Rogue: The Sons of Dusty Walker

by Hunter, Sable

  Rogue arched his back, his hips thrusting upward, his balls wound tighter than a top. White hot electric ecstasy radiated up his body from his cock. “Baby, let go unless you want a mouth full of…”

  She didn’t let go, if anything she concentrated more – holding him tighter, sucking him harder, giving him incredible mind-blowing pleasure. “Kit!” His hand shot out and gripped her hair, his fingers threading in the curls, holding her tight. His resolve shattered. Rogue could feel the climax rising from his sac, flowing into his cock.

  Whether he held her or not made no difference, she wasn’t letting go. She doubled her efforts—sucking, laving, tongue dancing on the end, slipping into the little slit so she could drink his very essence. Kit wanted him to cum, she wanted him to be blown away, she wanted to absorb everything about him into her very soul.

  With a harsh cry, he exploded, his cock jerked, throbbed, then his release spurted into her mouth. Kit accepted it, the taste unlike anything she’d expected—sultry, salty, all man. She whimpered and tried to draw more from him, her lips and tongue massaging the head as she milked him dry of every drop.

  Seeing him orgasm, watching Rogue lose himself in what she’d done was glorious. Her whole body was prickly with arousal and heat. She wanted to slide up his body and rub on him like a cat. Her clit was pulsing and her sex ached. Even though she’d never had it, Kit knew she was craving sex…and only Rogue could satisfy her.

  Wanting more and not knowing what to do, Kit sat up, her hands moving over her own body – cupping her breasts and rubbing her swollen nipples. “Rogue, please,” she begged.

  “Down.” He reversed their positions, covering her. He said nothing, but bowed his head to her breasts and began to suck the sensitive flesh—his mouth on one breast and his fingers on the other. Kit writhed beneath his touch. She threw a leg over his and canted her hips, desperately trying to rub her clit against him.

  He was voracious, his mouth wide, devouring as much of her tit as he could take in his mouth—his tongue, teeth and lips giving her mindless ecstasy. “Rogue, yes, God yes!” Her arms went up and her hands moved over his back feverishly. Kit was enthralled, her whole body on fire.

  Rogue was determined to gift her in equal measure. His hands moved to her ass and he lifted, burying his face between her thighs.

  “Rogue!” she screamed as he feasted, licking a fiery path up her slit, teasing her clit before thrusting his tongue deep into the tight hot channel of her femininity. She tossed her head, her body floundering until he held her still, lifting one leg over his shoulder as he ate her out, fucking her deep with his tongue.

  Kit was out of her mind. She couldn’t be still. If Rogue didn’t hold her, she was going to slip over the very edge of the world. Never had she known such ecstasy existed. What he’d done to her in Texas had been perfect…but this—this was beyond any rapture she could conceive. There was only one other thing she wanted…

  “You,” she panted. “I need you. Now. Please.”

  “Not yet,” he murmured as his head moved high enough to capture her clit between his lips. And—God in heaven! - when he sucked on it, Kit’s world exploded. She wanted to cry out, but she couldn’t. Her whole world condensed down to that one euphoric point where his lips touched her body.

  Rogue worked her clit with his tongue and held on. He could feel her thrashing, convulsing. Spasms shook her body and he lapped at her until she went limp. He moved up her body and began to kiss her. “Breathe, baby, breathe.”

  She tried. She’d almost blacked out from the sheer bliss he’d given her. Rolling into him, she clung, her hands caressing his shoulders and chest. “I still need you,” Kit whispered. “I want to know what it’s like…”

  Rogue grabbed for his pants. “Condom.”

  Kit stopped him. “No, I want my first time to be just you. I’m safe. I’m on the pill, please.”

  He heard her. His cock voted yes and his brain wasn’t working.

  “I want to feel you, just you. I want to know what it’s like when you fill me up.”

  Rogue looked into her pleading face. “I don’t do commitment, Kit, and I never want kids. You’ve got to understand.”

