Her Cowboy's Way Page 6

  Slowly beginning to move again, he gave her an intense look, stopping once more. “One of these days I’d like to try something special, something daring.”

  Brandi trembled in anticipation and wished he’d get to it again. “Daring?” She trusted him; she would do pretty much whatever he wanted.

  While their gazes locked, he licked his index finger and met her gaze in challenge. He didn’t have to say anything. She knew what he had in mind. They’d talked about this during their honeymoon when they’d shared their fantasies. She hadn’t been ready then, wasn’t sure she was right now. But she didn’t stop him.

  Watching for her reaction, he eased his cock free and moved his finger toward her small hole. She held her breath. Would it hurt? Should she stop him?

  Before she could make a decision, he guided his finger inside her. It didn’t feel different from when her doctor did a rectal exam, except this was her husband touching her with such intimacy. She held still waiting to see what would happen next.

  “Are you okay?” his concern touched her, made everything all right. He would stop if she told him to.

  She nodded.

  Looking pleased, he pulled the finger out, and then drove two in its place. “I don’t have a lot of time. Maybe we should go back to—”

  “No!” While she loved having his thick shaft inside her, she wasn’t ready to stop this new experience. It felt so naughty, wicked. She clamped her inner muscles around his fingers, tingling at the strange stretching. “Don’t waste time then!”

  He chuckled. “All right then. You’re about to get your first butt fucking. With my fingers.”

  She loved the deep huskiness in his tone. Liked the take-charge attitude, knowing it meant he was in a serious give-it-to-her-good mood. Her hands curled around the table edge as he worked her with care, with his fingers in her sensitive hole.

  It didn’t take long before she keened low in her throat and held her breath, anxious. She looked at him in desperation, wanting him to finish this.

  “I’ll take care of it, sweetheart.” He drove his fingers in again and she gasped. As if he understood she couldn’t take much more, he took her to the breaking point.

  She held on to the tabletop for dear life. Suddenly an orgasm washed over her and she cried out with it. Her release coated her muff and his hand while he smiled in smugness.

  “Quite a ride, huh?” he asked and pulled his fingers free. “Thanks for letting me do that.”

  Her heart was still pounding and she collapsed on the tabletop. He grabbed a paper towel and, with gentleness, cleaned her up, continuing to grin.

  “You’re proud of yourself, aren’t you?” She thought maybe she should feel awkward, embarrassed, but she didn’t.

  He tucked his less needy cock back in place and finished righting his clothes. “Guess I am. Not every woman would let a man do that. You’re damn special, sweetheart. Understanding.” He snagged her gaze, looking serious. “I won’t ask that of you again. I just wanted…I just needed to try it once.”

  She sat up, wincing, and eased off the table. “Never say never, cowboy.” When he studied her in curiosity, she shrugged. “It wasn’t awful. But I’ll have to think about it before I’ll do it again.”

  “Fair enough.” He grabbed his hat off the counter. “See you tonight. Have yourself a good day.” With a quick kiss, he strode out the back door.

  Brandi stood there for several minutes, catching her breath after the surprising experience. It had been the first exciting thing to happen to her in days, in weeks. Maybe tonight….

  She picked up her nightgown and put it back on. Her asshole was a bit sore, but nothing she couldn’t live with. She grabbed the washrag that had fallen to the floor, re-wet it, and went back to wipe down the table again. Her pulse raced, envisioning how she’d laid there minutes ago with her husband doing some very naughty business to her. Something interesting to think about.

  And that made her consider how boring her life had become, except for this brief interlude that hadn’t lasted more than ten minutes.

  Other than being the sexiest cowboy on earth, Colby was, for the most part, boring. Predictable. Up in the morning at 5:00am everyday without help of the alarm clock. She got up, grudgingly, to be the “good” wife and make him breakfast: eight scrambled eggs, six pieces of bacon and four pieces of toast—exactly—day after day. As soon as he snarfed that down in amazing speed, he came around the table to where she sat in an exhausted stupor and gave her a quick kiss before he grabbed his hat and headed out the door. Then she went back to bed for three or four hours.

