by BJ Wane
When he couldn’t drum up any enthusiasm for seeking another sub and picturing Tam with another Dom pierced his gut with a stab of painful fury, he lost the final battle to hold himself in check. He’d been right to back away when she first showed signs of wanting more than friendship from him. She’d been too young ten years ago, barely twenty and in college, and he’d just started exploring his interest in the BDSM lifestyle. But he’d been wrong to push her away five years ago, a complete ass for taking out his fear of change and of losing their special connection on her in a way that sent her fleeing.
Pushing away from the rail, he stalked around to the parking lot as a familiar thrill shot through his body, one he’d been denying for weeks, ever since experiencing it upon seeing her in his club the first time. His heart thudded and his cock stirred as he imagined making Tam his in every way.
Connor pulled into the Barton’s drive in time to catch the taillights of a departing vehicle. Assuming it was one of the ranch hands taking off for the night, he hopped out and strode up to the front porch, stopping only when Tam flung open the front door wearing a cute scowl that changed to a comical, wide-eyed look of surprise. Stifling the urge to grin, he pasted on his best Dom face and stalked toward her with slow measured steps, never pausing until she backed up and he entered the house. Closing the door behind him with a loud snick, he stalked toward her, a tingling buzz of lustful expectation he hadn’t felt in way too long dancing down his spine.
“What are you doing here?” she asked with suspicion and a flare of excitement shining in her eyes.
“For starters, to confess I’ve been an idiot.”
One slim brow winged up as she retreated another step. “I won’t argue with that.”
Connor let the lust that had been simmering under the surface for weeks free to take him where he now knew, without a doubt, he wanted to go. “You want change between us, and I’ve always tried to give you what you want, right?”
Tamara’s pulse spiked as she continued to back away from Con, Master Con if she wasn’t mistaken by the look on his face and in those cobalt eyes. Her pounding heart tumbled, just like the first time she’d gazed into those enigmatic eyes. Several years later, that tumble had included a flutter in her abdomen, the same tickle now tightening her stomach. Soon after, she’d been old enough to respond with a damp clutch between her legs to go along with the tumble and flutter, the same reaction she experienced the minute she opened the door and saw him coming toward her with a look of intent purpose.
He hadn’t put on a jacket or even a shirt, and she found herself hard-pressed not to rush forward and lean against all those rippling muscles just so she could see if his heartbeat matched the chaotic rhythm of hers. Regardless of the surge of heated awareness gushing through her veins and a giddy sense of relief and happiness warming her chest, she refused to make this easy for him.
“What changed your mind?” she asked as he backed her against the wall inside the kitchen and tossed his hat onto a chair. The gleam in his eyes tripped her pulse and made her question whether she should just go with this sudden change of heart or continue to question his about-face.
“Let’s just say big brother Caden pointed something out to me.” Connor spotted Amy’s note and nodded his head as if satisfied with what he read before shifting his glance toward the melting ice cream. A rueful twist curled his mouth as he cut his gaze back to her. “Double chocolate chip. You must be really upset with me. Let’s see if I can remedy that.”
Before Tamara could grasp his intent, Connor braced his hands on the wall behind her, leaned down and gave her what she’d been craving for years. The kiss was as forceful, demanding and mind boggling as she imagined it would be. He didn’t start soft, didn’t coax his way inside her mouth and didn’t tease her into returning the kiss. His lips moved with rough possession over hers, his tongue shoving past her trembling gasp to forage inside her mouth and stroke, lick and explore. To take.
Tamara clung to him, and what he was finally offering. He shattered her will to resist and made her desire to surrender to him with the first glimpse of hot need in his eyes. The first touch of his mouth on hers as a man kissed a woman, using the control of a Dom kissing his sub, sealed her fate. A low moan slid up her throat as he inched closer, the brush of his big body and bunched muscles emitting enough heat to make her sweat. His warm breath fanned her neck as he released her clinging lips and nipped the delicate skin near her shoulder.
