A stunned scream burst from Kylie’s lips as he slung her over his lap with such ease she stilled for an instant. “No!” she shrieked when she realized his intention. He was about to spank her.
Trapped between his huge torso and the saddle horn, she struggled, attempting like a wild thing to roll and twist away from him. Shit, if she thought his thighs were rock hard before, now they felt like steel, except they were turn-her-on hot.
And, why oh why, did he have to smell so leathery and piney good? What? Had he ridden through the TV screen straight from the Ponderosa ranch in Bonanza? Kylie tried not to inhale.
Noticing his horse stood still as a statue beneath her, Kylie knew she couldn’t halt the inevitable.
Like a shock wave, his enormous hand landed on the fullest part of her butt. Staggered, Kylie stopped breathing. Pain spread over her ass cheeks. A split second later, firecrackers of anger exploded inside her, and she screamed with utter fury.
He slapped her butt again, another hard blow. Kylie yelled her lungs out as the nasty stinging radiated over her cheeks. She didn’t stop howling with rage as the pain lessened. Why didn’t someone come help her? What did a girl have to do?
Keeping her pinned as if she was nothing but fluff, he spanked her. The flat of his hand covered her entire butt and Kylie cried out with the excruciating pain from the three sharp blows he delivered. Tears sprang from between her eyelids. What was wrong with people around here? Why wouldn’t anyone help her?
“Enough?” he demanded, his tone guttural.
God help her, was the man turned on? She swore she heard it in his voice, even if his stupid penis wasn’t poking at her. Yet.
“Fucking bastard,” she spat between her heaving pants.
He growled something incomprehensible.
“There’s a special hell for people like you!” Kylie’s blood burned like wildfire through her veins. She ached to tear a hunk out of his beefcake flesh with her teeth.
“Not enough?”
His voice reminded Kylie of pouring black smoke. In anticipation of his strike, she let loose with a high-pitched scream. His palm slammed against her ass, then walloped her above the apex of her thighs.
In a moment that seemed to halt time, everything changed. A jolt of raw desire took over her sex. There was no fighting it. All she wanted was his cock plunging in and out of her.
Her pussy sweltered with pure need as it never had before. He continued whipping her butt while her desperate sex opened in complete invitation.
Unable to stifle the scorch of need possessing her, Kylie clenched her eyelids and tried to pray. Consumed, with no relief, she silently moaned. If she’d known him, she would have been begging him to do her.
P-l-e-a-s-e, do her for a long, long time. Oh God, she blazed beyond control. Even her breasts swelled, wanton for anything he wanted to do to them, anything and everything, please, oh, yes, yes, yes…
Kylie ceased to care who or what he was, or that he kidnapped her. She ached to be on all fours, her reddened ass presented to him in the most erotic way she could manage. His huge hands would grab her hips and he would thrust into her sex relentlessly with that monster-sized cock… oh. God, please!
He stopped spanking her, hoarsely uttering a word she didn’t understand. Kylie keened inside, her pussy pleading, even more desperate for the thick engorged shaft that pressed into her waist with a strength she mentally described as fucking formidable.
In the silence, all she heard was her own ragged pants.
His hand sank into her hair. With his fingers gripping ruthlessly, he hauled her upward. His lips captured hers in a kiss that ground their mouths together and made her effing crazed. She seized his neck with her arms, kissing him back like a lioness in heat. That’s how she felt, every inch of her, a sleek lioness wanting her mate.
He roved his hands over her back with a passion new to her from a man. At the same time, he gradually lessened the scalding heat of their fierce kiss. Kylie fought against him, wanting only to continue. Still, she yielded to his masterful mouth because he made it so amazingly pleasurable.
He didn’t say anything as their lips gently parted. He merely wrapped one great big muscley arm around her and cradled her tight against him. Picking up the reins, he urged his horse forward.
Kylie felt weightless inside and knew it was from the ecstatic shock of their mutual passion and from being captured. She was captured, no doubt about it. The constant throb of her beaten butt proved it over and over.
