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  She didn’t think the town had been ready for the Black brothers. No one looked at their sister sideways or they got their ass handed to them. She adored them both and told Emma she was lucky to have such caring siblings in her life.

  “Yes, darling, I did. You are just too serious. Life was meant to be lived. You’re too young to act like a dried up old spinster. You are gorgeous, fun, kind… you deserve some happiness. Now spill it.”

  “He’s amazing. We’ve done things I’ve read about, but I didn’t think anyone truly did those things. I mean, leaning in close she whispered… he’s tied me up, and I liked it. He spanked me and I wanted more. That’s not normal is it?” Seeing Emma’s eyes round unbelievably and her cheeks pinking she knew she was thinking of their mutual love of erotica.

  Chase gave her a big smile. “Sugar, sounds normal to me. Now let’s get to the point of this conversation. Pausing dramatically, for effect, Chase continued. “Is he as big as I imagined?”

  Kat shook her head in exasperation as Emma giggled. Chase had a one-track mind sometimes. “Bigger, and I’m telling Albert on you.”

  Chase just threw his head back and laughed.

  * * * *

  In the booth behind them Master Stone marveled at his luck. He’d spent some time last night plotting the best way to get close to Kat Robertson when lo and behold she practically fell into his lap. She was sitting with that queer bartender and the little mouse Emma Black. They were gossiping like hens. He’d seen her get out of that fancy car and the guy was right, she’d practically dry humped the big bastard that had let her out. His dick had gotten hard watching the two of them. He’d already decided even if she didn’t like pain like that slut Marla had insinuated, he was taking her. That pert little ass had swayed temptingly as she’d passed his booth.

  He could just imagine fucking into those globes, and after hearing her talk about what she let that other man do, he couldn’t wait to show her what a real man did to a woman. Tie her up, spank her? Hell, he wanted her chained to his bed so he could beat all that creamy skin. She’d be beautiful with cane scars on her upper thighs. Maybe his brand seared into her pale stomach. Caroline had begged for his brand, he’d made sure it hurt like hell and she’d loved it.

  Fuck, he had to be more careful with his toys. His dick was rock hard, and throbbing like a sore tooth. He needed some relief and soon, he might have to go find Marla again. No, he’d damaged her during their second little interlude. He couldn’t prevent the smile that crossed his face at that thought. He could probably still get her to spread her legs even with the damage if he threw in some more cocaine. Maybe he’d just call up one of the town whores and fuck normal, just to take the edge off. The look on their faces when he took his dick out was priceless. He knew he was big, bigger than big, scary big. He’d sit them on that big dick and watch them try to take it all, cooing to them, like he gave a shit if it felt good. After a good long ride, with them squalling and shuddering and wailing like banshees, he’d fuck them like they were meant to be fucked. Hard and struggling under his weight, whining that he was too rough, that they were raw and sore.

  He could fuck all night without coming. He’d trained himself to deny his release until his partner was a mess. Oh, he didn’t go too far with the whores in town. Small towns were notorious for gossiping. He even made sure they came a few times so they’d want to be used again when he needed a bitch to fuck. He’d leave them so raw they couldn’t walk normally or wear pants for a few days. He loved to walk past one of them in town the day after he took them and see them in loose jogging pants or skirts. Delicious.

  He looked around the diner. No one was watching him. He unzipped his pants and palmed his cock. Looking over the guy’s shoulder, he watched Kat suck on her milkshake. Watched her cheeks hollow out as she let the creamy mixture slide down that silky, pale throat. He’d teach her to swallow his cock. He watched as she played with the oversized straw, stroking it as she talked. He imagined those hands on his dick under the table. So small, so soft, trembling at the thought of this big thing in her body, taking what he needed. Giving her what she needed, pain, blood, and ownership.

  He suddenly noticed Kat was staring at him. Snapping back from his fantasy, he realized he’d shot his load onto the underside of the table. Shit, had he made a noise? He really needed to get laid again if he couldn’t control himself in a room full of people, fuck. He smiled at her and nodded. She gifted him with a sweet little smile and just like that his dick was hard again. He rubbed his ejaculate onto his dick and grinned as he imagined it was her blood he was rubbing on his cock. She was going to be his.

