Heather's Challenge [Cattleman's Club 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Jenny Penn

  It was his eyes that gave him away. They swirled with an excitement that had her insides melting even as she forced herself to step forward and face him directly.

  “So?”

  “So?” He repeated back with just the right hint of confusion to sound sincere, but Heather wasn’t buying his act.

  He could pretend to be in control and act like he didn’t care what happened next but Heather knew the truth. It was there in the twitch at the corner of his lips and the tension gathered in his muscles, not to mention the proud tent his cock made out of his jeans.

  Heather eyed that bulge, wondering just how big and thick he actually was. She hadn’t gotten to measure him yet, or take a taste. That just seemed like a damn shame. One that should be corrected.

  Heather licked her lips with that thought as she considered how fitting it would be to claim that first taste right here, out in the open, just as he had done weeks ago when he pinned her up against her car and set all of this into motion. She could have him begging and pleading for release that only she could grant him. Heather just knew it.

  That thought brought had her lips curling into a smile that had Konor backing up as he issued a warning.

  “You’re not in charge of the show, sweetness, so you best just keep on moving.” Konor nodded down the sidewalk toward the parking lot.

  Heather glanced down the road into the shadowed depths of the parking lot and knew that Alex lingered somewhere out there in the night, just waiting for her to step into his trap. While she might want to get caught, that didn’t mean she didn’t plan on being difficult.

  Remaining rooted in her spot, she turned her gaze back on Konor and eyed him like a sucker waiting to be licked. “But maybe what I want is standing right here.”

  “And maybe I don’t care what you want,” Konor shot back, sounding defiant even as he retreated backward, not that she believed for a moment that he was actually afraid of her.

  No, he thought he was being clever by slowly leading her down the sidewalk exactly where he wanted her to go. She played along, dutifully following even as she pretended to be stalking.

  “Is that a fact?” Heather lifted a brow, hesitating at the edge of the pool light being cast down from a lamp hanging way over her head on its decorative post. “Because, you know, I was having a similar thought. I did agree to play this game, but I never promised to play by your rules.”

  That had Konor stilling as the shadows thickened menacingly around him. She could feel the tension gathering in the night. It weighed heavy on her body even as it tingled through her, a vibrant sensation that stirred the hungers within her, making her want to run wild and free, forcing Konor and Alex to hunt her down.

  “Who said anything about rules?”

  Like smooth velvet, Konor’s dark growl stroked over her in a hypnotic caress that had Heather locking her knees as she felt her thighs quiver and her cunt clench. Her molten flesh wept, wanting to feel the rumble of those wicked words purring right up against her hungry folds.

  Only she knew he intended to make her wait, to make her beg and plead, and Heather would. She would give him anything he asked for, do anything he demanded. That’s how badly she wanted him. That’s how badly she wanted him to want her.

  Heather knew just how to make him that desperate.

  “No rules?” Heather shook her head. “That wasn’t the agreement, or don’t you remember our deal? An hour for an hour. That ring any bells?”

  “Sure, I remember.” Konor agreed easily enough. “I also remember that deal had an expiration date that’s long gone. So, I’m sorry, sweetness, you’ve broken too many rules and now…now it’s time to pay.”

  “Is that right?” Heather didn’t feel the slightest bit threatened by that warning. Just the opposite. “And just who am I supposed to pay?”

  “Me.”

  Heather let out a startled shriek, nearly falling over as she whipped around to find Alex had come up silently behind her. He emerged from the shadows as if formed by them, radiating a dark aura of mystery and menace that both intimidated her and lured her in closer, just as his scent wrapped itself around her, making Heather feel both safe and excited.

  She couldn’t deny that there lingered a little bit of uncertainty and unease sparking beneath the hot roll of lust churning through her, but that only heightened the sensation. She felt as if she were standing on the edge of a cliff with the wind in freedom calling her to take the plunge and discover if she could actually fly.