In her peripheral vision, she watched her car disappear from view. What the hell had she done? Only she hadn’t done anything. Her body had gone animalistic, utterly rogue on her. She’d become unbelievably carnal, all over a spanking and a kiss she wished she could repeat, indulge in forever.
My car keys, she remembered. What the fuck, what did it matter now if her car was stolen, all her earthly possessions gone? She was being abducted by the sexiest cowboy ever—and being taken God knows where.
A primitive voice whispered inside her. Maybe he’ll spank you again and give you one long hard bucking ride.
Chapter Seven
Rambunctious Sparks
Dillon roared inside. Dang, if he didn’t feel like a bear during mating season. His cock, heavy as a rain-saturated log, claimed her thigh. His swollen balls endured the chafing of his denims.
God Almighty, he wanted carnal possession of the woman he now considered his wife. Kylie, that was her first name. At least that was the name she’d given Craig, who had been Johnny-on the spot about contacting him.
Craig had included a video shot of her, and Dillon had nearly busted through his zipper right then and there. He’d downed an inhibiting tonic fast as all get out, then saddled and bridled Diamond in record time.
With one eye, he peered down at her face, worried. No two ways about it, shock etched her gorgeous features. She was probably too pale, his little wildcat woman. Though, it was hard to tell since they left the gas station’s illumination behind.
The scent of her arousal still swamped him, sultry and hot as the south Texas beaches. He’d only meant to punish her enough to make her obey so he could ride the trail safely with her. He hadn’t expected to unbridle her womanly passions.
Hell to heaven, he hadn’t expected lips like that on a woman. She’d kissed him as if she could infuse her wanton fires into him. Not that he was complaining. In fact, part of him was having a damn joy fest, the part that wasn’t cranky as a denied bull.
“Home.” He reined Diamond, one of his best trail-riding mares, toward the two-story sized boulder marking the entry point for the high elevation trail that led back to his ranch.
Used to carrying heavy packs, the tough mare wouldn’t find Kylie’s weight a hardship. Diamond would set her own pace unless he asked more of her. Moving beyond the boulder, the mare waited until the LED lights on her bridle lit up the hard dirt path, then eased into a comfortable ground-eating trot.
The first quarter mile of the trail was mostly flat, curving toward a steeper, more rugged incline later. Around him, the stirrings of the wild critters didn’t stop. They were used to the comings and goings of his brothers and the other homesteading ranchers that used this particular trail on a regular basis. Not many.
Dillon and his brothers liked it that way because it was easier to keep watch for enemies headed in their direction, and the life suited their natures.
When she squirmed a bit, Dillon glanced down. “Something wrong?’
“Yeah.” She hesitated and released a sharp breath. “My butt hurts.”
Dillon couldn’t halt a couple of rumbling chuckles. “My hand is stinging, if that helps.”
“It doesn’t.” Her voice was a dead-aim at him.
“I have a container of salve. When we stop for a rest, I’ll apply some on your beautiful posterior.”
“I’d rather do it.”
Her obvious fear of him quelled her sharp tongue of before.
He supposed women in her Ear
th dimension weren’t handled the way he’d done. Dillon comforted himself with the thought that she would adjust given the rambunctious sparks between them. “Maybe. If you behave.”
She stilled like a stalked rabbit, and he could barely see the burning blush staining her cheeks. Dillon didn’t think she was a virgin, but he also didn’t think she was particularly experienced with men, either. “Diamond will slow to a walk fairly soon.”
“Diamond?” she squeaked. “Your horse.”
“Diamond is her name.” Dillon repositioned her a little, for the sake of her ass and his arm.
“Why are you kidnapping me on a horse?” Curiosity and defiance shone like tiny blazes in her eyes as their gazes met.
“It’s the only way to get up to the ranch unless you want to hike on foot.”
“Are you kidding?” The astonishment on her face tickled him.
“No horses where you’re from?”
“What?” she sassed. “Don’t you have one of those big ole camouflage pickup trucks?”
