Branded (24 page)

Once he was clean, Jon looked down
at the rock hard erection he still sported. The only relief around,
besides her, was his hand. He’d handled things that way since she’d
arrived, once more was no big deal. Hopefully it was the last
time.

Heavily lathering his hands, he set
the soap back down and turned around while remaining under the
rain-like shower head. Facing the teepee, he imagined Molly walking
naked into the structure with her arms secured behind her back. He
adored her breasts and would keep her in whatever position they’d
sit pushed out and his for the taking.

When they weren’t bouncing freely,
he wanted to clamp the tips and leave trapped bits of flesh for him
to lick, bite, and tease with his fingers. Maybe he’d use his new
nipple cylinders. Admittedly he’d bought them with her in mind. The
device would make her nipples stand out even further. Turn redder,
yes, but it was the standing out that had him stroking his rod a
little quicker.

Images of her sliding on and off
his cock while tied to the swing, secured to the horse with her ass
in the air and strapped to the frame, flicked across his mind like
a movie. No matter how he had her, he’d happily fuck her as she
screamed her passion.

There were two won’t do’s on his
personal list, however, and they were set in stone. He’d never
cover her eyes because he wanted to see the blue as he took her. He
wanted to watch the pleasure bleed into them and their focus to be
on him and them. Her mouth would also remain uncovered. She
possessed delightful lips and he wanted to dip his fingers between
them for her to suck, or thrust his cock in and out of
them.

He most wanted to hear her call him
by name while his hands, mouth, or cock gave her
pleasure.

Fast and furiously, he pumped his
rod as he looked at his teepee. Nothing but pleasure would happen
within its canvas walls, whether she was bound or not. The
structure was originally built to honor his heritage as a place for
him to exist tranquilly. He wasn’t a full blown Crow, but a mix of
various tribes and some white blood here and there. Jon did things
his way. Some, he believed, came from his heritage and others were
all him.

Peace and pleasure were two things
he wanted in life, and to have them however possible made him
happy. Pleasure hadn’t played a major role for him until Molly
entered his world. Now he needed to express his unique desire
however, wherever, and with whomever he wanted. He chose an English
flower.

Stroking himself made a loud slick
slapping sound because he was wet, and it pleased him to hear. Sex
and the enjoyment of it was nothing to hide from. Actually, it was
something to revere, honor, and he planned on doing that with Molly
at his side.

“Molly,” he groaned out loud.
Flashing before his eyes, she thrust her bare breasts up for him to
devour, and seed shot from his cock. Shouting at full volume and
with pleasure, he climaxed in the wild.

Turning around, he doused his body
with cold water and laughed because he remained hard. His boner was
sticking out, but it might as well. Turning off the water, he
collected his things and walked back toward his house. Only one
thing ruled Jon’s brain, and it was how he couldn’t wait to have
her in his own space.

“You look gorgeous,” Saki told her
as she stood back and looked Molly over.

Because it was warm at night, Molly
chose a loose black skirt, which fell below her knees, and a
short-sleeved, almost sheer white blouse. Normally she’d wear a
bra, chemise, or at least a tank top beneath to make it less
va-va-voomish.

Knowing where to look, she could
see her nipples and they seemed obvious, but she would admit it
wasn’t as noticeable as she assumed they’d be.

Molly was slightly uncomfortable
with baring it all and kept tugging her blouse away from her
breasts.

“Stop it! Seriously, I can hardly
see them and I know they’re painted red.”

“I don’t know. What if Matt or Ted
notice? I would be so embarrassed.” She pulled on her top and tried
again to hide her nipples, only nothing worked. Maybe she should
put her bra on and be done with trying to seduce Jon.

“You survived almost climaxing
before them a few hours ago. I think you can handle a nipple flash
or two. Besides, it will keep them thinking about painted breasts
and encourage them to seek me out. At least, I hope they’ll look
for me now we’ve crossed over to having sex of some sort. After our
ride earlier, they better do more than look.”

They’d shared a few details about
what had happened earlier when Saki rode out with Matt and Ted to
check outlying shacks and fences. Things had been rather heated,
and oral sex had ruled the moment since no one remembered to bring
condoms. Either way, they’d taken a large step toward being
together, and Molly couldn’t be happier for her friend. Saki had
wanted to find love and she had, times two.

Personally, she liked the guys and
was thrilled for them all. Of course, she wished them nothing but
years and years of happiness together.

“I’m not sure. You know this is a
huge step for me. If he can see my nipples then he can definitely
see my tattoo,” she confided to her friend. The other woman knew
about her inked back. It wasn’t anything she was ashamed to possess
per se, but she wasn’t happy it was there and didn’t want the
questions seeing it would bring up.

“You know what, it’s a conversation
you must have with him sooner or later, why not sooner?”

“I suppose.” She wasn’t sure, but a
knock on the door sounded and her time was up.

“Here we go! I’ll let him in as I
head over to Matt and Ted’s. You two can walk together, alone, and
talk.”

“No, wait, it’s all ri—”

“I can’t hear you,” Saki called out
as she made her way to the front door.

Damn, her friend had thrown her in
the deep end and left!

“Jon’s here and I’ll see you up at
the house,” her friend yelled out, and shut the front
door.

There was no hope for her, she had
to take charge and move on, but with a jumper. Grabbing a sweater
from the cabinet, she slipped it on as she walked out to meet the
man she hoped to seduce. The sweater would probably come off later.
She simply needed a bit more time to get used to flashing her
nipples.

“Hi,” Molly offered as she stepped
into the living room.

