by Robin Gideon
Katie had read about them in Cosmopolitan, but she’d never thought she’d ever need one for herself. She nodded.
“Pumpkins. Say ‘pumpkins’ and everything stops.”
The words and the warmth of his breath against her ear and neck were a caress that caused her nipples to harden and her clit to pulse with an empty hunger.
“Now let’s start this contest all over again. You go first.”
Aaron kept his hands on Katie’s shoulders, and she wished he wouldn’t. As long as he touched her, the heat and strength of him slithered into her body like some wickedly seductive narcotic, distorting her senses, stripping away her willpower.
She heard boot heels against the floor before callused fingers lightly touched her chin to angle her face upward. A mouth pressed against hers. It was a firm, close-mouthed kiss that lasted long enough to be more than just casual.
“Okay. That’s enough,” she heard Aaron say. “Now you.”
Again, boot heels against the floor. A ripple of anticipation went up her spine. Then fingers were again touching her chin to put her at the desired angle. A mouth pressed against hers. Unconsciously, Katie raised her hands, her fingertips running lightly up the sides of a corduroy jacket.
“That’s enough,” Aaron instructed.
As the boot heels receded, Katie confessed, “That was Flynn. I recognized the texture of his coat.”
“I can see that this competition is getting more difficult by the second,” Aaron said with mock anger. “Well, if this is going to be a fair contest, we’ll have to make sure you judge it only by a kiss.”
The blindfold seemed to make all the rest of her senses more acute, more sensitive. Katie flinched, and uttered a soft gasp, when she felt Aaron sliding his powerful arm inside her own. At first she wasn’t certain what he was doing, but then his left elbow was hooked with her left, and his left hand gripped her right arm just above the elbow. The move effectively kept her elbows pulled behind her back, preventing her from reaching out to touch the men who kissed her. It also caused her breasts to press even more snugly against her blouse.
A myriad of emotions were rocketing through Katie. She wondered how much cleavage she was showing now that her arms were pinned back. She felt wicked for allowing what had initially been a rather silly game to transform into a situation where the erotic tension was thick in the air. The pulsing in her clit grew stronger.
“Okay, now it’s your turn,” Aaron said.
The third kiss was very much like the first two, only its effect on her was significantly stronger. Being held by Aaron as she was, and being blindfolded so she couldn’t know who was kissing her, excited Katie beyond anything she had thought possible. By the time, Aaron signaled an end to the kiss, Katie was certain her bikini panties were quite wet. Her nipples had grown hard, and she had no doubt their erect state was visible through her blouse and bra.
“We’ll call that Brother Number One, and the order is random, not by age or alphabet,” Aaron said, a new tension showing in his tone. “And since I’m not a contestant, I’ll clear away the kiss so that you can taste the next one fresh.”
Katie gasped when Aaron, with his free hand, cupped her chin in his palm, angled her face upward and to the side, and sealed his mouth over hers. It was a strong, commanding kiss, and the prickly feel of his mustache made it seem all the more masculine. When the tip of his tongue touched her lips, seeking entrance, she offered only the slightest resistance before accepting. His tongue danced with hers, moving slowly and erotically in her mouth. As she accepted his kiss, Katie suddenly realized that with her hands forced behind her back, they were pressed against the front of Aaron’s trousers.
At last, Aaron straightened and ended the kiss. Had any kiss ever excited her so completely? Katie felt as though her muscles were dissolving, melting like candle wax when heated. She wasn’t at all certain she could withstand another such kiss and not end up falling to the floor.
“Now you,” Aaron said.
Another brother. Another kiss. It started out just lips pressing against lips, but seconds later Katie had another tongue seeking entrance to her mouth. It was a frisking, probing tongue, moving more quickly than Aaron’s had. Aware now how she was inadvertently touching Aaron, she balled her hands into fists so that he wouldn’t mistake the contact as a caress.
The kiss ended, and Aaron said, “That was Brother Number Two.” He cupped her chin and Katie offered no resistance when he turned her face. “And here’s one from me, to clean the slate again. Tabula rasa, and all that.”
