He slammed the car in park and decided it wasn’t worth a cowboy’s chance to glance at her. He reached behind his seat and grabbed the shopping bags.
“I hope you’re going to let me drink. I need a beer,” she said.
“Not a chance.” He unlocked the door, nearly kicked it open and headed to the bedroom. He tossed the shopping bags inside the door and started for the kitchen where he hurriedly unloaded the few groceries he bought. “For the record, there’s a lot of difference between need and want.” Something he might further explain in a matter of minutes.
“So you feel like you’ve contributed to my delinquency enough, huh?”
He froze as he thought seriously about backing out right there. What did he think he was doing? What was he thinking?
“Look at me, Kane.”
“You’re right. I need to take you home because I can’t stay out here with you and not have you, all of you. For me, Peyton, there’s no turning back once the teasin’ starts, and you need to understand I’m a man who takes it all once I have a woman I want.”
She lightly touched his wrist. “I’m a woman who wants you to grab what I put in front of you.”
He resisted the urge to let her just pull him around to face her. He needed to think about this long and hard for another three seconds since he hadn’t taken the time to give it a minute’s worth before now.
He should’ve thought about Peyton and the consequences before he drove them out there but he had one thing on his mind-his own goals and desires. For his own selfish reasons, he just headed for the lake.
“I said, look at me.” She pulled at him with a lot of force and he turned around to face her then but by the expression on her face, he didn’t have the look in his eyes she expected.
Without thinking, he spoke his mind. “Do you know why you can’t stand to have a man turn his back to you?” His tone stayed dark, nearly unrecognizable.
“Don’t, Kane. You’re trying to piss me off now because you decided you don’t want me now. You’re starting to question this…whatever this is between us.”
He grabbed her around the waist and held her tight against his body. “I know what this is, Peyton. It scares the hell out of me just as much as it scares the hell out of you to have a man you care about turn his back on you.”
“Shut up, Kane. You’re walking on a thin layer right now.”
“Your daddy walked out on you, Peyton, and somewhere deep inside, you think that’s what we’re going to do too. You think when you graduate from high school, we’re just going to turn you out and leave you without anyone, without a family.”
Her eyes looked misty, moist and ready to respond with an overflow of tears. “Aren’t you?”
The way she asked, the way she felt in his arms when she asked- so soft and vulnerable-drove him to kiss her. He kissed her until he was plumb dizzy, and he really forgot about her question.
When the kiss broke, she stood there in tears. “That’s about what I thought. You can’t answer me because you don’t want to make promises. The great Kane Cartwell doesn’t make commitments or break his own rules, at least not for a woman.”
“Huh?” Women profoundly confused him. Sometimes he wondered if Peyton was the only woman he understood and then she’d throw him a curve ball or lasso or something.
“I’ve known it from the beginning. Once I graduate, you’ll want me out of the house. I know Braden will, maybe Evan too.”
“The hell I will,” he growled against her lips, and his mouth crashed against hers, claiming her with his tongue and licking out any kind of promise she wanted him to make. “Peyton, I’m not letting you go. I swear it. I’m going to hold onto you for as long as you’ll let me.”
She shuddered, as he rocked her body against his. “I’m scared,” she whispered.
“Then I’m scared too,” he said with a forced smile. And horny, but he didn’t see why he should mention it. Why ruin the moment when Peyton needed him to take things slow?
“No, I’m serious, Kane.”
“If you’re scared then I know why, Peyton, and it’s enough to terrify me.” Realizing he had his arms wrapped around a virgin, he cradled her against his chest. “And we’re not going to do anything you aren’t comfortable doing, so help me God.” And he certainly needed all the help he could get because right now, his body wasn’t thinking as clearly as his mind.
She backed away from him and pulled him with her to the living room. As they passed the bunkroom, he reached inside and handed her a bag. “Go put this on. I bought you something.”
“What is it?” With a naughty smile immediately plastered to her face, she started to pull it out and he stopped her.
“No, just go put it on. I don’t want to see it again unless it’s on you.”
She swallowed stiffly, and the blush of her skin warmed him. Looking at her healed a hole in his heart he’d only recently realized existed. She stood there gripping the bag long enough to make him uncomfortable.
“I bought two different…styles. I want you to choose one and put it on for me. Dress up for me, Peyton. I need you to do this.”
