The Cowboy's Property (Siren Publishing Classic) (5 page)

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Jack stared at the tiny cabin through his windshield. His cock had been hard for the last hour just thinking about getting her alone. It had been hard as hell to concentrate on business with his dick pressing against his fly all night.

He stepped out of his truck and walked to the door. A quick knock and the door opened. Kayla stood before him looking like the picture of every erotic fantasy he’d been having lately. Sexy and in dire need of the same thing he was.

“You look good enough to eat.” His hands went straight to her waist and pulled her against him.

“Not yet.” She turned in his arms and poked her head through the open doorway. “I’ll be back later, Uncle Jerry.” She closed the door quickly and pushed him toward his truck.

“What’s the rush?” Jack slammed the door behind him and started the engine.

“Let’s just say that Uncle Jerry wouldn’t be very thrilled that he didn’t get to meet you and give you his famous talk.” She slid across the seat and pressed her body against his.

“Ah.” He drove down the blacktop drive and turned left on the highway toward the lake.

Her hands glided across his thigh. “I’ve been waiting to touch you all day.”

“Doesn’t look like we’ll have to wait much longer.” A brown and gold sign indicated the road to the lake. He signaled with his blinker and turned onto the narrow road.

“Good, because it’s been an excruciating day.”

A moan ripped from between his lips as she rubbed her palm across his cock. “Oh, yeah?”

“Very,” she murmured. “Just thinking about your cock has had me close to coming more than once.”

Moist heat from her mouth scorched his neck and sent a rush of blood into his already hard tool. God, he hoped the lake was close. He didn’t know how much longer he could wait before getting his hands on her. “I would have hated to have missed that.”

She nipped his earlobe. “It would have been a shame.” Her hot tongue trailed the shell of his ear. “I want you to fuck me so badly.”

The parking lot loomed empty in the twin beams of his truck. He stopped the truck, killed the motor, and turned to face her. “I plan on it.” His hands framed her face and pulled her to him. Lips met in a hot, wet kiss full of promise and need.

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Kayla had wanted him to kiss her. She’d been expecting it, but no amount of readiness could prepare her for how hot it was. He brushed his tongue across her lips, and she opened for him. He tasted faintly of coffee and hot, sexy man.

She moaned and threaded her fingers into his hair, knocking his hat into the backseat of his four-door pickup. Her tongue met his thrust for thrust. Curling and teasing. Advancing and retreating. Kayla tugged him closer, not wanting any space between their bodies.

He must have sensed her desire for more contact because he lowered one arm, braced it on the seat behind her, and gently eased her back. The weight of his body angled across hers was exquisite torture.

Her nipples pebbled as he fisted a hand in her unbound hair. The sounds of the night outside the truck faded as he continued to make love to her mouth. His tongue slid across her teeth and over her lower lip before plunging back into the depths of her mouth to find its partner. Never in her life had she wanted a man so badly. To feel him pressed against her with no barriers. Her soft to his hard. Her smooth to his rough.

Jack’s hand trailed from her hair to cup her breast through the thin material of her shirt. He raked his thumb across the ridged peak, and she moaned. She ran her hands down his back until she found the hem of his shirt. Jerking it up, she let her hands slide across the warm skin she found underneath.

He pressed his cock against her thigh and rolled her nipple between his fingers. A rush of cream flooded her pussy. His hand skimmed across her ribs and stomach to find the hem of her shirt. His callused fingertips rasped across her abdomen as they made a slow trek north.

A shiver coursed through her as his fingers found the satin edge of her bra. Hot, moist kisses trailed across her jaw to the side of her neck. She angled her head to grant him better access to the sensitive skin. Goose bumps erupted across her body as he gently nipped the area where her neck and shoulder met.

“You need to get that shirt off.” With precise moves, he stripped her of the soft cotton and flung it onto the dash. His thumbs grazed her nipples, bringing them to tight peaks through the pink satin of her bra. “You’re perfect.” He dropped his head and laved one of the taut buds through the material.

Her grip in his hair tightened.

