01 Winters Thaw (15 page)

Sienna bit her lip, his question catching her off-guard. “Nothing much. He just wished me a merry Christmas.”

He nodded slowly. “Seth said he’s called you a few times since Thanksgiving.”

“Yeah, so?”

“So why didn’t you tell me?”

Sienna fiddled uncomfortably with the edge of her scarf. “Never came up. I didn’t think it mattered.”

He tried to take a steadying breath. He failed. “It matters.”

“Why?”

Because he was fucking in love with her. Because he didn’t like her prick of an ex using her—trying to have his cake and eat it too. The bastard asked for a break, but rather than walk away and leave her alone, he kept calling, kept her on an invisible rope Sienna couldn’t seem to see. He didn’t say any of that. Instead…

“I don’t think it’s a good idea for you two to keep talking. I thought you were trying to move forward. Find out who you are without him.”

The anger he’d seen sparking at his questions faded. “I’m doing that. A few phone calls aren’t stopping me.” He didn’t agree.

She stepped closer. “Are we really going to waste tonight talking about Josh?”

He didn’t want to, but it seemed like avoiding the topic wasn’t working for them.

Sienna ran her hand along his chest. “You promised me another present.”

He remembered the little package he had wrapped and placed on his nightstand. Thoughts of Josh were wiped away as he pictured Sienna wearing her new gifts. Maybe he didn’t have a ton of money or a fancy degree to offer, but he knew how to touch her so she shimmered like a lake in the moonlight. For now, it would have to be enough. His cock thickened.

“You already opened one of yours. Now it’s my turn to unwrap a gift.” Daniel lifted the green scarf from her neck, placing it around his. Then he reached for the hem of her sweater, wasting no time dragging the cashmere away from her body. Soft as the material was, it didn’t hold a candle to the delicate texture of her bare skin. His gaze caught sight of her black bra, the lacy little bit of nothing that accentuated her breasts perfectly.

“New?” he asked.

She nodded. “Hope gave it to me. Said she thought you might like it.”

“I’ll have to remember to thank her.”

Sienna giggled. “My cousins love you.”

While he knew she meant her words as a compliment, they stung a bit. He wasn’t as interested in the love of her cousins as he was in hers. Instead, he pushed the thought away, running his finger along the tops of her breasts.

Sienna inhaled softly. She seemed to enjoy his light touch as much as his rougher strokes.

“You’re leaving the bra on.”

She blinked. “I am?”

“Hell yeah. I love the way that looks on you.”

She grinned, her hands moving to the button on her jeans. “Then you’re in for a treat, because there are matching panties.”

He swatted her hands away when she started to unzip her pants. “My present,” he reminded her.

He finished the task she’d begun, making short work of her jeans after she kicked off her boots. She was right. The thong that matched her bra was equally deadly to his self-control.

The thin lace of her bra did nothing to hide her pebbled nipples. Daniel leaned forward, cupping her flesh to take a taste. He used the lace between his tongue and her sensitive nub to build her arousal.

Sienna’s hands gripped his hair tightly, holding him to her as she silently begged for more. Her breasts were a hot spot for her. A few hard sucks and well-timed nips could drive her to the edge quickly. Daniel was determined that—one day in the future—he’d buy her nipple clamps and play with her breasts until she came. Unfortunately, this was all still too new. Though he tried to draw out each night, squeezing as many exciting experiences in as possible, the truth was she was simply too powerful for him to resist. She’d whimper or touch him a certain way and his restraint would shatter until he had no choice but to fuck her or die.

“Bedroom,” he growled.

Sienna led him along the narrow hallway, his gaze glued to the way her thong did nothing to shield her gorgeous ass. He sucked in some much-needed air. He had planned tonight out carefully, until every detail was likely to be etched in his fantasies forever.

He grinned at the irony. He’d convinced Sienna that life could be fun if she was willing to go with the flow, to give up her need to plan everything to the nth degree and let things happen naturally. However, since taking her to his bed, he’d lost that ability himself. She inspired a million fantasies and he was determined to see every single one of them transpire.

