Sexual Healing (Contemporary Cowboys 1)

She loved that. “We don’t go out to the clubs anymore.” She gave him a heated look, hoping he’d translate her intended meaning. If he’d call her out as his sub again, perhaps they could revisit a lot of their past while they were in Tennessee.

“And you’ve missed that?” He guided her hands over him and pushed his erection against her palms.

“Haven’t you?”

His guttural growl filled the car before he assaulted her mouth with a warm kiss, thrusting his tongue through the seam of her lips. Taking their passion to another level, he unbuttoned her shirt as he pumped his hips. “That’s right, use both hands, sub. Show me what you’ve got, woman.”

Peyton grinned into their kiss and dropped her gaze to his cock. Loving the moisture slipping from his tip, she subserviently asked, “May I, Sir?” She wet her lips, but made certain she kept her gaze down. “Your balls are tight, heavy. You’ve missed this, Kane.”

He shoved his hand under her bra and pinched her nipple. “Damn right I have.” He directed her lower, pushing her head to his groin. He manipulated her arousal, pulling and releasing her nipple until she cried out with pleasure, sang in pain.

Her head was in his lap. She swirled her tongue around his engorged cock and drew him into her mouth, loving his warm and masculine taste as he thrummed across her tongue and tapped against her throat.

“That’s it, baby,” he rasped, grabbing a handful of hair. “Suck me, vixen.”

Peyton was aware of the slamming car doors in the distance, but she didn’t slow down. In fact, she took a chokehold grip on Kane’s cock, riding him with her mouth, stroking him with her tongue.

She used her lips to massage him and as she gave him head, she squeezed her knees together, aware of her own building lust. Her panties were damp. Her pussy clenched each time she slid down on his shaft.

“That’s it, sub. Hmm.” He relaxed against the headrest, but Peyton sensed him watching her. She longed for him to take pleasure in this moment, willed him to remember the excitement they once enjoyed when they lived the lifestyle and often played in public places. She missed going to the fetish clubs. She longed to return to the way of life that had been such a substantial part of their past.

She looped her tongue around his cockhead and licked his shaft, caressing him with tenderness one minute, eagerness the next. “Don’t you miss this, Sir?”

He placed a possessive hand on her hip and pressed his palm against her back. “I’ve missed this far more than you know, Peyton.”

The tenderness in his voice was rare then. Given the fact he’d used her name at all after he’d temporarily slipped into a more dominant role, was unusual indeed.

“Then show me,” she pleaded, flattening her tongue against his wet slit. “Show me how much. Right here.”

In an act she might have seen coming had it been twenty years earlier, Kane dropped his seat back and pulled her over him at the same time. Bunching her matronly-looking skirt around her waist, he snarled. “If I see you wearing something so hideous again, I’ll spank you every hour on the hour while we’re here.”

Her pussy heated with the threat. She’d deliberately test that threat and provoke those spankings.

Driving his fingers underneath her panties, he twirled three digits around her opening. “That’s nice, baby. Real nice.” He pushed his middle finger high inside her while thumbing her clit. “You’re so damn wet, sub. Squeeze, baby. Work that sweet cunt.”

She loved it when he talked dirty, when he showed that raw and masculine side of himself. Lust and appreciation excited in his eyes as he slipped one digit away from her and placed the back of his hand against her wet opening, moving aside her undergarment. At the same time, he grabbed hold of his penis and aimed the head at her entrance. Given the awkward positioning, he couldn’t slide right in.

“Fuck it.” He pulled her hips forward, grabbed hold of the string bikini on both sides and ripped her panties away from her body.

Peyton shivered in his arms. There wasn’t anything she wouldn’t do for this man now. She’d fuck him with an audience, shout out her needs, and ride out his demands.

“Um, yeah, I’ve always loved that look on your face,” he whispered at her ear, holding her head firmly in his hands.

“What look is that?” She didn’t need to ask. If she had ten dollars for every pair of underwear Kane had stripped from her body, she’d bank a couple of million or more.

He gave her a hard thrust full of hardcore appreciation. “Let’s give ’em a show. What’d ya say?”

Peyton cocked her head. “I say this is the man I married, the man I’ve craved.” She bore down on his cock, finding her perfect seat, and loving the feel of that thick wedge of manly flesh forging forward. “God, I’ve missed this, Kane.”

“Prove it.”

That’s exactly what she’d planned to do until a fist landed against the driver’s window. Followed by a rapid, tap, tap, tap. “Sir, I need you to step out of the car with your pants up.”

Chapter Three

Five hours later, Peyton and Kane were on their way again. Arrested for indecent exposure, Peyton couldn’t believe how their day had unraveled into a real mess.

Between tracking down a Cartwell to bail them out of jail to worrying about Kane’s temper, the whole morning had been a real nightmare. She eyed Kane, noting the smirk on his face. After driving along for a few silent minutes, they burst out laughing.