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Authors: Lora Leigh

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Cowboy & the Captive

COWBOY THE CAPTIVE

An Ellora’s Cave Publication, March 2004

 

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ISBN MS Reader (LIT) ISBN # 1-84360-851-0

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COWBOY THE CAPTIVE © 2004 LORA LEIGH

 

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This book may not be reproduced in whole or in part without permission.

 

This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. They are productions of the authors’ imagination and used fictitiously.

 

Edited by
Kari Berton

Cover art by
Scott Carpenter
.

 

Cowboy the Captive

Lora Leigh

 

Prologue

 

The enemy’s promises were made to be broken.

From Aesop’s Fable, The Wolf and the Nurse.

 

Luc Jardin knew Miss Maria Catarina Angeles was going to be trouble the minute she stepped into the small hangar where he and his friend and partner, Jack Riley, were waiting to see if they could pick up a last minute job flying out of the small South American airport.

This job was looking too good to be true. He never did like the ones that were too much of a good thing, and this woman could be described no other way.

She was slender and graceful, her skin a bit pale, but otherwise appearing as soft as satin. Her green eyes were vacant, but he had recognized her right off the bat. A spoiled little rich girl with too much time and money on her hands. It wasn’t exactly the demeanor Luc had glimpsed the few times he had been forced into the social circles she moved in, but it wasn’t the first time he had been wrong about a beautiful woman. He was sure it wouldn’t be the last.

He and Jack had always been a sucker for redheads, though, and Maria Catarina Angeles was a true redhead. And she had the one thing they needed desperately to keep their foundering air delivery service off the ground. Money. Lots of money and a name that should be trustworthy.

The American businessman, Jonathon Angeles, was considered one of the richest men in the nation and Maria Catarina was heralded as an angel of mercy and light. What could it hurt to help her out?

“I’ll give you a hundred thousand dollars and a night you’ll never forget,” she purred sweetly as she stepped up to Luc, rubbing her lithe little body against his harder one.

His cock liked that. The feel of her moving against him almost made him forget the little niggle of worry that tapped at his brain. The one that warned him there could be more to this than delivering a simple little crate filled with supplies being returned to the charity’s home office. But damn if it wasn’t hard to think about danger when slender fingers were loosening his belt and undoing his jeans. All he could think about was sex and the lack of it in the past few months.

Luc glanced at his partner as the slender socialite went to her knees and released the hard flesh. She had no shame—but hell, neither did his dick. He grinned over at Jack as slender fingers stroked his straining cock. This could turn out to be fun.

“Consider this a down payment,” she murmured.

His cock was thick and insistent, and as he watched lustfully she sucked the thick head into a mouth that would have put the most experienced whores to shame. Hot and snug, her mouth covered his cock, her tongue flickering over the hard shaft as she drew the mushroomed tip to her throat. The move was blatantly sexual and would have been hotter than hell if it weren’t so practiced.

Damn. Now there was a woman who knew exactly what to do with a man’s body—she was experienced, sensual. Her moans echoed in the sultry air around him as she began to suck him to a rhythm that had his body tensing in pleasure.

Luc’s hands went to her hair. Thick, dark red curls wrapped around his fingers as he pushed in deep, determined to enjoy every second of her hungry mouth as she moaned around his erection.

Jack watched the scene with heated intensity, his cock free as he stroked it slowly. There was just something about a good head job that Luc could never resist. Hell, he doubted any man could. And this woman was a pro. She worked his cock like a delicate instrument, drawing a hard, ragged groan from his throat as she worked her red lips over it, her mouth sucking him deep, making him tense with the need to spill his release down her throat.

Hell, it had been months since he’d had sex, and this was prime sensation. The fingers of one hand cupped his balls, the pleasure causing the fleshy sac to tighten and tingle as he began to fuck her mouth harder.

He held her still, his fingers clenched in her hair as he felt the impending climax boiling in his nuts. Oh yes, this was going to be good.

She moaned around the shallow thrusts, her throat relaxing as the head of his cock entered it, her tongue stroking as he exited, wrapping around the bulging head a second before he thrust in again and let her have her way with him.

“Yeah, suck it, baby,” he groaned as her lips tightened on him, her mouth and tongue creating a friction determined to drive him insane. “Suck it deep and tight.”

“Damn, she’s good, Jack,” Luc groaned, knowing the other man was about to go crazy watching the scene. “I think she might be the best to ever wrap her lips around my cock.”

She moaned again, the sound vibrating on his sensitized flesh as his hips flexed, driving his cock deeper. He could feel the warning tingle of release building at the bottom of his spine, warning him that as good as it was, he couldn’t make it last much longer.

“Fuck. I’m going to come.” He couldn’t hold out against her for long. She was devouring his dick, moaning heatedly, drawing the come from the depths of his loins as he shoved in hard, held her still and let her consume every thick, creamy spurt of his semen.

When she finished, he tucked his flesh back in his pants and watched as she went to Jack. She did the same to the other man, making him cry out hoarsely with pleasure as he filled her as well. And she never broke a sweat.

