Secret Temptation [The Callens 3] (Siren Publishing M?nage Everlasting) Page 12

  “Mom!” She didn’t need the whole world to know what she was up to.

  “That so?” her dad said.

  She didn’t need this, especially when her courage wasn’t at its highest. “Can we table this until later?”

  “Eat, everyone,” her mom instructed.

  Fortunately, the twins engaged Dad, and soon he seemed to forget his initial interest in her love life. Once lunch finished, the men went into Dad’s den, and she helped her mom clean up.

  “How’s Sam doing?” If anyone would know, it would be the woman who kept track of not only their family, but her aunts, uncles and cousins. Sam had stopped by last week to tell them something about adding a new adventure to the ranch.

  “She got a marketing person to handle the clients. I’m hoping that will give her more exposure.”

  “I’m so happy for her. I feel guilty that I haven’t stopped by, but the few times I’ve called, she’s been with clients.”

  “Stop by, even if it’s for a minute. I’m sure she’d love to see you anytime.”

  “Maybe I should sign up for a weekend package and have her team teach me to ride.”

  “I thought that’s what Randy was for.”

  She laughed. “I have other plans for Randy, but yes, I do want to have him give me pointers.”

  “Well, you better get going. I can clean up here.”

  April took off her apron. “Wish me luck.”

  After she tossed the dish towel and smock in the washing machine, she dashed outside. The sun was high in the sky, but the breeze cooled her skin. Hoping that Randy was in the barn, she headed there. Gus was brushing one of the horses. She didn’t like how his back was beginning to bow, but he seemed happy and not in too much pain.

  “Hey, Gus. You see Randy?”

  “He’s in the tack room.”

  Her hands were sweating by the time she walked to the back room. His broad back was to her. She stood for a minute admiring how he was able to pick up saddles with so little effort.

  “Randy?”

  He spun around, and his lips actually lifted. Was Mr. Cool losing it?

  “Haven’t seen you in a while.”

  She couldn’t tell if that was a complaint or just an observation. “My class is getting hard. Between studying and fixing up my apartment, I’ve been busy.” She held up a hand. “But not too busy if you ever want to stop on by.”

  He leaned against a wall stud and chuckled. “What can I do for you today?”

  “I want to learn to get over my fear of horses. I want to ride hard.”

  He cocked a brow. “You like to do it hard?”

  Was he talking about horses or sex? “Sometimes. Depends on my mood.”

  He pushed off from the post and eased on closer. “What kind of mood would you be in today? Are you asking to be ridden hard and fast?”

  Holy moly, he was talking about sex. She glanced down at his pants. The chaps accentuated his cock. From the way it was bulging, he was excited to see her.

  “Depends on who’s holding the reins.”

  He laughed as he continued to close the distance. “What did I tell you about little girls sniffing around older men?”

  From the twinkle in his eyes, he was enjoying the sexual innuendos as much as she was. “If I recall, you didn’t think I was a little girl when you had your big cock in me.”

  “You were naked then.”

  Her pussy nearly exploded thinking about the taboo nature of what they were about to do. Gus was on the other side of the wall. No telling what her father would do if he found out she was messing with the hired hand. Though, if she had her way, Randy wouldn’t be working for him for much longer. He’d be playing in large concert halls.

  “That can be arranged again, if someone wants to help me.”

  Randy was like light striking electrons, first exciting them then making them jump out of their shells.

  His fingers flew through the row of buttons. After lowering her shirt down her arms, he tossed her top onto a saddle. His lids lowered a bit when he saw the sports bra underneath, but he didn’t seem to be phased by the obstruction. His fingers slid under the material and slowly lifted it up while his gaze stayed focused on her eyes. Lust pooled in his gaze, and she’d never been more turned on by the forbidden nature of what they were about to do.