  In that second, Heather knew she could, which was just why she dared to slap her hands across Alex’s chest and shove him backward, right along with the intoxicating heat he was trying to wrap her in.

  “You scared the shit out of me!” Heather snapped, fluffing her hair in a prissy gesture as she glared at him. “I mean really, sheriff, must you stalk around in the shadows like a criminal?”

  That pointed question drew a slow smile to Alex’s lips as he held up a roll of duct tape. Heather stared at it, her eyes widening over the silent implications in his smile as her mind raced with the questions, like what the hell had happened to his cuffs?

  Wherever he’d left them, they were clearly not a part of tonight’s plan. Running, on the other hand, was. At least, it was part of her plan. She planned to do that right then.

  Chunking her purse at him, Heather took off screaming down the street. Thankfully she worked in sneakers, so she had the right shoes on. Unfortunately, that didn’t matter. She’d barely made it two steps before she was being swept off her feet as Alex caught up in his arms.

  Despite her struggles and all her squealing, Heather still ended up trussed and bound with a sticky piece of duct tape pulling at her cheeks and blocking the curses flowing off her lips. Not that she let that stop her.

  Her words might be smothered, but she was pretty sure the intent was still clear. She wasn’t going down without a fight, and that’s just what she put up as they carted her off to Alex’s waiting truck.

  And this time?

  This time, her curses were real.

  And next time?

  Next time, they better bring cuffs because Heather wouldn’t put up with being taped again.

  * * * *

  Konor watched Alex cart Heather off and had to shake his head over the show they put on. She fought him every step of the way, though her protest appeared to be nothing more than bluster and certainly not an honest attempt to escape. For his part, Alex was ignoring her efforts.

  Instead, he whistled a happy little tune as he stuffed her into the truck’s cab, not even seeming to care when Heather caught him in the chin with a wayward kick as she flailed about on the bench seat. Alex simply shoved her feet back down and slid in, taking his place behind the wheel and leaving Konor to help Heather right herself.

  Of course, she did not appreciate his efforts, glaring daggers at him as she jerked back from his hands, but Konor could see the glitter of emotion lurking behind those daggers—a glitter whose source was far from the temper she was pointedly displaying. That wasn’t the only thing she was pointedly displaying.

  Straining against the fabric of her blouse, her breasts heaved with her exertion, drawing his eyes to the plush globes and hard points tipping them. Her nipples tightened beneath his gaze, pebbling into tight, little buds that he simply couldn’t resist. He didn’t even bother trying.

  Dipping his head, he leaned down to capture one tender tip with his lips, he sucked the hard nubbin past the rough scrape of his teeth as he allowed his tongue to roll and tease her right through the thin cotton of her shirt and the lacy bra he could feel clinging to her plump curves.

  Heather reacted as if he’d stroked her with a live wire. Jerking back hard with a squeal that the tape couldn’t muffle, she banged into Alex, who cursed as the wheel in his hands spun to the left, along with the entire truck. He got the big vehicle back under control a second later and shot Konor a dirty look.

  Konor simply shrugged. This was all Alex’s idea. He couldn
’t blame Konor for embracing it, or following along with the same amount of respect that Alex showed his plans. He owed his friend a little payback and Heather a little more than that.

  Still, Konor didn’t want to end up wrapped around a telephone pole, either. Especially not when he could have Heather wrapped around him instead. That though led to another, and then another as his gaze dipped down once again to eye her luscious tits. There really was no reason to deny himself, not as far as Konor could figure.

  “Come here, sweetness.”

  Reaching for her, Konor ignored Heather’s struggles along with her smothered rantings as he pulled her into his lap. There was no reason to pay them any mind, not when her knees bent easily at his hands directions, her legs spreading wide over his thighs and he could feel the wet heat of her pressing up against his jeans as her skirt bunched up around her own sweetly curved thighs.

