Naughty Angel: Brian's Bride (The McKenzie Series #2)

by Lynn Coppersmith

  “That doesn’t sound very fair,” Sarah said.“Did that happen often?”

  “No,” Liam said, shaking his head with a grimace.“I learned a hard lesson that day, watching Brian get a whipping and knowing I was to blame. I never let that happen again.”

  “Sounds like you love Brian as much as he loves you,” Sarah said with a soft smile.

  “It’s impossible not to love Brian. He can be maddening, always playing wicked pranks and then laughing at you when you fall for them. But underneath, he has the most loyal and kind heart. If you’ve given him your heart, you can trust that he will never break it. He’ll do everything in his power to keep you safe and happy.” He gave Sarah a grin and a wink.“Does that ease your mind?”

  Sarah blushed again, realizing that Liam understood far more about her feelings for Brian than she had thought.“Yes it does. Thank you, Liam.”

  “My pleasure,” Liam said as he rose from the chair. He went to the door and paused, sending her one more grin.“Oh and by the way, there’s one more thing you should know about Brian. He only teases and torments the people he loves the most. If he’s been driving you crazy, you can be assured that he must truly love you, Sarah. If he didn’t, he wouldn’t crave your attention so much.”

  “That’s not very comforting,” Sarah said with a laugh.“I’m kind of at a loss as to how to deal with so much teasing.”

  “You’ll figure it out. Mama always told Pa that the right woman would bring Brian to heel someday. I’m convinced you’re the one she had in mind.”

  Liam left before Sarah could answer, and she sank back against the chair with a sigh. She thought about everything he had told her, replaying Brian’s actions in her mind.

  She began to see him in an entirely different light. He had the devil’s own handsome looks, and he certainly had the devil’s charm. Sarah smiled secretively as she nibbled on her bottom lip.

  She felt more confident than ever that Brian was exactly the right man for her. He truly did consider her his angel. He would always love her and cherish her, even if he delighted in tormenting her. And if she was entirely honest with herself, she thoroughly enjoyed it when he tormented her. Like the naughty angel she was, she delighted in having him singe her wings.

  *****

  Liam returned to the cabin to work. Brian gave him a questioning glance as he drove the last nail into a window frame in one of the bedrooms.“What took you so long?” he asked, stepping back to inspect his work.

  “I was just talking with Sarah,” Liam said. He flashed his brother a grin.“She was asking about you. I got the impression you’ve been up to your usual tricks, tormenting the poor girl in some way or other. Seems she can’t decide what to think about you.”

  Brian frowned thoughtfully. He had only meant to test the limits of her submissive nature, but he had gone pretty far with teasing Sarah. The sight of her, so outraged and furious, had only made him want to provoke her more. She had looked so damn beautiful, he just hadn’t been able to stop himself. He hoped he hadn’t really hurt her feelings.

  “Did she seem upset?” Brian asked carefully.

  Liam shrugged.“Not really. I think she just wanted to know that you aren’t going to break her heart.”

  “What did you tell her?” Brian asked.

  “I told her that if she knew what was good for her, she would run like the devil himself was nipping at her heels.” When Brian glared at him, Liam laughed.“You can dish it out, but you can’t take it, huh Brian?”

  Realizing that Liam was only teasing him, Brian relaxed.“What did you really tell her?”

  “I told her all about you. I told her that beneath your wicked exterior, you have a heart of gold. I told her that she’s the perfect woman for you.”

  “You talk too much,” Brian grumbled, “but you’re right about one thing. She is the perfect woman for me. It’s driving me crazy that I can’t do anything to help her regain her memory so that we can prove she isn’t a murderer.”

  “She hasn’t remembered anything else about her past?”

  “Not other than what I’ve already told you. I can’t stand waiting around. What if her memory never comes back? I can’t keep her hidden here forever. I’m anxious to marry her, and this waiting is killing me.”

  “Give it some time, Brian. Her memory has been coming back in bits and pieces. There’s no reason to think that won’t continue. For now, she’s safe.” Liam gave his brother a grin and raised a mocking brow.“At least, she’s safe from everybody except you. That’s an entirely different story.”

