Western Homestead Love (Trilogy Bundle)

by Hart, Melissa F.

  “Do you want me to touch you again?” He lifted his hand from her ass and the separation made her cry out. She was so close. So close.

  “Please.” Erin trembled on his lap, begging him for more.

  He brought his hand down hard on her other cheek, smacking her bare skin loudly and painfully. Erin bit her lip to keep from crying out this time. Pain and pleasure mingled together. She craved his touch, needed it, but the pain spiked her pleasure into a different realm. This was unlike anything she’d ever experienced, and she wanted more. Like before, Matt rubbed his hand gently across the red, raw area of her ass. This time his thumb dipped between her cheeks, and he pushed farther into her wetness, dipping inside.

  Erin wrapped her trussed hands around his leg and gripped hard, desperate to hold onto something while he flung her body to the other end of the universe. A wave of her orgasm threatened to drown her but she gripped him tightly as his finger pushed deeper. All it would take was one . . . more . . . inch.

  Matt withdrew, and Erin bit his leg.

  Chapter Four

  He jumped and laughed, then spanked her again. “I’m the only one who gets to punish, Erin. You did this to yourself.”

  She buried her face into his thigh, pressing hard into the meat of his leg. He spanked her again. She wasn’t sure how much of this she could take. This time his hand rubbed higher, smoothing her skin from the small of her back down the backs of her thighs. Erin moaned and squirmed on his lap. His other hand joined in, traveling up her back and skimming each bump of her spine. As his fingers buried in her hair and she focused on the pleasure of the sensation, his other hand came down hard on her ass.

  Erin whimpered and ground her clit into his jeans. He slapped her again. “I get to make you come, Erin.”

  “Then do it! Please. Please.” She was going to lose her mind if he didn’t let her come. The need made her barely able to focus on anything else

  His hand rubbed a wide circle across her ass, and she spread her thighs. This time his hand moved around the curve of her ass and between her legs. When his fingers brushed her she cried out and spread wider, angling her hips up and back. Sensations threatened to rip Erin apart and she gripped his legs. He drew two fingers across the dampness, and she bit her lip. When she couldn’t take one more second, he slid them inside her and Erin gasped. A thousand colors exploded behind her eyes and she couldn’t focus on a single one. He slid them in and out and in again, driving her higher and higher. Erin panted and thrust her hips faster. Over and over, he drove her closer to her orgasm and her entire body vibrated with the sheer power of it. Matt was driving her like she’d never been driven, taken to heights she was terrified of falling from. She needed this, needed it to wipe away all the horribleness that had chased her across the wilderness. Chased her right into his arms.

  “Matt!” Her body shook with the intensity of the orgasm, and he plunged deeper into her, stroking her until she sobbed with the power. As the tension and release flowed in waves over her body, she relaxed, pooling limply on his lap.

  Matt lifted her gently and eased her onto the bed. “That’s only a taste.” He ran his fingers across her skin, barely skimming the surface and igniting tiny ripples of pleasure and rekindling the ebbing fire of her desire. She wasn’t sure that a full day of sex would be enough to sate her need for Matt. His hands slid up her arms and over the bandages on her wrists. His mouth turned down at the corners. “That really scared me today, Erin. I didn’t think I was going to be able to get to you in time.”

  “But you did.”

  “I was lucky.”

  Erin wasn’t sure what had happened for him to slip into this thoughtful place. She wanted to get back to the sex. Sex let her not think about all the bad and evil out there, hunting her down. His fingers played over her cleavage and down the middle of her stomach, around her belly button and back up. She arched her back and rubbed against him. “Not lucky, good.”

  He snorted. “I never meant to be the sheriff. I’m not much for following rules myself, but we needed someone to watch over the new families.” His eyes bounced to hers. “That’s a job I don’t take lightly, Erin. But with you wandering around trying to homestead by yourself, I’m not sure I’m going to be able to stand for that.” His hand slid lower, skimming the top edge of her curls.