  He hadn’t said it before, but she’d always known. He was a Rogue, in name and in deed. He’d never be anything else. “I know. I understand. I still want you.”

  Groaning, Rogue gave in. “You’ll be the death of me, Kit.” He rose over her and she opened her legs wide. Pressing the head of his cock at her opening, he began to work his way in.

  Kit gasped at the feeling. He was so big—hot, pulsing. Her heart almost stopped as he pushed in the tip. Fuck, he was big. Burning. Stretching. He pushed her legs up, spreading her wider and she raised her head so she could see the miracle of their joining.

  Rogue closed his eyes and undulated his hips, gradually letting her pussy suck his cock up inside of her. It hurt. It felt good. She wanted to ask him to stop and beg him to continue. Years of just being female with her monthly flow and using a vibrator had left her only a technical virgin. Nothing had ever felt like this. Greedily she lifted her hips, worked her muscles and tried to ensure he went nowhere but deeper.

  “Good?” Rogue chuckled. “You like fucking me, don’t you?”

  “Yes. More!” She was completely unashamed.

  Putting his hands on her knees, he opened her up even farther. She was creaming, her juices coating his cock. “God, just look at you. I love this.” He drew out, then thrust back in, making her gasp. “It feels so good.”

  The in and out motions were taking her higher. Each thrust bumped her clit and she found herself anticipating, countering her movements to match his. “Fuck me, Rogue,” she encouraged. If this was all she’d have of him – she wanted as much as she could get. “Harder!”

  Rogue let go. He drove into her as far as he could – pulled out – drove back. He fucked her hard and deep. Kit held on to his forearms, her nails marking him.

  Tossing her head, she let the pleasure swamp her. Harder. Deeper. Relentlessly, Rogue took her. Pounding into her female flesh, giving her what she was born to accept. The need didn’t let up, it grew. Wanting, needing more, she pressed up, begging him to impale her – bury his cock inside her aching, hungry pussy over and over again until it happened—a tightening, rippling, growing, consuming fire that froze her. Her pussy clamped down on him as her mind and soul tore from her body and she flew – free from the chains of uncertainty that had kept her bound to the past. Her cries mingled with his as he pushed himself deep and held there. Kit could feel the warm jets of his cum bathe her secret places and she quivered as a fresh release exploded from within.

  Rogue was knocked on his ass. He was having a hard time comprehending what he was feeling. Whether it was coming inside of her – all that bare flesh sliding against one another – or if it was just Kit herself, he didn’t know. He came down over her, wrapping his arms around her and holding her close, absorbing the echoes of her climax. “Easy, baby.”

  While he cradled Kit, offering her a safe haven to anchor after the storm of their passion, Rogue wondered at his own emotions. Confused. Flummoxed. He didn’t know what he was feeling. This was different and he wasn’t comfortable with different. He didn’t bond, yet he refused to entertain the notion that this wouldn’t happen again—and again.

  “Thank you,” she breathed, her lips warm against his skin.

  “Rest,” he urged. “We’ll get up and talk in a bit, but we’re worn out right now. Let me hold you. Rest.”

  She didn’t need much convincing, Kit felt warmer and safer than she’d ever been. The chance to sleep in Rogue’s arms wasn’t something she was willing to pass up. So, she cuddled next to him while he pulled up the covers and in a few short moments, she knew no more.

  Rogue’s mind wouldn’t let him sleep. He’d only told her half the story. When dawn came, he had the unsavory job of telling her there was another lien on the property. White-Wing was not in the free and clear. She wasn’t
going to be happy about it. And despite the self-knowledge of his limitations concerning relationships and commitment, he had no intention of letting her fight this battle alone.

  While she needed him, Kit Ross had a champion.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Kit opened one eye. A beam of sunlight was filtering through her curtains. She buried her face in the pillow, rubbing her cheek against the fabric. It smelled good – different. In fact, she felt different. There were places on her body that felt tingly. Wiggling beneath the covers, her nipples rubbed against the sheet and her breath hitched. They were sore, a good kind of sore. Other places on her body felt…touched. An ache between her legs had her hand moving down to feel what might be different—and then it hit her.

