Acres, Natalie - Bridled and Bucked [Bridled 3] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme)

by Natalie Acres

  “He’ll expect you to give it to him.”

  “You think I don’t know that?” Lynlee asked, studying her fingernails.

  Lantry cranked the engine, threw the gearshift in reverse and swung his arm over her seat. “Haunted, hell?”

  “You don’t know, Lantry. We don’t know anything about Jose’s beliefs or what may have happened to him in his childhood. We’ve never taken the opportunity to ask him about his life. For all you know, he was afraid to drive that car.”

  “Bullshit,” Lantry snapped. “He used my mistake to get a new ride.”

  “Well, now he has one.”

  “Yep,” Blaine said, finally adding his two cents. “And he got one with a price tag of over a hundred grand to boot.”

  “Looks like he just got a nice raise,” Rhett commented.

  Lantry glared in his rearview mirror. He took a right at the pond and headed home. “The two of you can take Lynlee’s car back up to Jose’s. I’m going to bed, and Lynlee’s coming with me.”

  “I think Lynlee is like everyone else. She could use some sleep,” Blaine said, playing the husband card Lantry always ignored.

  “She’s got the rest of her life to sleep,” Lantry said.

  “What about the mess?” Rhett pointed out, ruining Lantry’s plans. “All the front bedrooms are ransacked now.”

  “Fuck, I forgot about that,” Lantry said, eyeing the guest house as they passed through the gates. “I guess we’ll stay out here. Carlisle will handle the locals when they get here. I need some sleep.” He pulled the Jeep in the small parking space right in front of the guest house, hopped out, and tossed Blaine the keys. “If we’re not up by three, come and get us.”

  “Who the hell died and left him big brother?” Blaine asked, stalking Lynlee.

  She giggled. “Hard to say. You know how the McCains are. They get something on their mind, and nothing or no one will change their plans.”

  Blaine’s lips skimmed across hers. “What if I had the same thing in mind?”

  “See your brother,” she said, watching Lantry as she leaned over and kissed Rhett, too.

  Lantry snarled. “Vixen.”

  “I could say please.”

  “That might work,” Lantry snipped.

  “We’ll take Jose the car and be right back,” Rhett promised, jumping over the seat and sliding behind the wheel. “Leave the door unlocked! We’ll be here before Lynlee can miss us!”

  * * * *

  “What happened to the triplets taking me out of town?” Lynlee asked, walking in the cottage.

  The guest house was her favorite place. The small home looked like a throwback from the fifties with a white picket fence, two tiny bedrooms, a cozy kitchen that included a snack bar and fireplace, and a sitting area big enough to accommodate maybe six people. She often wished the men in her life would let her spend a few days out there alone. She and Heidi would enjoy the privacy.

  “You said you didn’t want to go,” Lantry reminded her, stripping off his shirt and tossing it on the bed. “Who am I to force you?”

  Lynlee entered the tiny bathroom. She looked in the medicine cabinet for a toothbrush. After retrieving a new one still housed in an unopened, slender box she located a small tube of toothpaste and brushed her teeth. By the time she rejoined Lantry, he was undressed and lying in bed with a white sheet draped across his waist.

  “I didn’t want to leave you,” Lynlee told him.

  “I got that,” he said, winking. “Take your clothes off.”

  Lynlee’s heartbeat struck a faster pace. She loved this side of Lantry, and silently hoped Rhett and Blaine, as much as she loved them, wouldn’t rush back right away.

  Standing in front of him, she stripped a T-shirt over her head and allowed her breasts to bounce free. “Remind me to spank you the next time you go out of that house without your bra.”

  “I didn’t have time to find one. It wasn’t a priority when bullets were flying everywhere.”

  He licked his full lips. “Shorts.”

  There was a tight edge to his voice, and Lynlee shivered as she stepped away from the denim. She kicked off her sandals and crawled up the bed.

  “Come here, wench,” he growled. “Let me love some that mischief out of ya.”

  “You’ll have your work cut out for you.”

  “Really now?”

  “Yes, sir,” she promised.

  “We’ll see about that,” he said, his lips crashing against hers, his tongue thrusting inside her mouth.

