Mustang by Piper Stone

Chapter 14

Danni

Nightmares.

I hadn’t been plagued with them for years, even after the ugly experiences I’d endured since moving back to Montana. During the two hours of fitful sleep, I’d had at least three, one coming after the other. I’d finally given up close to five in the morning, easing out of bed without disturbing the sleeping giants. As I stood by the window, peering into the darkness through the ice crystals that had formed on the glass, I realized that Mustang had slept peacefully, barely moving. Even the two dogs were at peace, their heads nuzzled together as if they’d been buddies their entire lives.

I pressed my hand against the frigid glass, thankful that my sleeping hero had insisted on staying the night. While I had no fear of the assholes returning at this point, I agreed with Mustang that they weren’t finished with their warnings.

Especially if I refused to give in to their tyranny.

When I was younger, I’d had several premonitions, some of which had come true, although none of them were as troubling as the one I’d experienced regarding Mustang. I couldn’t fathom why my mind would have gone to such extremes, other than the fact every muscle in my body was suffering from the exhaustion I felt. I couldn’t budge the sickening sensations or the gnawing fear that remained in my gut, nor was I able to answer the question of why anyone would be out to get Mustang and his friend.

And how the hell had I gotten in the middle of the mess?

“Come back to bed, Danni.”

His deep baritone cut through the quiet, a beckoning that my body instantly responded to. He was controlling in every way, even though his eyes often twinkled with a mischievous side. Still, I shuddered from the few words spoken, heat rushing into my cheeks for no apparent reason. “I couldn’t sleep.” I heard the rustle of covers and didn’t need to see in the darkness to know he’d thrown them off his body.

“I said. Come,” he commanded.

He turned on the light by the nightstand, inching onto his elbow as he studied me. The sight of his naked body lying in my bed was far too delicious to resist. When Zorro lifted his head, he said something under his breath. Within a few seconds, the pup nuzzled Rattler until he roused from his slumber, both gradually getting off the bed.

I moved closer, allowing my heated gaze to fall slowly down the length of Mustang’s body, dragging my tongue across my lips. “You have a way with animals.”

“I know a thing or two.”

“I’m impressed.”

His nostrils flared as he tilted his head. “Remove your nightgown. I need you naked.”

Everything about him was so damn masculine, every chiseled muscle highlighted in the warm glow of the lamp. I took a few seconds to enjoy and appreciate the view before edging closer, yet not close enough he could reach out and grab me. It was no longer a surprise that even the sound of his voice excited me, leaving my nipples hard and my pussy tingling.

I gave him a naughty smile, darting a single glance at the dogs before swaying my hips back and forth. He didn’t seem amused, his lips pursing and his eyes losing their glisten.

But I could tell he was hungry, his cock standing at full attention.

Very slowly I eased one slender strap of my nightgown over my shoulder, keeping my eyes locked onto his. I could tell exactly what he planned on doing to me and I wanted nothing more than to have him devour me.

Every. Single. Inch.

“Such a tease,” he managed, his voice little more than a guttural whisper.

“Always.”

“That will get you another round of punishment.”

I blew him a kiss then turned away from him, taking an extended time to lower the strap on the other side, shimmying my hips back and forth. No matter the danger we faced, we still had the rest of the night, perhaps a beautiful morning to enjoy each other’s company before reality set in. I shoved away the ugly thoughts as I allowed the silk to slide just a few inches, catching the material with one hand before it fell to the floor.

He growled as I slowly turned to face him, using my other hand to crawl the material up along my thigh, flashing him a single time. I was surprised when I giggled, the girlie sound floating into the room. The man had unleashed a side of me I’d pushed into a big black box, refusing to acknowledge for so long. I’d pushed aside all my desires for work, refusing to acknowledge the hurt I’d felt after my earlier betrayal. The man I’d dated hadn’t bothered to get to know the real me, learning less than Mustang had in a short period of time.

Or maybe I wanted the macho cowboy to break through my outer skin, revealing the girl who’d always craved protection, maybe even dominance. While I still found it hard to believe, the fact my body responded to his commands the way it did was telling.

