One Night Rodeo (19 page)

“Thanks, Bran. I appreciate it more than you know.”

“So, whatdya say we take these ATVs for a spin and you show me your herd?”

After an hour of dinking around, they returned to the house. It loosened something around his heart to see Celia holding Brianna. He’d never seen her around kids; she’d always been the youngest one in their group. Brianna seemed as enamored of Celia as Celia was of her. He knew Celia would make a good mother. Loving. Fierce. Kind. Fair.

Get those kinds of thoughts right outta your head.

“Now, Lainie, I’m gonna respectfully request you take your darlin’ daughter away from my wife, so as to not give her any ideas about babies, bein’s we’ve only been married a week.”

Celia laughed and nuzzled Brianna’s plump cheek before handing her off to Lainie. “She is adorable. But I agree. Let’s get through calving season together before we start planning a nursery.”

Bran helped Harper on with her coat and Lainie dressed Brianna. She hoisted her daughter on her hip and looked at Celia. “Your brother is going to apologize. Not because I’m making him, but because Hank knows he was wrong. So my question is, will you let him apologize to you?”

She nodded.

Kyle turned to kiss Celia’s forehead. Because he couldn’t not touch her all the time. He loved that she wanted and accepted his open affection. He’d never had that. Never been with a woman long enough to show that part of himself. He noticed the stitches were gone. “Please tell me that Lainie took these out?”

“Yeah. Sorry it looks so hideous.”

“Huh-uh. Every time I look at it I’ll be reminded of the day we got married.”

Her eyes softened.

“And it sorta does look like a small K, kinda like you branded my initial on your face to forever commemorate the event.”

Celia elbowed him. “Jerk.”

He laughed.

After Lainie’s car disappeared down the driveway, Kyle murmured, “You okay?”

“I’m glad they came.”

“Me too.” He slapped her butt. “But break is over. We need to finish prepping this room so we can slap on the first coat of paint.”

He’d found a Sawzall in the garage and marked off the section of shelving to remove. It bolstered his masculine pride to do something around the house without Celia’s help, since he needed her constant supervision when it came to the ranch and ranch chores.

Celia continued filling nail holes and repairing cracks in the walls.
When she finished, she began scuffing the paint on the shelves. Almost violently. She hadn’t said anything for a while, which wasn’t completely odd. He’d discovered she didn’t talk all the time, but when he glanced over at her, she had that stubborn set to her mouth. “Something wrong?”

“No.”

Silence.

Then she started sanding harder.

“Come on, Celia, what’s goin’ on?”

She whirled around. “When you see Lainie do you think of that summer you traveled with her and Hank during Cowboy Christmas? And of all the wild, kinky, crazy sex you had? When you see her do you imagine her naked? Do you remember how it was to fuck her?” Celia’s voice escalated so she’d shouted that last part.

Kyle’s jaw nearly hit the floor. Then he snapped it shut. “That was a long goddamn time ago.”

“Some memories are forever. There are some images you can’t erase.”

“Like the image of you on your knees sucking Breck off?”

“You’re never gonna let me forget that, are you?”

“Like you’re not letting me forget something that happened a damn lifetime ago for me?”

She notched her chin higher. “You still haven’t answered the question, Kyle. When you see Lainie, is that what you think of? How wild and raunchy and uninhibited she was?”

“You have a high opinion of me, if you believe I’m thinking about fucking another woman when I’m standing next to my wife.”

“Oh, don’t pull that bullshit answer. I’m not really your wife and we both know it.”

Stunned silence filled the air.

“You really are my wife and you really don’t wanna push me on this point. I promised you I’d be faithful. For me that means faithful in body and in mind. You owe me the same courtesy.”

“Of what? Wishing I had threesome tales to tell you so you could pretend it didn’t bother you? Well, fuck that. I’m not perfect like Lainie and I can’t just forget about it.”

Then he roared, “That’s it!” and charged her, throwing her over his shoulder, jerking off her boots so she couldn’t kick him as he stormed to their bedroom.

“Goddammit, Kyle, let me down right fucking now or I swear to God I’ll—” She gasped when he tossed her on the bed. She gasped louder and swore at him, thrashing beneath his body when he pinned her.

