The Girl, the Doctor, and the Texas Ranger (12 page)

“Please, Daniel,” she said once he broke away from her mouth. “Please love me. I need it. I need you so very badly right now.”

Chuckling, he brushed a hand over her breast, flicking her nipple twice before pinching it until she gasped. The pain traveled straight to her clit, where it transformed to a pulsing pleasure that made her cry out with need.

Damn him.
He knew exactly what he was doing. She’d come undone at his hands halfway through the medical examination in his office, but she’d been aching for another release by the time he finished. Instead of stroking her clit again though, he’d ordered her to get dressed. During the drive home, he’d caught her with her hands between her legs. After smacking each of her hands twice, he instructed her to fold her hands behind her head for the remainder of the car ride. “The next time I catch you touching yourself, Emily, I’ll spank your pussy,” he’d said.

Of course, his threat had only increased her arousal, making the car ride home that much more difficult. She felt every vibration of the engine and every little bump in the road. By the time they pulled up to the ranch house, she was shaking with desire and leaking moisture on her dress. He’d noticed this and scolded her for it before leading her to his bedroom, where he yanked her clothing off and gave her a quick over the knee spanking for making a mess.

Back in the present, she tried to scoot her body down to align her center with his cock. Her efforts cost her another pinched nipple.

Daniel sat up, straddling her and glaring down at her, his eyes glimmering black in the lamplight. She’d asked to turn off the light, but he’d said he wanted to see all of her. Considering he’d shined a lamp on her pussy in his office, she hadn’t protested further.

“Spread those thighs a little wider.” He shifted up, allowing her room to move her legs apart before straddling her once more. “Put your hands up by your head and keep them there. They have a tendency to wander, don’t they?”

Whimpering, she lifted her hands to her head, anticipating his next move with her entire being.

“Now, I’m going to demonstrate what kind of punishment you can expect in the future should Trevor or I catch you touching your pussy.” He cupped her slick mound. “This belongs to us. We’re in charge of your pleasure, Emily, from here on out. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Very good. Now keep those hands up.” He flattened his fingers over her clit. Raising his hand, he brought his fingers down over her pussy, delivering the first stinging spank.

“Oh, God!” She tried to close her legs, but the weight of his body prevented her movement.

Another slap. And another. He centered the blows to her clit, each one stinging yet making her stiffened nub throb harder and harder. She grasped the headboard railing, needing something to hold on to. The severity of the spanks increased, the sound of sticky slaps filling her ears as she tried not to cry out and failed. She wailed and tried to throw him off the bed, but he put more weight on her center and guided her hands back to the headboard.

Heart pounding, she watched as he pulled a condom packet out of his nightstand drawer. As he tore it open and rolled the rubber down his thick, hard rod, he held her gaze with a look so primal she became frozen with anticipation.

He gripped her hips, positioned his cock at her wet entrance, and slammed into her pussy, rattling her senses. So deep, and then he was finally inside her. The first few thrusts were hard but with several seconds in between. More teasing. He sucked her breasts, holding each nipple in his teeth while he tongued her sensitive peaks. Their bodies danced together as he gradually increased the pace of his thrusts until the headboard rattled against the wall as he fucked her hard. And long. Goodness gracious, the man had stamina.

His fingers dug into her hips, and she grabbed onto his waist, urging him to pound her harder. She wasn’t a virgin. She’d had sex before. But she’d never been fucked before. Not like this. Daniel became one with her, guiding her toward a blissful precipice as her vision clouded and the world faded. Each thrust, each bite, each kiss, and each touch forged their hearts as one. The expression he wore as he stared at her made her feel like she truly belonged to him. As her heart softened and emotion burned in her throat, she fell over the precipice into an ocean of pleasure so wide and deep, she didn’t return until his gentle words coaxed her back to reality.

She opened her eyes, not remembering when she’d shut them. Glancing down, she realized his cock was still buried deep inside her. He hadn’t climaxed yet, and her sore pussy pulsed around his huge thickness.

He shifted on the bed, drawing her lifeless legs up over his shoulders. “God, I love you, Emily.” Emotion strained his voice.

