Western Romance Collection: Rugged Cowboys Part 52

"Suck it," she heard Wesley growl. She looked up at him, and then slowly moved to her knees. She took a moment to look at it, and then experimentally kissed the tip.

He took a fistful of her hair, the feeling of his fist pulling at the roots a heady shot of pain that went right to her p.u.s.s.y in spite of herself. He used that grip to show her exactly what he wanted her to do, like she was just a puppet, a f.u.c.k-toy. As if her ability to move herself was a mistake.

Minami should have hated it, but she didn't. It was as if she was feeling normal for the first time. As if finally someone had understood her. She didn't want to be responsible for her family's future. She didn't want to have to have some guy ignore her, or worse, worry about her every whim. What she wanted, what she needed, and what Wesley understood about her, was that all she wanted was to be useful.

His c.o.c.k probing her throat? That was useful. That was what she could do. She took him as deep as she could, enjoying the soft groan and the whispered 'oh f.u.c.k' from above her.

She gulped in air when he pulled her off his c.o.c.k, and then as soon as she had her lungs full again he was pus.h.i.+ng her back on, stretching her mouth to the breaking point, and shoving that incredible c.o.c.k down her throat, thrusting in and out of her mouth.

"Oh, Jesus, your mouth is good."

Minami didn't want to admit how much she enjoyed the compliment. She was a good girl, she wasn't some kind of s.l.u.t who just wanted to be-but she was, a voice inside her said. The voice that was causing the tingling all over her body. Minami's hand started circling around her c.l.i.t, the shocks of pleasure starting to build along with the pleasure of Wesley's c.o.c.k shoved down her throat.

He came without warning, his c.o.c.k pressed right into the back of her mouth, deep enough to bypa.s.s her swallowing completely. She did her best to swallow it anyway and came up coughing, every inch of her skin swollen and sensitive and aroused.

"G.o.d f.u.c.king d.a.m.n it, girl," he growled.

"Did I do okay?"

"f.u.c.king Christ," he said, and turned around, his c.o.c.k still half-hard and hanging out of his pants. He opened the door to the fridge and pulled out a beer, opening it with a twist. "You always that good?"

Minami didn't like how much she wanted to do it again.

Four.

Wes Wes finished the beer, barely tasting it any more. That was the problem with these light beers. Cheap, and they'd get you there, but in between there wouldn't be much to experience. Some people might have thought it was a bonus. Wesley wasn't one of them, but his budget didn't reflect his tastes. This was a rare indulgence, but a big fight was reason enough to celebrate.

He looked at the girl beside him and felt the stirrings of arousal in his belly, already wanting to take what he hadn't needed before.

"Come here," he growled. She did as she was told, sliding over across the couch. The girl was an odd one. He hadn't caught her name, and he wasn't sure he cared. He didn't have a lot of time for relations.h.i.+ps, or inclination toward one, but the girl could suck the chrome off a door handle, and she f.u.c.kin' listened, which was unusual in itself.

Wes pulled the little j.a.panese girl in close and used one hand to rub her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. She squirmed, but she didn't stop him, and that was good enough for him. He let his other hand lazily explore her body again.

The j.a.panese had exactly the body he expected from some rich j.a.p a.s.shole's arm-candy. Small, with just enough curve in the right places to make her an interesting accessory. He lifted her skirt up high enough that he could see a glimpse of her panties.

His fingers teased up her thighs, towards her core. He could feel her legs tightening around his hands, but she still didn't try to stop him. Her hips moved down to meet his hands, but still he denied her. He skittered across and back down her other leg, to the knee.

The hand on her breast, on the other hand, seemed to have other ideas. No teasing here. He pinched a nipple roughly, pulling an arch in her back and earning a gasp from her lips. Wes pulled her hair out of the way and started to kiss her neck again, her voice slowly rising in faint gasps.

