Acres, Natalie - Sex Club [Cowboy Sex 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (32 page)

“Yes I do, but she can’t kill what isn’t within firing range. Jordie Anne will never be in the same room with Ansley again.”

“I’ll hold you at your word. Keep my sister-in-law away from Clink on Monday.”

“She won’t be there. In fact, she’ll be a little tied up that night.”

Chapter Sixteen

Ansley stretched. She felt as if she’d spent hours in the gym exercising on new machines she didn’t know how to use, straining muscles she must’ve been born with but never properly worked.

“Good afternoon,” Tristan said, sliding a breakfast table on the nightstand.

“What time is it?”

“Four o’clock.”

“Oh my gosh,” she said, sitting straight up in bed. “Why did you let me sleep so late?”

“The club is closed on Sundays. I didn’t think you had anything to do.”

“Yes! I have to feed the animals over at Dads and Mom’s place.” Practically forgetting she was naked, she bounced over to the closet and grabbed a pair of her jeans and one of his T-shirts. Rushing toward the bed, she tossed the items to the mattress. Squatting in front of her luggage, she dug out a pair of bright-purple bikini-style panties and a matching bra.

“The horses are on a morning and late-afternoon feeding schedule,” she explained. She dug through her suitcase searching for a pair of socks. When Tristan didn’t answer, she glanced up, only to find a scorching-hot gaze staring right at the juncture between her thighs.

“If you didn’t want me to look, you should’ve closed your legs,” he said, a guttural growl following the statement.

Immediately, she dropped her palm in front of her bare pussy.

“That won’t save you now, sugar.” He crooked his index finger back and forth.

“Tristan, I’m serious. This can’t wait. I’ll be lucky if I don’t have to repair a fence or fix a stall door. We have a stable full of high-strung beasts with attitudes. Our horses are always fed on time.”

“Make an exception,” he told her, rolling that delectable tongue over his full lips.

Graham entered the room. “I hate to say this, man, but Ansley is right. Those stud horses Kane recently bought from a neighboring farm will have the stalls torn the hell up if she doesn’t go feed ’em.”

Tristan locked his top teeth over his lower lip. A carnal, and quite masculine, growl oozed from his throat. “I’m more concerned about my hunger than whether or not the horses eat on schedule.”

Ansley rose from the floor with socks and boots in hand. Sashaying to the bedside, she stood between Tristan’s legs. His hands immediately fell to her waist, and without warning, he tossed her to the bed, buried his face in her chest, and lavished her with some mighty-fine attention.

“Tristan, stop. Really. I need to scoot.”

“If you were so determined to leave, you wouldn’t have headed this way instead of toward the door.”

“Tristan!” she exclaimed, laughing as he devoured her. “I need to go.”

“And I need to eat. I’m starving, too,” he muttered, licking at one nipple while twirling the next.

“Wait,” she said, weakening as his mouth ripped apart her senses and shattered her control.

“No way in hell,” he rasped, reaching between her legs and patting her pussy. “This will only take a few minutes.”

“Argh!” she groaned. “You’re impossible!”

Graham winked. “You might as well relax and enjoy him, doll. Elliott and I have to run by our place. We’ll stop off at yours.”

“Give me five minutes,” she crooned, her voice already spilling over with pure, unadulterated need. “I’ll go with you.”

“Tristan?”

“Make it ten. Shut the door on your way out.”

After Graham left, Ansley said, “You really are ridiculous.”

“And you love the spontaneity.”

“True,” she admitted, wiggling under his weight.

Tristan turned his cheek from side to side. The stubble on his face brushed against her nipples, leaving them with a satisfying burn. “Part of your training includes following my desires. I want to eat your pussy, lick my way between those swollen folds, and drive you out of your mind. It’s the only way a man can successfully guarantee his woman is thinking of him all day long.”

“Is that what I am?” she asked, gripping his biceps as she searched his eyes.

“What do you think?” he replied, towering over her long enough to drop a heated kiss upon her lips.

When their mouths parted ways, she whispered, “I think I’m crazy about you.”

“That’s good enough for now,” he said, sounding disappointed.

Moving to her side, he rested his right palm on the back of his head. At the same time, he slid his left hand across her shoulder and down her arm. Staring at her breasts, he muttered, “Hell, I should’ve told Graham to give me an hour. I hate to rush.”

“Take your time,” she rasped, deciding if the horses had waited this long, they’d survive another hour or two.

His fingertips encircled one nipple and then the other tight bead. “Do I look like a man who gets in a hurry?”

“No,” she replied. “Sir.”

“Damn, you’re a fast learner.”

“I like rewards.”

“I have a feeling you’ll enjoy your punishments, too.”

“You already know me all too well.”

His eyes darkened. “You know what? I think you’re right.”

Shifting, he remarkably changed positions in one fluid motion, tossing her legs over his back. Fully dressed, Tristan apparently didn’t plan on asking for a return favor.

Once between her legs, he pressed his palms to her inner thighs, and his tongue went right to work. Within seconds, Ansley’s fists were balled, clenching the bedsheets.

