Western Dreams (Rescue Me Saga Extras #1) (10 page)

She rocked her pubic area on his hand. “Oh! Lucas, please do not make me wait any longer!”

He grinned. She often reverted to his formal name in the throes of passion. At least she’d gotten past calling him that all the time as a way to distance herself from him.

“Sorry, but wait you will, Sweet Pea.”

She lay back and sank neck deep in the water, swirling her hands nonchalantly over the surface. “All right. I will try.” Sounded like she’d just lost her favorite puppy, but he enjoyed running hot and cold with her like this. Eventually, he’d allow her to come, but building up the sexual tension was half the fun for him. Patience had more than one virtue.

Suddenly, Cassie sat up and moved toward him. “While I wait, I will pleasure you.”

Without hesitation, she reached out to stroke his rock-hard cock before lowering her face toward the water’s surface. To keep her from drowning, he lifted his hips. The cold air blasted his cock an instant before she took him inside her warm mouth.

Jeezus
. He’d never grow tired of having her go down on him, and loved that she initiated the contact more often than not. She seemed to enjoy giving head a lot.

Her lips and tongue teased and tormented him until he must have reached the same fever pitch he’d brought her to moments ago. Unable to wait another minute—he’d be the first to admit he had no discipline when it came to this woman—he took her by the shoulders and lifted her lips off him.

“On your knees facing away from me. Rest your arms on the opposite edge of the tub.”

Her pupils dilated as she smiled and placed herself in the position. The way the woman responded to his dominance, whether she called it submissive or not, told him all he needed to know. They could use their own labels. As long as they talked things over, came to agreement, and got what they needed from their relationship, who cared how they named things?

Getting on his knees behind her, ignoring the aches from his years of playing football, he stroked her back from shoulder to butt in long, slow movements before raking his fingertips over the globes of her butt. One day, he’d introduce the flogger, bringing her to a ruddy red. At the spur of the moment, he decided to place a light slap against one now.

“Oh!”

Her initial response emboldened him and he smacked her other butt cheek.

“What are you doing?”

“Giving in to temptation. Did you like that?”

“Yes. While it surprised me, perhaps the movement caused a tingle to course through me there.”

Oh, darlin’, you are so going to enjoy your first impact play tonight.

“If you enjoy that, we might try a little erotic spanking.”

“Perhaps.” The wariness in her voice told him to back off.

They both grew silent, and he decided to let it go for now. Running his finger down her butt crack, he delved inside her once more. Wetter than ever.

Ready to explode, he decided they’d played long enough out here. It was colder than a witch’s tit, and he wanted to move this inside—but not until they both had their first release.

Having sworn off contraception, he didn’t have to worry about a condom.
Lucky man
. He loved the feel of himself inside her silky passage as he wrapped his hands around her thighs, lifted her out of the water, and pressed his cock against her opening.

Cassie pushed back against him, eager as all get out. Slowly, playfully, he entered and pulled away, then entered her again. Each time he went another inch or so deeper. Her panting told him she was going to fly over the moon any second. With one last retreat, he plunged inside her. The grunt of pleasure he heard spurred him on. Reaching around, he fingered her clit and watched her hands white-knuckle on the rim of the tub.

“Come with me, Sweet Pea.” He pumped his seed inside her as her high-pitched screams echoed down the hillside. When finished, he slumped over her. “Jeezus, that was incredible.”

A few moments later, she said, “For me as well. I have missed this, Luke.”

No sweeter words had ever been spoken by her to him.

*     *     *

Cassie slipped back into the silky, scented water, and Luke pulled her against his chest. Her nipples peaked in anticipation of having his hands on her shoulders, back, legs. All right, her breasts and everywhere else, too. She had never thought she could miss a man’s touch, but when it came to Luke’s, she did.

They cuddled, watching new snowflakes drift to the ground as night fell. He idly played with her nipple. Or were his movements all that insignificant? He had promised more tonight. Something different.

Despite just having had an amazing orgasm, she still wanted more.

“Shall we go have dinner before we turn to prunes?”