  Yes, this had been an exceptional morning.

  Looking at his dishwasher chugging away, she went back to thinking about his routine. Her worn out cowboy pretty much showed up around six o’clock each night, unless there was some kind of ranching emergency or something to throw his schedule off. She’d tried to vary his basic meat-and-potatoes meals with a little Italian, some Mexican, even a bit of Chinese. He hadn’t complained. But she’d gone back to simple steaks and baked potatoes and he’d been ecstatic. Boring. Done in from his physical labor-filled day and a big meal, he then liked to stretch out on the leather sofa and channel surf until ten o’clock. After that he yawned and stretched and was ready for them to go to bed. Of course, he snuggled with her for a while and even made love to her most nights. Except recently. He’d been too tired for more than a snuggle.

  The oh-so-exciting life of being married to a rancher. A big ho-hum! She’d grown up on a ranch and knew what to expect, but still…

  She couldn’t take it anymore! Not that she wanted to get in serious trouble with Colby, but, jeez, what was the harm in just a little mischief? Besides, she’d been “good” for over a month now. After getting her bottom whacked with the wooden spoon for lying to him about Sarah’s accident, she hadn’t gone even another minute over his knee. Well, she’d come close with the chocolate incident. But that had worked out quite well.

  She hadn’t even gotten a single swat as he passed by her one time or another. Something she kind of found titillating. It was time to liven up things around here, press her boundaries a little.

  She looked, without focusing, out the window again. Some parts of their life were easy, like getting chores done. She didn’t do ranch chores and didn’t go horseback riding unless with Colby. So, for the most part, she’d been inside, either here or at the office. She needed a change of pace.

  A breeze ruffled the leaves and caught her attention. With the sun rising now, she sensed it was going to be a beautiful day. The news last night had said it would be one of those perfect early autumn days. Good for being outside, even though hot.

  Smiling, she decided to snag a little more rest, maybe do some planning in her head. Then she would fill her day with anything but thinking about financial statements, client needs, or ranch accounting.

  ***

  Two hours and some much-needed sleep later, wearing her faded jeans, Brandi stood with hands on hips and looked into the garage. This was Colby’s private world and it was out of control. It needed some serious reorganization. She’d considered getting some fresh air and exercise by going jogging, but then she’d thought about the garage. He’d been intending to clean it up for months now, but it was just not high enough on the To-Do list on a ranch. She could do it, and get exercise at the same time with all the moving things around and carting trash out and sweeping the floor. Sure, he’d warned her to leave the garage to him. Well, he’d threatened her with a spanking if she went anywhere near it, moved one thing. And they had already butted heads when she’d gotten crazy with the chocolate sugar high and gone through closets in the house like a maniac. But everything there was so much better now.

  She’d make things better in the garage, too.

  Stepping further inside, she remembered the last time she’d decided to work in the garage. Dropping the can of paint, she’d been using to paint one of the walls with, onto his four hundred dollar set of golf clubs had b
een an accident. Who knew that pouring on a can of turpentine in an attempt to clean up the mess on the clubs would make it even worse? Sheesh! Her husband had some “choice” words to say about all of that! Then he’d found a new use for the dumb paint stirring stick. On her bottom. Just because she’d called him a first class jerk for losing his temper.

  “Shoot! Shoot! Shoot!” Brandi bit out several hours later when she backed into Colby’s new do-everything-but-build-a-house-itself table saw and it tipped over. She stared in horrified disbelief as it hit the cement and an ominous crack filled the air. “Darn! Darn! Darn!” He was not going to be happy about this accident.

  Her gaze shifted to the small mountain of mixed screws, bolts, nails, washers, and whatever else had once been in lid-less containers on the shelf she’d knocked over earlier. A mountain of stuff she would sort out later, after she figured out how to re-hang the shelf.

