Triple K Set

by Beck, J. L.

  Kanda let out a sigh and wrapped her arms around his neck. “What if I don’t want to be free?”

  He raised a brow. “You wish to be my prisoner, my sex slave?”

  Delicious wicked chills ran along her spine. “DUH!” She rolled her eyes.

  He tossed his head back with a laugh.

  “I mean, MY EFFING LORD, Wade! I have heard of Aunt Jemima’s syrup, but Uncle Wade’s Maple stick beat her all to hell!”

  His laughter grew.

  “I mean I have NEVER had pancakes like that.” Her laughter joined his.

  He kept chuckling. “I’m a good cook, what can I say?”

  “Just say we will have that same breakfast every damn day!”

  He grinned.

  “You are my fantasies come true, Aussie man. You’ve even become the ones I’ve never had.”

  “You inspire me, I suppose. I’ve never done some of the things I’ve done with you.” He gave her a wink. Then, his expression turned serious. “Honestly, my heart almost couldn’t take it when I thought you might fall off that horse while I was chasing you.”

  “I’m sorry. I just have a bad temper. Ask anybody in town who sports a black eye.” She grinned. “But, how would you feel if you came downstairs and some man was all over me?”

  His eyes heated up.

  “Yeah. See?”

  He nodded his head. “Okay, so is there a man who would be all over you?”

  She rolled her eyes again. “Darn it all, Wade. Why do you think I lasso tied you and popped my cherry?”

  “Oh, yeah that’s right.” He chuckled again.

  “So, are you gonna tell me about it?” she asked.

  “About what?”

  She smacked his arm. “You know what I’m talking about!”

  He let out a sigh. “I just found that it wasn’t love. That’s all.”

  “Oh, really?”

  “Yep. I didn’t feel that spark. I felt friendship yes, but not love like there should’ve been.”

  Her chest tightened and she just had to ask, “But, you feel it with me right? You aren’t gonna just up and decide that…” Her shaky voice trailed away.

  Wade grasped her cheeks with his large hands. “I felt that spark from the minute you sat next to me in my Land Rover. Before I even touched you. Or should I say…before you fucktied me.”

  She rolled her eyes at the phrase. “Really?”

  “Really.”

  Her smile grew. “So, what now?”

  Wade smiled wickedly and sat up to reach over to the side table. “My breakfast.” He brought a spoonful of syrup over. “Grab the bedpost and spread those beautiful thighs for me.”

  Her eyes widened.

  Wade laughed. “Wasn’t it you who called me Master Wade?”

  She gulped and nodded her head.

  “So…obey me.”

  Her entire body tingled with yearning at his voice as she grabbed the wood of the headboard and spread her legs wide.

  Wade peered down at her soaking wet lace panties. “Well, these aren’t useful anymore.” He lowered his strong fingers and tugged at them. The lace and material made a tearing sound as her panties were ripped away from her body. A slow satisfied smile spread out on his face as he then carefully swung the spoon over while dribbling syrup over her belly. “Oops!” he teased. Then he just ladled it over down along her lower belly and mons. “I suppose I will have to start…” He lowered his head and stuck his tongue into her belly button. “…Here.”

  Her whole body trembled from the feel of his hot tongue in a place no one had ever been.

  Swirling his tongue with a flourish inside her belly button, he moaned aloud.

  Her body shook like a leaf now. He hasn’t even touched a spot that would drive me wild and here I am shaking like a school girl who just got kissed for the first time.

  His tongue then gradually and tortuously followed the sweet maple path he’d made…lower and lower.

  Kanda was already panting and her legs opened even wider in anticipation. He hasn’t even got to the Promised Land yet and I feel like I might just die right here!

  Wade groaned and licked a naughty valley path of hot velvety tonging down through her nether curls. Then he spread her silken folds.

  Her body became stiff with expectation, waiting for the feel of that hot tongue on her most sensitive bud.

  Just then, Wade lifted his head.

  She gasped at the unexpected halting of the tonguing. “Oh Lawdy NO, Wade! You did NOT just stop!” she shouted with frustration.