The front clasp of her bra snicked, and the satin parted. Jack slid the straps off her arms and bared her breasts. He tugged at her nipple as he bit her again. Harder. A perfect mixture of pain and pleasure that caused her muscles to clench and tingle below the waistline of her jeans. She dug her nails into his back and rocked her hips against his in a silent plea for more.

With a low growl, he dipped his head and drew her aching bud forcefully into his mouth. She arched her back and cried out. Her hands slipped from his back, down to cup his ass, and press him closer to her aching pussy in an attempt to ease some of the pressure. A moan of pleasure slipped past her lips at the erotic sensation.

He lifted his head and brought his lips down on hers in a fevered kiss. Tongues clashed as he gripped her hips and ground his rock-hard length against her. He slid his hand between them and fumbled with the button of her jeans. Someone cleared his throat.

Her eyes snapped open. She looked up at Jack, who was staring at someone standing past her head and out of her line of sight. She tilted her head up and to the left only to find herself staring at the upside-down image of a flashlight-wielding local park ranger through the open truck window.

“Evening, Kayla.”

“Hey, Matt.” She did her best to sound casual and unaffected by his arrival. Thankful Jack was concealing her nudity.

Matt shined his beam on Jack. “What are you two doing out here anyway? The park’s closed.”

“Come on, Matt, we weren’t hurting anything.”

He shook his head and reached into his shirt pocket. “I’m going to have to write you a ticket, Kayla. You know the rules, and I’m not going to bend them for you.”

“Sir—” Kayla looked at Jack as he started to speak and shook her head. She gave him a quick wink and turned back to watch Matt fill out the ticket.

“You can pay this at headquarters anytime before the eighteenth of this month.”

She reached above her head and took the citation from his extended hand. “Thank you, Matt. I understand that rules are rules, and everyone should abide by them. I promise I’ll go in first thing in the morning and pay it.”

Matt nodded his head and turned back toward his truck. “Nobody’s above the rules,” he called over his shoulder.

“I know, that’s why I’m going to tell Andrew I saw you and Peggy fooling around by Beaver Pond two weeks ago while you were still on duty.” Kayla smiled up at Jack.

He let loose a string of colorful words and stomped back to the truck. Snatching the ticket from her hand, he tore it up and stuffed it into his pocket. “Goodnight, Kayla.”

She gave him a finger wave and listened to him stomp to his vehicle, slam the door, and drive back to the main road. Jack chuckled, and she turned to look at him. “What are you laughing at?”

“You, and the way you can manipulate a situation to work in your favor.”

“I only use the tactic if the situation warrants the need, and Matt has been pissing in my Cheerios for the last couple of years. He thinks he’s above the rules he so freely hands out to others. He needed to be brought down a notch.” Kayla watched his eyes twinkle in the moonlight.

“Why is he gunning for you?”

“Matt thinks he’s God’s gift and screws anything with tits. I turned him down when he asked me out.”

Jack traced her jaw with his fingertips. “Can’t blame a guy for trying.”

“Yeah, well, I just wish some guys wouldn’t even try.” Kayla shivered as he ran his thumb across her lower lip.

“Are you glad I tried?” His voice dropped to a low, seductive rumble.

“Absolutely,” she whispered.

He cocked his head to the side and let fingertips trail down the side of her neck. “Do you think we are ever going to get to finish what we started?”

Kayla closed her eyes at the sensations and bit back a moan. “I’m beginning to wonder.”

Jack slid his hand around to cup the back of her head and pulled her close enough she could feel his breath on her lips. “Stop wondering because I am going to make sure of it.” He flicked his tongue across her bottom lip and pulled back. “Now, where were we?”

“As much as I want to keep going, I wouldn’t put it past Matt to call one of the other guards on duty to pester us.”

“I guess you’re right.” Jack growled low in his throat.

They untangled themselves from each other. Kayla fastened her bra and donned her T-shirt while Jack retrieved his Stetson from the floorboard behind his seat. The ride back to her cabin was quiet. He got out and came around the truck to open her door for her and helped her out.

“I’m sorry we got interrupted tonight.” He brushed his lips across hers.

“I am too.” Kayla wrapped her arms around his waist.

“I’ve only got a few days left here, then I’ll be heading home.” His whispered voice sent a shiver up her spine.

