by Jenny Penn
“Do you want me to stop?”
That obscene question had Heather’s eyes blinking as she glanced up at him. He wasn’t teasing. Konor’s gaze shimmered with an inner torment that held him tight and tense against her, assuring Heather that he would stop if she wanted. He held onto that little thread of control, but even Heather could see that it wouldn’t last long.
“If you want me to stop, tell me now. Yes or no?”
Konor gave her a moment to deny him, but Heather didn’t have the words. She was afraid of them. Deep inside she knew she should push him away and demand that he leave her alone, but this was her fantasy. She couldn’t give it up. She couldn’t hide from it, either. Konor wouldn’t let her.
“I’m going to need an answer, babe. Do you want me to stop?”
“No.” Heather closed her eyes and gave into the moment. “Never.”
“Never,” Konor echoed, murmuring the word against her ear as he dipped his head to nibble his way down her neck. Ticklish thrills skittered down her spine as his teeth scraped over her sensitive flesh. The sensation intensified into a delectable buzz that expanded throughout her chest as Konor’s free hand slid up her side to cup her breast in his strong grip.
Already puckered, her nipples tightened even further to painful points as his fingers tormented her tender peaks. Pinching and rolling her sensitive bud, he teased her until Heather cried out. Only then did his head dip and his lips settle over her inflamed flesh to taste and tease.
The heat of his kiss seared right through her clothes, igniting a need that knew no bounds. Heather knew she was flying dangerously out of control, but didn’t care. Nothing had ever felt this good, and she wanted more. Twining her fingers through his hair, she pressed Konor closer, whimpering out encouragements as he went from breast to breast.
He lavished his attention on her swollen flesh, making Heather squirm and writhe against him as the pleasure began to build into a painful ache. The throb was centered deep inside, pulsing in rhythm to the fingers drawing teasing outlines against the crotch of her panties. When those blunt tips finally slid beneath the elastic edge, Heather stopped breathing.
Her head hit the car behind her as every muscle in her body liquefied beneath the need pulsing out of her cunt when Konor began to lay claim to the creamy depths of her pussy. Slow and gentle, he explored her intimate flesh with a light touch that lit up Heather’s body with a glorious pressure, until every one of her nerve endings was tingling with delightful anticipation.
Konor’s head lifted, his mouth capturing the cry on her lips and sealing it behind his kiss as his fingers once more clamped down over the ravaged tip of her breast. His touch was just as wild and savage as his mouth. He used everything—his tongue, his teeth, his lips, his fingers and even his palms—to pleasure her. Heather rewarded him, returning his kiss with a passion that rivaled his as she all but climbed him, sliding her knees up his thighs as she opened herself wide to his touch.
Konor rewarded her enthusiasm, fucking two fingers deep into the clenching depths of her cunt as he stroked his tongue deep into the moist recesses of her mouth. Heather clamped her lips down and sucked just as her sheath tightened over his fingers, unleashing a rapturous wave of heat that streaked through her like a fireball.
She wanted more. Needed more. More thickness. More strength. More length. He was just a breath away from rubbing the magical spot that could make her whole world light up, but no matter how frantic or hard she pumped her hips, his fingers just weren’t long enough.
Then he caught her clit beneath the heavy press of his thumb and began mimicking his other hand as her rolled the sensitive bud around and around until Heather’s entire body flexed and pumped in tune with the white-hot bliss pounding through her. It burned away the night, until the distant sound of cars and voices only heightened the anticipation building within her.
The scandalous idea of being caught out in the open only fueled the delicious tension that gripped her muscles as Konor broke off the kiss to begin nibbling his way back down her length. He didn’t pause this time to tease her breast but sank all the way to his knees.
Before Heather even guessed his intent, her panties were in shreds around her feet. For a second, the cool night air caressed the molten folds of her cunt, sending a wicked thrill racing up her spine. That thrill blossomed into a full-on shudder as Konor’s breath washed over her intimate flesh.
