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Ready to tell him she didn’t owe him any sort of explanation about her brothers, she stopped when she realized her purse was singing the “I’m a Little Teacup” song. Her brothers always did have the best timing. Shooting Ronan a scathing look, she dug into her purse to retrieve her phone.
“You better change that ringtone, Emma. Stephen already told you he was going to get you if you didn’t change it to something more studly.” Kat said it loud enough that the person on the other end could hear her.
“I swear I changed it, Stephen. Kat is just putting you on. Yes, it’s that god-awful Kid Rock song you programmed into it last time. Yes, I know if I loved you like I should, I wouldn’t try to emasculate you with the teacup song. Yes, I know you love me even though I’m a pain in the ass.” Emma rolled her eyes in Kat’s direction completely unaware of the storm that was brewing in the doorway behind her.
Kat looked over Emma’s shoulder just in time to see Ronan stalking over to them. Uh-oh, jealous Kincaid male off the port bow.
“No, you don’t have to come in. I’ll meet you outside in a second I have to…” Emma never finished her sentence because Ronan grabbed the phone out of her hand.
“Come on in, Stephen is it? I’ve been dying to meet Emma’s boys.” Not giving the person on the other end a chance to react he disconnected the call and glared at Emma.
Emma knew she should say something, but what she had no clue. He’d really just taken her phone and told her baby brother to come in the house in an extremely threatening manner. “He lays a finger on you and I swear I won’t be responsible for my actions, Emma. And he sure as hell isn’t going to be getting you, whatever that means, over a goddamn ring tone.”
Hearing pounding on the front door Ronan turned to answer it.
“Did he get hit in the head, Kat? What was that all about?” Emma finally found her voice.
“He’s in his alpha-sphere. You better go save your brother.”
“Shit!” Kat couldn’t help but laugh as Emma went sliding across the floor in a race to save the two dunderheads from each other.
“You are a naughty sub.” Kat closed her eyes and nestled into the hard arms of her lover.
“Only for you, Sir, only for you.”
Chapter 13
The next few days went by uneventfully. The Kincaid clan had actually left this morning to do business at the Lodge instead of doing everything from the large den at Jack’s cabin. No other attempt had been made on Ronan. Jack didn’t think the attack was actually meant for Ronan and had everyone on high alert. Kat figured it was Ronan who’d been shot when he was alone, so it was more than likely Ronan they were shooting at… for whatever reason. Kat knew she and Jack still needed to talk about his assumption that she was moving in with him and living like a kept woman. She’d wanted to bring it up to him, but it had never seemed like an appropriate time. “You’re looking at that table so hard, Kat, you might just put a dent in it.”
Kat turned to smile up at Connie. “Lot on my mind, Connie.”
“Anything I can help you think through?” Connie walked past her to the large kitchen sink and started puttering around. He was a master in the kitchen, no doubt about it. It always amused her to think how such a large man could move so gracefully. According to Jack, Alec was a Dom. Maybe he could help her out.
“Alec, do you think I’m a whore?”
Before she could even blink six and a half feet of enraged male was standing in front of her. “Excuse me? I’m sure I didn’t just hear what I think I did come from your mouth. Just because I’m not your Dom doesn’t mean I’ll let you talk about yourself like that.”
Kat wanted to smile at the fierce expression on Connie’s face. He’d gone into Alpha-sphere in a millisecond. “That wasn’t the best way to word it, Connie. I’m just so new to all of this it confuses me. I don’t understand my place. What’s my role? Am I a girlfriend or am I just a sub he sleeps with and plays games with when he’s feeling ‘Dommy’? Not working seems wrong. Like I’m expecting Jack to foot my expenses for the pleasure of my wonderful company. I’m just so confused.” With a defeated sigh, she dropped her head to the table.
She heard Connie pull out the chair next to her and then felt his large hand engulf her own urging her head up. “Well, first off, there’ll be no more of this whore foolishness. Jack would have dumped you over his knee and turned your ass red for that one alone. The spankings you get don’t always have to end so lovely little one, remember that. As for the rest, I can only tell you what I want from a sub, what I expect from a sub. Each D/s relationship will be different based on your needs and desires.”
