Ramagos, Tonya - Strictly Accountable [Stud Service 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) (8 page)

Brody complied without comment. For quite possibly the first time in his life, he understood what it meant to have all his other senses kick in when his vision was taken away. He actually heard her undressing on the bank of the pond. The faint swish of material as she removed her white blouse, shucked off her black pants, and kicked her shoes aside were sounds to push him another full notch up the ladder to his doom.

He took a deep breath and realized he could smell her, a tantalizing mix of fruits and flowers that permeated his already growing hunger for her. He sensed when she stepped into the pond, felt the gentle wave of the water on his hips. He held himself still until he heard her contented sigh.

The sight that greeted him when he turned drew a sound from low in the gut he never heard himself make before. Sabrina sank beneath the water, leaving only her shoulders and head visible above the surface. Her face settled into an expression of pure, sultry bliss.

“It feels good, huh?” Brody back-stepped to the side of the pond, leaned against the cool mountain rock, and stretched his arms along the edge.

“Like heaven.” Sabrina tilted her head back and closed her eyes.

Brody watched her, his gaze transfixed on the slender column of her neck, the delicate dip of her throat, the play of water flirting with the swells of her breasts. “Now you know my favorite place to be after a long day of work.”

She opened one eye. “It’s early afternoon on a non-work day.”

“Favorite place to be after a terminally long night, too.”

Her lips twitched, and she lifted her head right along with one inquisitive brow. “Did you have a few too many beers and a bottle of Jack?”

Brody snorted. He wished. “Try a few too many cries and several warm bottles of formula laced with castor oil.”

“I take it Rella stayed the night.”

“Gabrielle and Lyle had some kind of business party.”

“So the princess kept Uncle Brody up half the night.”

“She did that.” Hungry thoughts of another princess currently taking over reign of his kingdom a few arm lengths away kept him awake the remainder of the night…again. “What took you so long to get here today? I expected you sooner.”

“I planned to be here sooner.” She sighed, held up a finger signaling him to wait, and dunked under the water. She came up a nanosecond later, hands pushing her hair back from her face and eyes slowly opening. “That’s better. I had employee problems again. Then I got on the phone with my boss.”

“Lucille?” Brody felt like a teenager with ADHD. He tried to focus on the conversation, but his attention kept getting derailed by the way her lips moved when she spoke, the droplets of water sliding down her face. He wanted to follow those droplets of water with his tongue until he found her mouth and dipped inside. The memory of that one kiss in the office haunted him last night. Her taste lingered on his tongue, tempting him, torturing him until his hunger for her grew to animalistic proportions. “I like her. She’s a nice woman.”

“I’m not surprised you think so,” Sabrina said dryly.

“So that’s why you didn’t text until you got here.”

“Partly. While I was on the phone with Lucille, my mother beeped in. I suddenly remembered last night that my father bought a horse from your father a few years ago.”

Brody nodded. He knew the horse. “Generator’s Charm.”

Sabrina blinked in obvious surprise. “You knew?”

“I know who you are, Sabrina. Your parents are William and Maria Gibson from Destiny, Texas. That’s why I came to you. You know taxes. You know ranching.”

“Well, you could’ve clued me in.”

“I didn’t reckon I’d need to. It seemed to me like you would already know who you are.”

“Ha ha.” Damned if the frown that etched itself between her brows didn’t make her even more beautiful.

“Your father went crazy over that horse.”

Sabrina scoffed. “I’ll say, crazy enough to pay almost triple what it was worth.”

That didn’t sound right. “I thought he got a hell of a deal.”

“Six thousand is not a deal on a Tennessee Walker.”

“He paid twenty-five hundred.”

Sabrina shook her head. “My mother confirmed the price this morning. My father paid your father six thousand for Generator’s Charm, Brody.”

Brody hung his head, his mind reeling as he thought back. He distinctly remembered the exchange, could see in his mind’s eye William Gibson handing over the check to his father while Brody stood holding the horse’s reins mere feet away.

And he remembered William Gibson smiling widely and announcing the horse was worth every penny.

“Son of a bitch.” Brody pushed a hard breath from his lungs. “You’re not kidding.”

“I think he was padding the books, Brody. I’ll have to dig further into the financial records, but I’m betting your father was making sales at higher prices and only reporting a portion of the income.”

“I had a feeling this would go deeper than I realized.”

“That’s why you came to me.”

“I’m in over my head here, Sabrina.” He hated admitting that, loathed knowing his father had been scamming decent people, the IRS, his fucking family for close to six years.

“I’ll do what I can to help you get it straightened out.”

He believed her, trusted her, and
wanted
her. The last came instantly and unexpectedly. He’d known before she showed up at the kiosk on Friday that she was a beautiful woman. He’d seen pictures of the Gibson sisters, knew all four of them to be real lookers. Beautiful women weren’t a dime a dozen in the Chattanooga area, but he never failed to find his fair share when he wanted one. None of them ever managed to get beneath the skin, to seep into his system, and rock his soul as quickly as Sabrina Gibson did.

Sabrina rotated her head and closed her eyes, the move one of an obvious stiffness. He remembered her doing the same yesterday in the office. His sudden ADHD didn’t need more of a green light than that. Business talk succumbed to his need to touch her, and he didn’t bother fighting it. He pushed off from the side of the pond and covered the distance between them in a single swim stroke.