Sienna crawled onto the bed before rolling onto her back and beckoning him with the crook of her finger. It would be so easy to join her there. To climb over her body and take her. God knew that was what his cock was voting for.

“Not yet.”

She started to sit up when he didn’t come closer. He jumped into action. Placing one knee on the bed by her side, he pressed her shoulders back to the mattress before grasping her wrists.

He raised them to the headboard. “Leave them there.”

Sienna’s breathing accelerated, her chest rising and falling more rapidly.

Taking the scarf he’d given her from his neck, he used it to bind her hands together and then to his bed. Sienna didn’t fight him as she had in the tack room. This wasn’t a capture. This was a claiming, pure and simple. And she was his warm, willing slave.

Despite her desire to be bound, Sienna couldn’t resist testing the waters. She tugged against the scarf, but it didn’t give.

“This is what happens when you play with a rodeo cowboy,” he taunted. “Knots are my specialty.” Reaching down, he stripped off her tiny thong, tossing it aside.

She swallowed heavily, but her face didn’t show fear. Instead, it was the picture of unbridled lust. “Take off your clothes.”

He shook his head. There was something heady, something hot about having Sienna bound, naked in his bed while he remained fully clothed. “I realize old habits die hard, but you always tend to forget—you’re not calling the shots, Sienna. I am.”

She licked her lips. “Then call them faster. I’m dying here.”

He chuckled at her breathless demand. She may accept his commands in the bedroom, but she’d never truly be ruled by any man. She was too strong, too opinionated. Hell, she had too much Compton blood running through her veins. Daniel recalled Sawyer’s story, considered how Seth had captured his own dark-haired bride this way. How much was Sienna like her mother?

Daniel reached toward the nightstand, Sienna’s gaze following his hand. If she’d seen the small wrapped package there when she entered his room, she didn’t mention it.

He glanced at her bound hands and gave her a rueful grin. “Looks like I’ll have to open this gift for you.”

Her eyes took in his progress, widening when he removed the lid and revealed the vibrator inside.

The tips of her lips lifted in a crooked grin. “I already have one of those. I was pretty happy to replace it with you.”

He removed the vibrator from the box. He’d taken it from its original packaging and washed it earlier in the day. He knew himself well enough to know he’d never have the patience for that simple act tonight. He’d been correct.

Daniel grabbed lube from his nightstand. “This isn’t a replacement,” he explained as he knelt between her outspread legs. “It’s an addition.”

She blinked rapidly, her brow creasing with curiosity. He didn’t bother to say more. Actions spoke louder anyway.

He squeezed a healthy dollop of lube on his finger and pressed it to her anus. Sienna gasped. They’d toyed with anal play since the very first night, but Daniel had never extended the exploration beyond a single digit. Tonight, they were going to expand on that.

He worked the lube into her tight opening. Removing his finger, he placed the nozzle of the lube against her ass, adding even more sticky gel. This time, it wasn’t one finger entering her, it was two.

Sienna groaned softly, a perfect mixture of pleasure and pain. He’d grown accustomed to all her sex sounds. He knew when she needed a break…and when she wanted more. Her hips rose from the mattress, urging him to go deeper.

He accepted the invitation and pushed his fingers inside her…repeatedly.

When he decided she was ready, he removed them. Spreading lube on the vibrator, he slowly worked it into her ass. It was thicker than his two fingers and definitely longer. Even so, it was much smaller than his cock. They’d add that adventure another time.

Tonight he had a different plan. Once the vibrator was fully lodged inside, he turned it on its slowest speed. Sienna’s hips jerked, her hands suddenly fighting against her bondage in earnest.

“God, Daniel. So good.” Then she added, “Not enough.”