His fingers traced the line back up her thighs, testing and teasing and never quite touching the place where he knew she wanted him to be. Each time he pulled away, never letting her have the pleasure she wanted. It wasn't about her pleasure, though. She'd learn that soon enough, but until then he would continue to tempt her. Continue to tease her until she was going crazy with need. Then it would be about his pleasure, and whatever she got out of it was hers to keep.

All of a sudden Wes rose to his feet, grabbing her and lifting her up. The girl in his arms was practically weightless-she didn't feel heavy in his arms at all. Then he moved her unceremoniously from the couch to the mattress on the floor in the corner and dropped her from waist-high. She let out a little yelp as she fell, one that gave him a little twinge of enjoyment.

"Shhh," he said, putting one finger over his lips. She looked about ready to start rubbing herself right in front of him, her legs splayed out wide. She was trembling in uncertainty, and he had to admit, that was about where he wanted her. Unsure of where she stood, except that she was right where he wanted her whenever it was important.

Wesley dropped to his knees, using one hand to push her back onto her back. She looked down her body at him as he freed his c.o.c.k again, already hard and ready. Then he let her have the touching that she'd wanted so badly, his palm pressing into her mound, his fingers dancing through the sensitive folds of her p.u.s.s.y. He pushed her panties aside and let one finger explore.

She was tight, the walls of her p.u.s.s.y already sucking and squeezing on just one finger. It would be incredible for him, he knew, once he was inside. But it would hurt, and it wouldn't just hurt her. He added another finger, scissoring and loosening as the woman beneath him writhed at the sensations inside her.

His hand went down to her throat, constricting her breath until he could see that she was struggling to breathe, struggling even to think. Then he let up and she went still as she gasped in. He lined himself up with her and tweaked a rosy nipple between his fingers. She raised her hips to meet his thrust inside, sending himself to the hilt in one powerful thrust.

She took in a sharp breath and closed her eyes as he lifted her hips up, send his c.o.c.k even deeper inside her until he was sheathed inside her fully. Wesley liked the way she looked when she was getting f.u.c.ked. She couldn't hide her pleasure worth a d.a.m.n, but she so obviously wanted to. He used her hips as a grip and pulled himself out until only the head was still inside her, then pushed back inside with one hard, smooth motion until he was seated all the way inside her once more, then enjoyed the gasp she let in as he hit the deepest places inside her.

The feeling of her p.u.s.s.y squeezing down had him feeling as if he could let go any time, as if he were on the edge of oblivion the entire time. He pulled himself out once more, the walls of her p.u.s.s.y not wanting his c.o.c.k to leave. She let out a whimper when he pushed back in, fast and hard. He did it again, slow out, enjoying the feeling of her body trying to tell him to stay deep inside.

Then he forced himself back in, slamming his c.o.c.k into her deepest places and forcing his pleasure on her. She couldn't hold back at all any more, her voice coming out hard and throaty.

He started to speed up, pulling out faster and slamming in harder, every thrust bring him closer to the welcoming pleasurable abyss of o.r.g.a.s.m. The girl beneath him let her voice out more as they moved, unable to prevent her pleasure from sounding out.

He could feel her tightening around her as an o.r.g.a.s.m took her, his own finish not long behind. He pushed into her harder, no longer bothering with anything but the deepest strokes, keeping his c.o.c.k where it would be the most likely to leave an impression, where his body knew that it would be the most likely to plant seeds that grew.

The girl below him clutched around his neck, her legs wrapping around behind him, matching each thrust with her own hips and her legs wrapped around him. As he felt o.r.g.a.s.m overtake him, Wesley pushed himself in deep, pressing into what he knew was her womb, one last time and filled her with potent seed, enjoying the sensation that he was taking her in a way that she was never going to be able to ignore.

It was perfectly fine, he knew. These rich women, they were all on birth control, but the primal need to impregnate a woman was one that he couldn't deny his body. He let himself move a little bit, as if to f.u.c.k the c.u.m deeper into her, enjoying the heightened sensations of moving inside her after his o.r.g.a.s.m.