“Connor?” She heard the confused stutter in her voice as loudly as her body was suddenly clamoring for release.
“You’ve always been my girl, Tam.” He slid his right hand off the wall to fist a wad of her hair, using his tight hold to tug her head back. The yank on her scalp caused her sheath to spasm and her breath to stall. Dipping his head, he whispered in a rough growl that curled her toes and dampened her pussy, “Now, Tamara, let’s see if you can handle being my sub.”
Chapter 10
Connor was finally looking at her as a woman, calling her Tamara instead of Tam for the first time since she’d been ten years old, and offering her a chance to be his in every way. The pang clutching her chest upon hearing her full name from his lips took her by surprise, but she would examine the reason for that later, much later. Right now, she had better things to do, like relieve the itch in her fingers to reach up and tug on the crisp, brown curls spread across his thick pectorals.
“I can handle whatever you dish out, Master Con,” she breathed against his corded neck before sinking her teeth into the tanned skin and then soothing the bite with a slow lick. She knew better than to laugh at his shudder and low curse.
“Minx.” Keeping his hand in her hair, he shifted his free hand down to the hem of her short dress and rucked up the stretchy leather until he had it bunched around her waist. With one hard yank, he ripped off the thong and tossed the torn scrap on the floor.
The sudden bare exposure drew a shiver, the touch of those calloused fingers on the delicate flesh of her denuded labia brought her to her toes. The aching need only he could conjure up and assuage returned tenfold and she thrust her hips toward his hand with an urgent plea. “Please.”
Connor dipped his head with a low laugh, biting down on one nipple through the dress. “Such a pretty word falling from such a pretty mouth.”
“You’re teasing me, and that’s just plain mean,” Tamara complained, gasping as he skimmed those wicked fingers up her slit. She thrust her hips forward again only to receive a reprimanding, stinging swat on that tender area. Her shriek echoed in the kitchen, her full-body shudder drawing another rumble of amusement from her friend turned tormenter. “Crap!”
“Lesson one.” Connor grabbed her bottom lip between his teeth and tugged. “When it comes to sex, it’ll be my way, including when and how you will get your pleasure. Remember, you asked for this.”
“A long time ago,” Tamara reminded him, her throbbing lip matching the thrumming going on between her legs, both egged on by the burn encompassing her puffy folds.
“Want me to make up for lost time?” He dipped two fingers inside her, brushed over her swollen clit and then pressed against that small spot that triggered a gush of cream with every touch.
“Yes, God, yes.” Digging her nails into his chest, she relished his indrawn breath and rapid heartbeat. Sliding over to his nipples, she tugged on the small brown tips and it was his turn to moan as the nubs pebbled under her touch.
“You’re playing with fire, little one,” he warned with another deep thrust, his other hand tightening in her hair.
Tamara smiled against his chest. “I thought I was playing with you.”
“Same thing. Reach into my front pocket and pull out the condom.”
She didn’t want to take even one hand off his hot flesh, but retrieving the protection meant she was one step closer to having her dream of Connor surging inside her come true. Her fingers brushed the side of his thick erection through the pocket as she pinched the small packet and l
ifted it out. He hissed a breath but never slowed his strokes inside her quivering pussy. Heat enveloped her entire body, drawing beads of perspiration down her back and quickening her breathing. Using her teeth, she ripped open the packet and then looked up into his dark face, waiting for his instructions.
“Good girl. Never assume you know what I want you to do.” Releasing her hair, he proved how talented he was as he continued to pummel her pussy while releasing his cock into his other hand.
Tamara struggled to control both her breathing and her need to let go. She wanted this to last even though her achy body was screaming for release.
“Cover me,” he rasped, putting pressure against her pulsing clit.
Shaking from the small contractions rippling around his pumping fingers, she made short work of rolling the latex down his straining shaft until she reached his fisted hand. “Now?” she begged, brushing her fingers over his, jutting her pelvis forward to add a silent plea.
