Wildcat (7 page)

She spread her thighs and he guided his cock into her dripping core in one quick thrust. Pure pleasure rippled through Catie at the feel of him inside her, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. She flattened her hands on the desktop and tilted her head back, lost in the sensations.

“Watch.” Jarrod’s voice was gruff as he grasped her thighs with his hands. “Watch me fuck you.”

Catie looked down at where they were joined. The mere sight of his cock thrusting in and out of her pussy was enough to drive her closer and closer to peak. Her juices coated him, his length glistening in the low den lighting.

Lowering his head, he pressed his mouth against hers, urging her up to meet him. His tongue slid between her lips, matching the motion and rhythm of his cock.

She moaned into his mouth, dizzy, wild with lust. The smell of their sex was an aphrodisiac, heightening her arousal, sending her senses spiraling. Her body was hot, her nipples tingling with every brush of his solid chest.

He raised his head and glanced to where his cock moved within her pussy, then back to her eyes. “You fit me perfectly, Catie Wilds.” He drove into her, harder and harder yet.

She gasped and her eyes widened as her body trembled with the oncoming climax

“That’s it.” Jarrod gripped her legs tighter, never slowing in his motion. “Come on, honey.”

Catie cried out as the muscles in her belly contracted with each wave of her orgasm. Every thrust of his cock sent another swell of pleasure throughout her body. It seemed like her climax would never end. Like she’d be locked with him forever, her body shuddering with every crest and ebb.

Even as he shouted her name, even as his cock jerked and throbbed within her core, Catie was swept away in a tidal wave of sensation that threatened to drown her.

Threatened to steal her heart and never let go.

* * * * *

The telephone’s incessant ring broke into Jarrod’s climax-fogged mind. If it didn’t mean pulling his cock from Catie’s warm depths, he would have reached over and thrown that damn telephone out the window.

“You’re in hot demand, Sheriff.” Catie’s teasing voice murmured in his ear as the answering machine clicked on and she heard a standard message being played. “You gonna get that?”

“No.” The word was a rumble in Jarrod’s chest as he kissed the soft skin of her neck. “Whoever it is can go to hell for all I care.”

The outgoing message stopped, and then Deputy Forrester came on the line. “Sheriff, I need a word with you. It’s about St—”

The moment he heard Forrester’s voice, Jarrod moved so fast that he was able to pick up the phone just as the man said, “Wilds.”

“I’m right here,” Jarrod growled, yanking up his jeans and looking away from Catie’s frown. “What’s so damn important that you had to call me at home on my day off?”

“Uh, well…” The deputy sounded like he was uncomfortable with the news he was relaying. “Kev Grand said he was out checking his fence line the other night. The same night someone tried to mess with that new bull of the MacLeod’s. Claims he saw a horse and rider leaving the Flying M Ranch—and he recognized the horse.”

Jarrod’s gaze flicked to Catie. She was still naked, but now looking at the carvings of old cowpokes that he’d done. “And…” he prompted Forrester.

“Grand says it was Catie Wilds’ appaloosa, and the rider was the same size as Steve.”

“Shit.” Jarrod drew in a harsh breath and Catie’s gaze shot to him. She bit her lower lip and scooped the T-shirt off the floor and left his den, probably to give him some privacy.

“What do you want me to do, Sheriff?” Forrester asked in an even tone.

“Nothing yet. Let me check things out.” Jarrod stared out the door Catie had disappeared through. “You just see what else you can dig up. And don’t narrow the focus. Got me?”

After he hung up with Forrester, Jarrod stroked his hand over his mustache, trying to puzzle through what was going on. Steve Wilds had motive and opportunity, but did he have the connections to rustle all the cattle, then liquidate them for cash?

Although the evidence was starting to point at Wilds, something in Jarrod’s gut told him it was all too neat. There was a hell of a lot going on around here—more than what met the eye.

He picked up the receiver and dialed up Rocky Brogan, a buddy of his that could do some quick, efficient research—beyond anything he could manage to scrape together through the Sheriff’s Department.

