Wildcat (2 page)

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Catie’s breath caught as she watched Brad, who stood in the center of the cabin, licking Sabrina’s huge nipples. Sasha was on her knees, sucking on Brad’s cock and fondling his balls. “You’re so good at giving head, sugar,” Brad said in between mouthfuls of Sabrina’s breasts.

Sabrina and Sasha were identical twins with long black hair and almond-shaped brown eyes. They both had large breasts that Catie would’ve killed for, along with generous curves that Catie envied—so unlike her own petite, compact, and athletic figure. The only difference between the twins was the small mole on Sabrina’s left cheek, otherwise Catie would never be able to tell them apart.

Catie moved her hands to her own breasts as she watched Brad suckle Sabrina’s nipples. The woman slipped her hands into Brad’s hair and cried out as he nipped her.

“Eat me, Brad,” Sabrina demanded.

Brad rumbled something low that Catie couldn’t hear. But then Brad moved to the lone bed across the room from the peephole, and lay flat on his back. With a sexy grin, he motioned for the twins to join him. Sasha giggled, and climbed onto the bed. She knelt between his thighs and resumed sucking his cock while Sabrina straddled Brad, her clit right over his mouth.

Catie moved one hand beneath her skirt to her own pussy and slipped her fingers inside of her wet folds. As she watched Sabrina grinding her hips against Brad’s face, Catie stroked her clit. She was so aroused that if she wasn’t careful, she’d come before she even got started.

Well, what was the matter with that? Wasn’t that what multiple orgasms were for?

She bit down on her lip, holding back a moan, as her motions increased. The night smelled of piñon and sage, and she smelled her own desire. She even imagined she caught the scent of sex coming from within the cabin.

Sabrina pinched and pulled her nipples as she demanded, “Lick me harder, dammit!”

Catie could feel her orgasm building. Winding up inside of her, tighter and tighter.

Sabrina screamed as she hit her peak. “Yes! God, yes!”

Not a second later, Catie’s own climax rushed through her like a warm desert wind. Her body shuddered as she continued to stroke her clit, drawing out her orgasm—

A hand clamped over her mouth and another around her waist.

Catie froze, her heart pounding and her blood rushing as her orgasm-dazed mind fought to figure out what the hell was happening. Her body was still trembling from her climax and a rush of fear added to the convulsions.

“You like to watch people fuck?” a man’s deep voice murmured next to her ear, a husky whisper that sent an odd thrill straight to her core.

She couldn’t move. Could barely think.

“Do you?” His tone was so low, rich and sensual that Catie’s knees went weak as she nodded. Was there something familiar about his voice?

The man’s hat brushed against her hair as he moved his body closer. She caught his masculine scent along with the faint odor of mint. And when he pressed his body to hers, she felt his cock through his jeans, hard against her bare ass.

Ohmigod
. The man’s cock was
huge
.

Despite the fact the man was probably a stranger, and currently had her trapped in his grip, Catie felt her core flooding with moisture.

“Look at them.” The man’s voice was hoarse, like he was almost too aroused to talk. “Does that turn you on?”

Catie’s gaze went back to the threesome in the cabin and her eyes widened. Sabrina was on her hands and knees, Brad behind her, his cock pressed to her ass. Sasha straddled Sabrina backwards. He thumbed Sasha’s clit with one hand while holding onto Sabrina’s hip with the other.

“Fuck me!” Sabrina cried. Brad yanked her ass toward him and slid his cock into her pussy.

“Would you like to be fucked right now?” the stranger asked as Brad pounded into Sabrina while he stroked Sasha’s clit with his thumb.

Catie caught her breath as the man kept his hand over her mouth, and moved his other hand down between her thighs. Even though she didn’t know who had her in his grip, and even though she had
never
had sex with anyone she didn’t know, Catie was so turned-on that she wanted to shout,
Yes! Take me, now!

But the stranger didn’t wait for an answer. He slid his fingers over her mound and into her slit as she watched Brad fucking Sabrina.