“You made me forget all about food, woman.”

He helped her stand, and she reached for a towel from the nearby warming rack Luke had installed, wrapping it around his dripping waist before retrieving one for herself. Luke worked hard physically, and she found she enjoyed pampering him when he came home, whether with food, sex, or cuddles—or all three like tonight.

Dinner was a hearty Peruvian soup he’d requested many times since her mother had made it for them for breakfast on their wedding day.

Over dinner, as Suyana played with a stuffed chew toy under the table, he shared with her the plans he and Ryder had made for finishing the bunkhouses over the winter and opening up the ranch to their first guests in late spring.

He reached out and squeezed her hand. “I have a good feeling about the plans for this ranch becoming a sanctuary for others who are lost and need to learn to dream again.”

“You and Ryder are the perfect people to make it happen. I have never seen two men more driven.”

“Well, don’t forget you’ve promised to lend your hand to some art classes, too. And Megan’s agreed to teach photography techniques. Between the four of us—not to mention the horses, dogs, and alpacas—I don’t think we’re going to give our visitors much time to sit and wallow in the circumstances that brought them to us.”

“Oh, I am already gathering supplies. I think fiber arts will be the best medium, especially if they use the hair we shear from the alpacas. I have a lot to spin this winter in order to be able to supply several classes, though.”

When they finished dinner, put away the leftovers, and loaded the dishwasher, Cassie remembered some news she’d forgotten to tell him. “Savannah Orlando called this morning. She heard about what you are planning to do and offered to help after the baby comes.” The baby was due in late January and Savannah should be able to come out to the ranch again by late spring or early summer. “Damián said to count him in, too, if you can think of something he would be good at.”

“I’d think just being there to talk with other veterans or amputees would help immensely. I’ll get in touch with them when we know a little more about the structure we plan to set up. I don’t expect to have many people at first, and we may even have to offer scholarships to the first ones until we know what we’re doing.”

“It might be best to wait before talking with them. Savannah and Damián have to go to California for her father’s trial in early December. She sounded worried, and I am sure it is going to take a toll on her, even without being seven months pregnant at the time.”

Cassie hoped her new friend would be able to find justice as Cassie had in Peru against the men who had raped her all those years ago. To have the rapist be one’s own father… She couldn’t fathom that pain, or the strength Savannah must have to go on with her life when she escaped that hell.

“Sweet Pea, it’s okay.” Luke wrapped his arm around her and pulled her to him. “Damián is going to make sure she’s protected and grounded during her testimony.”

“I know. And you would do the same for me. You even went after my rapists on our wedding night. I just hate seeing her have to face this.”

“But think how good she’s going to feel when she puts it behind her and he’s locked up for life. Let’s hope that’s the outcome, at least.”

Cassie nodded. She did not know how justice was done here, but would wish for the best.

“Let’s get ready for bed, Sweet Pea. Worrying about this isn’t going to do any good, and I do believe we have some unfinished business.”

Her worrisome thoughts evaporated with each step they took hand in hand toward the bathroom. They enjoyed a shower together, but then Luke surprised her by picking up her razor.

“How’d you feel about me shaving you?”

“I just shaved this morning.” Had she not done an adequate job?

With his other hand, he cupped her mound. “No, I want to shave you
here
.”

Heat rushed into her cheeks. She’d never thought about shaving
there
, although Kitty had told her she did so, and Adam loved it. Cassie supposed if she didn’t like it, the hair would grow back.

She smiled. “Sounds a little kinky, but I will give it a try.” With his talk of spankings and the feelings she had when he tied her feet in intricate designs, she was becoming more like Kitty than she realized.

After they dried off and opened the door to the hallway, Suyana came barreling out of the kitchen as though she’d been into something she shouldn’t. Careful not to dislodge her body towel, Cassie scooped up the squirming puppy.

“What have you done, Suyana?” The puppy’s doleful eyes screamed innocence, but the apple peel draped over her ear pointed the finger at her guilt.