Her stomach dropped. Only a few more days. After he was gone her life would return to normal. Boring, filled with work, and lonely as hell. “Let’s not talk about that now.” She tipped her head back and gazed into his dark eyes. Fuck, she would miss him after he left.

She gave him another kiss and turned to the front door of the cabin. “I’m sorry you missed the chance tonight to see what I have on under my jeans.” With a twist of her wrist, she opened the door and stepped across the threshold. Jack stood with his hip against the door of his truck watching her.

“Oh, yeah? Lace or satin?”

She cast him a sexy smile and started to close the door. “Nothing at all.”

Jack stood on the balcony outside his suite and watched Kayla walk to the hot tub near the pool. It was just past eleven at night, and the lodge was deathly quiet. She’d been gone all day on a guided ride, and he had missed her. He dragged his hand across the stubble on his jaw. Missed her? Hell, he’d done more than miss her. He had ached for her.

She dropped her towel on one of the rustic lounge chairs near the hot tub and slipped out of her shirt and jeans. Jack hardened instantly. The little blue bikini she wore didn’t leave much to the imagination. It covered enough to be deemed decent but left enough revealed to be deadly.

He tracked her movements as she slipped into the heated water and leaned her head against the edge. Never in his life had he been so drawn to a woman. The urge to spend every waking minute with her was overpowering.

Her hand brushed a lock of hair off her face and then trailed down her neck before disappearing below the surface of the water again. The desire to join her was more than he could handle. He snatched the room key from the nightstand and made his way to the ground floor and out the back door.

Landscaped gardens surrounded the swimming area, creating a living barrier and offering the occupants a sense of privacy. Jack slipped through the wrought iron gate and quietly latched it behind himself. Small solar lights placed throughout the gardens cast a romantic glow along the walkway to the hot tub.

Kayla’s head still rested against the rim of the tub as he climbed the three steps to the wooden deck that surrounded it. The noise from the bubbles and churning water concealed his approach and gave him the opportunity to watch her while she remained unaware of his presence.

She looked exhausted. The guided ride to the continental divide must have been a rough one, and having seen some of the guests who went on the ride today, he was sure they hadn’t made it any easier. It was a long, tiresome ride even for experienced riders, but when you added a few prissy little rich girls into the mix, the headache multiplied.

“Are you just going to stand there and stare at me all night?” Her eyes remained closed as she spoke.

“How did you know I was here?” He walked closer and squatted down beside her.

A low chuckle slipped from between her lips. “You’re a predictable man, Jack. I’ve been gone all day, and I knew I might have ten minutes tops before you came down here.” When she opened her eyes and looked at him, the weariness was evident.

He reached out and brushed his fingers across her cheek. “I did miss you today, but I think I’ll go back to my room and let you enjoy the water. We can talk tomorrow.” He stood and started to leave when her voice stopped him.

“If you join me in here, we could talk now.”

A slow smile spread across his lips. “I don’t have my swim trunks with me.”

She drew an x on the skin just above her left breast and said, “I promise I’ll only peek.”

“Stare to your heart’s content. My only problem is, if I don’t have a suit on, it will be one less layer to separate us, and I don’t have any self-control where you’re concerned.” He sat down on the closest lounge chair and pulled off his boots.

Her gaze followed his hands as he unbuttoned his shirt. “That’s the whole allure of getting you in this water.”

“I love the way your mind works.” He stood, unbuttoned his jeans, and pushed them down his legs.

“Why, Mr. Monroe, I think you forgot an important article of clothing this morning when you were getting dressed.” Her eyes focused on his jutting cock. “What would your mother say about you not wearing any underwear?”

He laughed and stepped out of his jeans. “She’d say I’m a big boy.”

Kayla ran her tongue across her lips and nodded. “And she’d certainly be right.”

Jack eased into the water across from her. He knew if he didn’t maintain some distance between them they would end up making love right here under the stars. Not that it was a bad idea, but it wasn’t exactly a private place. This was a guest ranch with at least thirty other people in the lodge. Granted, they were all probably sleeping soundly in their beds, but there was no way to be sure they wouldn’t be interrupted or seen from one of the lodge windows.