Unbridled (Unlikely Lovers) (27 page)

She frowned. If the first time was anything like th
e most recent episode, she’d enjoyed it quite a bit herself. The strange thing was, she’d never done anything of the sort, even with Kris. Surely she would’ve remembered if she had—then again, she’d already forgotten about it once. That enticing vision she’d had—which could only have been a momentary flash of recollection—must’ve been what prompted her to do it this
time, but what the devil made her do to begin with? “Okay. Start from the beginning and tell me everything.”

It was his turn to blush. Clearing his throat, he pulled up another chair and sat down.
“We were here in the kitchen, and I’d just figured out you weren’t married. I—we talked about why you never told me you were a widow and the difference in our ages. You were washing dishes and I came up behind you and asked for a hug.” He paused, smiling wistfully. “I was beginning to believe a hug was all I’d ever get from you, but then you asked me to kiss you.” He stopped again, running a hand through his hair. “It was one helluva kiss too. After that, I don’t know…we sort of went wild. You tried to push down my sweat pants, and I pulled off your nightgown.” He shrugged. “After that, it was a lot like what we did today—except for the broken ribs. You’d already sucked my balls once before, so it didn’t have quite the same effect today, but that time, I couldn’t even stand up. I about fell into a chair and I was about to come in your face when I grabbed you by the ass and put you on the table. I’d never fucked anyone so hard in my life, and you obviously loved it. Hell, we were
both
screaming.”

No wonder sucking him had seemed so familiar later
that day—and it hadn’t been a dream or something she’d fantasized. It had actually happened.
Oh. My. God.

“And
after that, I just went out to feed the horses?” That seemed a bit odd. Perhaps he was making this up—although she couldn’t imagine why he would do such a thing. Then again, she
had
found bruises on her butt that looked like fingerprints.

He nodded.
“I said something about how I didn’t think you’d be
that
hot, and you got all embarrassed and said you had to go feed the horses and started getting dressed. I’m pretty sure I had you convinced there was no reason for you to be embarrassed by the time you left the house. I was watching through the window and saw you fall.”

“
When I was at the hospital, I had a flash of memory like I was looking up at you from the middle of the kitchen table. Then when we actually did that a little while ago, I got this weird déjà vu feeling. As for the ball-sucking thing, when you were, um, licking me, I had this…vision…of your balls dangling above my mouth, and I came when I took it a step further and imagined sucking them.”

He grinned. “I guess you
liked that, too. Do you remember anything else—any other flashbacks?”

She shook her head. “
Not a thing.” Somewhere in her subconscious mind, she must’ve remembered everything, which would explain why she’d repeated the performance under similar circumstances, but— “Did you use a condom?”

“
I had one, but you said I didn’t need it, so I pitched it.”

“That fits. I found
it behind the trash can on Monday and left it sitting on the table, hoping you’d see it and say something.”

“
I saw it all right,” he said with a chuckle. “I figured you’d been discussing birth control with Levi.”

She shuddered. “Now,
there’s
a scary thought. I haven’t had to do that yet. I’ve mostly told him to keep his hands off the girls.”

“You might need to
have that talk with him pretty soon.”

“No shit.”

An awkward silence fell. Aside from making the obvious comment that she was getting cold from sitting there naked, Miranda couldn’t think of a thing to say. Later, she would undoubtedly have loads of questions, but since he was the only one who could remember anything, she thought it might be best to let
him talk. 

His expression grew thoughtful as he tipped his head to one side.
“You know, I was a little worried at the hospital when they asked if you were pregnant. You seemed pretty sure you couldn’t be, but I still wondered about it. I mean, you were so sure even though we’d just done it that morning without any protection.”

She rolled her eyes.
“I was sure I wasn’t pregnant because I knew I’d had a partial hysterectomy—aside from the fact that I hadn’t had sex in fifteen years.” Another thought occurred to her, bringing on a frown. “Wait a minute. If you thought I was married, how come you had a condom handy?”

“Because my dad taught me to always have at least two on me at all times.” He hung his head, looking perfectly sheepish. “And also because Travis is a very bad boy. You’ve no idea how close I’ve come to losing control. I
certainly lost it on Saturday morning.” His lips curled into a wicked grin. “But then, so did you.”

