Stud Farm: The Delancey Brothers

by Joanna Blake

  Thankfully we had the same goal in mind.

  Pleasuring each other until we were weak as kittens. I smiled at him, running my hand through my hair. I knew I probably looked a mess. But I wouldn’t mind it if he joined me in bed again.

  "Good morning Elle."

  Oops. He was still mad. Really, really mad.

  "Good morning."

  "Come here."

  I took a deep breath and stood. I walked across the room toward him on wobbly legs. When I got closer the look in his eyes made me stop in my tracks.

  Jake wasn't mad. He was scared. Scared of losing me apparently.

  "Sit."

  I didn't move fast enough apparently because he pulled me down into his lap. He was fully dressed again. I was… not.

  His hands started to slide over my body possessively, making me immediately aroused. But his eyes never left mine.

  "I meant what I said Elle. You are coming back with me."

  I stared at him. I was going to give this a try. I’d promised him that.

  “I told you I would.”

  He squeezed me in approval.

  "No more running."

  "No more running."

  "Promise me."

  "I promise."

  That seemed to appease him because he smiled for the first time. But he wasn't looking at my face now. His fingers were trailing over the hard tips of my breasts. I gasped at the sensation.

  "Are you hungry Elle?"

  I was ravenous. But I wanted him more. And judging from the torpedo in his lap, he wanted me too.

  Maybe for longer than I’d imagined a bad boy like Jake Delancey ever would.

  I smiled at him.

  "I can wait."

  The serious look lifted from his eyes for the first time since I saw him on the plane. The cocksure smile was back.

  "Good. I'll try to take less than an hour this time."

  He lifted me up and carried me back to bed.

  Chapter Twelve

  Jake

  "Easy boy. That's it."

  I eased the bridle off the exhausted horse. I was working with Thunder again this morning, just like I’d been doing every day since I got back from New York. I found that wearing the stallion out was the best way to teach him. When the animal was exhausted and well ridden, his resistance was much lower.

  Eventually it would be second nature to the ornery creature.

  I was sort of doing the same thing with Elle.

  Not sort of.

  I was doing exactly the same thing.

  Each night I kept her up and busy until she fell into a satisfied slumber. I made sure she was too tired and sated to run. Of course, I ended up pretty satisfied too.

  Really satisfied. More so that I’d ever been in my entire life.

  Bone satisfied. No pun intended.

  I grinned and patted the stallion.

  It was a difficult job, but somebody had to do it.

  I was brushing Thunder down when one of the workmen I’d hired came to find me.

  "Mr. Delancey? It's ready."

  "Thanks Steve."

  I held out an apple for Thunder. It was gone in the blink of an eye. Then I followed Steve to the former tack shed. From the outside it still looked like a hundred year old building. Well kept and serviceable, but old. But inside, it was something else entirely.

  Padded walls, low comfortable couches and a glass wall that separated the equipment and a small room set up with studio instruments.

  I’d built my woman a recording studio.

  I grinned and slapped Steve on the back.

  "It's perfect."

  Elle

  I bent over the figures, entering each into the software that Mrs. Garret had taught me to use. The woman was getting on and needed help with the household expenses. It was just one of the things that I had learned to do to help in running the estate. Jake had insisted on it.

  He insisted on a lot of thing lately. Not that I minded. After all, he looked damn good giving orders.

  I looked up to see him standing in the doorway watching me. As usual he looked supremely relaxed. And like he wanted to have his way with me. I felt an answering warmth spread through my body.

  "You're as sneaky as a cat."

  He just smiled at me, looking a bit smug. That was usual too. I adored my arrogant young man though. Just the way he was. Prickles and all.

  I was a bit prickly myself.

  I picked up an envelope and waved it at him.

  "My papers finally came in."

  He crossed his arms and leaned against the doorjamb, his eyebrows raised.

  "Is that so?"

  I nodded.

  "I'm impressed. I think you've earned a reward."

  Now it was my turn to cock an eyebrow at him.

  “Really Jake, it’s the middle of the day. I have work to do.”

  "Not that kind of reward you naughty girl. How is that going by the way?"

  I sighed and leaned back in my chair.

  "Well, I certainly understand how to balance books down to the dime. Years of being dirt poor will do that to you."

  He nodded approvingly.

  “Good girl. Come on, it's time for your riding lesson."

  "If you insist. I still have work to do here."

  "Buttercup will get lonely."

  I rolled my eyes. They'd given me the oldest, sweetest nag on the estate to learn to ride on. After one encounter, the horse became fixated on me for some reason. It followed me around like a dog.

  The sweet old thing was ridiculous. And smelly. But I had to admit I was growing fond of the silly horse.

  "Alright, let's go."

  I stood and followed Jake. I was already wearing riding breeches and boots. Jake had insisted I be ready to ride at a moments notice when he bought me a whole slew of tailored riding gear. Plus he said he liked the way I looked in the snug fitting pants.

