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  She started walking and then stopped, turning to watch him close the gate and guide Old Man in her direction. When he noticed her staring, he smiled.

  “Yes, Tracy.” She said the words and waited for them to sink in, for his smile to disappear and his jaw to tighten. She saw the tic of his pulse at his temple and it was her turn to grin.

  Alicia whirled around and walked swiftly up the driveway ahead of him, reveling in her small but glorious victory. She’d surprised him, she knew. Put a dent in his control.

  He’ll make you pay for that.

  She knew it. And for whatever crazy irresponsible not-like-her-at-all reason, she didn’t care. He was offering her something she’d always fantasized about, and Tracy was the kind of man who could deliver. It was thrilling and a little scary, but those feelings—while new and disconcerting—were better than the regret she knew she’d have if she turned him down.

  Now she just had to get through this party without thinking about all the things he was going to do to her tonight. Not think about the wicked, delicious things he’d described on the way over while she was meeting her sister’s new family and making a good first impression.

  Alicia tugged on her sundress, feeling naked without her underwear. She wouldn’t think about that either.

  Good luck with that.

  Chapter Five

  “You did a good thing today, Tracy. It was just what the doctor ordered.”

  Tracy finished his beer and glanced over at the ranch foreman. “Sorry to interrupt the schedule for this, Frank. I know you’re busy.”

  The older man laughed. “Are you kidding? We got more work done today than I expected. The Reyes men needed something to do while their wives cooed over Miguel’s pretty little bride.” He shook his head. “I don’t know why I didn’t think of this sooner. He’s like a new man.”

  “Who?” Tracy frowned. “Frank, did you know Miguel was married?”

  “Hell no. No one did. I meant bringing in the family. He didn’t know half of them yet, and with his father being a no-account and all, I guess he wasn’t looking to. But now look at him. He refused to take the entire day off, helping us with his first branding, and I can’t remember if he’s ever been this relaxed.”

  Neither could Tracy. He watched Miguel laugh at something one of his uncles had said, his arms full with a wriggling two-year-old and his young wife by his side. He looked different. Happy. More so then he’d been this morning when Tracy had pulled him aside and given him a harsh talking to about his wife’s health and happiness. About responsibility to family. Even as he’d berated the boy, he took responsibility for his own mistakes. He knew his aunt had a difficult time asking for help. He should have been more observant with them. Should have welcomed Miguel with a gathering like this instead of tossing him a job and leaving him to sink or swim on his own. He should have known about Jinny and made sure she was taken care of.

  Frank patted his shoulder. “Son, I’ve known you since you were shorter and skinnier than I am, which is a damn long time. You have enough on your plate without adding a helping of guilt. The Reyes haven’t been so flush and happy since your grandfather was young and feisty, so you’re doing fine.” He chuckled. “Better than fine, if the way you and the lovely Ms. Bell have been eyeing each other across the yard all day is any indication.”

  Tracy turned toward the cooler behind him and reached for another bottle. “You’re getting old, Frank. Seeing things.”

  “Sure I am,” Frank grabbed the bottle out of his hand and toasted him jauntily. “I’m old, boy, but I’m not dead yet. Or deaf. I heard Luca say something about Jinny and Miguel moving into the main house tonight while we build them a little lean-to of their own on the property.”

  Tracy narrowed his eyes dangerously. “That’s right.”

  The old man was undeterred. “I also heard her sister will be staying up the mountain with you until the baby is born.”

  “Is this a question?”

  “Not at all. Just hoping you think about the fact that you two will be connected by blood when the little one arrives. And Miguel’s wife only has the one sister as her kin. She’d definitely miss her if Ms. Bell wasn’t around on special occasions.”

  Hell.

  “Damn it, Frank.” He put down his beer and started walking to the stable. All damn day all he’d been able to think about was getting Alicia back to his house. Hours of the women in his family wondering when he was going to get married and the men congratulating him for holding out. Hours of celebration and family togetherness and it felt like torture, because he wanted to be with her. Only her.