He pulled one wrist up at a time and locked them in cuffs attached to the headboard. Then he rested on her thighs so she couldn’t move.

Celia cranked her head, looked at the cuffs with total shock and then glared at him. “What the fuck kind of depraved thing were you planning with these?”

“Something a lot more erotic than this, but you’ve just plain pissed me off, so we’re gonna do this my way. I will make you understand this, Celia. Even if it takes all damn night.”

“Let me go.”

“No.”

“I’m warning you—”

He laughed and reached inside a pillowcase, waving a bandana at her. “Gonna be pretty hard to warn me when you’re gagged, ain’t it?”

“You wouldn’t dare. What the hell is wrong with you? You’ve hidden these marital aids all over the place? Do you have a stash of vi—”

Kyle stretched the twisted bandana across her mouth and tied it behind her head. “For your sake, kitten, I hope you’d planned to ask if I have a stash of vibrators.”

It was hard to smirk with her lips and tongue blocked, but Celia managed to do it. And that’s when he knew she was enjoying this lesson just as much as he was.

“Now, we’re gonna get a couple of things straight. But first, I’m gonna strip you bare.”

She thrashed.

“No need to thank me. It’ll be my pleasure.” He ripped her blouse open, hearing
ping ping
as the buttons ricocheted off the wall. He tugged the blouse up her arms and tied the fabric around her wrists.

So she hadn’t worn a bra after their sexy romp in the shower. Good.
Watching her eyes, he palmed her sweet little tits. Squeezed and played with the firm flesh. Then he dragged the callused tips of his fingers down her body. He popped the top button on her jeans. “Don’t kick me. Because if you do? I will take great pleasure in paddling your ass until it’s good and red, understand?”

A wide-eyed Celia nodded.

Kyle whisked off her jeans. “I am your husband. That makes you my wife. No pretending. No bullshit games whether we’re alone or with other people. We are legally married. You will respect that between us, understood?”

Something flashed in her eyes before she nodded again.

“You have the nerve to throw something in my face that happened so long ago I barely remember it? When for the last two years I’ve had to watch you with Breck? Seeing you kiss him? Watching you two leave together? Knowing he had you in his bed and didn’t appreciate it? That fucking killed me, Celia.”

She was trying to speak.

“Listen to me. The only woman I think about fucking is you. But actions speak louder than words, don’t they, little wife of mine?” Kyle rubbed the rough edge of his whiskered jaw on her neck, on her chest, on her belly. “How many times do you think I can make you come? How many orgasms will it take for me to prove how much I want you? Only you.”

Celia mumbled something around the gag.

“Did you say…ten?”

She shook her head wildly.

Kyle squeezed her hips between his knees and lowered his mouth to her left nipple. He bit down hard enough to get her attention and suckled away the sting. He did that twice more. Content to take his time and enjoy the feel of her nipple tight and hard against his flicking tongue. Then he attacked her throat with sucking kisses. He wanted to mark her. So when she looked at her body she saw signs of his possession.

When she closed her eyes, he tapped her on the ass.

“Huh-uh. Look at me. Watch me enjoying your body.”

Then he moved between her legs. Grabbing a handful of her ass, Kyle raised her juicy pussy to his mouth and feasted on her. Stabbing his tongue
deep inside her cunt. Growling his pleasure at her tangy taste. Then swirling his tongue around her clit. Driving her to the point that she arched, she whimpered, and her thighs went rigid. And he backed off.

Some inventive swear words were coming from behind that gag.

He hung above her body on hands and knees. “I didn’t stop to torture you. I stopped so you can look in my eyes. Am I thinking about anyone but you?”

Her breath was decidedly ragged when she slowly shook her head.

“Relax, baby. ’Cause I’m nowhere near done. Seems I have a lot to prove to you.”

Kyle whipped off his shirt. He focused all his attention on her skin. Lightly running the rough tips of his fingers down the outside of her legs from the curve of her thigh to the delicate section around her anklebone. He afforded the inside of her legs equal attention. Except when he stroked the crease where pelvis met thigh, he brushed his lips over that hypersensitive sweep of skin between her hipbones.

