My lips part, allowing him deeper. I want to taste him. I want to know how he does everything. A moan escapes me, and I feel him plundering my mouth like he wants to learn my every secret. Then his lips leave mine and I whimper, a sad, pathetic sound.
“I’m going to have you,” he growls, the promise sweet to my ears.
“Are you?” I ask, unable to help myself. The need to push him, to question him drives me even now.
His teeth find a soft spot on my neck and sting as they scrape. The promise of sex and danger are almost too much for me. “Yes,” He says, breathing on the spot. The cool air eases the sting and makes my knees tremble.
“I have to go,” I tell him, and he releases me. I step away, but he grabs me and pushes my front to the side of the house and pins me there.
“I don’t take orders from you,” he says, his body leaning into to mine. His hips, pressed to mine, leave me speechless as I realize the hardness I feel in the cleft of my ass is exactly what I think it is. Pressed helplessly against my house and more aroused than I’ve ever been in my life, I can only moan in response.
How does he have such an effect on me? It doesn’t seem possible. No guy has ever done this to me.
“And I don’t take orders from you,” I say, my heart dancing. Sure, I want him. I want this. But I don’t want him to think I’ll just bow before him whenever he’d like me too.
Suddenly, he releases me and I turn to face him. But he walks away, as if nothing happened. There’s a set to his shoulders that’s tension and doom, and I’m lost in excitement.
* * *
When I finally find myself back in the barn, more composed and in control, I find Olivia working on saddling up Dreamer. I watch her try to get the heavy bit of leather over the horse’s back a few times, then step in to offer her advice. I’m not going to do it for her, but I’ll show he ran easier way. Being small and a girl on the farm taught me that where the men use brute strength, we have to use our brains and leverage.
And I can tell it means the world to her that I’m showing her rather than doing it for her. Knight is wrong. He shouldn’t be going easy on her. He should be giving her the tools to take on the world right now. She needs it. She needs to build confidence in herself. In her ability to do things on her own. She needs some control.
But it’s not my place to tell him that.
So I begin to puzzle over it in the back of my mind. I’ll figure out a way to get him to do what I want. Somehow, someway.
“Mind if I ride with you today?” I ask her. Her face lights up and I begin to saddle up the mare I take out while Jenny is unable to be ridden.
“Who’s this?” Olivia asks, and I become aware of Kieran entering the barn. Or, my body becomes aware of him. It’s the same sensation I feel before a lightning storm. That crackling of the very air as everything charges up.
“Quicksilver,” I tell her, glancing over my shoulder at him. He’s watching me closely as I put the bridle on the mare. Once she’s ready to go, we both walk our mares out of the barn. Once we’re clear of the main door, I mount up.
Olivia seems surprised, but quickly follows suit. We ride toward a pasture that’s open gate and empty. It’s a much larger space than Olivia has ridden in before, and I’m curious to see how she handles the extra legroom.
Once inside, I nudge Quicksilver into a trot. Easily rising, I notice Olivia keeping pace beside me. Her form is flawless, and I give it a moment before pushing up another notch. Quicksilver has a beautiful, even, canter, but she looks graceless and flawed beside Dreamer, who’s got the long stride of a racehorse.
And Olivia, along for the ride, is thrilled. Her face is bright and happy, and there’s a new sense of joy and freedom in her.
As I catch sight of Kieran on the fence, watching us, I smile.
This feels right.
This feels like home.
Like family.
And it’s a startling realization. One I don’t want to think about. One I can’t face. Not right now while Olivia’s so obviously in a bad place and Kieran is watching me like he can’t wait to devour me.
Chapter 19
Kieran
Damn if Emma doesn’t look amazing when her body is moving with the horse. The way she lifts her weight looks like she should be straddling my hips, not the horse’s midsection. Past her, I catch sight of Olivia, and instantly the excitement dies. Olivia, a huge grin on her face, is obviously enjoying the freedom of this new riding space.
