The Grandmaster’s Legacy: Masters of Love and War (A Taylor Lee HOT Historical Romantic Suspense Collection) (The Grandmaster's Legacy)

by Taylor Lee

  He hesitated, then added, “I didn’t know that you encouraged Lei to marry me, Wan. I’m surprised, and I appreciate it. I’m also struck that two supposedly all powerful men are unable to make one feisty, strong-willed woman do what we tell her to.” He added with a wry grin, “So much for all that power, right, Wan?”

  Wan allowed a slight smile to cross his face and nodded.

  They both sat quietly for several moments, smoking their cigars, thinking about the far ranging implications of their actions.

  Lei came to the door, surprised to see both Wyatt and her father sitting silently, just the two of them.

  “I’m sorry. Am I interrupting you?”

  “No, honey, c’mon in. Your father and I were contemplating the ‘wages of sin.’ Past sins, that is.”

  “That sounds unpleasant.”

  “Yeah, but if you come and sit on my lap, it will get a lot more pleasant.”

  Lei smiled and walked over and put her arms around her father’s neck. She leaned down and kissed him on the cheek, then went to Wyatt and sat on his lap. He pulled her in close, smiling when he felt her quiver.

  “Actually, baby, we were talking about what is worrying us most about this campaign. How it will affect you.”

  Lei shook her head with an annoyed frown. “Someday, I hope it will be soon—both of you will come to accept that I am a grown woman, and can take care of myself.”

  Wyatt grinned and pulled her closer. He put his arm around her and slid his hand to the inside of her thigh, making her squirm and giggle.

  “Never, darlin. That’s something I will never accept. Because then I won’t be able to do what makes me the happiest, loving you and taking care of you. But, yeah, you are a nicely grown woman. All the parts of you seem to be in working order. I pity the man who thinks he can take you on and win. Nope, if anything, you can protect your father and me from all the bad guys who are after us!”

  Chief, Tom, and Alono walked in. Chief smiled at Wan. “You’re a brave man. Sitting here with those two like that. Trust me, they won’t stay like that for long.”

  Wyatt laughed and stood up. In one easy motion he reached down, picked up Lei, and tossed her over his shoulder. He said as he turned to walk out of the room, “It’s okay, we were just leaving, weren’t we, Lei? See you in the morning, all.”

  Lei blushed from her perch hanging down over his shoulder. She smiled at her father and whispered, “I love you.”

