Kansas Heat

by Kansas Heat (lit)

  “Please, ma’am. Let’s keep the day happy.”

  Too late for that.

  “I’m trying, but you’re still in my way.” Amada tried to get around him, recognizing a good exit line. Johnny, though, didn’t agree, apparently. He brought her to a stop with a firm grip on her arm.

  “I’m sorry, ma’am. I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”

  “Leave?” Amanda raised a brow at him before glancing at his hold on her.

  “I have my orders.”

  “None of the Reese brothers would order you to tell me to leave. Go find one and ask him.” Amanda jerked on her arm. “Now let me go before I have your ass thrown in jail for harassment.”

  He didn’t respond but tilted his head and yelled at one of the other cowboys who gathered around. Amanda failed to take note of them until that moment. Five lanky and rough-looking men encircled her vehicle, staying a ways back but obviously more members of the parking police.

  “Hank, why don’t you go get Knox for me?”

  Knox. Great. Now he would tell me to leave.

  She’d dug this hole, though, and certainly couldn’t object now. She could wrench her arm free of the jackass holding her still. She couldn’t help but notice the amount of attention she’d drawn to herself. All that noticing did was make the minutes tick by like hours before a deep voice behind her killed all her worries over the crowd.

  “I should have known it was you.”

  Those grim words had her turning, her eyes shifting all the way up into the serious features of Knox Reese.

  Oh, boy. He looks pissed.

  “It’s all right, Johnny. I’ll handle her.”

  He’ll handle me?

  Amanda didn’t think so, and she would have told Knox so if he hadn’t latched on to her arm and started dragging her deeper into the shadowed overhang of the carport. She cursed at him, even kicked him, but Knox didn’t even look in her direction. Around a wall and into a stall filled with equipment, he backed her right into a corner until all of her world was dominated by the sight of the simmering tension in his eyes.

  Chills warmed to shivers as they raced down her spine to shatter into sparkling awareness across her ass. The little droplets of pleasure dripped down to pool into a growing shimmer filling her pussy. Oh, she remembered just how he’d taken care of her the last time he wore that expression.

  Brazen, bold, action-oriented…dangerous. He spanked her once. Amanda had a feeling whatever punishment he meted out today would be an even greater sinful pleasure.

  “Why are you causing trouble?”

  Despite the desire making her want to melt, Knox’s question made her bristle. “I didn’t mean to cause trouble. If that guy had just let me park—”

  “Why couldn’t you just park in the south field?”

  Knox spoke right over her, making her really itch to hit him. Instead, Amanda just growled. “Why can’t I park where I did?”

  “The carport is reserved for family.”

  “And I’m dating Cody,” Amanda retorted promptly.

  “You mean you’re fucking him,” Knox corrected with such bluntness, Amanda stiffened right up. He didn’t seem to care if she felt any insult. Knox just kept on being an outright bastard.

  “You think that makes you special?” Knox leaned in, closing the inch-wide gap that separated them. “Do you know how many women my brother has fucked?”

  Knox wanted to hurt her. Amanda just didn’t understand why. She didn’t need to. He wanted a war, and she’d wage one. Arching into the hard wall of muscles he tried to use to intimidate her, Amanda rubbed. One long, smooth caress that let him feel every single one of her curves and her feel the long, thick length of his erection.

  From under lowered lashes she smiled up at him and purred, “One more than you.”

  His eyes flared, narrowing back as a growl of pure aggression rumbled out of his chest. That was all the warning she got before his head dipped and his lips took hers hostage. His kiss broke over her with the sudden onslaught of a spring thunderstorm.

  There was no grace, no politeness to Knox’s kiss. It was an invasion with his lips prying hers open to give his conquering tongue bold access as it stroked into her mouth. Deeper, harder, he plundered her softness until Amanda arched against him again, grinding into him in the mindless rhythm of passion.

  Overwhelmed by the whirl of frenzied lust, Amanda sought strength in Knox. Twining her arms around his neck, she lifted herself up into his embrace. Muttering something unintelligible against her lips, he reached down to lift her hips straight up, forcing her legs around him and her pelvis to grind into his.

