Compromised Cowgirl (11 page)

He hobbled his horse in the shade where there was some grazing. He didn’t expect to be long with the boy, but after he punished him for trespassing and everything else, he wanted a long, hot soak.

He followed the voice between boulders higher than his head. A large rock pool with even bigger boulders around it made it look, from below, as if there was nothing but rock. His eyes zoomed onto the round white buttocks as the trespasser frog-kicked across the pool. He winced at the jolt of lust that hit. He turned away, shamed at the way his cock rose.

He turned back when the boy splashed. He opened his mouth to yell and realized the boy had rolled over onto his back.

A pair of lush breasts floated on the surface. Ace swallowed. His cock, denied action for so long, throbbed at the temptation floating in the pool.

Jessie was a woman! He shuddered a breath of relief. No wonder he lusted. His body knew what he couldn’t see. A woman could bind her breasts, but how had she hidden the curves of her waist and hips?

He crouched and lifted her hat and shirt from the pile of neatly folded clothing on a flat rock. He snorted. No boy would stop to fold his clothing. A padded corset of canvas lined with soft cotton explained how she bound her breasts. Wide padding attached like a belt would hide the curve of her waist. Thinking back, she usually wore a thigh-length coat. That would cover her back end.

He looked closer at her corset. How the hell had she done so much work with her ribs bound so tight, and at this altitude? Sheer determination along with one huge dollop of need, throw in some stubborn, and there you have it. A woman fighting to work herself to a stick, just to stay in the saddle. She was far older than fourteen. He was twenty-six, and she was well past marrying age. In
England
she’d be on the shelf, a dried up, sexless old maid.

He watched Jessie float on her back, eyes closed. She sculled with her hands and moved her legs to keep afloat. He groaned when she frog-kicked, showing him the spot his cock couldn’t wait to fill.

Jessie was no dried up stick. She was a curvaceous woman who’d driven him mad for weeks. Ranger must have known she was female. Did the two of them laugh at how they fooled him for so long?

Jessie said Ranger knew her before she went east. If so, why hadn’t he taken her on his own ranch? Perhaps he was an old lover. After all, Jessie must have lived with men, working as a cowboy, for years. She’d have had many lovers. She’d pulled a game on him, but he was the winner. Not only did he get three weeks of free, excellent labor out of her, she owed him. She was on his land, having stolen his horse.

He could have her if he wanted. And he wanted her, by George! His cock had had enough teasing. It wanted action!

“Jessie!”

His bellow echoed off the high back wall of the pool. She startled and went under, arms and legs flailing. She came to the surface, coughing and choking. She swam closer, still choking, until her feet reached the bottom and she could stand with her shoulders out of the water. She kept her head down, coughing and wheezing. The water was so clear he saw her shape to her hips. The curves of a full-grown woman.

“Dammit, why the heck did you do that?”

She wiped her eyes and glared up at him. He saw the moment she realized who he was.

“Oh, no!” She pushed herself backward, deeper into the water until only her head protruded. “Go away!”

“Get out of the water.”

“No! I don’t work for you anymore.”

She narrowed her eyes at him, jaw jutting out of the water. The effect was spoiled by her need to keep moving to stay afloat.

“You stole my horse and are trespassing on Double Diamond land. I can do whatever the hell I want with you.”

“If I’m on your land, and so is Trouble, I haven’t stolen anything. You can’t hurt me, you need me too much. I want to stay on the Double D. You’ve only got a couple of weeks of experience. You’ll never get it ready for winter without me.”

She was right, blast it. He needed her. About to curse, he closed his mouth when an idea formed. She could do more for him than ride a horse. He could put her body to good use during the day, and they could share the night. She couldn’t complain when he made that part of the deal. Either she’d agree, or he’d have Frank Chambers throw her in jail. He’d prove to her how much she’d enjoy his attention, first.

