Western Romance: In Too Deep (Naked Bluff, Texas Book 2) Page 3

  Stepping to her side, he bent and lifted her up into his arms. “Sugar, let’s move you into the bedroom where you’ll be more comfortable.”

  She moaned and nuzzled her face against his neck. “It’s so hot in here. Can you help me get out of this dress?”

  He smiled at the invitation to remove her clothes and strolled across the room. With her three sheets into the wind, he had no intention of doing anything besides enjoying the view. “Sure, as soon as I set you on the bed.”

  “Thank you.” She raked a hand through his hair. Her fingers massaged his scalp. She murmured, “I have no resistance when it comes to a blond-haired, blue-eyed fiend.”

  She giggled, “Let’s just strip off our clothes and fuck like bunnies.”

  “What about your foot? Does it still hurt?” Logan tried to remain grounded, even though his groin tightened with need and he had to work not to take her suggestion seriously.

  A frown formed on her brow. “Hey. What did I do to it?”

  “You twisted it, remember?” He eased her onto the bed and grabbed an extra pillow that was leaning against the headboard.

  “Man, it hurts like the devil.” She lifted her leg as if touching the surface hurt.

  Balling up the bundle of fluff, he shoved the pillow under her calf to hold her foot aloft.

  She sighed and clawed at the buttons of her dress. “It’s hotter than a billy-goat in a pepper patch in here.”

  Familiar with wild southern expressions, Logan tugged her skirt up around her waist and shoved it over her hips. Every second revealed another inch of milky-white flesh. The back of his fingers brushed her soft-as-silk skin. He struggled to ignore the alluring caress and focus on the task at hand.

  “Now, if you’ll rise a bit, I’ll pull this over your head.” Logan yanked the fabric upward and freed her from both her dress and her camisole.

  “Oh, that feels so much better.” Sadie sank back onto her mattress and stared at him. “If you’ll simply shuck off your clothes, then we’ll heat the house up in another way.”

  “What?” The deep exclamation from the doorway had Logan turning.

  He noted the stranger’s appearance and threw the dress back over Sadie’s exposed body before he stepped forward and blocked access to the bed. “Who the hell are you?”

  The young man puffed out his chest and stalked closer. “I’m her brother-in-law. Who are you?”

  Great, her foe has arrived. From Sadie’s earlier reference to her in-laws, Logan had garnered she didn’t appreciate their interference in her life. “I’m Mrs. Pepperman’s new helper.”

  “Oh, Kirk, you’re just in time. You can watch as Logan and I make love.” Sadie’s slurred words revealed her inebriated state. “Richard always claimed you enjoyed peeking through the window whenever we were together.”

  “Are you drunk?” The other man stepped to the end of the bed and grabbed hold of the iron railing. A stout man of short stature, he appeared mesmerized by the vision of Sadie before him.

  “No,” she argued and waved a hand through the air. “I kicked back a dose of whiskey to sooth the pain in my foot.”

  “Holy Moses, what did you do to yourself?” The man ran a finger over her swollen flesh and turned an evil eye to Logan.

  “Don’t blame me. She did it on her own.” He noticed how the man glided his hand over her leg with an almost possessive element to his touch. Did her brother-in-law have feelings for her? Were they lovers?

  Logan didn’t recall her mentioning any special bond to anyone in her husband’s family.

  “Maybe, but you did undress her.” The man’s gray eyes narrowed and lines wrinkled his brow. “She also invited you into her bed. What exactly are your intentions?”

  “Oh, my, two men fighting over little-old me.” Sadie whipped her dress aside and her slurred words rang through the room. “Who wants to go first?”

  “What?”

  “Me.” Kirk rounded the end of the bed.

  Hindering the other man’s progress, Logan barred the way to the bed. “Sorry partner, but you’re shit out of luck. Neither of us is touching her until the whiskey has worked its way out of her system.”

  “And how do you plan to stop me?” The other man clamped his hand around Sadie’s uninjured ankle and glided his fingers ever closer to the lips of her pussy. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for over two years.”

