Busted (2 page)

Cole had done his best to be discreet about his lifestyle,
but since celibacy wasn’t an option any more than vanilla sex was, he had to
bite the bullet and ask out a few of the local girls to take the edge the off.
Most were intrigued at first, but none embraced the lifestyle the way he hoped they
would.

Finding a date when he lived in a big city was easy, but in a
small town like Brant, he felt like a freak because it took more than a hint of
cleavage to turn him on. He’d made a few good friends since coming to town, but
none of them seemed to understand his need to dominate women sexually. He
wasn’t entirely sure he understood it himself, but he did know he tried
normal
,
and it did nothing for him.

When he saw her come out, discreetly looking both ways for
any sign of him, his heart damn near stopped. In spite of what her girlfriends
undoubtedly told her about him, she was still interested. He flashed his lights
to let her know where she could find him and he watched her climb into the
driver’s seat of a late-model Honda. He eased his big truck out of the lot and
waited at the stop sign for her to follow him.

He knew nothing about her, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to
know. If she was a local, he didn’t want the complication of worrying about
whether she would expect to see him again. He had a daughter to raise and a
ranch to run. That didn’t leave a lot of time for a lady in his life.

Thankfully his little girl was having a sleepover with her
nana tonight, which gave him a chance to entertain the lovely blonde in his rear-view
mirror. She was gorgeous with shoulder length hair, bright blue eyes, and a
tight little body he couldn’t wait to explore. He meant what he said, he
wouldn’t push her
too
far out of her comfort zone, but he sure as hell
hoped she was the adventurous type, because he looked forward to christening
his playroom.

Miles slipped past as they made their way out to his ranch,
the reason he’d made the move out here. His parents divorced when he was young
and his older brother stayed here in Brant with his mama, while he moved to
Texas with his old man. Booze claimed his father right around the time his
mother inherited a ranch she was getting too old to run by herself. The
decision seemed simple. His mother needed him, his little girl needed a woman
in her life, and he needed a fresh start after his wife got behind the wheel
after having a few too many shots with her girlfriends and wrapped her car
around a tree.

“Shit,” he muttered, turning his signal on and pulling over
to the side of the dirt road. He jumped out, but left the truck running as he
walked back to her car.

She rolled her window down and looked up at him. “Is there a
problem?”

Yeah, the way his gut clenched when she looked up at him
with those wide, trusting eyes. “I should’ve asked you this before. You okay to
drive?”

She laughed. “Of course I am.”

“I saw you drinkin’ with your friends.” He braced his hand
on the hood of her car and leaned in. “How many did you have?”

“I don’t know.” She shrugged. “Not more than two.”

He scowled. “You shouldn’t be drinkin’ and drivin’, period.”

“Oh, lighten up…”

Cole knew she was waiting for him to supply his name. He
figured exchanging first names was harmless. In fact, he kind of looked forward
to hearing his name on her lips as he plunged into her the first time. “Cole.”

She smiled. “Cole. I like that.” She stuck her hand out the
window. “Charlene.”

He chuckled as he took her hand in both of his. “You’re just
about the sweetest little thang I’ve come across in a long, long time,
darlin’.” He tipped his cowboy hat back. “My ranch isn’t far from here. You
sure you’re gonna be okay to drive? There’s lots of wildlife roamin’ around
these parts at night. I wouldn’t want ya to get caught off guard, especially
since you’ve had a few—”

“Two, I had two. If that. Besides, I grew up around here.
You don’t need to worry about me, cowboy. I can handle myself just fine.”

“Okay, don’t say I didn’t warn ya.” He walked back toward
his truck, but he couldn’t resist a glimpse over his shoulder. She was shaking
her head and laughing. At him. Damn her. But it still made him smile.

He got back in his truck, cranked the country tunes, and
made his way down the familiar road, checking on the little red car in his rear-view
mirror constantly. Damn, she was a cute little thing. Probably too innocent for
what he had in mind, but he still looked forward to spending the night with
her. He knew she’d have to go back home, wherever the hell that was, come
morning, but half a dozen hours should be just enough to show her a good time.
He’d pay for it come morning when he had to get up for work, but it’d be worth
it.