Despite her complete and utter exhaustion, she smiled up at him as the world came into focus. Everything—all her fears and troubles and hopes and dreams—made sense in this moment. It was as if the universe had conspired for them to meet and fall in love. She spared a few tender thoughts for Trevor too, who was working a late night. They’d made this ranch house in the middle of Nowhere, Texas feel like home in the span of a few weeks. She became lost in Daniel’s eyes, and a tear rolled down her cheek.

“I love you too, Daniel. I never want to leave here.”

The last few words she spoke shocked her, and she covered her mouth as if to erase the confession. She’d never depended on anyone in her life, ever. It frightened the hell out of her, but perhaps it was time to take a risk. To open her heart and let Daniel and Trevor inside. To love freely and receive love freely.

He cupped her face and planted a soft kiss on her lips. His throbbing cock lurched within her depths, and he resumed his thrusting, starting slow and gradually quickening his pace as he’d done before. His features twisted as he came. She circled her arms around his waist until his cock ceased jerking in her pussy.

Drained of energy, they collapsed on the bed with their limbs entwined. He placed gentle kisses all over her face and drew back to stare into her eyes. “I’m glad you never want to leave here, Emily. I feel like I’ve waited for you forever.”

Despite his seriousness, she couldn’t restrain a teasing giggle. “Was I worth the wait?”

“I’d wait a thousand more years.”

Her smile faded and she stroked his face, his stubble scratching her fingertips. “What about a thousand and one?”

“Don’t sass me while I’m being sentimental.” He tapped her nose playfully. “I am not opposed to giving you a third spanking today.”

* * *

Trevor hurried upstairs, his mind on his bed. He’d had a late meeting with his captain to go over the evidence he’d presented for the case against Patrick, and the old man had taken his jolly good time going through the statements Trevor had collected. But he’d agreed to request permission from the director to investigate the crooked police officer, bringing Trevor one step closer to nailing Patrick’s balls to the wall.

As he moved past Daniel’s room, the door opened and his brother walked out, smelling of… sex. Trevor grinned as they faced one another.

“Taking care of our girl?” His question wasn’t spoken with malice. Quite the opposite.

Daniel ran a hand through his hair and rubbed his eyes. “She says she wants to stay here with us always, even after the charges against her are dropped. She has no interest in returning to Remsfield, and I’m happy about that. She’s suffered a lot in that town.” He rubbed his eyes again. “How’s the case coming along?”

Trevor described how the meeting with his captain went. “Public officials and officers like Patrick are investigated all the time. The director rarely refuses a request, so I’m hopeful he’ll give the go-ahead in a few days. My captain says a week at the most. We’ll have him rotting in jail soon enough.”

“Do we need to worry about him coming after Emily when he’s out on bail?” Daniel moved away from his bedroom door and Trevor followed.

“I plan to have a ranger closer to Remsfield keep an eye on him and let us know if he leaves the county. However, there’s no way Patrick would be able to track Emily to the ranch. Don’t worry. We’ll keep her safe and sound.”

“I might be able to extend my vacation. I could take her away from here until this blows over.”

“No! I’m not going anywhere! George is a prick. I kicked his ass once and could do it again.”

Trevor and Daniel turned toward the bossy voice. Trevor couldn’t hold back a smile at the sight of Emily, hair mussed up from sleep. She was drowning in one of Daniel’s oversized t-shirts, and her hands rested on her hips as she tapped one foot on the floor. She was so adorable.

“Little girl, you will do as we say. Now stop eavesdropping and get your fanny back in bed.”

She huffed and remained in the doorway. “If you didn’t want me to eavesdrop, perhaps you should’ve been quieter. It sounded like an elephant was walking up the stairs,” she said, looking at Trevor, “and you might as well be shouting for all the good your loud whispering does.”

Daniel pointed a finger at her. “Bed. Now.”

She glared daggers at both of them, then stomped her foot and flounced back into the bedroom, slamming the door in her retreat.

“I’ll talk to her tomorrow,” Trevor said, eyeing his bedroom door down the hallway.