  Wrapping his arm around her neck, he switched positions, tucking Lynlee’s body under his. The sheet separating them was quickly pushed to the side, and Lantry traveled down her body, stopping at her breasts to lap at the points.

  He raked his teeth over her nipples, and she arched her back. “Oh God, Lantry, that feels so incredible.”

  “Mmm,” he said, reaching between her legs and slapping her pussy.

  She jerked when his hand came down across her mound. The white-hot sensation sent her spinning as she parted her legs and tried to push his arm down once again. He smiled into their kiss. “Not yet, vixen.”

  “Stop calling me names,” she whispered, her tongue running across his bottom lip. “You might hurt my feelings.”

  He chuckled, and his deep, guttural laughter made her heart soar. This was the Lantry McCain Lynlee enjoyed most. This Lantry McCain rocked her ever-lovin’ world.

  * * * *

  Lantry planned to eat her alive. He dipped his head lower, ran his fingers over her clit, and enjoyed the way her hips shot forward, rolled back and forth. Tweaking her nipples again, he admired the diamond shapes as he played.

  Lynlee’s eyes were hooded as he raked his teeth past one nipple and then another, careful not to bite, but deliberate enough to make her ache with a new lust.

  “Lantry,” she whispered, pushing down on his shoulders.

  He knew what she wanted, but he needed this. He took his time traveling down her body, lapping at her soft skin, inhaling the ripe smell of vanilla bean lotion as he found his place between her shapely thighs.

  Tossing her legs over his shoulders, he smiled to himself when he watched the beauty he seduced. She looked so pretty and relaxed, completely prepared to take whatever he had to give.

  And he was feeling mighty generous today.

  He dropped his mouth to her clit and sucked the little bud between his lips, tapping the button over and over again until she writhed beneath him. “Lantry, please!”

  He snickered to himself. She might as well get ready to enjoy him. He was as hard as a cannon and ready to explode. Once he got inside her, he’d shoot off like a stick of dynamite. He wanted to make sure he had her fuse lit, too, before he sank between those slick folds.

  Thrusting his tongue inside her pussy, he licked her juices, his tongue wiggling higher inside her channel as she scooted her hips toward him. “Oh Lantry,” she moaned, placing her hand on his shoulders.

  After he tucked his hands under her shapely bottom, he brought her to him again. This time, with her pussy at an elevated position, he stared down at her open folds and blew a stream of hot air over the tender lips. Her legs trembled. “Nice, baby. Very nice.”

  He studied her body, and she looked down on him then with pure desire marking its place on her gorgeous face. “You act like you’ve never seen me before.”

  Lantry glanced up and said, “I haven’t. Not like this, Lynlee.”

  She shot him an irresistible smile, and he ducked his head and went to work. He had a woman to tease, a lover to please, and a sexy siren to seduce.

  Studying her glistening lips, he lost his tongue deep inside her folds and lapped up her sweet essence. “Ah, Lynlee, you taste like honey, baby.”

  With her legs spread like the wings of a butterfly, he fucked her with his tongue. Flicking across her clit, he rolled the little button with his fingers, manipulating her excitement and demolishing her control.

  “Please Lantry, don’t teas
e me,” she muttered, rising to her elbows.

  He slapped her bare mound and she jerked, her knees closing against his ears. He bit down on her clit and thrust his tongue inside her channel. Her hand landed against his head and she pumped her hips, rising up in an effort to find that release, that pending orgasm she undoubtedly wanted to take.

  Lantry wiggled his tongue inside her again, this time withdrawing for a second and admiring the way her body groveled for more pleasure. Her pretty pussy glistened with moisture and he slid his tongue in and out, sipping at her juices, drinking her in like he might indulge in a perfectly aged homemade wine, a sweet liquor perfected only for him.

  “Lantry, oh God, you have to let me!” she begged, her hips rocking to and fro.

  He grabbed his cock and pumped. The heat in his sac was too hot to bear, and his dick became painfully hard. In the background, he heard his Jeep racing for the house.

  Rising over her then, Lantry looked down at a seductress, a woman who’d stolen his soul and ran away with his heart. He framed her face and whispered across her lips. “Love me, Lynlee. Just love me.”

