Compromised Cowgirl (19 page)

“Not yet,” he said, and reared above her. He leaned on his palms, smiling smugly down at her. “Time to taste us.”

She grabbed his ears and pulled him down, kissing him deeply. She tasted nothing different from before, but it was good. He slid his tongue between her top lip and teeth. She went to do the same, but he lifted his head, both of them gasping.

He looked at her intensely, predator to prey, his eyes wide and wild. Without breaking their visual bond, he inserted his cock in her an inch. She tried to grab him with her inner muscles, but he wasn’t far enough in. She lifted her heels and grabbed another few inches. His cock was so wide it stretched her. She didn’t have to squeeze much to grip him. He leaned his weight on her, holding her from controlling his depth.

“You are mine, Jessie Elliott. Mine to take, and mine to share.” His voice shook.

“I’m not yours until you take me, Henry Bennett,” she taunted.

His eyes widened further. He lifted, supporting himself with his left hand. Just enough to slide his right between them and touch her clit. She trembled as he moved it in circles. He balanced on both palms again, high above her, and pulsed. Bit by bit, he filled her to the hilt. She sighed, thinking he’d give her what she needed, but he slowly began pulling out.

She needed to come. Needed so bad she didn’t care what happened.

She grabbed his ass with both hands and pulled him into her as she pushed with her heels and tightened her inner grip on him.

“Not. Yet.” He gasped the words.

His greater strength allowed him to ease backward, that thick, wonderful cock slowly leaving her.

“Now! I want to come now!”

“Not. Until. I say.”

He glared down at her like a gargoyle, his face all screwed up as if in pain. He raised himself on his hands again and slid in. She gasped as his cock rubbed against that spot. He did it again, moving slowly in and out. She pressed her head against the ground, arching her breasts.

“Touch yourself,” he ordered.

She put one hand on her breast, and the other reached for her clit. She pinched each just the way she liked it, shuddering at how near her orgasm was. Almost crying at how far.

“Now!”

He reared back and slammed deep. Again and again. Nothing mattered but the sensations. Again and again, hard. She opened her eyes. Every time his balls slapped against her, he grunted, rutting like a beast. Those dark eyes, staring into hers, the fire reflecting in them like the bonfires of hell. And still he went on, filling every part of her, mind, body, and soul.

“You’re mine!”

He angled his body to the left and reached between them. She put both hands on her breasts, offering them to him. He touched her clit, and everything came together. She opened her mouth, and he dropped on her, his mouth over hers, his hands on her shoulders as he pumped his hips into her, again and again, as she screamed into his kiss.

Chapter Sixteen

Ranger rode into the Double Diamond yard as the sun rose. He’d expected Jessie to come galloping onto the Bitterroot Ranch the moment three weeks were up, crowing how she’d bested him.

When she didn’t show, Patrick wanted to ride over after supper to make sure she hadn’t taken off, but Ranger said no. He wanted to give Ace enough time to get in trouble. Then he explained that Jessie would never marry unless she roped herself into it. Jessie would have come to them unless she had a very good reason not to.

Or three good reasons.

Ranger quietly dismounted and led his horse into the barn. He smiled at the barn cats staring down at him from the rafters. Trust Jessie to be surrounded by cats. The only loving she’d been able to grasp from the MacDougals was her horse, Nightwind, and feral cats. After that, no wonder she didn’t want to be married.

“Jessie? You up yet?”

He kept his voice low. No answer. He tied his horse and walked to the last stall, where Jessie had made her own nest. His shoulders relaxed when he saw three young cats curled on a blanket. No sister.

Leaving his horse in the barn, he quietly approached the cabin. No smoke, no smell of coffee. He looked in the side window. A rumpled bed with Ace on his back, one arm above his head. The other rested on the naked back of the woman sprawled across his chest.

A woman with short curls of brown hair.