“Mmmm, smooth. I like a shaved pussy.” The stranger’s voice was a silken whisper as he caressed Catie’s clit, his calloused fingers exerting the perfect motion, perfect pressure. “Damn but you’re wet.” He slid his fingers into her core. “And so tight. I’d bet we’d be a good fit.”

A gasp rose up within Catie at the incredible feel of his fingers inside her and his jean-clad cock pressed tight against her backside.

“What do you think, little wildcat?” The man started back on her clit, stroking it, and Catie moaned behind his hand. “I bet you taste real good, too.”

Catie trembled with a hurricane of desire as the man nuzzled her neck, his mustache brushing her soft skin as he pressed his firm lips to her. She could just imagine how that mustache would tickle her thighs as he licked her clit. Mustache…who did she know that wore a mustache?

“You smell like vanilla…and musk.” The stranger moved his lips to the hair behind her ear and she shuddered. “Good enough to eat.”

From inside the cabin, Sabrina screamed with another orgasm.

“My turn. Fuck me, Brad.” Sasha lay on her back, her black hair splayed across the old bed quilt. Brad slid between her thighs and pummeled her with his cock.

Wanton feelings rose and spiraled throughout Catie, unlike anything she’d every felt before. On and on the stranger stroked her, murmuring erotic words, until the most intense orgasm she’d ever felt exploded through her. A scream of pleasure threatened to tear from her, but the man kept his hand tight against her mouth, holding back the sound. Her body shuddered and rocked against the stranger’s as he continued to finger her, drawing out her climax until she couldn’t take anymore.

In her orgasm haze, Catie was dimly aware that the man had released his hold on her. She braced one hand on the cabin wall, took a deep breath, and turned to look at the man who’d given her the most incredible orgasm of her life—

Only to discover he’d vanished into the night.

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Gritting his teeth, Jarrod eased back through the darkness to where he’d left his mare. He raised his fingers to his nose and smelled Catie’s scent on his hand, which was definitely a mistake—his cock grew harder yet, if that was even possible. Thoughts of her consumed him…of tasting her, driving his cock into her, and making her scream with orgasm after orgasm.

When Jarrod reached his mare, he paused to look back toward the cabin. It was too dark and too far to see if Catie was still there. Yet somehow he knew she hadn’t left. That she was looking into the night, trying to see
him
.

Damn but he couldn’t get the beautiful woman out of his mind. He should have sunk his cock into her, branding her and made her his woman. Even though she probably didn’t know who he was, he knew she’d wanted him as much as he’d wanted her—there was some kind of connection between them that was, dammit,
electric
. But no, he’d walked away out of an outmoded sense of chivalry and duty.

Jarrod’s cock throbbed against his zipper, and no amount of shifting eased the pressure. Crickets chirruped and he could still hear the faint sound of voices and laughter from the trio going at it in the cabin. A cool breeze brought scents of the desert to him, and he almost imagined he smelled the woman’s vanilla musk scent.

Well, hell
. He wasn’t going to get anywhere at this rate. Jarrod was so horny that he could barely walk straight, much less saddle up and ride.

Spirit swatted her tail against her flank, the swish of wiry hair brushing Jarrod’s arm. He unbuckled his belt, eased his zipper down, and pulled his cock out of his briefs. Imagining he was sliding into Catie’s sweet core, he stroked his dick from base to tip. Yeah, he could just picture that hot little body, thighs spread wide and showing him her shaved pussy.

While he stared into the night, toward where he’d left the woman, his motions increased as he remembered her smell, the feel of her ass pressed against his cock. His body tensed, his balls drew up and heat flooded him from his Stetson to his steel-toed boots. Jarrod gritted back a groan as he came, his semen arcing onto the tumbleweeds. He continued stroking himself until he’d milked out every last bit of come.

Shaking his head, he slipped his cock back into his briefs and fastened his jeans and belt. He didn’t remember being that horny since he was a teenager—and he’d certainly never made a woman come while on the job, or even jacked himself off while doing investigative work.