  Erin whimpered and lifted her hips. “I’ll be fine now. You stopped the bad that was coming after me.”

  He shook his head. “Someone’s going to be waiting for your uncle. I think you need to tell me the rest of the story.”

  Erin looked away. She didn’t want to tell him. She’d run away so she didn’t have to think about it anymore. Telling him would bring it all back up and she didn’t want to do that. He’d made it go away.

  Permanently.

  But that didn’t mean that she was going to give up on her dream of building a new life here. A life free of attachments and entanglements. A life that was her own.

  For once!

  All she’d wanted was a clean slate, a chance to prove—not only to herself—but to everyone who’d ever walked in—or out—of her life that she could do this, that she was not some worthless, helpless, hapless girl who needed anyone to protect her or tell her what to do and how to do it. She wasn’t sure she liked the tone of demand that was riding beneath Matt’s voice. He’d been so nice and so kind, spanking aside, and she wanted them to be friends, and maybe even more than friends, but she wasn’t about to move back into town just so he could keep an eye on her.

  He traced the outline of her nipples, and Erin’s eyes drifted closed as a wave of desire washed over her. She needed to remember what she’d come out here for. She couldn’t let it all go just because Matt did things to her body that made her want to throw every bit of her separate self out the window.

  Her nipples peaked, and she moaned. “There’s nothing to tell.”

  He pinched. “Do I need to spank you again?”

  She gasped. “Yes—no—I mean, yes!” His lips descended to her nipples, and he sucked the tips tight between his lips. Erin’s eyes flew open, and she grasped the top of his head, pushing him down tighter against her aching nipple. He sucked one then switched to the other. Erin’s desire and need for him peaked again. “I don’t want to tell you, Matt.”

  His hands skimmed her stomach. “I can’t protect you if I don’t know what’s coming.”

  She arched her back. “Nothing. It’s gone now. They’re all gone.”

  His arm encircled her. “I need to keep you safe.” He trailed kisses across her cleavage.

  “You did.”

  “I’m glad you think that, Erin. I want you to stay, and I don’t want anything to happen to you.” He nipped the side of her breast. “But I think you’re not telling me everything.”

  “I’m not.” He needed to stop talking and get back to sexing her up. She didn’t even care if he teased her or punished her or spanked her, Erin just wanted him to stop asking her the same question.

  Because sooner or later, she was going to crack.

  Part of her wanted to tell, wanted to let it go forever. But the smart part—the part that had kept her alive as she crossed state after state and wandered over the trails alone—that part wanted to lock up her secrets and never, ever let them out.

  Matt’s lips moved lower, over her stomach, lower, teasing and tasting. Now we’re getting somewhere!

  “Everything about you makes me long for things.” His breath caressed her thighs and lower. Erin’s legs parted, and she gently pushed his head closer. “Things I need, Erin.”

  “Me too, Matt. I want you. I need you.”

  He lifted himself and positioned his body between her legs, his head hovering delightfully over her hips. Erin bent her knees and lifted her hips off the bed. “I need you now.”

  He chuckled and lowered his lips, deviating at the last second and dropping a kiss on her hip bones. Erin squirmed beneath him. “Please, Matt.”

  His nose brushed across her cur
ls, and his warm breath made her wet. “Tell me, Erin.”

  “Good. You feel good.”

  He chuckled and the sound vibrated all the way up her body to the top of her head. “Not that, Erin. Tell me why you were running. Tell me why your uncle crossed several states to get you and take you back. Tell me who else wants you home.”

  Her head twisted on the bed, and she fisted the cover. “No one. There’s no one.”

  His tongue swept out and tickled her clit, then he lifted his head. “Are you sure?”

  He was trying to kill her. This was worse than any torture inflicted by anyone she’d grown up around. This was worse than water torture, worse than the rack, worse than pulling out fingernails. “Please, Matt.”

