Leather and Lust

by McKenna Chase

  LEATHER AND LUST

  by

  McKenna Chase

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.

  Leather and Lust

  COPYRIGHT 2011 by McKenna Chase

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission of the author except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.

  Contact Information: mckennachase@comcast.net

  Praise for author McKenna Chase:

  “Someone hand me a fan! McKenna Chase writes red-hot stories of steamy romance and even steamier sex! Caribbean Wild is HOT!!”

  ~Award-winning author, Jana Mercy

  “Her Big Bad Wolf brings a new twist to a classic fairy tale. It has all the charm of the childhood story with a wickedly sexy turn. McKenna Chase & Jana Mercy do a fantastic job in this quirky, sinful, erotic read. I enjoyed it immensely and would recommend it to anyone who is looking for a humorous adult take on the Big Bad Wolf.”

  ~Pamela Denise, Romance Junkies

  Her Big Bad Wolf - “This is not your Mom’s fairy tale. The authors have taken a girl’s fairy tale and made it a woman’s hot dream. I found the story enchanting and consumed the story in one sitting. This is definitely one hot story that sizzles and has earned itself a place on my favorite’s bookshelf.”

  ~Delane, Coffee Time Romance

  Sweet Pleasure – Erotic Contemporary Romance – Rating: 4 Cups

  Sweet Pleasure lives up to its title. It is one hot romance that is full of spiciness, sassiness, and a passion that you can practically feel oozing off the pages. Ms. Chase really knows how to reel the reader in and keep them interested. The way Kristin goes after Jake full throttle intensifies the heat between the two main characters. What a red-hot read this is!

  Caution: You may want to sit by the fan or air conditioner when reading this tale, as you will experience hot flashes, sweaty palms, and intense passion.

  Danielle - reviewer for Coffee Time Romance & More

  CHAPTER ONE

  Her heart not really in it, Jillian Summers thumbed through the collection of vacation brochures her travel agent had sent her in the mail that past week. Exotic beaches, a train ride to Paris on the Eurostar, a singles cruise along the Mexican Riviera. The choices were endless, yet not one of them stirred her interest the way they should have.

  “You’ve kept us in suspense long enough,” her best friend Lauren said as she downed her second glass of Reisling.

  “Where are we going to be spending our vacation this year?”

  “I know one thing,” the third in their trio, Alexis, announced. “I’m sure as hell not doing Africa again.”

  “I loved Africa,” Lauren countered with a pretty pout.

  Of course, she would. Every single piece of clothing she owned was animal print. And she was a magnet for all things wild – men especially.

  “I thought you liked Africa,” Jillian said.

  “I liked being with my friends. And having a sex god for a tour guide hadn’t hurt,” Alexis replied with a naughty grin. “But you both know I’m not a wild animal kind of girl. Having lions creep around my tent while I’m sleeping is not exactly my idea of a relaxing getaway.”

  Jillian nodded in agreement. As beautiful as Africa was, one visit there was more than enough for her. So where were they going to go that summer? She shuffled through the brochures and then tossed them onto the coffee table with a frustrated sigh.

  “I know it’s my turn to choose a place, but I can’t. I’ve gone through these brochures about a million times and nothing jumps out at me. Nothing excites me.”

  “Are you still referring to our list of vacation options or your very non-existent sex life?” Lauren asked with a challenging lift of a neatly plucked brow.

  Just like Lauren to tell it how it was.

  And it definitely was, Jillian thought with a frown. Her sex life had been perfectly normal, at least in her mind, until that fateful afternoon nearly six months before when she’d caught her boyfriend of almost two years fucking his company’s new receptionist in the break room.

  Jillian reached for her glass of wine. “What does the lack of sex in my life have to do with my planning our vacation?”

  “Face it, Jillian,” Alexis said. “Six months is a long time to go without. Your sexual well has gone dry. And once that happens it’s hard to get passionate about anything. Our vacation included.”

  “She’s right,” Lauren agreed with an emphatic nod. “How are you supposed to get excited over exotic, sexually stimulating places when there is no stimulation in your life?” She reached for a handful of brochures, sifting through them. “What you need to do is pick a place, and there’s plenty here to choose from, and make it your goal to go there, hook up with a hot guy, and have wild, crazy sex until you can’t walk straight.”

  Alexis agreed with an exuberant nod. “Lauren’s right. You need to start living on the wild side again.”