“You can stay,” he called out. She sagged in relief at his words, almost sinking in the water. “But I want more than your cowboy skills.”

She frowned at him. “What do you mean?”

The water looked inviting. So did the nymph floating in it. With over a foot difference in their heights, the buoyancy would be useful. He unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off. She gulped, her eyes flicking over him. He pulled off his boots. Her face was now pink. He undid his belt and pants and stepped out of them.

“Isn’t it obvious what I want?”

Her eyes stared at the thick cock pointing at her. Her mouth was open as if waiting to take him there. He groaned at the thought. His cock surged, and he glanced down. A drop of pre-cum squeezed out. She licked her lips then looked up. She looked dazed, but eager. She’d had others, but maybe his cock was bigger than some. He knew how to use it to make the ladies happy. She’d be the next.

“You.” She swallowed and took a breath. “You, uh, want to kiss me?”

“I plan to do one hell of a lot more than that.” His cock twitched in agreement. “You coming out or am I coming in?”

She covered her breasts with her hands, making it difficult to tread water. She didn’t come any closer, so he dropped his hat on his clothes and walked into the water. He shifted sideways until he found where the water was cool rather than hot.

He waded toward her. She looked around. High walls rose from the water in every direction but his. If she wanted out, she’d have to get past him. That wasn’t going to happen. She could play the reluctant virgin all she wanted—he could tell she was primed for sex.

“What’s the matter, Jessie? You’ve played with me for weeks. That first morning you aimed your ass at me every time you bent over to pick up a branding iron. Did you really expect I wouldn’t react?”

Her nostrils flared. She stared at the clear water where his hard cock rose in spite of the cool water. She licked her lips.

“Has it been so long since a man pleasured you that you’ve forgotten how good it is? I’ll make sure you get your fair share of pleasure. Maybe not the first time because I’m primed to explode, but as soon after as I can.”

She bit her bottom lip. He wanted to nip it and plunge his tongue inside, then follow with his cock. But he waited, water up to his chest, as she came to her decision. Finally, she nodded. Her smile wavered a bit, but it was a smile.

“Kiss me?”

“Damn right!”

She reached out a hand. He caught it and hauled her toward him. She placed her hands on his shoulders, her straight body a few inches from his. A sprinkle of freckles covered her pert nose and cheeks. Eyes almost black with eagerness watched him. He looked down. The cool water firmed her breasts and hardened her nipples even more.

He moved her hands around his neck. She closed her eyes and pursed her lips. He paused. Only virgins who hadn’t even been kissed before did that. He was a gentleman. Gentlemen never took virgins unless they married them afterward. She tightened her hold, rubbing her lush body against his. Breasts, belly, and pussy.

He groaned. Maybe she didn’t know how to kiss because she was used to quick and dirty sex. If so, he’d show her how to reach the stars. She opened her eyes. She frowned.

“You don’t want to kiss me?”

“Not like that. Relax your lips and open your mouth a bit.”

She relaxed her muscles. He gently kissed the corner of her mouth. He felt her lips move into a smile. He touched her partly opened mouth with his lips. She responded eagerly, pressing back. He opened his mouth, as did she, so he flicked his tongue.

She gasped and pulled back. She blinked at him for a moment before closing her eyes and going back for more. She wriggled her body and then lifted her legs and grasped him around the waist with them.

His cock rubbed against her pussy. She panted, her eyes wide. He dropped his forehead against hers. She twitched, rubbing herself against his cock before looking up at him.

“I want these.”

He cupped her breasts and flicked the nipples with his thumbs. She trembled. He ran his hands around her ribs to her back and down to her ass. He hummed in appreciation of her soft skin. He clasped his fingers around her cheeks and pulled them gently apart.

“And this.”

Her breasts rubbed against his chest as she fought for air. Perhaps her little gasp meant she’d discovered how chest hair could awaken nipples. He kept his left hand on her ass to hold her snug and brought the right around to the front. He snuck his fingers down her belly and into the soft hairs protecting her pussy. He expected her to be wet from the water, but when he pressed into her pussy his finger met hot, wet flesh.

