Accepting His Ways (Quinlan O'Connor Book 2) (3 page)

“If you don’t hurry up, I’ll think you want to keep your friend in for a while longer.”

“No, sir, I’m moving,” she said and flopped herself over the bale, ignoring the prickliness from the straw. She threw up her own dress and wiggled her butt in an invitation to remove her friend.

“Eager little baggage, aren’t you?” He laughed.

“Please?”

“Hold still,
a stór
.” He gently removed the offensive plug.

“Thank God.” It was heaven to have it removed, but there was barrenness as well.

“You did so well, honey. I’m so proud of you.”

“Gee, thanks.” There came the resounding sound of skin slapping skin in a large barn. “Oomph. Ow, what was that for?” She rubbed the spot for a second.

“Mouth.”

He ran his hand through her wetness and whistled before patting her right cheek. Cheyenne decided to not respond and felt Quinn’s lips on her lower cheeks before being helped up by him and brought to sit on his lap as he sat on the bale.

“My bottom is sore,” was her accusation.

He shrugged. “Don’t be naughty.”

“Ciarán is so mild and sweet with Katie.”

“Not like me, huh?” He hugged her tight. “Do you wish I were different? More like my brothers?” he asked casually.

“No, you’re intense, demanding, an inferno. I’d never call you sweet or mild.”

Quinn grinned, leaning to look at Cheyenne, he warned, “Good. I’ve never tried for those descriptors. I would probably spank you hard if you defined me that way.”

She grinned in response. “Yeah, well, don’t worry. I like sexy spankings but not real discipline. You’re hell on my butt.”

“Watch it,” he growled as he leaned in to give her a gentle kiss that could easily be described as sweet but soon she brushed him off.

“Why didn’t you make Katie go to the clinic like you always make me? She doesn’t have the same fears I do, and it would have avoided all the trouble she’s likely in now.”

“I make you because you’re mine; my woman, my responsibility, my love, my life. Katie is Ciarán’s, and, while she’s my sister, her husband was on his way so it was right that he handle that since it was not life threatening. If it were something like how sick you were, she would not have had a choice and after talking to Ciarán, she won’t have a choice again. So be warned. I have already told the men in the family that if you need something, whether it’s a hug, a doctor, or a swat for attention, they are to handle it when I can’t be there to do it.”

“I don’t think I like that, the swat part for sure. You wouldn’t really let them spank me, would you? Because I’m positive, that won’t work for me.” Her frown reinforced the distaste she felt. “I let you, because, well, I don’t know why. I just do, and it’s okay with me.”

“Spank, no, and they wouldn’t. However, an on the spot swat for attention, yes. Your solution would be to not do anything that makes their hand itch. So don’t do anything they need to tap you for, Cheyenne, it’s that simple. If the truth is told, they are not comfortable doing more than a swat for attention. We O’Connor men are territorial and understand that feeling in each other. I expect you to test me for a very long time, my dear, but then, my
Piscín,
forever is a long time. I’ll relish the challenge and love your energy.” His tone had become more direct, but Quinn’s smile told another story as he scooped her into his arms. He showed her the first act of how he planned to love her for the rest of their lives. But she longed for the final act.

Cheyenne took her cue from him, as she was learning to do. She relished Quinn’s lessons and being taught how to just allow him to make love to her sensually, participating but receiving what he enjoyed giving. She thrilled in his ministrations.

She reached for his obvious erection, slowly unbuttoning the front of his jeans, fumbling but not accepting his help. He changed his focus, reaching under her shirt to lift it over her head and push up her bra to gain access to her nipples, now wrinkled, taut from arousal. His lips latched onto her nipples, sucking and nipping drawing squeals and ramped up breathing from his beauty.

He loved how she responded to him without hesitation or reserve. He felt her softness and her curves that were perfect for him. He would even love it more is she gained a few more pounds of padding. He couldn’t wait until she was pregnant with his child. She would fill out, and her breasts would enlarge even more as he watched his child grow under her heart. For now, until they were ready to consummate their commitment to each other that ended in him burying his cock so far into her that she would taste his cream on her tongue, he would feast on her stiffened areolas.

He knew when she found her way to his cock as it stiffened even more painfully and jerked its elation. His knees gave way a bit when her hand encircled the stalk and squeezed. He released his hold on her breasts as he sucked in his breath and reached to still her eager hands but she was having none of it. As soon as he had released her, she dropped to her knees and almost in the same movement placed her lips on his rigidness and sucked.

She held him prisoner, and he loved it. She topped from the bottom at the very best of times. Having lost his oral gratification, he satisfied himself in running his hands in her tresses and then he grabbed a handful, twisting and taking control.

“I love you can do that to me,
piscín
, but I need you to let me take over.”

He tugged enough to tingle but not cause pain. Little twinges of pain were the types of control that she loved, taking her to the moon quickly and he was learning when it was just right. Too little would deflate her, leaving her frustrated. Too much would put her over the top and not help her learn to control her needs when necessary. He helped her to slowly postpone her gratifications, as he wanted her to be able to do. When she first took his cock in her mouth, she would rush through the sensual act, and while it was release, it was not as sweet as when she was more deliberate. He was more measured when he played with her, not going rapidly just because her libido was rushing her like a freight train trying to make up time.

It wasn’t that he didn’t take her to completion, but slowly, meaningfully, and not the finish me up fast ending she was looking to get. When he took control back, she had no choice but to slow to his speed. He smiled when he heard her huff her dissatisfaction at being pushed from the driver’s seat. He yanked again, and she settled back in to find the rhythm he chose.

Tonight, however, she was not accepting the slow down for long. It appeared as though her need to be rough; to be taken harder was at the forefront of her mind. Quinn held her in place and rammed his cock harder, striving to bounce off the back of her throat. Tears streamed down her cheeks, but she gave her tells that her spot in front of his cock was exciting her.