She continued to thrash, her body seeking the extra stimulus it needed. While the vibrator got her motor revving, it wasn’t kicking her into overdrive. He let the pressure build, forced himself to count to ten, then twenty as her back arched and she yelled her wicked demands.

“Fuck me. Oh God. Hurts so much. Need…”

Her face flushed with exertion as a thin sheen of sweat covered her creamy skin. He recalled how frozen she’d seemed when he’d first arrived. He had to admit there was nothing more beautiful than watching Sienna’s sexual thaw.

Soon her cries dissolved to one word. Just one. “Please.”

He opened his pants, shoving them to his knees. It was all he had time for. Once again, he’d thrown himself on his own knife. He’d planned to drive Sienna wild, but he’d taken himself down as well.

He shoved his cock into her wet pussy with a thrust that was almost brutal in its intensity. He needed her too fucking bad. The vibrator in her ass had him clenching his teeth, praying not to come.

Too much. With her, it was always too much. Too incredible.

Sienna grunted at his rough entry, but offered no complaint. Her gaze pierced his. “Please,” she repeated.

He was a goner. Fuck it. Reaching down, he cranked the vibrator up, skipping the middle speed, shooting it straight to high.

Sienna arched, her body taking on a life and a strength of its own. Her pussy clamped down on his cock until he saw stars behind his eyes. Pure animalistic need clawed its way to the surface. He pounded into her, his usual control and finesse gone.

“Jesus, See.” The words were dragged from his chest, sounding more like a growl than true words.

He grasped her breast, his finger and thumb rolling the taut peak harder through her bra. And harder. She heaved against him once more. Her closed eyes clenched tight, her breath thready, harsh.

Daniel continued to move inside, their pelvises slapping out an uneven rhythm. Finally, there was no going back.

“See.” Her name was a prayer, a promise, a plea. “Sienna.”

Strong jets of come filled her, mixing with her own hot liquid. His name on her lips signaled she was with him as she cried out her sweet release. They were together.

She may be his captive, but there was nothing docile about his lover. She lifted her head. And bit his shoulder.

His gaze flew to her face, catching her wicked grin. “Mine,” she whispered.

His eyes narrowed. She had no idea.

Reaching up, he released her hands, rubbing her shoulders at her slight wince. He pulled the vibrator out of her ass, turned it off and tossed it to the floor with her panties. All of his movements were clumsy, heavy. Daniel felt like he was trapped in quicksand up to his neck.

He collapsed next to her and for several long minutes, the only sound in the room was that of their labored inhalations. He knew the second hers turned from wakefulness to sleep.

Lifting his head, he gently pushed a stray tendril of hair away from her eyes as he soaked up the peaceful expression on her face.

She said she hadn’t gotten him a gift. She was wrong.

She was exactly what he wanted, even if he hadn’t realized it until this moment.

Now he had a true goal.

A future. A forever.

“Goodnight, Sienna,” he whispered.

Chapter Nine

Daniel sat at Spurs, drinking a beer. He was trying to talk himself out of flying to Florida to beat the fuck out of a man he’d met only one time but who was making his life a living hell. He’d invited Sienna out for a drink. Unfortunately, several other ranch hands had been around when he’d asked and what he’d intended to be their first formal date had turned into a big group of friends, playing pool and getting rowdy.

He’d hoped after Christmas she was ready to turn a corner, to give up on Josh altogether. Now she was standing outside in the cold winter wind, talking to the prick on the phone while he sat inside nursing a warm PBR.

“What’s up?” Jade leaned against the counter across from him.

“Working tonight?”

She nodded. “Yep. My shift just started. You’re stuck with me until close. Why aren’t you over there with the other hands?”

“Just spent all damn day with them. Needed some quiet time.”

Jade nodded, her eyes filled with mischief. “So obviously you decided to come to a rowdy redneck bar on the busiest night of the week. Ah, I love the peace and quiet and tranquility of this place.” The sound of glass breaking as a waitress dropped a tray full of beer bottles almost drowned out the last part of her comment.