  “Then you can wait awhile longer.” Logan tapped the man on the shoulder and pointed to the doorway.

  Kirk lifted his gaze, a lecherous glint displaying the man’s raw hunger. His mouth straightened into a thin line and he didn’t budge. “You’re the stranger here. I suggest you leave.”

  “Why don’t we both leave and give her a chance to rest?” Logan had no intentions of fighting the man. After all, he was her brother-in-law and probably felt as if he should protect her. Yet if that were the case, why wasn’t he dragging Logan from the room?

  Kirk glanced at Sadie’s leg and shook his head. “You don’t know what she’s like when she fucks. She goes wild, begging and screaming for you to slam into her harder. I’ve heard her and had the delight of staring at her beautiful body as my brother took her in every way imaginable.”

  Anger lit in Logan’s gut. Did Sadie’s husband have no more respect for her than to allow his brother to see them make love?

  Logan recalled Sadie mentioning she ran the farm by herself. “When was this?”

  “Almost four years, come December. She and Richard moved into my parent’s house after they got married, and lived with us for a while.” Kirk stroked his fingers slowly along her leg as if he was remembering the events.

  “How old were you at the time?” Logan couldn’t envision the young man in front of him now being more than a boy.

  “I’m a few months older than Sadie.” Kirk spoke as if talking to himself, “I was sixteen, but I knew someday she’d be mine. Richard loved to travel and couldn’t stay in one place too long without getting restless. Every time he left he told me to keep an eye on her.

  “I’ve worked since we found out about Richard’s death to convince her to marry me. Once we make love, she’ll have no other choice but to say yes.” Kirk raised his head. A sinister grin passed over his lips before he slammed his free hand into Logan’s chest and plowed forward.

  Knocked back a step, Logan grabbed the man’s shoulders and shoved. The momentum slowed and Logan’s back hit the wall with a low thud instead of a bone-jarring crash. He recovered quickly and lifted his arm to block the punch heading for his chin.

  “She’s mine.” Kirk drove his other hand into Logan’s gut, knocking the air temporarily from his lungs. “Mine to taste, mine to fuck, mine to do with as I please.”

  Tired of taking it easy on the boy, Logan hoisted up his knee and landed a blow to the kid’s crotch.

  Wheezing from a direct hit to his balls, Kirk stumbled backward and caught the side of the bed before he dropped to the floor.

  Sadie moaned and shifted on the mattress. “Can we talk about this later? Right now, I’m tired.”

  Logan pushed away from the wall and stepped next to the bed. With her eyes closed, she appeared to be asleep, the soothing effects of the whiskey finally lulling her into resting.

  More determined than ever to boot the other man from the room, Logan grabbed Kirk’s collar and dragged him to his feet. “Funny but you didn’t say anything about love.”

  Groaning in pain, the young man stumbled out of the bedroom. Logan didn’t allow the boy to pause. He rammed a hand into his back to keep him moving. Kirk lurched for the dining table and collapsed onto a bench.

  Logan stepped to the table, his fists knotted at his side and waited for Kirk to catch his breath. “So give me one good reason why I shouldn’t beat you to a bloody pulp?”

  Chapter Four

  The pain resonating in her body started with a dull ache in her scalp and ran through her stomach to end at her toes. Sadie struggled with determining which body part hu
rt more. Damn, I should’ve known better.

  Images of two men standing beside her bed flashed through her head. She shifted on the bed. A relentless throbbing awoke in her ankle, clarifying the reason behind her indulging in whiskey.

  “Logan,” she croaked out, the sound barely rising above a whisper. He’d been outside putting away the wagon earlier while she’d...

  She ran her hand over the quilt. How did she get to bed? Had he carried her?

  Again, the image of him standing over her filtered through her mind. A shadowy figure stood beside him.

  “How are you feeling?” The masculine tone and the gentle touch on her hand forced her eyes open.

  She blinked, curious as to why the room was so dark. The moonlight shining in through the window cast shadows across his face.

