Southern Comfort: Compass Brothers, Book 2 (14 page)

Seth restrained a growl and tugged once more, wondering how much strength it would take to break the headboard.

That thought was washed away when Jody climbed onto the bed, throwing one leg over his body, straddling his hips. Despite his annoyance at being rendered helpless, his cock responded to the wet heat of her pussy, resting just a couple inches away.

“Don’t you wanna know what my question is?” she asked.

He sucked in a deep breath and decided to humor her for the moment. “What do you wanna know?”

She ran her hand along his chest, then pinched his nipple roughly. “We determined that you control my orgasms, that my body belongs to you. I was wondering who owned yours?”

She punctuated her question by leaning forward to bite his shoulder. She’d certainly taken to the concept of rough play. Problem was she was turning the tables on him. He was amazed by how much that fact didn’t bother him. She was sexy as shit and he couldn’t wait to see what she’d do next.

Rather than capitulate, he decided to provoke her. “My body’s mine, darlin’. Always has been. Always will be.” It was a lie. He’d belonged to Jody Kirkland for years. He may have slaked his needs with other women in the past, waiting for Jody to grow up, but that didn’t change the truth. He was hers and he would be until the day he died.

Her eyebrows lowered, her face betraying her impatience just as he’d known it would. He gave her a cocky, unconcerned grin that irritated her even more.

“Wrong answer.”

She dragged her fingernails down his chest slowly as he watched. His wildcat was marking her territory. His cock thickened more. Jesus. She was spectacular.

“Careful, Jody. Everything you do now is adding to the tally. There’s going to be a reckoning. Bear that in mind.”

She tilted her head haughtily. “Maybe you should focus on the question at hand. I didn’t like your first answer. Care to reconsider?”

She lifted up onto her knees, moving slightly. When she lowered to his body again, she took care to cover his erection with her pussy. She held his cock in place against his body, surrounding it with her wet warmth. He swallowed heavily when she began to move her hips very slowly so that her cunt rubbed his cock in a way that was too good, but not near enough.

“That’s a real nice massage, babe,” he taunted. “Untie me and I’ll show you what that cock can really do for you.”

She smiled, but didn’t stop her tantalizingly slow strokes. “Give me what I want and I’ll be more than happy to untie you.”

He feigned stupidity. “What is it you want again?”

Reaching behind her, she cupped his balls with one hand. He gasped when she began to squeeze them tightly.

“Careful, angel. You don’t wanna damage the crown jewels there.”

She laughed lightly and released him. “You liked it when I played with your ass in the shower earlier.”

He’d been shocked by her touch and surprised by how much he liked it. He’d never let a woman touch him there before. Hell, he’d never let a woman take control like this either. Jody had a lot to learn about submissiveness.

“Maybe I should get my vibrator,” she said.

He shook his head. “Don’t even think about it. I’d hate to break your daddy’s bed, but if you try to stick anything up my ass besides that little finger of yours, we’re gonna have some mass destruction.”

She bent down and kissed him. “We’ll work up to it.”

He nipped her lower lip before she could sit up again. “No. We won’t.”

Running her hands along his chest, she moved until they rested on his stomach. As he watched, she lifted one to her own pussy.

“What are you doing?” he asked, lacing his question with warning.

“Playing.”

He lifted his hips as much as his bindings would allow. “These ties don’t change anything, Jody. Your orgasms are mine. You can play all you want as long as you remember you need permission to come.”

She lowered her eyes, acknowledging his comment. Her finger stroked her clit slowly at first, building in speed and strength until she was panting. Her hips were moving as her arousal rose. He felt the juices from her cunt sliding along his hard-on and he swallowed hard, fighting to maintain control.

Just when he thought she was about to break his rule, she stopped, pulling her hand away.

“You want me.”

Her words weren’t a question. Given the size of his cock and his own labored breathing, he’d say his desires were a foregone conclusion.

“You’re mine,” she whispered. As she spoke, she rose slightly, placing the head of his cock at the entrance to her pussy. “Say it.”

He closed his eyes as she pressed down, taking the head of him inside. “I’m yours, Jody. Only yours.”

She didn’t move again, and he opened his eyes to look at her. She was smiling. It was the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen. “And I’m yours.”

