Kane pulled up to the traffic light and waited for the elementary school children to pass at the crosswalk. He glanced over at his passenger. She looked like an angel in her snug jeans and open blouse. And he felt like the devil for craving her, for wanting to strip off those brand name clothes and snack on her all morning long. One day soon, he might.
She took a deep breath, released it, and pretended he bored her. She then pulled out some perfume. It was some kind of expensive new body spray she wanted for her birthday and someone, Vicky maybe, gave it to her. The container resembled a Vicky kind-of-gift- girly and pink.
She hit the button, the window dropped as she leaned back in the truck, unzipped her jeans and wiggled them over her hips. Dramatically, she pressed down on the cap and the mist covered her in a place designed to rip through a man’s senses and grab him by the balls.
He looked down in time to see the dark purple panties folded over at the band. “What are you doing?” His dick stood ready now, no thanks to her. All he wanted to do was drive her to school, and she just had to yank down her pants. Damn it, if she wanted to keep him on a short leash, she restrained him with an unusual form of control.
Squirt. Squirt. “I like to smell fresh,” she said defiantly before she pulled her jeans back over her hips.
She might as well have left them down.
“Down there? When you’re headed to class?”
She winked. “You never know who might pay me a visit.”
“That’s it.” He slammed his hands against the steering wheel and passed right by the school headed for an empty warehouse two blocks away.
“Don’t act so pissy. You asked. Oh, and you missed the turn-off. It’s back there.” She slid the tiny bottle of spray back inside her purse and pulled down the visor. She gave her hair a few last minute touches.
“Go ahead. Fluff it up real nice, Peyton. By the time I finish with you, you’ll be lucky if you have one strand of hair left in your pretty little head.”
His truck peeled into the parking lot, and he cut too close to the building when he headed behind it burning rubber. Arousal shot straight through his cock. He fought for one last thread of self control, some way to get a handle on what he wanted, what he desperately needed.
The attempt failed.
He had to get it together but he realized it wasn’t going to happen until he wormed his way right inside her tight little snatch. Then he’d master something, maybe not control, but definitely her pretty unclaimed pussy.
“Kane! I’m going to be late for school. Damn it, I only sprayed a little perfume. It’s not a big deal.”
“Oh yes, it is. It’s a big fucking deal.” He slammed the truck in park, unhooked her seatbelt and his own all at the same time. He jerked her against his body. “You sprayed it in the wrong damn place.”
His lips crashed against hers before she fought against the kiss, the inevitable fire he planned to put out already raging inside of him and straight through her. This time, the rising flames of desire between them would not remain unattended.
She bunched his shirt in her hands and kissed him back with a woman’s kiss, the kind of kiss he’d remember. He growled as she brought him closer, forbidding him to break it as much as urging him to bring on more and he had plenty more. God, did he have it.
Her tiny teeth nibbled at his lower lip as she tried to take more control than he wanted her to gain. He gripped her hands then pushed her down flat against the leather seat and shoved her shirt high above her chest. Her tight nipples pressed against a lace bra, and he licked over the material, the lace area so thin he knew she’d feel his tongue tap against her ripe perky gems.
“Good God, woman, I’ve got to get inside of you.” His hand griped her waist as he kissed her chest and stomach. He had every intention of curbing his appetite, every ambition of doing it right then.
He unzipped her pants and felt her lips part for him. Her pussy wept with sudden need, a moist center so tight he wanted to taste her, needed to sink his tongue inside and gently swipe her nice and slow. His fingers plunged into her cunt while she cried into the worn bench seat.
“Why now! Oh God, why now?” She arched into his hand and covered her own mouth with the back of her hand.
“Because you’re mine.” And he wanted to taste her. Right there, he planned to know what she felt like grinding against his lips and after she came in his mouth, he might try to name the flavor of her sweet juices. He knew there’d be a name for her kind of honey.
Her back arched and his tongue dipped lower. “Sweet little Peyton.” He slowly licked and swiped at her folds, two fingers worked to stretch her and that’s when he saw the flash of headlights coming toward them from the other end.
‘Shit!” He jerked her pants up and pushed her away. He moved his hand over his hard dick again and again. “Damn it to hell, I could come just tasting you on my lips.”
The car slowly moved by them as Kane rolled down his window. The stench of marijuana lingered behind the car as it made its way across the back lot.
