Bowles, Jan - Bound by the Montana Mountain Man [Cowboy Bad Boys 3] (Siren Publishing Classic) (4 page)

“You say.”

“Your lips had turned blue.”

“I don’t believe this.”

“That’s up to you, Cassie. I did what I had to do.”

“Like hell, you did what you wanted to do.” A sharp pain seared into her skull, making her wince.

He rubbed a hand through his hair. “It wasn’t like that.”

“I bet you had a good look, though.” When he didn’t answer, she groaned and turned away. “You ain’t no gentleman.”

He chuckled. “Well I’ve news for you, Cassie. You ain’t no gentleman, either.”

“I’m so glad you’re amused by it all.”

“It’s minus twenty out there, and I found you unconscious in the snow. It was the only option available.”

“Now I’m humiliated beyond words, you can go. I don’t need you anymore.”

“I ain’t leaving until the doctor arrives, whatever you think of me. You’ve had a nasty knock on your head, and he told me to stay with you until he arrives.”

“How long will that be?”

“A couple of hours, the snow is pretty bad out there.”

After a while, he moved her onto the sofa, and she slid in and out of consciousness. Eventually she awoke to find he’d made her some hot chicken soup.

Eating was the last thing on her mind. “I’m not hungry.”

“You need to eat something warm. I know what’s best for you.”

“I see you’re not big on patience.”

He propped some pillows behind her head and made her more comfortable.

“Hmm.” She clamped her mouth shut, refusing to eat anything.

“Very well, then I’ll have to spoon feed you like a baby.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Try me.”

He knelt at the side of the sofa and spooned some soup toward her. Glaring at him, she kept her mouth firmly shut.

“I see. So what’s with this ex-husband of yours? What happened between you two to make you come all the way from Minneapolis to Whitewaters?”

Some things were just too plain hard to talk about, so she just shook her head, not fooled into opening her mouth.

“Let’s see if we can do better.” An amused expression formed on his face as he looked at her. “So when did you get your belly button pierced?”

Surprise made her open her mouth, and he spooned the soup inside before she could speak.

She swallowed. “Hey, that’s unfair.”

“I never said I’d play fair. Now one more.”

She shook her head. Her gaze noticing the lines around his mouth deepening as he stared intently at her. Irritated that he found this all so amusing, she let her eyes wander over him. He’d rolled up the sleeves on his brushed cotton shirt, exposing the dark, masculine hair on his forearms. He certainly looked manly, with his broad shoulders and dark tousled hair.

Her eyes flicked to his. He was staring at her mouth, waiting for her to open up and take some more of the soup. For some reason, she duly obliged. If this was a test of wills, she knew he would win hands down. To her, it looked like Brad Dawson always got what he wanted.

When his silver irises connected with hers, it was as if he’d caressed her very soul. Those eyes had seen every part of her body, right down to the teensiest of her toes. If she didn’t feel so shitty, she’d be as embarrassed as hell. Had he liked what he’d seen? From the way he was looking at her, she guessed he had.

“I suppose you always get what you want,” she said indignantly.

“Yes, but this time I’m not so sure.” His deep voice reverberated through her, sending tiny shivers up her spine. Bad as she felt, she knew he wasn’t just talking about the soup.

“Oh?”

He studied her and opened his mouth. Then he turned and looked out of the window. “Doctor’s here.”

“Guess you’re off the hook.” She knew he was about to say something else.

He smiled at her. “Guess so.” He leaned forward and kissed her lips, and God damn it, she kissed him back. “I’ll let the doctor in on my way out.”

Chapter Four

Just over a week had passed, and Cassie felt much better. As she toweled her hair dry, she looked in the bathroom mirror. The bruise on her forehead was beginning to diminish. However, the concussion had given her two very unsightly black eyes. Though they, too, were now beginning to fade.

The doctor had told her she’d had a lucky escape, and that Brad’s quick thinking had undoubtedly saved her life. Indeed, he had pointed out to her how wet her clothes still were three hours after Brad had removed them. At the time, all she could think of were her ruined Dolce and Gabbana jeans and her expensive silk underwear. To top it all, he’d also seen her naked.

Now, with afterthought, she felt indebted to him. The least she could do was visit him and say thank you. This time, though, she decided to walk there. Better safe than sorry.

Truth be known, she couldn’t wait to see him again. Night after night she had lain awake, unable to sleep, thinking about him. Imagining how it would feel with his hard body lying on top of hers. Fucking her slowly and deliberately, until she moaned out his name.

Going over there was her way of breaking the spell he’d put on her when he’d undressed her. All she had to do was look him in the eye, and this fantasy she had would simply disappear. His hold over her would be broken. Only then could she move on with her life.

That was the plan.

* * * *

When Brad saw Cassie walk through the gates of his ranch, he immediately felt a sense of satisfaction. So she didn’t hate him, after all.