“Mine.”
Konor snarled, a raw, animalistic sound that sent a sizzling bolt of fear streaking through Heather but there wasn’t time for the worry to take root. Instead, her breath caught as a pleasure unlike any she’d ever known crashed through her with the first teasing stroke of his tongue. It was so soft, so sultry, like a liquid flame that danced over her intimate flesh, igniting an inferno that spun quickly out of control, just like Konor’s kiss.
He devoured her cunt with the ravenous hunger of a starving man, showing Heather no mercy, no gentleness. He didn’t even give her a chance to catch her breath before he caught her clit between his lips and sucked hard enough to send her flying free into a world defined only by pleasure.
* * * *
Konor could hear Heather crying out, hear her begging, and he knew in the back part of his mind that he shouldn’t be pushing her so hard, but he couldn’t get enough of her. She was soft, sweet with just a hint of spice, and so damn addictive he could have died right there on his knees a happy man.
He knew she was one happy woman. Heather told him so with every panted plea as she begged for more. Konor gave her everything he had. Lips, tongue, teeth, fingers—he called on a lifetime of training to reduce Heather to a quivering mass of mewling whimpers as her fingers dug into his scalp, pressing him deeper into her pussy.
Konor knew what she wanted, because he might have given her more, but he hadn’t given her what she really wanted. Screwing his fingers past the tight clench of her sheath, he avoided the very spot he knew needed his touch and instead drove her insane by keeping her stretched out on rapture’s razor edge.
It didn’t even matter that this wasn’t part of the plan.
What plan?
With every pulse of his furious heartbeat echoing back in the hard, hot flesh thickening between his legs, Konor felt his discipline falter until it failed him completely. All that was left for him to cling onto was Heather and the savage reality of just what he intended to do to her…and what she did to him.
Swollen to the point of pain, his cock pulsed in urgent demand as he continued to feast the honey depths of her cunt. Trapped behind the tight confines of his jeans, Konor’s dick wept in agony as Heather’s sheath tightened around his tongue. She sucked him deeper with a strength that had Konor fighting to hold back his own release. He would not shame himself by coming in his pants. He would not…oh, crap.
Reluctantly Konor released Heather’s sweet flesh to glare down at the wet spot beginning to grow along the flap of his zipper. That was embarrassing, though he might be able to escape without Heather realizing what he’d done. He couldn’t imagine her response, especially given what he was about to do to her.
Konor treated her clit to one final suckling kiss before he rose back to his feet, catching Heather in his arms before she could fall into a puddle at his feet. He pinned her against the side of her car and rested his forehead against hers as he waited for the fog of lust to clear her gaze.
The whole time Konor watched her with hungry eyes, noting the way the blush staining her cheeks burned down over the elegant arch of her neck to disappear under the collar of her shirt. He bet her breasts were flushed and berry-tipped, just begging to be sucked on.
How sexy would she look with her blouse ripped open and those delicious tits out and heaving? And how much hotter would it be to watch Alex bury his face in that sweet cunt and make Heather pant? Just the thought had the blood rushing back to flood his cock, making him bone-hard and ready for round two.
It was just too damn bad he’d recovered enough of his
wits to remember the plan. Otherwise he would have been tempted to do something stupid, something really stupid, like taking Heather right there up against the side of her car. Konor didn’t dare test the fine strings holding together his control. It was time to go. Before he left, though, he had one thing to say.
Lifting his hands to cup Heather’s cheeks, he couldn’t resist rubbing his thumbs over her velvety skin as he demanded her to look at him. The thick forest of her lashes cast shadows over her eyes as they lifted to reveal a gaze still smoldering with a need that shook Konor to his core. In that second he knew Heather’s passions rivaled his. He’d finally met his match and now he was going to piss her off.
“I know what you want, sweetness,” Konor whispered in a raw, gritty tone that belied the strength he exerted holding back on his own primitive needs.