  The hardened ridge of his erection pressed through its denim prison and into the thin barrier of her panties to divide the folds of her pussy and expose her sensitive little bundle of nerves to the rough, rugged caresses of his flexing hips. Cataclysmic pleasure shot through her in bolts with each grinding pass of his cock.

  Amanda gasped, breathing in Knox’s breath as he sealed their lips to once again claim victory over her mouth. With each stroke, he drove her further into a mindless frenzy until she clawed at his shoulders and took control.

  Ravishing his mouth as he had hers, Amanda’s hips began to pump and grind in an escalating pace as she chased after the pleasure clustering into mini-balls of rapture. They bubbled up, popping all along her spine. With a groan, she arched in primitive demand into the hard male body pressed against her.

  What she wanted wouldn’t come from playful petting. She needed Knox, needed to feel him deep and thick inside her. Driven by a mindless ache, she shoved her hand between them, trying to force it beneath the tight band of his jeans. Between the oversized cock stretching Knox’s jeans taut and the thick leather belt, there was no give left to make room for Amanda’s fingers. He hissed, his stomach sucking in as she scratched him in her attempt to breach the barrier of his clothing.

  With a muttered curse, Knox moved. They stumbled backward. A hard edge caught her under the ass and bit into her skin. She didn’t care about the small pain. The table took her weight and freed Knox’s hands. They weren’t gentle as they clamped around her knees. In a scraping, rough caress of calluses over the sensitive inner skin of her thighs, he forced her legs wide.

  Amanda jerked her head back, dragging in the hot, stale summer air as it ripped with the sound of her panties being torn from her body. The air felt cool against the overheated folds of her cunt and then went molten hot as Knox boldly cupped her mound.

  Knox growled again as he invaded her softness with bold intent. Her eyes rounded at the feel of first one, then two, then three thick fingers pushing themselves deep into her sheath.

  So good…so damn good. His palm settled over her clit, and with every honeyed stroke into her body, he circled her joyous little bud. The slow, even rhythm lured her into its steady beat, and her head fell back as her hips arched upward, matching his fucking fingers thrust for thrust.

  All the while, some part of her knew Knox watched. Knew it was him and not Cody. That evil little side of her nature thrilled at the erotic nature of this forbidden act. She was fucking her boyfriend’s brother, and it was so good Amanda moaned.

  So damn good, but she wanted more. Her breasts ached with need, demanding attention she didn’t have the mind left to ask for. Instead, her own hands lifted to soothe the painful tightness in her chest. Cupping her breasts, she massaged them, twisting and arching as each pass of her palms over her nipples vibrated through her body on the sharp-edged waves of rapture’s early light.

  Reduced to a thing of wanton need, she let the pleasure dictate her actions. Rolling, rubbing, she let reality slip away as the erotic rhythm of the moment took control. She didn’t even object when a larger, stronger hand settled over hers to dictate the motions of her hand.

  Amanda’s eyes tried to focus, but all they could see were those two brilliant blue eyes. Intent and frantic with navy curls of lust, those eyes captured her, and she watched as they loomed ever l
arger.

  Then they dipped and the air trapped in her throat in a burning lockdown as his soft, warm mouth settled into the neckline of her sundress. Abandoning its post, her other hand came to twine into the soft tresses of his hair and guide his motions around the collar of her dress and over the heated rise of her breasts.

  She felt the rasp of her strap as it slid down her shoulder. The right side of her dress drooped down to leave the naked tips of her tits vulnerable to the assault of his lips, his teeth, and that tongue. It twirled over her nipple before sucking it deep into the heavenly velvet of his mouth.

  Amanda cried out as the whirlwind of desire congealed into a single tornado of lust. Driven by the beat of his mouth and fingers, her whole body began to oscillate and writhe under the violent lash of pleasure.