He rubbed the flat of his hand down his chest as he furrowed his brow, every breath he took more ragged than the one before. I couldn’t take my eyes off him as he crawled his fingers toward his cock, wrapping his hand around the base.

I continued to enjoy teasing him, darting my fingers between my legs, tossing my head from side to side as I swirled the tip of a single finger around my clit. “Mmm…” My moan was loud enough one of the dogs huffed, forcing me to bite back a smile.

“A brat. A tease. A rule breaker. I will remember,” he said half under his breath.

“Not me.” I licked my lips as I slipped my finger up and down the length of my pussy, gazing at him through hazy eyes. As he continued to stroke his cock, his hand twisting from side to side, my mouth watered at the thought of having his cum sliding down the back of my throat.

“Every bit you, dirty girl. When you’re finished tormenting me, I’m going to eat you raw. Then I’m going to fuck you. After that, I’m going to spank that beautiful ass of yours until you can’t sit down for a week.”

“Only if I let you.”

He chuckled in his dark and dangerous manner, a sly smile crossing his face. “You aren’t in control, Doctor. I am. Something for you to keep in mind. I will fuck you when and how I want to. As far as punishment? Every day.”

His filthy words only fueled the raging fire that had already erupted, both breasts aching from the building desire. I thrust two fingers past my swollen folds, grinding my hips as I pumped in and out. My eyes had difficulty focusing but I refused to take them off his blatant actions, enjoying the way he shifted his hand to his balls, rolling them between his fingers.

I could tell by his chest rising and falling that he was having difficulty watching me. The glisten of pre-cum oozing from his sensitive slit was another delicious giveaway that I was driving him crazy. As the slick material bunched over my hand, I slowly allowed it to fall, exposing one of my nipples. His savage growl created a solid line of goosebumps popping along my arms and legs. I knew I couldn’t keep this up much longer.

I was too insane with need, my nerves on edge. The man could turn me on like no other. I closed my eyes briefly as I masturbated, moving from side to side from the beautiful music playing inside my head. I was almost lost to the simplistic act until I felt a hand wrapping around my wrist, yanking me forward.

“Oh!” I squealed as he fell back on the bed, forcing me to straddle his legs.

Within two seconds, he yanked the gown over my head, tossing it as far across the room as possible. “I told you that you are not. In. Charge.” As he cupped both breasts, squeezing with enough pressure I moaned, he lowered his head to the pillow. He seemed different tonight, much more in control, his demeanor as if he owned me.

The thought was riveting as well as exciting, my pussy clamping and releasing as I gyrated on his thighs. My juice staining his rugged skin, he flicked his fingers back and forth across my hardened nipples.

“Be careful, little girl. You’re going to get what’s coming to you,” he muttered.

“Then why should I be careful?”

“You’re playing with fire.”

I leaned forward, rubbing my hands up and down his chest, allowing my lips to shift within a few centimeters of his. “So. What?”

The second he pinched my nipples, twisting and pulling them, the wash of pain made my legs shake. I was alive, the fire threatening to consume me. However, I refused to allow him to win this little game. As I caressed his skin, digging my fingers into his muscles, I rocked up and down, issuing husky moans and whimpers.

I could tell I was driving him crazy, his breathing even more ragged.

“Such a naughty little minx,” he whispered after a full minute, pulling on my nipples once again then sliding his hand down my sides, taking his time and caressing his skin before clamping his fingers around my hips.

The hard jerk forced my eyes open wide as he tugged me over his head, holding me aloft. Whimpering, I pressed my hands against the wall over the headboard, biting back a series of cries. The last thing I wanted to do was disturb the pups. I stared down at him, pulled instantly into his dark longing. I could swear I was able to look directly into his soul. The way he was looking at me was primal, his hunger off the charts.

“Now, I feast.”

His words were so dark, so velvety that I was shoved into a moment of pure fantasy. When he drew me down, growling like the beast he’d turned into, I threw back my head, gasping for air. I could no longer think clearly from the second he swiped his tongue around my clit. Just once. I was shocked at the effect he had on me as he repeated the move, my body bucking from the sensations coursing through me.