Ranger backed away from the window as if he was sneaking from an enemy. No sound gave him away as he retrieved his horse and headed home. Inside, he yelled in triumph. Whatever Ace and Jessie had done in that bed, or not, she was well and truly compromised. He’d wait a couple of days for Ace to announce the wedding. If nothing happened, he’d tell Trace what he’d seen through the window.

He’d better do it with Beth around, or Trace might take his head off, then come after Ace with a few guns.

For now, he’d keep quiet.

When she left for
Virginia
, Jessie gave him her most precious possession, her mare Nightwind. He’d wanted to do something to thank her in return. Finding her a husband that suited her, or three in this case, was a suitable payment. She might not appreciate the gesture for a while, however.

* * * *

Jessie dreamed of lips on her breasts. She smiled and skimmed her hand over her belly to the thatch of hair between her legs. She bent one knee and stroked her finger over her clit. Her lover kissed her nose and brushed his lips over hers. His hair tickled her ears. He nipped the side of her throat, right at the tendon. She arched her back. He groaned and suckled her nipple. She moved her legs wider apart, pressing her finger into her pussy.

He pressed her bent knees wide. He slid his hands under her buttocks and lifted them, tilting her to nuzzle her pussy. He flicked his tongue over her clit. He suckled both nipples.

“Mine,” he whispered from between her legs.

“And mine,” replied a deep voice near her chin.

She opened her eyes. Laughing, light blue eyes with dark rings met hers. One winked. “Good morning,” whispered Sin.

“Damn right it is,” said another voice. She flicked her eyes to the right. Henry winked and caught her nipple with his lips. She looked down to find herself at the edge of the bed. Ace knelt between her thighs at the foot of the bed, his morning beard deliciously rough as he rubbed his chin over her mound.

Heat rose from her thighs, over her belly and chest, all the way to her forehead.

“You’re not turning shy on us, are you?” Sin kept her breast warm with his hand while he talked. “I wouldn’t want this to go to waste.”

She was almost falling off the left edge of the bed. Sin, kneeling on the floor, lifted her left hand and placed it on his hard, hot cock. Her fingers curled around it as if knowing what to do. “That’s it,” he said. He slowly thrust his hips forward and back.

She tightened her fist around him and pulled. He lifted his eyebrows in a silent question. She licked her lips and opened her mouth in answer. His eyes darkened, and his nostril flexed like a bull. He shifted her shoulders to bring her mouth closer to his cock. His kneeling height was perfect for her mouth.

A drop of clear fluid seeped out of the tip of him as she watched. She licked him, the salty taste delicious. Ace went back to work, probing her pussy with his tongue. She swirled her tongue over the head of Sin’s cock, demanding more. He groaned. She let her teeth drag over him as he thrust, slow and sure, over her tongue.

When Henry brought her home from the hot spring, he gently undressed her and tucked her into bed with Ace. She didn’t remember a thing since. She shuddered when Ace found the right spot on her clit. He did it again and she moaned.

He replaced his tongue with his cock and pressed into her. Henry took care of her breasts. Sin backed away, his cock hard, his chest heaving to breathe. He motioned for Ace to take care of her without his interference.

Ace grasped her hips and sped up, filling her deep every time. Henry nibbled her left breast, Sin her right. She closed her eyes, feeling every touch of their fingers, tongues, teeth, and cock. The spiral of need she was becoming familiar with rose, taking her with it. She clenched Ace as he pounded into her. He changed angles, someone pressed her clit, and she exploded. She triggered Ace, who pounded into her, extending her ride. He slumped against her while her head was still spinning.

He pulled out, the bed shifted, and another hard cock entered her. She looked up at Sin. He stared, his eyes drilling into her as his hips thrust. Henry placed her hand around his cock. She guided it to her mouth, flicking the tip with her tongue.

Sin shifted his hands and lifted her legs. Ace held her ankles while Sin entered her. The new position brought different parts into contact. Sin’s bellow of completion set her off again. She sucked hard on Henry’s cock and was rewarded with a stream of salty essence. She licked her lips and sighed.