“Kids come here before school to park or smoke dope. You’re giving me quite the reputation.” She tried to make light of it as she straightened out her clothes and pulled down the visor again to check out her face and make-up. As she started to brush her hair again, she shot him a sideways glance and pure wicked smile.
“I still have every lock I had when we pulled in here. I guess you’re more concerned with short little curls than long strands of hair.”
“Damn it, Peyton.” He ran his hand over his dick and then grabbed her wrist forcing her to do it with him. All the little vixen did was smile. “This is out of hand.”
She gripped the denim clad shaft and roughly moved her palm over it. “Then let me do something about it, Kane.” She nipped at his ear, then his neck. Her tongue ran across his throat while his fingers massaged her scalp. “Please, Kane, I’m so wet right now, so wet and ready. Just take me to the boat. Take me out there and have your way with me.”
He swallowed stiffly and brought her hands up to his lips. “Soon, I will soon enough. ‘Cause God help me, I’m going to explode if I don’t.”
After he dropped her off at school, Kane headed for David Taylor’s office. He waited in the parking lot until he saw Taylor pull around back and then he walked inside. By the time he stood in front of the receptionist, he heard David talking to his secretary.
“Do me a favor and order two dozen long-stem yellow roses. Delivery is for Peyton Storm out at the Cartwell ranch. Leave the card blank.”
“Yes, sir.”
Roses. He planned on sending her roses, long-stem yellow ones, to their ranch. The man had nerve, and a lot of it.
“Can I help you? Sir, do you need some help?” The receptionist looked at Kane like she’d asked him once or twice before. He stared at her blankly.
“Yes, I’m here to see David Taylor.”
“Can I get your name?”
Kane stared back at the brunette. She was a pretty woman, petite, large breasts. Taylor had a man’s toy right in his front office. Why the hell did he have to fool around with Peyton?
Kane licked his upper lip. He could still taste her, smell her. Damn if she wasn’t right. She once told him she’d taste like candy and the woman tasted pure and sweet. Too bad for David Taylor because Kane didn’t share well, and he damn sure wouldn’t share his candy.
“That’s okay, I know he’s here,” Kane said as he placed his hand on the doorknob, turned it and went inside.
“Sir! Wait! You can’t go back there.”
David met him at the end of a narrow hallway with his hand out ready to shake it. “Well, I’ll be damned. Kane Cartwell? What brings you out this way?”
The secretary he undoubtedly asked for small favors shot him a knowing smile and then moved the hell out of the way.
Kane ignored his hand. “I need to talk to you.”
“I’m due in court in about fifteen minutes. Can it wait until this afternoon?”
“No, it can’t,” Kane said as he moved toward what he assumed was Taylor’s office.
“Ladies, hold my calls.” He followed Kane into the office and shut the door.
“Kane, why don’t you have a seat? Can I get you something to drink?”
Kane looked at the wet bar in the corner of the expansive law office. “Are you the reason Peyton is drinking now?”
“Peyton?”
“Yeah, you know the one. The girl you buy two dozen roses- long stem roses, and send them without a card-her. In fact, while I’m on the subject, those roses better not arrive today.”
“I can explain.”
“Bet so. Wanna do it with your wife around to hear it?”
“Kane.” The man looked worried. “I-”
“How about your kids? Want them to hear all about it? I don’t have a problem with it if you don’t.” Yeah, he’d aim below the belt before he’d let this man anywhere near Peyton.
“She’s eighteen. You have two kids, a wife, a family, something to build on together. What the hell are you thinking?”
He dropped his head. “I’m not.”
“Hell no, you’re not.”
“I can’t think around her. She makes me crazy.”
Kane saw death. “She makes you crazy?”
“You don’t understand what it’s like with us.”
Kane wanted to tell him she was using him to get to the Cartwells and blow his fantasy love affair to hell and back. He decided against it.
“Have you jeopardized her in any way?” Now he sounded like Braden. Why the hell didn’t he just ask if he’d fucked her?
“You mean, am I sleeping with her?”
“Yeah, precisely. Are you?”
The man watched Kane closer now. “Well I’ll be damned.”
“Answer the question.”
“You’re just like your daddy. I can see it in your eyes. You’re crazy in love with her. You’re so mad about her that you probably don’t even know you love her yet.”
Kane swallowed stiffly. “I asked you a question, and this has nothing to do with my father.”