“I don’t—”
“Don’t lie,” Konor snarled, not interested in playing anymore games. Releasing her chin, he thrust a hand down between them and buried it in the thick folds of her skirt. The cotton provided little protection as he cupped her mound, stroking the swollen folds he could feel creaming beneath her clothes.
“You begged for it,” he reminded her. “Do you want to beg again?”
“I…I…” Heather shook her helplessly shook her head as her eyes drifted closed. Seemingly unable to face reality, she stood there trembling in his arms until finally she snapped and whimpered. “Please…I can’t…I need…”
“What?” Konor demanded to know, lashing her with a hard tone that cut through her daze and had Heather’s lashes lifting as she stiffened.
There was no place for her to retreat to, though, not that Konor would have allowed her to escape. Pressing harder into her, he ground the pebbled tips of her breasts against his chest until she gasped and gave him exactly what he wanted.
“You. I need you.” She whispered the confession like it was the greatest sin she’d ever committed.
“Yes, you do,” Konor agreed, his expression lightening along with his tone as he eased backward. “More than you know, but don’t worry, sweetness. You’ll understand soon enough.”
With that cryptic promise, Konor turned and sauntered off, leaving Heather to watch him go and wonder just what he meant by that.
Chapter 4
Friday, May 2nd
Alex stretched, reaching his arms up high over his head as he cracked his neck from side to side. It had been a long night, one he shouldn’t even have had to cover. He wouldn’t have if Adam and Killian could have kept one little woman in line, but the truth was becoming blatantly obvious.
Rachel Adams had those two boys by their balls, a situation that normally would have amused Alex. After all, he owed those idiots, and not just last night. He owed them for Gwen, or Sweetness as they called her out at the Cattleman’s Club. Not that Gwen mattered that much to him, but it was the principle of the thing. The principle, and the fact that people were laughing at him. Alex didn’t much care for getting laughed at.
Neither did he care for getting yelled at, but Alex could feel the tantrum coming the moment Slade Davis stepped into the station’s lobby. In that moment, Alex really wished he’d left by the back door, but it was too late to run now. Slade had his gaze narrowed on Alex.
“I need to talk to you,” Slade announced by way of introduction as Alex moved toward the long counter dividing the public waiting area from the deputies’ desks. Slade tracked his every step, meeting him at the gap that allowed people to pass from one area to the next. He blocked the space, forcing Alex to come to a stop.
“Now.”
“Then walk with me,” Alex suggested, shrugging past Slade. The Davises might be the wealthiest family in town, but Alex didn’t kowtow to anybody.
“What is going on with the arson investigation?” Slade dutifully trailed after him, but the irritation cutting his words assured Alex that he wasn’t going to travel far. “It’s been over a month since the barn was burned.”
“I’m well aware of the timeline,” Alex assured him, not that it mattered if it had been a month or a day.
The Davis brothers had been on his ass to find who had set fire to their barn before the ashes had even stopped smoldering. Alex would have figured by now they’d have started to cool down, but no. He couldn’t give them the answers they wanted until he knew all three brothers would be reasonable about them.
“If you know then why aren’t you making progress?”
“Because arson cases are incredibly hard to solve, especially ones with no witnesses and a fire set with gasoline…do you know how common gas is?”
Alex paused by the exit to turn and ask that question of Slade, not that he gave the rancher a chance to answer. Peeking over his shoulder, Alex hollered back to Bryant that he was heading out for lunch. Then he stepped back and held the door open for Slade, but the man didn’t budge.
“Somebody tried to kill Patton.”
“No.” Alex let go of the door as he turned to confront that accusation. “Somebody burned down your barn. There is no proof that they knew Patton was in there. Nobody knew that fact but…you and your brothers. So you want to guess where the investigation begins?”
Alex wouldn’t have dared to taunt Slade’s older brother Chase in such a manner, but then again Chase was known to hit first and worry about the consequences later. Slade, on the other hand, was considered by almost all to be the rational brother, which was just why it came as a surprise when he did take a swing.