“Brogan here,” the man’s baritone came on the line.

“Jarrod Savage.” His eyes remained on the doorway, making sure Catie didn’t come marching through, and he kept his voice low. “I need you to get some down and dirty on a few characters.”

“Shoot, pardner.”

“All currently reside in or around Douglas, Arizona.” Clearing his throat, Jarrod continued, “Steve Wilds, part owner of the Wilds Ranch. Jake Reynolds, Intelligence Agent with Customs, just married the owner of the Flying M, or so my big-mouthed secretary claims. Jess Lawless, foreman for the Flying M. Kev Grand, owner of the Bar One.” Jarrod’s brow furrowed as he gave the last name. “And Ryan Forrester, Cochise County Deputy.”

Brogan repeated all the information and punctuated it with a small grunt. “Give me a couple of days.”

“Thanks,” Jarrod replied. “I’ll look for it Monday.”

After he placed the receiver back on the cradle, Jarrod rubbed his forehead, trying to ease the beginnings of a headache. Damn but he didn’t like the way things were turning. Didn’t like it at all.

Chapter Six

Golden light of a new morning spilled through the shutters and onto Jarrod’s eyelids, but he was too comfortable holding his little wildcat. He kept his eyes closed, enjoying the feel of her in his arms, filling his lungs with her perfume of vanilla musk and the scents of their mingled sex.

Catie stirred next to him, her hip rubbing against his hard-as-iron cock. “Better watch it,” he murmured, his voice thick with sleep. “Or I might just have to wake you properly.”

“Oh, yeah?” Her tone was light and teasing as she caressed his forearm.

But then he heard a familiar metal click at the same moment cool metal clamped around his wrist.

His eyes shot open and he yanked his arm, only to have metal dig into his flesh. He was handcuffed to the bedrail.

Catie giggled, rolling away from him and off the bed before he had the chance to grab her with his free hand. She dragged the comforter along with her so that he was completely naked, then dropped it to the floor as she said, “I told you that you’d pay.”

“You sure did.” Jarrod couldn’t help but grin at the sight of her eyes glinting with laughter. But his smile faded as his gaze traveled down her length, from her tousled hair to her pert nipples, on past her flat stomach to her beautiful shaved mound.

His cock was so hard he was afraid he’d come right on the bed. “Over here. Now.”

Her grin widened. “Don’t you know? Paybacks are a bitch, sugar.”

Letting her gaze linger on his cock, she licked her lips. Something told Jarrod he just might enjoy her version of paybacks. But then again, when it came to Catie Wilds, nothing was a certainty. And nothing was easy.

“I have to teach you a lesson.” She walked around the bed, studying him like a buyer examining a bull at an auction. “Now I could just leave you locked up—take your truck and go on home.”

Jarrod frowned. “Uh, honey—”

“Hold on, I’m thinking here.” Catie held up her hand, a look of serious consideration on her face. “Or I could force you to have wild sex with me.”

“That’d be a hardship.” Jarrod’s cock jumped against his belly, and he held back a grin. “But I think I could manage.”

“Hmmm.” She strolled closer to his side of the bed, but kept her enticing body out of reach. “Of course, I could always get my revenge in another way.”

A rumble of sheer lust rose up in his throat, and he bit the inside of his cheek so hard he tasted blood.

“Do you want to touch me, Jarrod?” Slowly, deliberately, she ran her tongue along her lower lip while she cupped her breasts in her palms, her chocolate eyes focused on him.

“Yeah.” His voice was hoarse and he swallowed, hard, then swallowed again as she pulled at her pert nipples. Nipples he wanted to suck and lick and nip at with his teeth.

A sensual smile teased the corner of her mouth as she let one of her hands drift down her flat belly to her silken mound. “Would you like to see me touch myself?”

“Catie…” Jarrod groaned and pulled against the restraint, wondering if he could bust the rail, snatch her before she knew he was loose, and fuck her ten ways ‘til Sunday. His cock was so hard it practically pointed toward the ceiling.