Her mouth covered his, and he sipped at her lips while she greedily sucked his tongue. His palms framed her face and in an instant, he faced increased hunger. If his body served as an indicator, he responded to her kiss in a way guaranteed to have them both stripped down to bare skin.
He nuzzled her cheeks, chin and throat. “God, I want you. I want you in a way…it’s just not normal,” he said as he broke the control she held over him but still refused to leave her altogether. His lips continued covering her face, tracing her jaw and nibbling at her earlobe. “Will you let me have you, Peyton? Will you let me have a part of you no one else will ever have?”
She locked him into a sweet, seductive trance. “Kane Cartwell, you already have it, and soon, you’ll have something else too.”
And there he had it. The answer he wanted.
The truth he needed to find slipped out in the most innocent of confessions. He wanted to be one hundred percent certain without asking, and she gave him what he most wanted to hear.
She told him she belonged to him. She was giving him something no other man would ever claim. He didn’t give a damn about a girl’s cherry. What he wanted was the heart and soul of a woman, a woman who saved herself for the love of one man.
And damn it all, he gulped a big drink of air when he considered the underlying, ever present problem. He didn’t know if he wanted to or even could share her with his brothers. Not now.
They hadn’t discussed it, not really, but after Kane caught her with Evan and then watched as she kissed Braden, he felt like Peyton wanted all three brothers. His mind had a difficult time wrapping around a sharing option concept. Worse still, what if his brothers one day felt the very same? History might revisit the Cartwell ranch. God help them all if it did.
She stepped out of the bathroom in a designer lace-trimmed sheer mesh babydoll gown. Thank goodness she chose the one he wanted her in most. He also bought her a sexy corset-style bodice but he purchased it with one goal in mind, to make her look and feel like a seductress. Right now, he wanted her sweet, pure and innocent just like she professed she was.
He should’ve spanked himself. Here he was thinking about stripping her of her virginity, and he wanted her to look as delicate as a pretty rose he couldn’t wait to deflower. The babydoll style hung off of her slender body, and while it allowed for a silhouette, he strained to see the outline of the G-string.
He stretched out on the futon with blankets and pillows he’d pulled from the bunkroom. While she changed into the ideas of pleasure, he’d laid there with his cock in hand stroking, easing his fingers around his shaft and dreaming of her.
“Turn around.” His voice was raspy and the hunger he needed to quench was far less than his sudden thirst. He ached to lick her, his need to drown in her slick heat overwhelmed him with an obsessive desire.
She turned around. “Do you like it?”
“I love it.” I love you. He should’ve just said it and got it out of the way but right now seemed like the wrong time.
“Do you really?” she giggled.
“I really do. What do you think?”
“I’ve never felt sexier in my life.”
“Good. If I thought you had, I might have to-”
“Spank me?”
“Yeah, paddle that sweet ass.”
“Will you?”
“Will I spank you?”
“Uh-huh.” She nibbled on her finger. “I’ve been a very bad girl. You tell me all the time.”
“Good God, Peyton.” He pulled the sheet back and showed off his cock. He wrapped his hand around it and gently tugged it through his tight grip.
Her gaze didn’t follow his strokes, at least not at first. “Look at me, Peyton. Watch me.”
“I’m-”
“You’re going to watch me. Not my eyes, my hand.”
Nervously, she started to sit down.
“No, don’t sit. Stand right there and watch.” His mouth watered as he caressed his dick. “You know what I want you to do?”
She nodded.
“Have you ever given any other man a blowjob?” Now would be a good time for her to say no, especially after the one she gave him in the car.
She shook her head.
“Good girl.”
“But I know how. Didn’t hear you complain earlier.”
His hand stopped moving. “With a blow like that, you won’t hear one. Tell me something Peyton, if you haven’t given a man head, how did you learn?”
Her face blushed. “Movies.”
“Remind me later. I’m going to spank you a few times for watching a movie where a woman gives a man head.” He licked his lips. “Did you finger yourself when you watched the movies?”
“Sometimes.”
He tugged harder. “Did your pussy clench tight around your fingers? Did you play with your clit, Peyton?”
“Uh-huh, and I…”
“You what, Peyton?” He moaned as he closed his eyes and tried to imagine her with her finger in her cunt watching dirty movies.