“I know, but I love him so much Connie and I don’t want to screw it up.”
“You could never screw it up. He feels the same for you. It’s written all over his face. This is something you two need to talk about.”
“But what will I do? I’m not qualified for anything other than waiting on tables. Jack is, well, Jack. He’s worth a bazillion bucks and I’ve got shit, less than shit. I’ll feel so dumb being around all his friends and colleagues.”
“I think you need to let that brain rest a minute and let your heart lead the way. I love Jack like my very own brother. You make him happy. Happier than I’ve ever seen him, so for now you just continue to do that and the rest will fall into place.”
“Connie is right, little Kat. I love you so much it scares me. The thought of you not being with me is unthinkable. I’ll do whatever I need to do to keep you with me, and keep you happy. If Lexington doesn’t appeal to you then I’ll move the entire operation here.” Jack moved to the table and lifted Kat from the stool and deposited her onto his lap.
“Do you understand my concerns, Jack?”
“Of course I do, sweetheart. I know exactly how mean and spiteful people can be. I also know you can’t live your life for the good opinion of others.”
Kat didn’t say anything, she simply snuggled into Jack’s chest and mulled over everything. She loved Jack, more each day. It was hard to believe they’d known each other for such a short period of time. Could she take a chance? What was the worst that could happen? Some stupid blogger or journalist would call her a fat old sow or they’d find out she had been a waitress? It wasn’t that she didn’t want more for herself. Her divorce had really done a number on her, more so than she realized. She’d fallen into a comfortable rut here in Barton.
Jack was making plans in his head for where he’d be putting their headquarters. The thought of just buying the Lodge was tempting. There wouldn’t be a lot of construction needed and his employees would already be familiar with the facility. He’d have to travel more, but with Kat with him and each trip would be more vacation than work. She loved Barton, had friends here that were like family. He hadn’t realized how much of a change it would be for her to move into Lexington until he’d heard her talking to Connie. The Dom in him simply wanted his sub around 24/7. Working from Barton wouldn’t be any trouble. It was an hour outside Lexington. Hell, he could commute until everything was done here.
“Ok, Jack. I love you with all my heart and I want to be with you. I can’t stand the thought of being separated from you by even just an hour’s drive. But, you are going to have deal with me working. I can’t just lounge around eating bonbons and getting fat thighs.”
Jack chuckled at the frown between her eyes. There was his little bratty sub. “That makes my heart complete, little Kat.” Slowly standing, Jack put Kat on her feet, gave her a quick kiss, and a slap on the ass. “I think, however, we’ll be staying here in Barton. The logistics are doable and it would make you happy to be around your loved ones… and, Kat, making you happy, keeping you safe and feeling loved is my number one priority.”
Kat watched Jack saunter out of the room with a cell phone in his hand. “What just happened?” she whispered to no one in particular.
“I believe, little sub, it all just fell into place,” Connie said with laughter in his voice.
* * * *
Master Stone watched Marla walk across the parking lot of Earl’s. Her face had healed nicely since he’d seen her last. She looked agitated as she talked to that big bastard she always brought to his home. Probably wanted drug money. Pity some people couldn’t control their obsessions. Although, he was starting to realize he’d become slightly obsessed with catching and fucking one Kat Robertson. He thought about her all the time, the things he’d do to her when he finally took her.
It had been a few days since he’d shot Jack’s brother. It looked like his plan hadn’t worked. The whole family was still in town. He’d have to work on another way to get rid of them. A shout from across the lot caused him to focus back on the two idiots he’d been studying before. Marla was now standing alone in the gravel lot, scrolling through her phone. All alone, no protection. He was feeling the itch to fuck. She’d be fun to play with. No one would miss the town whore. Maybe he’d treat her like all the other cunts in town. Let her ride him and have some fun, make her think she was in charge for just a little while. Just long enough to give her hope that sweet pussy had tamed him to her hand. This was actually starting to sound like a fun game. A way to pass the time until he had his sweet, little kitty Kat. There were some things, new things he wanted to give a try. Shit, he’d found on a message board that had caused his dick to ache at the mere thought of doing it to a woman. If he ended up killing Marla, oh well, she needed to die anyway.