“How about if I make myself come while you watch?” She widened her stance and slipped her fingers into her pussy. Her lips parted and her eyelids fluttered as she stroked her clit with one hand while tweaking her nipple with her other. “I like how you fuck me, Jarrod.” Again she licked her lips, this time her gaze focused on his cock. “Would you like to fuck me now?”

“Hell, yes.” The cuff rattled against the rail as he strained against it.

“What if I sit on your face?” Catie seemed lost in the sensations of taunting him while stroking herself pussy. “Would you like that?”

He clenched his fist and practically growled at her. “Why don’t I show you?”

She turned her back to him and bent over, her legs parted so that he could clearly see her beautiful shaved pussy, and her fingers teasing her clit. Looking over her shoulder, she said, “Would you like to fuck me from behind?”

Jarrod roared and slid his legs over the side of the bed, trying to grab her with his free hand. The cuffs slid along the rail, and held fast, keeping Jarrod only inches from reaching Catie.

She taunted him as she looked over her shoulder and gave him that sexy smile. “Yeah, that’s it.”

He yanked so hard against the restraints that the bed moved a good six inches.

Catie gasped as Jarrod hooked his free arm around her waist and pulled her ass tight against his throbbing cock. “You need to be punished, woman.”

“I have been a bad girl.” She bent even lower, rubbing her ass against him. “So what are you going to do about it?”

“I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk straight.” Jarrod stepped back against the bed, dragging Catie with him. In a quick motion, he flipped her around. She squealed as she found herself sprawled on the bed, her ass sticking up in the air. It was a tricky maneuver, considering he was handcuffed to the rail, and it didn’t leave a lot of room for error. But he was a man bent on fucking his woman.

He guided his cock into her wet folds, nudging her legs farther apart. The walls of her core gripped him tight and he damn near came right then and there.

She moaned as he sank deep inside her pussy. Gripping the bed sheet in her hands, she pressed her ass back against him. “I’ve been a
real
bad girl. I think you’d better take that into consideration.”

The cuff yanked against Jarrod’s wrist as he powered his cock within Catie’s slick depths. Her passionate cries added even more fuel to his frenzied thrusts.

He didn’t have much more time before he came. This woman drove him crazy, made him so damn hot with lust he couldn’t think straight. As he pumped in and out of her pussy, he reached around her hips and stroked her clit.

That was all it took. She screamed into the bed sheet, her body tensing against him, the muscles of her core clenching his cock. Jarrod bit back a shout as he came. His dick throbbed and pulsed as he collapsed against her backside, doing his best to keep his weight off her.

“Mmmm.” Catie sighed, enjoying the feel of Jarrod’s muscled body pressed along her length. She wiggled her hips and was rewarded by the feel of his cock hardening inside her. “What’s for breakfast?”

Jarrod chuckled and pressed his lips to her hair. “Depends on whether or not you unlock this cuff.”

“And if I say no?”

“Then I keep you right here where I’ve got you.”

“That’s not so bad.” She shimmied her hips again. “I kinda like it.”

“Uh-huh.” The cuff rattled against the bedpost as he shifted. “I’m getting a cramp here.”

“Ahhh, poor baby.” Catie tried to move out from under Jarrod’s weight, but he had her pinned tight to the mattress. “Okay. Let me go and I’ll get the key.”

“How do I know I can trust you?” Jarrod withdrew his cock from her core and eased his weight to the side, but still kept his free arm around her waist. “After all, you are a real bad girl.”

“Well next time you can spank me.” Her remark was flippant, but in the next second Jarrod smacked her ass with the flat of his hand. “Ow!” Surprise shot through Catie. His hand was so large compared to her butt that both cheeks stung, yet at the same time her pussy flooded with moisture.

“If you’re bad, that’s what you can expect.” He nuzzled her nape, his breath warm across her shoulder blades.

Catie moaned. “Don’t forget. This bad girl always gets her revenge.”

“I’m counting on it, little wildcat.” Low laughter rumbled through Jarrod’s chest. “I’m counting on it.”