  He nodded. If anyone had chosen to look closely, they might have seen the shadow of a tear in his eye.

  ~~~

  Wyatt started to their room, then changed his mind and headed out the front door across the yard to their private retreat.

  As they were getting closer to the dojo, he groaned. “I dunno, baby. This may be a mistake. You know that guy who was there last night in the chair by the fire? Well, he’s back. He insists he wants to see you now! Seems to think you wanted him then and still might.”

  She panted and said, “God, yes! I wanted him so bad. Please tell him I want him now, right now!”

  He whispered, his voice husky, raspy. “Can you wait till we get to our room?’

  “No. Go in the dojo. No one’s there.”

  Wyatt muttered in agreement and trotted up the stairs to the dojo. It was blessedly empty. He leaned back against the wall just inside the doorway and put her down, then pulled her up close.

  Lei felt his strong hard cock pressing against her thigh. “Oh, my god, I love you, Wyatt. I love your cock. I want to taste you. Suck you. Swallow you.”

  He groaned, his face tight with desire. “Have at it, baby. I’m all yours.”

  She fell to her knees and pressed her face against his erection through his pants. Using the friction of the fabric, she rubbed up and down his staff, smiling when he moaned. She nudged his legs apart, signally him to widen his stance, wanting him closer to her mouth. She unbuttoned his pants one button at a time, kissing and nipping the skin she bared. She loved the rasp of his breath coming faster, his powerful thighs tightening. When all the buttons were undone, she reached up and pulled his pants down to his ankles. His erect cock sprang forward, reaching past his navel. They both groaned. Wyatt leaned back against the wall, his fists clenched in anticipation. His eyes were squeezed shut, his breath deep and ragged.

  Lei’s face heated with excitement. Seeing how aroused he was, she knew that for the next few minutes, he was all hers. She reached out and took his staff in her hands. Moving rhythmically up and down the length of him, she thrilled when his cock swelled, bigger and thicker. She loved his throaty moans, his gasps of pleasure.

  “Oh, my god, Wyatt, you are beautiful. Look at you. I want to take all of you in my mouth as deep as I can. But first I want to taste this.”

  She rubbed her thumb against the end of his cock, coating it with the cum that was dripping from the slit. She stuck her thumb in her mouth, noisily licking and sucking off the pearly liquid. With her free hand she rubbed the sensitive ridge on the underside of the swollen head of his cock.

  He watched her, his legs trembling then threw his head back with an agonized groan and pressed his hips forward.

  “Jesus, baby, you’re killing me.”

  “Mm hmm, this tastes so good. I want more. I want you inside my mouth, so I can taste you. I want a lot more of this.”

  “Yeah, baby, yeah, do it, do it now. Take me in now!”

  “Oh no, honey, first I want to feel these and hold them like this. I want to hear you pant even more.” She took his balls in her hands and rolled them in rhythmic circles, dragging one fingernail over the sensitive ridge between his balls. She smiled when he gasped and spread his legs wider, grunting with exertion. His legs shook as he pushed his hips forward closer to her mouth.

  Then with a groan, he grabbed her head and buried his fingers in her hair. He tipped her head back and pressed the swollen head of his cock against her lips.

  “I can’t wait much longer, honey. As good as this feels, I need you now. I gotta be in you now, baby,” he said pulling her mouth up against the end of his burgeoning cock.

  “Take me, Lei, take me in deep!”

  “Oh yes, sweetheart, deep and hard!”

  She tipped her head further back, and in maddeningly slow in and out movements, started to take him into her mouth. He groaned and gasped each time she pulled him in deeper, then released him. In and out, she sucked him. Holding him tight between her tongue and the roof of her mouth. In and out, deeper, always deeper.

  “Oh God, baby, I’m gonna come. I’m gonna fuck you hard now, honey. Fuck your mouth hard. Fill your mouth with cum. Deep down your throat!”

  She groaned and grabbed his ass cheeks. She pulled him up tight, opening her throat when he cried out. He held her head roughly in his big hands. His savage animal cries filled the room as he pumped deep hard spurts of cum into her mouth. She sucked him, rocked him back and forth, pulling him in deeper and deeper, swallowing every drop that spurted out of him. She held him for several long minutes sucking, licking, lapping up any drops she may have missed. He groaned and shook with one passionate wave after another.

  Wyatt sunk to the floor beside her breathing hard. He whispered, “Oh, god, Lei. Jesus, Lei. I love you! I love you, baby!”

  He held her head between his knees not willing to let her lips or mouth leave his still throbbing cock. They stayed like that until he lifted her up and pulled her next to his trembling body.

  “Let me suck your lips, your tongue, suck on your mouth, honey. I wanna see what I taste like. Mm hmm. God, that’s good. Holy Christ, Lei, you turn me inside out. I don’t know how you do what you do to me. Do you know that? Every time you suck me like this it amazes me. What you do. How you make me feel.”

  He felt her wriggling up between his legs, and groaned. “You wanna get some, honey? You need this big cock of mine in your pussy, now that you had me down your throat? Yeah? Greedy little minx, aren’t you, baby? First in your mouth and now in your cunt?” />
  “God, yes. I need you, Wyatt, I need you now.”

  She was shaking, excited from watching him come, tasting him, feeling his cock in her hands and her mouth.

  “Okay, honey, climb up. I don’t know if I can stand up, but I sure as hell can get this up. All I need is to smell that hot smell rolling off of you. See? Feel how hard my prick is already?”

  She groaned. Her climax streaked forward, roiling over her. She mounted him, her legs shaking, her breath coming in sharp gasps.

  “Climb up on me, Lei. Now! Ride me, baby. That’s it, Jesus. Oh, Christ, honey, forget what I said. I’m all over you, baby. Lay back.”

  He lifted her off of him and laid her on her back on the floor. He crawled up over her, his huge body dwarfing hers. Digging her fingers into his back, she pulled him down on her, sobbing with desire. So hot, so ready. She begged him to come inside her. Fast. Hard.

  “Yeah, honey, I want to go as deep in you as you took me. Spread your legs. Bend your knees up tight. Yeah, high and wide. Now I can go deep inside of you. This is how you like it, isn’t it, baby? Oh yeah. You like it deep and hard. The way I do. Tell me how good this feels!”

  She screamed in ecstasy. The climax that had been building since he first threw her over his shoulder was hard on her. He groaned with anticipation. He felt the huge waves rising up in her.

  He drove deeper and deeper. She shrieked and sobbed as the waves of passion flooded over her. With a fierce cry, he came again. He rode her until they both collapsed, shuddering and holding each other, laughing, crying. Overcome with their joy in each other.

  They lay like that for several long minutes, when they heard a voice.

  “Are you two about finished? Can I lock up now?” Joey called from his office door.

  Wyatt jerked to sitting. “Goddamn, Joey. I’m sorry. We thought we were alone. We were just gonna work on a couple of moves.”

  “Yeah? I sure as hell hope you don’t expect me to teach those moves to our students. Unless you’re willing to come in and demonstrate. Christ, I wouldn’t know where to begin.”

  Chapter 7

  Wyatt running for governor was the biggest news to hit Wyoming in some time, bigger than Bernie Catron’s funeral. Hell, bigger than his death. The news reverberated across the state within hours and by the next day, newspapers throughout the West were publishing stories about the fabled half- breed moneyman who had thrown his hat in the ring for governor of the State of Wyoming. It wasn’t long before the big papers in Washington, New York, and San Francisco were headlining the news. Wyatt was great copy, made even more so, with Tom’s skillful intervention and amplification.

  Grant’s supporters, who had been licking their lips at the prospect of Grant’s governorship, were stunned by the news. They shook their heads in astonishment, as much as anger. Once again, Wyatt had turned their plans upside down, outfoxed them before the campaign had even begun. It didn’t take them long to regroup. They had already tasted the spoils of Grant’s likely victory. By God, none of them were willing to let them go. Once they got over their dismay, they consoled one another. Even if he was Wyatt fucking McManus, no half-breed could ever be elected governor in a western state. Hell, not a chance, given that Chinese and reservation Indians aren’t citizens. That leaves a lot of white people who wouldn’t consider voting for a half-breed. Within days, the shock subsided. The men who had spent years fantasizing about taking Wyatt down were chomping at the bit. This would be an even bigger victory. Instead of just defeating the candidate he supported, they would defeat him, once and for all!

