“I know, baby,” Jared groaned as he lifted the vibrating butterfly from the bed.
With quick, expert movements, he attached the straps to her thighs before positioning the powerful little device over her clit.
“Get ready, baby. ” He smiled down at her as she watched him with wide, innocent eyes. She had no idea where she was about to fly.
He flexed his hips, dragging his cock back to the entrance of her tight ass before he flipped the vibrator to its highest setting and plunged inside her again. He knew the sharp, electrical pulses that would attack her sensitive bud would send her screaming toward climax as he raided the hot back channel.
It did just as he anticipated. Her entire body stiffened for a second as her anal muscles locked on his thrusting cock. Then her scream rocked his soul as her release tore through her. Over and over she clenched and jerked against him, the rhythmic milking of her ass on his cock destroying his own control until he plunged inside her one last time and spilled his seed into the latex covering he had barely remembered to don.
His chest heaving for breath, his release shuddering through him, Jared collapsed over Kimberly’s shuddering body, groaning in regret as he forced himself to ease from the tight clasp and dispose of the latex protection.
Weakly, he released the stras to the butterfly and removed it from her quivering body. The restraints came next. He pushed the strap back and pulled Kimberly gently into his arms. His hands smoothed down her back, soothing the shuddering tremors, the little whimpers she emitted every so often.
“Okay?” he panted as he whispered a kiss over the top of her head.
“…dead…” she muttered. “Shuttup and let me rest in peace. ”
He chuckled. A rough, exhausted sound that refused to be held at bay.
“Rest, baby,” he grunted, jerking the comforter from the foot of the bed and drawing it over them before collapsing against the pillows.
He would get her up for a shower soon. For now, he wanted just this. Kimberly sleeping against him, holding her tight in his arms, the scent of her filling his senses. His eyes closed, his body relaxed against her and followed her quickly into sleep.
Chapter Thirteen
Keeping up with Jared on the farm would have been an impossible task if he hadn’t been willing to let her keep up with him. By afternoon, she was dragging with exhaustion and all she had done was follow from one point to another as he oversaw what she was learning was a vast operation.
Was there anything he didn’t do?
First thing that morning he was meeting with some poor farmer who was convinced that the sperm of a prize bull Jared owned was worth more money than Kimberly made in a month. She had sat and listened in amazement as a deal was reached, a check was written out, and some misguided fool left with a test tube of cow soldiers for a price that should have been illegal.
“Highway robbery,” she accused Jared under her breath as the happy little man left with a broad smile on his face.
“Do you have any idea how much I paid for that bull?” He arched a brow as he stared down at her in amusement. “Trust me, sweetheart, Mr. Cunningham got a good deal, and he knows it. ”
Kimberly snorted. “I saw a lot of cows on my way here, Jared,” she said, fighting to hold back her laughter. “He could have stopped on the way, jacked one off and gone home without losing a fortune. No wonder farms are failing across the nation; you guys don’t let the poor critters breed the natural way. ”
He swatted at her rear, laughing as she jumped out of his way and tossed him a saucy grin in reply.
“Woman, you’re a menace,” he had growled, catching her to his chest and dropping a quick kiss to her lips. “Come on, I have to check on the horses before we head back to the house for lunch. I have a ton of paperwork waiting on me. ”
Kimberly was still waiting for lunch. She propped her foot on the lower rail of the corral and watched at he talked to the foreman. His sun-bronzed face was creased into a thoughtful expression, his sensual, slightly fuller lower lips had tightened, the five o’clock shadow had come early to his chin, giving him a dangerous, sexy look. She wanted to drag him back to bed, run her hands over his body, and lick him from head to toe.
She had nearly accomplished that task earlier that morning. Unfortunately, she made it as far as the thick length of his cock and became sidetracked by the power and promise in that hard flesh.
She propped her hands on the upper rail of the fence, rested her chin on them and wondered what the hell she was going to do now. She was falling in love with him. Hell no, she wasn’t. She was already in love with him; had been for nearly a year now and had refused to admit to it.
Was it his smile that first invaded her heart? That quirky, crooked little smile that he seemed to have for her alone? Or was it his eyes, a stormy gray one minute, a soft, gentle slate the next? No, it was all of him—his teasing, his gentleness, the many ways he had found to make their meetings special, to give them an air of fun no matter how crazy he made her. There was something about him; as hard and dangerous as she sensed he could be, she could also see the soft, inner core of him.
The buzzing of the cell phone at her waist jerked her quickly out of her thoughts and back to reality. Jerking the little device from its holder at her side she quickly checked the caller display and grimaced in distaste before flipping the receiver up and connecting to the call.
“I’m on assignment,” she said cooll
y. “What do you want?”
There was a moment of silence across the line.
“Typical response. ” Her father’s voice was as righteous and prim as ever. “Are you ever not on assignment, Kimberly?”