Compromised Cowgirl (18 page)

“You call this work?” She did as he said, smiling to herself when her raised elbows, and breasts, made him swallow hard.

He soaped up his hands and set them on her waist. He winked and then turned so one hand washed her back and the other, her front. She shivered, her skin chilling as it got wet.

“Don’t take too long. I’m getting cold.”

“I told you. I’m meticulous.”

“What’s that mean?”

“That means it will take as long as it takes. I want every trace of Ace and Sin gone. Then I’m going to seduce you as if you’d never had a man touch you.”

He bent over, sliding the fingers of his left hand between her ass cheeks and the right between her pussy lips. She moved her feet apart to give him more room. He warned her with a look not to move and got more soap. He knelt on the sand, his head by her stomach, his left arm between her legs. The soap let his finger easily enter her bottom. She shuddered, but he quickly removed it and concentrated on her cheeks with that hand. She moved her own concentration to the fingers of his right hand, working on her pussy. He separated each fold, circling her clit but not quite touching it, until he was satisfied.

“Now to rinse. Close your eyes.”

She expected him to dribble the water over her shoulders. Instead, he poured the whole bucket over her. Warm water sluiced off the soap but quickly turned chill. She shivered and turned to the pool.

“Not so fast,” he warned. “Your turn to wash me.”

She glowered but he dared her to complain like a girl. She filled the bucket, purposely getting it from the cooler part of the pool, and set it at his feet. She tried to use the rose soap on him, but he shook his head and handed her the yellow soap.

“I want you to be just as thorough as I was,” he said.

She glowered, as she wanted to wash him quickly and get warm. So she got her hands very wet and rubbed soap all over his body, from his ears to toes, avoiding the middle. When he growled a warning, she knelt with her left shoulder facing him, as he had done to her.

She lathered up her hands well and grasped his cock with her right hand. It jumped in her grip. She couldn’t close her hand around it, but held it as steady as she could. She sent her left hand between his legs and behind his balls. She swept her fingers between his cheeks. His cock jumped again. She wondered if men liked a finger in their bottom as much as women. She pressed her index finger in to the first knuckle and twisted.

“Kee-rist!”

He bent forward, grabbing her shoulders for balance. His cock swelled even more in her fist. Taking it as a request for more, she smiled to herself and pushed farther, up to her second knuckle. He groaned as she pulsed in and out. When he shuddered she pulled out, wrapped her left arm around his thigh, and concentrated on his front.

She gripped his cock as best she could and ran her hand up and down. She’d only done it twice when he covered his hand with his own.

“Enough. Time to rinse me off.”

His deep voice was rough, almost shuddering. She smirked to herself, proud she could affect him so much. He knelt and she picked up the bucket. She poured it all out, moving the flow from his front to his back. As soon as it was empty she set it down and danced down to the water, eager to get warm. She waded in as far as her hips and ducked to cover her shoulders.

She pushed off and floated on her back, sculling to keep from sinking. When she was cold she let her body sink a bit, then went back to the surface. The switch from chilly to hot and back again woke every pore and nerve ending.

“Oh, that feels so good,” she moaned.

* * * *

Henry gripped his fists at his side and watched Jessie float. If this is what Ace saw when he stormed after what he thought was a boy, no wonder he hadn’t made sure she was a well-used woman.

Her breasts bobbed in the water, aflame from the last of the sunset. Her moans bounced around the rocks, surrounding him with her need. She might be moaning about the hot water now, but there was more to come. Lots more.

First, a fire. He’d brought kindling and a couple of logs in the bucket in case there wasn’t anything nearby. The heat would warm the rocks behind it and reflect it back to where he planned to seduce his lady. By the time they finished in the water, the heat should have dried the sand so the quilts wouldn’t get wet.

Fussy, be damned. When things are well planned, the outcome is usually better.

When Sin first said Jessie’s full name, he’d been too shocked by her naked, female, body for it to register. But on the ride up, he’d worked things out.

Ranger was taking care of Jessie just as Henry would his own sisters. For some reason, the Double Diamond men were good enough to marry the only Elliott female. He was damn sure nobody but Ranger, and maybe Patrick, knew Jessie was living with them. If Trace or, God forbid, Ross and Gillis found out she was no longer a virgin, they’d be strung up.

Unless one of them proposed marriage. After tonight, Jessie was well and truly compromised. She was no longer innocent. He chuckled quietly as he shaved a piece of kindling to catch a spark. Jessie’s demands for fulfillment proved she was more than ready to marry. His respect for Ranger went up a couple notches.

Today was the day Jessie should have turned up at the Bitterroot Ranch, demanding Ranger take her on as full partner. Instead, she was being thoroughly, and delightedly, debauched by three men. How long before Ranger stopped by to find evidence?

Since Ace slept downstairs, and he made it clear that Jessie would share his bed, he would be the one Ranger found if he came sneaking by before they were up. Ace would finally have a purpose for the top hat he’d insisted on carting all this way. He could wear it at his wedding.

Henry let the warmth of the fire seep into him for a moment. He looked around as the last rays of sun faded. They would build a shelter here so they could come in the winter. Tell the others about it and share it as a family resource. Maybe that would make up for taking Jessie before vows were said.

He snorted a laugh and stood up to watch her float, arms and legs wide. Nope. Nothing would make up for that. Nothing but a shotgun wedding as soon as possible. He chuckled as he walked down to the water. He’d have that warm wife heating his bed this winter after all.

She saw him coming and rolled over. She frog-kicked to the far side of the pool, her ass high out of the water.

“I can swim like a fish, so don’t try to escape.” He waded into the water and then ducked as she had. “I wish you’d told us about this weeks ago. My muscles were dang sore.”