“Oh, God. Oh…” I couldn’t bite back the words fast enough, my mind fuzzy as hell. I clawed the wall when he swirled his tongue around my clit several times, finally sucking on my tender tissue. The sounds he made were exaggerated, a man suckling the perfect morsel. I held my breath to keep from moaning again then became lightheaded. I was a mess, wanting nothing more than to ride his face like a wild stallion.

Mustang lifted me higher, blowing across my entire pussy. “Do you want more, little girl?”

“Yes. Oh, God, yes.”

“Then ask me nicely.”

I tossed my head from side to side before staring down at him. “You’re so mean.”

“If you don’t do what I request, I’ll hold you this way for several hours.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

His slight grin gave me shivers. “Try me, little girl.”

“Please lick me. Sir. Big sir.” As his eyes twinkled, I issued a growl of my own. “So mean.”

“So damn tasty.” Every sound he made was savage and as he jerked me down, burying his face into my pussy, I couldn’t stop shivering.

“Oh, God. Oh…” I laughed nervously as I dug my knees again his face, my fingers white from the pressure I was using against the wall. He lifted me again, lapping up and down in a lazy manner then driving his tongue deep into my tight channel. When he repeated the move, I was unable to hold back a strangled moan.

“I could eat you for days.”

Oh, please do. Yes. Yes. Yes!

I dropped my head, watching as he licked furiously, taking his time to suck on my clit before driving his tongue inside. Every time he repeated the move, a shiver coursed down my spine. When he brought me down again, I bucked like a wild girl, every nerve ending seared. I knew it wouldn’t be long until I climaxed.

When he pulled me up again, rubbing his mouth against the inside of one thigh then the other, I almost screamed at him for stopping. “You are so wet,” he growled in that deliciously sexy deep bass that drove me wild.

“Are you going to let me come?” I panted, my tone almost unrecognizable.

“Only if you’re a good girl and learn respect.”

“I’ll suck your cock. Sir. I mean sir.”

“Mmm… Let me think.” The man was so damn strong, lifting and tossing me around to face the other side with total ease. “Accepted.”

Purring, I hunkered over, rubbing my breasts against his heated skin as I took his cock into my hand.

“But if you tease me,” he huffed, not bothering to finish his sentence.

As I pulled his cockhead to my lips, rubbing it back and forth across my lips, I was thrown once again by the way he licked up and down, using just the tip of his tongue. He dug his fingers into my skin, keeping me wide open, enjoying the way he was tormenting me.

I took just the tip of his shaft into my mouth, using my strong jaw muscles to suck. As I swirled my tongue back and forth, I was almost giddy from the guttural sounds he made. At least until he smacked my bottom several times, the sting deliciously exciting.

“Bad girl,” he huffed. “Suck me.”

There was nothing like the taste of him, so musky, his exotic scent filling my nostrils. I took another inch inside, trying to concentrate even though he was driving me crazy. The sensations continued to build, leaving me aching all over. I could tell my entire body was shaking as he thrust several fingers beside his tongue, driving in a crazed manner. I sucked harder, going up and down on his cock as I arched my back, bucking against him.

Mustang gave me several additional hard smacks before resuming his feast, licking as if he was a starving man. Within seconds, I knew I couldn’t hold back any longer, a climax rushing into my system.

“That’s it,” he whispered. “Keep sucking while you come for me, baby.”

I had difficulty breathing as the orgasm rushed over me like a raging wave. Lights flashed in front of my eyes, my ears ringing from the intensity of the sensations. The electricity exploded, the white-hot heat unlike anything I’d experienced. I became lost to the pleasure, pumping the base of his cock as I threw my head back and issued a series of broken moans.

“Oh, God. Oh…” I was overwhelmed by the rush of current, my pussy clenching and releasing. Even my hand was shaking as I attempted to pump his shaft, gasping as I attempted to take his cockhead back into my mouth. As the climax continued, I closed my eyes, swirling my tongue back and forth in fervent actions.

