Green Broke Woman (16 page)

The cool lube made her shiver, but there was
something utterly sinful and delicious about being nude outdoors in broad
daylight. She hoped he didn't have a look at her backside. Her breasts were
nice, and with her arms tied above her head it made her waist look smaller.

Jake smiled as he massaged the lube up into
her vagina, watching her face closely.

“It's just me, Kayla. You got nothing to
worry about.” His soothing voice helped her relax some. He recapped the tube
and put it back in the bag, bringing a bullet vibrator back with him. “This is
what's
gonna
get you off. I don't even have to touch
you, unless you want me to.”

Kayla gulped and nodded, relaxing her inner
walls as she accepted the toy into her body. “Did Travis tell you about my ... that
test I took?”

Jake nodded. “Yeah, he told me. Look at me,
Kayla. You got nothing to be embarrassed about. He said the results were
negative.”

“The second time,” she replied glumly.

“The first results were obviously a mistake.”

Her eyes watered. “But what if they weren't?
What if—ah!”

A slight buzzing commenced from within as he
flipped the vibe on with the small remote in his hand. A naughty half grin
decorated his face. “Everything is
gonna
be all
right, Kayla. We won't let anything happen to you.”

“But it's not up to you,” she protested,
trying to concentrate when he flipped the vibrator up a notch. That little
purple bastard was having a real field day in her pussy, and her wanton cunt
didn't seem to give a damn about much else right now.

“It
is
up to us,” he countered, standing a few feet from her. “You're our woman, and
we waited seven years for you. Time and distance couldn't destroy our feelings
for you. Do you really think some mixed up test results are
gonna
do the trick?”

The erotic palpitations made love to her
pussy, causing her own natural fluid to mingle with the warming jelly. Her tone
sounded uneven as she sought to contradict the dark cowboy who seemed as overly
enthusiastic about her outcome as his oldest brother had.

“Look, it's really sweet that you guys are so
Candy Land optimistic, but some of us live in the real world where crap happens
and—” She jolted when the toy vibrated harder, making her vagina heat with
moisture.

Jake looked stern as he stepped closer and
cradled her chin. “What happened to you wasn't the real world, Kayla, or not
how it should be anyway. It was hell, and it was wrong. What we want to give
you isn't Candy Land. It's real, and it's what you deserve.”

Her chest felt heavy and achy. “You guys have
a twisted view of what I deserve.”

“You're the one with the twisted views. We
know exactly what you need, and we're
gonna
give it
to you.”

She tensed and peered over her shoulder when
he walked behind her. “What are you doing?”

“Relax, baby. I'm just taking in what's
mine.”

“Yeah, about that, how about you don't?”

He chuckled and ran his work-roughened hand
down her spine, making her jump. “I'm
gonna
see every
part of your body, Kayla. It's mine to look at.”

“Not necessarily.”

“Oh, it is. You let me take your towel off
and see the front of you.”

“That's because the front of me looks the
best, except for my—Jake!” She squealed and danced on her toes when he gripped
her buttocks and spread them.

“Calm down, baby.” He let go and swatted her
ass when she wouldn't stop moving. When she settled down, he divided her butt
cheeks with the remote still in his left hand. “Now that's an asshole.”

“Oh my God, what's wrong with you?” Her face
flushed with heat. Good lord, if Travis had been too much this morning, how the
hell was she supposed to handle raunchy Jake?

“Not a thing,” he replied, sounding
thoroughly amused.

“I doubt that.”

He laughed.

She shrieked when the pad of his finger traced
the rim of her anus.

His eyes lifted to her nervous glance over
her shoulder.
“Too much?”

She gave him a meek smile. “Yeah, just come
back to the front of me and stop being a pervert.”

His eyes twinkled with lewd mischief as he
walked back around to the front of her again. “I'm back, baby, but I'll never
stop being a pervert. You know that.”

She grinned. “Yeah, that's probably true.”

The humor became prodding seriousness as he
studied her face. “Did that asshole Beck ever take you back there? Don't look
away. Just answer me honestly.”

“Yeah.”

“Have you ever fucked someone because you
wanted to, or was being forced your only experience?”

She shook her head, trying not to hurt over
the memory of Master Hugh leaving her. God, she missed him so much. “No. There
was someone a long time ago.”

Jake tensed, and his face darkened with
jealousy. “Did he mean something to you?”

She nodded, eyes planted on the grass
cushioning her bare feet. “He's long gone, though. He took my virginity, and
then he left me.”

“The son of a bitch.”
Jake sounded angry before he eased back into
his lustful state. “Well, I reckon
it's
good he did.”

She forced a smile. “Why do you say that?”

He frowned, brown eyes sparkling when she
threw him a teasing wink. “Why the hell do you think, woman?”

The speed was kicked up a notch, and the
bullet hummed its deviant tune in her wet pussy. The urge to pee was gone as
the pressure became something else mixed with intense heat.

Jake walked until his body brushed against
hers as he examined her frontal nudity and palmed her breast. “Damn, baby.”

Moisture trickled down the insides of her
thighs, and her core became hotter at the enthralled glaze in his eyes. “Is
that 'Damn, you're hot' or '
Damn
, you suck'?”

He sported a bemused half smile as he
manipulated her breast into a state of warmth and acceptance beneath his
masculine touch. “You're hotter than hell, Kayla. Nothing about you sucks, except
of course for your mouth.”

She glowered at him playfully.
“Bad boy.”

He grinned and kicked the toy up, making her
groan. “I want to give you something else, too.”

Her mouth went dry as cotton when she saw the
purple butt plug. “Do you have some kind of anal fixation or something?”