While the extra land makes me nervous, I see what Emma is doing. She’s showing Olivia she trusts her. That she’s got this. That all her lessons and hard work has paid off.
It’s a shame when the time draws to a close and the woman and girl ride toward the gate side by side. I follow, feeling like a third wheel as they talk barn speak about the horses. But something about it, perhaps Emma’s easy treatment of Olivia, maybe the way Olivia is looking up at Emma like she worships her, something feels so very normal.
But it’s not, I remind myself. I’m here to get Emma’s ranch. I’m here to figure out a way to get her to sell. And I’ve been failing spectacularly. So I’m going to break out the big guns. If I get Emma to fall for me, I could marry her.
If I marry her, I could take control of her ranch.
If I have control, I could move her out and away. I could destroy the old house. I could segment everything into parcels. I could build my subdivision of condos. And Emma could live a lavish life. It’s not a bad thing. Hell, I could enjoy being tied to her, even. And if we wind up unhappy, well, divorce isn’t unheard of.
The only thing stopping me from moving forward is fear.
Fear of hurting Olivia.
If she gets attached, then everything ends in divorce, I’m not the one who’d be hurt. Hell, Even if it hurt Emma, she’s a big girl. She’d move on. But Olivia is my daughter. I need to find a way to handle things delicately. I need to find a way to protect her.
The drive home is silent yet again, despite my attempts to engage.
“You did great today,” I tell her, needing her to know I noticed her progress.
She says nothing, then surprises me. “Do you love Emma?”
Startled, I glance at her. “No, honey.” Her face falls, and I wonder what I’ve missed. “I mean, I like her. She’s nice, but love is…” I struggle to explain. How do I tell her I’ve never loved anyone? Not even her mother. Sure, I love her. I love my brothers. I love my mother, but that kind of love, the kind I feel for my family - my blood - that’s not the same thing she’s asking about. She’s asking about the kind of love between couples.
I’ve never had that. I’ve tolerated women. I’ve put up with their annoying habits. I’ve dealt with the bad to enjoy the tiny bit of good. I’ve lived through head games and mental torture. But love? Hell no. Not ever.
“Love is different,” I finish lamely, feeling like an idiot.
But Olivia seems to understand. “She’s not like mom,” she says softly, her face lit by the dying rays of the sun. I watch her a second as I drive the open, empty highway. She’s growing up. She’s too old for her nine year old self.
“I know,” I say, needing to acknowledge her.
“You can love her,” she says, as if her permission is the only thing stopping those feelings. And suddenly, I realize she is just my daughter. A child. A little girl who doesn’t understand love any more than I do.
I don’t know how to respond, so I don’t. I reach out and touch her knee, feeling an ache in my chest where my heart should be.
* * *
When we get home, Olivia disappears into her room and I take out my phone. “We need to meet up,” I say.
“Fine. When?” She sounds amused.
“Tonight. Let’s talk business.” We won’t be talking business.
Her tone doesn’t change, but I sense a shift in attitude. “Where?”
“Your place?” I ask. She’ll feel safer at home, I’m sure.
“I’ll be here.” She hangs up wi
thout saying goodbye, and I stare at the blinking call ended on the screen a moment before hurrying to find Sandy.
“I have to go. Meeting,” I say. She looks at me, unsurprised. It’s not the first time, nor the last, that I’ve had meetings outside normal business hours.
“Drive safe,” she says, and I nod. When I’m in the truck, I back out. Up in her room, Olivia looks down at me and I smile and wave. But she turns away, her expression unreadable. With a pang of guilt, I back out of the drive and head off into the impending darkness.
She’ll be safe. She’s got Sandy and Beau.
* * *
At the ranch, Emma opens the door as I pull up and park. My heart is pounding curiously as I walk up the porch, taking in Emma’s stunning beauty. Her golden red-brown hair is free, flowing down to kiss the small of her back. It’s got a bit of natural wave to it, and I want to feel it around my fingers more than anything.