“So good, baby girl. So damn hot.”

His words added necessary fuel, allowing me to move my mouth up and down, every inch of my body reeling from the kind of hunger that threw me into a vast wasteland of burning desire. The sound of his heavy breathing was such a sweet reward, prompting me to take more of his cock until I’d reached the base.

Mustang rubbed his hands down my back as he continued licking, bucking his hips as he attempted to take additional control. When he slipped several fingers down the crack of my ass, fingering my dark hole, I lost it again, another mind-blowing orgasm rushing through me. He gripped my hips, riding me up and down his face for several seconds, another blast of electricity ripping through me.

Then I heard his dark and delicious chuckle as he blew a swath of hot air across my bottom, lapping my pussy one additional time. “Now, I fuck you.” There was no hesitation, no holding back as he pushed me further down the length of his body, holding me just over his throbbing cock. “Shove it inside of that sweet channel of yours, sunshine. Then ride me hard.”

The second I placed the tip of his cock past my swollen folds, he jerked me down, forcing me to take every inch of his long, thick shaft. I threw my head back, moaning as stars floated in front of my eyes. I couldn’t stop shaking, my entire body on fire. And I did exactly as he commanded, bucking up and down as I dug my fingers into his thighs. The angle was entirely different, pushing me instantly into a state of bliss. “Oh. Oh. Oh.” What syllables I could form floated into the air, the entire room spinning as pleasure consumed me.

“That’s it, baby girl. Fuck…”

Even as his words faded off, I could still hear his ragged breathing. I couldn’t help but smile as I clawed his legs, savoring every moment of the experience, never wanting it to end. At that moment, I realized that I’d surrendered to him.

Body.

Soul.

Heart.

The realization was stunning, my entire world turned upside down, and I wanted more.

“God, I adore you,” he whispered in a husky voice, lifting his hips and powering into me.

Just hearing the words was a strange reminder that what we were sharing was very real, including the possibility of utter heartache. A part of me was terrified that this would be forced to end, and I didn’t know why.

Other than he was a broken man in several ways.

I could tell he was close to coming, his entire body shaking as he yanked me up and down savagely. There would never be a time that I wasn’t a mischievous woman, or as he would say, a bad little girl. Maybe this was what I’d needed my entire life. As I clamped my pussy muscles, he let out an animalistic roar. For the first time in so many years, I was happy and content.

If only it could last.

Minutes later, he pulled me into the bed beside him, tugging on the covers. Within seconds, both dogs had resumed what they now considered to be their place. As he reached over and turned off the light, I was still able to hear his murmured words over the howling wind.

“You’re mine. For now. Forever.”

I couldn’t take my eyes off the shadows the swaying trees made outside the window, limbs tinkling the panes of glass. An ominous feeling pulsed through me and I jerked the covers over my shoulder. Even the warmth of his body wasn’t enough to take away the chills. Within seconds, his breathing was even, all the tension releasing. As I closed my eyes, I heard the thumps of two tails as the pups drifted off to sleep.

What a beautiful way to end an evening.

Then why was I shivering with fear?

* * *

Emptiness.

The sudden wash drew me from the kind of deep sleep I hadn’t experienced since arriving in Montana. As I opened my eyes, even the minimal light coming in through the blinds was almost too much. Everything was foggy, my mind struggling to remember anything from the night before.

Then a warm wash of desire trickled into my senses and I burrowed my head into the pillow.

His pillow.

I half giggled at the thought as his scent filtered into my nostrils, creating the usual wave of desire. Wetness pooled between my legs at the single thought about him. Him. The larger than life cowboy. The brooding man who refused to take a backseat to anything or anyone.

Including me.

“Mmm…”

Stretching my arm, I hungered to find him there lying beside me, prepared to another raucous session of hot sex. When I was forced to accept that he wasn’t luxuriating in bed, I lifted my head, glancing at the clock, realizing that the power must have gone out at some point during the night. The room was ice cold and there weren’t two big dogs to keep me warm. I also realized that the weapon was missing from the nightstand. Another shiver danced down my spine.

