Passion on the Ranch: Books 1-4 (4-Book Bundle) (Erotic Romance - Western Romance)

by Hart, Melissa F.

  The words were not spoken harshly, and a playful smirk curled the corners of his lips, while his eyes danced with excitement. He knew calling Suzanna a “naughty girl” was just the way to thrill and entice her. It was her favorite sexual game and they loved to play it with each other.

  “So you think I’m naughty do you?” Suzanna said, her face beaming with delight. She pressed her naked body against him and let her hands slide over his muscular frame. When she found his erection pressing against his jeans, she unzipped his pants and began to massage him there. A groan of pleasure escaped his lips and Suzanna grinned playfully as she knelt in front of him and prepared to take him into her mouth. Playfully, she said, “Let me show you just how naughty I can be.”

  Suzanna just teased him at first, letting her tongue swirl around the tip of his most sensitive organ, while her hands delicately stroked the length of him. Then, suddenly, she took him fully into her hot, wet mouth and made love to him that way. Colton had to grip the wall to steady himself as the intense pleasure made him feel deliriously lightheaded.

  He realized he was going to climax and urgently withdrew himself from her mouth, saying, “Take it easy. I’m getting too hot.”

  “I want you to get too hot,” Suzanna said and reached her hand out to stroke him.

  Colton caught her by the wrist and said, “I haven’t had my turn to pleasure you yet. You need to learn to be patient, naughty girl.”

  Suzanna struggled playfully in his grip and said, “How are you going to teach me to be patient?”

  “Like this!” Colton said and suddenly bound her wrists with a pair of handcuffs he’d purchased for her at a sex shop. He pressed her back against his wall, pulled her hands up over her head, and looped the cuffs over a hook. Now Suzanna was helplessly at his mercy, but she was not afraid.

  They reviewed the safety words they had agreed on for when they played such games. They both knew that Suzanna could say “red light” if the game became too rough or she wanted to stop for any reason and Colton would immediately let her go. In the weeks that they’d been playing together, they’d never had cause to use the words, but Colton always wanted to know that she felt safe. In truth, the game thrilled and fulfilled her like no other sexual relationship ever could, and she never felt safer than when she was playing with him.

  With the safety words and rules of game properly agreed upon, Colton resumed their playtime. He ran his hands over her vulnerable body and said, “You’re a naughty girl who thinks she just get whatever she wants, but I’m going to teach you patience now by making you wait for your orgasm.”

  Colton spent the rest of the evening delighting in Suzanna’s body, inch by inch and part by part. He licked, caressed, suckled, kissed, fondled, rubbed, and massaged every part of her while she was helpless to speed things along. Suzanna sighed, moaned, and cried out as the unending pleasure became more and more intense. She longed to grab him and climb on top of him, but she couldn’t, for the cuffs kept her bound to the wall. It was a game they both loved almost as much as they loved each other.

  “I want you inside me!” Suzanna cried out, as his mouth and hands kept her on the brink of climax but wouldn’t let her plunge into the ultimate depths of pleasure.

  Colton said cruelly, “That’s your problem, naughty girl. You’re always focused on what you want. Patience is about letting go of your own desires and allowing things to happen on another person’s time.”

  He tortured her with pleasure a little longer, bringing her to the brink of climax with his hands and mouth and then not letting her orgasm. When she was whimpering with desire, he said, “Are you ready to be a good girl?”

  “Yes, Sir! I’ll be good. I’ll do things on your time and not my own.”

  “Good. I’m going to release you from the cuffs and I want you to kneel on the bed,” Colton instructed. Suzanna willingly obeyed, even though every nerve in her body pulsated with desire.

  Colton stripped naked very slowly while she watched, cruelly drawing out the time she had to wait patiently. When at last he was naked, he lay beside her on the bed and said, “Okay, climb on top of me but thrust as slowly as you can.”

  Suzanna straddled his waist and slid his rigid organ deep into her wet folds, enveloping him with a sigh of intense satisfaction. She began to slide up and down the length of him, relishing the feel of him deep inside her, and quickly started gaining speed.