He watched her approach. Ankle deep in snow and wearing a sheepskin jacket, jeans, and knee-high boots, she walked up to him. Her blonde hair flowed from underneath a nifty black hat that kind of made her look cute. With a faint smile to her lips, she kept her eyes averted from his. He guessed she was embarrassed by what he knew about her.

What he’d love to do to that body of hers made his cock harden in his jeans. Thankful that he held a bag of logs in his hands to hide his obvious arousal, he smiled and showed her to the kitchen.

“It’s good to see you, Cassie. Take a seat. I’ll just get rid of these logs.” He took them into the living room and dropped them by the open fireplace.

When he returned to her, she stood ramrod straight by the table. “Now they’re a real nice pair of shiners. Who have you just done ten rounds with?” He joked to put her at her ease, but it didn’t work, so he asked, “How do you feel?” He moved to the sink and began filling the coffeepot to keep his mind occupied. Her pouting lips were just so kissable.

“I feel fine, Brad. The reason I’ve come here, is to say thank you. If you hadn’t acted so quickly, I don’t think I’d be here to tell the tale. I’m afraid, at the time, I didn’t appreciate what had happened.”

“Cassie, I just did what I had to do.” He noticed she still kept her gaze averted from his, just focusing somewhere on his shoulder. “And I’m sorry you’ve been put in an embarrassing situation.” If she didn’t stop chewing her bottom lip in that sexy way of hers, well, he’d fuck her on the table right here and now.

“I just feel awkward, I guess.”

“Look, I’ll pour us a coffee, and then we can discuss this some more. I can see you’re upset by the whole episode.”

* * * *

With his back to her, she watched him pour the coffee. He really did have a strong physique. His muscular body clearly outlined in the jeans and pale green sweatshirt he wore. The color of which only emphasized the impact of his silver gray eyes. Penetrating and precise, he seemed to watch her every move.

The spell had not been broken. God, how she wanted to be totally possessed by him. Fucked senseless by him. She couldn’t even look him in the eye for fear he would know exactly what she was thinking.

When she had originally planned on coming over to thank him, she had hoped it would cure her obsession with him. Because he had saved her life, he now had an unusually strong hold over her. Brad knew every inch of her naked body. It made her blush, but it turned her on, too. Her panties were soaking wet at the mere thought of what she’d like him to do to her. He excited her like no man before. At the time, she had felt too ill to respond, but just looking in his eyes now simply took her breath away. The only way to function was to avert her gaze from his.

He placed the mug of coffee on the table. With him so close now, she nibbled on her lower lip. He cupped her chin and raised her face to his. Unable to look him in the eye, she focused on the creases at the side of his mouth. His masculine scent overwhelming her.

He spoke then, “Look at me, Cassie.”

“I can’t.” Her heart hammered out an unfamiliar beat. She had never felt such strong sexual excitement before. She felt out of control, as he leaned in and brushed his lips against hers. The merest whisper of something more passionate to come, and she gasped in anticipation.

“Feel better?”

“A little,” she whispered, licking her lips, wanting to taste the promise of him again.

He threaded his hand in her hair as he pressed her back against the table. His kiss this time more forceful and possessive. His tongue traced across her lips, tasting, teasing, and probing as he nibbled on her bottom lip. Pressed back against the table, his hips ground erotically into hers, the swelling of his hard cock pushing into the groove of her pussy. She moaned in appreciation.

“I want to fuck you, you know I do. And you want me to fuck you.”

“I want you to make love to me.”

“Is that all you want?” His eyes asking for further clarification.

“I want you to fuck me, Brad, so hard that I can’t stop coming.” There, she had said it. Her whole body quivered in excitement. There could be no misunderstanding. He was going to do it right now.

“Consider it done.”

It had been a very long time since she’d last made love, and the feeling he aroused in her sent her hands winding into his hair. The texture and feel was soothing as it fell through her fingers. Placing her hands on his torso, she smoothed them up under his sweatshirt. The rippled skin of his chest felt warm and welcoming to her touch.

He pulled the hat from her head, and tossed it aside as she helped him ease his sweatshirt quickly over his head. Her gaze devoured the honed contours of his chest and abs. Their lips melded together as he began removing her coat. It, too, was discarded as she frantically sought the buckle of his jeans and pulled the belt through the loops, casting it provocatively aside. Undoing his zipper, she thrust her hand inside, and rubbed his engorged shaft with her fingers. This was something else. This felt more animal, and instinctive.

“You like that, don’t you, baby? You like feeling my hard cock?”

“You know I do.”

He smiled at her, his eyes twinkling. “Where would you like me to put it?”

“My pussy.”

“Your wet pussy. Say the words.”

“I’d like to feel your hard cock deep inside my wet pussy, Brad.”

With a speed that surprised her, he pulled her sweaters over her head and let them drop to the floor. With his breathing as heavy as her own, she watched the rise and fall of his chest.

One part of her knew that the experience they’d shared had brought them closer together. The other part fully aware that he was probably using her, just like he’d used every other woman in the valley.