  Chapter Fifteen

  Lantry entered her. His cock thrummed inside her walls as he took his time with one thrust after another. His eyes met and held hers as he kissed her.

  Lynlee’s heart stood still. This was a side of Lantry that she’d never seen before, a side to a man she’d never known existed.

  He fucked her nice and slow as their hands entwined and he pushed her arms high above her head, kissing her with soft lips, loving her with that incredible body of his. There wasn’t anything to compare to this kind of moment, nothing to stop her from falling in love with him all over again.

  His hips pumped faster, and Lynlee jerked in his arms. Her pussy was on fire. An electrifying current charged up her spine as he entered her, deserted her, and then found her again.

  “Lantry,” she whispered, her head turning to the side.

  His lips whispered across her neck, and he found that little sensitive spot right above her collarbone, an erogenous zone she never realized she possessed. Her nipples hardened, pressed against the prickly hairs on his chest, and she released a sudden sigh.

  “You must’ve liked that,” Lantry said softly.

  “I like everything you do,” she promised, kissing him deeply, inviting his lips to explore hers once more.

  Lantry bowed his head and kissed her nipples. Caressing the fullness in her right breast, he cupped the side and attended to the hard point, his tongue pampering her in ways certain to destroy her attempt at postponing an orgasm.

  “Now, Lantry!” she screamed, her body arching, her hips shooting forward.

  “Oh yes, Lynlee, now is perfect,” he crooned. “I’ve got exactly what you need.”

  His heavily veined flesh wedged inside her walls, and he fucked her harder then, working his pulsing cock deeper inside her pussy. She locked her legs behind his back and thrashed around under him. “Don’t stop!”

  His lips crashed against hers, and his body jerked as he came. His tongue hammered inside her mouth in the same manner his cock stroked her pussy. She fought to resist him, desperately needing one breath of air, dying to cry out his name as his cum shot through her channel.

  Her body rocked with his, and still his heavy tongue silenced her as he swept her in his arms and moved over her like a turbulent storm refusing to pass. He screwed her without a pause in strokes. He fucked her as if he had no intention of moving aside for another. And two others had certainly joined them.

  Lynlee was faintly aware of the door opening and closing behind them as Lantry finished her. Three hard strokes and he cursed aloud. “Damn I never thought…Fuck yeah!” He grabbed hold of her hips and went completely wild then, finding a second release and shocking them both.

  He latched his teeth under his lip and jerked, filling her with his semen. “Oh damn, Lynlee. Dear God, I’ve never loved like this before.”

  Lynlee draped her arms around his shoulders as he collapsed. “I’ve never seen you love me like this before.”

  His arms tightened around her and he whispered against her chest, “For the first time in my life, Lynlee, I was scared. I was frightened I wouldn’t be able to protect you, and I was terrified of losing you.”

  “You have me, Lantry,” she said, watching Blaine and Rhett exit the room, allowing them their own special moment. “And I’m not going anywhere.”

  * * * *

  “Lantry.” Rhett’s voice filled the room hours later. “Lantry, get up.”

  Lynlee jerked. Lantry’s heavy arm was against her hip, and she tried to sit in an upright position. “Tell ’em to come back,” he breathed against her ear.

  Lynlee stared across the room at the evening sun setting against a picturesque row of mountains. “Hey. What happened to you?”

  Rhett was covered in mud and straw. He looked like he’d just taken a tumble down a hill, and landed in a briar patch to boot.

  “Your mare finally decided to drop that foal,” Blaine said, nudging Rhett. “And she didn’t make it easy on us, did she Rhett?”

  “Not a’ tall,” he said, grinning. “She’s a pretty little filly, Lynlee. You gotta get up and come see her. She’s going to be one for the track. I guarantee it.”

  Lantry grunted at that and rolled over. “How in the devil’s name can that filly be ready for the track when she’s out of two World Champion five-gaited horses?”

  Blaine laughed. “Keep in mind who you’re talking to, Lantry. Rhett rides cows and milks horses, remember.”

  “Funny,” Rhett grumbled. “I’d like to remind you who noticed that mare was in trouble.”