Marla needed a hit. Losing that damn job had put a serious dent in her cash-making enterprise. One of the assholes at Earl’s had offered her a joint for a blow job. Who the fuck did he think he was dealing with? She had fucked CEOs on soft Egyptian sheets littered with cash. She’d pulled a train for a board of directors and been gifted with jewelry, drugs, and money simply for letting a few dusty dicks fuck her together. Now some fucking dirty bastard from Earl’s wanted her to suck his dick for a twenty-dollar joint?! Lonnie only had a few dollars on him so he was no help. Maybe she could talk that mechanic guy into something. No, he liked that fucking bitch that had gotten her fired.
“Hello Marla, it’s a lovely night for a lonely stroll, don’t you think?”
Marla tried not to react to that voice. He scared the hell out of her. “Mr. Stone… I mean Master Stone, what are you doing at Earl’s?”
Master Stone felt his dick hardening at the fear that trembled in her voice. “I drove by and saw you standing here looking so sad. Is there anything I can do to help? Earl’s isn’t a nice place to be alone at night. Maybe I can offer you a ride to somewhere.” He deliberately stroked her arm gently. She shied away, but he saw the confusion in her eyes. He always handled her roughly.
“Well, if you don’t mind. I came with Lonnie, but he’s mad at me.” Marla was confused. Stone was acting out of character.
“Tsk, tsk. How could any man be angry with such a lovely woman? A woman as beautiful as you should always be happy and pampered.” Getting out the baggie he had brought with him, he allowed her to see it. She whimpered in need. “Allow me to ease you, beauty. We must not let everyone see us. Come back to my truck.”
Marla hesitated, but that sweet high was inches away. She looked up into his smiling face, he was actually quite handsome for an older guy… and he was being so nice to her. What could it hurt?
Stone saw the moment he had her. This was a fun game! Once they reached his truck he helped her into the cab and let his hand linger on her ass. When she shifted into his grasp he was glad she couldn’t see the smile on his face, the game would have been over. “That’s right, my beauty, I’m going to take care of you in just a moment. Let me cut you some lines, sweetheart.” He spread a bump of coke onto the dash of his truck. She was watching him, mesmerized. “Come on, love, climb up on my lap so you can reach it with this straw.” She did as he told her and took the straw. He adjusted her so her pussy was over his now exposed cock. Luckily, she’d not worn panties under her lovely skirt.
She whimpered when he started to enter her, he cooed nonsense. “Let me in this sweet pussy, beauty. That’s a girl, doesn’t that feel good?” Stone worked himself all the way in, as she slowly snorted the lines on his dash. He watched in satisfaction as her hips began to move without his guidance. Wetness now coated his cock. She was loving every minute of this bullshit. Her pussy was gripping him tightly and he felt her release moments later. “You felt so good, beauty. Come home with me, let me love you like this all night.”
Marla leaned back into Stone’s lean body. He cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples lightly. The drugs were racing through her system and she could feel oblivion stealing away all her problems. God, she needed the fuck and the drugs so badly. He was hung like a horse and usually hurt her, but this time he had rocked her gently. She’d felt all his piercings rubbing against her walls and clit. It had felt so good. He was still hard and she wanted to fuck again. Rolling her hips, she was rewarded with his sharp intake of breath. Yum, he felt good in her pussy when he was being gentle. Maybe he’d changed, maybe she was really that good in bed and now he was trying to please her to keep her happy. He had money, drugs and that lovely big cock. Maybe she would go back to his house and enjoy the rest of the night doing just this over and over. The lovely little orgasm that shot through her pussy while she rocked on him helped make the decision. “You keep fucking me like this and I’ll give you anything you want, Master Stone.”