Charlene followed him up the long and winding road to the
main house and waited for him to cut his engine before she climbed out of her
car. She stood with her hands on her hips, looking up at the big, burgundy
ranch house with the wrap-around porch. “Hey, this is the Braxton place. My
mama is real good friends with Ruth Braxton.” She tipped her head back to look
at him. “You wouldn’t be her younger son, would you?”

So much for anonymity. What did he expect? This was Brant
County, after all. “Yeah, I am.”

“I knew your brother growin’ up, though he was quite a bit
older than me. But I think you left town before I was even born. You didn’t come
back much, did you?”

“No, I was pretty busy helpin’ my old man out.”

“It’s so pretty out here, even at night.” She smiled.
“Listen to that, you can hear the crickets. That’s what I’ve missed about
living out in the country.”

He knew he shouldn’t ask, but he did. “Where you livin’
now?”

“Dallas.”

“Huh, not too far from my old stompin’ grounds.”

“So you—”

He grabbed her, pinned her up against his truck, and kissed
her the way he’d wanted to since he saw her pretending not to fixate on his ass
while he leaned over the bar. He had a good imagination, but nothing could have
prepared him for that first kiss.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, knocked his cowboy
hat to the ground, and threaded her fingers through his hair as her tongue
toyed with his in an erotic dance that had him hard in seconds flat. “Sweet
Jesus, girl,” he muttered. “Where the hell’d you learn to kiss like that?”

Charlene licked her puffy lips before smirking at him. “Lots
of practice.”

That shouldn’t piss him off, but it did. “Oh yeah? You got a
boyfriend stowed away up there in Dallas?”

“Would it matter if I did?”

Yes. No. It shouldn’t, but suddenly, it did. “I don’t mess
with another man’s woman, darlin’.”

She slid her legs down until her feet hit the crowd. “I
thought we weren’t gonna talk about… you know… stuff like that. You said you
wanted this to be kind of anonymous. That means you don’t get to ask whether I
have a boyfriend or husband waitin’ on me at home.”

He grabbed her left hand and held it up so he could see it
under the glare of the porch light. It was bare, but he couldn’t tell if there
was a tan line. “I’ll ask again, you got a man waitin’ on you to come home?”

“None of your business.” She pulled her hand away and
crossed her arms.

“Like hell it isn’t. You either tell me right now or we’re
not takin’ this any further. You got me?”

“Fine.” She walked back toward her car and raised her hand.
“See ya.”

Damn her. She was really planning on leaving him high and
dry. “Would you just answer the goddamn question?”

“No, okay? No husband. No boyfriend. No lover. You happy
now?”

Those few words made him happier than he’d been in a long
time because he knew he couldn’t let her
practice
with him and go home
to share what she learned with her real man. The thought made him sick. “Yeah,
I’m real fuckin’ happy.” He moved in on her, enjoying the flicker of
uncertainty he saw pass her face. A few well-placed smacks to that sweet round
ass once he got her inside would show her what happened when she chose to bait
him.

She backed into her car. “Uh, maybe this wasn’t such a good
idea.”

No way in hell was he letting her get away from him that
easily. “Or maybe I just need to remind you what started this little
disagreement in the first place.” He dipped his head at the same time he
plunged his hands into her long, thick hair. His tongue thrust in and out of
her mouth, tempting and teasing her as she silently pleaded for more. By the
time he pulled away, her eyes were glazed, she struggled for breath, and gripped
his shoulders as though she depended on him to keep her from sliding to the
ground.

“Now, if you promise to be a good girl, I’ll take you inside
and…” He let his eyes linger on her full, round breasts before falling to her
flat stomach and nicely rounded hips. “Show you around.” He couldn’t wait to
take her to his playroom. He knew she’d probably never even seen most of the
toys in there, but he would take pleasure in demonstrating. His cock strained
against his zipper just thinking about it.

He spun her around, hoisting her up just enough to allow her
to feel what she was doing to him. “You still wanna play, baby?”