  She’d said yes.

  And he hadn’t given a single goddamned thought to what might come after. Hadn’t thought about Alicia being alone at Christmas because she regretted or was ashamed of what they’d done together and she didn’t want to take the chance of running into him. Hadn’t thought about the baby’s birthdays or graduation or wedding. Not until Frank had to go and open up his damn mouth.

  He’d fire the bastard if he weren’t like a second father to him. If he didn’t care so much about his opinion.

  He swore when he reached the stable and made a beeline for Old Man. He’d leave. He’d get back on that damn plane again tomorrow and do his business and his thinking on the fly. Alicia deserved to have this time with her sister. To see her niece or nephew come into the world.

  She didn’t need him or his desire for her to do that.

  He’d just gotten the horse saddled when he heard her voice. “Are we leaving now?”

  Tracy tightened the cinch without looking at her. “I am. You can stay as long as you like.”

  “I can?”

  He nodded, spending more time then he needed to gathering up the reins. “You might need a ride up tomorrow if you decide to stay the night. I’ll be in the air on my way to Texas for business. Not sure if I’ll be back in time for the baby, but I’d still like it if you stayed at my place for the duration.”

  “Wow.”

  The way she said it made him turn his head. Her arms were crossed and she was studying him as if he’d just sprouted an extra head. “Wow what?”

  She shrugged. “Nothing. Fine. Thank you for the offer and I hope you have a successful business trip. Before you leave, maybe you can get me a list of men in the area who might be willing to take over our experiment for you. I’d really appreciate it because I hate leaving things unfinished.”

  Tracy looked around to make sure they were alone in the stable before he pulled her into the stall with him and pressed her against the wood. “Out, Old Man.” The horse walked out of the stall and stood like a sentinel, his ears twitching as he listened to the laughter outside. Tracy turned his attention to Alicia. “A list? That won’t be happening.”

  She lifted her chin and glared up at him. “You think so? You wanted to control my body not my life, remember? And now it looks like you changed your mind. Which is fine, except that I haven’t. You’ve piqued my curiosity, Mr. Reyes. Now I’ll just have to find a substitute to fill in the blanks. If not here then when I get back to New—”

  He kissed her. He hadn’t planned on it but he was sure that if she kept talking he’d have her bound and gagged and thrown over his horse for his whole family to see. Whatever it took so he would stop thinking about another man giving her what he’d wanted to. Touching her without his permission.

  Her mouth opened for him greedily, but her hands were pushing him away. He understood the conflict. Still, he couldn’t let her go.

  He forced his thigh between hers to spread her legs in the confined space, his hand seeking and finding what he hadn’t been able to get out of his mind. One taste and he’d known he wanted more. One touch and he groaned against her lips, unable to resist filling her slowly with one finger. He shuddered. She was so damn tight.

  Alicia wasn’t motionless in his embrace. Her hands had reached down and had his jeans unbuckled and unzipped before he could stop her. He tore his mouth away and s
truggled for breath when her fingers wrapped around his erection. “Alicia, don’t.”

  “You broke our deal,” she whispered, her hips moving against his hand, forcing his finger deeper inside her while she stroked him. “Which means you’re not the boss of me.”

  Oh yes he fucking was. He let her go, gripping her wrists and tugging her away from him, trapping her arms behind her back. “I was trying to be a gentleman, Alicia Bell. Trying to make sure you didn’t have any regrets that would keep you away from your sister. This would be temporary, but family isn’t.”

  She struggled a little against his grip, but he could see it in her eyes. She liked it. “You really are a control freak aren’t you? But I can make my own decisions. I’ve been doing it for a while and I’ve had a lot of practice. Especially when it comes to sex.”

  He lowered his head and pressed his lips to her cheek. “What I want from you is more intimate than sex. I know that, and you don’t. Which is why I was trying to be smart about it.”

  “I know what I want, Tracy. I wouldn’t have agreed to this if I didn’t. If you don’t, that’s okay. Just let me go.”