  “Trouble?” Lynlee said, jumping up then. “Whispers had a rough time?”

  “She didn’t want to become a momma,” Rhett explained.

  Lantry rolled back over then. “Rhett, please shut the hell up. You sound dumber and dumber by the minute.” He slapped Lynlee’s bare ass as she left the bed and she yelped.

  “Did Jose make it back in time to help?”

  “Nope,” Blaine replied. “Why do you think Rhett here had to offer up his assistance?”

  “Good point,” Lantry said, leaving the bed.

  Lynlee strutted around the bedroom gathering her shirt, shorts, and shoes. She’d knelt over to retrieve her belt when Lantry’s bare ass caught her attention. She couldn’t resist and she walloped him on the backside, the leather belt striking his butt cheeks and hip.

  “What the fuck?” Lantry squealed, his expression proving he didn’t appreciate a playful swat.

  Rhett and Blaine laughed and Lantry sneered. “Do that again, and so help me I’ll tan your hide before you ever make it to the barn.”

  “That’s gotta wait,” Rhett said. “A fellow stopped by about the time Whispers gave us a fit, and he’s waiting in the barn. I wanted to see if you could run a background check on him. I think he’d make a good farm hand if we need one. Fella says he can’t afford to feed his family, and he just lost his job down at one of the area restaurants.”

  “Restaurants?” Lantry asked. “People don’t eat anymore?”

  “Evidently he worked for one of the chains, and they’re scaling back on hours or something. Anyway, he’s a nice fella. He’s got a way about him with animals, too. I figured if you weren’t busy, you might talk to him,” Rhett said.

  “You should,” Lynlee encouraged. “Jose has his hands full, and you know it. Maybe he wouldn’t be stressed out all the time if he had some help around here.”

  Lantry yawned and stretched. “I’ll talk to him.”

  Lynlee kissed his cheek. “Good.”

  “But let me tell you one thing right now,” Lantry began, an authoritative edge in his voice. “This shit of the help driving around in better cars than I do isn’t gonna fly.”

  “Oh, Lantry,” Lynlee said, sighing. “It’s a car. It’s not like it’s a horse destined to win the Derby. Come on, grumpy. Hurry up and get dressed. Otherwise, I
may have to spank you again.”

  He pursed his lips and held up his forefinger. “You’re pressing your luck.”

  “I’ll take my chances,” she said, grabbing Blaine’s hand and walking toward the porch. “Lantry, if you don’t wanna walk to the barn, you’d better shake a leg.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  An unsteady leg was the first thing Lynlee noticed when Blaine dropped them off and she entered the stables. She stilled beside Rhett, and he clutched her hand. “Something wrong?”

  Lynlee eyed the man limping down the breezeway. Her mind’s eye returned to that day in the field when her morning had been interrupted by two intruders. After she’d seen Paul Gentry’s body, she was convinced he was one of the men she’d encountered there, but she’d never been quite convinced that David Fink was the other one.

  She shook her head when the man shot her a kind smile. He wore a plaid button-down shirt with the sleeves ripped out, and he was tall and lanky. “Ma’am,” he said, removing his hat like a Southern gentleman might.

  “Hi,” she said, pushing aside her fears. She forced herself to offer her hand. “I’m Lynlee McCain.”

  “Nice to meet you,” he said, tilting his head toward the foaling stall. “That’s a hell of a horse you got there. A hell of a horse.”

  “Thank you,” she responded proudly, moving to the bars to peer inside and immediately aware of the fact that their guest didn’t provide a name. “Hey, baby girl.”

  Whispers snorted and nudged her filly as if she wanted to introduce her little one to Lynlee.

  “Yes, ma’am,” the stranger continued. “That’s a hell of a horse.”

  Something continued to gnaw at Lynlee as the man spoke in a low, even tone. Whispers worked her way over to the ledge and nuzzled Lynlee’s arm. Lynlee stroked her. “You’re so proud, aren’t you?” She continued to stroke Whispers while she admired the new addition to their expanding stock. With over four hundred head of cattle and somewhere in the neighborhood of fifty horses, the McCains always had plenty of work to do.