Her nod was barely perceptible, but it was the only
encouragement he needed to yank on the fasteners running the length of her
shirt, baring her soft skin to the warm, summer breeze.

She gasped as she reached for the front of her shirt.

“No way, baby,” he said, fastening both of her hands behind
her back with one of his. “If this is gonna work, I’m in charge. I need to know
you trust me enough to let me strip you down out here.”

He knew his suggestion would seem outrageous, but if she
agreed, he intended to reward her with oral stimulation that would blow her
mind.

“You can’t be serious.”

He used his free hand to reach up her short denim skirt. No
panties. He was one lucky man. “Damn it,” he whispered, nibbling on the back of
her neck as he slid a finger into her tight core. “That is hotter than hell,
baby.”

She moaned as she rotated her hips. “More.”

Cole chuckled as he slid another finger into her. The erotic
scent of her arousal made concentrating difficult as he swirled the pad of his
thumb over her clit. If he had his way, he’d take her right here, bent over the
trunk of her car.

“You on the pill?” he asked, releasing her hands to undo his
zipper.

“Yes, but…” She tried to look over her shoulder. “You can’t
be serious. You want to do it right here?”

“Yeah, you got a problem with that?” Tonight was about
pushing her so far out of her comfort zone she wouldn’t ever want to go back to
vanilla sex. “You trust me?” He was referring to going bareback, but he knew it
went beyond that. He wanted her to trust him to take her places she’d never
been before.

“Yes.” She arched her back as she leaned over the trunk of
her car, exposing herself to him.

“Sweet Jesus,” he muttered, flipping her little skirt up. “This
is too good to be true.”

“Fuck me already,” she muttered, trying to press her ass
into his cock.

His hand came down hard on her ass, making her scream. The
sound made him even harder, if that was possible. He forced himself to wait a
few seconds for her to object to his heavy-handed approach before he subjected
her to another well placed blow that left her creamy white bottom an enticing
shade of soft pink. “I love seein’ my big hand-print on that sweet little ass,
darlin’. Brandin’ you…” He squeezed his eyes shut as his thoughts started to
drift to marking her, claiming her, making her his submissive. The rational
part of his brain told him this was nothing more than a few hours of fun
intended to take the edge off, but her willingness to experiment told him that
she would be the ideal sub.

“Oh God,” she whispered, rubbing her nipples against the
warm metal.

“You like that, don’t ya, baby?” he hissed, leaning over her
as his hard shaft found its target. “Fuck,” he groaned, tipping her hips up so
he could sink in even deeper. She was tighter than he expected and that hot
sheath seemed intent on making him lose what was left of his mind.

“Yes, oh…” She was reaching across the trunk, obviously
looking for an anchor as he pounded into her relentlessly. “Cole…”

The sound of his name on her lips took him closer to the
edge of sanity as he tore her shirt off and used it to bind her hands behind
her back. He forced her to lean back so he could pinch her taut nipples as he
pounded her so hard the little voice of reason in the back of his head warned
him to slow down before he hurt her. “You okay, baby?”

“Yes, oh God, faster… harder… Oh God, Cole, please, you’re
gonna make me come.”

Faster? Harder? Was she serious? Had he died and gone to
Heaven or had he just met the woman who could take everything he had to give
and beg for
more?
“I hope you know what you’re askin’ for, darlin’.” He
sunk his hands into her rounded hips and growled as she raised her ass,
silently begging him for more. He let loose with the pent-up frustration born
of spending years with the wrong lovers. But everything about this woman felt
right from the way her tight pussy gripped his cock to the weight of her round
tits filling his big hands.

“Yessss…”

“Let go,” he ordered, digging his hands into her hair so he
could pull her head back to see the look of ecstasy on her beautiful face as he
made her come. “No one can hear you out here. I want to hear you scream for
me.”

When she hesitated, he slapped her ass again, hard enough to
make her whimper.

“You like that, don’t you?” He dipped a hand between her
legs, intent on zeroing in on her clit. She was dripping wet and he was quickly
losing control. “Let me get this skirt off.” He pulled out just long enough to
push the tight denim down her legs. He left it around her feet, effectively
binding her, before sinking back into his fantasy.