  Slipping his hands beneath the heavy folds of her grandma skirt, Konor stroked his fingers over the soft, resilient flesh already damp with the proof of her desire. That didn’t stop Heather or her overly-dramatized objections. Those didn’t halt until Konor leaned forward, taking another nip at the breasts now heaving right before his eyes.

  Heather squealed once again, the squeaky sound fading right into a moan as he teased and tormented her swollen flesh, but despite that small sign of passion, she still knocked his hands away when they lifted toward the pearl buttons on her blouse. Shocked by that block, Konor released the generous globe he’d been feasting on glance up and catch her gaze.

  Narrowed with a challenge that had him thrilling with a sense of awareness, her eyes remained locked on his as Heather rose up and reached for the pearl buttons with her own fingers. With her wrists bound together, slowing her motions to a seductive drawl, Heather snapped each one free, one by one, revealing one velvety, smooth inch of skin at a time and driving Konor a little more insane with each one.

  His fingers clenched into the folds of her skirt as the urge to rip her hands out of the way and tear her shirt from her body nearly overwhelmed him. Then, he would bury his face in the soft, shadowed depths of her cleavage, and devour all that golden skin she was taunting him with. That’s just what Konor would have done, if it hadn’t been for the smile he could sense lingering behind the silvery tape covering her mouth.

  Heather wasn’t just taunting him. She was pushing him, riling him up in a blatant attempt to push him past the limit of his self-control. She very well might succeed, but not yet. Not until he had done a little pushing of his own.

  So, Konor sat there, straining at the edge of his leash as he forced himself to remain perfectly still until she’d finally freed the last button straining beneath the weight of her breasts. Her shirt fell open to reveal the bit of lavender lace trying to contain the gloriously generous mounds of her breasts.

  They were soft, round and made for sucking and fucking. That’s just what he planned on doing right after Heather got done with her show. For the moment, though, he watched her pull of tails of her shirt out of the waistband of her skirt before shrugging the garment off with a motion that set her breasts to swaying in the hypnotic sway.

  Konor’s eyes went painfully dry as they tracked the sexy swing and heave of her swollen flesh, desperate for just a peek of the nipple lingering just behind the silky cup of her bra. The wet silk clung to her like second skin, perfectly outlining the puckered tips of her breasts.

  The hard little buds fairly begged for his attention, but still Konor waited, every muscle in his body tensing as her fingers lifted slowly to the clasp buried between those two delicious mounds. The second she snapped it free, he struck.

  Chapter 29

  Sucking another startled squeal out of Heather, Konor turned those girlish sounds into wanted moans of pure delight as he latched on to one hardened nipple and sucked the sensitive tip past the hard ridge of his teeth, making her cry out and arch deeper into his kiss.

  He lifted at hand to capture her other breast in his fist. The soft, heavy weight ignited a rough, savage needed him that he normally kept well hidden, but not tonight. Not with Heather. She was so playful and sweet and, above all else, feminine. She made him want to drown in her softness.

  To drown, to devour, to lay claim to every inch of her until he had branded her soul with the same relentless hunger that tore at him. It couldn’t be controlled. It couldn’t be denied. The lust enslaved him and Konor mindlessly feasted on her flushed flesh as he lifted her other breast up.

  Pumping the generous mounds together, he shifted between the two as he used everything he’d ever learned to torment her and feed the need that only raged higher as her sweet succulent taste flooded his senses, intoxicating him.

  She tasted like peaches and cream and every naughty dream he’d ever fantasized about, and there was one fantasy that he had every intention of making a reality right there and then. Releasing her swollen flesh, he shoved Heather back until she slipped down onto the floorboard, giving him the room to start tearing at his zipper.

  Wrenching the small metal tab downward, he released the aching length of his erection. It fell forward, swelling instantly with a rush of delight as Heather’s hands lifted up to catch his heavy hardness. With her wrists bound, she could only cup him, her thumbs brushing up and down the smooth sides.