“I came.”
“Good girl, I knew you did.”
Her eyes dropped down to his cock. “Does it feel good?”
“What?”
She laughed. “Right now. What you’re doing. Do you like touching yourself?”
“Come here. I want you to find out for yourself.” He took her hand in his and with her free palm, she reached for his thick length. “Did I tell you to touch me?”
She snapped her wrist back away from him. “No, but…”
“Peyton, lie down, sweetheart.”
She did.
He licked her kneecap and kissed her inner thigh. She tried to touch him again, her fingers straining against the distance he put between them.
“Don’t, Peyton. Not yet.”
She watched him as he ran his tongue up her leg, up and down her inner thigh and then stopped at her pussy. He took a deep breath and inhaled her. “Oh baby, you smell like cotton candy. Have you been playing in my toy bag?”
“Yes, I just…”
“Peyton, I didn’t tell you that you could play in my bag of tricks, did I?”
“Uh-huh?” He heard the uneasiness in her voice.
He tugged her panties over her hips and kissed her clit. She jerked as soon as his mouth covered her pussy but he didn’t stay long, just long enough to kiss the tender little bud and withdraw.
“Give me your hand.”
She did.
“Now, touch yourself here.” He showed her where he wanted her hand. “I want you to move your fingertip over your clit. Feel that?” He showed her how he wanted her to do it.
She swallowed stiffly. “Can’t you do it?”
“No, I can’t. You have to do it.” He moved with her for a few minutes and then moved his hand.
“Kane…”
“Don’t talk, Peyton, just feel.”
He grinned as he watched her, the blush of her skin turned a nice shade of pink. It showcased her embarrassment but not so much that she changed her mind. She didn’t stop when he moved his hand. Her finger continued to press against her clit.
“That’s good, sweetheart. Now, take your other hand and put two fingers in your pussy.”
“No.”
“No?”
She shook her head.
“What are you afraid of?”
“I…”
“You don’t want me to watch?”
Her hand moved rapidly across her mound, her hips rose once, just once but holy hell, it was a beautiful rise and fall as her legs spread open and the sparkling of her sweet juices spilled over the folds. “Really perfect, a little more pressure now and put your fingers into your pussy this time.”
“Will you do it?”
“Yes, but I want you to show me how you like it first. Now, do it. Don’t make me ask again.”
He tried to gain control. Damn it, this was why his brothers didn’t want him to take her. They feared he’d behave like this. They were afraid he’d dominate her, pull her into the lifestyle he craved, the one he’d lived in or on the realm of for nearly five years.
She stopped moving her fingers, and her hands fell to her sides and she dared him with her eyes. “I’m not doing it.”
He licked his upper lip and decided to let her choose her punishment. “Then tell me what I need to do to punish you. Spank you or eat your pussy?” What a punishment. She didn’t know the difference. He went with it. If things were different, and he was training a submissive for his bed, he’d have made her go stand in the corner or he would’ve put a ball gag in her mouth while he jacked off in front of her.
Her breath hitched in her chest. “I…I…can’t decide.” Instinctively, her middle finger touched her clit again and she began to roll it back and forth, her hooded eyes barely open, her mouth dropping wide in expectancy.
“That’s not what I wanted to hear, Peyton.” He snatched her wrist and tugged her from the bed. “I wanted you to answer the question. Now you’re going to have to face your punishment.”
He moved away from the mattress and kept his focus on her until he disappeared into the bathroom. When he returned he had his playthings.
“Roll over on your stomach.”
“No.”
“Remember who is in control here, Peyton.” He growled as he tried to remind himself of it too. The games he played with her now was a last ditched effort to maintain some element of composure before she stripped him of what little self-control he had left.
He yanked her ankles, and she giggled nervously.
“Don’t hurt me,” she purred. “I’d heard about this side of you but I don’t want you to hurt me, Kane, not yet.”
“Do you think I’m going to hurt you?”
“No.”
“How do you know for sure?”
“Because I trust you.”
Damn it all. If there was anything sweeter a woman said to a man, he’d like to know what. “Very good, you should trust me.”
She turned over on her stomach, and before he pulled her hips back, she arched for him. She didn’t try to scoot away from him, and she shocked him with her easy compliance.