Dillon decided resilience must be his new wife’s middle name. That, or she figured she had nothing left to lose by baiting him. “Dash has one he’ll be glad to take you for a ride in, just to show you off.”
“Dash?”
“Daschel, actually. He’s my younger brother.”
She froze in his arms, quick as water tossed outside in the middle of winter. “Younger brother,” she murmured.
Dillon decided real fast, he’d steer clear of mentioning his brothers for a while. She probably hadn’t come from a dimension where women were scarce in Texas. He knew from researching other women’s stories, those called Arrivals, that his Texas was unique, so far. “Ever ride a horse?”
“As a kid, I rode a neighbor’s pony, then took riding lessons for one summer.” She peeked up at him, her face sweet as pecan pie to his eye. “Why am I even talking to you?”
“Don’t you talk to men?” Dillon figured it was his best tact. His little filly woman had a helluva temper and would fly her hooves at him at the drop of a hat. Lusty fun in the bedroom, but not on the trail.
“Men, yes. Abductors, no.”
After glaring at him, she lapsed into a silence, shrinking inside his embrace.
“Cold?” he asked several minutes later. “I have a blanket to wrap you in.”
“My posterior isn’t cold.” Her tone sliced him like a hunter’s blade.
“I’ll take that answer as a no. If you change your mind, just ask.”
She shook her head a bit, her short thick hair waving, lovely as a mane. Once her hair grew out, she’d be even more attractive to him and his brothers, though Dillon doubted she could ever be more beautiful than now.
It’d been way too long in comin’. Yet, here she was, the woman who lived in his dreams and starred like an actress in his most carnal fantasies. He’d already thanked the Lord Above several times, and he planned on continuing.
“Isn’t your horse going to get tired?” She crossed her arms tightly, her lips compressed.
“Diamond will let me know if she gets too tired.”
Several deer bolted across the trail ahead of them, momentarily breaking his mare’s stride. Startled, Kylie jerked in his arms. “It’s okay. Lots of frisky deer ’round here. And the dangerous critters know to stay away from my rifle.”
“You have a rifle?” She recoiled, her eyes pools of fright.
“In my saddlebag, right now. I keep the stock within easy reach. ’Round here, a man always carries a firearm for protection. So do women,” he added as an afterthought. “Do you know how to shoot?”
She shook her head no, and remained mute. Yet, he’d spied a glimmer in her eyes, suggesting that might not be the whole truth.
“Once we get to know one another, I’ll teach you.”
His wife stared at him as if he’d suddenly grown two heads. Beneath them, Diamond settled into a long-swinging walk.
“After a while, you’re not gonna be thinking about shootin’ me in the back,” he teased, but only partially.
“Why couldn’t you have just asked me out on a date?” she blurted out.
“Date?” Dillon hitched his brows. “Oh, you mean like courtin’ used to be done.”
“It’s not done that way here…anymore?” she asked, timid and disbelieving.
“Might as well let you know now. You crossed a divide into another dimension.”
“Shit, you are crazy.”
“Women don’t say that word here. Neither do men, mostly.”
Her chin stuck out a mile. “What word? Crazy?”
“Just warnin’ you, little thang. That word is certain to earn you a punishment you won’t care for.”
He watched her clamp her lips, then blush a fiery red. It was why he hadn’t threatened her with another butt blistering, and why his breeding flesh jerked to attention. Dang, his body surely enjoyed her soft rounded curves.
Long moments later, she wiggled restlessly. “You said Three Star Republic of Texas.”
“Yep, Texas is an independent nation here. You’re probably from a dimension where Texas is part of the Union or fighting against the Union.”
He felt her ponder. “How do you know about dimensions? Okay, I admit I believe in the possibility, especially after listening to Dr. Michio Kaku on a radio show.”
“The Dr. Michio Kaku who is a time traveler?” Dillon felt pleased as a porcupine at her high intelligence. Conversing with his brothers on some topics was like spittin’ into a whirlwind. While their level of intellect matched his, their interest in certain subjects remained nil.
