Hoss: A Rough Romance

by Delta James

  He turned his back and went to rejoin Yancy in the back office. Remi grabbed the keys and one of the cell phones and quietly slipped out of the house. They’d passed the store on the way in; she knew it shouldn’t take her but a few minutes and she’d be able to feed them properly. Starting up the car, she sped down the driveway and drove into town.

  She located not only the big box grocery store, but a smaller organic store that carried only locally sourced produce and meats. Remi felt like she’d died and gone to heaven. This was the kind of place she loved to discover. Between shopping and talking to the store’s very knowledgeable owner, she didn’t realize time had gotten away from her.

  She was just putting the last of the groceries into the car, when she felt something small and cylindrical pressing against her side. Remi placed the keys in her pocket and surreptitiously turned on the record feature of the cell phone she had borrowed from the safe house.

  “Chef Caulder, it is imperative that I speak with you.”

  She recognized the voice of Vera, one of the show’s producers. Remi turned and looked down and recognized that the hard object being pressed in her side was a small caliber handgun.

  “I’m going to need you to come with me. Some things have happened and you’re going to have to help me,” she said, her eyes darting around furtively.

  “I thought someone had to have put the fix in on the show, and was pretty damn sure it wasn’t Chef Ettinger. Someone had to have vouched that the company could pony up the money for the prize. You were working for Spencer, weren’t you?”

  “With him. Donny and I have been a team for years. I told him we should have killed you and framed poor Becca. He thought you provided the better motive. Then when that poor dupe Julian started to figure it out... well, he had to go too.”

  “That’s how they knew where to put the other two notes. And you would have known about the duct tape from the pre-interviews. But why?”

  “I don’t have all day to chitchat.”

  “I get that but a helicopter with a hit squad?” asked Remi.

  Vera giggled. “I thought that was a bit over the top, but Donny wanted you out of the way.”

  “Wouldn’t that have raised more questions than answers?”

  “Donny thought it would look like the mafia was behind it, or given Bishop’s past, that somebody was trying to even the score with him. It was really rather clever, don’t you think? You need to come with me,” she said, brandishing the weapon.

  “No, I don’t think so,” she said as she watched Hoss creep quietly up behind Vera.

  Remi held up her hand. If at all possible, she wanted Vera to lay out their whole plan and admit her culpability.

  “What do you mean no? I have a gun.”

  “You do, but if you’re going to kill me, I’m not going to make it easier for you. But why do any of it? How did you get Chef Ettinger to go along?”

  “That pompous windbag?” Vera barked. “He didn’t care. As long as he didn’t have to worry about money, he never questioned Donny. He’ll be in for a surprise when he finds out his company is worthless. As for why? The money, of course. Ettinger decided he wanted to do this show. He didn’t know there wasn’t any money for the prize. Donny and I are both sick of living in someone else’s shadow—doing all the dirty work while they get all the credit and the money. If Julian had been going to win, like we planned, he’d agreed to wait for the grand prize. Donny and I planned to go someplace they could never find us, and if they did, where they couldn’t make us come back. But then you started winning and we got concerned, so we came up with a new plan.”

  “Create enough problems that the show shut down before the finale had a chance to play out. Where will you go?”

  “Donny had me buy tickets for Rio de Janeiro,” Vera said with a sigh.

  “But Brazil has an extradition treaty with the United States. Not the best place to escape to. Besides which, Donny has a single, one-way ticket to the UAE... a country that does not have an extradition treaty. Looks like Donny intended to leave you twisting in the wind as well. A good man I know recently told me that being left hanging like that was not a good feeling.”

  Remi almost felt sorry for her as Hoss reached over the small woman’s shoulder and plucked the gun from her hand. Vera whirled around and began to pummel Hoss with her fists. Remi idly wondered if he even felt it. She reached into her canvas grocery bag and pulled out the acid green with leopard spots duct tape.

  “Let me help you with her, sweetheart,” Remi said as she grasped first one of Vera’s wrists and then the other and bound the two together.

  She was just about to ask someone to call 9-1-1 when she heard the wail of sirens. Two state patrol cars pulled up and Detective Adam Mitchell stepped out.

  “Hey, Adam. I have your perp here for you,” she said brightly, trying to ignore Hoss’ glowering visage.