  “Slowly,” he commanded and she forced herself to obey. “Good girl, now faster. Harder, faster, now slower, slower, now faster!”

  Colton instructed Suzanna on how fast to thrust upon him, maximizing her pleasure and drawing out her orgasm. They came upon her wave after wave, and each orgasm was even more intense and powerful than the last. In the end, she lost count of how many orgasms he’d given her and they both just lay side by side in his bed. They fell asleep naked in each other’s arms and neither one of them had ever been so blissfully happy, until the rooster’s call echoed across the ranch, waking them. Only it wasn’t just a rooster; another sound blended with the birds. Colton and Suzanna both sat up in fear as they both realized what the sound was. Someone was screaming.

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  Chapter Four

  Suzanna couldn’t believe it when she came upon the scene. She’d tied her hair into a quick ponytail, thrown on a pair of jeans she kept at Colton’s place along with a pair of boots and a denim shirt, and ran toward the sound of the shouting.

  It led her right to a small crowd of people at the open gate to cattle pasture. They were all staring at the empty space where hundreds of cattle should have stood, but they were all gone. The entire herd had been stolen in the night. Suzanna clasped her hands over her mouth and stifled the sob that was caught in her throat.

  The look on her father’s ashen face was too much to bear and she turned around, unable to face it. This ranch was his life. To lose the entire herd like that was a devastating blow to him. Suzanna knew she couldn’t let him see her cry, or the hardened rancher might break down into tears in front of his men. She whipped around, prepared to run off into the distance, when she slammed into the chest of Colton Stevens. He caught her in his arms and held her close, not caring who saw them together.

  “It’s gonna be all right,” he crooned as he hugged her tight and stroked the length of her ponytail. “It must have been those bastards who had tried to kidnap you last night. When their plan failed, they switched to releasing your father’s herd as revenge.”

  “This is all my fault!” Suzanna let the tears fall freely down her cheeks now as she buried her face in his shirt. “I’m the one who interfered with the poachers in the first place. If I’d just left them alone from the start or gone with them when they came last night, Daddy wouldn’t have lost the herd.”

  “No, it’s not your fault,” Colton insisted. He raised her chin so she was looking into his eyes and said, “They’re the bastards! They’re the ones to blame. You can’t think their actions are your fault, even for one second. They’re poachers, thieves, and who knows what other horrible crimes they’d be willing to commit. They’re the ones at fault for what they’ve done; not you!”

  Jeremiah Wheeler watched silently as Colton Stevens comforted his daughter. He saw the way her eyes shined when she looked at him and the way both their faces glowed with love for each other. Seeing how happy they were together put a twinge of guilt in his heart for keeping them apart, but he reminded himself that she’d be happier in the long run and that he was just doing what was best for her.

  Jeremiah walked up to the couple with a glaring frown and gently pulled his daughter away from Colton. “Come on, we’ve got to call the Sheriff’s office,” he said to her. Suzanna shot Colton an apologetic look and he nodded his understanding, letting her know that everything would be okay. Their hands drifted apart and she let her father lead her back to the ranch house.

  She kept her head turned down as they walked and something strange caught her eye. “Daddy, what are these tire tracks fr
om?”

  Jeremiah shrugged and said, “Tires, obviously.”

  “Sure, but tires from what? None of our trucks or equipment leaves a tread like that. I’ll be sure to tell the deputy to take prints of them. They must belong to whoever stole the cattle and tried to kidnap me last night.”

  The Sheriff’s office was quick to respond to Jeremiah Wheeler’s call and he sent out his best man, Deputy Larson, to investigate with a full complement of officers. Suzanna spent hours showing them around the property, describing the men she seen, and helping them in every way possible. They found Lee’s hat, took prints of the tire tracks, drew sketches from Suzanna’s descriptions, and fingerprinted everything in sight. At the end of a long day, Suzanna was utterly exhausted and collapsed into bed. However, her dreams were restless and full of nightmares of all that had happened.