  He stared at her from his posture on his hands and knees. He shook his head back and forth. “I don’t think so.” He rocked back on his knees and brushed his hands like he was done and ready to leave. Erin squirmed, and his eyes dropped to her damp curls. She spread her thighs further, inviting him to quit thinking and start touching.

  He licked his lips, and his gaze roamed over her entire body. She knew that it would only take a few more enticing moves and he was going to forget all about everything. She wiggled her hips and ran her foot over his calf. His eyes dropped closed and he drew a deep breath, then leaned forward, his rough hands cupped her breasts. “Erin, I don’t want you to think I take advantage of all the new girls in town like this.” Both his touch and his words were soft, so soft. “There’s something about you. Something I can’t resist, can’t walk away from, can’t let go of.”

  Her breasts were overflowing his hands, and she understood what he was saying. She’d felt it too, this inexorable draw. She’d been mildly attracted to men before now, but no one had ever cared about her welfare, not like Matt did. Not only was he tall and masculine and a little rough around the edges like a cowboy should be, but his heart was as big as his hat and he had no problem laying it on the line. He’d risked everything to come after her, and now all he was asking for in return was a little information about her life.

  Her voice trembled. Matt wasn’t the only one close to breaking. “What are we going to do?”

  “Well, first, I’d like to fuck you into next Tuesday, so I can think straight.”

  TO BE CONTINUED IN BOOK THREE: Western Incitation - Volume 3

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  Western Incitation

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  Synopsis

  Overcome by their desires, Matt introduces Erin to a desire she’s never known. Erin is a willing student with a few tricks of her own.

  But danger is never far away. While they find a moment of peace, cattle rustlers find them and threaten their very lives.

  Can Matt and Erin find safety in the wilds of this new western world?

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  Chapter One

  Erin gasped, and her insides clenched. She needed Matt like she needed air. If he was finally going to give her what she needed, then she could breathe at last. “Please, Matt.”

  He nudged the head of his cock toward her wet opening, grabbing it firmly with one and stroking it up and down the slickness. “But first you have to give me what I need, Erin.”

  “Yes.” She lifted her hips. “Anything. Please, Matt. Please.”

  She’d never been this wet. Not in her entire life, not even when Matt had started teasing her. She needed him with a desperation that would not be sated. Not by anything but his thickness inside her.

  He eased away, but Erin could still feel the heat of the smooth head. She wanted to cry out. Her hips pushed closer, but he pinned her thighs with his strong hands. “Nope. Not yet, sweet thing. I promise I’ll give you what you need.” He licked his lips. “What I need. Oh, Erin, you’re so delightful.”

  She smiled at his adorable names. Everything about Matt was so incredibly wholesome. Well, everything except for this mean sexy streak of his.

  “I can’t, Matt.” Erin’s breath came in gasps, and she couldn’t’ draw enough air into her lungs. Her body was too focused on things far more important than breathing.

  He pressed the slick head against her, and Erin arched her back. “Yes.”

  Then he pulled out, and she moaned loudly. “Damn it, Matt.”

  He chuckled. “There’s no need for swearing, Erin. Just tell me who’s coming after you.”

  “No one. I swear.”

  He stroked her again with the thickness until she did cry out. “Tell me, Erin. I can keep you safe, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

  It was. Matt had no idea the things her family was capable of, but he wasn’t about to let her off the hook—apparently—unless she told him. “Put it in me, Matt. Put it in, and I’ll tell you. I’ll tell you everything.”

  “You’ve got some wild ideas about torture, Erin.” His hips pressed forward and finally, finally he pushed inside.

  Her hands dug into his shoulders as he grew and grew, filling every possible inch of her. Erin didn’t think she could take anymore, that she was stretched to the limit. She rocked her hips forward, drawing him deeper and clenching around him, but he wrapped his big arm around her waist and held her still. “Tell me.”

  Erin squeezed him tightly until he groaned. She really hadn’t thought he’d do it. She thought he’d stay strong and force her to tell him first. But he wanted it as badly as she did. They were so drawn to each other. Erin didn’t know how she was ever going to live a day on the range without him by her side.