Luke took Suyana from her arms and placed a towel and other things in her hands. “I’ll go clean up the mess in the kitchen and put up the baby gates. You just take this razor and shaving cream upstairs, spread out the towel at the side of the bed, and wait. You might want to move the bed stand closer to the bed, too, so I can see what I’m doing. Don’t want to nick you.”

He seemed to have everything planned. Excitement coursed through her at the thought of him performing such an intimate service for her. She’d barely managed to follow all of his instructions when she heard him making his way up the stairs. Quickly, she stretched out on the bed, her legs dangling over the edge of the mattress. She tried crooking them, but her feet kept slipping off the bed. She was afraid he would cut her if she moved suddenly.

“Beautiful, Sweet Pea. Thank you for following my instructions to a tee.”

“There is a problem, though.”

“What’s that?” He stood over her looking down, making her heart race.

“I cannot find a good position for my legs. You may have to get some rope.”

The shocked expression on his face left her cringing inside for even suggesting it, realizing how it sounded in retrospect. She held out her hand and waved away the notion. “I did not mean that, of course!”

Luke’s lips twitched, but at least he did not laugh at her. “You know, though, that might not be a bad idea. I wouldn’t want to hurt you.”

So he did not think her too forward, although he was her husband and why she would be embarrassed about anything at this point in their relationship was beyond her. However, they had never ventured this far into kinky behaviors or discussions before.

“I’ll be right back.”

Luke left her there a few minutes then came back carrying the soft yellow rope he’d used a few times before. Instead of simply tying her legs to the bed frame, he began by brushing the rope over her calves, knees, and thighs. Goosebumps rose on her skin in the wake of the rope.

His gaze met hers and he smiled. “Like that?”

Unable to speak, she nodded. He did not glance away, but his hand and the rope became one as he continued to stroke her legs and feet. Her sex throbbed, wanting him to touch her, but whenever he drew near, he would veer away again. She groaned, which only made him chuckle.

The man had a penchant for leaving her nearly begging for more, but she tried to maintain her composure—at least a little longer.

“I’m going to tie this rope to your thigh, just above your knee,” he said as he loosened the bundle and made a loop around her leg. He slipped his fingers between the rope and her skin. “Not too tight?”

“No, Luke.” It was snug, but in a comforting way. At least she wouldn’t have to hold her legs open, which would grow tiresome long before he could finish shaving her.

He took the other rope and tied a similar knot on her right leg. “Now, before I go any further, I need to get a basin of water.” When he went down the stairs, she picked up the loose ends of the rope and tugged on them, spreading her legs wider. What would it feel like when he restrained her to the headboard and footboard? Why was the image making her more turned on than ever?

Hearing his footsteps on the stairs, she dropped the ropes and placed her hands palms down on the towel. He scooted the lamp aside and set the basin on the bed stand. Squeezing out a washcloth from the steaming water, he placed it over her mound. “I don’t know if it helps with shaving you there, but the warm steam makes for a nice, smooth shave on my face when I have it done by a barber.”

“Makes sense.” A giggle burst forth. “You have left me with a very disturbing image of myself in the barber’s chair awaiting a most intimate shave.”

He chuckled, the picture now burned on his own retinas. His cock stiffened. “While we wait, I’ll set your legs at the perfect angle to be open and out of the way as I work.” He picked up the rope attached to her left leg and placed his other hand under her knee to lift and position her before he tied the rope to the bed post. “How does that feel?”

“Fine.”

“Tell me if there’s any tingling, numbness, or pain.” He tickled her foot, and she wanted to kick him, but smiled back at him instead. He soon had her right leg similarly trussed and pulled a chair from against the wall to seat himself between her outstretched legs. He lifted the cloth, picked up the shaving cream she used on her legs and underarms, and squirted some foam into his hand. She watched, enthralled by his every move. As he spread the foam on her mound, he locked gazes with her and his slow, deliberate movements made her want to beg him to make love to her before going another step.

“I could touch you like this all night.”

“I am not sure I can hold out that long. I cannot wait all night to have you join me on this bed.”