The Cowboy’s Justice (Naked Cowboys of Smoky Hill #4)

Chapter Twelve

CHAPTER TWELVE

Devlin’s growled promise sent a warm shiver through Portia’s body, and as he peeled off her clothes she thought she must have died and gone to heaven. His hands were rough, and his firm caress sent tingles through her entire being. When she was finally naked and he pressed his fingers into her sex, she let out a long, low, groan. But as he thrust them into her passage, he lowered his head and drew her nipples into his mouth, making her moan even louder. The blissful attention continued for long, heavenly minutes, until he reached across to his nightstand and pulled a condom from the drawer. She watched, mesmerized, as he knelt up, tore open the packet and sheathed his rigid rod.

“How much do you want me?” he asked huskily, stretching out over her and placing himself at her entrance.

“So much I can’t stand it.”

“Will you behave? No more snoopin’?”

“Yes, I mean…I’ll try.”

“Ah, an honest answer,” he muttered as he slowly pushed inside her warmth.

He began to stroke, and she closed her eyes, savoring the feel of him, but when he abruptly accelerated she found herself lost in a sea of scintillating sensations. She was about to beg him never to stop, but he unexpectedly pulled out and flipped her on her stomach.

“Now, you beautiful girl, it’s time for a quick chat,” he began, gripping her hips and jerking them up, “I’m in charge around here. You can’t just do as you please, like nosin’ around,” he declared, landing a hard smack on each cheek, evoking a startled cry.

“Oh, my God, I can’t believe you did that!”

“Are we clear?”

“Yes, yes, we’re clear,” she exclaimed urgently.

“I get the feelin’ you’ve never had your butt spanked. Am I right?” he asked as he pushed his hardness back inside her.

“Yes, you’re right, and I still can’t believe you did it.”

“I’ll do it whenever I think you need it, and you’ve got a really spankable ass, I might just smack it now and then because I want to,” he added, slapping her again.

Though she let out another cry she felt an unexpected surge of excitement, and couldn’t deny the odd thrill from being disciplined. But he gripped her waist and began vigorously pumping, and all thought left her. He was utterly possessing her and she never wanted it to end.

* * *

Though Devlin had been attracted to Portia the minute he’d laid eyes on her, he’d planned to take things slowly. But when he’d seen William pour something into her coffee mug he’d been forced to act. Once she was safely on Marge and they were making their way up the trail, he’d been surprised how quickly she had relaxed in the saddle.

After they’d reached the barn and he’d released Marge and Belle into their paddocks, he’d wanted to talk to her over a cup of coffee in his kitchen. But when he’d found her standing outside his bedroom door he’d stopped in his tracks. It was obvious she was considering doing something she knew she shouldn’t.

The moment had captivated him.

As she’d pushed open the door and stepped into his bedroom, energy had surged through his loins and he’d marched after her. When she’d turned around she’d been enticingly close, and the subtle fragrance of vanilla and roses had tickled his nostrils. He’d felt an overpowering need to kiss her, so he had, and the way she’d responded told him she felt the same spark.

Now oblivious to anything but her euphoric cries and sighs, he had to fight back his climax. Quickly pulling out, he moved her onto her side and stretched out behind her. As he pushed himself back into her slick passage, he wrapped one arm around her breasts, placed the other down the front of her body, then pressed his fingers into her sex.

“That feels amazing,” she mewled, wriggling against his touch. “I’m getting so close…”

“You have to learn patience, and now you’ll have your first lesson.”

As he began to stroke he continued to rub her clit, but when he sensed her orgasm drawing near he stayed buried inside her and cupped her pussy. Though she groaned and begged and urgently pleaded, he remained still, then repeated the tantalizing torture, continuing the teasing and denial until his own orgasm demanded release.

“Okay, naughty girl, are you ready,” he panted, his lips at her ear.

“God, yes, please, please.”

Tightening his hold around her waist he pumped with abandon as he zealously agitated her sensitive nub. Only seconds passed before he heard her suck in a long breath and felt her body stiffen.

“Surrender, baby, give it to me,” he grunted as he felt himself about to explode.

Her wild cry fueled his excitement, and as she wailed and writhed his climax seized him, sending him into a spiraling vortex of crackling convulsions.

* * *

For long minutes they floated in the post orgasmic haze, until their euphoria was abruptly interrupted by the sound of Jethro and Jezebel furiously barking.

“Sorry, babe, I need to see what the ruckus is all about,” Devlin muttered. “They only carry on like that if a stranger arrives.”

“Maybe it’s just one of your clients.”

“They wouldn’t bark at any of them,” he replied, climbing from the bed.

Hastily slipping into his jeans and T-shirt and pulling on his boots, he strode through the house and out onto the porch. To his shock he saw the Corvette, then spotted Jethro and Jezebel barking furiously at William. He had backed up against a nearby corral and was leaning against the fence, apparently afraid to move.

“Hey, boys, back off!” Devlin called as he trotted down the steps.

Though the dogs stopped barking, they continued to stare at the intruder.

“Hello, William. What’s up?”

“Those dogs are—”

“Doin’ their job,” Devlin retorted, cutting him off. ”What’s goin’ on?”

“Where’s Portia?”

“Excuse me?”

“I said, where’s Portia?” William shouted, causing Jethro and Jezebel to growl.

“I wouldn’t yell at me like that, the dogs don’t like it, and why are you askin’ me?”

“Except for her friend Helen Rutherford, you’re the only person she knows around here, but I checked with Helen and she’s not there, so where else would she be?” William demanded angrily. “She literally vanished. She didn’t take her car and—”

“Isn’t it bein’ repaired?”

“She has more than one,” William sneered.

“If you’re worried about her call the sheriff.”

“Oh, trust me, I will! I’ll get a search warrant, and when I do I’ll tear this fucking place apart.”

“But there’s nothin’ to suggest she’s here? You’re not makin’ any sense.”

“I’m not an idiot. I saw the way you were lookin’ at each other.”

“Excuse me?”

“Hey, the only other way out of her house is through the back gate. I checked, and horse prints are all over the place.”

“Horse prints?” Devlin repeated with a chuckle.

“You know what I mean!” William snapped. “Their feet, hooves, they’re everywhere.”

“William, we ride over there all the time. There’s a trail that runs along the back of those homes. Like I said, if you’re worried call the sheriff. Come here again unannounced and I’ll let Jezebel and Jethro do the talkin’ for me. Now get off my property.”