  ~~~

  For the first several hours after Wyatt attacked him, Grant’s shoulder was virtually paralyzed. When he got feeling back and was able to walk, he hobbled up to his hotel room. He locked the door, unwilling to see or speak to anyone. By the next morning, his pain had turned to embarrassment. By the end of the day, fury set in. On the second day, his fury was a cold hard rage. It remained that way for the rest of the campaign.

  Clarence, Will, and John were almost as embarrassed as Grant. They were horrified, watching Grant cry, sob, like a baby. They were as humiliated as Grant. They had been impotent, unable, unwilling to help him. None of them, including Grant, admitted it. To a man, they were terrified of Wyatt.

  Grant and his team had perfected a simple campaign message they were about to roll out. ‘Don’t vote for a fucking Indian who is shacking up with a Chink.’ They would be more subtle, of course. As it turned out, not much more.

  A second line of attack Grant intended to pursue was Wyatt’s violent past. That was trickier. In the Wild West, being a strong man that people feared was an asset, not a liability. Grant knew he needed to play down Wyatt’s power. Portray it as savagery, not strength. Cowboys were strong. So were white men. Indians were savages.

  Finally, they would take on his wealth. This one was harder. Wyatt’s reputation as a clean scandal-free businessman who took down corrupt politicians and other crooks was the stuff of legend. Once again, Grant intended to use the potent club of racial hatred. Yeah, Wyatt wasn’t Chinese, but Lei was. And everyone knew how devious, cunning, and underhanded the Chinese were. How else were they able to come to this country and turn dirt wages and segregation into thriving businesses? Take Joey Chen. For years, before Wyatt took over the role of area benefactor, ranchers and farmers had come to Joey whenever they needed management advice or to borrow money. As much as those he helped appreciated it, there was always that undercurrent of resentment. A Chinaman had more money than they did.