“I do. Keith is the oral one, and Travis is
especially keen on pussy.”

“TMI,” she teased.

Jake winked at her as he approached with the
anal plug. “You know you ate that up, you dirty girl. This is a real small one,
and if you want I can stand in front of you and put it in that way.”

She swallowed with uncertainty. “Are you and
Keith as big as Travis?”

Jake frowned. “Now do you seriously expect me
to say I'm smaller than him?”

She giggled. “I guess not.”

“Regardless of what you choose to believe,
I'm the biggest damned thing there is.”

“Sure you are, Jake.” She yipped when he
slapped her butt, moaning when her cunt hugged the little friend buzzing in her
soaked core.

He squirted lube all over the tapered toy and
stuffed the remote into his pocket. Carefully he parted her ass cheeks and
poised the tip of the butt plug at her anus. “I assume you know the drill. The
whole deep breath, relax your muscles and push out kind of deal?”

She nodded. “Yeah, I've worn these before.”

He looked at her with a hedonistic gleam in
his eyes. “Is that a fact?”

She blushed. “Yeah, sometimes a girl's got to
do what a girl's got to do.”

“I see.” He pulled her close, making her
breath catch. “Just relax, baby, and let this man do what he has to.”

The plug pinched painfully as it said hello
to her grumpy ring of muscles. Once it passed the ill-tempered area and popped into
the dark depths of her ass, it received a warmer welcome.

“How you doing, baby?” Jake murmured with so
much tenderness on his face she wanted to cry.

“I'm okay. I'm getting close.”

“Do you want me to touch your clit or to back
off when you come?”

She sighed, feeling torn. “I don't know. I
really want you to, but I'm not sure if it's a good idea just yet.”

He took a step backward. “I won't touch you
then. I want you to keep your eyes open when you climax. That way it's my face
you see and not his. We want you to associate orgasm with pleasure, not being
scared shitless.”

She smiled. “I'll try. My eyes automatically
want to close when I come.”

“Don't try. Obey me, Kayla,” he said firmly.
“I don't do anything half-ass, and you won't either.”

Her eyes automatically dropped, and she felt
feverish beneath his authority.
“Yes, Sir.”

When she peeked up at him, she noticed the
way his eyes darkened and the bulge in the crotch of his jeans thickened and
became fuller. He appeared even more turned on and perhaps jealous.

“We have a lot of questions we want to ask
you later. I have a feeling there's a lot you haven't told us about your
history.”

Her eyes darted to escape his prodding stare.

“Eyes on me, Kayla.
I want you looking at me when you come.”

Kayla sheepishly returned her attention to
him. About a heartbeat later her legs locked like pillars of marble and her
body convulsed with abandon. Her cunt gripped the toy fiercely as intense
explosions of pleasure bombarded every part of her. She surprised herself when
she screamed at the power of her release, marveling when the juices squirted
from her dripping snatch and streaked down her inner thighs.

The vibrator halted its humming when Jake
shut the toy off and approached her with a hard look of arousal and soft
affection brewing in his dark eyes. His hand caressed her face, trailed over
her breast and belly, and she shivered helplessly.

“Damn it, Kayla, you're stunning.”

He kissed her gently, making her quiver and
melt as he slowly explored her mouth with his slick, warm tongue. She mewled
faintly and pushed into his doting palms, only opening her right eye once to
make sure it was really him. He pulled back and removed the bullet vibe from
her, but not the butt plug.

“I want you to wear the ass plug so it
stretches you.” It wasn't a request apparently, but the order spiked her lust
even higher.

“Okay.”

“That's 'Yes, Sir',” he corrected her
patiently as he untied her and then put the rope away in the bag.

“Yes, Sir.”
She rubbed her wrists, surprised when he
tossed her the towel. “We're not going to do it?”

His brows popped up. “You think you can
handle it?”

She knew what he meant, but she had to
lighten the mood. “Narcissist, maybe you can't handle me.”

His concern eased into a perverted grin as he
stalked toward her, instilling butterflies in her stomach. “That sounded like a
challenge.”

“Yeah, a challenge you'll fail at.” Her body
trembled, but she wanted to laugh at his exaggerated scowl.

“You'll eat those words, woman.”

Jake yanked the towel off her body and tossed
it aside. He pulled her into a passionate kiss and backed her up against a
tree. The crude bark felt rough against her bare back, but it was a discomfort
she gladly suffered as he treated her to a smoldering kiss. Their tongues
danced and mingled playfully while she freed the remaining buttons on the front
of his shirt. He moaned deeply and smashed his body against hers when her hands
explored the hard ridges of his torso. His chest hair felt soft and carnal
beneath her questing fingers.

Kayla broke the kiss when she fingered the
charm on the necklace he wore and recognized the familiar form. She stole a
glance down at his necklace and saw that it was the one she'd made for him
years ago. It was a chain with a silver gun charm on the end in remembrance of
all the times they’d gone shooting together. A simple necklace designed by a
then-seventeen–year-old with an affinity for jewelry making. She'd given it to
him for his birthday.

“You still have it?”

He smiled at her warmly and brushed a strand
of hair back from her face. “Yes, ma'am, I wear it a lot.”

“That means a lot to me. Thank you.”

“Thank you.”

Her pussy flooded when he unbuckled his belt
and it made a titillating
clink
sound.
His jeans and underwear lowered with a quiet sweep over his skin, but she kept
her eyes locked with his. The sound of foil ripping made her eyes wander as she
watched him sheath his large erection. He wasn't as thick as Travis, and
although well-endowed, Jake seemed to be proportioned at saner measurements.