* * *

Emily had settled down when he arrived in the kitchen in the morning. She smiled and sat patiently as he explained the situation and their options. Yes, they could relocate her somewhere else with Daniel, but Trevor explained that there was a better chance Patrick would threaten Connie Keller before he made a move on Emily, not that there was any way he could track her to the ranch. In any case, a close eye would be kept on Patrick when he was released on bail. Until then, he felt it best she sit tight and remain at the Twisted River.

Several nights later, Trevor’s phone buzzed while he was watching a movie with Emily and Daniel. He excused himself and hurried into the kitchen to answer it.

“The director approved the investigation. You can nail the bastard.” It was his captain’s voice, and his words filled him with relief.
Thank God. Finally.

Trevor thanked the old man and hung up. He grabbed the remote and paused the movie, waiting until he had Emily and Daniel’s full attention. “The director approved it. The official investigation starts tomorrow.” He put a hand on Emily’s shoulder. “You have nothing to worry about, sweetheart. Daniel and I are going to keep you safe during this. We promise.”

She gazed up at him with the adoring look he treasured more and more each time he saw it directed at him. “Thank you, Trevor.” She reached for his hand, squeezing it and not letting him go.

Keeping hold of her hand, he moved around and took a seat beside her. Daniel sat on her other side, and he patted her thigh.

“That’s great news,” Daniel said.

She sighed and stared ahead at the frozen screen. “Well, gentleman? Are we going to finish the movie or not? It’s getting late. Unless I’m allowed to stay up past nine?” she asked hopefully.

“Absolutely not,” Trevor and Daniel said in unison.

She mumbled her displeasure but fell silent when Daniel gave her a warning look.

“Cranky little girls are sent to bed early,” he said.

“I’m not cranky!” she sat up straight and grabbed the remote, restarting the movie.

When the closing credits rolled a half an hour later, Emily had fallen asleep on Trevor’s shoulder. He stroked her hair and breathed in her sweet scent. Her steady, deep breaths tickled his neck.

Daniel stood up, stretching. “Looks like our girl is all worn out.”

She looked innocent and at a peace, snoring lightly, curled up against Trevor with strands of hair fallen over her face. His heart swelled with love as he gazed upon her lovely form. She’d developed a closer relationship to Daniel, but he wasn’t jealous of it in the least. He was happy for them and overjoyed to be a part of their lives too. His heart quickened and his desires stirred as he imagined spending more time with Emily. He ached for her, but at the same time, he resolved not to rush things between them.

“Why don’t you take care of her tonight?” Daniel suggested. “I think she’d like to spend more time with you.”

Trevor was touched. “Okay. I’ll put her to bed soon.” It was almost nine, but her bedtime didn’t matter if she was asleep on the couch. Trevor wanted to hold her for a while before he carried her upstairs.

“See you in the morning, lawman.” Daniel left the living room, and his footsteps sounded on the stairs.

Trevor had rarely spent time alone with Emily. With his unpredictable work schedule, he wasn’t always home each night. Some nights he came home after nine and had to settle for kissing her forehead while she dreamed, oblivious to his presence.

He pulled her into his lap and cradled her against his chest, holding her head against his beating heart. She stirred in his arms and sighed sweetly. Brushing the hair from her face, he stroked her cheek as he stared at her closed eyelids. She stirred again and this time her eyes fluttered open and she stared directly at him. The smile she graced him with warmed his insides, and he squeezed her and smiled back as he continued to stroke her cheek. She leaned into his hand and made a noise of pleasure that reminded him of a kitten purring.

“Is it after nine?” she asked, yawning.

“Almost.”

She started to get up, but he pulled her back to him. “I need to get ready for bed. Where’s Daniel?”

“He called it a night after the movie ended. I’m going to take care of you tonight, Emily. Are you very tired?”

She shook her head and yawned at the same time, grinning as she tried to hide her yawn behind her hands.

“Has Daniel given you a bath before?” Trevor watched her carefully, gauging her reaction to his question. Her brows knitted together.

“Um, no. I take a shower every morning, by myself. Why?” She shifted on his lap, and the pressure combined with her gentle, feminine presence made his cock ache and throb.

“Since you had a nap, I don’t think there’s any harm in letting you stay up a little late. I’ll give you a nice long bath and help you get ready for bed.” He patted her thigh. “Come on, sweetheart.”