Chapter 2

Chapter

Two

P resent Day

“I was restless and didn’t want to wake you, so I went for a ride…” she said lamely.

Mac pushed her onto her belly and swatted her ass three times. There were times he wondered how stupid she thought he was.

“Damn it, Mac, that hurts.”

“Don’t you tap dance with the truth with me. We both know you moved some of those damn mustangs from a place you didn’t think they were safe to someplace you felt they were. Don’t we?” he growled, his palm itching to do more than just sting her tail a few times.

Willa wiggled onto her side and smiled seductively. She trailed her hand trail down his softly furred chest, stopping to outline his well-developed pecs and washboard abs, following the line of dark hair past his naval to his fully erect cock. He really needed to get better at deflecting her obvious ways of trying to avoid a spanking. The fact was he never woke up without a hard-on, mainly because his cock knew it would find Willa’s pussy wet and willing.

“Wouldn’t you rather fuck than fuss?” she purred.

“What I’d rather is not reach for you to pull you underneath me and find you missing. Damn it, Willa, were the horses being held by some of the rustlers?”

“Held?”

Mac swore and reached over, swatting her another handful of times, but not allowing her to move away from him. He was pissed, but he was horny, and he meant to get between her legs before she got out of bed again.

“I’m going to take that as a yes. Jesus, woman. You and I are going to have to come to a meeting of the minds about this bullshit mission you seem to be on.”

“It’s not bullshit, Mac. It’s important to me.”

He took a deep breath, trying not to lose his temper, but this was becoming a bad and frequent habit. As the price per pound for horses in Canada and Mexico continued to rise, there were groups of rustlers who were exploiting the market and making serious money. Willa’s actions were putting her in the crosshairs of some dangerous men, who would think nothing of shooting her and leaving her to rot in the desert.

“I know it is, Cowgirl, but those guys are bad news, and going up against them all by yourself just isn’t smart. At some point, they might start playing hardball.”

“I might point out to you, Marshal McDaniel, I can take care of myself.” She allowed her hand to trace the base of his cock. “After all, I got the drop on you the first time we met, didn’t I? Mac?”

“What?” he growled, becoming more aroused with each passing moment.

“Shut up and kiss me,” she whispered against his lips.

“I’m going to do a whole lot more than kiss you, Willa, and if you aren’t careful, I’m going step up the consequences of you ignoring me about this. Damn it, woman, you’re going to follow the rules… especially those meant to keep you safe.”

Mac knew she wasn’t inclined to listen at this point. The fact was if he didn’t put her over his knee again, scolding her was fairly pointless. She was stubborn, and while he could usually redirect her behavior, his job kept him away from home too often to be really effective. He needed to figure something out. He didn’t like having to spank her right before he went into the field or the first night he got home. He knew she’d become adept at hiding what she was up to. Somehow, he’d slipped into the bad habit of not asking her, and she just skated around the truth.

All his thoughts about cracking down on her were rapidly being replaced by thoughts of getting between her legs and fucking her silly. The fact was as much as he enjoyed spanking Willa, and as much as she needed it, they both preferred when he allowed himself to be maneuvered into making love instead of taking care of business. He knew she was topping from the bottom, but all he wanted at the moment was to sink his hard shaft into her wet heat. He groaned as she wrapped her hand around his hard cock and stroked him, never quite going past its head. She wiggled closer to him, and he reached around to grasp her buttocks, smiling as she winced. The sting wouldn’t last long, but at least he’d made his point. He pulled her against him as his dick nudged between her legs.

Mac brought his mouth down, capturing hers in a passionate kiss. His tongue dueled with hers for supremacy, and he didn’t let up until she surrendered to him. In this, at least, he was always dominant. He pushed her onto her back and trailed a line of kisses from her mouth down to her breasts. Taking an engorged nipple into his mouth to suck, he was encouraged to feel her body yield to desire as he tugged and nipped her pebbled peak.

“Mac,” she sighed his name as she pushed his hand down between her legs.

“What’s the matter, Cowgirl? You want something more than my mouth on your tits?”

“Yes, damn it,” she snarled.

Mac could sense her arousal feeding her aggravation, with the latter getting the upper hand. Her body began to lose its inherent suppleness that existed when she had succumbed to her own need for him. She squirmed and tried to put distance between them. Past experience taught him he could turn that annoyance back to passion, and dominating her sexually would result in her being more inclined to follow his lead. While spanking had a part in their relationship, his ability to force her to capitulate to him in bed allowed him to work off some of his own irritation and made Willa much easier to handle.

“Don’t I always give you what you need?” he asked seductively as he soothed her body.

“Mac,” she threatened.

He chuckled as he moved his mouth from one breast to the other, and the hand she’d been trying to get him to use to play with her clit and pussy, instead pinching and tugging her tightly beaded and overly sensitized nipple.

“Naughty girl. I think someone needs to be tamed.”

“You know, Marshal, I could find someone else to share my bed.”