“Here he’s a time traveler?”
“Here, he’s the inventor of a television type device that views the past. Every moment has a unique frequency like coordinates. He’s perfecting the invention, last I heard tell.”
Her mouth fell open, but she snapped it shut quickly and regarded him.
“You’re not the first person to cross over at Craig’s fill-up station. There’s some sort of slit in the energy fabric between parallel worlds, or dimensions.”
Dillon listened to his little wildcat’s silence. Leaning forward, he assisted Diamond, her pace slowing as she climbed a steep incline on the trail. About fifty feet in length, it led to another flatter section that went on for a good long distance.
Instinctively, his wife clutched at his chest, nearly burying her face in his shoulder. She balanced naturally against him, and Dillon counted it a blessing she knew about riding horses.
Lunging forward at the end of incline, Diamond jumped to the top and soon settled into a running-walk. Dillon took the opportunity to bring Kylie flush against him so her legs dangled on either side of the saddle.
His problem, her delectable breasts rubbed against his chest and her nipples grew, poking him despite the layers of material between them.
“I need a pillow,” she muttered. Tentatively, she wrapped her arms around his neck, then pulled herself into a different position. The tension of her body changed immediately, and she tightened herself against him. “What were you doing? Lurking around the station so you could rope some poor unsuspecting victim?”
“I need a wife.”
“You? You need a wife.” Disbelief and condemnation rang in her voice.
Dillon took the plunge. “Women are scare here. It’s not that way where you’re from, is it?”
She considered her answer while trying to keep her ass in minimal contact with the saddle. “Can’t you get a mail-order bride?”
“Nope. There are constant border conflicts.”
“Your Texas is at war?” Trepidation suppressed her voice to the softness of a breeze.
“Not at war. The Union forces are always looking for ways to hinder our progress as a nation.”
“You say the Union, do you mean the United States of America?”
“Here, the US of A was dissolved about twenty years ago. A lot of states demanded secession. A new coalition called the Union of States was formed. It t
urned out to be a front for the same bandits who corrupted the United States government.”
Dillon anchored one arm around her, and reached inside one of his saddlebags. “This might help.” He eased the bedroll beneath her butt.
After testing it out, she rested more of weight on her sweet ass. He heard her tiny sigh of relief.
“Are there jails here?” she asked.
Her sudden trembling threw him for a loop. Dillon longed to ask what was wrong but figured she probably wouldn’t confide in him. “Women don’t go to jail here.”
“Why is that?”
Dillon knew she wouldn’t favor his answer, he said it anyway. “There’s always a man willin’ to take charge and keep her as his wife.”
“Oh.” Her warm breath feathered the hollow of his neck. And damn if he didn’t feel a rush of blazing need. More than that, he just plain liked it.
“I was in jail.” Her whisper was so low he barely heard her above Diamond’s steadily thudding hoofs.
“Jail?”
“I’ve been on the road for over twenty-four hours…escaping.”
Dillon’s ears perked up like a stud viewing his favorite mare. He waited a beat before asking, “What happened?”
“Grow lights.”
“Grow lights?”
“For plants. I was growing plants beneath them.”
“You were in jail for growing plants?” Dillon’s head circled like a windmill as he tried to grasp what she told him.
It sounded purely crazy.
“I was put in a jail cell because they, the police, wanted to frame me for growing a plant I wasn’t growing.”
“What plant is that?”
“Marijuana,” she meekly answered.
Dillon threw his head back, guffawing loudly before he repressed his funny bone.
“What’s so freaking hilarious about that?” She pounded one little fist on his chest.
“That’s one of Texas’s black-market exports, both Mary Jane and Hemp. Brings in tons o’ gold and silver coins. You’d more likely be thrown in jail for not growing Mary Jane. It’s used as a lifesaving medicine here.” Dillon lightly ran his hands over her back. “Sure you’re not cold. Gets chillier the higher we go.”
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