Pushing the odd thought aside, I step before her, noting how her cat-like eyes are on my face. She’s serious. Her face is fresh-scrubbed, free of make-up, and yet somehow still breathtaking. Perhaps this nude look is more intimate than anything else. How many women have I seen totally scrubbed before I’ve taken them to bed?
None.
One.
Her.
“Kieran?” she asks softly and I realize I’m still standing here, staring at her.
But something in me takes over. Something primitive and hungry.
I step in and grab a handful of her hair. Winding it around my fist, I pull her close with my free hand. As my hand pulls on her hair, her head tilts back, her wide eyes meeting mine with a look that’s both sweet and scared.
Good.
She should be scared.
Her lips part and I kiss her. The little moan that escapes her fills my mouth and I trace her lower lip with my tongue. She’s sweet, ripe, like summer peaches and sunshine. My cock pulses, pushing against her with a desperation that’s new. I’m never desperate for a woman.
Then, her tongue meets mine, reserved, frightened, perhaps. But she’s meeting me halfway. Our tongues dance and I feel her body sag a bit as her silken hair tightens around my knuckles.
“Kieran,” she murmurs into my mouth on a sigh. My cock pulses again, painfully this time, and it’s all I can do not to push her down and fuck her right here on her porch. Our lips apart, slowly, clinging together as if held by desperation and need.
Her eyes are closed, her throat long as she gives a swallow and it shifts. She’s vulnerable, perfect, pale, a vision of sexy perfection as she stands here, barely on her feet in my arms.
My lips taste the skin of her neck. She’s still so sweet, like earlier when I’d pinned her to the wall of her house. Trapped between my head knowing I’m playing a stupid game and my cock, which needed to feel her warm, wet depths and the release of it.
Her eyes open slowly, as if she’s stunned. Those green eyes are clouded with lust that sends my heart into overdrive. I have to have her. Fuck control. I need her. I need this. Consequences be damned, I’m going to have her.
Chapter 20
Emma
There’s a desperation in his lips. A demand. A promise that he’s going to brand me, make me his, even if it’s only for a little while. But there’s something else, too, something that I’m not sure he knows is coming across. A vulnerability. Like he’s scared I’m going to push in away, or that someone will get hurt.
But as I open my eyes and look up at him, wondering why he’s stopped kissing me and is just holding me captive and watching me, I see control hanging by a thread in his eyes.
Then, that thin line snaps.
His lips meet mine again, this time they’re rough, demanding in a way that leaves me certain I’ll be sporting bruises tomorrow. I whimper, submitting to the excitement pounding in my blood. This is what I expected. Unbridled lust. Wild passion. A disregard for space or time.
Kieran Knight is savage.
And I decide that this is going to happen, but on a few terms of my own.
Pulling back, I see the shock in his eyes that I dared pull away. But I touch a finger to his lips like I’m shushing any argument he might have. His lips press against my finger in a kiss that tingles from the point of contact, up my arm, down my body right to my core and a smile lights my lips.
“One second,” I whisper, knowing what I’m going to do next. With lightning fast steps, I get inside and grab a blanket and hurry back out to him. Taking his hand, I lead him to my favorite spot. Near enough to the creek that we can hear the water, far enough away that the chill of it isn’t able to sink into our bones.
The summer warmth is still clinging to the air, but it’s cooling quickly, and I know that we’re racing Mother Nature in a way that we’ll surely fail.
But it’s perfect.
I spread the blanket on the soft grasses that I’ve not been mowing because I simply can’t keep up with the chores. It’s not like mowing the lawn is high on my list of priorities, and now I’m glad it’s not.
I turn to Kieran and see he’s watching me, his lips curved in a sinister smile that’s almost unnerving.
“What?” I ask.
“You planned this,” he says, nodding toward the blanket.
“So?” I ask, not caring that he has the wrong impression. It’s not like planning for sexual encounters is something I’ve done often. Not that he knows that.