  “I can see that,” he said, taking Vera by the arm. “Ms. Rasmussen, you are under arrest for murder, intimidation of a witness, fraud, and a whole lot of other things the boys in accounting are coming up with. Both Ettinger and Spencer are looking to make deals. We’re not offering anybody anything until we know who did what.”

  “Hoss has her gun and I have her confession here on this cell phone.”

  Adam handed Vera off to the state police and collected the gun from Hoss. As he got the phone from Remi, he said, “You’re walking on eggshells. I’d tell you the kind of trouble you could get in with the law for this stunt, but I’m pretty sure the big guy will make sure it doesn’t happen again.”

  He grinned as he turned back to Hoss, who returned the smile.

  “Let’s just say that duct tape may come in handy tonight,” he said, taking a vise-like grip of Remi’s upper arm. “Thanks, Adam.”

  He led Remi around to the passenger side of the car and helped her in. They rode home in silence. Once they had returned, Murphy and Yancy unloaded the car and took the groceries into the little stone cottage.

  “You know, technically, I caught one of the bad guys and helped Adam close the case. Some would think me a hero,” she said lightheartedly.

  “And some would say you disobeyed me and put yourself in danger. Guess which assessment of the situation wins?” Hoss growled.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Without another word, Hoss tossed her over his shoulder as if she were nothing and carried her into the house, up the stairs, and into their room before setting her down and stripping her nude. He pulled off his sweater and sat down on the edge of the bed, pulling her over his hard, muscular thigh. He raised his hand and brought it crashing down on her naked globes.

  “Shit, Morgan, that hurts. The welts you gave me still haven’t healed,” she yelped.

  “Not my problem. You want to avoid getting spanked on top of a previous punishment, I suggest you behave yourself until they’ve healed up.”

  He brought his hand down again and again. His hand met the fullest part of her ass, the same area he had just recently striped with his belt, at least a dozen times. No one would ever convince her that Hoss wasn’t in complete control and was inflicting the precise level of pain he intended.

  Remi yowled and squirmed on his lap trying desperately to get away, but knowing it was futile. Hoss was far too strong, angry, and determined for her struggles to prove successful. The pain seemed to register as his hand connected and then radiated outward so that it included not only the actual targeted spot, but her entire bottom. Remi was quite certain that Hoss knew exactly what he was doing.

  Hoss seemed intent on thrashing her behind and teaching her the consequences of disobedience and what he considered to be foolish behavior. That she had expected; she had even expected the tickle that always started in her clit and then spread outward so that her nipples beaded and her pussy pulsed and started to drip, readying itself for the hard rutting he would give her afterward.

  Remi could feel the effect her punishment was having on him. She could feel his hard cock tr
apped underneath her. It throbbed in rampant arousal and need. Hoss was intent on subjugating her will to his. She would submit or be reprimanded in the same way that many women, and she supposed some men, had before her. He’d told her flat out she would obey or else. Remi had not counted on the ‘or else’ being inflicted even when nothing had happened, and she had helped solve Becca’s murder.

  “I’ll bet Adam wouldn’t want you to spank me,” she cried.

  “You’d be wrong. Every man in my unit who is in a committed relationship is the dominant member of that relationship and ours won’t be any different. Jesus, Remi, what were you thinking? You could have been hurt or killed.”

  “By Vera?”

  “Who knows. We’re pretty sure Spencer killed Becca, but there are a lot of theories being tossed around about who killed Burns, but at least they’ve reclassified it as a homicide. You’re going to mind me. Do you hear me?”

  “Yes,” she seethed through clenched teeth.

  The word came out as more of a plea than an answer. Yes, she heard him, but oh God, she wanted him, and she wanted him now. Remi wanted him to stop spanking her and mount her, driving into her over and over and wringing one orgasm after another out of her. She spread her legs in obvious invitation. Hoss took her up on her offer, but not in the way she intended.

  Not only did he continue to swat her, he splayed his hand out so that his fingers began slipping between her legs, landing stinging blows on her pussy as well. He would have as little doubt about the state of her arousal as she had about his. His cock pulsed in perfect harmony with her pussy. Each time she cried out as his fingers engaged her lower lips and her clit.

  As her resolve crumbled, Remi began to sob and promise to behave if only he’d stop spanking and assuage the terrible fire he had ignited. The wildfire he had let loose in her raged throughout her body and threatened to engulf them both. The combination of pleasure and pain was intoxicating, and she was quickly becoming drunk on it.