  Everything was different.

  She was no longer a virgin. And…

  Rogue had slept in her bed.

  She sat straight up, eyes wide, taking in the wrinkled but empty bed. Was he gone? Had she dreamed it? Jumping from the bed, she hurried to the bathroom, took care of business and hastily pulled on jeans and a T-shirt.

  Padding down the stairs, she frowned. If this was a hit and run, she’d track that handsome hunk down and kill him. But by the time she reached the bottom of the stairs, she could smell coffee. “Rogue?”

  “In here.”

  She crept through the door a bit hesitantly. Mornings after weren’t in her realm of experience.

  Rogue hadn’t been up long. He’d awakened with an angel nestled against him. All he’d wanted to do was kiss Kit awake and find solace for his aching cock between her sweet thighs.

  But he’d refrained, getting up to take himself out of temptation’s way.

  Now that she was near, however, there was no way he was going to keep his hands to himself. She was dressed, but her face still held that ‘dreamy just risen from sleep, well-fucked look’. As far as looks went, this one had to be his favorite. She’d just stepped through the door when he nabbed her, pulling her close and covering her mouth with his before she could make a hint of a protest.

  Kit melted into his arms like butter on a warm biscuit. She hadn’t realized how much she’d missed waking up without him until every inch of her responded in its own way—parts of her were tingling, others, like her nipples, were hardening, and yet others, like her sex and her lips, were softening and readying themselves for his possession.

  Because that’s what he’d done last night—he’d possessed her. He might not want to keep her, but she was his for the asking.

  “Morning, sunshine.” He hugged her. “Ready for some coffee?”

  Coffee was a poor second for what she really wanted, but she wasn’t sure enough of herself to start making demands from Rogue Walker. “Yes, you should have got me up. I would’ve cooked breakfast for you.”

  “Already done.” He fanned his hand toward the table where a couple of plates of eggs and bacon sat waiting, still warm. “I drove into Red Creek and stopped in at the Creekside Café. I’ve got to get used to this place. Next week is my turn at Dusty’s place.”

  She settled at her table and took a nibble of toast. “Are you excited?”

  Rogue sat across from her, took a swig of orange juice and considered what she said. “Maybe. I have a lot of questions.” He smiled. “I saw one of my brothers this morning. Killian’s his name. He’s originally from Montana.”

  “What did he say?” Kit was curious. She was trying not to stare. How did he look so good first thing in the morning? She probably had pillow creases on her face and puffy eyes. Rogue looked like sex on a stick in tight jeans, a tighter white western shirt and that sexy leather vest she wanted to rub up against.

  Rogue laughed. “Oh, he didn’t see me. I didn’t stop, I just saw him heading into the Mineral office as I passed by on my way to the café.” Shaking his head, he admitted, “I’m not much on family. It’s been my mother and me for all of my life and adding to our small circle goes against my grain.”

  Kit smiled at him weakly. “Yea, so you said. No commitment. No children.”

  A little uncomfortable, he added, “I just don’t want there to be any—”

  Interjecting, Kit finished his sentence. “Misunderstanding, yea, me too.” She shook her fork at him. “I know exactly how you feel. I have plans that don’t include a white picket fence and baby diapers.” Even as she spoke, Kit knew half of what she was saying was some type of defense mechanism.

  “I see,” Rogue said, a little surprised that her response didn’t sit really well with him. But it did open the door for a topic change that he’d been dreading. Taking a deep breath, he pushed back his plate. “We need to talk.”

  Four words that never bode well. “Okay.” Kit straightened up in her chair. “What’s wrong?” Was it about last night? “If you’re worried about the no condom thing, I’m on the pill. I have been for years.”

  Shaking his head, he stopped her. “No, it’s about White-Wing and the note.”

  “Oh.” Well, that stopped her in her tracks. “If you want it back, I could understand. Your gesture was too generous for words.” Insecurities began to assault her. He’d given her a gift and she’d slept with him in return. What did that make her?