  Then there was Wan Chang. The Forrester campaign considered Wan a gift from the gods. Their ticket to the governor’s house. While Tom and Wyatt may have thought with Wan’s help that they could neutralize or at least minimize the impact of their Chinese connections, Grant’s campaign had Chinese cards of their own to play. It turned out their cards were stronger and more powerful than Wyatt or Wan imagined. And more insidious. How those cards played out would ultimately decide the election.

  ~~~

  Sometimes the gods smiled, Grant mused, brought help from surprising and unintended places. As he lay in bed after Wyatt attacked him, nursing his throbbing shoulder and bruised pride, Grant almost didn’t answer the insistent knocking at his door.

  “Get the fuck out of here whoever you are,” he shouted as he put another cold towel on his shoulder.

  “Let me in, Grant. It’s Charlie Morales. I saw what he did to you today. I brought you some ice and a hell of a bottle of whiskey.”

  “Jesus Christ, Charlie, it better be the best bottle in the house. You better have a hell of a good reason for bothering me tonight.”

  Two hours later, Grant lay back on the bed, amazed. He thought to himself, what if he hadn’t answered the door? Who would have thought there was someone who hated Wyatt and Lei as much as he did? Maybe more. And, hell, that someone couldn’t be better positioned to help him. Best of all, the only payment he wanted was to bring Wyatt down and bring Lei with him. A man after his own heart.

  ~~~

  Charlie Morales, the owner of the Back Door Saloon, was a closet member of the Demonios. It was the fiercest gang in Mexico and the scourge of the southwest. Until they ran into Wyatt McManus eight years ago. Known for their sadistic savagery, no one took on the Demonios willingly. Until Wyatt. He decimated the gang. Hit them at their core. In one of the most hideous—and deserved—massacres in gang history, Wyatt dismembered four of their leaders and burned alive their supreme leader. The massacre went down in the annals of gang violence. It established forever Wyatt’s reputation among the vicious. The message was set in stone. The Devil himself couldn’t help anyone who came up against Wyatt or the people he loved.

  The Demonios fled back to Mexico, then went on to California, where their new nemeses were the Tongs. The two groups had much in common, most notably, their savage overkill and the sources of their financial supremacy—prostitution, alcohol, and drugs.

  The few Demonios who made it to Wyoming went
there for one reason—Wyatt McManus. Like Charlie Morales, they lived in anonymity, waiting for the day when they would avenge the honor of their gang and take down Wyatt McManus.

  Charlie had a reason other than Wyatt to help Grant: Lei. A year ago, he had made the mistake of thinking he could take on Wyatt by raping and killing his woman. Like Grant, he had watched with fury as Wyatt introduced the Chink bitch into polite company, as though she belonged. Charlie knew Lei was Wan Chang’s daughter. He planned to give the attack the signature of the Rongue Ri, the rival Tong to Wan Chang’s Sing Leon.

  What Charlie didn’t know was that like Wyatt, Lei was a kung fu master. It took him six months after she almost beat him to death to get his dick up enough to shove it in one of his whores. Lei had focused the majority of her kicks and strikes on his groin. To this day, it hurt to take a piss. More often than not, his shit was streaked with blood. The only redeeming fact was that Lei apparently didn’t tell anyone about the attack. Wracked by the shame of it, Charlie only told his closest men. They were astonished at the damage the young woman had done to their boss. The only reason Charlie could think of that she didn’t tell Wyatt was because she didn’t want to give him a reason to kill again, not when he was becoming the most respected businessman in the west.

  Charlie despised Grant Forrester. He wasn’t nearly violent enough for Charlie’s taste. The asshole thought he could take Wyatt down in a fucking political campaign. Charlie knew better. To get Wyatt, you needed to be a vicious as Wyatt was, as savage, as personal. But Grant was a useful tool, the campaign an unwitting decoy. Let Grant think that Charlie was just a fat Mexican with a hard on for Wyatt’s wife. Charlie would have the last laugh. Revenge didn’t begin to describe the hatred Charlie felt for Wyatt, and for Lei. Neither did retribution. No, it was more like demonic wrath. Only Wyatt and Lei’s grief would begin to assuage his rage.