Katie was expecting his kiss this time, anticipating it with a kind of wordless rapture that shocked her. This time when their lips met and parted, it was she who explored his mouth, sliding her tongue between his lips. As she kissed, she uncurled her fingers. There was no mistaking the long, hard bulge in the front of Aaron’s jeans. His erection seemed formidable to Katie’s lust-foggy consciousness.
* * * *
Aaron sucked Katie’s tongue deeper into his mouth and groaned softly when he felt her slender fingers sliding along the length of his cock, touching him through his jeans. His cock had grown to full extension and was throbbing painfully being trapped inside his clothing. With Katie’s fingertips now running the length of him as though measuring his stature, there was no possible way he was going to diminish in size anytime soon.
He let his tongue waltz with hers, leading with practiced finesse, feasting on her mouth, holding her chin securely so that she was at precisely the angle he wanted. Every instinct in him wanted to take full command of Katie. He wanted to bend her over the pool table, pull up her skirt, and pull down her panties, and then plunge into her sweet pussy.
Wanting much more than just a kiss, and knowing that he shouldn’t try for more, Aaron finally straightened his back and pulled away. He didn’t release Katie’s chin, though. Instead, he looked down at her lips, glistening from his kisses. The blindfold added elements of the forbidden to her appearance and made him want to possess her even more.
He looked up at Blair. “Your turn.”
His brother stepped forward, looked at Aaron briefly, and then bent to kiss Katie. His hands started on her shoulders, but before many seconds passed, they slipped down the front of her body until he was cupping her breasts. Looking over her shoulder, Aaron watched as strong fingers pressed into the pliant flesh. He felt his own cock throb lustily against her fingers. The soft, almost mouselike sound that Katie emitted through her nose when Blair captured her nipples between forefingers and thumbs, told Aaron that she was especially sensitive there.
She’ll hit the panic button any second now.
Aaron waited a few more seconds. By this time, Katie’s breath was coming in deep, ragged gulps. If she had intended on remaining dispassionately objective while the McGowan brothers kissed her, she was failing miserably.
When Aaron looked at Garrett, he almost started laughing. The young man’s face was a mask of sexual tension, the effort of holding back his lusty desire an obvious physical and psychological strain on him. The long bulge running down the left leg of his jeans was vivid proof that Katie’s charms had him in a death grip by the throat as thoroughly as they did Aaron.
“Your turn,” Aaron said.
Garrett stepped forward, his arms sliding around Katie’s hips as he slanted his mouth. He squeezed her buns as he kissed her deeply, and when he ground his bulging crotch against her, he did it with such force that Aaron had to take a half step backward. The small hands at his cock squeezed him with greater strength.
The vixen’s going to make me come in my jeans if I’m not careful. I haven’t done that since I was a kid and Suzy What’s-her-name from school gave me a hand job through my Levi’s.
“That’s enough now,” Aaron said after an appropriate amount of time had passed. His brother seemed entirely unwilling to end the kisses. “Hey, I said that’s enough now.”
Garrett eventually lifted his head. When Aaron looked into his eyes, he saw the
y were glassy with lust. He seemed almost mesmerized by Katie.
Aaron looked down at her then cupped her chin, angled her properly, and gave her a kiss that had all the voltage in it that he could muster. As he explored her mouth with his tongue, he reached over her shoulder to fondle her breasts through a blouse and bra that he could turn to shredded ribbons with very little provocation. Her nipples were fiercely erect, and Aaron could only imagine the pleasure that would be his upon sucking on them.
Flynn was next in line, and after a moment he cleared his throat, clearly wanting to draw his brother’s attention without identifying himself by speaking aloud.
Aaron lifted his head and in a tone that indicated he wasn’t at all pleased, said, “Your turn.”
Young and impetuous, Flynn nearly ran the two steps it took to reach Katie. Her fingers were still playing with Aaron’s cock, and he expected her to squeeze him more intently while she kissed his brother. What he didn’t anticipate was his brother’s boldness. Instead of kissing her mouth, as all the others had, Flynn dropped to his knees on the floor of the saloon, pushed up Katie’s skirt, and pressed his mouth against the crotch of her panties, kissing her through the thin, gauzy material.