  She was so focused on him taking off her clothes that she forgot to get him out of his. Once the top half of her body was exposed, Randy took advantage of her nakedness. His head dropped and his mouth clamped onto her nipple. The tension shot straight through her as carnal joy sizzled straight down to her pussy.

  Her breath caught when his teeth lifted the tip. “You still think I’m a little girl?”

  “I ain’t finished exploring yet. I’ll get back to you.” He drew the other nipple into his mouth and her whole body sang.

  She always considered Blake to be the one with the great sense of humor, but Randy was more intensely sexual when he teased her. She threaded her hands over his head and tugged on the piece of hair that hung over his forehead. His muscles bulged as he held on to her waist and wreaked havoc with her breast.

  Gus might wonder what they were doing. “Hurry.”

  He lifted his head. “Not on your life.”

  They had been apart for too long. Need erased all reason. When he wasn’t paying attention, she unsnapped her jeans and lowered her pants over her hips. Randy must have taken notice for he stepped back, his gaze a bit distracted.

  He reached into his back pocket, withdrew his wallet, and extracted a condom. “Let me get a blanket.”

  He pulled a horse blanket off the shelf and tossed it beneath the post. At first she didn’t understand what he planned until he strode toward her, picked her up, and carried her to the post. “The blanket is to stand on. I want you upright when I take you.”

  Her heart beat against her rib cage. She’d been dreaming about him since they’d gone to the museum together. They both took off their boots and pants.

  “Let me do the ab reveal.”

  His chin tucked in. “What’s that?”

  She laughed. “I take off your shirt slowly until all your abdominal muscles are exposed.”

  “I think you just like to look at my tattoos.” He winked.

  “I’m sure that’s all I care about.” Hardly. “Raise your arms.” Taking her time, she lifted his shirt, admiring the rippled muscles. “Your body is amazing.”

  He waited until after she’d removed his shirt to respond. “The better to hold you.”

  “Oh, yeah?” She’d threaded her thumbs under her panties and started to pull them down when he gently squeezed her wrists.

  “Let me.”

  “My pleasure.”

  He got on his knees and pulled her panties down a few inches with his teeth. His lips brushed against her skin, setting her on fire. He inhaled. “I can’t tell you how long I’ve been thinking about this.”

  “I’m always available to you.”

  He smiled then leaned forward. She tensed, waiting for the rush of joy that was sure to blast her. When his tongue darted in between her pussy lips, she reached behind her and grabbed hold of the pole to keep steady.

  “If that pole wasn’t so rough, I might be tempted to tie you to it.”

  She laughed. “You’d have to squat a foot to get in me.” He was twelve inches taller.

  “You’d be worth it.”

  When had Randy turned so sentimental? Was he falling for her? Her pulse raced at the possibility. “Aww. Thank you.”

  He glanced up before returning his attention where she wanted it to be. He grabbed her thighs and tried to widen her stance but must have recognized the restriction. “These gotta go.”

  The panties disappeared. “You’re still half-dressed.”

  “Don’t worry. When I’m ready, you’ll get to see all of me.”

  The thought stimulated her. When he plunged two fingers
into her pussy, her scent overpowered even the heavy aroma of hay and horse. She arched her back when he crooked his fingers and brought every cell inside her to life.

  “I like that.”

  His response was to slip his fingers out and use them to hold open her lower lips. Then he planted his mouth on her opening and sucked. She jerked at the erotic stimulation. His teeth nibbled on her little bundle of nerves. She grabbed his shoulders and leaned forward. It almost wasn’t fair that he and Blake always wanted to pleasure her first.

  “Can I play with you?”

  He pulled back. “You sure?”

  Was he implying there was a chance he might come prematurely? “Yes.”

  Now he removed his chaps and his pants. Leave it to Randy to be wearing nothing underneath. My God, but he was a magnificent specimen. His huge cock was flat against his stomach. She dropped to her knees in worship and studied the inked swirls that wrapped around his waist and led right to his cock.

  Someday she’d ask what the symbols meant, but right now, all she could think of was touching and sucking on him.