“No, you couldn’t. Not that you wouldn’t have a lot of offers, but I’d run off any bastard looking to trespass on what I consider mine.”

Willa smiled and nuzzled him, kissing and nipping along his strong jawline. “And would I be included in the things that belong to you?”

“Damn straight, Cowgirl. You know you’re mine, right?”

“Maybe,” she said coyly. “But if you don’t quit fucking around, that could change.”

“I see,” he drawled. “How about I spend enough time between your legs, you can’t walk for the rest of the day?”

She giggled.

“Or better yet…” He moved swiftly, flipping her once more onto her belly. When she tried to roll back over, he delivered another set of sharp, staccato swats to her bottom.

Mac knelt between her legs, grasping her by the hips to raise her ass, so his cock had a direct line to her pussy as he surged forward. He groaned when the head of his cock breached the opening to her molten core, and she contracted around him in a precursor to orgasm, signaling he had engaged not only her physical arousal but her emotional and mental ones as well.

“Mac,” she said in a half-sigh of pleasure and half-growl at being put in such a submissive position.

He swatted her backside another two times, and she yelped in response.

“You do not sneak out on me, put yourself in danger, then slip back into bed, looking to get laid.”

“Wanna bet?” she challenged, trying to rise up, so she was on her elbows as he drove into her.

“Down,” he said as he plunged relentlessly into her.

“No,” she snarled.

Mac released her hip with one hand and spanked her several more times.

“Down.”

“No,” she cried as a powerful climax seized her.

“You know, Cowgirl, I think you like having your ass spanked more than you’re willing to admit.”

Mac didn’t let up pummeling her pussy. Every time she went to rise, he swatted her ass and pressed her back into the mattress, saying, “Down.”

Over and over, they struggled, vying for power. He stroked her hard and long with a steady rhythm he knew she responded to. The feeling of her pussy contracting around him as he thrust into her was exquisite. He’d never had a woman who provided him with as much pleasure as Willa did. She was highly sexual and incredibly responsive. He hammered her repeatedly until he felt her capitulate to his dominance and surrender her physical responses to him. Her body began to respond of its own accord, willingly surrendering to him. Her breathing became more erratic, and she moaned as he fucked her. She stopped trying to rise up into a less submissive position and allowed her body to become soft and languid as she accepted, he was in control of their pleasure.

“Good girl,” he whispered, moving his hips faster and harder, slamming his pelvis into her bottom.

“Mac, please,” she called, shuddering with another orgasm.

“No more sneaking out, Willa. I mean it. I swear to God, next time, I’ll spank you silly before I fuck you so hard, you can’t walk.”

He drove into her unrelentingly, his own release imminent. Ruthlessly, he plundered her pussy with his cock, calling her name as he shot thick ropes of his creamy essence into her sheath. Her pussy clamped down hard, spasming around his cock as a series of mini-orgasms wracked her body.

He collapsed on top of her, breathing heavy. Kissing the nape of her neck, he pushed himself off her, stroking her body. He whispered kisses all along her spine as he gently withdrew from her and eased her onto her side before lying down next to her and kissing her lips.

“I miss you when I don’t find you here… and I worry.”

“I know, babe,” she said, tracing random geometric patterns along his torso with her finger. “I miss you when you’re gone, and I worry, too.”

“It’s my job, Willa.”

“It’s an intrinsic part of me, Mac. Let’s not argue. Do you have to leave?”

He smiled. When they’d first become a couple, she hadn’t been a fan of sleeping wrapped in his arms, but over time, she had come to crave and enjoy the closeness they shared.

“Are you asking me to cuddle with you, Cowgirl?”

“Yes,” she admitted quietly.

He stretched out, rolled onto his back, and pulled her close, tucking her under his shoulder so she could rest her head on his chest.

“Good, because I like cuddling with you.”

They snuggled close as they fell asleep.

Several hours later, when Mac woke, he reached for her and found yet again, she was no longer at his side. He’d started to growl when the enticing aroma of her famous applewood-smoked bacon reached him. Smiling, he swung his legs over the side of the bed and pulled on his jeans.

He found her standing in the morning light in the kitchen. The sight that greeted him was one that would never fail to lift his spirits and his cock. He could feel the familiar tightening in his groin. Willa was breathtaking in a casual but sensual way. She’d pulled on one of his hugely oversized sweaters that hung to mid-thigh and had a deep V-neck. It was stretched out of shape and revealed little, although it did cling to her ample breasts and hips. There was nothing artificial about her. Her long, blonde hair was loosely pulled away from her face, and her hazel eyes reflected her untamed and joyful nature. She looked up to see him coming close and blew him a kiss.

“I was going to bring you breakfast in bed.”

“If you’d woken me up and asked, I’d have told you what I wanted to eat wasn’t in the kitchen.”

She looked around. “What did you…?” She stopped short. He could see her body flush with the beginnings of arousal from the hunger in his voice, not for what she had in the cast-iron skillet. “I would think you had enough of that earlier this morning.”

