Pleasant Extortion (The Extortionists 1)

“I’m an extension of him! Don’t you see?”

Kurt took a deep breath, shook his head, shrugged, and left the room.

Randon cupped her cheek. “No, I don’t see. When I look at you, all I see is my woman. You don’t belong to the extortionists. You won’t walk around here for eternity with no idea of who you are or where you’ve been. They may kill off all of us one by one, but by damn they won’t take you. We’ll guard you with our last breaths. And if something should happen to me, Kurt has given me his word, he will see this thing through to the end.”

“What do you mean if something should happen to you?” Her eyes were wide and wild. “Don’t you see, Randon? That’s precisely what I can’t face.”

“What baby?” He dragged her closer, breathing in her sweet scent as he held her. “What are you afraid of?”

She sobbed as he wrapped her in his arms. Then, to his surprise, she reached up and kissed him, drawing him into a passio

nate duel of tangling tongues and groping bodies. When their kiss broke, she whispered across his lips, “I’m afraid of losing that, Randon. What we have is special. It’s electric. If I lose that, I’ll never love again.”

Now probably wasn’t the time to tell her that he believed her. As his chosen mate, she would never love again if something happened to him and he would never love another if something happened to her. It was the nature of that aged curse.

Then again, Randon’s ancestors all believed as he believed. With every curse came a mountain of blessings.

“Come on, honey,” he said, dragging the first jacket around her shoulders. “We have quite a few of these and you have to wear them all so let’s get busy.”

“I know another way we could get busy,” she said, gnawing her bottom lip.

“You do?” He liked her way of thinking.

He didn’t try to stop her when she stripped off her T-shirt, pulled down her pants, and lost her undergarments. Before he could lose his slacks and kick off his shoes, she’d stuffed her arms in the first leather jacket and knelt to the floor.

Stroking her bottom with her palm, she eyed his slacks. “Spank me.”

A guttural growl seeped from his lips as he picked up his pants and tugged the belt free. Folding the strap in half, he stood behind that glorious ass. Smiling to himself, he also caught a glimpse of those jackets, too.

The fellows would just have to wait.

He reared back and slapped the leather against her skin, loving the whimpers she released after the first strike. He spanked her again. Her butt didn’t jiggle or shake.

“Sweet damn, woman. You make me horny.”

She shook her bottom at him and peered around her torso. “Then demonstrate how a horny man shows his appreciation.”

“Don’t tempt me.”

“I’m tempting you, Randon,” she whispered, moistening her lips. “How long will it take before you give into temptation and just fuck the hell out of me?”

Chapter Eighteen

They’d only made it through about five or six jackets. She’d modeled them for show, bent over and accepted a spanking, and teased him until he wasn’t just rigid, he was in tremendous pain.

He needed relief and when he caught a hint of her stirring arousal, the carnal beast within came rolling to the fore. “Bend over.” He stood behind her with his belt again.

She was too willing, too eager. She knelt in front of him, shoved her hips high in the air, and kept her head down. Accepting that sweet ass like a gift, he spread her cheeks and eyed her puckered rim. Goodness gracious sakes alive, he knew he should’ve left temptation alone, but there were so many things he wanted to try with his mate, so much of her he’d yet to explore.

He dragged his fingers between her swollen globes and touched the small rosette hidden there. She jolted forward with a feminine moan. “I can’t, Randon.”

“You can.”

She shook her head. “I’m sure I can’t.”

“Have you ever tried?” he asked, reaching forward. Rubbing the back of his hand against her pussy, he watched as goose bumps scattered along her hips.

Pushing up the jacket she wore, he wasn’t surprised to find more of the same. He caressed her back and hips before latching onto her torso and sliding her body toward his.