Chapter 10
Chapter Ten
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T IERNEY
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T he first guy I find is Colter, who is in their barn-turned-office having a meeting with four bulky ranch hands.
Memories flood my body, and my panties soak immediately at the sight of the green-eyed, grumpy Adonis. Just as well, I overpacked feminine wipes.
My discreet wave to the broody rancher through the glass partition that separates the area into reception and office goes unreciprocated. He looks up at me with a stunned expression on his face, which he quickly peels off, discards me, and resumes his meeting, like a big scary boss.
“Oh, how lovely to see you again, dear,” Marcia Ross says. Their secretary is just lovely, with her rosy cheeks, sparkling dark eyes, and her glasses perched on her nose. “Did you find your way all right the last time you were here?”
“I did, thank you,” I say, smiling broadly.
“Good. Colter won’t be long. A minute no more,” Marcia says, gesturing to the men on the other side of the glass wall with her head. “How about some tea and a slice of my signature coconut cake, yes?”
“I won’t mind if I do.”
The tea is lovely, the cake even better, and now I know all Marcia’s grandchildren’s names, their nicknames, their birthdays, and I’m going to help her unlucky-in-love great-nephew find the right one. Still, Colter James has not concluded his meeting. I’m running out of time here.
“Do you know where I can find Nolan or Jace?” I ask. Maybe they’re available.
“Nolan is out at the suppliers, dear, but should be back soon. And Jace is busy with the bulls. They’re leaving for Wyoming on Monday. Big contract with the rodeo there, so they’re very busy.”
They’re leaving on Monday? That’s fine, I console myself. I just need to catch them now. How much longer do I have to wait for Colter?
Another ten minutes go by.
“I’m sorry, dear. I have to say goodbye to you. I’m babysitting little Cricket. You’ll be okay waiting?”
“Oh, don’t worry about me. I’ll be just fine.”
“Well, lovely to see you, and I hope to see you soon again. Say hello to your mama, all right?”
“I will,” I say as Marcia packs up and leaves for the day.
A few minutes later, the three ranch hands step out of the boardroom. Finally.
I greet them cheerily. They mumble something, seem to turn red, and scurry out.
I don’t waste any time. Swinging my handbag over my shoulder, I step into the office. Colter has risen from his seat and flips through files in a filing cabinet.
“I’m a busy man, Tierney, and it’s the damn middle of the day,” he says, walking out of the office to Marcia’s desk, where he opens the laptop and starts clicking the keyboard.
“And I’m a busy woman. Since all you gave me was fifty hours to learn everything I want to know and you won’t accept my group chat invitation so we could coordinate things, plus I have a party to go to tonight. Why don’t you believe in true love, Colter?” I surprise myself by asking that question, which just came out of nowhere.
“Can’t believe in something that doesn’t exist.”
“But it does.”
“Your dog tell you that?”
“Look, I know you think what I do is a joke. I know you think I’m a joke. Just a silly little airhead in pink doing frivolous things, so I must be brainless, right? Just a silly, ditzy—”
Colter moves so fast, he pins me to the wall in a heartbeat, knocking my breath from my lungs. His huge, intimidating body presses into mine. I can physically feel the throb of my pulse pounding under my skin.
He opens his mouth to speak, then closes it again. I frown.
“What?” I ask.
“Don’t,” he says, releasing me. Since my limbs are too quivery to move, I stay where I am.
“Don’t what?”
He gives me a theatrical sigh. “What do you want, Tierney?”
“I want you to spank me. Please.” I awkwardly haul out the flogger from my bag and drop it onto the desk beside us.
“I’d like to find out if it’s something I’ll enjoy. I read some women get highly aroused and can even orgasm from it.”
“You want me to spank you?”
“I do,”
“Hard?” he asks softly, backing into me further.
“Yes.”
Wait, I should have said only as hard as need be. No, just a tap. I’m a big baby and will cry if it hurts too much.
“Then will you go away?”
“Well, after I get Nolan to show me what nipple clamps can do to my nipples. And then Jace, to show me if I can squirt with that curved dildo thing. Then I’ll go away.”
“Fuck,” he breathes, and my skin bursts into flames. Thank god, there is no way I’ll ever develop feelings for any of the Lone River guys, or I’d be in big, big trouble.
I can’t catch my breath as his hands slip under my dress and travel all the way up to my thighs.
“Oh,” I whisper when he hooks his calloused fingers into the thin band of my panties and pulls them off me. They must be heavy with my wetness.
He scoops me up over his shoulder, grabs the flogger, then takes a seat on the only sofa in the office. He flips me around so I’m lying over his lap, my ass in the air.
A cool breeze drifts over my exposed bare bottom as he lifts the ample material of my dress and tucks it into the small of my back.
What have I gotten myself into?
Immediately I start to clench my pussy, my bottom hole, my whole body.
Nope, I say to myself. I can safely say spanking is not for me. The anticipation of the strike undoes me completely. My nerves just can’t...
I freeze up even more when Colter forces my rigid legs apart, takes the handle of the flogger, and runs it over my pussy.
A deluge of hot juices falls from my center as he taps my clit with the smooth handle. He plays with me, separating my wet lips, then slowly pushes inside.
Dear god. I feel my walls suck up the handle like it’s his cock, and the thought of Colter moving inside my body unleashes a wave of lust so diabolical I open my legs further.
All I hear is Colter’s devilish chuckle before he really and truly thrusts the handle inside me.
Before I can react to the invasion, Colter brings his huge hand down on my butt cheek. My brain delays the impact, and I romanticize the freaking heck out of it. The heat of his enormous palm on me, the callouses that tickle me, the scent of him being this close.
And then all hell breaks loose when he delivers another one that goes down raw, reality-crashing, rip-roaringly hard against me.
“Wait... Colt... wait,” I yelp.
But he waits for no one and continues to instruct his hand to whip my ass. I quiver, shudder, and wail as the flesh on my butt turns a steaming hot red. The handle of the flogger inside me seems to increase in size on its own, but I know it’s only because my pussy swells and leaks even more with every smack of his hand.
The pain lifts, and I’m littered with a dark, deviant pleasure that makes me want to fuck the thing inside me as if it were his cock.
I’m wild, untamed, and nothing can stop me. His strikes get harder, pounding into my flesh. Shamelessly, I rub my clit against the rough fabric of his jeans.
Oh my god, I’m going to stain his clothes, but even that can’t stop me. I grind against his thigh; his muscle flexes, and the pressure on my clit increases tenfold. I explode into a climax so dirty, so unhindered, I completely soak his jeans.