  Then her gaze shifted to the long scratch on the side of her nearly new Mustang from when she’d moved the wire tomato cages out of her way. And why were they in here anyway? She’d been doing so well sliding them through the narrow space, until she’d butted into a rake hanging on the wall and jerked in alarm. He was not going to be happy about that either, even if it was her car.

  She wished she’d never decided to start this project. She needed to figure out if she could race into town and somehow find a new saw before Colby got home.

  Startling her, her cell phone rang.

  Immediately she jammed her fingers into her tight jeans’ pocket to pull the phone out. It got caught on a loose thread and the ringing continued several more times before she managed, grumbling under her breath, to pull it free. Then the phone slipped from her fingers and joined the broken saw on the garage floor with another ominous cracking sound. She knew before she even picked it up that it was broken.

  Could the day get any worse? It had started out so well.

  Of course it could get worse. Colby pulled his pickup into the driveway at that very second. She was caught with her thumb in the proverbial forbidden pie, caught in his sacred territory standing amongst the ruins.

  He did not look happy.

  She tried a smile. “Thought I’d…” What could she say? She was in the wrong place, at the wrong time.

  “Destroy my garage,” Colby finished for her, focusing on the chaos scattered at his wife’s feet. Memories of the last time she’d “attempted” to help him with the garage cleanup work flashed in his mind. Unpleasant memories.

  Brandi tipped her chin up. “I was trying to help.”

  He ground his teeth as he climbed out of the truck and headed in her direction. “I didn’t need your help in here,” he said, trying to stay calm.

  “I’ll make things right.”

  He sucked in a deep, cleansing breath, released it and shook his head in dismay. “You’re deadly in the garage.” Then he moved toe-to-toe with her. “I believe we’ve discussed this matter before, haven’t we? How you’re not supposed to do anything in here but drive your car in and out. In and out, that’s all.”

  Her gaze darted to her cherry red Mustang and his gut clenched. What else had she done? He swept a glance over what he could see. Nothing. It looked fine. But a glance back at his wife, with an uneasy expression in her eyes, told him different. Although he dreaded doing so, he walked to the other side of the car.

  “Brandi Lynn! How the hell did you manage that scratch?” He moved until he could rub a finger along the almost two-foot long scratch. When she didn’t answer right away, he decided he’d rather not know what happened. “Never mind.”

  “I’ll get some of that bottled paint touch up stuff,” she offered.

  “It’d take a damn can of paint.” He shook his head again and strode back to her. Frustration and resignation warred within him. He knew what must be done. They both knew what must be done, what she expected to be done. “If you don’t want a spanking out here in the garage, I’d suggest you march yourself into the house.”

  Her hands flew back to protect her bottom. “Colby…”

  “You’re not talking your way out of this.” He turned her toward the house and urged her forward with a firm swat. “You were warned, with good reason, about not coming out here to do anything.”

  “Accidents. Then and now,” she protested, dancing forward as he planted another swat on her bottom.

  “True enough and you won’t be spanked because of accidents. You’ll get spanked because you disobeyed me.” He gave her two more swats before she could get through the doorway into the house. “I told you not to touch anything in my garage, and you promised you wouldn’t. I don’t mess with your kitchen; you’re not to mess with my garage.”

  She gave him a challenging look. “I wouldn’t care if you ‘messed’ with the kitchen.”

  He followed right behind her, nudging her toward the kitchen table and a chair. “But I care if you mess with my garage.” He thought about the many other things she could have done today. “Why didn’t you work on that financial statement you said you’d been struggling with? Or pay some ranch bills. You could have done a hell of a lot of other things.”

  She heaved a disgruntled sigh. “I wasn’t in the mood for any of that stuff.” It was frustrating to be back here in the kitchen, at the table where, only hours ago, he’d done something far different with her than prepare for a spanking.

  “You should have been.” He pulled out the chair, sat down and patted his thigh. “Now you’ll be sitting at your desk with a sore bottom.”

  “Couldn’t you just let me clean up the mess in the garage? That’ll be punishment enough.”