  Oh, God, she was going to come. Amanda bit down on her bottom lip, trying to hold back the screams as her whole body went stiff under the edge of orgasm’s horizon. Everything in her world stilled, coming to a complete stop in that second as Knox jerked back and left her clinging to only a whimper of a release.

  She gazed at him blindly, uncomprehending at the sudden turn in events. He still held her pussy, his fingers buried so deeply inside her, he thumped into her G-spot with a rhythm too slow to give her release and too fast to let her regain her senses.

  “I can have you whenever I want.”

  With those darkly growled words, Knox claimed victory over her and then released her, leaving her a panting mess spread out before him. Slowly, the heat of her own desires faded as the warmth of the day brought back the reality of the world around her. The musky odor of smoke mingled with the high-pitched hum of so many people talking. They were surrounded by half the town. Her shame hidden by nothing more than a warped, worn wood wall.

  None of it would have mattered if Knox didn’t stop, but he did. Now the harsh realization of just what this moment had actually been all about settled in her heart like a cold, lead stone.

  He’d played her. Perfectly.

  “You son of a bitch.”

  * * * *

  Knox didn’t respond, though he would have added dumb in front of what she said, because that’s just what he was, a dumb son of a bitch. What the hell had he been thinking to touch her? Amanda Johnson was trouble.

  Trouble. He needed to get the word tattooed on her forehead because no matter how often he reminded himself, it obviously wasn’t enough. Like a dumb son of a bitch, he rushed right into the flames to get burned again.

  Burned…shit. His balls were three shades past blue already. Knox needed release. There was a party full of women in his backyard, and he could have his pick. Knox thought about it right as he stormed into the house and headed for his bedroom.

  No other pussy would take the steel out of his dick. It had seen the prey, and she was weak, soft, and so damn wet, there would be no resistance to his pillaging. Amanda’s pink little cunt all flushed, glistening with cream, open and waiting to be penetrated…there would be no substitute his cock would accept.

  One day, he would strip Amanda naked and fuck her every way he knew how. It would take hours, maybe days, but he’d bind her up in so many layers of pleasure she would break. Then she would be his, completely and totally at his mercy and under his authority.

  Knox smiled at the very idea.

  Chapter 16

  Amanda watched Knox walk away as icicles formed, long and sharp, through her stomach. She ’d massively underestimated Knox. Not only her attraction for him but his willing ruthlessness to do whatever it took to make his point. The son of a bitch didn’t even give her a warning. Sure, she’d taunted him, but he hadn’t given her so much as a chance to take it back before he’d launched a full-on assault.

  Definitely doesn’t play the games Cody does.

  He’s already mastered them.

  Cody.

  Amanda’s head dipped under the weight of the shame bearing down on her. She just almost screwed his brother, and what kind of woman did that make her? Not a good one. Not an honest one. Tramp.

  Amanda groaned and rubbed her palms into her eyes. There was no getting around it. She screwed up royally. Even if she argued Knox forced the moment, she certainly didn’t put up any resistance. No, she’d been all too eager to spread her legs for the older brother of her current lover.

  Confessing all to Cody probably wouldn’t make her feel any better, but it was the only way she knew how to get back to right. Hell, maybe he wouldn’t care. He certainly hadn’t shown any jealousy over his brothers yet.

  This was different. This wasn’t a little rub and tease on the dance floor, nor was it some spoken fantasy to add little zest to the moment. This had been real. What Knox had done, her response to him…it meant something, and if Cody could just let that go then she probably didn’t mean anything to him.

  Amanda didn’t want to ponder the question of Cody’s feelings, or even Knox’s. It would mean she cared about both men. Instead of worrying about men, Amanda worried about her state of dress. Busying herself with the shameful task of righting her clothes, Amanda swore she’d never let Knox get near her again.

  In the shadowed darkness of the little storage nook, she hesitated. Amanda knew she’d look like she’d been doing what she’d done when she stepped out into the bright light of day. There was no hope for it but to pray nobody would be around to notice. Edging around the wood wall, she ventured back into the world of people. They milled about in small groups, moseying in the same direction across the yard as they headed to join the party out back. Almost nobody took notice of her lingering under the metal roof of the carport.