  “No, no.” Rogue took a paper out of his pocket. “This is something else entirely.”

  Kit wouldn’t let it go. “I intend to pay you back. Just as soon as I get some advertising out and get my guest list built up, I should be fine. Since I don’t have to sell the horses right away, I can pick and choose a buyer and not have to take a low-ball offer.”

  “Stop.” Rogue felt like he was about to kick a puppy. She was so optimistic. “Before I show you this, I want to tell you that you aren’t alone. We’re friends now.” Friends. Hell, he didn’t feel like her friend. He felt like a heck of a lot more. “I will help you.”

  Help? Why did she need help? “I thought everything was okay.” A sense of panic hit her. “What are you talking about?”

  Not knowing anything else to do, Rogue just plunged in. “When my lawyer was checking into Dusty’s affairs and some of my company’s business, I also had him look at the note.” He saw Kit swallow, like she was preparing herself for the worst. “He ran a title search on White-Wing and he found there was another lien against the property other than what I turned back over to you.”

  “How?” Kit’s voice came out in a croak. “How much? Who?” She moved to the edge of her chair. “Dad never told me anything about another note.”

  “It wasn’t your dad who borrowed money against the place. Again, it’s not the homestead, it’s the acreage. The note is in your mother’s name, but I’m sure your stepfather is behind it.”

  Kit felt sick. “How much?” she asked again.

  “What’s owing on it is close to a hundred thousand. The payments are three months behind and there is a balloon payment due in five months.”

  Wham! She felt like she’d been run over by a freight train. “I can’t believe Mother agreed to this.” Covering her face in her hands, she remembered Sheila saying she’d signed papers not really knowing what they were. “How in the world can I survive?”

  “Don’t worry.” Rogue covered her hand. “I’m going to help you. We’ll go see the banker and try to come to terms. First, we’ll look over your books and see what income you’ve got coming in and see what you have to do – then I’ll help you do it.”

  Kit stared at him. She didn’t understand. “Why would you be willing to help me?”

  Rogue searched for words that could explain what he didn’t fully understand himself. “My life hasn’t necessarily been easy and I can understand feeling like you don’t have control over your own destiny. Right now, I don’t have a lot of cash. My assets aren’t liquid and most of my worth is future instead of present, but that’s going to change soon.”

  Suddenly the topic of conversation was making her uneasy. “I’m not going to accept anything else from you. I don’t even want to accept what you’ve already given me.”

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sp; Realizing he was losing her, he decided to talk fast. “I told you I’d come on your property and do an evaluation.” Rogue held up his hand. “While I don’t expect to find oil, maybe I can help you come up with a plan.”

  “Sorry, I can’t think straight.” With a frustrated huff, Kit got up and paced across the kitchen.

  She was playing with the hem of her shirt, feeling the threads and every step she took, Rogue got a glimpse of her tanned firm midriff.

  “You’re thinking too hard. Come here.” He reached out for her. “I told you, I’m going to help you.”

  A flash of anger hit Kit. “You don’t owe me anything! Just because I heard you spouting off about my lack of looks and sex appeal doesn’t mean you have to take care of me now!”

  “Dammit!” Rogue’s hand flashed out and took her arm, pulling Kit to him. “Are you ever going to let me forget that?”

  She was right up in his face and the heat of their bodies drew them like charged magnets. “I don’t accept charity and my favors…are not for sale!” Kit sputtered out the words, determined to make her point despite the way her traitorous body was reacting.

  “Charity? Favors?” Rogue sat down in his chair and spun her across his lap.

  By the time Kit realized what was happening, she was lying face down across his wide thighs, looking at the floor. “What in the hell do you think you’re doing? Let me up!”

  “Nope.” Rogue’s hand settled on her bottom and he rubbed sensuously, across both cheeks.

  Kit felt her pussy flood with heat. “No! Let me up!”

  “Can’t do that.” Rogue kept up his erotic exploration, even dipping between her legs to rub her vagina. “Damn, you’re hot. I can feel your wet heat through this denim.”