Chapter 3

Chapter

Three

C roft headed back to the dormitory. He couldn’t believe he’d just kissed her. The kiss had been amazing—the feel of her lips as they yielded to his, the taste of her mouth, the way her body molded to his. If he hadn’t been raised better, he’d have had her on her back and been between her legs in nothing flat. His cock was hard and throbbing, reminding him he hadn’t been with a woman in a while, and it definitely wanted Finlay Reid… badly.

As there was no one else in the dormitory, he turned on the light closest to the bunk he’d selected and removed her file from his saddlebags. He’d planned to ask her about her brother, how she’d deduced he was in the canyon, etc. He wanted a chance to review what they knew, so he could formulate any questions he had and ask her in the morning before they parted.

The information regarding her brother seemed pretty straightforward. He was taking a vacation from his job in the family business, a long-established international banking concern. He thought hard. There was something about the name… Flipping through the rest of the file—there it was. There were suspicions regarding their involvement with an international arms dealer and with several groups suspected of being in collusion with terrorists. Maybe there was more to her brother’s disappearance than he had originally thought.

Croft realized he didn’t even know her brother’s name. He looked at the face page in the file. Christian… Christian Reid IV. He looked to see when her birthday had been to see how late Reid had actually been in contacting his sister.

Shit!

Staring back at him was proof positive she had lied to him, just flat-out lied. Finlay Reid wasn’t thirty, and her birthday wasn’t for another six months. He tossed the file on the bed and ran back to her cabin, throwing the door open before stepping in and slamming it behind him. Finn was up and had already pulled on a pair of socks and a clean blouse, the tail of which just barely covered her red-lace-panty-clad derriere.

Good thing she liked red—he meant to ensure her ass was that color without the panties.

“You lied to me,” he said, not trying to moderate the anger surging through his body. He hated to admit it, but his fury at her was fueled by arousal, but also by irritation at having been played. He could see in her eyes she knew he was onto her.

“Yes, I did, and I’d do it again. You want to be pissed, mister ex-special-forces guy, because you fell for crocodile tears and a soft, modulated voice? Go right ahead. Makes no never mind to me. I’m going after my brother, and if you can’t help in that regard, then get the hell out of my way because I’m going without you.”

“You are not going with me or without me. You’re going to get your cute little butt on that helicopter in the morning and go home. You’re going to wait until I find your brother, then you and he can go on with your lives and leave me the hell out of it.”

“Don’t blame me because you’re all hot and bothered. If you hadn’t been so quick to tuck me in bed, you might have convinced me to take a small break and take care of that itch for you. I have to admit, from what I could feel behind your fly, it might have been fun.”

“Think so? I got news for you, sweetheart. Before I get between your legs and plow that pussy the way it needs, you’ll be calling my name and begging me.”

“Calling what? Billy? What kind of name is that for a grown man, anyway?”

“How do you know my name?”

“I’m not stupid, Billy ,” she spat his name like a curse. “Once Willa turned me down for a straight tracking job, I did my research on the Wild Mustang Security Firm. Billy Crofton of Atlanta, Georgia. Any relation to Admiral William Crofton on the Joint Chief’s staff?”

“My father.”

“I thought as much. Your service record has a lot of redactions. That tells me you’ve been doing a lot of things they don’t want to see the light of day. Trust me, you don’t want me crawling up your ass, Commander Crofton.”

“Oh, fuck. You’re that Finn Reid? I thought you were a guy.”

“Do you usually get a hard-on and fondle guys’ asses?”

She was really pushing all his buttons.

“No, but as I recall, Finn, you didn’t seem to have any objections.”

“No, I didn’t, but now I have things to do, and you’re in my way. I’d appreciate it if you’d let me borrow Jasper since I did pay your firm quite a bit of money. I need to get on my way.”

“You’re not going anywhere.”

“I’m going after my brother.”

“The only place you’re going is back to our headquarters, but not until you’ve had a trip back over my knee for a spanking. Apparently, the abbreviated one you got earlier didn’t make much of an impression. I assure you, this one will. Lucky for me, you haven’t put your jeans on yet… less trouble for me.”

Croft propelled her toward the bed, following her and sitting on the edge, then pulled her across his powerful thighs and pressed her upper body down. Rubbing her backside with anticipation, he thought this wouldn’t have been his first choice for getting his hands back on her glorious ass, but it would do in a pinch.

“Don’t you dare! I’m willing to overlook what happened this morning, but I’ll be damned if I let you do it again.”

“You do whatever you want. You’ve been lying to me and to my firm from the beginning, haven’t you?” His hand came crashing down on her still panty-clad buttocks. “Are you lying to me, Finn?”

“Let me up!” she screeched.

“Oh, hell, no! You’ve had this coming, and I mean to see you get it.”