"We're going to do this again some time, don't you think?"

"Yes. Definitely." The girl below him could barely speak, could barely do anything. Her breaths were coming in short, sharp bouts that would only slow down with time.

"I didn't catch your name."

"Minami," she answered. Wes rolled off of her and laid down.

"Wesley."

Five.

Minami Minami took a deep breath and looked out the taxi window. The house wasn't as impressive as the one back in j.a.pan had been. She knew that Father hated it. It was too Western, not big enough. Not enough j.a.panese sensibilities in the place, and to be fair, there weren't any j.a.panese sensibilities at all. It was unusual to Minami when she moved to America. Then, to her immense surprise, Father's... business had expanded operations and he'd followed them here.

She let out a breath. How was she going to get inside without alerting the entire house? Or, more specifically, without alerting her father? She tried to play it out in her mind. She could go in the front door. That seemed like a good option, but it left the risk open that she might be caught going up the stairs. Father might even be waiting for her right by the door, since Higa hadn't brought her home.

No doubt the driver had come straight back, and without her, which would have left questions of what happened. She wondered how much he knew. Very probably nothing. Then again, knowing Father and the sort of people that he a.s.sociated with, it was entirely possible that their driver was more than he appeared to be.

It always seemed as if everyone in the house turned out to be not what they seemed. 'Well, he's only a low-level pick-pocket, but...' People who had done well for the family somehow, who had proved their loyalty. People who Father thought could help him more personally than they could by doing their jobs, if they could be called jobs.

She could go in the back way, but it still left the problem of going up the stairs to her room. She knew which steps creaked, but she wasn't entirely confident in her knowledge. She might miss one, or put her weight down wrong, or any number of things. Climbing in the window-what was she, fourteen?

No. No way in h.e.l.l was she going to do that. She was a grown woman, and they had no right to judge her. She summoned up all of her confidence and all her cert.i.tude that her life was her own business. She wasn't a p.a.w.n in her family's maneuvering. She wasn't involved in any of that.

Minami took a breath in and held it while she opened the door. She paid the driver in cash and slipped out. The weight of needing to get inside was heavier than she had imagined it to be in the taxi cab, but as it started to pull away, she could only feel that weight magnifying and multiplying. That wasn't an excuse for not getting inside, though. Maybe they weren't even waiting for her.

Father's business wouldn't wait for anything, and if he were busy- She cut off the thought. It wasn't time for what-ifs. She needed to be confident and she needed to get inside, whether Father was there or not. She fished her key out of her clutch, and slipped her shoes off, holding them along with her purse and making her way up the gravel walkway. Her feet hurt on the stones, but not half as much as getting caught was going to hurt.

Minami fit the key inside the lock and twisted, opening the door quietly and getting inside. The house was dark, but she didn't see or hear any signs of her father waiting for her, which was good. She took the distance to the steps with two long, loping steps, and then started up. Skip the third step, skip the sixth. Skip the eighth. The sound of the stairs below her were amplified a hundredfold by the need for silence, and by the night around her.

Minami sucked in a breath. Nothing to worry about yet. She was alright. Everything was alright. No problems. The bedroom was just at the end of the hall, opposite her parents'. The others wouldn't sell her out, she knew. Not if she didn't get caught on her own. So she only had to worry about that single room, and she was in luck. The door was closed, which meant they wouldn't see her as she crept by. She'd just have to hope that n.o.body heard her, and she could manage that if she tried.

She took the hallway slow. Toes down, then heel. Very slow. Even still, she heard every little sound, the noise of her toes lightly touching the bare wooden floor. She could almost hear the sound of her body's weight s.h.i.+fting from one leg to the other as she stepped, a psychosomatic noise that she couldn't justify beyond the terror.

Minami let out a breath and pushed her door open just enough to go through, closed the door behind herself, flipped on the light, and screamed.

"Welcome home," her father said in j.a.panese.

She responded in kind. "Father. I didn't see you there. You scared me."