He caressed her ass, her perfect globes, before he drenched the center split with lubricant. She jerked as the cool moisture seeped into her ass.
“Oh that’s perfect, truly beautiful.”
“Kane…” She moved her bottom against him.
“Shh…remember, you trust me.” He nibbled along her back, licked up and down her spine and then before he warned her, brought his hand up and smacked her flank.
“Wait! You can’t spank me yet. I’m not ready yet.”
“You told me to spank you, lover. I’m going to punish you because you won’t mind me. I wanted your fingers in your pussy and you denied me.” He smiled, fought back the urge to tell her that he preferred her ass. He’d watch her finger herself later. He’d watch her enjoy her own hand, sooner or later, in ways she never imagined.”
“Kane, please don’t.”
“You don’t like getting a spanking?”
“I do…I…”
He tanned her beautiful hide again. His cock throbbed as his palm met her flesh several more times.
She cried out. “You don’t understand. I need you to hold me.”
“Hold you?” Slap! Smack! Slap!
“Oh God…yes!”
“No, darlin’ what you need is for me to fuck you.” He felt for evidence. His fingers slid under her, and he pushed his middle finger into her cunt. “Yes, sweetheart, that’s what you meant, isn’t it?” He nibbled at her earlobe, and she moaned out a silent cry.
“Please, move your fingers inside of me,” she pleaded with him, begged him with unruly passion in her voice.
“Are you a virgin, Peyton?” He already knew the truth. She’d admitted it.
“Yes.”
“Tell me. Tell me you’re a virgin.”
“I’m a virgin. I saved myself for you.”
Oh dear God, he didn’t want her to add what he needed to hear most. Not yet, not now.
Too late.
He choked out a forced response as he removed a butt plug from a small pouch. “Okay, good girl,” His finger ran in between her cheeks, and she shivered with pleasure as he touched the hole he planned to claim.
“Good?”
“Oh yes.”
“Really nice, Peyton. You’re so beautiful, baby.” He didn’t tell her what he was doing next but he took the small vibrator from the pouch where she could see it. “Say no at any time and we stop, okay?”
She nodded.
“No, Peyton. Tell me you understand.”
“I underst-”
He pressed the small silicone plug into her anus, the tip barely penetrating the outer ring. She moaned, he added a little pressure. “Grip the sheets, baby, hang on for just a minute.”
“I can’t…”
“Oh yes you can.” He rolled back on the balls of his feet and stared at her pretty bottom, the image she created was more than he deserved to capture alone. Oh his brothers were going to kill him when they found out he introduced her to his treasures.
“Kane!”
“I’m here, baby.” He flipped her over and spread her out like he wanted her to try out mattress jumping jacks. He settled between her legs and held her thighs apart. “Ah Peyton, this is perfect.”
“I…this sensation…it hurts, Kane.”
“It’s going to hurt for just a minute but I can take care of you, Peyton. I can make sure no one ever takes care of you better than I do.” He kissed her clit and then licked her center. “Oh Peyton, I’m going to take care of us both.” His head dropped, and he lapped at her pussy like he was dining for the first time, and for once in his life, he indulged in a well-prepared meal.
She was on her death bed. Peyton decided this had to be her death bed because she felt like she was caught between one world and another, torn between exquisite pleasures and some sort of unexplainable, but heavenly pain.
She transitioned then. Somewhere in the midst of carnal experiences, she became a woman.
Her hands gripped the coverlet as she watched him devour her like an animal hungry for a first delicious snack. The more she watched, the more she wanted.
“Oh Kane, I think I’m…”
“You are, right now.” He mumbled against her flesh before his tongue slowly swiped deeper. He tapped the end of the vibrating plug and it flared against her ass before the sinful little toy zapped to a new speed, working almost in sync with the man licking her, coaxing out the juices of a woman-her cream, her pleasure.
“Kane! Good God, don’t stop! Oh fuck!” She twisted and writhed under his mouth as the sounds of a man’s vulgar appetite filled the room. He lapped, and then groaned. God help her, he growled, and it was the most animalistic thing she’d ever heard and it only called out more from her. She grinded against his face and chin and took the orgasm he gave her.
He held her against the weight of his arms, folding them over her stomach. She reached for him, her hand gripping his hair, pulling it until he cried out against her body and nibbled on her hardened clit in retaliation.