  The next morning, she awoke early and ran to the kitchen to find her daddy brewing a pot of coffee. “No word yet,” Jeremiah said somberly.

  “You mean there’s no sign of the herd yet?” Suzanna said sadly and he nodded. It was the same the next day, and the day after. Several weeks went by with no progress being made by the Sheriff’s office.

  Everyone on the ranch tried to stay busy, but with no cattle to tend to, Jeremiah ended up having to lay off most of his men. Suzanna was terrified he would fire Colton, but for some reason, he kept him on and she found as many excuses as she could to sneak away with him in secret. They both knew that if they were caught together, Jeremiah would follow through on his threats to send Suzanna away, but they just couldn’t keep apart.

  “I don’t get it,” Suzanna said thoughtfully one day, as she and Colton sat lazily by the river having a Sunday picnic.

  “What’s that?” Colton asked with curiosity. He loved the way her mind worked. She was always thinking of brilliant ideas and found creative ways to solve problems. With her help, he’d been able to make her father’s ranch a lot more efficient, which was something it really needed now that it was operating with minimal staff.

  Suzanna dipped her toe in the river and said, “Why hasn’t the Sheriff’s office found the cattle yet? There can’t be that many places to hide something so large; it should be easy to track.”

  “The rustlers have probably sold the cattle already.” Colton said wisely, but Suzanna shook her head.

  “That would leave a trail, too. There’s something fishy about this whole investigation. I say we go back to the place where we first encountered the poachers and see if we can learn anything about them that would help us find them now.”

  Colton held her hand in his own and said, “Deputy Larson has already done that and he didn’t find anything.”

  “Well then, he must not have done a very good job, because I found plenty of clues.”

  “What? You went into dangerous territory on your own and started interfering with a police investigation?” Colton cried out.

  “I wouldn’t put it that way.” Suzanna blushed. She pulled her dress over her head and jumped into the river. The cool water made her gasp for breath for a moment, but she adjusted to it quickly and began to swim casually downstream.

  “Don’t think you can escape from this conversation by swimming away?” Colton said, and Suzanna grinned ruefully at him.

  “Try and stop me!” Suzanna called after him and began swimming in earnest, swiftly moving downstream.

  “Come back here!” Colton hollered after her, but Suzanna just kept swimming. She rounded the bend and disappeared from his sight.

  “Damn it!” Colton swore. He thought about diving into the river and swimming after her, but he knew she was too strong a swimmer and she already had too much of a lead.

  Grabbing his horse, Colton mounted the animal and galloped after her.

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  Chapter Five

  Suzanna looked over her shoulder as she stroked through the water and saw with a relieved sigh that there was no sign of Colton. She flipped over and floated comfortably on her back, letting the gentle current carry her peacefully through the water.

  She knew it was wrong to go looking for the poachers on her own, and she knew that Colton wouldn’t be happy with her about it, but it was something she had to do. What’s more is she had been right. The Sheriff’s department had all the same evidence she had, and she was able to figure out what kind of vehicle the criminals had driven and where they were probably hiding now. If she could find all that out, then Deputy Larson should have been able too, unless he was in on it!

  “That’s it!” Suzanna said aloud, spewing water from her lips. “Deputy Larson is in cahoots with the cattle rustlers! Telling Sheriff Newman won’t do any good since it’ll be my word against his and he’s sure to believe his own man over me! I’ve got to get enough evidence myself to prove it!”

  Suzanna stood up in the river and prepared to climb onto the grassy bank. She had a lot of work to do! As she pulled herself onto the grass, she stopped short when she came to a booted foot.

  “You’re in trouble, naughty girl,” Colton said as he stared down at the beautiful naked woman kneeling in the grass.

  The warm summer breeze blew across her wet flesh, making her nipples pucker and she became acutely aware of how naked she was. It was a realization that made her feel vulnerable and deeply aroused. She looked around the countryside and saw they were completely alone. Perhaps this was the perfect time to play their favorite game.