  “What time is it?”

  “Near midnight. How’s the foot doing?” Logan eased onto the bed and held her hand.

  Unable to keep from staring at his chiseled jaw and golden hair, she rolled her hand over and clasped onto his. The notion of what she might have said to him while drunk, played havoc with her thoughts. “Tell me I didn’t make a fool of myself.”

  He grinned. The corner of his eyes crinkled in amusement. “You certainly turn into a sexy siren when you’re drunk. You invited both me and your brother-in-law into your bed.”

  The other man...oh, no, he...she glanced quickly around the room. “Where is he?”

  The smile vanished from Logan’s face. “He left.”

  “Really? I’d have thought...” Other images fluttered in her mind. Blurred pictures she worked to decipher. Had she allowed Kirk to make love to her?

  The idea of him even touching her turned her stomach and the pain in her head increased. She closed her eyes and whispered, “Please tell me nothing happened.”

  “Not because he didn’t want it to, but I convinced him you needed to rest.”

  Logan’s reassurance helped ease the sudden nausea in her gut.

  “Thank you.”

  “You might not be saying that when he shows up here again.” Logan’s remark pulled her out of her aching stupor.

  She batted her eyelids and drew his face back into focus. “Why?”

  He shrugged. “We didn’t part on the best of terms.”

  Suddenly, she noticed that he didn’t have on a shirt. The well-developed muscles in his shoulders curved into strong arms and a broad chest. She recalled how much she craved his touch before she sprained her ankle. Did he have feelings for her, too? Was that his reason for him protecting her from her brother-in-law?

  Not caring at the moment about Kirk, she squeezed Logan’s hand. “Promise to tell me about it later. Right now, I want a drink of water.”

  He stepped over to the dresser to retrieve a glass before he returned to his place beside her on the bed. “I thought you might be a little thirsty when you woke up.”

  Handling her tenderly, he slid an arm under her shoulders and held her close, before placing the tumbler against her lips.

  The cool water flowed into her mouth and down her parched throat. She drank greedily, amazed by the sweet flavor running over her tongue.

  After a few more swallows, he tilted the drink away and placed the glass on the floor. “That should do you for a while.”

  “Thanks,” she groaned and rested her head on his shoulder. Her arms automatically slipped around his waist and she snuggled closer. “I wish I could simply rest beside you tonight.”

  He tightened his grip briefly and then guided his hand down her bare back. “With the whiskey having worn off, the pain in your ankle is only going to get worst. I don’t see you getting much sleep.”

  Added the ankle to the pounding in her head, she figured he had a good gasp of the situation. Though being close to him helped relieve the loneliness she’d suffered since her husband had left.

  The subdued lighting and the lateness of the hour had her struggling to decide what to do. Should she tell him to go sleep in the barn, or invite him into her bed?

  Unable to bear the thought of spending another night alone, she shifted restlessly. The light blanket that had covered her slipped lower between them. The smooth wall of his chest caressed her nipples. They tightened into agonizing points of desire. The will to act responsibly fled. She recalled the passionate connection of having a man deep inside her body.

  “Perhaps you can distract me from the pain.”

  He turned his head; his cheek nuzzled hers. His fingers on her back skated over her ribs, and he nudged the underside of her breasts. “What did you have in mind?”

  “That we finish what we started by the river.” She ran her hands through his hair and shifted away, allowing him access to her neck. How was it possible to resist such a handsome man?

  He followed her suggestion and nibbled along her jawline to her ear. “Is this a coy way of saying you want to make love?”

  Remembering how he insisted on hearing the words, she turned to catch his gaze. The intensity of his blazing-blue eyes seared her like a branding iron, conveying a demand for that simple sign of compliance. Did he demand complete submission to his will?

  Could she?

  “And if I say yes?”

  He smiled and eased her to the mattress. “Then you’re mine for as long as I want you.”

  “Or until you decide to leave. After all, weren’t you and your friend headed somewhere before stopping to rest by the river?”

