing.”

  She rolled her eyes good-naturedly as he reached for a condom. The brief respite gave him time to regain his wits. As he covered himself, he swatted her left thigh. “Roll over. Get on your hands and knees. I want to take you from behind.”

  She turned quickly. The moment her ass was displayed before him, he lifted his hand and smacked it.

  “Hey,” she said, trying to move away. He’d expected her attempted escape and was prepared. Grasping her waist with his left hand, he gathered up a large handful of her long tresses with his right.

  He pulled her upright by her hair, sensing her growing excitement. She loved his rough touch. Once he had her back to his chest, he leaned forward until his lips touched the shell of her ear. “I warned you. You played with fire and now you’re going to feel the burn.”

  Her body trembled and he fought to maintain control. “Put your head on the bed, but keep that pretty ass up.”

  She complied and he immediately placed three smacks on her ass. He paused, praying the soft moan she gave was one of enjoyment. Dipping his fingers into her pussy provided the proof. She was drenched. He dragged his fingers out slowly, then gave her several more hard swats. Her ass flushed. Finally, his patience in tatters, he gave in to his own needs.

  Placing his cock at her opening, he reached around her, cupped her breasts and lifted her upper body up against his. She was trembling and on the edge.

  “You want to come?” he asked.

  “Yes.”

  “I’m going to fuck you hard. So hard, you’ll never forget who you belong to.”

  She turned to look at him, her mouth opening to speak.

  He silenced her with a kiss. “And I’m going to prove that I’m yours. Only yours.”

  She smiled, and he moved her until she was once again on her hands and knees.

  “Hold on,” was the only warning he gave as he pushed in to the hilt. He didn’t pause or give her time to adjust. He couldn’t. At this moment, he needed to fuck her or die.

  He pounded into her without respite, without mercy and she responded to his hard blows, moving into them, silently begging for more. His fingers clenched against her waist, and he suspected she’d have bruises there tomorrow. He wanted to feel guilty about that fact, but he couldn’t. Shit, he knew the sight of them would only make him want to claim her again. He’d never felt this overpowering need to possess.

  She screamed as she came, the sound long and loud and glorious. It was too much. He followed her. His climax so strong, his eyes rolled back in his head. As the last drop of come was squeezed out by her clenching pussy, he froze for an instant. He hovered over her, trying to prolong the moment as long as he could.

  She moved first, collapsing onto her stomach with a soft groan. He lay next to her, gathering her close, pulling her back to his chest. He cradled her in his arms and felt sleep begin to claim them again.

  “You’re mine,” she whispered, long after he thought she’d drifted off.
r />   He placed a soft kiss on the back of her head. “Always.”

  Chapter Ten

  A buzzing noise woke Seth up. Glancing around the dark cabin, it took him a few seconds to figure out that the sound was coming from his cell phone on the nightstand. A glance at the clock showed it was only nine in the evening. He and Jody had spent a couple of long, active days. No doubt it had caught up with them.

  Consulting the caller ID, he was surprised to see Silas’s number. He sat up as he answered the phone.

  “Si?”

  “Hey. Tie your girl up right this time. Gotta distract you from your life of crime for one minute.”

  Seth chuckled at his brother’s joke as he stood and turned to look at his sleeping hostage. “Not sure it classifies as that anymore. Hard to kidnap the willing.”

  Silas grunted. “I don’t know which Compton ancestor is responsible for passing us the get-lucky gene but I do appreciate it.”

  Seth grabbed his jeans from the floor when Jody turned. She remained asleep, and he decided to continue this call on the porch. He didn’t want to disturb her. Grinning, he considered how worn out she probably was.

  Si didn’t speak. He waited with more patience than he was generally known for. Had the blast altered him? Or…

  “Is something wrong?” Seth asked as he trapped the phone between his shoulder and ear, while he tugged on his jeans.

  “Yeah. I’m afraid there is.”

  Afraid? Si didn’t get scared by shit. Not even the crazy jobs he’d worked, which would have frightened the piss out of any sane man, had fazed his brother.

  Seth walked outside and took a seat on the front porch step. No doubt, he was about to swallow a dose of bad news. “What is it?”

  “It’s JD, Seth. He’s sick.”

  “Sick how?”

  “Hell if I know, but something ain’t right. Stubborn bastard won’t see a doctor.”

  “Like you would if it were you? Hell, you practically got your leg blown off and you fought the hospital staff until they shipped you halfway across the continent just to get rid of your ornery ass. Didn’t bother to call your brothers for help either, did you?” Seth shook off the lingering sting.