  * * * *

  “Jackson Kincaid!”

  “You’re in trouble now, brother. Mom just went full-name mad on your ass.” Ronan Kincaid smiled as only a sibling could at the thought of a parental smack down.

  Jack smiled at the petite dervish making her way around his desk for a hug. “Hello, Mother, you look beautiful as ever.”

  “Don’t try that crap with me. Your father still hasn’t figured out that doesn’t work, the old coot.” Martha, Marty to her friends, Kincaid hugged her youngest son, then moved on to her oldest. Her boys were her pride and joy, but she was ready to kick their stubborn butts for not settling down already. When Jack had run out to the car, frantic the other day going on about some girl, she’d practically clapped her hands in glee. Then he’d ruined it by not bringing the girl home. Well Lexington wasn’t that far away from Barton and she wanted to meet her future daughter-in-law now.

  “Where is my new daughter? Ronan said she was absolutely lovely, I can’t believe you haven’t brought her to the house yet. Don’t you love your mother, Jack? I’m not getting any younger. I want to hold grandbabies and soon.”

  “Mom, don’t you think it’s a little soon to be talking about grandchildren?” Jack glared at Ronan. This was his doing, no doubt.

  “No, I do not. Ronan said she was the one. The Kincaid clan and their infernal superstitions. Is she, Jack? Grasping one of his hands, Marty waited to hear his response. She’d told her husband to stop with his only one nonsense, scared the boys wouldn’t take any of their relationships seriously and end up alone. The stubborn man had insisted the boys needed to know. That it was a Kincaid legacy if she thought it was hokum or not. That his boys would have true love in their lifetime if they weren’t scared to seize it.

  Jack tried to keep the smile from his face, but couldn’t hold it in. “She is, Mom. It’s just like Dad said. I’m crazy about her. Hell, I’m just crazy at this point. It feels like my skin is on too tight. When she’s not with me I feel restless. The damn woman is making me certifiable.” Jack looked at his brother and saw the look of longing on Ronan’s face. Shit. He was being insensitive.

  “Jack, I’m so happy for you.” Marty was on the verge of tears at seeing her son so rattled. For years she’d prayed that her boys would be as lucky as she was in love, she’d lived a blessed life.

  “She’s stubborn, Mom.”

  “Sound just like your mother, son.” Jack looked up to find his dad striding through the doorway. John Kincaid was bigger than life even in his dotage, as he liked to call it. “This woman had me chasing her through two countries before she finally let me catch her. Marty, leave the boy alone, we’ll meet the young lady in due time.”

  “Humph, he could have brought her by already.”

  “Mom, your wish has been granted, it looks like the lovely Kat has found her way to Jack. Who’s she riding with, Jack? Holy shit, there is no way that is Chase Tazrovick hugging her.”

  Jack shoved his brother out of the way, to look out into the parking lot. Sure enough Chase was wrapped around his Kat, dammit, gay or not the man needed to learn to keep his hands to himself. He watched her wave as Chase pulled out of the lot with a squeal of tires. Nope, she wasn’t riding with that maniac ever again.

  “Seriously Jack, that was Chase ‘the Taz’ Tazrovick. He’s a damn good MMA fighter. I’ve watched him several t
imes. He retired about five years ago for some reason. We were all sure he was going to be the next big thing. He looked like he was just playing with his opponents. Then he’d get tired of the whole thing and choke them into submission. Or just knock their asses out… I almost shed a tear when I found out he’d stopped fighting.”

  “He probably realized how hard it would be for him come out with the MMA crowd. He’s happily in a relationship with a guy named Albert, from what Kat tells me. Threatened to beat me senseless if I hurt her.”

  “Damn, I wonder if I could meet him, and Jack, if that man wants to beat you senseless trust me no matter how good of a scrapper you are he’s going to beat you senseless. Wonder if he’d consider fighting again, looks like he stays in shape at least,” Ronan mumbled, still staring out the window at the now empty spot. Jack had to smile, the whole being gay thing never even registered. Not that it mattered to him. He liked Chase just fine gay or straight, as long as he kept his hands to his damn self.