  “I’m sorry, Sir. Please forgive me,” Suzanna said, playfully. In the spirit of the game, she remained kneeling and bent forward to kiss his boots subserviently.

  Colton felt himself become aroused by her obvious offer to play their game. Seeing that they alone, he decided why not? They could both use some sexual release from the tensions caused by the missing herd. He noticed that he still held the riding crop in his hands that he’d used to spur his horse into a gallop and decided it might be the perfect toy for their game.

  Putting on a stern face for the spirit of their game, Colton said, “In order for me to forgive you, I must know that you have learned not to be naughty again, and in order for me to know that, I must punish you first. Do you want me to punish you, naughty girl?”

  “Yes, sir. Teach me not to be naughty,” Suzanna said, her voice thick with desire.

  Colton found a fallen tree and lay a soft blanket across it to make it padded. He put his hand on the log and said, “Bend over this tree so I can punish you.”

  Suzanna felt a thrill of sexual excitement rush through her at the invitation and readily complied. She bent over the log, laying her stomach flat against it and raising her naked buttocks high into the air. She expected him to spank her in that position and her eyes flew open wide with surprise to see him produce a riding crop from behind his back. Her vulnerability heightened her arousal and she felt wetness between her legs from the juices of her desire.

  Teasingly, Colton stroked her naked flesh with the tip of the riding crop. She could feel the flat leather caressing her and delighted in the feel of it and the rising anticipation of her punishment. Then, suddenly, he raised the crop and gave her a firm smack on the fleshy part of her buttocks. She yelped in surprise and pain. Tears sprang to her eyes, but the pleasure she felt overpowered the pain and she found herself longing to feel the sensation again.

  “Spank me again, Sir. Please.” Suzanna said, and Colton knew she wanted him to continue the game. He struck her again and again with measured slaps of the riding crop. He didn’t want to use so much force that it tore her skin, but even so, red welts rose on her delicate flesh. Still, she seemed to be enjoying the process and didn’t use her safe words.

  After he had sufficiently punished her, he reached down and gently massaged her sore buttocks, massaging away the pain. As his hands curved around her inner thigh, he felt moisture there and found that her innermost folds were wet with desire. A gasp of pleasure escaped her lips as he touched her there and he began to make love to her with his fingers, massaging her there in just the
way she liked best.

  “Please make love to me! I want you inside me!” she moaned and gasped as he quickly brought her to orgasm with his fingers alone.

  “Not until you’ve learned not to run away from me like you did today and not until you’ve learned not to go off on your own investigations. These behaviors go beyond being naughty. They’re dangerous and I can’t allow you put yourself in harm’s way,” Colton said harshly.

  “I’ve learned my lesson,” Suzanna panted. She spread her thighs wide, inviting him to enter her hot, wet folds but he did not give in to his desires yet.

  “I mean it Suzanna. You’re going to get yourself hurt or killed. Promise me you won’t go on this investigation alone. Promise me you’ll always stay where I can protect you.”

  He pulled Suzanna from the log and they stood face to face, looking deep into each other’s eyes. She looked at him defiantly, unwilling to give up her real world freedoms for the sake of their fantasy game. She may enjoy playing the submissive role in their games but she was still a fiercely independent woman with no intention of ever letting any man tell her where she can go and what she can do. She hardened her resolve and glared defiantly at him.

  Colton knew he couldn’t bully her into obeying him, and he didn’t want to. Her independence was what he loved most about her, but he still needed to know she’d be safe. He brushed his hand over her cheek and said softly, “I couldn’t live without you. Just promise me you won’t go off alone.”

  The gentleness of his words melted her heart and Suzanna broke her resolve. Kissing him with all the love she felt for him, she said, “Okay, I promise.”

  That was all Colton needed to hear. They lay down in the tall grass, wrapped in each other’s arms, and made love together. It wasn’t the kind of kinky sex games they so often embellished in, but soft, sensual lovemaking that came from the heart. Tender, beautiful, and deeply fulfilling, it left them both breathless and satisfied in a whole new way.