“Apparently.
Geez, you make it sound like I attacked you.”

“Attacked
? I wouldn’t put it that way. Actually, it was more like you…
annihilated
me.”

Miranda’s heart skipped at least three beats. “I
annihilated you? That sounds terrible.”

His ensuing shout of laughter didn’t do much to reassure her. Taking her hand, he gave it a meaningful squeeze.
“Didn’t I just tell you it was the best sexual experience of my life? I loved being annihilated—or pounced on, or attacked, or whatever you want to call it. You can do it again anytime you like.”

“
Hmm…that might seem a little contrived. Maybe it was only first-time enthusiasm.”

“
Good God, I hope it was more than that—besides, today came pretty close.”

“Maybe it was something you said or did that
set me off.”

“
I dunno,” he said with a slow wag of his head. “A lot of things happened that day. I might have trouble remembering it all.”

“
Well, if you think of anything, be sure to write it down or tell me. God only knows what it’ll take to trigger my memory.”

“
Don’t worry, I will. I’ve only been waiting my whole life for someone to knock my socks off like that.” Releasing her hand, he cupped her cheek and leaned in for a gentle kiss. “
Now
do you see why you can’t get rid of me?”

“I
’m beginning to get the idea.”

Now i
f I can just remember why I annihilated him in the first place...

Chapter 27

After breakfast, Travis accompanied Miranda to the barn with a fair amount of apprehension. Having taken over her chores for the past few days, he’d discovered that windows weren’t the only things in the barn that needed fixing. Some of the lights were burned out and three electrical outlets didn’t work at all. He’d stopped by the hardware store on Monday and picked up several items, but, preferring to visit with Levi, had held off doing any of the actual work until Tuesday afternoon. He’d also fed the horses that evening, with the result that Miranda had yet to see what he’d done—nor had he told her about it.

Prior to becoming a farrier,
Travis worked in building maintenance, so replacing outlets was an easy task for him—he’d even had fun doing it—and he was happy to do whatever he could to help her out. Unfortunately, he’d only had her permission to fix the windows, and while most people would’ve been tickled to death to have their own personal maintenance man, Miranda wasn’t typical. She could be rather prickly at times. He only hoped the great sex they’d enjoyed that morning softened her attitude a bit.

S
he didn’t argue when he began cleaning the stalls. Nevertheless, he got the distinct impression she didn’t think he was doing it correctly. More than once, she took a breath as though about to speak, but stopped before saying anything. Was there a
wrong
way to shovel manure?

Travis
looked up to find her standing in the doorway of the stall he was cleaning, which happened to be the one that had required the most repairs. Since he’d flipped on the light—which was now fully functional—his interventions were easy to spot.

“I see you did more than fix the windows.” She hesitated, taking a deep breath. “What do I owe
you?”

He threw her a quick glance before
dumping a shovelful of manure into the wheelbarrow. “Have I asked you for money?”

“No, but I feel like
you should. I haven’t even paid you for the ditch yet. I must be running up quite a bill.”

“
It didn’t cost much—and I’d be more than happy to take payment in kisses.” He paused to give her a wink and a smile. “Although, if you decide to pay me
that
way, you might wind up getting overcharged.” Even in a ragged hoodie and patched jeans, she was still the answer to his every dream—and most of his prayers. He propped the shovel up against the wall. “You can make the first payment now, if you like.”

F
or a second, he’d been sure he was in trouble. Her slow smile put his worries to rest.

“
My pleasure.” Pushing the wheelbarrow aside, she came into the stall, slid her arms around his waist, and laid a big one on him.

How many times had he seen her at Nigel’s and wished she’d grab him
and kiss his lips off? Too many.
I could
so
get used to this…

O
ne of the horses let out a snort and Miranda broke off the kiss, aiming a scowl at the culprit. “Be quiet, Kira. He’s mine.”

Travis’s dick was already half-hard, but hearing Miranda stake a claim on him
sent even more blood rushing to his groin. He was about to strip off her jeans and nail her against the wall when he remembered her broken ribs—and realized that she’d been carrying on a conversation with a horse. “Damn.”