  *****

  Sarah was making another batch of hot rolls when Brian came through the front door. She had just turned the dough out onto the kitchen table and had begun to knead it before separating it into buns. She paused, giving Brian a glorious smile of welcome.

  He breathed a sigh of relief, seeing that she wasn’t upset with him. He had been worried that he had pushed her too far or truly hurt her feelings. Apparently, she had liked it. She was obviously happy to see him. He shed his coat and hat and hung them on a peg beside the door.

  “You’re early,” she exclaimed.“I won’t have lunch ready for at least another half an hour.”

  Brian leaned back against the door, enjoying the sight of his angel. Her sleeves were rolled up to keep them clean, and she looked so prim and ladylike with a dish towel tied around her waist as an apron. No one would ever imagine, from looking at her innocent face, that she had a passionate, naughty side. No one would ever guess that she was a temptress who longed to submit to him in every way.

  He studied her. He was more convinced than ever that she needed him to challenge her. To dominate her. To force her outside of her comfort zone. It was time to do just that. It was time for her next lesson in submission. It was time to bend her to his will once again.

  He pushed away from the door, prowling toward her with a glint of desire in his eyes. He embraced her from behind, gripping her waist as he trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down the side of her neck. He was gratified to feel her melt back against him. Her body responded to him so delightfully and eagerly. It made him instantly hard.

  “We finished the cabin,” he murmured.“All that’s left to do is move Naomi and Aidan’s things in and hang the curtains you made.”

  “You two must be hungry then,” Sarah said, breathless from his kisses.“Just let me finish these rolls. I’ll try to hurry so I can start on lunch.”

  “Take your time,” Brian murmured, nibbling her earlobe.“I don’t want you to rush the bread. You know how much I love your hot rolls, angel.”

  As he said it, he slid his hands up to cup her breasts. He kneaded them, chuckling when Sarah gasped. He adored when she was shocked and outraged.

  “Brian! Stop that. Liam could walk in at any minute and see you.”

  “Mmmm,” Brian agreed, squeezing both of her nipples in his fingers.“He might, but I don’t care. I want you, and I don’t intend to wait until later.”

  Brian didn’t seem the least bit concerned, as he continued to play with her breasts and explore her neck. He unbuttoned half of the buttons on her bodice and slid one hand in to cup her breast in his palm.

  Sarah squirmed and gasped again.“Brian, stop that! Your hands are ice cold!” She shivered.

  He grinned, slipping his other hand inside her bodice to palm her other breast.“I know. I’m trying to warm them up.” He suckled the side of her neck evocatively, making her remember how his mouth had felt on her nipples.“Your breasts are so nice and toasty warm, my angel. They make excellent hand warmers.”

  Sarah tried desperately to ignore the pleasure he was lavishing on her. She moaned and leaned back against him as she felt her knees weaken. She wanted to resist, but what he was doing felt so wonderful.

  He chuckled and continued nipping on her neck as he fondled her. His hands quickly heated, and it felt as if her body was on fire from his touch.

  She could feel her nipples throbbing and her breasts swelling i
n his hands, and she would have liked nothing more than for him to continue what he was doing. However, she was not so blasé about the possibility of being caught by Liam, and she squirmed even more in his arms, trying to make him release her.

  “Brian, stop that. I mean it!” she gasped.

  “Why, Sarah? Are you afraid Liam might find out what a passionate little naughty angel you are?” Brian easily resisted the pull of her hands on his wrists as he continued to toy with her breasts. He gave both her nipples an especially sharp pinch, smiling when she jerked and gasped.“He would take one look at your hard little nipples and know that your outrage is just an act. You love what I’m doing to you.”

  Sarah groaned in frustration, trying to ignore the temptation of his caresses.“You’re making me get flour on my bodice. Stop it, I say!”

  “Then keep your hands on the table, where they belong,” Brian murmured, never pausing.

  Realizing that her angry protests weren’t having the desired effect, Sarah flashed him a pleading look over her shoulder.“Please, Brian. Leave my breasts alone before Liam comes in and sees what you’re doing.”

