by Beck, J. L.
He gave himself a stroke and let out that sexy groan of his.
With rounded eyes, Kanda stared. He’s gone crazy. He’s actually fondling himself in front of me? Without thought, her mouth opened to make a snarky remark out loud.
CRAM! Another mouthful of eggs was shoved into her mouth. She spluttered and swallowed.
Wade’s chuckle followed.
Her eyes shot up to his face. Dammit, he keeps one step ahead of me!
Wade nodded his head. Then lowered his hand into his jeans again.
Her eyes betrayed her and shot right down to his crotch like they were made of metal and his hand was the magnet.
He tugged that bad boy right out of its jean cave.
His hard long length stood out right there in front of her. Again, shock gave way to natural gawking. He is just so well formed, long thick and smooth. She started remembering some of the positions they’d done where that tool had—
CRAM! More breakfast was shoved into her mouth. This time, she swallowed it quickly and forgot she was holding out as she stared at that lovely length of him. Yes, in the shower or out on the pasture when he teased and taunted and I went up in a ball of flaming smoke.
He let out a soft sensual sigh and gave his length a slow languid stroke.
Oh—God almighty, he just had to make that sound! Her tongue came out and she licked her lower lip in anticipation as her panties were beyond soaked now. The man was just standing there at her eye level with his cock standing straight out. So close…so—
CRAM! Again, with a mouthful of pancakes this time, complete with butter and maple syrup. Kanda almost coughed at it but she dutifully swallowed and kept her eyes on the prize. She really didn’t care now. Screw holding out! This breakfast game was too hot for her to bow out now.
“You like this?” he asked in a low voice as he brushed a fingertip along that silken tool.
Goose bumps just up and broke out all over her bare skin. Her eyes shot up to his face.
“Be a good girl and eat all your breakfast,” he purred as he took the spoon and ladled up a bit of syrup. “Maybe it wasn’t sweet enough?”
Her befuddled eyes were glued to the spoon as he dribbled a little syrup along the length of his now rock hard erection. I have never had pancakes like this before!
Wade ladled it on slow and sexy like while drops glistened along an ever growing erection.
Damn! Just butter me up and give me more syrup! Then from sheer astonishment, her jaw dropped again.
With his other hand, he swiftly spooned in more pancake into her open mouth.
Kanda instantly chewed and almost enjoyed that round as her eyes stayed on the syrup slicked length he so unabashedly displayed. Tasting pancakes while staring at the best syrup dispenser god ever made, she completely forgot how all this started in the first place.
“You like maple syrup?” he asked in a whisper.
Kanda swallowed and could not help it when she nodded her head. Who the fuck in their right mind would say no? So sweet, so delectable. He was soo—
He came closer to her and his tip was just within an inch from her mouth. “Open up, sweet Kandy and have a taste.”
Oh, my stars! Her mouth did just that—without consulting her brain! She opened her lips and stuck her tongue out to get a lick.
AGAIN…More pancakes were shoved into her mouth.
She chewed them furiously this time. That was NOT what she wanted and he dammed well knew it!
He chuckled some more. “Damn, you are hungry!”
Kanda huffed and rolled her eyes. He thinks he can fool me like this? She again, remembered her original argument. No more of this, I will not fall for—
Wade moved closer and nudged her lips with his syrup covered tip.
Her lips opened up—again—without her brain consenting and she took him in. Oh, sweet mother loving yummy! Her body shook at the feel of him in her mouth. The sweet syrup was just an added plus. His cock was hot in her mouth, sweet with maple and hard as a brick.
Then Wade moved in closer with his knees now on the bed. He grabbed her head with both hands. “That’s right sweet Kandy, take it all.”
Her body clenched at that sexy voice he used. It always got to her. The way he looked at her, that powerful body, the very taste of him was enough to make her mindless with yearning.
Reaching down, he tweaked her lace covered nipple.
Tingles shot from her nipple down to her clit with an alarming swiftness. Wetness was now a constant condition in her panties and she began to pant as she stroked his cock with her mouth. She let out a moan, as her climax was already close.