  Hearing a knock on the conference room door, he turned as it opened with Kat smiling widely at the lodge hostess next to her.

  “Thanks, Sheryl. I’ll call you about that spot as soon as I can get a reference from Greg. Oh shoot, Jack, I’m sorry I didn’t know I was interrupting anything, I’ll just wait out here.” Kat had just turned to back out of the room when a large weathered hand grasped her elbow.

  “Nonsense, young lady, we were just talking about you. Come right on in. I’m JC Kincaid and this is my wife, Martha. Those two hooligans belong to us.”

  Kat looked up at the big man holding her hand and the small woman beside him beaming from ear to ear. He was like an older version of Ronan. Before the thought did much more than process, she found herself enveloped in a bone crushing hug from Jack’s mom. “Oh my dear, you are lovely, just lovely. Isn’t she lovely, JC? I can see why Jack is chasing his own tail. Just lovely.”

  “Let the girl up for air, Marty.” Kat smiled bemusedly at the small woman.

  “It’s nice to meet you, ma’am, and you too, Mr. Kincaid. I’m a friend of Jack’s. I didn’t mean to intrude on your family time.” Kat lost her thought as she felt Jack step up behind her and pull her tightly into his front.

  “Hello, sunshine. How was your day?”

  JC Kincaid watched the petite little thing in Jack’s arms blush crimson as his son nuzzled her throat and gave her a squeeze. His normally reserved younger son had forgotten they were even in the room, his whole being focused on the small person in his arms. He put his hands in his pockets to keep from rubbing them together in glee. He was going to be bouncing grandbabies on his knee very soon.

  “Hey, Kat. Good to see you again.” Ronan brushed his brother aside and gave Kat a tight hug. She thought she would feel awkward around Ronan after that morning, but surprisingly he made it easy.

  Jack frowned as his brother hugged Kat and stole her back. “Get your own girl, mooch.”

  Ronan grinned. “So, Katie. I couldn’t help but notice that was Chase ‘the Taz’ molesting you out in the parking lot.” Ronan dodged as Jack took a swipe at him. “I’m a huge fan. Do you think I could meet him?”

  Chapter 10

  Kat marveled at her day as she lay in the enormous soaker tub in Jack’s en suite. The Kincaids had insisted they all have a nice dinner together at Seasons, of all places. Kat had felt a bit awkward at first when she’d walked through the door, but Greg and the rest of the crew had greeted her happily. Greg had apologized again for letting her go said the guys in the kitchen had been pissed when they’d found out she’d been fired and had burned every dish that had come out that night. He’d laughed when he told her so at least no one had gotten into trouble over her. She’d really enjoyed the rest of the evening.

  Ronan had spent the majority of the night parked at the bar, listening raptly to everything Chase had to say about MMA fighting… total man crush there. Jack’s family was wonderful. They were so warm and funny. Marty, as she insisted Kat call her, was a riot. Those boys had no idea she had them dancing on her strings. Kat’s own mom had passed away before Kat was old enough to even recall her face. Her dad had been wonderful, though. He could braid hair better than most moms, loved watching Saturday morning cartoons with her, and had helped her pick out her prom dress as well as threaten her prom date. She missed him terribly since he’d decided to move to Arizona, but he’d finally found love again and Kat was happy for him.

  “Baby, you’re going to start to prune if you stay in much longer and the water must be chilled come on out.” Jack had a huge towel open for her to step into. She went without thought and allowed him to dry her off, then apply lotion all over her body. Why did it feel so much better when he did it? He rubbed until she felt drowsy and loose, she hadn’t realized how tired she was today. “Poor thing, come on, you’re dead on your feet.”

  “Jack, I need something to sleep in,” she replied as he picked her up and walked toward the bedroom.

  “Not any more, baby, I’ll keep you warm I promise.” Jack nuzzled into her hair. She smelled like cinnamon and vanilla. Laying her carefully on the bed, he stripped out of his own lounge pants and pulled her close. She snuggled into him molding her body to his, he wanted to slide into her warmth right then, but his little sub needed sleep. Jack was sure this had to be heaven. He’d never been more content in his life than holding Kat in his arms.