“Of course it does. Your mother drove every man in this town nearly to his knees and now you have one just like her living in your house. Worse still, especially for Peyton, you look and act like one of the men who ruined everything for you and your brothers.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Maybe I’ll tell you sometime. I’m not sleeping with her, but I didn’t know she belonged to a Cartwell or else I would have…reconsidered pursuing her.”
“You knew she lived with us.”
“I knew your brother took her in and wanted to help out her mother. I should’ve figured out the rest.”
Kane wiped the sweat off his brow. “She’s nothing like my mother, for the record. Peyton’s strong and-”
“Boy, I knew your momma and your daddy. You don’t have to tell me anything. There are two women who have passed through these parts with those looks. Your momma was one of them and while Peyton doesn’t remind me of your mother much, she reminds me of something else more.
“She reminds me of what it feels like to be a man, a man who wants a woman so bad it could kill him. But again, I didn’t know she wore that proud Cartwell collar, and if I had, I wouldn’t have gone near her. I swear it.”
Kane narrowed his gaze on him and then gritted his teeth. Mentioning any kind of collar was a bad idea. Few people around town knew about Kane’s lifestyle, or at least the one he lived before Peyton moved in. The few who did saw him in the clubs which meant the man in front of him was already on the path to disaster. Peyton provided a slight diversion but she may have been one of many.
“Go home to your wife tonight and love her. We’re going to take care of Peyton until she doesn’t want to live out at the ranch anymore. When that day comes, she’s free game, but until Braden gets her raised and out of the house, she’s off limits.”
A wide smile replaced the man’s thoughtful frown. “I imagine you boys won’t turn her back out to graze among the locals.”
“If I have my way about it, she’ll stay for awhile.”
“I imagine, since you made a trip here this morning, you’ll find a way to make it happen.”
All day long Peyton daydreamed about Kane. She hoped he’d felt the same burn too, the same desire-filled air sweeping around him as he drove back to the ranch. She crossed her fingers tightly hoping he’d show to pick her up and then sweep her into his arms like he did before. With the same ache, the same uncontrollable need, she’d felt for him for some time.
When the final bell rang, she rushed to her locker, gathered her books and ran straight into Vicky. “Where’s the burning bush?”
“Funny.”
“Can you give me a ride home?”
Peyton’s mouth turned up at the corners. “I’m getting picked up today. I’m grounded.”
“Get out!” Vicky smiled in amusement. “Who grounded you?”
They started walking toward the exit, blending in with the other kids. A few guys deliberately bumped shoulders as they passed and one or two said hello.
“I think,” Peyton sighed as she stepped out on the concrete steps and pointed to the Ford Expedition waiting for her, “I’m pretty sure all of them.”
“Oh, that really sucks.” She laughed and then winked. “It must be hell riding around with all of those guys day in and day out.”
“Go ahead, laugh. One day your daddy may send you to live with us and then we’ll just have a scream together. It’s not as fun as it looks.” No, it’s better. So much better.
Vicky whispered in her ear. “There’s a name for it, Peyton. It’s called sexual frustration. You need a vibrator. It will solve all sorts of problems for you.”
Peyton grumbled as she left her friend behind and minutes later, she slid into the backseat next to Evan. Kane didn’t turn around in the passenger’s seat but Braden glanced in the rearview mirror.
“How was your day?” Evan asked.
“Great,” she deadpanned.
“Learn anything new today?” Braden put the windshield wipers on as the raindrops started to bubble and slide across the glass.
“Yep.” She shifted her weight and tossed her books behind her before she kicked the seat in front of her. “I learned a lot.” Kane caught what she meant. She made sure of it and watched as his shoulders squared.
“Like what?” Evan sounded too interested. He’d only been out of high school a couple of years. He probably still remembered everything on the curriculum.
She leaned back in her seat and put her arm over her forehead. “In sex-ed I was the volunteer since I’m the most developed in the classroom, or at least that’s what Vicky thinks.”
Kane turned around in his seat. “What does a volunteer do exactly?”
Evan gritted his teeth. “Do you still have Humphreys in class?”
She nodded, and his jaw tensed even more before she answered. “He’s an ass. He uses some sort of long stick to point out female body parts.”
“Yeah, right, I’d have his job, Peyton,” Kane informed.
She continued her exaggerated story. “It’s really not too bad. He just ran the end over my nipples for a little longer than necessary while talking about arousing a female. I started to toss my head back, lower my hand into my panties and scream for more.”