Wade played with both nipples now as he moved in and out of her mouth. “Ready for this last part of your breakfast?”
Kanda was now full out panting through her nose as her whole body nearly curled in ecstasy. She nodded her head eagerly and sucked on him with greediness.
His nipple play increased as his stroking into her mouth increased.
Kanda was nearly out of her mind with lust as she squirmed beneath him, breathing through her nose as she sucked for all she was worth. He made her feel so needy, so hungry in so many ways. Her body, mind and throat relaxed in surrender, pushed there by the heat engulfing her. She took him deep into the back of her throat.
Wade halted as this pushed him over and he climaxed into her throat releasing that sexy ass groan from his throat.
Her body sang and her mouth became an erogenous zone. Her instant climax took her too, because of the taste of him on her tongue mixed with syrup and heat. She drank him down and let out a long moan in her throat. Oh, Lord have mercy on me! This is the hottest he’s given me yet! Her body tingled and grew stiff with pleasure, as the orgasm seemed to curl her toes.
Wade gazed lovingly at her face and gave her a sexy smile. “Now that’s an appetite.”
Kanda was trying to catch her breath as he pulled out of her mouth while her body was still tingling and pulsing. “The breakfast of champions!” she exhaled the words breathlessly as the warm feeling of satisfaction engulfed her insides.
He chuckled. “Well, look who’s talking now.”
Her eyes swung up to his.
Wade laid himself over her body and grabbed her cheeks while his blue eyes blazed at her. “You need to know something…I won’t EVER let you run away from me. We belong together and if I have to lasso you and keep you prisoner, you will be with me.”
Kanda’s body shook just from the intense look in his eyes. God dammit… is this man sexy! She didn’t care that her anger simply floated away into the land of forgotten.
He’s right. We do belong together.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
It’s plush, not plump!
MAGGIE
Maggie wanted to hide out, she really should leave the ranch, but she knew she had to help with her parent’s wedding. She weighed being a chicken shit against being a loyal daughter. The wedding would be in a few hours.
She just couldn’t shake the words away from her mind that she’d read while in Jet’ room.
I want to treat her like a queen. Show her she is everything to me.
All this time she’d thought he was up to no good. Trying to get back at her for the stunts, she’d pulled on him. Hell, she felt more confident when it was just a game. At least, she knew how to fight that. But this?
The wildest, smartest, funniest woman I have ever met…
He really felt that way about her and try as she might, the shock just wouldn’t wear off.
The constant female chatter around her broke into her thoughts. She was now in the kitchen with the three girls that Mable hired to help prepare for the wedding dinner.
They’d introduced themselves earlier when she came in as Trixie, Debra and Katy. For the last ten minutes straight, they kept chattering about Jet Kincade.
She tried to NOT think about him at all and here she stood angry as hell while hearing how sexy he was. She let out a sigh as she remembered when she last saw t
hat hot bod the women here kept going on about. When he had come into her room after her shower yesterday.
His shirt came off, then he had reached for the button on his jeans. He locked eyes with her and he gave her that grin.
Maggie gasped as juices seeped right out of her at the time and again now, at just the memory. Oh, that smile. It could make a woman do things she never dreamed she would.
He had continued with the Cowboy Chippendale program and unzipped his fly.
Her eyes had been literally glued—trapped on his Levis. Her heart pounded and her breathing had gone all shallow.
Now, Maggie shook her head and started peeling potatoes again, as she let out a long sigh. She refused to face the fact that she WAS thinking about him again…Jet…
“Yes, Jet!” one of the girls shouted from behind her.
Maggie almost jumped out of her apron as she stared all around, thinking that he may have come into the kitchen or something.
“He is just so dammed sexy! Did you see him out riding when we came in this morning?” Debra tittered as she placed a tray of horderves into the large fridge.