Luc narrowed his eyes, seeing a complete lack of excitement about her. She could use that mouth like a weapon, but it meant no more to her than a means to achieve exactly what she wanted.

When she finished Jack off, leaving him damp with sweat but satisfied, she rose to her feet, wiped her mouth delicately then looked back to Luc.

“Do we have a deal then?”

A hundred thousand dollars plus a night of screwing her silly. He wondered if she was as cool and disinterested during the fuck. But hell, it was an easy enough job. Transport her and the crate of supplies back home from the South American jungle before the rebels could figure out she was there. It was a short flight. She had the crate sitting outside and it wasn’t as though they were overbooked. She could have gotten a much better deal if she had bargained for it.

“Where do you need to go?” Jack was all for it.

“A small private airfield just over the American border.” She smiled sweetly. “My friends will be meeting me there to take the crate, and the neighboring town has the cutest little motel we can spend the night in.”

Easy enough. So why were his guts sending out warning signals? Luc shook his head at his own suspicions. He was getting too cynical. Maria Angeles was known for her flights of mercy over international borders. The fact that she was flying supplies into
America
raised a question, but not enough of one to have him cutting his nose off for the answers. He wanted the money. He could survive without the fuck, but he needed that money to finance the cargo operation he had started the year before.

“Get ready to fly.” Luc shrugged. “We’ll load the crate.”

The small South American airfield where they were cooling their heels waiting for a chance to hire out wasn’t the busiest in the country. They were unlikely to get a better deal. Hell, they hadn’t had a better deal in the year they had been running the plane anyway.

The flight from the airfield to the small
California
border town was uneventful, but then, most flights were. The fact that she directed them to a nearly deserted, dusty field to land in should have been his first warning.

“This doesn’t feel good, Jack,” he said softly into the headset he used to communicate with his buddy in the co-pilot’s seat.

Maybe it was time to return to the ranch, Luc thought. The plane wasn’t turning a profit and some of the jobs they were offered were less than legal. Some were downright life threatening. And this one was just plain making him nervous.

“There you go, letting the good things slide by you again, man.” Jack laughed as he pushed a wave of long blond hair back from his face. “Go with the flow. What could happen?”

But Luc was worried enough that he checked the gun he carried at his hip before landing the plane. As Miss Angeles had predicted, there was a truck waiting at the end of the airfield, as well as several of her friends.

“We’re right on time,” she announced happily from behind him as he and Jack rose from their seats and headed to the back of the plane.

Luc watched closely as she picked her purse up from the seat. He pushed the box down the small ramp Jack was lowering and watched as it slid to the ground. Several of the “friends” were moving closer. Luc liked to think he wasn’t an overly suspicious guy, but the bulges under those coats were starting to mess with his nerves.

“Thank you for the ride, Mr. Jardin.” Maria’s voice was unusually high, her pupils dilated.

Luc stared at her closely then glanced to the cargo area, thinking about the crate. His uneasy suspicions were getting worse and screaming that crate held more than just supplies for the various charities the woman worked for. Drugs. He knew it.

Son of a bitch. He kept his expression impassive as he watched her move into the cargo area, her hips swaying with a sensuality that hadn’t been present before. She was too relaxed now, smiling too sweetly as she kissed Jack on the jaw before moving down the ramp.

“My friends will take care of your fee.” She giggled like a young girl as she turned back. “But I don’t think they’ll let me fuck you after all. My boyfriend gets pretty possessive.” She watched them closely now as she stepped to the ground. “The money should be enough, though.”

Luc glanced at Jack in concern. This job was about to go from sugar to shit real fast. Shock lined the other man’s expression as he saw the men who came to a stop at the ramp. Several grabbed the crate and hauled it away as Luc quickly estimated their options of surviving. They weren’t good considering three of them had their hands disappearing beneath their jackets.

“Get back!” he yelled to Jack as he hit the control button for the ramp and threw himself at the other man.

Maria’s scream echoed around him as she jumped from the plane and turned to look back into the interior. Luc pushed Jack into the recessed frame and prayed for a miracle as the ramp began to rise slowly. Too damned slowly.

“Come on! Cockpit,” he yelled at Jack as he caught sight of the automatic weapons her friends were aiming into the plane, glee reflecting on their faces as their fingers tightened on the triggers.

Gunfire ripped through the plane as he ducked and jerked Jack back, nearly falling as the other man stumbled against him, a stain of red blooming over Jack’s chest. Luc threw him into the co-pilot’s seat before taking his own and accelerating the plane back down the runway.

“Son of a bitch,” Jack wheezed as he gripped his shoulder. “Dammit to hell, Luc, this shit hurts.”

Bullets pinged against the hull of the plane as Luc sped down the runway, fury enveloping him as he realized Jack hadn’t been the only one hit. His leg was bleeding profusely and the ranch was over an hour away. He prayed harder. But amid the prayers was a fury that surged hot and sweet through his brain. Angel of mercy, his ass. That bitch would pay, he swore. And he would make certain she paid well.

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