He smacked her ass again. God, that felt good. Finn yelped, more in outrage than pain. He meant to change that. His hand descended, landing another well-placed blow. He didn’t care for the silk of her skimpy red panties concealing her naked globes from his sight and offering a thin barrier of protection. He tried to tell himself he was going to take them off, so he could see the color bloom across her cheeks to ensure she felt his displeasure and discipline but did no real, lasting damage, but he knew that wasn’t true. He wanted to feel her naked flesh under his hand, to feel the heat from her spanking radiating across her upturned behind.

He tugged her panties down past her thighs and smiled.

“No,” she wailed.

Her panties were wet—not damp, soaked. The same slick moisture was leaking from her swollen pussy and dripping down the uppermost portion of her legs. If any woman ever needed a spanking, Finlay Reid did. She’d been lying to them from the get-go. She could have gotten them both killed, but God, she had a magnificent ass. He had yet to really take her to task for deceiving both him and the firm, and he meant to change that. Croft trailed his finger along the inside of her thigh, causing it to quiver, liking her response to him and the softness of her skin.

Her bottom was perfection—the stuff of his fantasies—round, firm, and had never kissed by the sun. Before he let her up, it would damn sure know what his chastisement felt like. He landed the first strike with considerable intensity. She yowled and tried desperately to escape his punishment. He smiled. He had her trapped—he was going to enjoy this.

“Stop it, you bastard!” she shrieked.

Croft moved one of his legs to create space for her legs. Before she had a chance to get purchase on the ground, he closed his leg against the back of hers, effectively trapping them within his own. Having her truly at his mercy, he walloped her, quickly infusing color all across her backside. After covering the fleshiest part, he targeted the lower portion, moving down until she was red from her upper thighs to the highest point of her globes and had given over to crying and pleading with him to stop. As beautiful as her ass had been when he’d started, it was even more so now.

F inn couldn’t believe it. Not only did her butt feel as though he had lit a fire all over it, her body was awash in arousal. Her nipples were so stiff they hurt, her clit was throbbing, and her cunt was working overtime to produce enough of her feminine slick, she feared she’d start leaking onto his jeans. This was insane. Why was she so turned on? She didn’t like pain or being ordered around, and in general, she didn’t find overly masculine, tough-guy types appealing, but she found the pull of Croft’s authoritarian virility impossible to resist.

Over and over, his hand moved across her backside, making it hot and tender to the touch. He switched to the spot where her legs joined her body and landed several hard swats to that sensitive area before moving down to the backs of her upper thighs. Finn cried out again. Squirming and wriggling, she tried to get away from him but also trying desperately to ease the ache of need his spanking had awakened—a longing she had never known.

Finally, he brought his hand down on her backside, and she breathed a bit more easily when he didn’t raise it for another strike. He traced the crack of her ass, stopping momentarily to play with her bottom hole. She renewed her struggles. That was not something she’d ever had any interest in, and thank God, that, at least, hadn’t changed.

Croft chuckled as he trailed his finger down to her slit, only to discover how wet and needy she was before ignoring the entrance to her core and seeking the pleasure bud just above it. He circled and rubbed it, eliciting a moan—only this time, not one of pain. He tugged, then gave it a little pinch, and she bucked her hips on his leg, wordlessly asking for relief.

He moved back to her labia and traced those swollen lips before gently inserting one of his fingers into her core, curling his finger to stroke her pulsing sheath. Withdrawing his finger, he chuckled when she whined and tried to rub her clit against the rough texture of his jeans. He swatted her overheated vulva.

“Naughty. I lit that fire, and I’ll be the one to see to it. You don’t seek to pleasure yourself unless you want me to go back to spanking you. Your pretty bottom is a fierce shade of red. Do you want me to spank you again, Finn?”

“No, Croft, please,” she moaned.

Drawing his finger back through the cleft of her buttocks, he rimmed her dark rosebud, slipping his finger just past the tightly puckered entrance.

“Make no mistake, Finn, I’ll claim this hole at some point but probably not tonight.”

Continuing his exploration of her nether region, he penetrated her cunt a second time, but this time with two fingers instead of one. She moaned again and bit her lip to keep from crying out. His cock throbbed beneath her in harmonic rhythm to the pulsing of her pussy. She writhed as finger fucked her with greater intensity. Finn was just nearing the peak of ecstasy when he stopped, chuckling as she cried out in frustration and need.

“Want me to take care of that for you?” he asked silkily.

“Yes, please, Croft, do something.”

“I was doing something. Do you want me to start fingering you again? Or did you want something bigger shoved up your cunt and riding you hard?”

She nodded, not trusting herself to speak and remembering what he had threatened earlier.

“You want me to fuck you, Finn?”

Again, she moved her head to indicate agreement.

“I should make you beg. I could make you beg, couldn’t I?”

“Yes, Croft.”

“As long as we both know that, I’m willing to settle for you asking me nicely.”

She gritted her teeth. “Croft, please,” she said in her sweetest voice.

“Please, what, Finn? Continue fingering you? Put you on your back and tongue fuck you? What do you want? Be specific and be nice.”

