Acres, Natalie - Cowboy Boots and Unsettled Debts [Cowboy Boots 3] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever) (11 page)

“We have some luggage,” Abby said, traipsing by him.

Casey hurriedly followed her, noticing Juraz remained near the house, studying the woods at the edge of the front lawn. Once the trunk of the vehicle was open, Abby dropped her voice. “Juraz doesn’t want Porter around.”

“I figured that,” Casey said. “He’s an obsessive prick already, huh?”

“Yeah,” she replied, grabbing a suitcase and slinging it to the ground. “I’ve already had enough of this Domination-submission business. For the life of me, I don’t know why a woman would submit to that.”

“Not all Doms are like Juraz, Abby,” Casey said gently.

“How the hell would you know?” she asked, looking him up and down.

Casey took a deep breath. He started to explain, but sometimes it was better to show rather than tell. He studied her with a hard gaze and then looked away after an inner debate steered him another direction. Yes, he would keep his secrets. Abby had enough on her mind without thinking about him and all the ways he could please her.

He laughed at that.

“Do you think this is funny?” Abby asked, slamming the trunk.

“No,” Casey replied. “I just thought of something. That’s all.”

“What?” she asked, dragging her luggage by cloth handles and leather hoops.

“I can’t tell ya.”

“Why not?”

He stopped walking and said, “Because then I’d have to kiss ya.”

She gulped.

“And, Abby, just so you know? I’m interested in a little more than kissing.”

* * * *

Abby showed Juraz around. Brantley succeeded at making the place look like her home. With frilly curtains, framed photographs, and little music boxes scattered about, he accomplished a lot in a short period of time.

Juraz dropped off his luggage in the master suite. Then he waved her away. “I need to take a shower. Do me a favor, sub, and see if you can’t whip up something light for an early dinner.”

“Yes, Master,” she’d said, strolling down the hall and passing an amused Casey, who immediately followed her to the kitchen.

“This ought to be interesting,” he whispered, leaning over the short bar in the center of the kitchen. “Do you even know how to cook?”

“I can do a lot of things you don’t know about. I’m full of surprises.”

“As an example?”

She returned to the bottom of the steps, bent an ear, and once she was satisfied the shower water was running, marched back, threw her leg over a chair, and hiked up her short skirt. “See there?” she asked, grinning. “Bet you didn’t know I had that locked in my twat, now did ya?”

She’d love to share the hilarious details behind the runaway dildo, but she’d save the storytelling for a rainy day. She was still greatly disappointed that the copilot had returned the object.

“Holy hell,” Casey said, glaring at her pussy.

She tilted her head and bit down on her forefinger. “I’m being…let’s see, how did Juraz put it?”

“Put it? Looks like he stuffed the damn thing,” Casey said, his mouth clearly moist. “Here, let me take a closer look.”

Before she could stop him, Casey dropped to the floor and pressed his lips against her bare mound, placing light pecks here and there.

“Stop,” she choked out, trying to wiggle her dress down over her hips. “This is a bad idea.” Then again, Casey had been on her mind.

After Juraz retrieved the runaway dildo from the cockpit, she’d returned to the restroom to cleanse the toy. As she’d reinserted the tip, she’d thought of Casey, the way he’d looked at her when he first spotted her at Juraz’s Chicago club. He’d been so cute about her, blushing the moment he saw her strut across the floor.

“Uh-huh, baby. Eating your pussy is the best idea I’ve had in years.” Casey grabbed her buttocks and thrust her toward him. His lips locked over her clit before she had a chance to issue a much-weaker protest, something she was certain would come out as a plea for more rather than a request for less.

Casey pressed his tongue against her hard button and flicked her clit. “Hmm, Abby. You sure taste like a woman who’s all worked up.”

“Stop, damn it,” she said, pushing his head away.

Casey came right back. He slapped her hand away and grabbed the dildo, wiggling the toy higher as he licked her clit one more time.

“You have to,” she rasped, unable to give him another good shove as her knees buckled and her body threatened to collapse.

His mouth was damning. His hands were pure sin. He thrust the toy in and out of her pussy as he sipped at the juices spilling from her cunt.

A bolt of arousal jarred her as she gripped the table behind her. Casey lifted her to him then, forcing her ass to the flat surface as he spread her with his elbows and made himself right at home.

“Casey, you can’t do this.”

“The hell I can’t,” he said, yanking the dildo completely free. As the device fell to the floor, his mouth replaced where the toy had once been. He barricaded his tongue inside her and just went to town like he had business to conduct and an important purchase he was destined to make.

Chapter Nine

“What the bloody hell do you think you’re doing?” Brantley asked, rushing them. He grabbed hold of Casey’s shoulders and pulled him away from her. But Ace noticed something. He may have been in a rush to get Casey away from Abby’s hot little pussy, but he sure took the time to gape at what he’d left there on the table.

Abby immediately pulled herself together. She hopped away from the elevated perch and tugged her skirt over those shapely hips in the process. Her eyes met his almost immediately.

“That’s all right, sugar,” Ace said in a guttural voice. “You know who got ya all worked up.”

“This is not funny, Ace,” Brantley snapped, turning to address Casey. “Where’s Juraz?”

“He’s in the shower,” Casey told him, licking his lips.

Damn, if Ace wasn’t jealous of those lips. Casey was a nice guy, but hell, nice guys should’ve definitely finished last in this case. Instead, he’d gotten in between Abby’s legs before the rest of them.

Ace had a good reason to envy his fellow operative, at least for a second. Abby’s juices still lingered on Casey’s mouth.

He grunted at the thought. All eyes fell upon him.

“What’s wrong, Ace?” Casey taunted him, snickering.

“Don’t make me kiss ya just to see what she tastes like,” he said, twitching his nose in an effort to ward off a smile.

