Unbridled Temptation (7 page)

“I want complete control of what happens between us. I’ll want to be obeyed completely before, during, and maybe even a little bit after our
interlude
together.”

Interlude
. Jocelyn’s heart sped up. Was she about to agree to this? Would she regret the mystery of what he intended to do to her, if she didn’t find out what he had in mind firsthand?

“So to recap, you do whatever makes you happy for round one. Then I take complete control for round two. What do you say?”

She wanted to have sex with him more than she’d ever wanted to have sex in her life. The very idea of allowing him absolute dominion over her body and soul made her heart strike several strong thuds of exhilaration in her chest.

“Are you going to hate what I want to do to you?”

A small smile surfaced. “No. I won’t hate it. But I challenge you to do whatever you want, and exactly what you want, because that’s what I plan to do to you when it’s my turn.”

Seriously, her heart pounded so hard it was a wonder she didn’t see her chest swell outward with each beat.

For as much she wanted to throw caution to the wind, she wasn’t usually such an adventurous person. She spent much of her personal time reading, writing, or searching through endless lines of computer code in quiet, chilly rooms with no one else around. One of the reasons she worked for herself was because she didn’t like being told what to do.

But his offer to allow her to go first and do whatever she wanted was shadowed by the unknown quantity of what
his
round-two plans might be.

“I’m a little afraid of what you’ll do when it’s your turn,” she said quietly.

His smile widened. “That’s as it should be,” was his cryptic response to her verbally stated fear.

She was a wimp when it came to things like this. She was rarely so spontaneous, and there was a reason for that. She liked things planned out. She liked to know what to expect.

His dark bondage fantasies with carte blanche permission to dominate her during their interlude was too much. She was in so far over her head, not only wasn’t the surface visible, she wasn’t sure what murky substance was involved anymore.

Exciting or not, heart pounding or not, she should just go. She pushed out a sigh and got ready to leave.

Jocelyn moved about an inch off of his lap. Or rather she tried to. Suddenly, Logan tightened his arms around her body, pinning her arms down, flipped her on her back on the sofa’s surface, and slammed his body on top of her.

Arms trapped at her sides, Jocelyn didn’t panic when Logan soon pushed a knee between her thighs and spread her legs wider. He dropped his hips forward, his lower body fitting perfectly between her thighs. She felt his cock hard against her pubic bone as he mounted her and thrust his hips a couple of times into her body.

His face lowered nearly to hers. He whispered, “You
really
want me to stop, you say the word
stagecoach
.” Then he pushed his mouth against hers. He focused on her lower lip, sucking it inside his warm mouth. He bit down into the sensitive flesh of her bottom lip a few times, before his mouth moved to cover hers. Suddenly, he kissed her like he had earlier. She remembered that both thrilling times he’d had her hands locked behind her back. Giving him all the control the way he liked it. Did
she
like it?

Between her legs, she felt him start thrusting harder and faster. His rigid cock felt huge against her center. She moved her legs, bending them so that he’d thrust more against her clit. Her intention was to slip them around the back of his thighs. But he nipped her lower lip enough to pinch then broke the savage kiss. “I didn’t tell you to move your legs.”

“I just wanted—”

“I also didn’t tell you to speak,” he said, harshly interrupting.

She lowered her legs slowly back to where they’d been. He stared deeply into her eyes as if willing her to act up or mouth off again. Jocelyn stared at him, eyes wide with uncertainty and trepidation.

He squeezed her once. His arms were still trapped beneath her back. His hips pushed forward into her body again. He lowered his mouth to hers and resumed the commanding kiss as if nothing of note had transpired.

Jocelyn mentally took a deep breath and reevaluated her position. She was trapped beneath a sexy stranger who demanded compliance. His tongue stabbed deeply, sharply, and intoxicatingly between her lips again, swirling hard and fast within and insisting on her complete surrender. It wasn’t unpleasant. In fact it was dark, dangerous-feeling, and incredibly exciting.

Logan was breathing hard. Their kiss was completely consuming, volcanic even. The rhythmic pressure of his hips increased and intensified with each stroke of his cock between her legs, which was exactly in time with his tongue swirling within her lips.

And yet, ultimately, she didn’t like not knowing what to expect.

Jocelyn turned her head hard to one side, dislodged his mouth, and said clearly, “Stagecoach.”

Kendall scanned the inside of the saloon once more, searching for Logan and Jocelyn. All the doors to the rooms above were open. He glanced down at the dramatic scene before him and figured he’d better put a stop to it before it went any further.

“Nathan, please put the gun down. He doesn’t know you’re only kidding.” Kendall knew for a fact Nathan likely
wasn’t
kidding, but there was a room full of tourists watching every move anyone made.

Nathan cocked the hammer in response before turning his head to look at Kendall with a hot and heavy
please let me shoot him
gaze.

“Gun. Down.” Kendall gave him a
don’t fuck with me right now
stare in return.

The gun lowered, albeit very slowly. Nathan slid the pistol back into its holster. His expression was grim.

Reggie started yammering the moment the gun was lowered. “I only asked him if he had a lot of women throwing themselves at him for sexual purposes. I just wanted a few details. Where he takes them. What he does to them. Come on. It’s good for business. Haven’t you ever heard that sex sells?”

The three teenagers from the stagecoach ride with Jocelyn earlier were seated at the bar. Their eyes were wide. Their smartphones were recording the entire scene in triplicate.