* * * *
“Oh God!” Katie gasped when she suddenly felt a warm mouth pressing intimately against her pussy, kissing her through the sheer material of her bikini panties.
Pumpkins! Pumpkins! Pumpkins!
She could think the safe word. She just couldn’t find the self-discipline to actually say it. And until she did, the McGowans would continue to do with her whatever they wanted.
Though she couldn’t actually admit it, Katie wanted all the lurid, taboo things that were being done to her. Being held so tightly by Aaron had triggered in her a fiery appreciation of bondage that made all the forbidden caresses infinitely more arousing. And being blindfolded heightened her sense of touch, it seemed. It was such a turn-on to not know the identity of whoever was on his knees and kissing her pussy through her panties.
She felt fingers slide into the leg hole of her panties then felt the garment being roughly pulled to the side. She trembled violently when a wet, frisking tongue was thrust between the lips of her cunt before moving upward to slide over her clit.
“Oh God!” she gasped again, unconsciously turning her hips slightly to the side in an evasive maneuver.
Powerful hands cupped the cheeks of her ass, holding her hips steady. But doing that required both hands, so when her panties naturally moved back into place, whoever was on his knees no longer had access to his goal.
Katie’s panties were torn at the hip, and then the hands returned to her buns to hold her securely as he resumed licking and sucking on her clitoris. This was a McGowan who wouldn’t be denied.
The kisses that Katie received had excited her more than she’d thought possible. Being defenseless, with the single exception of having a safe word, had turned her on enormously. Being blindfolded added to her excitement. Still, when Katie sensed the approaching climax, its quickness startled her. Seconds later, when her orgasmic contractions began, she tossed her head back and thrust her hips forward, mashing her pussy against the tantalizing mouth. Her head thumped loudly against Aaron’s broad chest, and she heard him grunt from the impact.
The contractions were so powerful and so harsh, they were nearly painful in their intensity. But when the last of them went through Katie, and the shudders ended, it felt as though all the strength had been drained from her body. Her knees buckled, and she would have fallen if Aaron hadn’t continued to hold her so securely.
“Stop,” she said through deep gulps of air. “Please stop.”
Then she heard Blair say sharply, “Oh, shit! It’s the men from Square-B Ranch! Must be five in all!”
“Go outside and stall them!” Aaron ordered.
Aaron released the iron hold he had on Katie and, with a little tug, removed the neckerchief blindfold. She was wildly embarrassed at the behavior she had allowed, and almost thankful for being unintentionally rescued by the Square-B ranch hands. If she hadn’t been disturbed, she knew in her soul that it wouldn’t have been long before she was begging to get fucked.
“Get behind the bar,” Aaron told her, his devilish grin angering Katie, whose nerves were frazzled. “I guess it’s going to take a couple sessions to find out which of my brothers you think is the best kisser.” His grin broadened. “It’s probably a good thing I’ve got this mustache. If I was in the race, there wouldn’t be much competition.”
Katie stepped behind the bar, smoothing her skirt down as she walked. As the cowboys entered the saloon, she looked down and saw her panties, torn at their most slender spot near one hip, hanging around her left ankle.
She had never felt so disoriented by anything in her life, and the ripped panties were the visual reminder of her complete lapse of judgment.
* * * *
The man in the thousand-dollar business suit was so intoxicated he was weaving from side to side as he stood in front of the urinal at the truck stop in northeastern Nevada. David knew an opportunity when he saw one. From behind, he let the drunk have it, landing a haymaker to the back of the head. The man pitched forward, hitting the wall, and was unconscious before he came to rest on the floor.
In his wallet was just under a thousand dollars. David nearly giggled when he slipped the money and credit cards into his pocket. He was back in his car and moving down the highway toward North Dakota with a full tank of gas in less time than he had allotted.
He had enough money now to reach Katie.