  “Too late for that, baby.” He let her go and grimaced as he zipped himself back into his pants before picking her up and getting on his horse. He guided her body until she was behind him and made sure her arms were wrapped around his waist. “Hold on. There’s no backing out now.”

  ***

  Alicia felt like she’d been on a roller coaster. For the most part, the day had been full of joyful revelations and laughter. She’d focused on her sister since Tracy—who was apparently the most popular member of the family—was instantly surrounded and on the other side of the party from her for most of the visit.

  Jinny had bloomed for the Reyes family and had been so grateful for Alicia’s new attitude toward Miguel that she practically glowed. It made her happy and sad at the same time. Happy for Jinny, and sad that she’d been the cause of any stress or drama in her sister’s life. And Miguel, for the first time, had come to Alicia and apologized for allowing his pride to get in the way of Jinny’s comfort and wellbeing. He’d admitted to being afraid he’d screw it all up. Being a father. Working on his family’s ranch. Everything. He said after his talk with Tracy, he realized what was most important—making Jinny happy. It had given her hope that things would be better for her sister. A hope that turned to slightly selfish excitement when Jinny told her she and Miguel would be staying at the ranch with her mother-in-law until the baby was born.

  She and Tracy would have his whole house to themselves to continue their experiment.

  When she saw him disappear into the stable she’d been relieved, until she realized what he was doing. She wasn’t sure what made her so bold, her anger or her desire…but whatever it was, she’d won. She’d gotten him right where she wanted him.

  Naked in his living room.

  Smack!

  “Oh, Jesus!” She tried to move, but her wrists were bound behind her back with nylon rope. Her bare body was draped over his lap as he sat on the big leather couch. Her legs were stretched out behind her on the cushions as he pinned her with one firm hand, while the other spanked the cheeks of her ass with merciless and arousing intent.

  Smack! Smack!

  “Tracy!”

  Her skin was on fire. Stinging and tingling and hot. Her breath coming in gasps as she lay over his muscular thighs, the ridge of his cock pressing into her side. She never knew where his palm would land next. If it would be hard or soft, fast or painfully slow. She had no idea spanking would feel so good. Or make her want him more than she already did. “Tracy, please.”

  “Please what, baby? Spank you harder? Don’t tempt me, I know how much you can take.” His voice was gritty with lust and restraint. His hand landed on her left cheek and she shouted at the sharp sensation. “Should I stop? Have you learned your lesson about tempting me to lose my control in public when I can’t do anything about it?”

  Not if this was the result. “Yes!” she promised “Oh God, yes.”

  “I think you’re lying,” he rasped, but she could hear the smile in his voice. “Spread your legs.”

  Alicia whimpered and turned to look back at him, but did as he asked, gasping when she felt his fingers sliding through the arousal between her thighs. “So wet,” he groaned. “Your ass is bright red and you are soaking fucking wet. You like this, Alicia?”

  “Yes!” She felt him drag his wet fingers over her ass gently, tracing designs on her heated skin. “Mmmm.”

  “I like it too,” he confided softly. “Seeing my marks on you. Watching the way you respond. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

  He gripped her under her hips with his big hands and lifted, bringing her to her knees with her ass in the air. Her sensitive breasts pushed against his firm thigh as his tongue lightly followed the path his fingers had taken over her tender cheeks, tasting her arousal and making her shiver. She moaned and pressed her forehead into the couch helplessly.

  His fingers slid between her thighs again. “You’re making me hungry, Alicia. Too hungry. I’m going to need more.” He pushed one finger into her sex and she tilted her hips back invitingly. “Good girl.”

  She felt the second, thick finger and she gasped. “Yes. Oh that feels…”

  “Tight.” She felt his erection press harder against her side as he started to thrust in and out with his fingers. Stretching her. Pressing against a spot inside her that made her moan. He swore. “You have no idea how badly I want to fuck you.”