  Brian sighed and released her nipples after one more, sharp pinch.“Alright, if you insist.”

  He withdrew both hands from her bodice, and Sarah was about to breathe a sigh of relief when she felt him lifting up the back of her skirt. Her eyes widened with alarm.“Brian! What are you doing?”

  “You said to leave your breasts alone, so I’m going to play with your other parts.”

  He tucked the hem of her skirt into the dish towel around her waist, leaving her entire backside exposed. Sarah gasped and reached to release her skirt, but she groaned because her hands were covered in sticky dough.

  “Put my skirt down!” she wailed.

  “I don’t want to,” Brian said with a grin. He leaned near and growled in her ear.“I want you, my angel. Do you want to deny me my pleasure?”

  He held her still with an arm around her waist while he nibbled her ear and caressed her bottom. Even through her pantalets, the heat of his palm seared her skin. Sarah felt her cheeks flood with color. She could feel her traitorous clit throbbing between her thighs.

  “Oh no, Brian. I don’t want to deny you, but if you’ll just wait until tonight …”

  “No. I want you now. I don’t want to wait.”

  His continued to caress her bottom with one hand, while his other hand stole around to her front to pinch her clit through her pantalets. He grinned when she gasped and involuntarily ground her mound against his hand trying to relieve the ache he was creating.

  Sarah was trying desperately to cling to her sanity. The pleasure Brian was giving was overwhelming, but she couldn’t forget where they were. She was terrified that Liam would come through the door and catch them. She again tried to reach her skirt to pull it down, despite the fact that her fingers were coated with flour and sticky dough.

  “Please, Brian. We can’t do this right now. Now, put my skirt back down before you make me get it dirty,” she pleaded.

  Brian grasped her wrists and plunged her hands none too gently into the dough on the table. He frowned at her in warning.

  “If you don’t want your skirt to get dirty, then keep your hands on the table where they belong,” he growled menacingly. “Raise them off the table again, and I’ll have to punish you.”

  His breath was hot against her ear, and his voice was firm and commanding. He released her wrists and resumed his wicked caresses.

  “Brian,” she gasped. Her voice was beginning to rise in panic.“Brian, you can’t do this. Liam is going to walk through that door any second, and he’ll see me in my pantalets!”

  “I wouldn’t want him to see your pantalets,” Brian murmured with a grin.“Let’s take them off.”

  He tugged the drawstring loose and her pantalets dropped into a puddle around her ankles. Sarah gasped, blushing even brighter red. She started to reach for them, and Brian slapped her hard on her naked bottom, leaving a large red imprint of his hand on her ivory skin.

  “Brian!” she shrieked. Her eyes were as wide as saucers as she stared at him in astonishment.

  Once again, he grasped her wrists and plunged her hands into the dough on the table.

  “That was just a warning, Sarah. I said to keep your hands on the table, where they belong. Move them again, and you’ll get a real spanking.”

  Brian’s voice was even more menacing and uncompromising than before, and Sarah gulped as she gaped at him. She was beginning to panic, because he showed no signs of stopping his wicked play. She was mortified that Liam would open the door at any moment. Recovering from her moment of stunned surprise, she gave him her sternest frown.

  “Brian McKenzie, that’s quite enough!” She started to reach for her pantalets.“I’m not going to stand here and let you … Ouch!” Brian landed an equally hard slap on the opposite side of her bottom, and she squealed.“That hurts!” she gasped.“How dare you … ouch!”

  Brian began spanking her in earnest, smiling as she squirmed and squealed. He held her easily, pinned against the table with one arm around her waist, as he spanked her lush bottom until it was red and fiery hot to the touch.

  She struggled for all she was worth, raining curses on his head as she threatened him with retribution. Brian only spanked her harder. He was thoroughly enjoying the sharp slapping noise and the way the smooth ivory globes bounced as her bottom turned pink and then eventually a deep, fiery red. He kept on until she stopped struggling, and quite a while longer for the pure enjoyment of spanking her.