“Touch yourself, baby, rub your clit.” She raced to do his bidding finding she was about to set off her fireworks and he was close. He shoved to the back of her throat and made her swallow once before withdrawing to allow her breath before slamming into her again. Rough was how his
piscín
liked it sometimes.

They merged as her body stiffened and his tensed in one accord. He shot his hot seed down her throat and she resisted, but firing her own rockets made her less worried about the essence in her mouth and flowing down her throat. Breathing heavily, dragging hot, arousal scented air into her lungs, she slowed her body’s heaving and looked up at him in surprise. She had taken some of his cream, in small quantities but never all of it and never without gagging but she did it this time. Her triumphant smile almost tossed his resolve to wait until their wedding to consummate their love. What held him back was his word; he had given it, and it needed to be the gold standard for their marriage.

He almost couldn’t wait, but he was determined to win that battle. He intended to prove to them both that it wasn’t all about sex, that their attraction was all encompassing. He took his handkerchief and wet it under the sink to clean Cheyenne’s face. She had cleaned him up with her tongue quite efficiently. She was going to get her way if he didn’t work faster himself. He had to get a ring on her finger and vows said quickly.

Quinlan and Cheyenne had been officially engaged for a month, and as they prepared for their wedding day, life continued in most of its mundane existence. Several times in the summer months, Quinn planned to go up to the Circle C Ranch, his brother’s ranch in Montana for a few days or accept a loan out to the forestry.

He shook his head. Cheyenne never failed to earn a butt burning when he returned home. Quinn saw it for what it was, her need for assurance in the form of his declared ownership and love best shown by his taking control. He accommodated her need and she practically purred in response.

His goal was to have her ask for what she wanted not in only one area, but from him in general. That girl rarely did so. When he saw she was misbehaving to gain the attention she sought, he made sure she was punished for not being open with him instead of the acts she resorted to. That was not always possible when her health or safety was at risk.

These days, when Quinn was out of town and she was not hard at work, she was planning the wedding or playing hard with her friends. That was the situation she found herself in today. One of those times came while Quinn loaned out to the Forest Service. He returned from the loan out during forest fire season. It was the first time that Quinn left since they were engaged. He encouraged Cheyenne to visit her friends more than she had recently. That little harmless encouragement found Quinn when he returned early to surprise her, going on an intense search through the woods for his woman.

“She’s not here, dear. I don’t know where she is,” replied Mrs. Sterling when Quinn landed on her doorstep having been unsuccessful so far. “Have you tried her phone?”

“Yes, it goes to voice mail. What time did she leave this morning?”

“Oh, she must have forgotten to charge it. She didn’t go today, though, she left yesterday. She said something about going out with her friends. She’s done this enough times that I don’t worry. She usually calls about two days later.” Mrs. Sterling looked at her soon to be son-in-law for a moment. “Now don’t you get upset because I know she thought you were going to be gone until next week.”

“I wouldn’t be worried if I could find her to check on her. Her phone goes straight to voicemail, she left yesterday, you don’t know where she is, and she didn’t leave me a message. These are all things she and I have talked about before. If you find her before I do, will you have her call me? Better yet, you both call me. If I find her first, I’ll let you know.”

“Well, all right, dear, but don’t get too worked up over it. This is typical for Cheyenne.”

Quinn called home to check and see if she had called yet but he knew she hadn’t. His mother would have let him know right away. He called Josh and had him ask his submissive Sue if she heard anything and neither had. Lunch was over so he went back to her office and found Jacquie back in her appointed spot.

Jacquie and her husband Ace Blakely were members of The Sting and friends. Ace was a corporate attorney who assisted in creating the different types of contract templates for the club and was its sole attorney. He also worked with the O’Connors to incorporate, allowing all of their various businesses to come under one umbrella. He had agreed to take on Cheyenne’s business over a year ago after Jacquie had started as her assistant and told him Cheyenne didn’t think she needed one.

“You can have a different attorney, but you need to have one you identify with. I hope you never need one for more than mundane things, but if you do, you’ll know whom to call. Are we good, Miss Sterling?”

“Yes, fine, but it’s my business, why did you call Quinn? Isn’t that a breach of some kind?”

“Nope. He’s my client, but you were not at the time I spoke to him. He brought you up, I just steered the conversation after that.”

“I think that’s pushing it, but thank you. I still say I’ll never need you.”

He grinned and shrugged his victory. “Great. I’m busy enough.” He kissed her cheek, and she had a corporate attorney at her disposal. That sounded nice, the
at your beck and call
part anyway.

“Jacquie, have you seen Cheyenne?”

“You’re back early. No, Cheyenne went on a trip with a few of her friends. It surprised me because I didn’t think some of her friends would go anywhere there wasn’t a nail salon and a bar. Why?” Jacquie looked at Quinn for a moment, and her eyes grew round. “She didn’t tell you? Surely she left you a message. Are you sure? That doesn’t sound like her. Here let me call her cell.”

Quinn didn’t tell her that he had already tried. He let her call and watched as her brows drew tight across her now furrowed forehead.

“Did she tell you anything about where or what they were going to do?”

“Well, I did help her look at the map. They were camping. I told her it was too dry to have an open fire, and she said she would get a camp stove, and she had a lantern. I mean, isn’t that what you’ve been doing? Fighting forest fires this last month?” She waited until he nodded his head and then, satisfied, she continued, “Here, let me get the map we were looking at.”

Quinn stalked out of the office with Cheyenne’s three choices on the map that Jacquie had used and slammed into his truck. He stopped for a radio in case he couldn’t find her easily and a few supplies in case it took longer than he expected. At least she’d chosen a spot that was on the established trail if she did choose one of them.