“I was well laid, but I didn’t feast on that wild honey you keep between your legs.”

He grinned as she blushed.

“Go sit down at the table, and I’ll bring you your breakfast.”

“Okay.”

She left the stove long enough to bring the French-press coffeepot and a mug to the table for him, dancing away as he tried to capture her.

“If you make me burn it, you have to eat it, anyway.”

“Don’t you worry, Cowgirl.” Mac smiled lasciviously. “I’m planning on eating whatever you put on the table… even what you don’t.”

She shook her head and finished putting breakfast together. Watching Willa cook was something he enjoyed. He smiled as she checked the omelet to make sure it hadn’t burned and was ready for the filling of bacon, feta, scallions, and spinach, along with salt and pepper. Deftly folding the omelet, she slid it onto a platter, pulled the crispy roasted red potatoes from the oven, and placed them in a bowl. She grabbed forks and napkins and took the food to him. After she put the breakfast on the table, she moved toward the kitchen.

Mac had other plans. Before she could complete her turn, he pulled her onto his lap and trapped her there. In an effort to stifle her protest, he ran a hand up under her sweater to tease her nipples. Her sharp inhalation and stiffening buds told him she wasn’t necessarily done being pleasured.

“Breakfast will get cold,” she chided him.

He removed his hand, giving both of her nipples an engaging tug and pinch as he did so. Willa tried to push her way off his lap, but he held her tight.

“Uh-uh,” he said, cutting into the omelet and bringing the fork to her mouth. “I’m not done yet. If you don’t want a cold breakfast, you’d best stay where you are.”

“You’re impossible…” she started to say as Mac slipped the fork into her mouth.

He took a bite of the omelet for himself, then speared several pieces of roasted potatoes and held them up for her to eat. Willa smiled and settled on his lap while they shared the meal she had prepared.

When the food was gone, Mac cleared the dishes out of the way and placed Willa on the table in front of him with her legs on either side of his body. Gently, he pressed her down onto her back as he lifted the sweater to reveal the hallowed place between her legs. He pried them apart and lowered his mouth to her.

“Mac…” she sighed.

“I told you I was going to eat whatever was on the table. Now you’re on the table, and I plan to have my fill.”

He used his fingers to gently reveal her swollen clit. Mac would have sworn he could see it throb. He knew for a fact, his cock was becoming uncomfortable in its confinement. He lifted her legs over his shoulders as he focused his attention on the aroused gem, then lowered his head and feasted.

Swirling his tongue around her, he sucked gently as his fingers sought and found her pussy. Willa moaned as they found their proper place, and he scissored them. She pushed at his head, but it was an empty gesture. As he stroked her G-spot and sucked her clit with the same rhythm and intensity, she brought her fist up to her mouth, biting down to keep from crying out. He enveloped the little button with his mouth and sucked while flicking the very end of it with his tongue, something he had learned to mimic from her when she was going down on him.

“Jesus, Mac,” she cried as she raised her upper body off the table.

Mac stood, using one hand to support her and the other on her breastbone to press her onto the table. He kissed her clit one last time as he licked his way down to her weeping pussy. Rolling his tongue into a point, he plunged it inside her then flattened it out to run along the roof of her channel. He could feel her contractions begin as she shuddered in a quiet but powerful climax.

Using his one hand to squeeze and pinch her nipples, he continued to tongue fuck her until she came a second time, calling his name and pounding the table with her hands. He sat down and withdrew his tongue from her only to draw it up to her clit to give it a last lingering suck and kiss.

Willa raised herself on her elbows and stared. The look of pure carnal pleasure combined with a tinge of annoyance caused him to chuckle.

“What’s the matter, Cowgirl, didn’t you think I was going to have that honey with my breakfast?”

“Well, I thought you might wait to harvest it in a more appropriate place.”

He stood up, opened his jeans, and his cock jutted out through the fly. Willa stared at the head of his engorged member and licked her lips in the same way a cat licks its lips prior to devouring its prey.

“I don’t think so,” he said lustfully.

Mac drew her body to him, lifting her pelvis, so she was lifted onto his erection, causing her to climax as he sank deep. Barely giving her time to catch her breath, he grasped her hips and drove in and out of her. Willa writhed beneath him, caught up in the haze of sensual seduction he was weaving. Her hands came up to caress his forearms and closed around them.

The only sounds in the small house were the steady clicking of the pendulum clock and Mac and Willa’s moans and groans in response to each other and the pleasure shared. Mac’s body demanded he surrender to his own release. Holding her more firmly, he thrust stronger and deeper until he called out her name as she climaxed, and he pumped her full of his cum.

Regretfully, he withdrew from her, then pulled her up into his embrace and kissed her.

“Now that, Cowgirl, is my idea of the breakfast of champions.”

She giggled and bit his lower lip, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“I have to agree. Not a bad way to start the day.”