  I smirked as I watched his ass move in his tight jeans.

  I liked the way he looked in his pants too.

  We didn’t go right to the stables as usual though. I frowned and followed him. He was up to something, I just knew it. We turned a corner and walked toward one of the other old buildings that littered the estate. This one was set back from the rest of the buildings, with a pretty brick path leading to the door.

  He stood in front of the building with a big grin.

  "What's this then?"

  He just shrugged.

  "Open it."

  I gave him a distrustful look and reached for the door handle.

  "You know I don't like surprises."

  “I don’t Delancey.”

  He just smiled wider.

  "You'll like this one."

  I stepped inside the building and stopped in my tracks.

  He was right. I did like it. In fact, I bloody loved it.

  Just like I loved him, even if I hadn’t told him so quite yet.

  The darling man had built me a recording studio.

  Six months later

  I sat at the bar with a prime view of the stage. Black Diamond was about to finish their second set. And at the end of the show, I had a surprise for the lead singer.

  I looked around the room, seeing Daniel and Jackson smiling and talking to other people in the club. All three of us brothers had opened a music venue in the city, partnering with Albacus, an old family friend.

  No one was more surprised than I was that things had worked out so well. But there it was. Life was good.

  Life was very, very good.

  The crowd was chanting for an encore while I made my way up to the stage. I had something hidden in my fist. I smiled as I stopped the band from starting a new song. I winked at the guys and held out two fists.

  "Hey guys. I just have a question for Elle that couldn't wait. I hope you will understand."

  The crowd roared its response in the affirmative.

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sp; I grinned and looked at my beautiful girl. As usual she looked suspicious. She didn't like surprises. I knew that. But I couldn't help myself.

  Elle gave me an odd look as I offered her two clenched hands.

  "Pick one."

  "Really? Now?”

  I nodded and she gave me an exasperated sigh.

  "Alright Delancey, this better be good."

  She cocked her head and tapped my left hand. I opened my fist, holding it palm up.

  “Good guess.”

  Her beautiful eyes opened wide when she saw what it was.

  It was a ring. A big honking diamond ring.

  I dropped to my knee.

  "Will you marry me Eleanor?"

  She was already crying as she nodded. I slipped the ring on her finger while the crowd went wild. Then she threw herself into my arms, laughing and kissing me over and over again.

  I wasn't surprised when she whispered into my ear, barely audible above the noise of the crowd.

  "What the hell was in your other hand then?"

  I shrugged sheepishly, pulling back to show her.

  "Another ring. I got two, just in case."

  She was laughing as I pulled her in for a kiss.

  "You're incorrigible alright. But I'll have you."

  I murmured into her soft kissable lips.

  "Lucky me."

  Pheonyx Rising - Six Months Later

  Clint

  "What did you say?"

  Phee nearly screamed into the phone. I came running, wondering what the hell had happened.

  "Everything okay, sweetheart?"

  She looked numb as she set the phone down. She looked at me, her face blank. She frowned, twirling her hair in one hand.

  "Jake's getting married."

  "What? The wild one?"

  She nodded.

  "Remember the girl who sang at the Christmas party?" I nodded and she sighed forlornly. "I'm happy for him of course. I just thought we were gonna be next."

  I grinned and hooked my fingers into her jean pockets. I liked having a hold on her, as much as possible. Hell, I'd handcuff her to me, if I could.

  "How 'bout we elope then? After the Championship, of course."

  She looked shocked at the thought of eloping. Then intrigued. Then she blushed.

  "Really, Clint? I kind of thought I'd have a big white dress and flowers."

  My voice was husky as I tipped her chin up.

  "I just want to get on with it. The sooner we get married, the sooner we can get on with making that baby."

  She blushed even redder. I knew she was thinking what I was thinking. We'd only done it once without protection, but that one time had been off the charts. Once she was legally mine, we'd do it like that all the time.

  "And have lots of fun trying, too."

  She nodded.

  "Okay Clint. Whatever you want."

  I shook my head.

  "No babygirl, that's not going to fly. If you want a white dress and a chapel, that's what's going to go down. And if those cousins of yours need to be there, I'll lasso them myself."

  She giggled, no doubt imagining those big ole Delanceys wrapped up in rope. It gave me a real good idea of what to do with the rest of the day.

  "Remember what I told you about tying you up?"

  Phee looked up at me, confused.

  "When you didn't know where I was?"

  I nodded. She'd run some errands without leaving me a note or taking her phone last month. I'd about lost my mind looking for her.

  "I told you I'd have my revenge right? And that you'd like it?" Her eyes got real wide and I smiled. "Well, not as much as I'm going to like it…"

  I grabbed her wrists and held them together.

  "It's time to pay the piper, darlin'."

  I hoisted her up and carried her into the bedroom. I lay her down and told her not to move. Then I riffled through her drawers for some lingerie and silk scarves.

  I whistled when I found the red set. These must be new. Lately, Phee had been buying some sexy little things. She knew it made me crazy with lust.

