Green Broke Woman (14 page)

“You're so soft and warm down here,
darlin
',” he whispered with a gentle brush of his fingers
down her cheek.

“You shouldn't touch me. I could have—”

“The results were negative.”

“What about the first test?”

“
Shh
. It was
obviously a mistake. Even if you did have it, I'd still take you.”

Her eyes bugged out, and her jaw dropped.
“You're insane. What if you got it?”

He shrugged. “I'd wear a condom.”

“What if it broke?”

His blue eyes softened as he played with her
wet folds. “Then I wouldn't have to live without you, would I?”

Her eyes stung, and she lowered them,
fighting back tears of emotion. Damn, he was getting through to her. “You'd
risk your life just for sex?”

He shook his head and gently rolled her
sensitive clit. “Not for sex, for you. I wouldn't be crazy enough to screw
somebody that had a disease, but if it's you then it's irrelevant to me what
you have. Dying with you is better than living without you.”

The floodgates opened, and she couldn't stop
them. “That's so sweet, but you don't deserve to die.”

He angled her chin. “Neither one of us is
gonna
die. You think I'm
gonna
let my brothers outlive me?”

She gave him a weak smile, gasping in rapture
when his head lowered and he drew a taut nipple into his mouth. His skill did him
proud. Knowing that he did this out of love as much as he did lust gave her
feelings she'd forgotten existed. His balmy tongue mimicked hummingbird wings
against the pointed nub before lavishing the same erotic attention on its twin.

He eased to his knees, kissing a steady trail
of seduction down her slick belly as he made his way to her damp forbidden
flesh. Oh God. She would crack for sure if he put his mouth on her. He split
her labia and examined her moisture-coated slit with a satisfied smile before
sticking his head between her thighs.

It's just Travis. No big deal.

She felt numb with oral sex, but not with the
rest of the touching he'd given her. Kayla watched his head move as he sucked
her cunt, making slurping noises that awoke unpleasant memories.

It's just Travis, dummy. Calm
down. You can
frigging
see him, for crying out loud.

But the memories fought to claw their way to
the forefront of her mind even as she battled to keep them out. When she heard
a predatory growl rumble deep in his chest, she felt her eyes burn, recalling
the war of numbness and nausea in her past. His finger slowly penetrated her
vagina while he licked her tingly clitoris. She still felt something at least,
but it was too much, too familiar.

She burst into tears, fighting the wave of
hysteria. “Stop, I can't! Please don't suck on me!”

Travis's head snapped up. He looked worried
and possibly angry.

“I'm sorry,” she sobbed. “I tried to ignore
it, but I don't want to remember. Please don't make me remember.”

She buried her face in her palm, humiliated
that she'd just removed all doubt from his mind.

He stood and put his hands on her arms. “Damn
it, I knew it. Don't
lie
to me, girl. What the hell
happened to you in California? And don't say 'nothing' or I'll spank you.”

A spanking?

Heck, yes. Pain alleviated the sullied
feeling.

“I want you to.”

“Are you sassing me, Kayla?”

A rising sensation hovered in her stomach,
and she felt alive with desire at the authority he spoke with. She missed being
dominated even as it terrified her to ever give up that level of control again.

“No, Sir.”

Kayla went breathless when she saw the way
his eyes changed at the way she referred to him. How stupid of her. She'd just
shown a Dom respect and apparently riled his dominant instincts. Her eyes
dropped, and her pussy moistened when she realized that she'd just shown him
even more deference. He probably loved this.

“I want you to spank me. I like being hurt.”

She liked being numb. Physical pain hurt a
lot less than emotional anguish.

What a stupid girl she'd been to refuse her
daddy's offer to pay for self-defense lessons. She'd been worried about getting
hurt. Well, she bloody well had gotten hurt since then.

Travis hooked a finger under her jaw and
brought her focus up to him. “You lied to me, Kayla. I never accepted that kind
of behavior from any of my
submissives
, but I damned
sure won't tolerate that kind of crap from the woman I'm
gonna
marry.”

Her eyes closed with guilt, but if this
painful lecture led to the spanking she needed then it would be worth it.

He wanted to marry her even though she was
fucked up to the four corners of the earth? Her heart melted, and the tears ran
silent down her cheeks.

“I'm
gonna
spank
you, Kayla, because we both know you need it. And then you're
gonna
tell me who did this to you.”

Oh, she was, was she? He could spank her all
he liked. Her lips were sealed.

“Turn around.”

Oh crappy curses, how could she keep from a
panic attack if she couldn't see his face? She slowly did as he commanded.

“Spread your legs and place your hands on the
wall.”

She obeyed, quaking like a palm tree in a
hurricane.

The first smack stung quite a bit. She
recalled from her experiences with her Master that a few good whacks to the
buns hurt more when said buns were wet.

The second freaked her out, and she spun
around. “I need to see your face!”

Travis's brow furrowed, and he gripped her
arms tightly. “Damn it, Kayla. Who hurt you?”

She clung to his arms, feeling frantic.
“Please spank me. I need it. Just let me face you.”

He yanked her against his body and held her
in a secure hug as he spanked her slick bottom hard. Well, this wasn't what she
had in mind at all. She wanted numbness to cloud out the sickening memories. With
the way he held her against the private heat of his manly body she felt warm
and safe. The numbness she needed never came, only the sharp, punishing slaps
of his open hand and a comforting sense of love that surrounded her.

“Never lie to me again, Kayla.”

Kayla held onto him, cursing the irritating
sniffles that exposed her vulnerability.
“Yes, Sir.”