Maggie’s shoulders slumped with relief as she realized he wasn’t actually here, the girls were just mouthing off about him is all. She huffed at the compliments about the man she wanted to avoid like the plague as she furiously peeled more potatoes—that was a subject she wanted to stay FAR away from at this particular time. Yet, she kept daydreaming about him, so how was she any different from these floozies? As Mama Daisy would call them.
“Oh, my fricking Lawd! Yes!” Trixie replied. “A fine drink of a man that cowboy is. I could do him from sun up to down and then change panties and start all over again!”
“He’s all that’s left since Cole is head over heels. Dammit, I had my eyes set on him since high school.” Katy sighed.
Debra shook her head. “Yeah well, we are all a little too chubs for Jet. He likes em stacked but skinny.”
Trixie looked insulted. “Speak for yourself. I’m just right for him.”
“Hmmph!” Maggie couldn’t help the disgusted sound that huffed out of her.
All three girls swung their curious gazes over.
“Um, Maggie is it?” Trixie asked.
Maggie released a breath and dumped the peeled potatoes into a large pan. “Yep.”
“So, working here must be somethin’ right?” Trixie asked.
“Maggie rolled her eyes. “I suppose. I make beds, sweep and cook. It’s not that glamorous really.”
“But…DAYUM! The Kincade men, don’t you even see how HOT they are?”
Maggie knew her face just heated up. “I suppose.” Her two word answer was all she could stand to say.
Katy rolled her eyes. “Come on girls. Look at her!”
All three girls swung their pointed gazes over to Maggie again, to do just that.
Maggie halted and her eyes rose up. “What is that supposed to mean?”
Trixie cleared her throat. “Well, it’s not like you’re Jet’ type.”
Katy giggled from beside her. “Too…well…Large, I would say.”
Debra tisked under her breath. “You girls are mean.”
Maggie batted her eyes at them. “Oh, is that right?”
“Yeah, you’re blonde and busty but too short and a bit plump for something as fine as a Kincade man.”
Maggie felt anger boiling up and she knew her ‘Daisy inherited temper’ could land her in another stint of trouble if she didn’t curb it. She glared at the pair. “It’s not plump, it’s plush!” She shook her head and mumbled, “If only you girls knew.”
“What?” Trixie spoke up. “What do you mean, if we only knew what?”
Katy shook her head and moved a tray of fruit over to the long table. “She’s just lying, hinting that Jet would give her the time of day. So pathetic.”
Debra gasped. “God dangit, Katy you are just awful—”
Maggie slammed the big spoon she held down on the counter and turned to face the two kitchen bitches. “Why wouldn’t he go out with me?” She glared at the two girls.
They both laughed.
Trixie lowered her hand over her thin frame with a flair. “Cause he likes em pretty and thin. Like me. YOU…are neither!”
Debra gasped. “Now Trix, why you gotta be so rude—?”
“Hey ladies!” a deep male voice called out from the doorway.
All three girls turned their heads and gaped.
Maggie let out an aggravated breath. There he is the subject of this lust discussion, the hot Kincade boy! Wearing that Stetson and that brilliant panty dropping smile. Her gaze swung over to the three mute kitchen bitches as they nearly drooled while staring at him. Sheesh, the way they act you’d think he was a Hollywood star or something. She ducked her head and kept peeling potatoes. She could still see him though as he stood just in her line of sight. Hearing what these women said, it fortified her argument about his playboy ways and his tastes.
He took off his Stetson and his smile dropped a little, he stared right at her and then walked over to where she stood.
The three kitchen wenches all dropped their jaws while their saucer round eyes followed him across the kitchen.
“I just wanted to make sure you weren’t working too hard Mags,” he spoke in a soft voice.
Audible gasps of pure shock could be heard from the other women.
Maggie bit at her lip. This was definitely one of those moments when a woman could show others what was what. Too fat? Plump? She just couldn’t let it pass. What would Momma Daisy say if she did? She dropped the potato peeler and gazed up.
His expectant baby blues were glued onto her as he held his hat in his hands.
“I’m helping out is all Jet.”
His eyes lit up at her using his shortened name. “I just wanted to make sure that you were going to be my date tonight at the dinner.”
