Sex Addict (Cowboy Addiction 2)

“Hmm,” Kit said, bracketing his arm around her hips. When he yanked her forward, she fell against his chest, and Kemper saw a flash of lust creep into his brother’s eyes. “I’ll let you know when I get tired of looking at your hot ass and gorgeous tits, okay, sub?” A beat later, he added, “In other words, training isn’t over until I say it’s over.” His arm propelled behind his back, and he gave her a good wallop across the ass.

She gulped, and a breathless sigh fell from her lips. Perhaps the excitement spun through her faster when Kit used that domineering tone. Maybe it wasn’t so much in how he said it but what he said altogether. Either way, she looked impressed. She rubbed her body against his, latching onto his neck and jumping into his arms, her legs locking behind his back.

“No one could ever accuse you of being at a loss for how to work those legs, huh?”

She lifted her brows. “Impressionable, aren’t you?”

“Sometimes,” Kit admitted. “I can be.”

“When can I go back upstairs? I’ve been a good submissive, haven’t I?”

Kit cleared his throat. “On a scale of one to ten, I would rate your ability to adapt to your new environment at about a three. I think we still have some work to do here. Besides, you need to answer a series of questions. After we’re done, I’ll let you know what you can expect the rest of the week. Okay?”

Kemper knew what two questions would top Kit’s list. He never expected Kit to let her comment slide about being in worse spots. When was she in a bad place? Had someone threatened her? Had she been afraid before, and if so, was she scared now? The thought of someone frightening her made him crazy. Kemper would literally take someone apart if they’d threatened her in some way.

“And if I don’t want to answer one of the questions?”

He shrugged. “Domination and submission is about trust. You want to be able to trust us, right?”

“Sure, whatever,” she said, using her thumb and fingers to toy with her auburn hair. She clutched a lock, watching as the curl sprang and bounced.

“Then you have to be trustworthy, too,” Kit said.

“All right,” she said, conceding.

Kemper was relieved she’d agreed. His highest hope, at that point, was the end result. He couldn’t get in between those legs again if Holly didn’t obey Kit’s requests. And if Holly didn’t prove herself compliant, he’d spank her bottom raw for making him wait, too.

Kit removed a piece of paper from his pocket and studied his handwriting. He was an organized Dom if nothing else. Kemper didn’t tell him that, of course. Kit was so anal he would’ve tried to improve upon his annoying note-taking skills and probably hand out a class syllabus in the process.

?

?Are you comfortable?” Kemper asked, studying her perky, round nipples and thinking about anything but her level of comfort. As much as he enjoyed training a submissive for his bed, he would’ve much preferred dragging Holly off to a quiet, dark corner and fucking her crazy.

Then again, they’d endured a year of that. Now it was time to try something else. Now it was time to introduce the love of his life to his way of life.

Kit snapped the paper and prepared to read. Kemper hoped like hell Kit didn’t blow this.

Holly jerked and stood taller. Her body was flushed and her nipples extended. Good Lord, she looked hot and raring to go. Then again, when wasn’t she ready for sex?

Scratch that. Kit had a way of irritating the hell out of a good sub, particularly when he tried to follow some sort of strict regime. Yes, Kemper could see where Kit had the potential to screw this up.

Right now, looking at Holly, Kemper thought of one thing and one thing only. “So, baby,” he said without thinking. “What’d ya say me and you fuck around for about an hour or two?”

“Damn it, Kemper! She’s in training!”

Yep, Kit was bound and determined to mess up a good thing.

Chapter Ten

“Have you ever been in love before?”

“Yes,” Holly replied, finding it rather peculiar when Kit asked that particular question first.

“Okay,” he said, ducking his head toward the notepad and scribbling away. He flipped the pen against his thigh. He was troubled by her revelation.

Jealous bastard.

Shit. She didn’t mean that. She was trying to come to terms with Kit’s behavior and had to accept him as he was. He loved her. She was certain of it. He was possessive, and he had no reason to be.