Boot Scootin' Booty Call (3 page)

“Look at that. Such a pretty pussy. Arms over your head, Kayla,” Jack commanded, running his fingertips under her bindings, checking to make sure she had breathing room. “Good girl,” he told her when she stretched out sending her now sticky, decorated breasts into the air.

He sent his fingers over her plump bare lips then buried them deep inside her only to withdraw, spreading her own moisture over her. Flitting along her like the wings of a butterfly, Jack settled over her clit, drawing a tight circle. Kayla’s insides coiled and throbbed, reaching for what seemed at that moment unattainable. Jack had her reeling to the point she wasn’t sure she could come if she willed herself. He pulled away from her and as he skittered sharp bites over the insides of her thighs, he traced her lips with the fingers he’d just been tending her pussy with. Hungrily, Kayla licked them and then took them in her mouth, sucking the muskiness there. Before she was finished tasting herself, he took his hand away and sent it back between her legs, driving two fingers inside her and sliding around her clit with his thumb. Her breath came in short gasps as he increased the pace of his fingers and a scream erupted from her mingling with the sound of the wind rushing through the tree hovering over them. She strained her hips against her restraints needing him to take her over the edge. A delicious heat shot out from her belly and her senses spiraled as she fell away from what was real and floated into the space between the earth and the sky. Wave after wave of contractions shot out of her as he slowed, allowing her to softly come back from her completion.

Before she’d stopped pulsing, a cool piece of leather skated down the insides of her thighs and across her clit before coming down in a quick tap. Damn the man, he had a pussy flogger in that bag. Before the shock wore off, Jack sucked her assaulted clit between his lips and gave it a long hard tug then backed off, licked her, blew a cool breath over her tortured bud then swatted it a bit harder. A whimper flew out of Kayla just as Jack planted a few quick swats to the inside of each of her thighs. Jack continued in a pattern of strikes between her legs and pussy, the intensity and frequency varying with each series. At some point the pain turned into pure burning pleasure and the world around Kayla ceased to exist. Floating outside herself, the sound of the leather strips making contact with her skin seemed far away. Just when she thought Jack would let her fall over the edge of oblivion, he stopped and ran his hand up her stomach, stopping over her heart.

“Kayla, you with me, sugar? Give me your left arm,” he told her.

Left arm.
Kayla raised her right one before realizing that was wrong and placed her left one out for him to grasp. He ran his thumb over her wrist then put his fingers in her palm and squeezed her hand.
Squeeze back, I’m okay. Feel so good.
After a few moments it registered that she needed to squeeze back.

“Good girl.” Jack placed her hand across her belly. It was useless at the moment anyway.

Jack ran the head of his cock over her and with one single, powerful thrust drove into her, stoking the fire that ran through her.

“Woman, you feel so good,” he said over clenched teeth.

He drove himself as far as he could go, then pulled back slowly until he was barely seated in her, then thrust hard and fast again. With a need greater than Kayla fully understood, she tried to push back against him, urging him to take her faster. She moaned at the sensation of him filling her completely and hissed when he ran his hands over down the backs of her, thighs stopping at the crease between her hip and leg, pulling her up off the truck bed. The next time he sank into her, Jack bumped Kayla’s cervix. Again and again they met until a kaleidoscope of color ran through her minds eye.

Sweat trickled down her belly and ran down her sides as Jack tightened and pulsed within her. Together they found the most delicious pleasure she’d ever known. With one final thrust, he fell across her, planting a palm on either side of her.

Someone laughed. Kayla was sure of it. Was that a whistle?

“Jack’s at it again,” a voice floated somewhere in the distance.

Yes he is. So good at it.

After what seemed like forever, Jack rose up and pulled out of her. He unbuckled the thigh straps holding her down then helped her scoot back. He sat beside her on the tailgate then scooped her up and pulled her into his lap. Tenderly he removed the clamps sending blood rushing back into Kayla’s nipples, but what should have been pain was depleted of hurt and mingled with the numbness of her mind. One quick tug on the blanket and he wrapped it around her. Kayla curled up in his arms and rested her head on his shoulder. All she really wanted to do was rest. Jack stroked her hair and cheek for what seemed like forever and just when she thought she’d dozed off, Kayla’s thighs and pussy came to life and a searing ache settled there. She stirred trying to get comfortable.

“There you are,” Jack murmured. “You okay?”

Kayla nodded, clinging to him.

“Where did you park, Kayla?” Jack asked her, easing her off his lap.

“Around back,” she answered, letting him help her to the ground. The tiny pea gravel poked her feet and she looked around for her boots. Before she could locate them, Jack slammed the gate shut and lifted her in his arms. “What are you doing?”

“Taking you home. I can come back for the truck tomorrow morning. You don’t need to be driving.”

*****

“Good morning, Kayla,” Jack whispered.

“Good morning, Jack.” Kayla turned her head and smiled at the man she never got tired of waking up with.

“Sleep well?” Jack’s hand found her breast and kneaded the tender flesh he’d abraded with nipple clamps just hours prior.

“I did. Are you going to the office today?”

“I’d rather stay home and fuck the secretary.” Jack flipped her on her back and found his way between her legs. “Open up.”

“Yes, Sir,” Kayla feigned obedience, spreading wide and allowing Jack to glide inside her. The man could make vanilla love as well as he could be kinky and this was how she wanted their date to end.

“Not Sir,” Jack told her, rocking over her slowly. “Husband.”

“I love you, husband.”

“I love you, too, wife.”

The End

About the Author

Lila Munro is a writer of contemporary romance currently residing on the coast of North Carolina. She is a military wife and takes much of her inspiration for her heroes from the marines she’s lived around for the past fourteen years. Coining the term realmantica, she strives to produce quality romance in a realistic setting. When she’s not writing, she enjoys reading everything she can get her hands on, trips to the museum and aquarium, taking field research trips, and soaking up the sun on the nearby beaches. Her previous works include
The Executive Officer’s Wife, Bound By Trust, and Destiny’s Fire.
Anthology work includes a piece in
All I Want for Christmas is Redemption.
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Said Wendy from Happily Ever After Reviews about Bound By Trust:

Let me say, I loved the book and I fell in love with the characters. Their story is so realistic
I felt as if they were my friends. Through all the hardships, Rafe is a man who Madi
learned to depend on and love again. He made her feel like a woman cherished while
teaching her what she craves is right in his arms. Theirs is a true love story with their
share of disagreements and trials. The story had me from the first paragraph and is a
must read if you want a real man falling in love with a real woman. 5 Teacups.