Tangled in Divine(Divine Creek Ranch 14)(41)

Her cunt pulsed and ached with rapacious need as he continued pushing the shirt up before Chris took over and removed it, breaking their kiss for only a moment before reconnecting.

He tasted of minty chewing gum and his own natural flavor and she pressed her lips against his, wanting more of him. He groaned softly as she pressed her breasts against him and his hands trembled as he fought the hooks that held the blue lace bra together at her back. There were several of them, because her breasts were abundant and she needed the support, but he eventually got her free of it.

Julián growled as he had similar challenges with the fly of her jeans and jerked her hips back from Chris where she kept rubbing against him. He finally got the button and zipper undone and she moaned again when his hot hands slid inside the denim confines and pushed them down.

“My boots,” she murmured against Chris’s lips.

Julián chuckled as he moved to the bed. “I like them right where they are for now. That way our little filly is nicely hobbled and at our mercy.”

She pulled her lips from Chris’s and peered dazedly at Julián who had taken his position at the end of Chris’s bed, his shirt now gone. His bare, black-furred chest and rippling abs were lit by the lamp light. She fantasized about running her fingers through all that sexy, manly hair and then his words registered.

“Oh, shit.”

Julián patted his denim-covered lap and chuckled. “Don’t worry. I think you’ll enjoy it more than not.”

She pooched out her lip in protest but her pussy clenched in anticipation. “I’m not so bad I need a spanking, am I?”

Julián smiled but determination was in his eyes. “Bad? Never, baby. Never. But you took off without letting anyone know your destination. You never checked in with any of us. You camped all by yourself in a very unsafe place. You made truck repairs on the side of the road.”

“Huh? So I changed a couple of flat tires. Big deal.”

“Changed tires barehanded in the snow and ice.” He pointed at the bandages he’d helped apply that afternoon. “Patched broken linkage with baling wire on the side of the road.”

She gasped and looked at Chris accusingly. He lifted his hands, chuckled, and said, “I didn’t say a word. Angel tattled on you.”

“Shit.”

“I checked it out too,” Julián growled. “You had to crawl under your truck to make that repair. I’m picturing you lying in the icy, dirty gravel on the side of the road.”

Gwen made a noise of disgust. “Would you rather that I stood there wringing my hands until the Chupacabra came and ate me?”

“Not funny, Chiquita.” He patted his lap, a glimmer of amusement warring with the concern in his eyes. “I love a self-sufficient woman but you put yourself in too much danger. I promised you a spanking and I’m more than ready to deliver it.”

She glanced at his groin and could tell that was absolutely true. He looked nearly as excited as she felt. Taking care of herself was a fact of life, but the little flame inside of her that responded to this protective side of his nature flared a little brighter.

She gazed up at Chris, and his sexy smile sent another wave of lust sizzling straight to her pussy. He slid his hands along her sides, and tugged her skimpy blue lace panties down her hips until they were bunched with her jeans between her knees above her boots. They really did have her hobbled and at their mercy, and there was no place she wanted to be more.

Chris tilted his head at Julián, indicating that she should go to him. She hesitated long enough for Julián to grab her and upend her over his lap. Her breath left her in a rush and her hair cascaded over her head and pooled around his black python cowboy boots.

She tried to right herself but he held her in place with a hand on her lower back, growling, “Now that’s a fucking beautiful sight, love.” He squeezed and massaged her derriere, alternating between both cheeks, manipulating and warming her flesh with his touch.

A broad, hot hand stroked her ass cheek, cupping her as the fingers strayed into the cleft of her ass. Chris. It had to be, judging by the sound of approval she heard him make. She rubbed against him and moaned as her drenched pussy lips slid together and then parted with her movements.

“Holy fuck.” Definitely Chris.

Whap!

“Ow! Oh!” She cried out as the stinging slap morphed into tingling heat that spread over her butt cheek. Her clit throbbed with need against Julián’s thigh as she rubbed her mound against him.

Whap!

“Oh!” Not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to sting and make the heat spread and grow on the other cheek, centering in her aching pussy.