  “I do,” she gasped. “I want you too. Tracy, I’m—Yes, God. I’m ready.”

  “No, you’re not. What did I say I would do first? Before you could come on my cock?”

  “Your fingers. Your mouth…” she moaned when his fingers pushed deeper, curving inside her and making her restless, breathless.

  “Among other things,” he agreed darkly. She felt his strong arm reach under her shoulders, lifting her head off the couch. “Kiss me, Alicia Bell.”

  He held her as her head turned blindly toward his, groaning at the carnal kiss that seemed to mimic the thrusts of his fingers. Her tongue tangled with his and she used the arm holding her up as leverage so she could pump her hips more forcefully back against his hand. She felt dirty. Sexy. Wanton.

  He bit her lower lip and tugged. She opened her eyes to see his glittering with need. He slowly released her then shifted on the long couch and flipped her over so she was on her back. Her hands still bound behind her pressing into her back as he positioned himself between her thighs and draped her legs over his broad shoulders.

  “Damn, you are a tempting sight. Too fucking tempting.” He lifted her hips off the couch with his free hand, bringing her closer to him. Then with his other hand, still damp with her arousal, slipped two fingers back inside her sex, filling her again. She impatiently tilted her hips down to get more of his thick fingers inside her, needing more.

  “Tracy!”

  He paused. “Do you want to use your safe word already, Alicia?”

  “No.” She shook her head, licking her lips as she looked into his eyes. “I want you.”

  He groaned raggedly and lowered his mouth, spreading her swollen lips apart with his thick tongue and sucking on her clit as he fucked her with his fingers.

  “Oh God,” she cried. “Oh, Tracy that’s…” She tightened her legs on his shoulders, not sure whether or not she wanted to push away or pull him closer. Too many sensations. Every inch of her tingling and sparking with need and pleasure.

  Tracy sucked curled his tongue around her clit as he thrust his fingers deep into her pussy. He lifted her hips higher with his other hand, pressing her sex into his hungry mouth. He was everywhere. Stretching inside her. Filling her everywhere.

  Alicia instinctively pulled him into her with her legs as she came with a scream. He slid out his fingers and thrust his tongue deep inside her sex. He moaned as he drank in her arousal and she pumped her hips against his mouth. He used bo
th hands to grip her sensitive ass cheeks and drive his tongue deeper as she came for him.

  The waves were crashing in on her and they wouldn’t stop, he wouldn’t stop until she was crying out again with another climax, this orgasm stronger than the first. “Oh my God! Tracy!” As her thighs finally relaxed on his shoulders he slid her legs down his sides and let her catch her breath for a moment. She opened her eyes, dazed and smiling weakly.

  “Yes.” Tracy got off the couch, scooped her small body into his arms and carried her up the stairs to his bedroom, not stopping until they were in the master bath. He set her down long enough to remove the rope from her wrists and turn on the water. He pulled her quivering body inside the large shower, letting her feel the pounding heat on her shoulders as he held her against his huge frame and rubbed her arms and hands, making them tingle with renewed circulation.

  He kissed her and she lost herself in the mixture of her arousal and his taste in her mouth. His gentle nips on her lips and playful tongue continued to tease her while he washed her body. As awareness came back to her she took the soap from his hands and started to pay him back in kind. He shuddered when she pressed her soapy body against his, reaching around him to wash his back. Sliding her tummy against his thick, hard cock.

  She wanted him.

  “Alicia,” he sighed, cupping her shoulders and stepping away from her. “Let’s rinse you off.”

  She frowned. “Why won’t you let me touch you? When do I get to drive you crazy?”

  “You already drive me crazy, Alicia Bell. I’m hanging on by a thread here. What is it you want?”

  She let him guide the shower’s wand over her body before lowering her hand to his erection. “This.”

  His laugh was raw. “Jesus. And I was worried you’d be shy.”

  “I thought you were Mr. Observant.”

  “Look at that devilish smile.” He kissed her softly. “You want my cock? I’d like to see those lips wrapped around it.”