“And this, definitely.”

She tilted her head to look at him, eyes glazed and lips parted. He pressed her against him with his left hand, swept his lips against her and found her clit with his thumb. He swallowed her gasp, following his finger thrusts in her lower lips with his tongue in her mouth. He circled her clit with his thumb.

“You want more?”

She nodded, gulping air.

He lifted her high enough to capture her nipple between his lips. He rolled it in his mouth as she squirmed against him. A tiny bite made her gasp. He leaned his forehead against hers and whispered.

“I’m going to lie you down by the water and lick your pussy until you scream. Then I’m going to lie on my back while you ride my cock. Again, you’ll scream. When I come inside your pussy, you’ll be too tired to scream, but you’ll want to.”

He held her face with his hands until she nodded agreement. He carried her to shore and set her down on her clothes. She hesitated when he pressed her knees wide to look at her swollen, glistening lips. He shook his head and slid a finger over her clit. She dropped her knees wide, begging for more with a deep groan.

First, he inhaled her scent, clean and fresh. He caught her soft curls with his lips, nipping them the way Trouble did her hair. He couldn’t stand it any longer. He pressed her lips back with his fingers, groaned, and flicked her clit with his tongue.

She shuddered and grabbed his head with both hands. He used his nose on her for a minute before sucking her inner lips into his mouth. He moved to free one hand, sinking his middle finger into her to the knuckle. He added his first finger and curled them forward. She gasped when he stroked the spongy area he found. She accepted his other fingers easily as he kept stroking.

Liquid flowed out of her, proof she wanted him doing this. He changed the stroking to tapping using his thumb on the outside of her pubic bone in a pincer-like movement. She moaned, twitching her hips under him. Close, but not yet.

Keeping his fingers going, he nuzzled her clit. She gasped and shuddered. He reached his free hand to her breast. This time when he tapped her he sucked her right on the clit and pinched her nipple at the same time.

She gave a dainty scream and bucked under him. He smiled and let her down gently, rubbing her pussy until her body turned to jelly. A moment later, she tensed up.

“Open your eyes and look at me,” he ordered. That stubborn chin of hers stuck out. He sat up and leaned over her. “Open your eyes, or I’ll put you over my knee!”

Immediately he was hit with a glare.

“You wouldn’t dare!”

“The way you behaved the last few weeks, I should have put you over my lap ten times a day.”

“Then why didn’t you?” Still, the glare.

“Because I didn’t know why my cock saluted every time you came near.”

She put her hand on his, showing what she wanted. He nibbled her breasts, making her moan. She arched her back, demanding more. He liked the way she stood up to him. He wanted a strong, passionate woman, one who matched him physically and sexually. None of those prissy misses who needed to be coaxed out of their shifts, he wanted one who would demand he satisfy her.

Yet he also wanted to chase her across a meadow, rip off her clothes, wrestle her to her hands and knees, and take her from behind like a stallion would a mare. She would buck and scream, fighting him, making him earn the right to have her.

He wanted an equal. A ranch hand who could take his orders during the day, respectfully suggesting improvements. But when they were man and woman, he wanted a give and take that would drive them both far beyond the placid sex of domesticity. And he wanted to share her with his partners, but not yet.

Wild, passionate, and daring, he wanted Jessie to himself to start. After they’d enjoyed each other for a while, she would move on. Perhaps in the spring, after the bulk of the work was over. He hadn’t planned on marrying for a few years, but that one session showed him how much he’d missed having a woman.

When the spring Bride Train arrived, he’d be there, checking out the possibilities for a wife. They needed a wife with the physical strength to keep the Double Diamond’s homestead running. She must also be a lady when they had guests, or were in town. She would be meek and modest in public, obeying every order. Only when they were together could she question him, and that, politely.