Jon looked handsome and
comfortable. Jeans, boots, and a faded and probably favorite
t-shirt he’d left untucked made the man look beyond swoon worthy.
Everything looked well worn, the jeans even had a rip along the
knee, but he didn’t appear messy or uncaring. He looked
comfortable, at ease with life and sexy as hell.

The calm surrounding him threw her
for a loop. Did he even remember what happened in the barn? How
close he came to making her orgasm? She’d been panting for more
from him while pressed up against his body and what, nothing? No
ruffled feathers like she had at seeing him?

“Hello, beautiful,” he told her as
he reached for her hand and squeezed it while he kissed her lightly
on the lips.

Apparently all she needed was to
hear his voice and she was instantly back in the barn, ready to lie
down with him. Shaking her head, she silently reminded herself she
was on a mission to seduce him, and she wasn’t going to deviate
from that now.

Smiling up into his deep brown
eyes, she turned her hand in his, held on, and told him what she’d
been thinking since their earlier interlude. The woman unsure of
what to do next was not invited to dinner.

“You are an incredible man who made
me feel frisky this afternoon. Thank you for the pleasure and I
hope we do it again with a more satisfying end.” She wasn’t sure if
she was blushing, although she was definitely feeling the
heat.

“Plan on it,” he growled and kissed
her with a firmer touch. He slid his hand through her hair and used
his hold on her head to keep it tilted for him to deepen their
connection. There was only one hand holding her, but she wasn’t
sure where the other was until her heart thumped. The other hand
grasped her chin as he swept his thumb over her lips, then gently
tugged. She opened her mouth and his tongue swooped in to slip
around hers.

When his hand left her chin and
reached down to squeeze and cup her backside, she couldn’t stop the
groan of pleasure. She wanted him before he manhandled her and,
with his touch, she became a puddle of need.

Within a heartbeat of having her
ready to beg for more from him, he pulled back and ran his thumb
back and forth across her tender lips. They parted and would’ve
taken the digit in her mouth if he didn’t take a step
back.

“Dinner. We need to eat dinner
first,” he muttered aloud, although she believed he might be trying
to convince himself of the necessity.

Molly definitely needed reminding
and convincing. Her head was spinning around him, his touch, and
how much she wanted to experience more of it. One touch, one kiss,
and she was completely lost. The man had the ability to turn her
world upside down and inside out with passion holding it
together.

After a few deep breaths as he
stared at her, he leaned down to pick a bag up and held out his
hand.

“Shall we go?” he murmured and
waited for her to collect herself enough to walk toward the
door.

Before he opened the door, he
turned to her and said one more thing, and the heat ruling her body
sped back up.

“Remember where we were for later,”
he told with a wicked smile and one last kiss.

They walked the stone path to the
Wilson brothers’ house in the waning light with his arm rested
across her shoulder. She liked the weight of its presence, the
security it offered. For some reason it seemed right having him
anchored to her side.

The conversation between them kept
to generalities such as the weather and progress of the project. In
less than five minutes they were walking through the door. Molly
was relaxed and comfortable with Jon, although her pussy
occasionally throbbed as a reminder of her unfulfilled
need.

“Coward,” Saki whispered as she
came up and waited to hear what beverages they wanted.

“I’ll have water, thank you,” she
said with what she knew was a weak smile. Of course she was afraid
to take the sweater off, although she knew it would eventually go.
The need to tease Jon’s passion was stronger than the one she had
to keep her nipples and tattoo hidden.

“Water, please,” Jon growled and
she blushed profusely under the stares of Ted and Matt.

Were their plans for a passionate
meeting of some sort later obvious to everyone? Normally she’d have
a glass of wine and him a whisky or beer with dinner, but no, they
both wanted water. She chose to be clear-headed and had a feeling
he had as well.

“Interesting,” Ted offered as an
aside.

Unable to take the stress any
longer, she dashed into the kitchen to help Saki with the
drinks.

“A sweater? A cardigan? Come on,
Molly. You’re only delaying the inevitable showdown between you
two. Take it off and accept the challenge to get your
man.”

Her friend was right. The challenge
to seduce Jon had already been tossed down. She might as well carry
on and win the man.

“Fine,” she said as she took the
sweater off and picked up a couple of glasses already on the
countertop. She wasn’t sure what they were or who they were for,
but she took them and would figure things out.

Walking into the other room, she
looked to see at least what color the drinks were and decided one
was water and the other was colored. Stopping in front of Jon, she
handed him the water with a smile and turned to Matt.

“Is this one yours?” She asked the
question and smiled even bigger. Groaning erupted hind her. Her
soon to be lover had expressed himself when seeing her breasts.
This would be an interesting night.

“Fucking hell,” he groaned under
his breath, but loud enough that Ted looked at him with a
laugh.

“I believe some people would call
it ‘throwing down the gauntlet’. My friend, I think you’ve been
challenged to seduce the woman. What’s your plan?”

“Accept and get on with it.” Jon
finished the water in one gulp and went into the kitchen for a
bigger glass and more water. He had a feeling he was going to need
it.

Seeing Saki closing a bottle of
wine, he knew what had happened.

“Did you suggest Molly paint her
nipples red and go braless tonight?” He asked the question without
looking at the woman. Instead, Jon got another glass and filled it
with water, waiting patiently for her answer, even though he knew
it already.

“Um, yes, but only as, as a,
I…”

“Thank you,” he murmured as he
placed a kiss on her cheek before heading back into the living
room.

Lust ran through him, burned
through him as he watched the mounds of flesh gently sway beneath
her blouse. The bright red nipples weren’t obvious, but neither
could they be ignored. They made a beautiful sight for him. He
could look all he wanted, but he wouldn’t be able to touch his
cock.