  Chuckling, he rose up. “You sure are mouthy for a sex slave. Besides, I like lots of syrup on MY pancakes.” He reached over to the table again.

  Biting her lip, she was quaking all over. A little embarrassed ‘cause she knew she just showed him how much she wanted to be his breakfast. Hell, just to be his pancakes, his next meal, his sex toy—dammit—anything, he wanted me to be.

  He brought the spoon over. “Reach down and open yourself up for me.” His voice dropped low.

  Her breath caught in her throat as she did just what he said. Her trembling fingers held her folds open.

  Swinging the spoon over, Wade carefully ladled the sticky sweet concoction down along her open slit.

  Shivering, Kanda had never felt such a sensation. All warm and thick along her sensitive parts. It hit her in that instant that there were many firsts for her over the last couple of weeks with this man. Her attention then focused on the Sexy Syrup Dispensing God above her.

  His lips quirked up in a gratified smirk as he sat for a moment gazing at her ‘opened hood’ while he painted her lady parts with syrup.

  At the sight of his blazing blue orbs focused on her most private area and that wicked expression, moisture bubbled out of her so fiercely she could actually feel it.

  He lowered the spoon to her clit and lightly rubbed the rounded side against her clit button.

  The shock of it made her exclaim, “Oh, sweet baby Jes—”

  He stroked the spoon up and down.

  Astonished while squirming with pleasure, she spoke again, “Nah, you didn’t just spoon stroke my…” Her panting then went up another notch cutting her words short.

  He licked his lips as if he were about to eat something he thought was more than delicious.

  Kanda gulped. I am a goner. This man owns me and my body, my soul, my heart.

  He lowered that velvety hot tongue and replaced the spoon with it.

  Moaning helplessly, she tried hard to keep her fingers holding her folds open as she kept trembling.

  “MMM,” he groaned as he licked her now throbbing slit up and then down.

  Kanda couldn’t speak, she couldn’t even think straight as she felt his tongue master her tender skin. Then she felt his fingers enter her… Two pleasure giving digits delved deep inside as his tongue flicked her button with a warm sticky precision.

  I am gonna die! Her breath came in pants and she knew she wouldn’t last long like this. Not being a feast for that sexy mouth. No fair that his fingers joined the Sticky Pussy Parade either. The man has no morals, no limits, no—her body squirmed and her hands could no longer hold as her trembling fingers fell to the sides.

  Wade had no trouble with that, as his mouth was in there so tight it made no difference. Then he spoke right to her tender skin, “Be a sweetie and pass me the butter, Kandy girl.”

  Her eyes widened at the phrase. Pass him the—OH! Her brain finally caught up with her body as it obeyed and her orgasm crashed through her.

  He licked her fiercely with his tongue and stroked her insides with his fingers, demanding that she come and come hard.

  “Ohhh, Wade!” she screamed as she creamed just like he asked her to do.

  He sucked her release straight into his mouth as his fingers slowed. He hummed against her button and feasted on her with a sweet vengeance

  “Oh, oh, oh,” she panted out.

  He slowly removed his fingers and his mouth. “Best pancakes I eve
r had,” he whispered with a breathless pleasure in his voice.

  Kanda was panting like a helpless puppy in the Texas sun. She couldn’t form words or thoughts. Could constant mind blowing sex really blow your mind? I think this man could fuck me stupid!

  Wade slid up along her body.

  Kanda was spent. Who knew that the first meal of the day could be so GOT dammed fulfilling?

  Seemingly satisfied, Wade now rested his head on her heaving chest while letting out a long sigh. “I love the sound of your heart pounding just for me.”

  Gulping at the more than romantic statement, she marveled at how she’d gotten so dammed lucky. When I found him out in the prairie as a trespasser, I never thought he would trespass right across my heart like this. Her breathing was finally evening out, even though her amazement wasn’t lessening at all, as she felt his warm sticky mouth on her erected nipple.

  Wade took it into his hot mouth and nibbled on it.

  Her body instantly reacted. How can that be? I just—

  He sucked on it with more pull.

  “W-what are you d-doing?” she stammered the question out.