His eyes were dark, heavy with a new lust, and his tongue searched while his hands wandered around looking for answers. She prayed whatever he needed to find in a woman, he found it in her.
“Let me come again,” she whimpered as her hips rose off the bed. She pushed her pussy tighter against his lips, and his oral pursuit stopped right then. Within a second, he removed the plug, and then quickly sheathed himself.
Her chin dropped in shock. “Now that was something to see.”
He fisted his cock and ran it across her leg, rubbed it against her inner thigh. Then, he positioned it, right where a woman needs a man’s cock. Ready for entry.
“I’ll always surprise you, Peyton. Now, I want you to open up for me.” His fingers spread her pussy lips, his mouth captured her mouth and his cock pressed tighter against her entrance, the latex covered mushroom head followed his fingers into her tight walls. He moved his hand, and the tip parted her folds.
“Peyton…”
“Go ahead. Please…” She trembled as she urged him. She cried, tears drifting across her cheeks because there was more to this, at least for her, and she feared it.
“Look in my eyes, Peyton.” He didn’t move into her. He waited. “Watch me.”
She thought she said okay but she blinked. Heaven help her she blinked on impact as his cock tore through her walls with a bolt of pleasure rocking her through the pain. She wrapped her legs around his waist and held him there.
“Kane, you have to…it hurts too bad and so good at…the same time.” She tightened her bottom, arched against him and captured all of him. “Don’t hold back, let me have it all,” she whispered into his skin, her cheeks now damp with tears.
“Not too fast, baby. Relax.” He brushed his knuckles over her cheek and kissed her forehead. “Take me slow, baby. Take me nice and slow.”
“I want to feel you,” she purred as her neck strained away from the pillow, and she stared down at the evidence of not what she lost, but what she so willingly gave. The size of his shaft disappeared into her body with a slow grind, an even awareness, and a beautiful claiming. “I want it intense, Kane. I need it…”
“Damn it, no!” He didn’t want her to ask for it but oh how he wanted to give it to her hard and fast. His thighs bunched, he tried to hold back. She saw it in the way he stared at her. He bit his lower lip. “Hold still, baby. I’m going to come, if you don’t…hold still.”
She clawed at his chest. Every nerve ending she owned convulsed against his cock, and she gripped his shoulders, almost pinching him as she held him. “That’s the point, Kane…that’s the whole entire…”
Her thighs parted only more, and she balanced herself against his body, holding his forearms one minute and clinging to his shoulders the next. The whole time, her legs worked in a slow butterfly fashion, spreading open for him before squeezing him tighter by closing around him with her inner thighs.
“Come for me, Peyton…let me watch your expression as you come.” He pinched her nipples before he reached between their bodies, touched her clit, stroked it with his thumb and carried them over the edge.
“No! You can’t! Not…yet. Oh Kane…” She shook her head and tried to hang on for the longest ride of pure ecstasy as he fucked her right into an earth-shattering experience. He took her on an intimate journey with one goal, one purpose; a true body to body understanding.
He wanted her to realize, she now belonged to him and she did. In every way that mattered she was Kane Cartwell’s lover. She’d carry his brand, a collar, anything he wanted her to wear just to prove it. Right then and there, she belonged only to him.
How did he forgive himself? How would he ever explain to his brothers what he’d done to her? Would they take one look at them and know what took place? He shook his head. No, he wasn’t going to tell them. It had to remain their secret.
He glared in the mirror and didn’t recognize himself. He gripped the porcelain sink, looked down at the water in the basin as it covered the toy he’d chosen just for her. “Damn it.” He looked back up at his reflection and shuddered against what he saw this time. The cold, hard image he often saw no longer existed. His eyes were softer, not as cold, even the dark circles under them faded away into the night.
He knew a man changed when he fell in love but the physical transformations left him stumped. He studied his face, the one he saw every morning and every night staring back at him. Was he in love? Did he love Peyton Storm?
He shook his head, twirled the plug around in the cool water as he cleaned it. He dried it on a nearby towel and glanced up again. The least he could do was look himself in the eye, but even a simple task proved difficult.
He needed to feel ashamed. Maybe he did a little, but not enough.