Evan laughed. “Good grief, Peyton.”
Braden put the break on and stopped at a stop sign. He cleared his throat and dared to inquire further about her day. “How did the co-op go with the art studio?”
“Oh, now there’s a thrill. It’s exciting.” She purred realizing at least one Cartwell was getting ready to blow a major gasket.
“So you like it?” Evan patted her arm and then added, “I told you Braden. She has a knack for art almost as much as sports.”
“Well, I don’t know how good I am at it but once I get to try it, I might like it.”
“What do you mean, try it? You’ve had the class since the start of second semester. Don’t you walk across the street to the studio each afternoon?”
“Yep, but I’m the model. I haven’t drawn anything yet.”
Braden clutched the steering wheel tighter and pulled off on a side road. Kane turned around immediately. “What do you mean, you’re the model?”
“I’m over eighteen, and they needed topless models and I’m the topless model for their adult-ed class.”
Before she said another word, Braden turned the Expedition around and raced toward the school. Kane clung to the door and Evan looked downright mad. She felt the heat of fury radiating off of his skin.
‘Wait, guys. I can explain.”
“I just bet you can, Peyton,” Braden growled. He never growled. He might bark or act like he planned to bite her head off but he never let out a man’s groan of disapproval.
They came to a screeching halt, and all three men barreled out of the truck. Kane turned around and pointed at her. “Don’t you fucking move from this vehicle or I swear I’ll spank your ass all the way back to the ranch.”
She kicked the back of the seat a couple of times and then folded her arms over her chest.
“Great! How did you know this is exactly what I need?” She threw her fist into the side of the door.
Peyton heard them before she saw them. She must’ve dozed off while they attempted to rearrange her life. She shook her head. More like sticking their noses where she didn’t ask them to sniff.
“Evan, get in the front seat with Braden.” Kane sounded furious as all three doors slammed in unison.
“You’re grounded,” Braden said the second he started the engine.
“Yeah, I kind of noticed.”
Evan turned around and smiled. “He’s dead serious. You’re so grounded.”
“Shut up, Evan.”
“You volunteered to take your clothes off for that class. Why?”
She shrugged. “Automatic ‘A’.”
“No doubt. I’ve seen those tits,” Kane sneered. “Still doesn’t excuse it.”
“Grounded,” Braden repeated.
“So tell me something. How is this going to work exactly?”
“Easy,” Braden said as he turned onto the state highway, “You can’t do a damn thing.”
“This is not fucking fair!”
“Language!” Braden yelled back. “I’m not interested in fair, Peyton. I’m interested in keeping you safe. In order to do it, you need to keep your clothes on.”
“Fine, if I won’t have anything to do, take me by the mall so I can pick up a new sex toy.” She smiled innocently at Kane, realizing immediately by his expression and the rigid shoulders of the men in the front seat, every dick in the vehicle twitched when she mentioned it.
“So maybe you can keep phone privileges,” Braden said.
“Really? I can talk on the phone? Sweet! Phone sex really gets me going.”
“Knock it off,” Kane snapped.
“Knock me up with something hard and stiff, I might consider it. Until then-”
“Peyton, damn it!” Braden growled again. He was getting pretty good at the sound effects. Maybe he was watching adult movies or something,
He slammed on the brakes. Peering into the rearview mirror, it was hard to tell if his gaze meant to warn Kane or scold Peyton. “I have a mind to bend you over my knee and let these two here spank you.”
“Oh goodie, spank me. I’ll cry for more, maybe even beg, and the next thing you know, the three of you will try to figure out what you can do to shut me up. An early hint, any one of your cocks should do the trick. I’ll open wide.”
Kane glared at Braden and then Evan. The evil eye left Evan rubbernecking to see where Kane’s hands were, and while they weren’t on her yet, they soon would be and she knew it.
She scooted closer to Kane. “Well I guess everything is out in the open now. Call it an ‘oops’ because now the cat’s out of the bag.”
Kane’s nostrils flared, maybe because some kind of crazy pact existed between brothers. An oath Kane was only seconds away from breaking altogether.
His eyes narrowed on hers, and he tilted her chin with his index finger. He acted like he wanted to kiss her but instead he reached over with his free hand and patted her denim-clad mound. “Oh no, sweetheart. See, it’s more like this sweet little pussy is coming out of hiding because it just got the wrong hound’s full blown attention.”