"Where have you been?"

"What do you mean?"

"You don't come home with Majima, so what were we supposed to think? You're lost?"

"I'm sorry, father. Higa, he-"

"I understand if you don't approve of Higa, but do not imagine you can embarra.s.s me like this, by leaving him behind. What sort of image do you think that puts on me? That my own daughter, my only child, can't even wait through a single evening?"

"I'm sorry."

"You should be," he growled. "I can't imagine what the word will be tomorrow. What rumors will start."

Minami wanted her mother to come, to calm him down, but she knew that the time for that was pa.s.sed. She had already tried to calm him down. She always did. This was after she'd tried, and that didn't bode well for whoever had been in the room when he'd become this upset.

"Father, I'm-"

"Enough."

The coldness in his voice was enough to raise a fire inside Minami's chest. She wasn't going to be spoken to, not that way. Not after everything she'd put up with for her father. Not after everything that he'd put her through, her entire life. Not after he'd followed her halfway across the world when all she wanted was to get the h.e.l.l away from him and his life, his people, and his work.

"No." She pursed her lips. "It's not enough, but it never will be."

The elder s.h.i.+mizu stood and slapped her with a single swift and smooth motion. She bit back the desire to get her revenge, even ignored the surprise and upset. That was the last straw, the one thing that she wasn't going to sit around and wait to discuss with him. There was no room in her heart or time in her day for waiting for him to change.

There was a long history in his business, and he knew all of it. That history had led them to this moment, to needing to marry his only daughter to keep the family going in some respect. That wasn't enough. That wasn't what she wanted, and it wasn't what she was going to have, and if that meant having to walk away then she would walk away.

Minami grabbed the door and pulled it open, and used the long legs she'd gotten from her American mother to take the hallway at a run, going down the steps two-at-a-time. She was on the street before Father could rouse the whole household to go look for her, and she'd be in a cab before Majima could get the car ready to go look for her.

Six.

Wes Wes knocked on the door and let out a loud breath when it didn't open right away.

"I know you're in there," he said, loud enough that anyone who wanted to could have heard. Bradley wasn't at his apartment. The car wasn't there. He didn't sleep around, not like he had before. Not in years. Which meant he was at the office, even though it was hours late.

Well, that's not totally accurate, because it wasn't strictly speaking an office. Not what most people would call an office, anyways. It was another apartment, on the other side of town, the kind of place where people didn't ask too many questions.

Todd Wesley wanted himself to be bigger than he was, so he called it an office, because it was where he did his business. But in the end, he was a guy who bought his suits off the rack like everyone else.

There was the risk that if Bradley took too long getting back to Wes, that it could be unpleasant, but it wasn't one that he was worried about. After all, any of the sorts of problems that these a.s.sholes could cause, he was prepared to deal with. Most of them already knew that, and they'd leave him alone. The ones who didn't would get a short, swift education.

He knocked again and waited a minute. He'd already raised his hand to knock a third time when the door opened. Bradley looked tired, but he didn't look like he'd slept more than an instant.

"Where's the girl?"

"What?"

"Where's the girl?"

Wes shrugged and gave a disinterested look. "She's wherever. I gave her money for cab fare, and she went home."

"So she's home? You're sure?"

"What's the big G.o.dd.a.m.n deal?"

"You don't even know what the f.u.c.k you're doing, do you?"

Wes shrugged. "I know you owe me a thousand bucks for that fight."

"Do I?"

"Technically fifteen, since I know you were betting on that fight, and I know that you promised me a fifty-percent cut of anything you won on me. You remember that, right?"

"Sure, baby. I remember that."

"But I'm feeling generous, so just give me the money you owe me."

Todd Bradley's face twisted up in a way that let Wes know before he had a chance to hear it out of the man's mouth, that whatever he said next was going to be something Wesley didn't like. If it was someone else, he'd have popped the guy before hearing it, but Todd was an old friend, so he got a pa.s.s.