Another successful robbery averted. But only barely. Kendall stopped and agreed to take pictures with several patrons in the area, but his mind wandered back to the last kiss he’d shared in the alley.
Casting his thoughts back to the intriguing Jocelyn, Kendall knew it was likely a bad idea, but his astonishing desire for her might need to be addressed soon. Perhaps she’d like to visit and participate in their
afterhours
activities.
He strolled back toward the sheriff’s office, stopping at the alley where he’d left them.
They’d already gone while he’d been dispatching robbers. He glanced at the timepiece in his pocket wondering where Logan would have taken her.
He turned and saw the sign for the saloon.
Surely not
.
Logan would know better than to take her to one of the “rent by the hour” rooms upstairs in the saloon, wouldn’t he?
Kendall headed in that direction. Even if Logan hadn’t selected the absolute worst place in town to take her, he should check anyway. Logan had been acting particularly petulant about his lust for Jocelyn so far today. He’d taken risks with every opportunity explored.
Thinking about Logan’s actions, Kendall found it difficult to blame him as he also found Jocelyn intriguing. He simply wanted his best friend to wait until the appropriate time and place to explore her body.
Hell, he’d help him if only Logan would wait until afterhours and take her to their home.
Before he made it completely across the street, Cooper Mackay, another town owner and the manager of the saloon, stumbled backward out of the swinging doors and fell on his butt on the wooden sidewalk. He scrambled to his feet as sudden shouts, breaking glass, and several chairs scraping across the wooden floor could be heard from within the drinking establishment.
“Fucking asshole reporter,” Cooper muttered only loud enough to be heard by Kendall as he approached.
Kendall helped Cooper steady himself as they both quickly crashed through the doors and into the saloon. Once inside, the scene before him made him wish for a simpler life. As part owner and resident CEO of this town, Kendall was responsible for pretty much everything that happened. Today, he wished he didn’t wield so much power that could later be held against him. The only slightly good news so far was that he didn’t see Logan or Jocelyn locked in an embrace anywhere on the premises.
Unfortunately, the wayward blogger had somehow managed to prick the slow-burning anger of the typically very strong, silent, and completely calm town blacksmith, Nathan Talbot.
Nathan, toe to toe with Reggie, had pulled his
authentic
-
looking
Colt revolver from its finely tooled holster and pressed the weapon squarely to the forehead of the pesky blogger-slash-reporter and current pain in Kendall’s ass.
Kendall didn’t know what Reggie had asked, but Nathan’s response was a quiet, nearly whispered, “None of your effing business!”
* * * *
Jocelyn wasn’t certain what had come over her, but she was on the way to paradise and didn’t plan on stopping. After being kissed like she was the personal possession of the town’s sheriff, Kendall, she’d missed him when he stepped away to serve as peacekeeper for the town. Meanwhile, the recent memory of being kissed by, and also sandwiched between, both Kendall
and
Logan made wicked thoughts form riotously in her head.
Kendall’s kiss had been every bit as aggressive and exciting as Logan’s. The same and yet different. The other thing she’d noticed was their forceful desire to pin her down and halt her movement. Thrust against a brick wall or sandwiched between them, Jocelyn discovered a deep-seated, before now unrealized desire to be overpowered by these men. So unlike her.
Once Kendall had disappeared from sight, Logan had pulled her to the end of the alley away from the gunfire now filling the dusty town streets.
“Where are we going?” Jocelyn asked.
“It’s a surprise,” he said and tugged on her hand.
The cocky, secretive grin only made her want him more. She couldn’t say no. She tried to think back to the last time she’d wanted to have sex or bothered to try. She realized the count was in years. Two plus a couple of extra months to be exact, but still a long time to ignore one’s libido.
Curbing her guilt by giving herself this one day away from her family-imposed duty of discovering where her wayward sister had gone, Jocelyn eagerly followed Logan into the unknown, with the idea that she’d give herself the freedom to explore Logan, and possibly Kendall as well later on, until the stroke of midnight. If two men were on the menu, she’d truly get to fulfill all her sexual fantasies before returning to reality and her familial quest tomorrow.
“I know of a quiet place where we can”—he paused and sent a rapacious look over one shoulder before continuing—“get acquainted.”
“Does it have a bed?” she asked.
“We’ll see.” Without further comment, he led her along the back side of the buildings facing the chief thoroughfare in town. The town’s main street wasn’t merely a façade or wooden faces with no substance. The brochure to this Old West Town park boasted authentic places of business. Right now she was seeing the backside of these establishments.
Ahead, she heard the sounds of horses whinnying and saw the barest edge of what looked like a rustic wooden corral. She thought they were headed into the large doors at the back of the stables, but instead, Logan took a turn at the corner of the building and led her up a steep flight of rough-planked wooden stairs.
Solid beneath her feet, the staircase was built into the back of the building where the stables were housed. The staircase was wide open on one side save for the sturdy railing. Above her head was an overhang forming a roof. Logan led her to a door at the top of the steps.
He pulled out a skeleton key, and opened the wood door, pushing it wide and stepping just inside before gesturing for her to enter.
The room was small and looked much like an office rather than a boudoir. She didn’t know why she’d expected a love nest here. There was a large rolltop desk along the closest wall on her left, and the light from two mullioned windows set next to each other perpendicular to the desk filled the room with a surprising amount of brightness.
Centered opposite of the desk on the far wall was a dark green, very comfy-looking sofa. It looked a bit out of place in the otherwise old-fashioned room, but she gravitated in that direction to sit down and find out if sex would be comfortable on its solid surface.
In the corner between the desk and the curtain-free windows was a small college-dorm-size refrigerator. Definitely not of the nineteenth century.