  He cringed at the very idea of her going back into the garage. He couldn’t afford to replace or repair any more things. “I’ll clean up the mess. When I get home tonight. Right now, darlin’, I’ve got a bottom to spank.”

  Brandi inched toward him; her bottom tingled already. “I’m really sorry. I guess I’m just a jinx in the garage.” She stopped beside him, waiting. She’d gone against him, again. No matter how she tried, she struggled with that stupid “obey” part of her vows. Would they be doing this the rest of their marriage? Or would he get tired of having to do this someday and just give up on her? Would he decide he needed a more mature, more responsible wife? Now she was depressed.

  Pulling her back from her musings, he reached out and unzipped her jeans, then shoved them down to her knees. She felt miserable standing there, but he took her hand and guided her over his lap. As she braced her hands on the floor, he gave her bottom a pair of sizzling swats.

  “It’s been a while since I’ve spanked this sweet little butt.” His hand smoothed over her buttocks.

  “Not long enough,” she grumbled, disgusted with herself for letting her boredom lead her into trouble.

  He spanked her again, twice. “Guess there’s limits on how long you can stay out of mischief.”

  “Guess so.” She stared at the tile floor thinking it was time to mop it again.

  He tugged down her panties to mid-thigh. A rain of biting smacks landed all over her poor bottom. “Being ‘good’ for very long isn’t something you do well.”

  “But I’m trying.” She wriggled and he tucked her close. “I’m trying,” she repeated.

  “Well, you need to try a hell of a lot harder to listen to me, to obey me.” He laid his hand down on her smarting bottom. “Your little act of misbehavior cost me dearly this time. You broke my table saw.” He swatted her once. “You broke some shelves and created a huge mess.” Another single swat. “And you did some serious scratch damage to your car.” Another single swat.

  She hated it when he listed off what she’d done wrong. “I’m aware of the damage I caused,” she said on a sniffle. “I promise I won’t even go in the garage again. You can even drive my car out for me.”

  He blew out a ragged breath, calming down. “Six more and we’re done.”

  True to his word, he smacked and counted each of the six spanks. They were lighter, bu
t she would still be squirming in discomfort for a little while. But she’d expected worse. Even the paddle.

  Finally he helped her up, watching while she winced and pulled her panties and jeans into place. When she looked at him again, love sparked in his eyes even though his expression remained stern. “Now, march yourself into your office and get to work on what you should have been doing.”

  She dashed at a tear on her cheek. She didn’t want to go sit and work on accounting, but it wouldn’t be smart to tell him that. “I’m sorry we had to end the day this way.”

  “Sweetheart, I’m hoping to end the day in a whole lot more pleasant way.” He gave her a crooked smile filled with promise of rumpled sheets and some serious making up.

  Her mood improved. So what if she’d been spanked? She’d deserved it. But now the evening looked much, much better. “I’ll even let you have your wicked way with me again, cowboy.”

  His eyes darkened. “I’ve been toying with trying out a new position, something I read about somewhere.” He grinned in devilment. “You feeling limber?”

  Chapter Five

  Needing Her Cowboy

  Brandi had acted like a crazy person all week at her office in town and at the ranch. The final tax deadline for individuals for the year was fast approaching, only another three weeks to go. She’d been bombarded with new clients running late for meeting that October fifteenth panic time. While her business focused on doing the accounting work for small businesses, she’d worked for a general tax accounting firm while in college and could handle work for individuals.

  Somehow word of all that had leaked into the area’s communities. No doubt her husband and his connections had talked about her. He was proud of her skills and tended to brag about her. She’d wanted to keep her client list small enough that she wouldn’t get overwhelmed. But, in the last month alone, she’d gained a half dozen new ranchers and small businesses in Hinkley as clients. Enough clients that she’d needed to expand her working schedule from thirty hours to forty each week. She liked being successful, but she regretted having to spend so much time away from the ranch and Colby. She missed getting up to fix breakfast for her husband and then going back to bed until nine or ten o’clock.