  Jillian grabbed for the open bottle of wine and refilled her glass – to the top. She loved her friends dearly, but hated like hell when they made her reevaluate her sexual hang-ups. Why couldn’t she be more like them and sleep around at leisure? But no, she had to be more a commitment kind of girl. A huge flaw in her otherwise perfect life.

  Maybe her friends were right. She needed to loosen up, live more freely, taste the forbidden pleasures her friends were always raving about.

  “Alright, I’ll do it,” Jillian announced, raising her wine glass up into the air. “Here’s to a vacation filled with hot, steamy sex!”

  Glasses clinked around the coffee table as her friends joined in the toast.

  Alexis dropped back against the sofa, wine sloshing over the rim of her glass. “So where are we going?” she asked as her tongue flicked out to catch the tiny pink droplets running down onto her hand.

  “If I’m going to start living on the wild side,” Jillian said, feeling good about what she was about to do, “I’m going to go all the way.” She gathered up every single travel brochure and then stood, holding them up in front of her like a fanned out deck of cards.

  “What are you doing?” Lauren asked.

  “Letting fate decide where I’ll be having my sexual re-awakening this summer. The brochure that lands nearest to me is where we’ll be going this year.” That said, she threw them up into the air above her. Travel pamphlets fluttered to the floor and onto the furniture around them. A few caught on the ceiling fan only to be launched into the air again before finally landing.

  Three pairs of eyes shifted to the floor by Jillian’s feet where the closest brochure lay less than an inch from her newly painted pink toenails.

  “No,” Lauren gasped.

  “Shit,” Alexis said with a groan. “I demand a re-do.”

  “Sorry girls,” Jillian said with a smile. “It is what it is. Fate’s sending us to a dude ranch.”

  * * *

  Jillian squirmed, trying to get free of the satin sheet that had tangled itself about her legs while she slept. Despite the cool air sweeping across her bare limbs from the air conditioner seated in her bedroom window, she was hot. But her dreams were even hotter.

  The man she’d seduced and had been seduced by in them remained faceless as pieces of her nighttime fantasy flitted through her sleep-dazed mind. And while she’d never seen his face, she’d felt his heated touch. Thorough. Consuming. Her body ached with need. Real need.

  Rolling onto her side, she squeezed her legs together, trying to
ignore the dull ache pulsing between her thighs. The sexual hunger from her dreams had followed her into her wakefulness.

  Unable to ignore the silent pleading of her body for release, she rolled back onto her back and brought her hands up to cup her bare breasts. Her fingers caressed and plucked at her taut nipples. But it wasn’t enough.

  Wetting her fingertips with her mouth, she closed her eyes and returned them to the tightened buds at the tip of her breasts, imagining her fantasy lover’s mouth drawing on them instead.

  Moisture seeped into her panties, making her squirm with an even stronger, more restless need for what she’d denied herself for too long.

  Her hands eased down her flattened stomach to the waistband of her cotton boyshorts, shoving them down her legs. Then parting her thighs, she dipped a forefinger between the desire-dampened folds of her pussy.

  A soft moan slid from her lips as she pleasured herself in long, slow strokes, her hips lifting with every torturous caress. She’d never been so horny, so ready to come by her own hand. But tonight was different. Tonight she was preparing to become the sexual huntress.

  Dude ranch or not, when she arrived in Wyoming the next afternoon she was going to find herself a man, just like the man in her dreams, who could give her the pleasure she ached for...deserved.

  Knees drawn up, she stroked faster, her heels digging into the bed sheet beneath her. She needed a man. Needed to be fucked by more than her own finger. Hard.

  With one final thrust of her finger, she cried out, every inch of her quaking and shuddering as the self-induced orgasm moved through her.

  Pulse still racing, she sank like a rag doll into the mattress. She looked like the wanton of her dreams, legs still parted, thighs still trembling. Despite the intensity of her orgasm, her body still ached for more. Ached to have a man’s cock, long and hard, driving into her again. Tomorrow couldn’t come too soon.

  After shimmying her panties back up into place, she turned toward the window and lay staring at the slivers of moonlight coming in through the partially open blinds.

  She needed something she had sworn never to want again after her last relationship – a man’s touch. Only this time around she knew better than to let her heart get in the way. All she wanted was physically satisfying, completely emotionless sex. Nothing more.

  * * *

  Jillian pushed open the driver’s side door of her rental car with a frustrated groan and stepped out onto the edge of the road where she had pulled over when it had started sputtering.

  The only thing that kept her from giving the ‘hunk of junk’ she’d rented at the airport a good swift kick in the door panel was the pair of open-toe designer heels she’d chosen to wear for her trip that morning. Her favorites.