  Logan stood; his hand dropped to the top button of his pants. “Yes, we were heading to Galveston, but I believe our plans have changed, at least for the time being.”

  Captivated by his fingers working his fly free, Sadie noticed the round head of his cock peeking out of the opening. She licked her lips and lifted her gaze to his. “How long do you think, it’ll be before you move on?”

  She shifted restlessly and her ankle reminded her why he was standing in her bedroom. “Because with this bum foot, I’m not sure how soon I’ll be back on my feet. I’d like you to stick around until I can at least handle the farm’s chores on my own.”

  “I’m sure it’s going to take Zack and your friend a few days to get back here. Once they do, we can discuss options for sticking around for a while longer.” He tugged his pants off his waist and they dropped to his knees.

  The movement drew attention to his crotch and the thick cock nestled between his legs. She fought the hungry ache in her core and remembered the intense satisfaction of having a man. Her headache receded, and she wondered about her mother’s adage about good sex curing every ailment.

  Logan tempted her further by cupping his hands around the base of his cock and guided his palms along the length.

  She groaned, “Do you want me to beg?”

  He grinned, a wicked parting of lips that revealed a line of white teeth. “No, you have to trust me to give you what you need.”

  Yes, she was hungry for the intense thrill of an orgasm. However, she also knew what a man might demand to provide her with such passion. Her husband had pushed her limits of what was proper by allowing his younger brother to watch while they made love. He had a few other quirks, most of which set her on fire. Still... “What do you get?”

  “A woman who does what I tell her.”

  Sadie laughed, not seeing herself taking orders from anyone. “Inside or outside the bedroom?”

  “Both.”

  The serious glint in his glare wiped away the spark of amusement his comment had caused. She gulped in air and shook her head. “I can’t allow you so much control.”

  “You will. You just require the right incentive.” He stepped to the bed and drew the blanket that had once covered her into a tight ball. “From what I learned from your brother-in-law your husband was a little careless with you. I have no intentions of letting any man near you. Once we make love. You are mine and will gladly submit to my demands.”

  Stunned by the possessive quality of his voice, Sadie gasped, “Are you serious?”

  Lo
gan nodded and bent forward. He shoved the blanket under the calf of her injured leg and elevated her foot. “I like to be in charge and won’t hesitate to turn you over my knee or tie you to the bed to pleasure you in any way that I want.”

  The idea percolated through her head, and a growing excitement sprang to life. Did he want to stand beside her and not allow anyone else close? Still, could she submit to his will? Was this the reason why he sought her approval before he made love to her?

  Logan stared at her, his gaze running from the curls covering her mound to her breasts. Then their eyes connected. The heat in his desire burned her and set off a hunger in her core.

  “Logan, I’ve been in charge of my life for a long time.” Sadie fidgeted her hips on the sheets, widening the space between her legs. “I’m not sure I can do what you’re asking.”

  As if he had no doubt as to his ability to bend her to his will, he eased her uninjured leg off the bed. Then he lowered to the surface and stared at her pussy. “Sugar, right now my only concern is where I want to touch you first.”

  Uncertain if they’d have more than a day or two together, Sadie let the subject drop and waved him forward. “Why don’t you come up here and kiss me?”

  “Not yet.” He leaned closer and locked his hands over her inner thighs, holding her in place. His intense glare spoke of his intention to taste her cream and drive her wild with his lips. His nostrils flared, and he covered her intimate lips with his hot mouth.

  Raw lust coursed through her. She threw back her head. Her fingers curled into the bedding. She stared at the ceiling, amazed by how her body instantly responded to his touch. “Logan, please.”

  He answered with an erotic swipe from one end of her slit to the other. Then he fluttered his tongue against her clit, driving her crazy with the teasing strokes. He offered her a few more lashes before he speared a long, wide finger deep inside her core.

  She screamed.

  The unexpected penetration barely registered before he stretched her again with two fingers. Her muscles contracted and she panted for air. The pure bliss wiped her mind and obliterated every other sensation in her body.