“Yeah, I see your hard ass kissing his lips,” Fowler teased.

“You,” Brantley said, pointing at Fowler. “Get up there and stall Juraz.” Fowler hurried off to follow orders.

Brantley cleared his throat. “Abby, this is unacceptable.”

She didn’t apologize. She didn’t explain. Ace would’ve been disappointed if she’d started stuttering and stammering.

“What do you have to say for yourself?”

“Psht! Are you kidding me?”

When she refused to provide an explanation, Brantley growled. “Go in the bathroom and freshen up. Sweat beads are pouring off your brow.”

“She’s worked up,” Casey announced proudly.

“Yes, I can see that,” Brantley snipped. “And you…”

Ace rubbed his jaw. “Don’t start with me. I’m not the stud you caught sniffing around the mare.”

Casey and Porter laughed.

“Guys, we need to keep the testosterone level down here. Abby will end up injured or dead if we don’t,” Brantley said.

Ace couldn’t agree more. Hell, every cock in the room was rigid. He wouldn’t have noticed if there hadn’t been such an obvious effort by all as each man situated his junk in the front.

Regardless of the danger looming, Ace almost followed his daring vixen to the bathroom. It wouldn’t have taken him longer than a minute to spank her sweet ass for making him so horny.

“What the hell were you thinking?” Brantley asked, stalking Casey.

“She showed off the goods, but tried not to sell,” Casey explained, taking the blame like a man should. “I really didn’t give her better options.”

“I didn’t see her protesting,” Brantley pointed out. “When I walked in, her hand was on top of your head and she was humping against your mouth. What the hell was that?”

Casey rolled his tongue over his bottom lip. “Delicious.”

“Fuck you, Casey,” Brantley said, his nose twitching.

“Come on, Brantley,” Ace said. “Give the guy a break.”

“Yeah, Brantley. Work with me here. Put yourself in my place. Abby hiked up her skirt and that dildo was visible between glistening folds. All I could think about was how sensational she’d taste.”

Brantley snarled.

“Did she?” Ace asked curiously.

“Did she what?” Casey asked, already losing his train of thought.

“Was she as appetizing as you’d hoped?” Ace asked, taunting Brantley more than prying. Hell, he didn’t care about Casey’s reply. He planned to sip on her sweet cunt the first time he found an opportunity, too.

“Shh,” Abby said, reentering the kitchen and pointing toward the stairs. “Juraz thinks Casey is my brother.”

“What?” Brantley and Porter asked, raising their voices in unison.

“He caught me coming out of the house,” Casey explained. “I had to think of something.”

Ace crossed his arms and leaned against the wall. “Mighty damn convenient if you ask me.”

Casey waggled his brows. “I know, right?”

Son of a bitch. The little shit planned to get in there first. And he might have the opportunity if he and Abby were sharing the same roof.

“Please,” Abby said, propelling her arm and pointing toward those steps again. “He’s taken with me, or at least, I think he is. Let’s not fuck this up.”

Ace pinched his nose, smirking regardless of trying to hide it. “Speaking of which, how soon can you shake the bastard?”

“Why?” Abby asked, cocking her hip and resting her palm in the small of her waist.

“If somebody doesn’t bend you over and make you holler soon, you’re bound to fuck this up all on your own.”

“Are you volunteering?”

“Honey, I’ve already heard you scream my name.” Ace walked toward her. His stride was slow and easy. He caressed her cheek and stared into those soft blue eyes. “You didn’t disconnect the call when you started enjoying yourself.”

“Oh my God, that reminds me,” Abby said, pushing him toward the door. “You have to go.”

“Why?”

“Because, you have to get out of here.” She dropped her voice and quickly added, “Juraz heard me call your name. Go on. Get out of here.”

Ace started to mention a name-change for the duration of the mission but as he backed out of the house, he decided that wouldn’t work for him. There was only one name he wanted falling from Abby’s lips when the time came for him to take her to bed.

The screen door slammed behind him. He stared through the webbed window and winked. “One of us will soon need a rain check.”

Abby ran splayed fingers through her hair. “If I need assistance again, I’ll give you a call.”

* * * *

Fowler felt like he was in a horror movie. He paced the dimly lit hallway. Minutes before, he’d heard Juraz leave the bathroom and enter the bedroom. He didn’t want to alarm him, so he kept pacing, making plenty of noise as he stomped across the floor runner.

He wasn’t good at this sort of thing. He didn’t like to fly by the seat of his pants. He was a sharpshooter for a reason. He could find his position perched on a rooftop and wait. No interruptions. No small talk.

Then, when he took his shot, he felt no remorse. He hadn’t shaken hands with the bastard. He didn’t know anything about the person except that his mark was the bad guy and he was one of the good fellows.

Then again, he could do this job without missing a beat. He reminded himself of the differences in this mission and those in the past.

Juraz Mendete had killed in cold blood. He’d murdered their leader. He’d taken away Abby’s family. Hell yeah, he could shake this bastard’s hand and pull the trigger without hesitation.

“Fowler!” Brantley rasped, barely above a whisper. “Get down here!”

He didn’t have to tell him twice. He barreled down the stairs, passed Abby along the way, and rushed the door.

“Let’s get out of here,” Brantley said, pushing him toward the kitchen.

“Where’s Ace?”

“Gone,” Brantley replied.

“How about Casey?”

“Staying.”

“And Porter?”

“Barn.”

“What’s wrong with you?” Fowler asked as soon as the late-afternoon air hit them in the face.

Brantley motioned for him to follow him. “Stay down. I don’t want Juraz to see us if he looks out the bedroom window.”

Fowler followed orders. “You didn’t answer my question.”

“I’m in a mood. I’ve been this way since this assignment started. And then…”

“Casey getting a hold of her first is hard to swallow.”