  He lifted his head with that Sexy Wade smile on his syrup covered lips. “I’m getting ready for lunch.”

  Kanda never thought a man could go and go like he did. Amazed, her head plopped back onto the bed as if her neck couldn’t hold the weight of it up. Her body lay like jello, sated like never before…well, he had done this sating to her before. She wanted to laugh but couldn’t even achieve that action.

  Switching to the other nipple, he repeated the same sucking, nibbling and sensuous pulling. Wade then moved his hands down and under her body to her plush butt cheeks and grabbed ahold of each. All while feasting on her nipples back and forth.

  “W-wade…” She wanted to tell him that she couldn’t even go there, but her body said different as her clit started to pulse and throb. IMPOSSIBLE! Her breathing picked up as her body started to heat up all over again.

  Wade kept squeezing her cheeks with those strong warm fingers while he made yet another feast out of her breasts.

  Tingles and electric jolts shot their way down along her body from that skilled mouth of his and she found herself climbing that orgasm mountain—AGAIN! “Wade, God dammit, I love you!” she let out in astonishment before rational sane thought could stop her.

  He moaned against her boob while he halted and raised his head. “What?”

  Kanda was in full throttle as her climax came on, despite what she just blurted out. “Oh, crap!” she panted out as the orgasm rolled through her body, befuddling her brain. “I love you with all—m-my s-soul.”

  Wade seemed to snap to as he squeezed her buns while she came then he lowered his lips to hers. “I love you too, sweet woman.” He smothered her mouth with his and kissed her deeply.

  His hot kiss and ass cheek squeezing made her climax slam into her even harder and she felt the warm seeping release between her legs. Her mind was whirling while she breathed through her nose as Kanda’s world completely titled and she moaned into his mouth.

  Wade swallowed the moan into his mouth and did not let up with the smothering kiss.

  So perfect! So exquisite. This man does everything all the way! WAIT! Did I just—Then he just…? She pulled her mouth away, as her eyes grew wide. “Say it AGAIN!” she ordered breathlessly. Cause she knew she must have imagined that little slice of unexpected heaven during an all out orgasmic event!

  Wade smiled to her lips. “I. LOVE. YOU. KANDA.KINCADE.”

  Kanda could not believe her ears even though he said it like he did. She bolted upright violently with an utter, overwhelming shock.

  Wade gasped as he was bounced clean off the bed and landed on the floor with an OOOF!

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  Rode hard and put up soaking wet.

  BREA

  Brea was terrified as the horse just kept going. She thought she heard shouting from somewhere but she was just too scared to try to look around. Oh, I am gonna die before I ever get to marry my cowboy! Her body just stayed frozen in a state of fear on the saddle.

  “BREA!” a shout came from beside her.

  Staring over to the side of her crazy ass horse—there was HER cowboy.

  Cole held one hand out to her as his other held onto his saddle horn.

  Brea gulped. She tried to get her hand to move but it held a death grip on her own saddle horn.

  Cole looked upset as he tied his reins off on his saddle horn and leaned over to pluck her up from her horse.

  Petrified, she couldn’t even scream while the horses rode hard and dust flew everywhere as her body was lifted in the air. Her eyes rolled just as she landed over his hard thighs. Everything then faded out in a dusty blur.

  When she came to, they were still riding.

  “Are you okay, sweetie?” Cole caressed her cheek as he peered down at her with concern.

  She nodded. She still couldn’t speak.

  “Well, we will be there in just a minute. You’re okay now.”

  Brea wrinkled her brow. Be there? Oh, he means at the ranch. She closed her eyes and just soaked up the scent of him and the warmth she could feel from his body. Safe with her man. She’d never felt so relived and bewildered before in her life.

  Suddenly, the horse beneath them slowed and came to a stop. She didn’t want to open her eyes and see all the cowhands and possibly the Kincade family members staring at her while knowing she couldn’t even ride a dammed horse.

  “Brea?”

  Cole’s voice vibrated through her body.

  “Baby, it’s okay now.”

  Pursing her lips, she kept here eyes squeezed shut.

  He chuckled.