Her gaze settled on him, careful and cautious, as he moved behind her. The sound she made as he closed his large hands over her delicate shoulders nearly made him whimper. “I told you that you work too hard.”

“I’ve spent too much time at the computer lately.” Her words came on a breathless sigh of pleasure that drifted over him like black velvet. “My shoulders get stiff when I do that.”

She fell silent but for the tiny moans that tormented his cock now and then. After a few long moments, he felt her start to relax.

“Brody?” she said sleepily.

“Yeah?” Brody rested his chin on the top of her head as he continued to massage her shoulders.

“You’re, umm, well…” She wiggled, the small of her back grinding against the erection he half-hoped she wouldn’t notice even as the desire to plunge inside her sweet heat mounted.

“You could pretend you don’t feel that.”

“It’s kind of hard.”

Kind of, hell! His cock was so hard it hurt. The instant she rounded the barn his cock started to swell. He’d been walking around with a raging erection since he caught the spark of heated awareness in her eyes the day they met.

“Or you could acknowledge that you do. But if you’re waiting for an apology it’s gonna take a while.”

“Actually, I’m waiting for your hands to move lower.”

* * * *

Brody’s hands hesitated on her shoulders, and Sabrina held her breath. She couldn’t believe she said that, couldn’t believe how badly she wanted it, how badly she wanted
him
.

“I can’t promise my hands will come back up if I let them drop.” Arousal turned his voice gravelly. It grated over her sensitive flesh, teasing nerve endings and exciting erogenous zones she didn’t know she possessed.

Sabrina angled her head, tilted it back to look at him, and met his gaze. His dark eyes swam with a predatory desire that thrilled her to her toes. “I’m counting on it.”

Still, his hands stayed put, his fingers working her tight muscles in slow circles as he stared back at her. Another full minute that felt like an eternity passed before his hands began to slide. His calloused palms rasped over the bare flesh of her chest on a direct course to her breasts. He paused, his fingertips touching the surface of the water, the swell of her breasts, and hesitated there for so long she thought he might change his mind after all.

“You’re sure?” The potent need swirling in his eyes made her surprised he gave her a choice.

Breath lodged in her throat, Sabrina could only nod her answer. She licked her lips, tried to speak, but lost the urge when his hands made that final slide down beneath the water to cup her breasts.

“Mmm,” she purred as his hands covered her fully. He squeezed and then continued the massage he had been giving her shoulders, only now to the sensitive orbs burning for his attention.

Sabrina rocked her lower body back, wanting to feel the hardness of his erection against her flesh, delighting in the low growl that rumbled from his throat. His eyes sparked, the animal she sensed inside him realizing he caught his prey, and she didn’t get another second to think before he crushed his mouth to hers.

Unlike the kiss they shared in the office of the main house yesterday, there was nothing tender or coaxing about the way he took her mouth this time. White-hot hunger seared through her as he devoured her, controlled her, and stole her sanity through her mouth. One hand stayed to torment her breast as the other skimmed lower.

Sabrina moaned into his mouth when his hand closed over her pussy, one finger inching between her folds. He raked that fingertip over her clit, and she bucked her hips, groped for something to hold onto, and found his thighs. He broke the kiss in favor of licking his way over her jaw, nipping her jawbone, and continuing on to the side of her neck. She couldn’t keep up. The sensations ricocheting through her proved too much. His mouth worked her neck, teeth grazing and biting. His hand weighed and caressed her breast, the thumb and forefinger finding her nipple to add further torture. His finger pushed on her clit, a delicious pressure that set her boiling, and abandoned the aching bud to thrust inside her weeping channel.

“Oh, God, Brody, yes.” A second finger joined the first and she rocked her hips in time with his thrusts, wanting it deeper, needing to feel the rigid erection pressing against her back inside her body. “Please.”

“Jesus, you’re wet.” His hot breath against her neck sent excited shivers raining through her. “I figured the water would keep you from getting wet for me. Your pussy is so tight, Sabrina. It’s primed and ready. Your muscles are gripping my fingers.”

He thrust his fingers deeper, lifting her and pulling her more firmly against him. Her knees went weak, but it didn’t matter. He held her, controlled her, and possessed her. His teeth raked the sensitized flesh where her neck and shoulder met, and she sucked in a breath as slivers of demonic lust spiked to her core.

“Brody.” Her head fell back on his chest and whipped from side to side as she fought to breathe. Her body yielded to his manipulations. Pressure built in her womb. She wanted more, needed to be filled by the thick shaft resting against her back.

“Come for me, Sabrina.” The order came in a gruff whisper that bordered an animalistic growl as he raked his thumb over her clit in time with the thrusts of his fingers inside her channel. “I want to feel you shatter.”

She couldn’t refuse him if she dared. The pleasurable pain of his calloused fingers to her throbbing nipple and engorged clit, the width of the fingers he spread inside her cunt demanded she obey. She panted for air, gasping in the inferno he created until the orgasm burst from her in a sharp wave that left her shaking. She crumpled in his embrace as her body rocked inside and out from the force of her release.