  Turning away, she leaned back against the car with a groan. Breaking down meant time wasted. Time she needed to find the perfect man. On this trip that meant a cowboy. One who could pull her out of the sexual lull she’d fallen into.

  She glanced down at the cell phone clutched in her hand, wishing she could call her friends and take her frustration out on them. This was all their fault. If they hadn’t of backed out of the trip at the last minute, telling her she needed to do this on her own, she wouldn’t be standing there all alone in the middle of ‘cow country’ with no cell phone service, no idea of where she was, and no hope for sexual release anytime soon.

  And she needed release. Needed to feel the heat of desire sweeping through her again. Needed hot, mindless sex - no strings attached.

  Seeing as how her vacation was starting off, she wondered if she should have cancelled her reservation right along with her friends. But she hadn’t. How could she after her friends dared her to experience a wild fling with a cowboy. Dared her to prove she still had it in her. That sexual self-confidence she’d had before her last relationship.

  But it wasn’t just their dare that brought her to Wyoming. It went deeper than that. She needed to know for herself that she still had it in her. The ability to flirt, to seduce, to drive a man crazy with hunger for her with just a few whispered words.

  Her friends were right. A cowboy was the perfect choice for her sexual quest. A man totally opposite her ex and the suit and tie businessmen she had always been attracted to. She just had to get to that dude ranch to find one.

  Flipping open her cell phone, she glanced down, hoping there might be some sort of signal now that she was out of the car, but not a single lit bar greeted her. So much for contacting the nearest service station.

  “Piece of shit,” she muttered, snapping the phone shut. She tossed it into her purse through the open window and then circled the car. The engine hissed as smoke or steam continued to spiral out from under its hood.

  Jillian’s gaze shifted from one end of the long empty road to the other. Then to the land vast expanse of undeveloped land around her. Land lined by mountains and endless sky. It was unbelievably breathtaking.

  And hot.

  Evidence of that gathered between her breasts. And it was only going to get hotter as the afternoon wore on. So here she was, stuck out in the middle of nowhere with no phone service, no water, no sunscreen.

  Jillian undid her jacket and worked the top several buttons of her blouse open, letting what little breeze there was sweep across her heated flesh.

  Well, she couldn’t just stand around hoping that someone might happen by. Reaching in through the open window, she released the hood and then stepped around to the front of the rental to raise it. A whoosh of hot steam sent her stumbling backwards. Her heel caught on the edge of the road, snapped and sent her skidding onto her backside across the grass.

  “Shit.” So much for her designer shoes.

  * * *

  Jackson Burke’s eyes widened at the sight before him. There had been plenty of times he’d had to stop his truck to allow a stray cow to mosey across the road, or to avoid hitting a deer that had just darted out of the woods, but never in his thirty-two years had the drive back to his secluded ranch been hindered by a woman.

  And not just any woman. One in some frilly pink outfit that reminded him of freshly spun cotton candy at the county fair. There was no missing the shapely figure hidden beneath the citified clothing. The woman definitely had curves in all the right places.

  His gaze shifted to the swell of her breasts, clearly displayed between the open front of her blouse and his mouth went dry.

  And those legs...

  He gave a low, lust-induced whistle as his gaze moved further down to those long, shapely legs. The kind he wouldn’t mind having wrapped around his waist, heating him up on a cold winter’s night.

  He blinked hard. Once. Twice. But the vision in pink was still there. He dragged both hands down his face with a groan. Those couple of drinks he’d had on his flight back from Denver that evening must have been stronger than he thought. Surely he was seeing things.

  Suddenly, the figment of his imagination started toward him, waving her arms. Regaining his senses, Jackson threw the truck into park and jumped out.

  “Ma’am? Are you all right?”

  “I’m fine,” she replied with more than a hint of sarcasm in her tone.

  She had that right. In fact, she was more than fine. With those big, green eyes, full, pouty lips, and long, wavy auburn hair she was a real beauty.

  His cock stirred.

  The woman shifted in her stance, revealing even more of the rounded flesh.

  His cock thickened beneath the fly of his dress pants. Fortunately for him, his suit jacket covered the telltale bulge beneath. He forced his gaze further downward, away from the temptation those barely covered breasts offered only to discover her skirt had a long, jagged tear up one side, allowing him more than a plentiful glimpse of a shapely thigh.

  He swallowed hard as lust raced through his veins like a late summer wildfire.

  She started towards him. Her uneven gait was like a splash of cold water on his face.