Tristan blew a steady stream of hot air over her clit, flicking the hard button with a fluttering tongue. “Hmm, baby,” he whispered, dragging his forefinger through her folds. “You’re wet. Hot.”

“Yes, and you’re driving me crazy.”

“That’s the idea.” Unexpectedly, he swatted her pussy with repetitive smacks.

“Tristan!” she cried out, writhing under the sting. The hard slaps were as delicious as the anticipation of oral sex.

“Hold still,” he said, draping his heavy arm across her upper thighs.

“I can’t,” she crooned. “It’s…oh God…Tristan. More. Do that one more time.”

The aftermath of having Tristan spank her pussy was more exquisite than the slap itself. Her body burned. Her cunt was on fire. The tingle across her mound felt like snapping pops exploding against her skin.

“Just once?”

“Several,” she begged, changing her mind.

Pressing his fingertip to her clit, he asked, “Who’s in charge here?”

“You are, Sir. Always, you.”

Apparently satisfied with her reply, Tristan gave multitasking a brand-new meaning. He flicked her clit with his fingers, swiped a meaty tongue through her wet folds, and gave her mound several solid wallops.

Her body jerked as his hands and tongue took her to the brink of orgasm. “More, Tristan, more.”

He throttled her with a few more sensitizing smacks and then shoved his hands under her bottom, raised her pussy to his hungry lips, and pampered her in a way she’d never forget. He spoiled her with a rapid tongue fluttering through her channel, and then he literally hustled for business. Moving his head from side to side, he licked wide and deep, burying his tongue deep inside her walls.

“Quit moving,” he whispered against her pussy lips.

She tried. God help her she gave stillness her best shot, but when his tongue traveled higher than she’d ever known was humanly possible, she was unable to freeze in place. In fact, as his cheeks settled against the crevice between her open legs and his tongue vibrated against the center of her walls, absence of motion was no longer possible. She couldn’t just lie there. Participation was a must, a given.

Rising to a jackknife position, she placed her hand atop his head and humped his face, fucked his mouth, and abused his lips. “Don’t stop, Tristan!” she exclaimed, holding his head in place. “If you don’t finish me…I’ll…I’ll…oh fuck…I’ll come either way!”

Her orgasm washed over her quicker than a turbulent high tide, drawing her into a heated undertow that sent her entire body spiraling. She felt as if her upper half dangled at the end of multiple yo-yos as she undulated in pleasure.

Flattening her soles against the mattress, she dropped her arms to the bed, using her feet and palms for leverage as she pumped her body up and down, fucking his giving tongue until she was left in total shambles, trembling all over.

“Oh God, Tristan. Oh God.” Her ragged breaths crashed together like wind chimes as a gentle breeze brushed across her sensitive clit. “What have you done to me?”

He didn’t stop his pursuits. In fact, her question only drove him. His tongue darted in and out of her pussy as she rode that thick wedge of incredible flesh on her search for another climax, one more fulfilling release.

Spasms rippled through her body. She bit down on her forefinger and somehow managed to contain an outright scream. When the orgasm drifted out of reach, she stared down the length of her body. “What are you trying to do to me?”

“You will fall in love with me, Ansley,” he replied, his fingers replacing his tongue. “Soon you’ll realize how much you need me. You’ll rely upon me. You won’t be able to live without me…or this.” His voice was ever so sincere, but he was confident, quite sure of himself.

After he supplied an answer, he dipped his head between her legs once more and returned to a committed cause, managing to work her into another irresistible frenzy, a deeper arousal than before because now her heart was invested. His words resounded in her ears like a strike against a hollow drum.

She kept her legs spread wide as Tristan absorbed her juices, lapping at her like he wanted to taste every last drop of her release. When she finally collapsed against the bed, her pulse was rapid, her brow was wet, and she was utterly exhausted. Completely drained, she wanted nothing more than to curl up in his arms and fall back into a satisfying sleep.

* * * *

Jordie Anne was bored, so she decided to drive around town and become more familiarized with the area. She came across three large farms, each distinguished by the fences separating the properties.

A big fan of the country and particularly horses, Jordie Anne ignored the “no trespassing” signs and drove through the open gates. She followed the paved road to a gravel path leading to an enormous barn. She looked around for signs of human life, and when she didn’t spot anyone, she cut the ignition, threw the old gearshift in park, and left the car.

If she ran into someone, she’d say she was lost and ask for directions. With any luck, whoever owned the place was up at the main house located on a hill in the distance. Perhaps they were busy performing whatever chores farmers enjoyed on late Sunday afternoons.

Traipsing inside the barn, Jordie Anne was shocked when someone called out from the other end of the long corridor. “Hello? Can I help you with something?”

Jordie Anne gasped as the man walked closer. Dressed in uniform, the officer didn’t look like he welcomed company.

Just her luck! She’d picked a cop’s farm!

“Hi, I’m uh, looking for the Cartwell place. Is this their spread, by chance?”