Henry laid his hand on her head. Sin, still throbbing, sank onto his knees. Ace set her feet down on the bed and winked.

“Time to get these lazy asses off to work,” he said.

Sin smacked Ace’s head since he was too far for either Jessie or Henry to reach.

Chapter Seventeen

“Stew’s hot,” said Henry. “Is Jessie eating supper?”

Sin looked down at the softly snoring woman. They’d worn her out. Again. No wonder, considering the amount of work she did each day. He gently tucked the quilt over her shoulder.

“Maybe later,” he replied. She could barely be seen in the rumpled covers.

Like everything else she did, Jessie slept in barely controlled chaos. She rode like the horse was part of her, even though Trouble bucked if anyone else climbed into the saddle. Her laugh, often at herself, had Ace smiling so much Sin and Henry weren’t sure he was the same man who’d crossed the ocean with them.

Four long days and wondrous, too-short nights had passed since Ace discovered Jessie in the hot spring. Ace acted as if nothing would ever change, that he’d have the best of both worlds. A wildly eager woman to share with his partners. Come morning, she was an equally eager ranch hand. Yesterday she laughed when Ace finally used his lasso to catch something that moved. It didn’t matter that the calf, startled at being interrupted as it walked to the river behind momma, easily shook off the rope.

Sin knew the dream would soon crash, so he cherished every hour. He prayed they would live through the aftermath when Ranger finally came to see why Jessie hadn’t moved in after her three weeks were up.

He lifted his head as pounding hooves approached. He picked up his rifle and stood beside the window. The early September sun was fading, the sky turning from rose to purple. He recognized Trace’s horse. The paint’s white patches were easy to see in the dusk. Other horses, too many of them, followed.

Time to pay the piper.

* * * *

“Trouble?” asked Ace. When Sin cursed, Ace moved to stand beside him.

“Maybe,” replied Sin. “It’s the Elliotts.” He looked closer. “And the MacDougals.”

“I could see Ranger stopping by to see why Jessie was still here, but why the others?”

Ace frowned and rubbed his jaw. He looked at Jessie, still sleeping, naked under the quilt. He didn’t want anyone walking in and finding her there. He didn’t mind letting everyone know she decided to stay for a while, and why, but it would embarrass her to be found asleep and naked in his bed. He didn’t consider her a loose woman, but others might not see it the same way.

“Let’s meet them in the yard.”

They replaced their rifles and left their gun belts on the table with Henry’s cooling stew. Ace stepped out first, then Sin and Henry. Eight horses lined up in front of them. Eight men looking like they wanted to take someone apart. Ace nodded like a good neighbor though he couldn’t understand why they glared at him.

“Something I can do for you gents?”

“We’ve come for Jessie. Three weeks was up four days ago.”

Ace recognized Ranger as the speaker. The hair on his neck rose when a darker-skinned man suddenly held a long blade and tilted it to catch the last rays of the sun. That would be Ross, also known as the Devil MacDougal. Having lived with his Indian relatives for years, he was known to be deadly with a knife, gun, rope or his bare hands.

“She decided to stay on a while,” said Ace.

“She? So you admit Jessie’s female. Where is she?” Trace’s growl was more grating than usual.

“Sleeping.” Ace looked from face to face. “What business is it of yours?”

“Do ye know the lassie’s name?” asked Gillis MacDougal in icy tones. Ace had met the man a number of times. He was two inches taller and far wider, with a temper to match his fiery hair.

“She’s Jessie Bonham.” Ace turned to Ranger. “What the hell is this all about? She’s well over twenty-one and whatever she does is her bus—”

“She’s our sister,” said Ranger.

Ace closed his mouth. His heart pounded, but he couldn’t run anywhere with eight armed men facing him down. Not that he’d run from anything in his life.

“Her name is Jessamine Bonham Elliott.” Ranger scratched his chin as if they were discussing which horse to ride. “I’m guessing she didn’t mention that last name.”