  She could feel the vibration of it from his chest. I don’t care! I refuse to see this humiliation. So, I won’t! She pouted.

  Her body was in the air again, only held in his strong arms as she heard his booted feet hit the ground. She waited for the voices and the questions. Maybe Mable yelling about Gall darned foolishness even.

  Silence…except for the sound of Cole’s boots striding across the ground.

  Okay, I will just wait till he takes me inside. She could hear his boots hitting wood now and she waited as she heard a door open and then his booted foot slamming it shut. Well, we could still be in the house, so I will wait for him to take me up—

  “Brea!” he whispered into her ear.

  Her eyes popped open. She tried to focus. Wood? She saw bare wood in front of them. Her head rose.

  “Well, finally!” Cole exclaimed.

  Swinging her gaze around, she felt confused. “W-where a-are we?”

  He chuckled. “Well, if you would’ve opened your eyes…” he stated in a low voice. “…You would have gotten to see the front porch of…” He set her down on her feet. “...Your new house.”

  Brea gawked at him and then swung her stunned eyes around.

  A wide stairway went up to a second floor. Her astonished gaze swung down to see they stood in a foyer. “My…?”

  “Yes, sweetie. Your wedding present. OUR home.”

  Brea stumbled forward on shaky legs.

  “Whoa, there cowgirl legs!” He caught her before she fell.

  “You—you built a h-house for me?” Her hushed voice could barely be heard.

  “Yep. I’ve had 10 men working around the clock for a week.”

  She gulped. “A w-week?”

  He nodded. “I left this morning, so I could get some things ready here for you.”

  Brea felt tears well up in her eyes. “Oh—OH!” She stared all around while her jaw slackened. It all was only half painted but there were curtains and new varnish on the wood.

  “Well?” he asked from behind her.

  She spun around. “Well—what?”

  He shook his head and grabbed her arms. “Do you like it?” His expression looked anxious.

  Brea just didn’t trust herself to speak. Her eyes took in the lace curtains, the fireplace
, the sweet braided throw rugs. Her dumbfounded gaze then swung upward to see a huge chandelier hanging over the foyer.

  “Brea?” he asked in a quiet voice.

  She shook her head as she bit her tongue. The man had built her a house! In secret! Oh, my stars!

  “You don’t like it?’ Cole asked in a shaky voice. “I mean I tried for a provincial plantation house design. Maybe I should have went more modern—?”

  Brea slammed her soft body up against his hard length and smothered his words with her mouth. She pushed her tongue into that hot cavern and raped his mouth. My lord, is this man my hero or what? She pushed her body tighter against him and rubbed her big breasts across his chest. She lowered her hand to grab that sweet jean covered package and give it a squeeze.

  He jumped and groaned into her mouth with a start.

  Brea nearly ravaged the poor cowboy as she slurped on his tongue like an ice cream cone down at 31 flavors. She wanted to eat him up, get all of him she could and show him just how much she loved this house and him. She groped him and rubbed against him like some sex starved nympho. She didn’t care…this man was gonna get owned!

  They were both breathless as he chuckled into her mouth and scooped her up into his arms without breaking the thrilling all consuming kiss. He carried her through the rooms.

  Brea didn’t see where they were going but she didn’t care, she was too busy sucking on his tongue and clinging to him like he was the only lifeline out in the ocean and she was drowning.

  He finally set her down on a hard surface, still not breaking the kiss.

  Brea was a mindless fiend of a woman now, as she kept tonguing him. At the same time, she reached down to rip his shirt open and pulled it down over his arms.

  In turn, he seemed to catch fire too and he ripped her t-shirt upwards and lifted a breast out of her bra.

  Brea was panting through her nose while still devouring his hot yummy mouth while she unfastened his jean buttons in record time. Then she greedily delved into his boxers like a kid digging into a cookie jar. When she found the cookie she was after, she grabbed it and stroked it up and down.

  Groaning into her mouth, he pinched her nipple between his fingers. All the while, their mouths were locked, joined in a desperately long wild kiss as they fondled each other and tore at clothing. Shirts were ripped and pants were shoved down all in a kissing groping frenzy like they’d never touched each other before.