Damn it, she called him
Sir
again. What the fuck?

He pulled her back and saw the tears
streaming down her face. “I want to fix you, Kayla, but how can I do that or
trust you when you lie to me?”

She cried harder. “I'm sorry, really, really
sorry.”

He sat down on the built-in seat and pulled
her onto his lap, rocking her gently as he held her. “Tell me what happened,
cricket. Be as vague as you want, but I need to know who hurt you and what he
did.”

She tried to pull herself together long
enough to collect a semblance of intelligent words. “His name was Beck Hammond.
He was my agent and my employer.”

“What did you do for him?”

She bawled uncontrollably on his shoulder.

“
Darlin
',
it's
okay. I'll never think less of you.”

“I was his assistant. He pulled some strings
to get me a spot in a commercial. He offered to act as my agent for free. At
least that's what he said. After the commercial aired, he...” She sniffled, and
her voice broke. “He filmed me in my bra and panties because he said I needed
to get used to being half naked in front of people in case I ever did a love
scene. I can’t believe
I
...”

Travis held her tight and gently rubbed the
consolation onto her arm.

“He got into bed with me. I didn't know he
was going to do that. He said I owed him for everything he did for me.” She
felt Travis's nails dig into her skin as if infuriated. “I couldn’t stop him.
He was too strong.”

She squeezed her eyes shut and dug her nails
into Travis's shoulder blade, but he didn't seem to mind.

“Kayla, you did nothing wrong. Did you try to
leave afterward?”

“I did.”

Her mind wandered back to that night. She'd
showered, feeling dirty and numb before running outside to meet with Virgil
Paisley at their rendezvous. She'd sucked him off, needing to perform a sex act
because she wanted to with a gentleman she loved. It had helped her feel
better, but there was still a sickening, skuzzy feeling that stuck around. She
hadn't let him touch her, feeling it would worsen the effects of shame. She'd
had no intention of returning to the Hammond estate, but fate played out
differently.

“Good girl.” Travis kissed the top of her
head.

“I went back,” she whispered, waiting for his
rebuke.

“What the hell for?”

“I was going to tell my friend Virgil what
happened, but Beck sent me this text saying that he was watching us sitting in
the truck together and that he’d kill Virgil if I didn’t come back to him or if
I told anyone.” She shivered with dread, remembering when Beck’s true colors
had shown.

“You shouldn't have gone back, Kayla,” Travis
told her.

Captain
Obvious.

“Well, I know that now, but I couldn’t let
him hurt Virgil.”

Her heart ached when she thought of him.

“I want you to go to therapy, Kayla. You need
it real bad.”

“I know.”

She’d lost Master and then Virgil forever when
they walked away from her. She couldn’t lose Travis or his brothers.

Chapter
Seven: Sweet Reunion

Jake Langley tapped his fingernails against
the ledge the passenger's side window disappeared into. “Damn it, Keith. Can't
you drive any faster?”

Keith rolled his eyes as he pulled into the
long driveway that led to the large brick house on the Langley ranch. “Oh, for
hell's sake, I'm going as fast as I can.”

“Liar, you're crawling at twenty. Now punch
it, man. Nobody's around, and I don't want Travis hogging Kayla all to
himself.”

Keith stiffened and suddenly stomped on the
gas pedal.

“Yeah, now that's what I'm talking about!”
Jake cheered.

Keith grinned and peeled into the big
clearing at the end of the driveway, slamming on the brakes abruptly when the
house came into view.

“See
ya
, brother.”
Jake winked at him and bolted out of the truck.

“Hey! You traitor! Get back here!”

Jake grinned and walked swiftly toward the
house, feeling his heart thump with anticipation in his chest. After seven
years he would see Kayla again, and for the first time he would hold her.

“Jake, you bastard!”
Keith called after him.

Jake took off, flying up the porch with his
younger brother in hot pursuit.

“I want to kiss her first!” Keith complained.

“You did years ago.” Jake fumbled for his
keys, trying not to break the one he jabbed into the keyhole with haste.

“Yeah, that's 'cause I was there for her when
she needed me.” Keith grabbed the loop of Jake's jeans and tugged on his arms,
wrestling for the keys. “I didn't have my cock shoved down some other woman's
throat.”

“Shows how much you know. My dick was in her
mouth, not her throat.” Jake got the door open and snagged the keys, cramming
them into his pocket. “Hey, let go!”

Keith pulled him back and cleared the front
door, but Jake wasn't having any of that. He wanted Kayla's mouth first. He
tackled his brother to the living room floor and then bounded up and down into
the hall.

Travis stood there, eying them like a
scolding father, though he looked amused. “That's real mature, boys.”

Keith jumped up, his shaggy blond hair
flopping as he came after Jake. “We're not boys. We're men.”

Travis snorted, taking a drink from his mug.
“Yeah, sure looks like it.”

Jake saw the bathroom door open, and Kayla
walked out wrapped in only a light blue towel. Her wet hair was slicked back
and dangled with the effects of drying. She wore no makeup from what he could
tell, but she'd never looked better to him.

Her mouth opened in surprise, and his tongue
speared the space between her parted lips when he grabbed her. She squealed and
clutched the towel to her tighter, but he subconsciously made up his mind that
the towel needed to come off when he was finished tonguing her.

Her mouth was an erotic combination of warmth
and dampness with a taste that was one hundred percent Kayla. She tasted like
sweet innocence that enriched his soul and lit his body on fire. Her soft moan
of delight fired his blood.