She pushed down, taking him to the hilt. He gritted his teeth against the incredible sensation. Her inner muscles clenched against his sensitive flesh as she rose and fell, the motions shallow at first. Slowly, the strength of her thrusts grew until she was riding him with abandon. Creating a memory he felt certain he’d carry with him ’til the day he died.

“Cup your breasts,” he said, as he watched her move.

She reached up to push the creamy white globes together and his hips jerked against her harder. Over and over, she moved, but it still wasn’t enough. He needed more, needed it all.

Finally, he cried out. “God dammit, Jody. Untie me.”

She seemed to sense his deeper, darker needs. She stopped moving, still holding him tightly within her body. Turning at the waist, she looked like a bit of a contortionist as she worked loose the knots at his ankles. Once his legs were free, she bent over his chest, reaching up to free his hands. They kissed as she untied him.

The second his independence was gained, he rolled, shoving her roughly beneath him. He pushed in twice before his brain engaged and he realized why she felt so fucking good. He wasn’t wearing a condom. As much as he wanted to say to hell with it, he knew Jody still had a decision to make.

She chastised him when he pulled out. “No,” she cried.

“Shh. Condom.”

She blinked several times, and he knew her omission hadn’t been intentional. She’d forgotten as well.

“Shit,” she whispered. “Sorry.”

He grinned. “You’re going on the pill. Soon. That felt too fucking amazing.”

She rolled her eyes good-naturedly as he reached for a condom. The brief respite gave him time to regain his wits. As he covered himself, he swatted her left thigh. “Roll over. Get on your hands and knees. I want to take you from behind.”

She turned quickly. The moment her ass was displayed before him, he lifted his hand and smacked it.

“Hey,” she said, trying to move away. He’d expected her attempted escape and was prepared. Grasping her waist with his left hand, he gathered up a large handful of her long tresses with his right.

He pulled her upright by her hair, sensing her growing excitement. She loved his rough touch. Once he had her back to his chest, he leaned forward until his lips touched the shell of her ear. “I warned you. You played with fire and now you’re going to feel the burn.”

Her body trembled and he fought to maintain control. “Put your head on the bed, but keep that pretty ass up.”

She complied and he immediately placed three smacks on her ass. He paused, praying the soft moan she gave was one of enjoyment. Dipping his fingers into her pussy provided the proof. She was drenched. He dragged his fingers out slowly, then gave her several more hard swats. Her ass flushed. Finally, his patience in tatters, he gave in to his own needs.

Placing his cock at her opening, he reached around her, cupped her breasts and lifted her upper body up against his. She was trembling and on the edge.

“You want to come?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“I’m going to fuck you hard. So hard, you’ll never forget who you belong to.”

She turned to look at him, her mouth opening to speak.

He silenced her with a kiss. “And I’m going to prove that I’m yours. Only yours.”

She smiled, and he moved her until she was once again on her hands and knees.

“Hold on,” was the only warning he gave as he pushed in to the hilt. He didn’t pause or give her time to adjust. He couldn’t. At this moment, he needed to fuck her or die.

He pounded into her without respite, without mercy and she responded to his hard blows, moving into them, silently begging for more. His fingers clenched against her waist, and he suspected she’d have bruises there tomorrow. He wanted to feel guilty about that fact, but he couldn’t. Shit, he knew the sight of them would only make him want to claim her again. He’d never felt this overpowering need to possess.

She screamed as she came, the sound long and loud and glorious. It was too much. He followed her. His climax so strong, his eyes rolled back in his head. As the last drop of come was squeezed out by her clenching pussy, he froze for an instant. He hovered over her, trying to prolong the moment as long as he could.

She moved first, collapsing onto her stomach with a soft groan. He lay next to her, gathering her close, pulling her back to his chest. He cradled her in his arms and felt sleep begin to claim them again.

“You’re mine,” she whispered, long after he thought she’d drifted off.

He placed a soft kiss on the back of her head. “Always.”

Chapter Ten

A buzzing noise woke Seth up. Glancing around the dark cabin, it took him a few seconds to figure out that the sound was coming from his cell phone on the nightstand. A glance at the clock showed it was only nine in the evening. He and Jody had spent a couple of long, active days. No doubt it had caught up with them.