Jerking up, I listened for any sounds coming from within the house as I gathered the comforter around me. At least the wind was no longer blowing. In fact, everything was still, far too much so. Easing out of bed, I grabbed my robe before padding toward the window, wiping my hand across the moisture that had accumulated on the panes of glass. That did little to help me see outside, but from what I could tell, there was no sign of either Mustang or the dogs. A moment of panic settled into my system.

“Zorro.” My call seemed to echo, creating another wave of fear. I rushed into the living room, half expecting to find the three of them cozy in front of the rekindled fire. I found nothing but empty space. As a lump formed in my throat, I rushed toward the front window, breathing a sigh of relief after catching sight of Mustang, the two dogs moving slowly through the deep snow, crystals continuing to fall from the sky. The pups were in no shape to be outside, the extra exertion not good for either one of them.

What terrified me was the fact Mustang had his weapon in his hand.

I moved quickly into the bedroom, struggling into a sweater and jeans, yanking on my heavy boots, then moving quickly to grab my coat before throwing open the door. I was surprised at the amount of snow, at least ten inches, maybe more. I could just make out Mustang, the dogs following closely behind. He was crouched down, looking at something. As I yanked the collar of my jacket around my neck, I took careful steps, ice crunching beneath my feet.

Zorro saw me first, bounding through the snow in my direction, no sign of the trauma he’d experienced the night before. I was amazed he was doing as well as he was. However, I could tell by Rattler’s slow gait that he needed additional tender loving care. When he took off running in my direction, I was terrified he’d rip out his sutures. Yet both seemed so happy, their joyful barks filling the chilly air.

“Babies,” I said as I hunkered down, Zorro knocking me all the way into the snow. “You little brat.” My squeals were almost as loud as their playful sounds. While Mustang glanced in my direction once, he continued to trudge in the opposite direction, searching the woods. I watched him for a short time, finally standing and walking closer.

“Mustang,” I finally called over the loud bark of the dogs.

After a few seconds, he tipped his head in my direction. The gun was still firmly planted in his hand. I could tell as I walked closer that he’d walked a solid arc around the perimeter. When I approached, the look on his face was one of determination.

And fury.

“We had a visitor in the middle of the night,” he said gruffly. “By the looks of it, not too long ago.”

After walking closer, I stared down at the single track made by a heavy-duty tire, surprised that the wind drifts hadn’t covered it up completely. “One of the earlier assholes?”

“Hard to tell.” He gazed down the driveway before shifting his heated glance toward the house. “The power is out.”

“I know.”

As he returned the safety, slipping the gun into the rear waistband of his jeans, he finally gazed into his eyes. “We’re not staying here.”

“Wait a minute. I might have patients to see today and I don’t want to move Rattler.”

He trudged closer, his jaw clenched. “No one is coming out in this until the roads are at least somewhat cleared.”

“Then why are we leaving?”

“Because it’s not safe here. I’m not taking no for an answer, Danni. They’re not going to stop until they get what they want.”

“What do they want?”

“That’s what I plan on finding out.”

“It’s safe here,” I insisted.

Inhaling, he moved toward me quickly, his massive body looming over mine. “Listen to me. The electricity was tampered with.”

“What?” I shrank back, scanning the forest as my nerves shot into overdrive.

“Someone smashed the panel box, Danni. This shit is getting serious.”

I dragged my tongue across my lips, horrible sensations of being watched filtering into my mind.

I had no intention, nor would it do me any good to argue with him. I gazed back down at the track then toward the driveway, suddenly chilled to the bone. “Then where are we going?” I realized I’d whispered the question.

Exhaling, he rubbed his fingers across my cheek. They were frigid. He’d been outside for a long time.

“My place. I haven’t advertised where I live, the only folks who know work at the ranch. You should be safe there, especially until I return.”

“What does that mean?”

He whistled at the dogs, both pups immediately shifting to his side. “That means this shit ends today, one way or the other.”

“O-kay.”

“Just get some things together. Then we leave.”

I trudged back to the house, the dogs following, the same dread continuing to remain in the back of my mind.

All I could do was pray.