She had to be taught a lesson, and he was going to be her teacher.
It would be a lesson she’d never, ever forget.
Chapter Three
The lunch special was Grandma Sellers’s homemade chili, so the Mountain View Saloon, which had a maximum capacity of about forty, was three-quarters full even before the ancient clock behind the bar chimed the noon hour. Katie was thankful for the brimming crowd because it kept her too busy to pay undue attention to the McGowan men. It also kept Aaron from grabbing her, though she strongly suspected she wanted to be grabbed. The presence of the cowboys from other ranches did make it impossible for Katie to throw herself at Aaron or any of his brothers.
Which one of the McGowan clan went down on me until I came? The thought seemed to come out of nowhere, but when it slithered across the consciousness of her mind, it prompted a full-body shiver. Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Don’t even think about last night.
But her blindfolded activities while being held in bondage by Aaron’s powerful arm were all she could think about. The harder she tried to concentrate on other things, the more vivid the memories were—her panties being torn from her hips, a probing tongue gliding between the lips of her pussy, her clit being lightly and skillfully sucked on.
After carrying an aluminum serving tray full of bowls of chili to the cowboys from the Square-B Ranch, Katie stopped and looked around the saloon, making sure that everyone had what they needed.
“Katie, can I see you a minute?” her grandmother asked, standing behind the bar in front of the small stove and grill where all the food was cooked.
“What is it, Grandma?” Katie asked, sitting on a stool. She had learned that, during the lunch rush, it was best to take the weight off her feet whenever possible.
“There’s something I’ve got to ask you, but before I ask, I want you to know that you can say ‘no’ and I won’t hold it against you.”
Katie felt a chill go through her. “Go ahead and ask.”
“Your grandfather and I have friends in Phoenix who have invited us to stay with them through the winter. They want us there at least until next spring. That way your grandfather can recuperate through the winter in nice weather, instead of living through yet another tough North Dakota winter.” She wiped her hands on her apron, and Katie could tell that she was uneasy with what she was about to ask. “We were wondering if you wouldn’t mind taking over the Mountain View Saloo
n. Think of it as your own. You’ve been here a month now, and you know who the distributors are and what it takes to operate this place.” She smiled. “You can keep the profits. Your grandfather and I have enough saved up that we’re in fine shape. We haven’t made a decision to sell the saloon, and we don’t feel it very fair to Elk’s Crossing if we closed up all sudden like.”
“You want me to run this place all by myself?”
“No, of course not. You’ll have to hire a couple folks. We know that. But your grandpa and I are getting right on up there in years, and we just can’t do the things we once did. Would you mind very much taking over the Mountain View Saloon for us?”
Katie thought about the proposition. She was a city girl through and through. Moving to the mountains of North Dakota had served two purposes—to help her grandparents, and to get away from San Francisco and all the awful memories she associated with David.
And even if being in the mountains wasn’t exactly the city life she was accustomed to, by next spring Katie would have fulfilled her familial obligations.
“I’ll do it,” she said.
Her grandmother’s answering smile lit up the saloon, and Katie knew that she had made the proper decision. She loved her grandparents, and if they needed her now, she wasn’t going to let them down.
“You can’t imagine how happy you’ve made me,” the old woman said as she moved around the bar. “Give your old grandma a hug and a kiss.”
After the hug and kiss, the old woman took Katie by the hand and almost dragged her across the saloon to the two tables where the McGowan men were seated before heaping bowls of chili.
“Boys, I want to tell you something,” Grandma Sellers announced, still holding Katie’s hand, oblivious to her granddaughter’s rapidly escalating sense of unease. “This young lady here is taking over the Mountain View Saloon. The mister and myself are off to Phoenix to live with some friends there. It’ll be easier for him to get better during the winter months in Phoenix than in Elk’s Crossing. Now, I’ve been feeding you boys ’most every day since your ma died, and I’ve fed you lots even when she was with us, so that means I know you about as well as I know my own kin. I want you to keep an eye on Katie and see to it that she stays safe and sound. Will you promise me that? Can I ask that of you?”