Taking off my shoes, I step on the blanket and turn to face him again. His lips meet mine and I find myself helplessly bound by his arms. They lock around me like steel and my heart cries out. This sensation, being held so close, so tight, aches to my very bones and I realize I’ve needed this. Craved it.
“I need to see you,” he growls, and my heart thumps so heard I feel faint.
Still locked in his embrace, I work off my shirt, then my sports bra. The warm air caresses my skin and I feel free. We’re out here, under the trees, near the river I played in as a child. Out in the open, yet so secluded and private. It’s like the world is huge, yet our little spot in it is tiny, intimate somehow.
Past him, a billion stars twinkle and shine like they’re telling secrets about us.
Then his lips are on my chin, my throat, my chest. When he pulls my nipple into his mouth, I yelp in shock at the hot, wet, suckling sensation. His tongue teases the tip and the gentle pressure of this teeth is exhilarating and somewhat scary at the same time.
Then I realize, he’s not going to hurt me.
At least, not in a way I won’t like.
My knees tremble and threaten to dump me at his feet. As if he can feel it, he eases onto his knees and pulls me onto his lap. I feel his hardness pulsing under my ass and spread my legs to straddle him. It feels so fucking good, so sexy to press the warmth of my pussy to the hardness of his cock.
It’s breathtaking.
His hands press flat to my naked back as his lips leave my nipple. He blows on it a bit, the air chilling his saliva. I feel the skin tighten up and leave my nipple a tight bud of over-sensitive pleasure.
My fingers tangle in his short, dark hair as he takes the other into his mouth, teasing and tasting like he had the first. My hips desperate for more, begin to rock against his hardness, and I feel myself panting in pleasure and excitement at the incredible shockwave of pleasure building up low in my belly.
The world shifts as he lowers me onto my back, his lips still sending shockwave after shockwave of pleasure shooting from my nipple straight to my core.
“Kieran,” I whisper, wondering if I should tell him the truth.
“Hmm?” he responds, the humming vibration sending a bolt of pleasure through me that makes my breath leave my lungs in a whoosh. His free hand finds my pants and he works them down just a bit as his lips leave my nipple and begin to tail a line of damp, quickly cooling kisses down the line of my ribs to my belly.
I work with him, lifting my hips so he can free me of the confines of clothing. To my dismay, he leaves the lace underwea
r I’d worn in place. “You’re so beautiful,” he says softly and my heart skips a beat.
His lips find the slope of my belly between my hips, and his tongue marks the spot like an x on a treasure map. Then his lips find the delicate heart of my sex over the lacy underwear. Through the thin layer of protection, I can feel his kiss.
And I can’t help the moan of pleasure that leaves my lips.
“Kieran, please,” I beg, not sure what I’m even begging for.
“Please what?” he asks, hesitating a second before kissing me again. With the lace between us, I feel his tongue work gently down and touch the top of my clit. The material is abrasive, but his tongue is warm, soft, and so sexy I see dots of white exploding in my vision like I sometimes do when I stand up too fast.
“Please,” I repeat pathetically. I’m not sure what I’m begging for. More? Everything? Stop?
No, not stop. Definitely not stop.
His fingers hook into the top of the lace as if he’s considering peeling them away, but he simply holds there, his tongue still tickling as it slips between my folds, dragging the material with it. It’s exquisite torture, absolute perfection.
But I want more.
I want everything.
Chapter 21
Kieran
She’s delicious. Even with the bit of sexy fucking lace between us, I can taste her. And the way she’s bucking her hips into my face, begging me with pathetic little pleases, she’s going to fucking destroy me.
And something in me snaps.
I pull back and pull the lace so hard the fabric rips in my hands. There’s shock in her eyes as she looks up at me, but there’s something darker, sexier, an arousal that’s more important than I’ve ever known.
I’ve always expected woman to be turned on by me. Not because I’m stuck up, but because they all are. Either because of my money, my body, my drive, my power, something speaks to all of them.
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