Consulting the caller ID, he was surprised to see Silas’s number. He sat up as he answered the phone.

“Si?”

“Hey. Tie your girl up right this time. Gotta distract you from your life of crime for one minute.”

Seth chuckled at his brother’s joke as he stood and turned to look at his sleeping hostage. “Not sure it classifies as that anymore. Hard to kidnap the willing.”

Silas grunted. “I don’t know which Compton ancestor is responsible for passing us the get-lucky gene but I do appreciate it.”

Seth grabbed his jeans from the floor when Jody turned. She remained asleep, and he decided to continue this call on the porch. He didn’t want to disturb her. Grinning, he considered how worn out she probably was.

Si didn’t speak. He waited with more patience than he was generally known for. Had the blast altered him? Or…

“Is something wrong?” Seth asked as he trapped the phone between his shoulder and ear, while he tugged on his jeans.

“Yeah. I’m afraid there is.”

Afraid?
Si didn’t get scared by shit. Not even the crazy jobs he’d worked, which would have frightened the piss out of any sane man, had fazed his brother.

Seth walked outside and took a seat on the front porch step. No doubt, he was about to swallow a dose of bad news. “What is it?”

“It’s JD, Seth. He’s sick.”

“Sick how?”

“Hell if I know, but something ain’t right. Stubborn bastard won’t see a doctor.”

“Like you would if it were you? Hell, you practically got your leg blown off and you fought the hospital staff until they shipped you halfway across the continent just to get rid of your ornery ass. Didn’t bother to call your brothers for help either, did you?” Seth shook off the lingering sting.

“Fuck. Don’t you think I’ve taken enough shit from Colby and Lucy? Focus. We’re not talking about me. JD’s favoring his side and his coloring is off. Kinda like his perma-tan faded into a weird orange since the last time I saw him.” His brother cursed softly. “Caught him hacking up blood too.”

“Jesus. Get him to the damn doctor.”

“I tried arguing with him. You know how much good that does.”

“Yeah, works about as well as it does on you. Two peas, both of you.”

“I even threatened to sic mom on him.” Silas groaned. “He promised to kick my ass, and he meant it too. The only time I’ve ever seen him really look worried. Look, it’s not like I can throw him over my shoulder and hobble to the doctor on these goddamn crutches.”

Seth ran a hand through his hair, his mind trying to process the idea of his larger-than-life father falling sick. He’d never had a cold that Seth could remember, never mind something…so severe. “I’ll come home.”

“I know you have shit hitting the fan down there…” Silas released a loud sigh.

“Yeah. And you wouldn’t ask if you didn’t have to.” Seth dropped his face into his hand. “Thanks for calling when you needed someone this time. I’m not a kid anymore. I’ll figure it out.”

“Sooner would be better.”

“Yeah,” Seth said. “I’m getting that.”

“Call me when your flight is booked. I can’t drive and Colby’s gotta hang around here for some welcome home thing Mom’s planning for tomorrow afternoon, but I can send one of the hands to the airport.”

“No worries. I’ll rent a car. Be there as soon as I can.”

“Thanks, Seth.”

As Seth closed the cell phone, he sat on the step, letting the silence envelop him. JD was sick. He was going home. Part of him wanted to wake Jody, wanted to soak up all the comfort he knew he could find in her arms.

The two days was over. She’d been true to her word and tomorrow he’d have to set her free to make her decision. He wished he knew for sure she’d choose him, but unless he could find a loophole in the will, she’d feel honor-bound to abide by the promise she’d made to Paul. Besides, how could he ask her not to marry the man when it was clear there was so much good that could come from it?

He thought about Silas’s description of JD’s illness. What if his father had cancer? What if Paul’s research facility found the cure that could save JD? He rubbed his eyes wearily. When had his simple ranch life become so complicated?

He rose tiredly and returned to the cabin. Finding a piece of paper and a pencil, he sat at the kitchen table to leave Jody a note. He needed to get home to his family, and she needed time to think. As much as it killed him to do so, he had to let her go, give her space to decide her own future. He wrote the words written on his heart and prayed they would be enough to convince her to give them a chance.