“Sorry, but this is not the time or place for such a discussion.” Kendall walked over to Reggie, put a hand on his back, and propelled him out the saloon doors and onto the sidewalk. “There were kids in there. Granted, they were teenagers, but this isn’t what we do here. Contrary to your unwavering beliefs, this establishment is
not
set up as a whorehouse. We do not run a bunny ranch here for men to procure sex by the hour. Either find something else to write about or get out.”

“Freedom of the press!” Reggie fairly screamed. “Besides, you can’t kick me out, I’m a paying customer.”

“So are the others inside!” Kendall had to take a deep breath and fight the urge to strangle the man. “Take a look at the authentically constructed buildings in town from the nineteenth century. Check out all the goods at the mercantile. Have a penny candy. Go see how they make candles. But please do not bring sex up one more time in front of other patrons, especially when children are around. That is not our purpose here.”

He looked slightly contrite, but the expression didn’t last long. Suddenly, Reggie went into smirk mode. “What about
afterhours
?”

“What about it?”

Reggie sneered. “The public has a right to know what goes on here.”

“Nothing goes on here afterhours. We’re closed.” Kendall walked away. Reggie was never going to be persuaded by his word alone. He needed to distance himself for now before he pulled his gun filled with blank ammunition and beat Reggie with it.

“I know you’re hiding something,
Sheriff
,” he said condescendingly.

Kendall waved without looking back. He should file a nuisance claim. If only it wouldn’t either be completely useless or bring bad press here, he’d do it in a second.

Thinking about sex and afterhours made his mind go directly to Logan and Jocelyn.
Where are they?

He walked toward the bank, wondering if Logan had used the tunnel to go back to the private compound after being caught by Reggie in the alley.

Inside the bank vault room was the primary access tunnel connecting the Old West Town park with the private residence compound. Housed underground for ease of passage between the two places, the tunnel had several battery-operated golf carts charged up and ready to make the five-mile journey back and forth.

Kendall wondered if Logan had taken Jocelyn to their home. He walked in that direction, but when he passed the alley again, another possible and closer meeting place occurred to him.

Logan was the stable master in town. On the second floor at the back of the town’s stable was a private office. It wasn’t open to the public, but there had been more than one zealous visitor in the past that had tried to get inside. That was all he needed today.

Someone would bash the door in, and find the two of them going at it. Logan would have her wrists tied to something, the bed, the wall sconce, the desk. He’d be fucking her wildly as Reggie—with his sixth sense for finding any sniff of sexual activity—would burst in with his phone set to videotape and record their enthusiastic climaxes. Thinking about the whole sexy scenario made his dick stir.

Kendall headed in that direction. He had a master key to open any door in town. Hoping Logan had been smart and taken her to the private compound, Kendall planned to take a quick peek just to make sure. It had been a while since they’d shared a woman. Long past due, in his opinion.

If Logan
had
taken her to their home, Kendall hoped he was invited to join them for threesome sex later.

* * * *

One second after Jocelyn said the word, “Stagecoach,” Logan let her go, was off of her, and had seated himself at the opposite end of the sofa. She actually hadn’t expected that he’d move so fast. He was still breathing hard. His eyes were closed and when she leaned up onto her elbows she could still see his huge cock outlined in the front of his jeans.

“Are you okay?” he asked. When she lifted her gaze from his blatant hard-on to his face, she noted that he looked a little bit pensive. He ran a hand over the top of his head, ruffling his hair.

“Yes.”

A smile shaped his lips. “You didn’t think I’d stop, did you?”

She laughed. “No. I didn’t.”

“Think you can trust me now?”

“Maybe.” She sat up and added, “So is your original proposal still an option?”

His head turned. “You mean, the one where you go first and then it’s my turn?”

She nodded.

“Absolutely.” He looked a little relieved.

“And I can trust you?”

“Trust is what it’s all about.”

“Good.” Jocelyn stood up and promptly pulled her shirt over her head. Tossing it over one shoulder, she then kicked her shoes off one by one, and loosened her jeans by unbuttoning and then unzipping them.

She shimmied out of them and pulled her socks off. He watched her, his eyes focused directly on each of her movements. As with probably many women, Jocelyn didn’t much like her body. Her breasts were too small, her hips a bit too wide, and her limited sexual history was not much to write home about. She had, however, often fantasized about what she’d do with a willing man if she had the nerve and the green light to do what she wanted. Jocelyn had an old familiar outline of a sexual scenario already spinning in her head. One she’d considered a time or two before while alone and horny, but had never been in a position to try with a man before.

Having Logan as her lover and with him also being a stranger made her secret desires much easier to consider and act out.

She motioned him to stand up. He stood and moved closer, but his gaze traveled up and down her body a few times along the way. She hoped he could tolerate what he saw.

Centering him before the sofa, Jocelyn unbuttoned his shirt, pulling the bottom edge out of his jeans. His muscular upper body displayed a sexy patch of hair between flat brown nipples. She leaned forward and kissed the center of his chest once. She then unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned the single button beneath, and unzipped his fly. He wore boxers. His cock was not as rigid as it had been when he’d pinned her to the sofa.

Time to do something about that. Jocelyn slipped her hand between the waist of his boxers and his taut skin, wrapping her fingers around his smooth cock. He sucked in a breath, but otherwise didn’t speak.

Jocelyn stroked her fingers up and down his cock a few times before he hardened again. She stopped to push his jeans down to his thighs, but didn’t strip them completely off of his body. She could do exactly what she wanted without his jeans and boots being removed. Maybe she preferred him being slightly bound. She suddenly understood the allure.

She sent one hand around his hip beneath the bottom edge of his open shirt to slip a palm over his tight ass. He had a
really
nice ass. She’d noticed it earlier right before she’d lured him into the alley.