  Almost nobody, but there were a few somebodies who were obviously very attentive over the past few minutes. Johnny and the rest of Knox’s hired goons collected into a group along the open gate of the front yard. They all took turns glancing toward the carport, and she imagined they’d been keeping vigil since Knox dragged her off.

  From the snickers and the way their lips moved, Amanda didn’t doubt enough people knew what just happened for the rest of the town to find out in short order. That included Cody. She didn’t want him to find out that way.

  No more than I want Knox to tell him the story. Fighting the urge to flee, she stiffened her spine and raised her chin at the gossipy ranch hands. Let them talk. She didn’t give a shit what they said or thought. Right now, all she had to do was find Cody and tell him the truth.

  Then can I run?

  Then I’ll even let you hide under the blankets for the next week.

  * * * *

  They really had invited the whole town. Amanda looked around the packed yard with a sense of intimidation. She lost her bearings in the two hundred plus crowd of people. It was noisy and confusing. Sounds came at her from every angle, and eyes watched her from all sides.

  All eyes but Cody’s. Amanda had been surfing through this sea for over an hour. The crowds parted before her like butter being sliced with a hot knife. Maybe it was paranoia, but she could swear she heard clips of words already spreading the rumors about her arrival. Knox hadn’t helped.

  Unfortunately, she managed to find him. Even over the hundred feet separating them, when her gaze collided with his, Amanda felt the heat. Knox sat like a king on his throne at the top of the hill. Overlooking the party, he already had his favors tucked in on either side of him—both blonde and looking like they arrived for a wet T-shirt competition.

  For some sick reason, the sight hurt. Amanda fled to the distant part of the party. She had to wander far to find a place far enough. As she passed through the swelling crowds, Amanda couldn’t help but notice the number of women.

  They easily doubled the number of men. To make sure the women stayed, they were entertained from all angles, from the stage and live band to the shows going on in the corral, and the brothers had even set up some carnival-like games off in another direction. The festivities rounded out with free-flowing alcohol and endless grill stations filling the field with tempting scents.
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  Obviously the brothers took their parties seriously. No expense had been spared. Amanda even heard there was going to be a big fireworks display at night. It was no wonder she couldn’t find Cody. Maybe he didn’t want to be found. Even in a crowd this size, she should have found some trace of him, unless, of course, he was off in some dark corner.

  Doing what you were doing with Knox?

  Shut up.

  Jealous?

  Absolutely not. It’s just rude to invite me out here and leave me to mercy of his brothers.

  Is that what you’re going to tell him? It’s all his fault you almost screwed his brother?

  We’re just friends! I’m allowed to…

  Screw his brother?

  Shut up!

  Let’s just say that’s true. If it’s no big deal, then why are you suffering this mayhem to find Cody and confess all?

  Because she wanted to know. Cody had laid down enough hints over the past two weeks to make her think he wouldn’t care if she screwed Knox. Hell, sometimes he implied he might order her to do just that. Amanda needed to know the truth now. Was this all some kind of joke shared amongst brothers?

  Knox didn’t like her, but he seemed willing to fuck her. Amanda considered that normal male behavior, but maybe his intentions were darker. Maybe that’s why men like the Reese brothers had lowered themselves to get involved with a normal girl. Maybe they had perversions they only felt safe in indulging with women who didn’t matter—women like her. Because how could they care about a woman and share her?

  How could they share? Hell, Amanda didn’t understand any of this. If she found Cody and he got mad, then she’d know the brothers were normal. They wouldn’t want anything to do with her, but they’d be normal. So maybe Amanda didn’t want them to be normal.

  God, I miss Will. That thought surfaced through all the confusion to wipe out the reserves of energy she’d been running on. Amanda didn’t belong here. She really didn’t know what she was doing with Cody Reese. Even if he offered her a normal life, it wouldn’t work out. It couldn’t work out because she didn’t deserve family.