  The heated caress was all it took to make his cock pulse and weep with a demand Konor had no intention of denying. Reaching out to rip the tape free from her lips, Konor slapped the sticky strip against the door, leaving it there as he buried his hands in the silken fall of her hair. Twining the soft strands around his fingers and jerking her forward to gaze up at him with big, hungry eyes, he snarled down at her.

  “Not one word, sweetness,” he warned her. “You do as you’re told, or I will strip you naked and make you crawl behind me like a dog on a leash when we get to the club. You understand me?”

  He knew she did, just as he understood what she wanted when she licked her lips and glanced poignantly down at his cock gazing blindly back up at her.

  “That’s right, sweetness, you’re going to get a taste of that and a chance to prove that you can undo me,” Konor assured her as he reached behind him to pull out a small utility knife from his back pocket to cut her wrists free. “So here is the new deal, you make me come, and I’ll return the favor. You got five miles.”

  “I’ll only need two.”

  Konor smiled at that promise, clearly understanding the insinuation that he would need three and wondering if she realized that she’d already broken the rules.

  * * * *

  Heather knew it. Hell, she’d broken more than one, not that she believed for a moment Konor would make her crawl mostly because she knew he couldn’t make her. Of course, she didn’t really expect him to remember his pointless threat. Not after she finished with him.

  She was hungry and he looked good enough to eat. The only question was where to start. Most women went from top to bottom, starting with the crowning glory—the knotted head.

  Flushed an angry red, his flared crest glared angrily up at her while its one sightless eye wept pearly tears that tempted her to take a taste, but she had other pleasantries in mind. That didn’t stop her from teasing him and herself.

  Dipping her head, she allowed her lips to brush lightly against the heated knob held high and proud by the long shaft. His dick jerked and bumped against her mouth as she teased him with a slow pass, allowing only the whispered wash of her breath to stroke over his sensitive flesh.

  She ignored that invitation, dipping her head down until the soft forest of dark curls hiding the real jewels tickled her nose. Nuzzling past the silken hairs guarding the balls already swollen and hard with a need she didn’t think he’d be able to hold back, Heather smiled to herself, considering that she might not even need that extra mile.

  Allowing that happy thought to strengthen her determination, she parted her lips and licked her tongue out, twirling it over his sensitive sacks and making Konor g
rowl. He snarled over a muttered obscenity that had Heather smiling. There was no doubt that Konor was realizing the mistake he’d made when he’d given her free reign.

  He hadn’t realized how long she dreamed of this moment or how many times she practiced on GD. Not that Heather was going to explain it any of that now. She’d rather show him, and maybe later she’d let him in on the secret, certain it would antagonize him enough to give it to her the way she loved—rough and hard.

  That sounded like fun. Konor certainly looked savage enough right then to fulfill her wildest fantasies. With his features tense and sweat beading out along his brow, he looked near to breaking already. Heather had no doubt just how close he was, she could feel it in the tight clench of his thighs around her.

  They pressed in hard as she sucked his ball right over the scrape of her teeth, just as he had done to her nipples minutes before, only Konor’s response was more forceful as he grumbled out another obscenity, his fingers tightening painfully into her hair.

  Heather retaliated by lifting her hands and wrapping her fingers around his meaty hardness and squeezing a pant right out of him. Needing both hands to cover his long length, she milked him with even strokes as she licked and sucked her way from one ball to the next and back, tormenting him until Konor finally broke and used his hold on her hair to pull her back up the length of his shaft.

  He forced her right down over the flared crest of his cockhead in an undeniable demand, but Heather still stopped to defy him, not about to let him out of giving her the words she wanted. He could beg and plead and demand—what she really wanted was a fucking.

  Intent on driving him to the point of no return, Heather treated his dick to the same nibbling kisses she tormented his balls with as she licked her way down his heated length, learning the flavor and texture of his cock and delighting in the way it pulsed and jerked beneath her lips.