  Then again, so did her plain white panties.

  "Put these on."

  I stood over the bed, loosening my belt as she stripped and put the lacey little things on. I stared, feeling my cock twitch. Easy boy. This was going to be take a while.

  "Don't get up."

  I grabbed her leg and she giggled as I tied a scarf around it, fixing it to the bottom post of the bed. I did the same with the other leg, whistling at how gorgeous she looked, all spread out like that for me.

  I tied her arms next. She was still smiling. She had no idea what was about to go down.

  "Be right back."

  She gasped as I left the room. I was getting some chow. I was having a late lunch today.

  Well, a mid-day dessert to be exact.

  I was back in two shakes, and drizzling honey onto her thighs in three. She watched, eyes as big as saucers, as I pulled my shirt off and climbed between her legs.

  My tongue lapped at the honey, cleaning her thighs one by one. Then I drizzled on some more, licking up every drop. I repeated the same on her belly and then her neck. Then I went back down to her thighs.

  "Clint!"

  I grinned at her and kissed the red lace where it hid her juicy little pussy.

  "Hmmm… soon darlin'."

  I toyed with her through the thin fabric until she was rocking against my hand. I was so hard I thought I might bust my jeans. Finally I took mercy on us both.

  I hooked one finger under her panties and pulled them aside. I slathered her sweet little pussy with honey and went to town, licking and sucking it off her. She screamed as she came, her body arching off the bed.

  "You want some?"

  She nodded eagerly and I tugged my jeans down to my thighs. I poured a little honey onto the tip of my cock and held it to her lips. I watched as she sucked me clean, like a greedy little honey bear.

  Dammit, I was about to pop.

  So much for keeping her tied here all afternoon.

  I reached for the condoms and froze.

  "Don't."

  I looked at her in question.

  "Championship is next week. If we start trying now, maybe we could be pregnant by Christmas."

  She smiled at me.

  "Then they'd have to give their blessings."

  My cock leapt at the thought of taking her without protection. The feel of her silky skin on my shaft was mind bending. And I wanted a baby with her so bad it hurt. But it was stupid.

  "No, babygirl. I won't come inside you. But I will skip the rubber."

  I was too excited to tease her anymore. I needed in. And I needed it now.

  I groaned as the tip of my cock disappeared into her slick lips. She was mewling like a kitten as I slowly pushed my way inside. I rubbed her clit and she came on the spot, creaming all over my shaft.

  "Jesus Phee!"

  I eased back and started to move. I was like a freight train, unable to stop once I started. I needed to get there. And I needed to bring her with me.

  Phee came again and I lost it, churning in and out of her with zero control. She always did this to me. I'd fight it as long as I could and then bam- I was a wild animal, fucking her with primal need.

  Oh yeah, my girl turned me into a straight up caveman.

  "I love you, Phee. Jesus Christ, I love you!"

  I yanked out of her at the last second, still thrusting, my cock rubbing against the silky skin of her belly as I came all over her. She was arching beneath me, still coming, so I reached down and finished the job with my hand.

  She screamed as I circled my thumb on her clit.

  It was a while before I untied her. I kissed her ankles and wrists before I collapsed beside her, both of us limp as noodles on the bed.

  "Clint?"

  "Yes, babygirl?"

  "Can I tie you up next time?"

  I closed my eyes and groaned, my cock already beginning
to stir.

  Yep, my woman was trying to kill me.

  "We'll just have to see about that."

  Bound To Me

  Joanna Blake

  Bound To Me

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  Chapter One

  Daniel

  I pushed Black Jack to his limits, riding the stallion over the entire course. I did this nearly every morning now before his afternoon training session. Ever since the wild young horse had arrived.

  It kept him from injuring himself or the trainers.

  I was the only one the damned horse would listen to.

  I rode into the paddock and dismounted, tossing the reins to McDermott, the head stable master.

  "Your appointment is waiting for you Daniel."

  He winked at me.

  "What appointment?"

  "She was supposed to be here last week, remember?"

  I cursed. A rich city girl was here to breed her horse with one of ours. She'd been carefully instructed that the sooner in the mare's season she came, the better the chances that the mare would quicken.

  But the prearranged date had come and gone without a word.

  I'd had the staff call. I'd emailed. And then I'd written it off.

  I was inclined to ignore the matter entirely. Just to teach the lady a lesson in manners. Leave the horse unbred.

  But I couldn't.

  Jackson had personally tasked me with this client.

  Dammit.

  "Personally, I'd say she was worth the wait."

  I glanced at McDermott sardonically.

  "The mare or the woman?"

  He chuckled.

  "Both!"

  I smiled at his joke and patted Black Jack's flank.

  "Cool him down and clean him off. It's time for him to meet his first girlfriend."

  "What about you?"

  He gestured to my riding clothes. I'd been out for hours, sweating in the Texas sun. I looked down at myself.

  I pulled out a handkerchief and wiped my face.