“Now.” Connor pulled his fingers from her pussy, grabbed both of her hands and pinned them against the wall as he kicked her feet apart with a large booted foot.
Eager, more than ready, Tamara welcomed his first penetrating thrust with a soft cry, the rough stroke over the inflamed tissues carrying her right to the edge of a climax. She gasped as the second plunge knocked her over that precipice, leaving her no choice but to hurl headlong into ecstasy. Within seconds of being pinned against the wall by his plunging cock, she found herself spiraling out of control with sweeping pleasure so intense it left her stunned. Shaken, she gasped and raised her right leg, curving around his battering hips, tightening her thigh to hold him closer.
More, more, more. Tamara didn’t realize she’d verbalized the chanting thought until Con swore and ground his mouth down on hers as he rammed into her over and over. Another orgasm claimed her body even before the first had abated, forcing mewling cries past her constricted throat to fill his mouth.
Connor groaned, his chest heaving, his cock quickening inside her. She rippled around him, her muscles clutching at his girth and pulling his seed up from his sac. He wrenched his mouth from hers as he spewed inside the condom, and she wished she could feel the hot jets of his cum filling her vagina as a third round of pleasure rocked her with its endless pulses and fiery heat.
Jeremy Hines stopped at the roadside bar he had passed on his way to surprise Tamara at her ranch, still reeling from seeing her in that slutty dress and then watching that tall cowboy stroll inside her house as if he owned the place, and her. The man hadn’t even flinched from being out in the cool night air wearing nothing but an open vest and jeans, the fucking moron. What the hell had gotten into the woman he loved, the quiet, almost reserved fiancée who had shared his bed? She sure as hell had never teased him by wearing something so risqué, so cock-hardening revealing. He grabbed an empty stool at the end of the bar, sitting next to a young guy wearing a disgruntled frown that matched Jeremy’s mood.
The place was teeming with cowboy roughnecks, annoying, twangy country tunes blaring as a line of patrons stomped their booted feet to the beat. He shook his head, wondering what the hell Tamara found so appealing about living out in the boonies on a smelly ranch with the nearest town no bigger than one of Boise’s suburbs.
“Whiskey, double,” he ordered from the bartender as the older man approached. He hadn’t booked a return flight yet because he didn’t know how long it would take him to convince her to come back with him. From his reception, he doubted now his success in changing her mind. “Women,” he muttered, wishing he could get over her as easily as she appeared to have gotten over him. Just thinking about that spurred his anger and made him wonder if she’d ever intended to marry him.
“I hear you, man,” the guy next to him growled in a slurred voice. “Bitches, all of them, especially if they happen to be your boss.”
“Working for a ball-breaker, are you?” Jeremy asked in sympathy as he accepted his drink from the bartender.
The guy snorted. “Not anymore. I had a good thing going until the Barton bitch decided to come home to ruin things.”
Jeremy almost choked on his drink and had to take another sip to force the first down. What were the odds? “Did… did you say Barton?”
Squinting blurry eyes, the guy groused, “Yeah, why?”
“I know her, and I’m as unhappy with her as you.” Jeremy kicked back another, longer swallow, the liquor searing his throat as much as Tamara’s betrayal burned in his gut. The more he thought about her ire when she’d seen him, her clothing, and that cocky bastard she welcomed inside, the hotter his anger grew. “Too bad you’re not still on that fucking ranch,” he said without thinking. “I’d pay to show her she doesn’t belong out there.”
Eyes sharpening, the younger guy held out his hand. “I’m Neil. Let’s talk options.”
Connor remained fired up on all cylinders as he pulled out of Tamara’s clutching body, still feeling the way her tight spasms rippled up and down his cock and how her abundant cream had made it easy for him to plow into her without stopping until he’d exploded. Her leg fell back down, and he missed that possessive clasp that spoke volumes. He could just make out her glazed eyes in the dim lighting, the damp flush covering her face and the outline of her pert nipples. Looking further down, past the rucked-up dress, he gazed a moment at her glistening, puffy labia, aching to delve between those slick folds again.