“What is this place?” Jocelyn asked as she made her way to the sofa.
“It’s the official office for the stable master. That’s me.”
She sat down on one cushioned end, and pointed to the fridge. “Did the official stable master visit the future and come back with that newfangled invention in the corner?”
He shut the door quietly but firmly. “The stable master likes a few creature comforts day to day. And this is a no-public-access area anyway.” He shrugged, but didn’t approach her.
“I see. What are you here to show me?”
“What are you here to see?” Pressing one shoulder against the doorframe, he didn’t make any move to join her.
She curled one forefinger in his direction, and then patted the sofa cushion next to her. He didn’t move, but remained leaning against the door. He only smiled and watched her carefully. She tried another tack. “Since we can’t seem to finish a kiss without someone interrupting us, I thought perhaps we could try once more. Third time’s the charm, right?”
“That’s what I hear.” He put his considerably sexy focus in her direction, lifted his shoulder off of the doorframe, and moved forward. He walked slowly across the room and seated himself on the sofa next to her so that together they were seated in the center.
She expected him to make the first move. Launch on to her, or grab her and just start kissing her silly. In her current fantasy he wouldn’t stop until he’d persuaded her to have sex or just pulled her legs apart to go for it.
Jocelyn was prepared to let him have her instantly. This was her one day for allowed fantasies, after all. But he cleared his throat and sat quietly. Forearms resting on his knees, body pitched forward slightly as if he may need to leap up from the sofa at any second, Logan laced his fingers loosely together, but didn’t move to kiss her.
What is he waiting for?
Jocelyn wondered if he was being gentlemanly, waiting for her to initiate things. She slipped her arm around his shoulders, reached her hand up to the back of his neck, and curled a lock of his hair between her fingers. His eyes closed slowly as she tugged and coiled her fingers around more soft strands.
She leaned closer, seeking his lips for another, hopefully uninterrupted, kiss. Her lips pressed to his jaw. His whiskers tickled her mouth. He didn’t so much as move an eyelash.
Time to let him know what she was here for. She raked her nails through the hair on the back of his head, and brought her free hand to his chest. She trailed a more aggressive kiss from his jaw to the corner of his mouth, and lifted off of the sofa to then climb on top of his lap, drop her knees down next to his legs, and straddle his hips.
Finally, his eyes popped open in surprise. Before he could say anything or do anything, Jocelyn cupped her hands along either side of his face and plastered her lips over his mouth. She licked her way inside to the warmth and familiar taste of him. He didn’t stop her, but didn’t engage her as she expected. This was definitely a nice kiss, but the earlier ones had practically scorched her socks off.
She thought he’d flip her onto her back and press his cock into her belly like before. Trying to get a more forceful reaction out of him, Jocelyn reached between them and stroked the front of his jeans. Finally, he reacted to something she did. His cock stiffened as she stroked up and down. Their kiss continued, but wasn’t as combustible as either time before. What was wrong? Why wasn’t he interested any longer?
Unsure of why he didn’t seem to want her anymore, Jocelyn broke the kiss and moved her hand. She pulled away from him, but he stopped her. Fingers gripping her arms, he tilted his head back to look in her eyes.
She saw the lust there. What was she missing?
“I really want to have sex with you,” she blurted out, surprising even herself with the confession.
“Do you now?” His cocky grin returned.
“Why do I feel like I’m the only one who’s interested in getting naked?”
The smile faded. He stared at her for quite a while. His tone dark and low, he said, “The thing is, I have particular tastes when it comes to pleasures of the flesh.”
She cocked her head to one side. “So are you telling me, it’s your way or the highway…or dusty trail…so to speak?”
He swallowed hard. His expression said he wanted her, but didn’t know how to tell her what he preferred. Or perhaps he was afraid she wouldn’t be interested in his hidden dark desires. Whatever they were.
Jocelyn stared at him for a count of three. When he didn’t respond, she tried once more. “Okay. Let’s try it this way. Why don’t I tell you what
I’d
like to do to you right now,” she said, staring deeply into the incalculable depths of his saltwater blue eyes. “I’d planned to strip naked, pull your clothes off, climb on top of you, and ride your cock like a horse in a full gallop until we both came. What do you say?”
He cleared his throat. “Not the way I would have gone, but I’ll make a deal with you. We can have sex your way first, if you allow me to have sex with you
my way
for round two.”
“What do
you
want to do?” she asked, unable to hide the quiver in her tone. She’d thought that climbing on top and riding him was a bit nonstandard in the world of stranger sex, but she
had
been out of the game for a while. Perhaps the simple woman-on-top scenario was not exceeding the standard in vanilla sex anymore.
“What I want requires a lot more control.”
“Control?”
“As in I’d want to be in complete command of it and you for the duration of our time together.”
Jocelyn’s heart plummeted to her stomach. “Like bondage or something?”
“Yes. Exactly like that.”
Her lips pursed. “Oh.” Fearful she wasn’t sophisticated enough to play the kind of sex games he had in mind, she tried to lift off of his lap, but he was faster. His arms snaked around her back and held her fast to his thighs. “Where do you think you’re going?” he asked sternly.
As alarmed as she was by his sudden aggressive overture, Jocelyn didn’t understand the immediate sexual thrill she experienced at what he suggested previously. Did she want to be tied down? Did he plan to whip her if she said no? Did he want to force her to bend to his will?
“I…I…” Jocelyn’s mind spun with endless and startling possibilities. She’d never thought much about a darker sexual lifestyle before this moment.
She closed her eyes, swallowed hard, and took a deep breath. Opening her eyes again, she asked calmly, “What else do you want to do? Tell me exactly.”