Jarrod mounted Spirit and guided the mare away from the ranch and back toward where he’d left his truck and horse trailer. He may have walked away from Catie tonight, but come tomorrow, he’d find her and stake his claim.

And next time he intended to do a lot more than make her come.

Chapter Two

The front door slammed, the reverberations rattling through the house and waking Catie. She blinked away early morning sunlight as wisps of her dream came back to her—of a dark stranger with a very impressive cock.

Her nipples peaked beneath the sheet and her pussy ached at the thought of what had happened last night to inspire such an erotic dream. Catie smiled and stretched her limbs, the sheet sliding across her bare flesh and down to her waist, exposing her nipples to the cool morning air. She always slept in the nude and loved how freshly laundered linens smelled, and how they felt against her naked skin.

With a grin, Catie bounded out of bed and snatched her robe off the hook on the back of her bedroom door. She was a morning person and rarely slept in late, but that dream had certainly been worth sleeping in for.

She slipped on her robe and then opened her door to head to the bathroom across the hall, her mind wandering to the memory of last night. How incredible it felt to have the stranger’s muscled body pressed tight to her backside, his big hand between her thighs, his fingers inside her and stroking her clit. And
god
, that deep, sexy voice of his was enough to make her come just thinking about it.

Too bad the man had pulled a vanishing act. She had a feeling he would’ve been one hell of a ride. His voice, though. Something about it had been familiar. Was he someone she knew? He had a mustache, wore jeans and a western hat—that much she’d been able to tell. She knew a few men with mustaches…Kev Grand and a couple of Dean MacLeod’s ranch hands…but the voice just didn’t match any of them.

Catie shut and locked the bathroom door as she thought about how she’d instinctively trusted her mystery man. She had a natural intuition about most folks that was damn near always dead-on. The one time she didn’t listen to that internal voice, she came damn close to being raped in high school by an asshole named Reggie Parker. Thank God Steve had come to her rescue and kicked Reggie’s skinny white ass.

Unfortunately, Steve had ended up in jail overnight for hitting a minor. That bastard Reggie had deserved having his face turned into hamburger. Catie still owed her big brother for that one.

The faucet creaked and pipes groaned as Catie ran the water in the tub, waiting for it to turn from freezing to only chilly before she jumped in. She and her brother Steve needed to get a new water heater in the worst way, but right now all their cash was sunk into the herd. If only the price of beef would go back up, they might be able to afford a thing or two. The smell of rust met her nose, the water coming out orangish-red, compliments of plumbing twice her age. New pipes would be nice, too. Hell, a new house was what they really needed.

Once the water ran clear, Catie ditched her robe and stepped under the spray. She shivered, her nipples forming hard knots from the cold. Accustomed to rushing through her morning ice-water shower, she shampooed her hair, soaped her body, and shaved her armpits, legs, and pussy, in record time.

When she was just about finished with her shower, Catie ran her fingers between her thighs, remembering how the stranger enjoyed touching her, and how he’d said he liked a shaved pussy. She liked the way her skin felt, too, satiny smooth beneath her fingertips. Tilting her head back, she slid her fingers into her slit and stroked her hard nub as cold water rained on her back.

What would he look like? She moved her free hand to one breast and began tweaking her nipple as she tried to picture the man. Judging by the height of his cock pressed against her backside, she figured he was a good eight inches taller than her, which would put him at close to six feet.

Her fingers moved faster, stroking her clit, her body growing warmer despite the chill of the water on her flesh. His cock had felt thick and long—it had to have been at least ten inches. It would feel so good plunging in and out of her pussy, filling her, stretching her as they fucked.

The sound of water roared in Catie’s ears, blending with the pounding of her heart as she drew herself closer to the summit. Her body jerked and she yelped as she reached climax, her head spinning while goose bumps sprouted on her skin.

After she had drawn out her orgasm as long as possible, Catie shut off the water and reached for a towel off the rack. Damn, but she loved orgasms. Definitely no such thing as too many.