  Sarah cried softly, yelping each time he landed another hard slap on her burning bottom. She began to realize that she was becoming more and more aroused with each blow, and her face began to burn as brightly as her bottom. She would never admit it, but being controlled by him thrilled her. Every smack of his hand emphasized her vulnerability. She sobbed even louder. She was mortified by the thought that Brian might soon realize that she was actually enjoying what he was doing.

  When Brian was finally satisfied, he smoothed his hand over her bottom, soothing the blistered globes with calming strokes. He loved that she tried so hard to be a good girl. He had thoroughly enjoyed her struggles, making her eventual submission that much sweeter.

  “That’s better,” he growled in her ear, admiring her dark red derriere.“Now keep your hands where they belong, and I won’t have to spank you anymore.”

  “You’re a brute,” she sniffed, drawing in shaky breaths.“I can’t believe you’re doing this.”

  Brian grinned, still stroking her bottom.“Sarah, you know how much I love your hot rolls.” He gave her sore bottom another sharp smack, chuckling when she yelped and squirmed from the burn.“And there’s nothing better than a fresh hot bun with butter.”

  He reached around her and smeared his fingers into the pot of butter on the table, lifting a large glob and showing it to her. Sarah’s eyes widened and she gulped.

  “Mmmm,” he purred, smearing the butter onto her bottom while she squirmed and whined. When he had covered her entire bottom with greasy butter, he grinned.“That looks absolutely mouth watering, my naughty angel.”

  “What are you doing?” she gasped, twisting to see over her shoulder.

  Brian knelt down behind her, gripped her thighs to hold her steady, and began licking the globes of her bottom. His tongue was both delightfully soothing and sinfully stimulating as he licked every inch of her burning bottom. Every once in a while, he nipped her buttocks with his sharp teeth.

  Sarah moaned and shrieked, trembled and tensed. She was torn between the pleasure he was forcing on her and the fear of being caught. She clutched her fingers into the sticky dough and squeezed her eyes shut, trying to ignore the throbbing between her thighs. She sobbed, thinking that she couldn’t resist for much longer, and she had to make Brian stop.

  “Please, Brian. Please, I’m begging you. Liam is going to catch us. You have to stop, please.”

  Brian ig
nored her and kept lapping the butter off her bottom. He savored every inch of her delectable bottom, licking her with firm strokes of his tongue.

  “Brian, please,” she sobbed.“Please stop.”

  “I’ll make you a deal,” Brian murmured, nipping her bottom sharply and grinning when she yelped.“If your pussy is dry, I’ll stop. If it’s wet, I’ll continue.”

  Sarah sobbed in earnest, knowing very well that she was sopping wet. She could feel her clit throbbing and aching and there was a steady trickle of fluid running down her inner thighs. She tried to keep her legs squeezed together when Brian inserted a hand between her thighs and nudged gently.

  He slapped her bottom harshly, and she squealed and danced. She resisted until he gave her an even harder slap before finally loosening her thighs in defeat. Brian held her pantalets down with his knee and pressed her legs apart, forcing her to step out of her underwear in the process. She moaned, knowing that her womanly flesh was fully exposed.

  “You don’t need those right now,” Brian said, as he tossed her pantalets aside.“Now, open your legs wider and let me see your lovely, wet pussy.”

  Sarah complied with a gulp. She was secretly thrilled by his demands. She had never felt so desirable. And yet, he continued to deliberately embarrass her, highlighting her own wanton responses to his indecent activities.

  “What do we have here?” Brian asked with a wicked chuckle. He stroked her swollen folds, laughing again when her copious fluid began to run down his fingers.“There’s gravy to go with the rolls.” He met her eye and licked her juices off his finger with a devilish grin.

  Sarah’s face felt like it was on fire with the heat of her blush. She clenched her thighs tightly together in mortification. He just had to keep embarrassing her. She wouldn’t stand for it anymore.

  “Open your legs again, Sarah.”

  “No!” She shook her head defiantly.

  “Sarah,” he growled menacingly, “open your legs.”