  * * * *

  Kat came awake as the orgasm crashed over her body. “Jack.”

  “Good morning, sunshine.” Jack grinned wickedly from the V of her legs, licking his lips as if he’d just finished a decadent dessert. “You even taste like cinnamon and vanilla.” Crawling up her body, he kissed her deeply. She could taste herself on his tongue.

  “What’s your safe word, Katherine?”

  Katherine felt her heart pound heavily. “Root beer.”

  “I’m going to push you a bit today, but if you need to use your safe word, use it. Do you understand me?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good, girl. Has anyone ever fucked your ass, Katherine?”

  Kat sputtered at his question. Then jumped when he landed a sharp blow on her clit. “It’s a simple question, Katherine. Yes, someone has fucked that sweet little hole, or no.”

  Kat tried to ignore the heat gathering in her pussy. “No, Jack.”

  Jack landed another blow on her already aching clit. “How do you address me, Katherine?”

  “Sir, No one has ever been there, Sir.”

  Jack was on his side lazily stroking her nipples as Katherine squirmed under his intense scrutiny. He could see her labia swelling in arousal. Her little clit was poking out of its hood. She did like her spankings. “I’m going to fuck your little tight hole tonight. Today you are going to wear a plug that will get you ready for my dick, it’s smaller than what I would normally use, but you are such a tiny little thing I want to make sure you aren’t sore. You will wear it until I take it from you. If you remove it before then your punishment will not be something you’ll enjoy I promise you.” Jack gave the nipple he was playing with a hard tweak and watched her writhe on the bed. Fucking beautiful.

  Kat tried to catch her breath as Jack grabbed a small wrapped package from the bedside table. She watched curiously as he tore open the packaging and revealed a tapered looking object. Was that the plug? No way was that thing going up her ass. He’d said it was smaller than he normally used, that thing wasn’t small in the least. She watched horrified as Jack started putting clear lube on the end. Yep, he was going to pop that thing up her ass, nope not happening. What had those damn books called limits? A hard limit or a soft limit. Apparently something up her ass was going to be a hard limit.

  Jack saw the exact moment Kat started to panic. “Katherine, look at me. That’s right, look at me, not at the plug. Breathe with me sweetheart, that’s it. I would never hurt you, Katherine. I want only pleasure for you. Trust me. You’ll love having me fill that little hole, you’ll beg for me to take you there.” />
  Kat heard Jack’s words. She knew he’d never hurt her, it was just so new and scary. She didn’t think things were meant to be shoved up there. Maybe she’d get a tattoo after this that read “exit only.”

  “You can use your safe word baby. This only works if we have trust. If you can’t trust me to care for you, cherish you, protect you, and know what your body needs we have nothing.”

  Kat closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths, she did have her safe word and she knew Jack would stop if it was too much for her. Opening her eyes, she let her body open and relax again.

  “Such a brave little sub.” Jack had placed the plug back on the wrapper. His sub needed a reward for being so brave.

  Kat groaned when she felt Jack slide a finger into her pussy, God, would she ever get enough of this man? She’d have to file away as many Jack Kincaid memories as possible. He’d given her a week. It would have to be enough. He fucked into her relentlessly adding another finger stretching her slightly, rubbing her clit with his thumb. It felt so good. He knew exactly what she liked. Kat tensed when she felt his other hand searching out the tight little rosette between her ass cheeks. “That’s a girl, I’ve played back her before, don’t you remember how good it felt. Imagine my cock up here and a vibrator in this hot pussy, you’ll be so tight and wet for me.”

  Kat opened her legs wider, giving him better access to her ass. She felt a finger slide in past the muscle. Yes, she remembered this, it felt oddly good. When he started adding another finger, she couldn’t help but clench against it. “Let me in, Katherine.” That voice. Damn him and that voice. She automatically unclenched her buttocks and he slid in the second finger. There was a slight burn for a split second and then, oh, what was that? Oh yes, right there again, please.