Would his brothers take one look and see the difference in him? He saw it in himself and earlier while he’d watched her sleep next to him, he noticed it in her. God help him, he witnessed what changes he made in Peyton. After what they’d shared, would things remain the same between them?
He grabbed a washcloth from under the sink, and his hand grazed the leather satchel. He froze with a newfound decision, and his dick throbbed, ached for more. Did he clean up and get them the hell out of here or did he make another bold move and bring out yet another toy?
No, he shook his head. She needed to rest. He needed to let her sleep. He leaned up against the wall and stroked his cock, closed his eyes and imagined Peyton lying there on the futon bed. Her blush skin showing off the signs of recent sex, and her nipples round and ready, spiked hard in the cool air, waiting for another one of his kisses.
Did he love Peyton Storm?
He tugged harder as he fisted his cock and thought about the way she looked at him when he was in between her legs, tasting her sweet pussy as she pressed down on the top of his head. Oh God, and how she’d liked it most when he spanked her. The juices spilling into his hand as he caressed her, fingered her.
Did he love Peyton Storm?
He stretched her so wide when he entered her. He was scared too death he might tear her skin as he broke through the barriers and took what he wanted, at any cost. Was it one with a price too high to pay? Would she later just walk away?
He closed his eyes and moaned as he got off in his hand. Peyton. Oh beautiful Peyton. Young and pure, and all his. “Peyton…” His cum ran over his belly, the sticky spill clinging to his knuckles, and damn it all, he squeezed his hand tighter and tighter, wrapping, tugging, pulling for freedom, for more, for so much more. Something he’d only find in Peyton’s arms.
“God yes, I love her.” He collapsed against the bathroom wall and jerked when he felt her hand replace his.
She didn’t make out the words but she most certainly understood the actions. She slumped down next to him and slowly reached for his long, sticky shaft. She stared down at the flared mushroom head.
“If I didn’t satisfy you, all you had to do was come back to bed,” she whispered.
He watched her pump him, his dark eyes softer than she’d ever seen them before. He didn’t speak, only stared at her hand.
“Kane, I need this. I need whatever it is you want me to have. All of it.”
“You can’t handle the person I want to be with you, Peyton.”
“Try me,” she dared.
“Not now, maybe one day but not tonight. It’s too soon, and I don’t want to hurt you. I’d never hurt you, Peyton. You know it, right?”
“I know, Kane.”
His incredibly thick cock felt warm in her hand and soon she had new ideas, lots of dirty notions. She leaned over the bathtub and worked to find some water pressure.
“You didn’t pay attention when I tried to teach you how to work the faucet,” he said with a wicked grin.
“I was too busy checking out your backside. It’s hard to give a flip about water when a man’s fine ass is bent over the tub.”
He stroked her hip and then pushed her aside. “Let me get it.”
A few minutes later they were standing in the shower. He washed her like he thought she didn’t have the first inclination to do it herself.
His hands were rough and smooth at the same time. The calluses on them reminded her of the hard working man she had lathering her up while his gentle touch emphasized how much he cared for her. He handled her like fine china. Heaven help her, he cared too much, maybe. She had the potential to break a man like Kane Cartwell.
For a second, she thought back to the dreams she’d had. Their mother visited her in her dreams and asked her to choose, begged her to make a choice, and then left her to her own devices to do it.
For some time now, she’d known. She’d never walk away from Kane. If he was a package deal with his brothers then all the better but Kane wasn’t someone she’d leave behind. She closed her eyes and let him run the washcloth back and forth over her mound.
“Spread your legs,” he said.
“I can wash myself,” she said suddenly embarrassed when she realized he wanted to wash her pussy.
“You’re not going to. I need to do this.”
A wicked twinge of curiosity bit at her gut. She turned around to face him. If he was going to bathe her twat, she wanted to watch.
His lips quirked into a smile, and he moved the bar of soap back and forth over the cloth. He bent his head down and parted her lips with a soul stealing kiss, while his hand began to massage her pussy with the cloth, working back and forth around her swollen folds. When he finished kissing her, the washcloth dropped, and she looked down at the hard-on pressuring her for attention.
“Are you always so hard after sex?”
“No.”
“Are you horny or…”
“Honey, if I’m hard, I’m horny.”
She dropped to her knees and gripped his thighs. “Then I want to do something to take care of your problem.”