“Oh my beauty, you don’t know how happy that makes me. I want so much from you.”
* * * *
Lonnie watched the large truck with tinted windows pull out of the lot onto the highway. That had been the same truck that crazy Stone fellow drove. Surely Marla hadn’t been stupid enough to go with him. Looking around, he couldn’t see her anywhere. She hadn’t come back into the bar or gone to huff and pout in the car like he figured she’d do because he didn’t have any money. Maybe he should go to her house and make sure she was ok, she had a bad habit of going off with guys so they’d give her drugs. He had to watch out for his friend.
* * * *
“So you’re just moving it all here?”
“Yep.”
“Just like that?”
“Yep.”
“Well, brother, if you want to move into the country, I’m all for it.” Ronan grinned up at his baby brother while trying to suck the bottom out of his protein shake.
“Yeah, somehow I didn’t think you’d have a problem with it.” Jack tried to keep the smile from his face, but didn’t quite manage it.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Ronan wasn’t even looking at Jack now. He was making ridiculous slurping noises trying to get every drop of that chocolate concoction into his body.
“Because your drugs of choice are located here, big brother.”
Ronan slammed the empty tumbler down, stood up and stalked to the window. “I could live without the damn shakes, Jack.”
“Wasn’t the shakes I was talking about. No, it was more like a certain little shake maker. Tall, willowy, shy… ringing any bells?”
“She makes her ‘boys’ wait on me, you know. I go in there twice a day sometimes and she won’t even look at me.”
“Do you think it was because you tried to punch her baby brother?”
Ronan turned from the window, scowl in place. “Baby? That bastard is six-five. What was I supposed to think? Kat was talking about some guy beating on her and this big son of a bitch comes at me like a bull bellowing for Emma. I reacted, plain and simple. She’s being unreasonable.”
Jack grinned at his brother. Ronan did not worry about women. He fucked them and left. The fact that Emma had him grumpy and making excuses spoke volumes. “Well, you better hope those things are low in fat and calories or you’ll be buying new suit jackets.”
“You telling me, bro. I’ve had to add an extra hour to my workout just to keep from gaining any weight. You know I watched her make these. Kat was right. She puts all this healthy shit, like kale or spinach and beets in here and it magically turns int
o a chocolate orgasm.”
“Dude, you’ve got issues. Bet the look on her face will be priceless when you tell her you’re here for good.”
Ronan was striding out the door before Jack finished the last word, smiling from ear to ear. “I got something to do. Just let me know the details, I’ll sign whatever I need to get the ball rolling.”
Jack chuckled as his brother practically ran out of the room to go torment poor Emma Black. He’d left the cabin right after his talk with Kat. She and Connie were driving over to Ruth’s house to visit and he assumed deliver the news they’d be staying for the duration. He’d already lined up several properties to visit with an agent today. The Lodge, after some thought, would stay the lodge and not their office headquarters. “Mr. Kincaid, your appointment is here.” Jack smiled at Margot, the older woman who ran the front like a drill sergeant.
“Thank you, Margot,” Jack said as he motioned the man forward.
“Mr. Kincaid, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”
Jack stood to shake hands with the lanky middle-aged man walking through the door. He ran a successful real estate agency in town, hopefully he’d be able to locate a nice piece of land and get started on his offices as soon as possible. Until he did, his staff would be commuting back and forth. Not an ideal situation. “The pleasure is mine, Mr. Stone. You came highly recommended. I’m hoping we can get this all handled as quickly as possible.”
“Mr. Kincaid, I’ll have you sorted as quickly and painlessly as possible.” Andrew Stone couldn’t believe his luck. When Jack Kincaid had called this morning it was as if the angels themselves were on his side. He’d hoped shooting the brother would scare them back to the city, should have killed him. Hindsight was a bitch. Then this golden opportunity had fallen into his lap. Jack Kincaid would be dead in a few hours and Kat Robertson would be his.