  “You going to stare at it all day or touch me?” His voice nearly cracked.

  “Just appreciating it first.”

  He chuckled as if he understood what it meant to be awed by beauty. With the tip of her finger, she traced the line made by his large, pulsating vein. His hands clenched for a moment as if he had to work to control his urges. That gave her such a feeling of power. To bring Randy Stark, ultimate fighter extraordinaire, to his knees would be such a high.

  She pulled him closer to better be able to suck on him. With one hand, she cupped his large balls, and with the other she pulled down his cock. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth, pretending he was about to fuck her moist, warm cunt. She drew the tip in and licked the large, mushroom-shaped head. Even with her eyes closed, she could feel the tension raging through him.

  She massaged his balls while she pushed forward, encapsulating his cock as much as she could. Soon his dick reached the dead end. She used her other hand to eat up the rest of him. While she moved her hand forward and back, making sure to use the right amount of pressure, she guided her lips to go to the tip and return. Two more round trips bought moans and groans. His fingers threaded her hair as she sucked and licked him. She’d never felt more special.

  He stepped back. “This cowboy is taking away your reins. It’s my turn. You ready for me?”

  His dark eyes had turned black. “You aren’t going to whip me, are you?” She’d meant like a cowboy often smacks a horse on his rear to make it go faster, not that she actually wanted him to use leather on her ass.

  Her pussy moistened just thinking about what that heat might do.

  “You want that?” His smile melted her.

  “Maybe.”

  Keeping an eye on her, he stepped five feet to a peg on the wall that held a small crop. “Bend over.”

  Could she do this? Her pussy screamed yes. She held on to the post and spread her legs wide.

  “You sure? It’s going to sting.”

  “Yes.”

  The first impact was soft, but it did hurt a bit. When she didn’t whimper and kept her stance, he must have figured she liked it. The next hit was a bit stronger. The aftermath had the desired effect of heating her up.

  “More?”

  “Yes.” This time the crop came down with more force and actually hurt. She bet her ass would be cherry red. She should tell him to stop, but the connection she felt by sharing this experience nearly overwhelmed her. She wanted the pain. “Again.”

  This time he whipped her ass harder, and she cried out. He dropped the crop and pulled her up into his embrace. “Oh, babe. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

  She swallowed. “I wanted you to.”

  He rubbed her back and massaged her ass. As his fingers got close to her asshole, she couldn’t help but think about having Randy in her pussy and Blake in her ass. Those thoughts made her juice up more.

  She turned around in his arms. “Fuck me hard.”

  “You are my secret temptation.” He chewed on her bottom lip as he guided her back to stand on the blanket. “I dream every night of packing you full of my cock.”

  “I love when you talk dirty to me.”

  He grabbed the condom he’d set on a table and pulled it on before she had the chance to ask if she could have the pleasure. He clasped onto her waist and lifted her up. Her back pressed against the wide post as he kissed her. She wrapped her legs around him to support herself. Randy and she opened their mouths at the same time. As if they had never kissed before, they parried and thrust, exploring each other. It was more than a kiss. They were learning about each other, transferring a bit of their souls with each touch.

  She loved him. There was no doubt about it. Then his cock was at her entrance. He held on to her butt cheeks and cleaved her pussy with his dick. The first push made her contract her walls. His jaw tightened as if she’d lit the fuse and he was about to explode.

  “I love how fucking tight you are.”

  She pushed up with her thighs then dropped back down, taking in more of him. His thumbs found her nipples, and he rubbed them hard. She leaned her head back and hit her skull against the post. “Ow.”

  “Babe.” He stepped back and tapped her thighs. “Turn around like you were before. That way I can play with your tits.”

  She did as he asked. She expected him to slide right in. Instead he kissed her ass. “That helps.”