  Or in her bed.

  Or in her body.

  Most especially inside her.

  Her head fell back, and she drew his free hand to her breast, using his fingertip to draw circles around her nipple. He took over and kneaded the sensitive skin, his tongue dipping to taste the nipple.

  “For as long as I can remember—” She gasped as he suckled her. “Oh, Matt. Oh.”

  “Keep talking or I quit and we do this from opposite ends of the room.” He drove himself deep inside her then stilled again.

  “My family has been involved in horrible things. Everything from gambling to slavery to cattle rustling.”

  He withdrew, then thrust hard against her again, stealing her breath. “Good girl, Erin. You’ll get more of this as long as you give me what I want.”

  She wrapped her legs around his waist and held him tight and deep inside her. At first, she’d only intended to tell him the bare minimum, but now that he was going to make it a game, Erin searched her mind for every single tidbit she could give him.

  “My father has six brothers and one younger sister. The sister was murdered when they were all teens and as they sought revenge for her death, they realized they were actually very good at bullying people and extortion.”

  Matt buried his face in her neck and stroked her deep and purposeful.

  Small explosions fired along every single one of Erin’s nerves. She was going to die before she finished this story. His breath stirred her hair, and he dug his fingers deep into her side. She begged the heavens that he would forget that he was trying to get information out of her and would keep going, but after two mercilessly erotic strokes, he withdrew, holding his cock at the edge of her.

  She clenched her entire body, waiting and anticipating the reentry. He lifted his head and pressed a kiss along her jaw. “What else?” His voice was soft and tender like he was telling her sweet things instead of interrogating her for information about her family.

  Erin gripped his ass and pulled him closer. “Nothing. I’m not telling you a dang—”

  He pressed his lips against hers and kissed her soundly, swirling his tongue in and out as he made love to her mouth. Erin forgot what she was trying to chastise him about as she got lost in the feel of him. He drew her lower lip out, and bit it gently. “We’re still doing this my way, Erin.”

  She moaned and licked his lips. He kissed her again then lifted his head and stared at her.

  She pinched him. One eyebrow lifted, but he didn’t move. Erin sighed. There was
no getting him to budge.

  “They can’t hold a candle to you when it comes to torture, though.”

  He laughed loudly and only succeeded in making his cock thump against her. Erin gritted her teeth and scratched her nails up his spine until his eyes closed. “Nice try . . . Keep talking.”

  “As you . . . can imagine.” Erin bit her lip and tried to concentrate on telling the story instead of the pressure building inside her. She quivered and stretched her entire body, trying to get closer to him, but he artfully kept all the right parts just out of reach. But not so far as she couldn’t feel him against her. “They made enemies. Lots of enemies.”

  She paused and waited for her reward, but he shook his head and nibbled on her neck. “More.”

  That’s what she wanted to say to him! She tried to remember where she was in the story but her body was on complete overload and she felt like every second stretched so many heartbeats. If she survived this, then lonely nights in the dark would be a piece of pie. She took a deep breath. “There were always people trying to get back at them for the awful things they did. After a while, they started paying the local law to keep things under control.”

  Matt brushed his fingers against her cheek. “I’m assuming the law looked the other way when it came to their own activities?”

  She nodded and turned to kiss his knuckles. He wrapped his hand around the back of her neck and buried himself in her again. Erin arched against him, calling out his name. “Please don’t stop. I’ll tell you everything you want to know.”

  The pressure in her belly rapidly expanded until Erin couldn’t take it anymore. She tightened her hold on Matt and pumped her hips against his. He couldn’t stop now. He just couldn’t.

  Then he did.

  Erin cried out and clenched him tightly. Matt rested his forehead against hers and struggled for breath. Good. Erin wanted him as sexually frustrated as she felt, even though she didn’t think that was even possible. If she added up all the times she’d been sexually active before now, they’d passed the total amount ten minutes ago.