“If you weren’t greenhorns, you would have ridden your whole property before Ranger and Patrick delivered your cattle. I shouldn’t have had to tell you about it.”

“You’re right.”

She swirled in the water to face him. “You admit it?”

He nodded and swam toward her. She watched him come. “Why shouldn’t I? It’s the truth. We’ve learned a lot from you over the last three weeks.” He stopped and treaded water a couple feet from her.

“You’re man enough to admit a woman’s right?”

“I’m man enough to do a lot of things.” He moved six inches closer. “When someone is right, it doesn’t matter whether they’re a child, woman or man. Right is right.” Another three inches.

“So you don’t mind that I’m better than you at a lot of things.”

He’d heard that tone from his second oldest sister often enough to know what she meant. She didn’t want to disappear in the woodwork. She wanted to be her own person, and accepted as such.

“The more I learn about ranching, the more I realize how much there is to do, and how difficult it is for only a few people to do it.”

He dropped his voice and came another few inches closer. He could reach her now, but it wasn’t yet time.

“You are smart as well as intelligent and educated. In
London
, where there are hundreds of people to talk and amuse oneself with, having a wife interested in the same things is not important. How many men and women live in this valley?”

“When Ben gets here there’ll be twenty-one men and three women.”

“If those twenty-four people are smart, capable, and eager to do well, we will all be better off. Why would I exclude anyone who could add to our community? Especially if one of the women has abilities and strengths that we need, and is eager to help?”

He moved so close her breasts almost brushed his chest.

“Your smarts, ability, and personality attract me, Jessie, but there’s a lot more to you. You’re brave, and resourceful, and funny. I want to stand beside you as you fight, and at the same time, protect you from anything that might harm you.”

She bit her lip as she stared at him. Her chin trembled.

“And you make me so damn hard I want to spread your legs and take you, pounding my cock in you until we both explode. And then I want to do it again.”

She moaned and grabbed him, arms around his neck and legs around his waist. He wrapped his arms around her, churning his legs to keep both of them upright.

“Turn onto your back so we can get closer to shore,” he said.

She released him and did as he asked. He caught her with his right arm under her breasts, and the two of them kicked toward shore through the steam. When he could reach the sandy bottom, he towed her until the water reached his waist. He released her, turning her chest to his again. He ducked until their faces were at the same level.

“That’s better,” he murmured. He pulled her close. “Miss Jessamine Elliott, I wish to court you, Western style. You have any objections?”

“What’s Western style?” She sounded breathless, as if she’d swum hard for hours.

“We do whatever feels good and damn the consequences.”

A hand grabbed his cock. His mouth went under water, he gasped, and took a mouthful down the wrong pipe. He stood up, choking and laughing. She kept her grip the whole time.

“That what you’re talking about, cowboy?” She laughed as well.

“Damn right,” he replied.

He held her hips for a second and lifted. She knew what he wanted and guided his cock into her heat. She wrapped her legs around him and pulled herself onto his cock. They both groaned as she wiggled her way until there was no gap between her skin and his.

“I wanted to take hours before we got to this point.” He rested his forehead on hers. “I was going to lick, kiss, and suck every bit of you, making you shake until you demanded that I make you come. Then I’d stop, and start over again.”

“It’s too cold to do that tonight. You’ll just have to show me on a sunny day.”

“Damn right, I will.” He looked up at the sandpit. “The fire looks ready for us.”

“A fire?” She laughed. “I didn’t even notice. That sounds good.”

She opened her ankles and wriggled as if to get free, but one of his hands held her ankles tight behind his back.

“Hold on tight.”

She gripped tighter, squeezing his cock. He gulped and strode through the water. Every step moved his cock inside her. Climbing the rocks was worse, or perhaps he should say better, as her pussy rubbed against him. They laughed as he dried them off and spread out the quilts as best he could with her attached like an erotic limpet. Finally, he went to his knees and gently laid her on her back. Though he wanted to finish the job, he pulled out. His cock felt so hot he was surprised it didn’t steam.

“I want you in me,” she demanded, trying to sit up.

He placed one hand on her ribs and held her down. He gave her the look that made the younger schoolboys follow his orders without question. “Not yet. There’s a certain fresh pussy I want to get acquainted with.” He covered her with a quilt to keep her warm.

“Don’t take too long. I’m getting hungry,” she said.

Her pout challenged him to prove he was better than Ace or Sin. “You’re going to be too busy gasping to think about supper.” He shuffled back and lay down, cupping her butt cheeks in each hand. “I don’t need food when I have you.” He inhaled her perfume and brought his mouth between her legs.

* * * *

Henry slid his hands under her, one on each cheek, and lifted her to his mouth. His slick body felt so good against hers in the water, and his thick cock filled her more than she’d known, but his tongue worked magic.

He attacked her like he did everything, with determination and a bit of fun. She lay sideways to the fire so they could both see each other. He looked up, his laughing eyes barely clearing her curls as he nosed her clit and sucked her lips. She gasped and pressed herself up with her heels to demand more, but he growled a warning as to who was in charge.

His tongue flicked sideways, soft like butterfly wings. He opened his mouth wide and sucked on as much of her as he could, his tongue now like a lance, stabbing into her pussy. He lifted her high and probed her bottom with his tongue. He set her down and went on one elbow, curling his fingers into her and up. He found a place that made her shudder.

“Like that, do you?”

“Do it again!”

He did, and she slammed her hands against the quilts. She’d been building since Sin exploded in her, hours before. Henry’s fingers, tongue, and lips brought her so close she could feel the coil about to spring.