If a pin had dropped from the ceiling in this kitchen, it would have landed with a huge BOOM, plummeted through the floor and cause a shockwave that would knock the building over.
Her gaze swung over to see the effect of his declaration on the wenches’ faces. A desire to really stick it to the fluffy haired skinny bitches rose up strong inside of her. I’ll show them what being plush can get you. Smiling, she took a step closer to the stud, playboy cowboy-sundae of the county.
His eyes widened as she came up close to him.
She placed her arms around his neck and put her lips right up to his. “I would be honored.”
“What the…?” Katy’s shocked voice echoed through the kitchen.
“Oh, sweet baby Jesus!” Trixie exclaimed sounding like she might just faint to the floor.
Maggie felt exhilarated by the effect this had on those smug fluff headed beanpoles as she got carried away and her lips met his.
Jet gasped and froze for a second.
She knew he must be wondering why she changed her tune and suddenly became the aggressor. She should be asking herself why she would do something so stupid, but the need to feel good in his arms after being told she was too dammed fat for him just egged her on.
Then he picked her up completely from the floor and kissed her back. He also let out a sexy groan when his tongue pushed through her lips.
Maggie fell into the heady kiss with the man she was just running away from this very morning as the room and the wenches faded away. His yummy tongue wrapped with hers and her toes curled. Heat spread out along her skin as she gasped for air. What the fuck was I thinking? She asked herself as her panties just went moist and panic made her tug her lips away.
Jet stilled and gazed into her eyes. “I was so hoping you wouldn’t turn me down like you’ve been doing.” He grinned and set her down. “Hot Damn Mags! You have made me so happy!” He patted her butt and turned to leave.
The three women stood like statues as they stared.
Jet set his Stetson back on his head and tipped his hat at them. “Ladies…” He nodded politely and st
rolled across the kitchen.
Silence reigned—a shell shocked, barn burning down, Evil Knivel jump stunt performing silence.
“YEE-HAW!” Jet’ cheer came from the hallway as he disappeared from sight.
The three girls didn’t even bat their eyes as they openly gawked at Maggie.
Debra, the chubbier girl of the threesome was the first one who could seem to blink her eyes as she finally broke the stunned quiet. “Well, hot damn, swab me in honey and throw me to the bees!” She started to laugh hardily. “Ohh, sweet Lawd, honey fucking sugah ice tea! Yee haw?” She turned to the two catty girls. “Did ya’ll hear that? He cheered simply because she agreed to a date!” She stared at the stunned mute pair for another minute and then bent over with hysterical laughter. “Plush!” she spluttered through her laughter as she stood back up and beamed at the girls while slapping her thigh in amusement. “You don’t gotta be skinny. You just gotta be plush!” she yelled with louder laughter and stepped over to Maggie, raising her hand for a victory-clap-high-five.
Maggie was smiling as the girl had said all there was needed to say, so she slapped her palm.
Debra grabbed a bowl and danced around in a circle. “Score one for the chubboo girl! Unh-uh. OOH, YEAH!” she twirled around while chanting victoriously.
The two skinny and now deflated witches wore sour expressions, as they turned away and quietly went back to work.
Maggie chuckled as she picked up the potato peeler. Well, I guess I showed them what for! She snickered as she shucked the peelings swiftly off a large potato.
Then—it hit her.
OH—fuck! You just made a real date with him! What about the hiding and the fear that he will know that I know that he loves me? Dammit, Mags why did you just have to show off? Now, your silly, plush ass was gonna have to cash that big mouthed check you just wrote!
CHAPTER TWELVE
I best not stand too close or I might go up in flames!
BREA
Brea sighed as she lay on her stomach on the big brass bed. Cole was giving her an all over body massage to…Calm her down, he said.
Relaxed and happy finally, she stared at the brass rods of the bed they’d been sharing and she remembered all the hot sex they had here. A big ole brass bed. The moment made her remember and old song her mama used to sing along with while dancing around in the kitchen as she pretended to actually cook.