  “Had enough?” he growled.

  “Yes,” she sobbed.

  “Don’t do it again,” he said, punctuating each word with a hard swat.

  Hoss fisted her hair at the nape of her neck and drew her off his lap, only to shove her face down onto the end of the bed. She heard each button as he unfastened his jeans. Before she could process that he had stopped spanking her, she felt his cock nudging the opening of her core. With a heavy groan, he surged forward, driving his cock to the deepest part of her.

  He tangled her hair through his fingers, tilting her head back and gripping her hip with the other to hold her in place. Remi squealed as the pleasure overtook her and his cock began to ravage her cunt, scraping her inner walls and riding her hard. With each stroke his still jean-clad hips connected with her well-spanked bottom, increasing the level of pain and desire. She buried her face in the mattress and then grabbed a pillow so that she could use it to try to stifle her screams of rapture.

  Remi lifted her hips off the mattress and spread her legs to give him easier access. The tempo and power of his thrusting increased. He was hammering her pussy as she climaxed repeatedly. The orgasms came in waves, one crashing behind the other; she was reduced to nothing but feeling as Hoss claimed his prize and established his dominance and possession. She felt his rod swelling as it pistoned in and out of her.

  He gave a last furious thrust as her toes curled and every muscle in her body contracted and every neuron fired as she came hard for him, his cum bathing the walls of her wrecked and aching pussy. He drove deep ensuring that every drop of his seed was deposited. Her sheath seemed to have locked onto him and was as reluctant to release him as he was to withdraw. He rested on her body, breathing heavily into her ear.

  “You’re my woman. You got that?”

  Remi knew she should be furious; knew she should retaliate or at least launch recriminations at him. Instead she merely nodded. He pulled out of her drenched and well-used cunt. His cock dripped with their combined essence.

  He sat down next to her. Remi remained motionless in the position he’d put her.

  “You scared the shit out of me.”

  She reached for his hand. “I didn’t mean to worry you.”

  “You thought I’d be okay with you confronting a killer?”

  She giggled, knowing how inappropriate it was. She reached for his hand and was relieved when he took it, rubbing the back with his thumb.

  “I only meant to go to the store and get what we needed.”

  He looked down at her and grinned. “You only meant to show us you would do what you wanted. For what it’s worth, Murph said you asked him to go with you.” He leaned down and nipped her shoulder. “I ought to take my belt to your backside and give you another hard rutting.”

  “Please, Morgan, please be done. I need you not to be angry.”

  “What do you need, Remi? Tell me.”

  “You. Just you. Always you.”

  Epilogue

  Six months later

  Remi and Morgan, for no one called him Hoss anymore, rode to the top of the hill and turned to watch as the sun crawled over the far horizon. Outside of when she was writhing beneath him as his cock stroked her pussy or her bottom hole, this had become his favorite time of each day.

  Every morning they woke before dawn. Morgan would pull her to him to avail himself of her body and ride her to the heights of passion, fucking her before they left their bed. Remi was thriving under his care and concern. Once they were up, they would shower and dress before saddling their horses and riding to this spot to watch the sunrise. Morgan would lean over to kiss her and tell her he loved her, just as he’d promised to do the first time they’d declared their feelings for each other.

  “Me too,” she said just as she had responded that very first time.

  Each night right before they went to sleep, Remi would kiss him with all the love she had and tell him she loved him.

  “Me too,” he would whisper, before spooning against her, nuzzling her neck and closing his eyes.

  She took jobs now as an executive or celebrity chef if and when it pleased her to do so. Her passion had become the foundation they had established that brought veterans to their ranch in Texas to receive training either in ranch and livestock management or culinary arts.

  Morgan reflected on all that they had been through to get to this moment. At first Morgan had wanted to brood about the time they had lost, but Remi had urged him to focus instead on the fact that they had found their way back to each other and that a future of limitless possibilities stretched out before them. Each day when he woke to find her sleeping beside him and he reached for her, she responded to him with a hedonistic abandonment and revelry that rivaled his own.

  As he watched the woman who would soon be his wife, he knew she was right. Everything that had happened, to both of them, had led to this... a lifetime of love, of promises kept and new adventures to be explored and shared.

  The End

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