She swallowed the saliva forming in her mouth as well as her pride.

“Please, Croft, will you fuck me with your cock?”

He leaned down close to her face.

“See? That wasn’t so difficult now, was it? You want me to fuck your wet heat until you come, screaming my name a couple of times before I unload in you? Is that what you want?”

Finn nodded.

“Good girl. I ought to make you say it, but as stubborn as you are, that could take longer than I’m willing to wait. You can get up, then strip and get up on the bed on your hands and knees. I’m going to mount you like a wild stallion takes his mares.”

There it was—an order. They both knew it. Finn wasn’t sure all she was agreeing to by following it, but she didn’t care. All she knew was she needed Croft to plunge in and out of her before he filled her with his cum. She needed to feel that hot fluid pumped from his body into hers.

He let her up, she stripped, then got up on the bed as he drew his sweater over his head and unbuttoned his fly. His long, heavy cock sprang from where it had been contained and pointed straight at the opening. Croft was better endowed than any man she’d had in her past—more length, more girth. She was sure he’d fill her in a way no man ever had, and she’d feel every thrust of his hard cock. She looked back over her shoulder as he grabbed her hips and drew her back to the edge of the bed.

He meant to fuck her standing up—half-naked with his boots and spurs still on.

Finn thought momentarily about rebelling, but Croft stepped between her legs, removing that choice. He rubbed the head of his cock up and down her slit, getting it slick with the natural lubricant her body was providing in abundance. His cock had the rigidity one associated with steel, and steadying her, he drove forward with tremendous force, breaching her in one thrust and causing her to orgasm powerfully from just the act of his possession.

He stroked the sides of her body as he rested his staff deep inside her. Her inner walls expanded to accommodate his size. When her pussy quit spasming along his length, he plunged in and out of her. He had complete control and didn’t allow her to move. Stroking her hard, she came again for him… this time calling his name.

“Again,” he said, not bothering to stop or even slow his rhythm.

He pounded against her, his cock scraping her vaginal walls. Each time his hips slammed into her buttocks, she was reminded of the spanking he had inflicted before he began to torment her with his exquisite claiming of her body. Each time he drew back, causing that delicious friction within her, she knew she wanted nothing more in life than to feel his raw, feral coupling. It felt as though she had been waiting for him since the beginning of time.

She reveled in the way he plundered all she had to give him. He wrapped one arm around her middle to keep her hips in place but used the other hand to play with her nipples and breasts. The first time he gave her stiffened peak a tug, she screamed his name, and the intensity of her climax almost overwhelmed her.

Her pussy sore and exhausted from his use, he picked up the tempo of his onslaught and gave a great groan as his cock shot his load to the very back of her channel. He plunged hard, settling deep within her, and held himself tight against her punished backside as over and over he spurted into her. When at last it was over, he gently withdrew, raining kisses down her spine and fondling her nipples with both hands.

“Get under the covers, Finn.”

“Croft, I don’t want you to be angry.”

“Hush, Finn. We’ll sort it out in the morning before I leave, but this time, you’re going to tell me everything, then I’m going to find Christian.”

“I can be ready to go whenever you are.”

Sitting on the bed, he pulled off his boots and socks before standing to shrug out of his jeans and briefs. He reached under the covers and fondled her ass, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“No, baby, you’re going to get on the helicopter, go back to Mesa, and wait for me. When you get airborne, you tell Avery, the pilot, to take you out to my place. When you get there, you tell Gus to let you in. Willa let me convert an old dairy barn at the back of her spread to live in. You’ll be comfortable there.”

“I’m going with you.”

“No, you’re not.” He shook his head as he slipped into bed beside her. “Tomorrow morning, you’re going to tell me what’s not in the file, then you’re going back to Mesa. I’ll find out what happened to Christian and bring him back there.”

“You don’t understand…”

“What I don’t understand is how a woman who just got her ass spanked and her pussy hammered until she had nothing left to give me has enough energy to argue with me. Did you fake that like you did those tears earlier?”

“No. I thought you weren’t angry anymore.”

“I’m not angry. As a general rule, once I spank you for whatever you did to deserve it and fuck you hard, whatever was wrong is put right. We’re back to neutral. But if you lie to me again or disobey me, you’ll earn yourself another trip over my knee. You hear me, Finn?”

“Yes, Croft,” she said disdainfully.

“Knock it off, Finn, and lose the attitude. If you can’t fix it, I’m betting another spanking can. I’m tired, and I have a lot of riding to do.” He reached for her and drew her close. “Now, hush and go to sleep.”

Finn laid her head on his shoulder and felt his arm slip under her and pat her ass affectionately. His other hand closed around her hand as he shut his eyes. It amazed her the same hands that had subjected her to the pain and embarrassment of a spanking could be so tender now that he felt he’d put her in her place. While she appreciated he wanted to protect her, he was just going to have to understand she had to protect Christian, and she was the only one who could do that. If Croft was unwilling to allow her to accompany him—she’d have to go alone.