She drew back like he’d slapped her. “What?”

Oops.
“Totally unrelated comment,” he said quickly. “Never mind that, what did you just hear?”

“
Nothing. She didn’t actually
say
anything. It was her attitude.” 

“Oh.” Travis couldn’t decide
if reading attitude into a snort constituted a hallucination or not. Then again, seeing her horse as a rival for his affections couldn’t be good. Maybe he needed to introduce her to some of his more amorous clients—Lorene, perhaps.

No possible way
.

Miranda
arched a brow. “You seem almost disappointed that I didn’t understand her. Do you
want
me to be crazy?”

This was getting too complicated.
“No, I don’t want you to be crazy.” Nor did he want her to feel like she had any rivals for his affections—equine or otherwise. Blowing out a breath, he tucked an errant lock of hair behind her ear. Shelley’s jealousy and possessiveness had driven him up the wall. On the other hand, belonging to Miranda aroused him in ways he couldn’t have predicted. “Unless you’re crazy about
me
.”

“Hmm… Don’t know about that…
” With a sly smile, she dug her fingers into the front of his jacket and pulled him in for a kiss that made his nuts ache. “What’re the symptoms?”

“Not sure. Might be an overwhelming urge to
pounce on me when I least expect it.”

“Got that one,” she said with a nod. “
Although in my opinion, it’s a perfectly sane thing to do—unless I were to tie you up and
then
pounce on you.”

Travis had never ejaculated as the result of a mere thought, but this time, he came damn close. He cleared his throat with
difficulty. “That might be considered crazy.”

“True,
but it’s a different kind of insanity—the kind that makes perfectly ordinary women turn guys like you into their love slaves.” 

“Not sure I’d like it if an
ordinary
woman made me her love slave.” He groaned as she ran the tip of her tongue up the side of his neck. “But then, there’s nothing ordinary about
you
.” 

“
So, you’d like it if I buckled a curb chain around your cock and balls and snapped a lead rope on it?”

His gut clenched as a
gush of pre-cum soaked his briefs. Doubling over, he smacked his forehead against her shoulder. “Dammit, Miranda, you’re gonna make me come if you don’t stop.”

“
That’s my plan.” Her deep-throated chuckle sent even more fluid gushing from his slit. “I dearly love jerking your chain.” Flicking his earlobe with her tongue, her warm breath on his neck set off a wave of tingles that had him quivering with anticipation. “Bet I could even make you come in my mouth if I tried hard enough.”

In another minute, it would be a moot point.
Sucking in a ragged breath, he shook his head. “Can’t do it.”

“I’ve noticed that. I don’t suppose anyon
e’s ever laid you down on a bale of hay and sucked your dick, have they?”

“Nope—especially not after they’ve been talking about ropes and chains.”

“Think that might make a difference?”

With Miranda, anything was possible.
“I don’t know. I’ve got a pretty strong mental block against it.”

“The teachings of childhood?”

Considering his father’s strict admonitions, Travis was amazed that he could let a woman suck him at all. “Something like that.”

“Ah
a! A
challenge
.” Her eyes flashed with excitement, drawing him into their emerald depths. He’d be drowning in them soon.

My God, she’s
sexy.

She nodded toward the hay stacked behind a gate on the opposite side of the barn. “You go pick out a nice
, comfy bale. I’ll be right back.” With a quick pat on his cheek, she left the stall.

His mind in a daze,
Travis stared after her until a snort from Kira snapped him out of his stupor. “Yeah. Right. I’m going.”

After p
ulling down a couple of bales from the top of the stack, he couldn’t decide what to do next. Should he be sitting there waiting with his dick hanging out when she returned, or would she rather take his pants off herself?

In the end, he was glad he
’d at least sat down when she sauntered over with two saddle pads and a Western-style rein. If he’d been standing, his knees probably would’ve given way beneath him.

“Tho
ught this would work best.” Tossing one pad onto the hay bale and the other onto the pallet, she held up the coil of thin leather. Stretching it out between her hands, she yanked it tight, the snapping sound marking the end of his hesitation.