  She didn’t regret the whipping. In fact, in a few days she might ask him to do it again. He leaned over her and peeled open her lips. When his cock made contact, her pussy heated. Instead of being gentle like he had been, he thrust into her, taking her breath away. The intensity made her soar. His hands found her breasts, and the double pleasure caused a rolling spasm to race through her. Every touch electrified her.

  “Faster.”

  He pulled on her nipples as he pounded into her. Explosions of need traipsed along her spine. Her climax built as he twisted and rubbed the tips. One hand deserted her breast but relocated to her pussy. He pressed on her clit until her juices spewed.

  Randy lowered his head and kissed her neck. “I need you.” His words were muffled, but their meaning clear.

  Torrents of ecstasy rained down on her. As he nibbled on her ear and fucked her hard, his chest inflamed her reddened ass. Every nerve ending in her body caught on fire. “Oh, Randy. Yes!”

  Passion met love as her climax swept her away. Her breaths rushed out of her. He grabbed her thighs and leaned back. He took one last shove and held still. His cock stretched her pussy as he came, and the heat from his jism nearly burned her. For a moment, she wished he hadn’t worn a condom. The thought of having his baby thrilled her.

  Randy’s short nails made indents in her hips. “I can’t move.”

  She understood. She wondered if after the referee raised his hand in victory, he was as paralyzed.

  Eventually, he pulled out. From his back pocket, he pulled a clean bandana. “There’s no water here, but maybe this will help.” He reached between her legs and wiped her clean.

  Gus was making a lot of noise near the stalls. She bet he’d heard an earful with all the noise she was making. Embarrassed, she slipped on her panties and tugged up her jeans. Randy was faster about getting dressed.

  When she was presentable, she remembered why she’d come in. She debated not attempting to ride, but she had something to prove to herself. “You have enough energy to go riding?”

  “Does a cage fighter hit hard?”

  That analogy didn’t quite fit, but she didn’t care. His smile was her reward. “Is Fleet of Foot up for a romp?”

  “Let’s go see.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  April’s ass sure was sore. Riding might not have been the best thing to do right now, but she wanted a better environment when she approached Randy about the audition.

  They
’d cleared the barn when he stopped and faced her. “I’ve been watching you. The key to riding fast is to relax your legs. If you’re tense, the horse will sense it. He’ll take over.”

  “Which is what happened the last time. I got afraid of going too fast, which only caused the horse to go faster.” She chuckled. “Right now I don’t have any strength in my legs. Trust me, there will be no tension coming from me.”

  He reached over and squeezed her arm. “I’ll be right beside you.”

  She inhaled. “Okay.”

  Both kicked their respective horses. April shot ahead of Randy, but True Blood caught up in seconds. Fleet of Foot must have sensed the two were in a race because when Randy’s horse sped up, her horse did, too.

  She leaned over and shouted, “Good, boy.”

  She was scared out of her mind, but she forced her legs to relax. Letting go of the horn wasn’t an option right now. Wanting to break that fear barrier, she nudged her horse’s flank again.

  “Holy moly, I’m flying.”

  The wind made her hat flap, and the dust kicked up and got in her eyes every once in a while, but the fear of going this fast had morphed into exhilaration. It was almost like being spanked or whipped. It was scary at first, but then it turned into something fantastic.

  True Blood came into her field of vision and she looked over at Randy. He slowed down his horse, and she followed suit. Her heart pounded in her chest as both horses obeyed.

  “You okay?” He looked worried.

  She leaned her head back and laughed. “I did it!”

  His grin came out wide. “Yes, you did. Want to race me back?”

  That wasn’t her plan. “Can we head over to that copse of trees and rest? My ass is kind of sore.”

  “Sure. When you get down, I’ll check it out.”

  He was such a character. She pressed Fleet of Foot’s side, and he responded by charging ahead. Good thing she had a solid grip. Keeping her head down and her ass a bit off the saddle, they raced to the copse. When they reached their destination, she pulled on the reins. Once he stopped, she patted her horse and slipped to the ground.