Slade’s fist connected with Alex’s jaw, sending him stumbling back into the door and then through it as he landed out on the sidewalk. Everything around him seemed to stop as Alex shook off the blow, managing to avoid ending up on his ass. He couldn’t, however, avoid the attention he’d drawn, as everybody from the newspaper delivery man to his own deputies stopped and stared, clearly waiting to see how Alex responded to getting decked.
Everybody, that was, but Slade. He didn’t appear the slightest bit concerned with having just punched the sheriff. Instead he followed Alex through the door, lording over him like some kind of avenger as he issued his orders.
“Find the bastard. You have no other priorities. Understood?”
Alex smiled, cocking his head and wondering if he were about to get hit again as he laid down the law to Slade. “We’re going to find the man who burned down your barn, but I’m not going to have my case screwed up because you and your brothers insisted on interfering. Understood?”
“We just want answers.”
“No, you want revenge,” Alex corrected him. “And you’re not going to get it. What you’re going to get is justice. That’s going to have to be enough.”
“I guess we’ll find out when you actually give it to us,” Slade shot back before turning on his heel and stalking off down the sidewalk.
Alex stood there watching him storm away for a minute before shaking his head before heading in the opposite direction. The situation was getting more complicated by the day instead of less so, which meant he might need a new plan.
Except he didn’t think there was any plan that could save him the headache the truth was going to cost. Mostly Alex didn’t think the Davis brothers really cared about the truth. They were riding high on emotion. That’s what caring about a woman did to a man—made them crazy. Alex had no intention of catching that disease.
No, he liked his women fast and he liked them easy. He also happened to like them subservient and well-trained, which was why he preferred the ladies out at the club instead of actually bothering to date any of the locals in town. Besides, there really wasn’t a woman among them that interested him.
Not one.
He wouldn’t let himself be interested. Life was better when lived free of complicating relationships. That’s what Alex wanted. He wanted to be free. Free to have fun. Fun was what he had…that and an empty belly.
Alex stomach rumbled as the sweet scent of baked goods began to tint the air. The delicious aroma thickened, permeating the stree
ts and drawing people like zombies toward the small bakery tucked under a charming, hand-carved sign that Alex knew Heather’s father had crafted for her. One of the town’s best carpenters, her dad had added a lot of touches to the little bakery to make it a boutique café.
While the Bread Box’s large front windows and quaint booths held an inviting appeal, it was the fresh baked goods and deli sandwiches along with traditional blue plates like fried chicken that kept the place packed. That’s just what it was that morning—packed, overfilled, and not with the right kind of customers.
Alex paused as he stepped through the front door to take his ritual deep breath. His eyes drifted closed as the smell of caffeine, along with the slightest hint of grease, flowed through his body, rallying his hunger. As his lids lifted, his gaze narrowed at the sight of so many men clustered around the tables.
Normally the breakfast crowd consisted of a few couples and some of the town’s older citizenry, along with working joes and deputies fueling up for the long day ahead. Not this morning, though. This morning every seat seemed to be filled with men doing more staring than eating as they all focused in on one woman in particular—Heather.
That realization darkened Alex’s mood as he took note of another unwelcome fact. The place was filled with Cattlemen, not just any Cattlemen, but the junior squad. That’s what the newer recruits were often referred to. They were often too eager and almost always annoying, which was just what they were working overtime to be right then.
Like children unleashed on a field trip, they were everywhere, shouting and hollering, shoving chairs around and clanking silverware against plates and coffee cups against tables. It was total mayhem, and definitely not the peaceful morning retreat Alex had been looking forward to.
Despite his plans being ruined, Alex did not retreat. Instead he locked his gaze on the one man who would definitely know what the hell was going on and headed straight for him. Neither of the two men seated with GD noticed Alex’s approach, but the big man did. His grin grew until the smug twist of his lips had them parting to show off a perfect row of pearly white teeth.