She whimpered and her whole body twitched.

His gentle strokes and swirling caresses sent goose bumps dancing across her flesh. He placed soft smooches over her abused ribs. He allowed the hair on his chest to rub against her nipples, learning that it made her squirmier than ever.

Kyle’s dick protested when he bent forward. He’d be lucky if he didn’t shoot in his damn pants before this was done. Touching her like this, when she couldn’t do a thing but enjoy the erotic torture, made him hotter than he would’ve believed.

And it might make him depraved, but he loved how Celia looked tied up. He’d figure out a way to lengthen the chain next time so he could flip her over to touch and taste the back side of her body with just as much attention to detail.

His lips followed the line of her arm from the bend in her elbow, down her muscled biceps, over the inside of her armpit. Then he reversed course, but slowed down. Stopping to lick and suck on spots too tempting to resist.

Celia’s eyes were closed and he didn’t demand that she open them. He wanted her to lose all coherent thought when he was touching her.

When she started rubbing her legs together and her belly showed a slight sheen of sweat, Kyle eased off. “Be right back. Don’t go nowhere.” He laughed when she made a garbled noise, trying to connect her foot with his butt before he bounced off the bed. He loved her sass. He secretly loved that she’d shown a jealous streak about Lainie, even when it was misguided. That meant she cared more about him than she was ready to admit. And hell yeah, he could work with that.

Kyle ditched his jeans and grabbed his cordless electric razor.

She tried to lift her head to see what he was doing when he inserted himself between her legs.

He loomed over her and waved the shaver at her.

She shook her head and attempted to scramble backward.

“I’m not gonna shave you, kitten. But since I haven’t seen a vibrator in your things, this will do in a pinch.” He flicked it on and then off again. “Now, if you can promise not to yell at me or insult me I’ll remove the gag.”

Celia nodded.

“You sure?”

Another vigorous nod.

He untied it and swallowed whatever she’d been about to say in a ravenous kiss. Basking in her surrender to him. Damn difficult to ignore his body’s urging to sink into her. “Am I thinking about pleasing anyone but my beautiful, sexy wife right now?”

“No.”

“Say it back to me. Who you are.”

“I am your wife.”

Kyle clicked on the electric razor and placed the backside of the buzzing object directly on her clit. “Liked me touchin’ you?”

“Do ya think?” She moaned. “God. Kyle. Please. I’m already so close.”

He latched onto her right nipple and sucked hard, working that tip, until he heard the hitch in her breathing.

Celia cried out as the orgasm unfurled.

With his mouth around her nipple, he felt every throb on his lips.

As the last pulse ended, Kyle tossed the shaver aside, spread her legs wide, and impaled her. Fucking her with short, fast jabs that kept constant
friction on her clit. Gritting his teeth against coming right then when another orgasm rocked her.

She actually released a little scream.

The rhythmic squeezing of her cunt muscles around his shaft felt so good he about lost his fucking mind.

As soon as her body slumped against the mattress, Kyle wrapped her legs around his waist with a terse “Hold on,” and dropped his hands by her head.

He slammed his cock deep with every thrust. Sucking in gasping breaths filled with Celia’s honey-sweet scent. Feeling her warmth and softness absorbing his powerful thrusts.

“So good. God, Celia. It’s never been like this. Ever. Nothing that came before you matters.” His shaft slid into that hot, gripping tunnel twice more. His balls tightened and he finally gave in to the ear-roaring, blood-pumping, heart-pounding orgasm that wrung him out.

When Kyle could function again, he kissed Celia’s throat, up over her chin, and gazed into her sated eyes. He considered trying to come up with something poetic or even romantic. Seemed he could sweet-talk all day long if he was trying to talk his way into a woman’s bed. But he’d never meant those words. And now when he did…they got stuck in his mouth.

He said the only thing he could think of. “So, what’s for supper?”

And his sweet, fiery Celia looked at him and laughed. “It’s your turn to cook. Besides, I’m a little tied up at the moment.”

Yep. Kyle definitely loved every damn thing about his woman.

Chapter Nine