Two seconds later,
Travis had stripped off his jeans and was sitting on one bale while leaning back against the other, his stiff dick poised and ready.

With a mischievous
grin, she looped the rein over his erection. Crossing it underneath his balls, she pulled it up for another pass over the top. “Have I ever told you what a fabulous dick you have?”

Travis
gulped in a breath as she tugged on the rein, drawing his nuts up against the base of his penis. “The first time you saw it, all you said was wow. I’m surprised I didn’t come in your face.”

Chuckling, she tickled his
balls before stroking the full length of his shaft. “From that, I can only assume I was on my knees at the time.”

Travis nodded
as more syrup welled up from his slit. “Yeah—and I’d just pulled off your nightie.” If she didn’t watch out, he was going to come in her face for real. “One of the more memorable moments of my life.”

“
Wish
I
could remember it.” With a dismissive wave, she went on, “Best not to dwell on that right now—although I’m sure I was stunned speechless.”

“Me, too.”

Miranda settled herself on the saddle pad between his legs, taking one end of the rein in each hand. “No holding back, now.”

“I’ll try not to.”
Since he was already hovering on the brink, holding back wouldn’t be the problem. The constricting rein had his dick so tightly engorged, the head was purple and veins stood out on his shaft like ropes wound around a fence post.  

“I mean it,”
she said firmly. “Don’t be thinking about baseball or anything else to slow you down. If you feel like you’re going to come, let it go, you hear? I want to taste your juice.”

Travis
let out a strangled gasp as she pulled on each end of the rein, aiming his dick straight at her mouth. After an instant of breathless expectation, she went down on him, her warm lips closing over the head. His cock pulsed, sending a spurt of slick fluids into her mouth. Sweeping her tongue side to side, she spread the creamy liquid over the underside of his shaft.

I’
m gonna come
so
hard…

Fisting the rein
s in one hand, she wrapped her fingers around the base of his penis, sliding up and down, using her saliva and his own lubrication for a smooth, frictionless glide. The sight and feel of her mouth on his dick, the stroke of her hand, and the frequent swipes of her tongue drove him quickly toward his climax. He was so close, so very, very close…

A heartbeat away from the point of no return,
he sucked in a breath as the old taboo slammed into his brain, threatening to block his ejaculation. He could almost hear his father’s voice.
You put your dick in a condom and then put it in the only place God intended. None of that disgusting, perverted crap, you hear?
In desperation, he tried to think of something else,
anything
to get those words out of his head.

As tho
ugh she sensed the impediment, Miranda let go of his dick to massage his balls. That simple act, in addition to the strap around his junk and her tongue swirling over his cockhead, blanked out every coherent thought—and most of the incoherent ones. Within seconds, his head snapped back as his cock spewed out so much semen he was surprised it didn’t run down her chin. 

Gazing up at him with a triumphant expression, she backed
away slowly, sucking off every last drop. Licking her lips, she swallowed. “Mmm…quite tasty. Must do that again sometime.”

Travis
gazed at her, scarcely able to believe what had just occurred. Granted, it wasn’t a life-altering event, although given the circumstances, it was enough to make him at least
wish
he could give her the moon and stars on a silver platter. Gathering her up in his arms, he pulled her onto his lap and kissed her. “I can’t
believe
… That was…you are…so incredible… I need to do a helluva lot more for you than fix a few windows. Got any other wishes? A new roof? Or maybe a new fence?”

With her
wistful sigh and a glance over her shoulder as clues, Travis knew what she was going to say before she even opened her mouth.

“A concrete floor.”

Thanks to the ditch he’d dug, the barn aisle was no longer a quagmire, but it was still a long way from being dry. He might have to call in some favors to get
the job done, but he had every intention of making it his next project.

“You got it, babe.
Even if I have to mix every square foot of concrete by hand, you got it.”

* * * *

When Levi came home late Friday afternoon, Miranda wasn’t surprised to see that Tabitha had come with him. She’d followed him in her own car, which probably meant that she was only there for a brief “get acquainted” visit and wouldn’t be staying the entire weekend.