“Are you in your old bedroom?” he asked gruffly as he lowered his shoulders and hoisted her face down over his right.
Her startled gasp followed with a giggle that warmed his heart. Palming one buttock, he strode down the hall as she replied with a breathless gasp, “Yes. Are you staying?”
The hope in her voice tugged at his conscience. He’d been blind for way too long. Tossing her onto the double bed covered in a handmade quilt of bright colors, he stated, “All night, so I hope you can get by tomorrow on little sleep. Get out of that thing.”
As soon as they’d both stripped down to nothing but bare skin, Connor joined Tamara on the bed, flipped her over and yanked her hips up. Her hands fisted in the covers as she pushed up onto her elbows and turned her head far enough for him to see the flare of excitement in her pewter eyes and the teasing grin kicking up the corners of her lips. “It’s taken me forever to get you here and now you’re in a hurry?”
“I may be slow, but once I’m where I want to be, I don’t believe in wasting time.” He coasted his hands across her soft buttocks. “I owe you a spanking for leaving the club without my permission, or even the courtesy of telling me, but you’re still too tender from earlier to indulge myself tonight.” Sliding his palms up her back, he leaned over and shifted under her torso to cup her breasts as he slid his cock through the seam of her damp folds. “Fuck but you feel good,” he groaned with a shudder of pleasure before sinking his teeth into her shoulder.
Tamara shifted her hips against his pelvis. “Then what are you waiting for?”
“Just making sure you’re with me.” Straightening, Connor used his knees to shove hers further apart while sheathing himself again. With one deep push, he buried himself balls-deep inside her snug pussy, gripping her buttocks to hold her still for another fast ride. “Damn it, Tamara, I swear I’ll take you slower next time.”
“I don’t mind quick,” she panted as he plunged in and out of her already grasping channel, her slick heat pulling at his shaft.
“I do, but I’ll address that later, much later.” His inability to hold back once he was inside her was another sign she’d been right to push past his misgivings about going in this direction. But as he pummeled her depths again, Connor still worried this might be a mistake, that thinking of her as Tamara instead of Tam could muddle his concentration enough he’d screw up somehow, something he’d sworn he would never do again after she’d refused to speak with him the last time.
His balls drew up as prickles of pleasure traversed up his cock. Slipping one hand under her, he rooted out her clit an
d pressed the delicate piece of swollen flesh against his pumping erection. “Now, Tamara,” he demanded.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she panted, her orgasm bursting around him as soon as his exploded out of his cockhead.
Connor kept pumping inside her as they collapsed, slowing his thrusts as he savored her tight clasp and ragged breathing. She arched her buttocks against his groin, the plump mounds a soft cushion he could lie on forever. With a deep groan, he pulled out of her, whispering, “Go to sleep, little one.”
Tamara rolled over, wincing as her well-used body made all its pleasurable aches known. Blinking open blurry eyes, she noted the time on the bedside clock in disbelief. She never slept past eight on the weekend yet here it was after nine and she was still in bed. Too bad she was in here alone. With a yawn, she slid out from under the warm covers and padded into the adjoining bathroom.
The man was insatiable, she groaned, standing under the hot pelting shower. Connor had awoken her in the middle of the night for another go around, surprising her with his stamina. Not that she was complaining. Leaning against the wall, she soaped her body as she recalled every touch, low groan and deep thrust. She’d never indulged in such a sexual marathon, but even if she had, she doubted she would have enjoyed each decadent moment as much as she had relished finally being on the receiving end of Master Con’s undivided sexual attention.
But as she dried off and slipped on a pair of jeans and comfortable sweatshirt, morning after uneasiness crept in to put a damper on the lingering pleasure she’d awakened with. Opening the bedroom door, the whiff of coffee that tickled her nose cleared the remaining sleepiness from her head. Passing Amy’s empty room, she surmised Con was still here and that pleased her even though she wasn’t sure what his mood would be this morning. She doubted he ever felt morning after jitters.
