Stoker dropped his head all the way to the table.

Garcia noticed Landen and Riker as well as the expressions on their faces. He hid behind the beer, laughing as the cheering continued.

“You and Jessica? A baby?” Riker slapped Stoker on the back, his voice bellowing.

“I am so dead. So very dead,” Stoker mumbled.

“This is fantastic news. Shannon!” Landen called.

Stoker reached out to grab him. “Don’t. I’m not entirely certain Jessica has told her yet. Jess is going to kick my ass.”

“As well she should!” Riker confirmed.

“We need drinks!” Landen called.

Garcia rose to his feet as several of the bar patrons crowded around the table. He felt elated and honored to have been asked to share in such an amazing moment. As he shoved his hands into his pockets, he had a bird’s eye view of Laney and the man she was with. The same guy from this morning, which meant he had at least one kid. Built in family. He sighed as Shannon sauntered toward the table. “You have a wild bunch on your hands.”

She winked as she passed. “Don’t I always? What’s the commotion, boys?”

“Jess and Stoker are having a baby,” Riker stated as he pumped his fist then groaned as he watched her face. “She didn’t tell you. Uh-oh.”

“She didn’t have to, darlin’. Women always have a way of knowing, but I think Jessica probably wanted to keep this quiet for just a little while. You, my friend, are in the doghouse.”

Stoker lowered his head. “As always.”

“Keep what quiet?” The lilting voice was followed by a sly smile.

Noticing Jessica’s approach, Garcia took a huge step back and pulled Landen with him. “Oh boy, the big guns are here.”

Jessica eased through the crowd. “What am I missing?”

“Congratulations, Miss Dunn. You’re expecting!” the young man uttered the words as if she didn’t know.

“Ooh…” Several of the men backed away from the table, leaving Stoker to himself.

Her face pinched, she strutted toward Stoker. “You dirty rat.” She held the stance for a few seconds then threw her arms around his neck, nuzzling into his neck.

Garcia stole another look at the girl then had an idea. Pulling out his phone, he typed in a text and hit send. He could tell the moment she got the message.

What’s your name? Your real name?

As congratulations continued, he remained on the outskirts, watching her reaction as she nonchalantly pulled out the phone. He could see the chuckle, the way she did her best to text as if this was nothing but a friend. Hearing the message sound seconds later, he looked down.

Laney Cavanaugh although you might just call me crazy woman.

Garcia laughed, his fingers moving across the keys.

Deal.

“I think we need more drinks all the way around,” Riker offered. “Shannon?”

She tsked her finger, her look sassy. “One round on the house. Now, pregnant or not pregnant, are you going to grace us with a song, Miss Country Music Star?”

“Yay!”

“Please do!”

Jessica blushed and walked toward Garcia. “I think you can twist my arm.” She lifted her head, kissing Garcia’s cheek and whispered, “I’m so glad you’re going to be a part of our ceremony.”

He gripped her hand. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.” As he watched her walk away, he realized just how damn lonely he truly was. No dog. No family. No kids. No love of his life. He couldn’t help but look at Laney again. The name suited her. Beautiful.

* * *

“What are you looking at?”

Laney heard the question, even registered the words but she found it difficult to take her eyes off the sexy smokejumper. He was just as animated as he’d been replacing her tire. She found herself envisioning what he would be like if all alone, holding her in his arms. She could feel a moment of heat creeping up from the swell of her breasts, leaving her uncomfortable. When she felt her hand being grasped, fingers intertwined, she finally turned her attention back to Troy. “I’m sorry. What did you say?”

Troy glanced over her shoulder, his expression blank. “I guess I answered my question. He was the guy at the school. Right?”

She absently took another quick look, fighting a smile. “Yeah. He’s a smokejumper. The kids loved him.”

“Jamie mentioned the guy performed well.” His words were clipped.

“He didn’t just perform. He spent a lot of time helping the children understand about fire safety. You should be grateful the school system has determined programs such as these are within the county’s budget.”

“Said like a true administrator.” He settled back into his seat, grabbing his drink and taking a gulp.

“I’m thrilled the school is taking such a proactive stance. I’ve worked in several locations where the teachers were forced to purchase everything for their class.”

He eased his drink to the table. “Where are you from, originally I mean?”

The questions always circled around to the basics. She’d practiced her basic statement until the words seemed genuine enough. “A little town in Maine but my parents moved a lot.”

“Brothers? Sisters?”

“Only child.”

“Then how did you end up here? I mean, Missoula is a great town but a far cry from Maine.”

Laney shifted in her seat. “A job offer. Nothing too glamorous.”

“I would have thought you more the Florida sunshine kind of girl.” Troy’s eyes penetrated hers.

Florida. A bead of perspiration trickled down the back of her neck. She brushed her hand through her hair. “Never been there.”

“Oh. Okay.” He turned toward the stage. “I love Florida. The beaches. The bars. The people. Especially Miami.”

She froze and swallowed hard. “Did you live there?”

He nodded, absently, his eyes remaining on the singer as she walked up the short flight of stairs. “Almost a year. That was just before Jamie’s mother died. Came here for a fresh start.”

“I’m sorry. A change of scenery is a good idea, especially for a child.” Act normal. This is nothing more than a coincidence.

“Yes. Jamie doesn’t remember his previous life and for that, I’m very glad.” After a few seconds, he leaned over, his face within a few inches of hers. “Jaime is a special little boy and I’m so glad I can take care of him.”

“I know he is. I love teaching him.” The conversation had turned stilted. “Do you like what you do?”

Troy hesitated before answering. “Certainly has a number of perks. I left a very influential firm to come here, but whatever was in the best interest for Jaime. You know?”

“That makes you a wonderful father.”

Smirking, he ran the tip of his finger around his drink. “I value his love and adore him.”

The words weren’t sitting well with her. She’d spoken to hundreds of parents over the years and Troy had a stilted view. Granted, grief certainly had a way of altering a man’s personality, but her nerves remained on edge. “What about the puppy?”

“Do you hate living alone? Wouldn’t you prefer to have a family?”

Laney grew more and more uncomfortable. “Honestly, I love taking care of children but never wanted any of my own.”

He tapped his fingers on top of the table. “And a man in your life?”

Before she could come up with a decent answer, his cell phone rang. Relieved, she offered a huge smile. “Go ahead.”

“I’ll just be a minute,” Troy said as he rose to his feet. He gripped her shoulder, his fingers digging in. “Don’t go anywhere. I’d like to finish our conversation.”

A cold chill swept down her arms, creating a series of goose bumps. She realized she was holding her breath. The questions were far too pointed, as if he was searching for a particular answer. She bit her lip and watched him walk toward the front door. What if he was simply trying to get to know her? She certainly was no judge on dating. The thought giving her a chuckle, she tried to push the uncertainties to the back of her mind as the singer approached the microphone.

“Good evening!” The blonde waved to the crowd as she wrapped a guitar strap around her neck. “I’m Jessica Dunn and my very good friend asked if I’d consider singing a song tonight, just to get the evening kicked off.”

Jessica Dunn. Laney had heard of the singer before.

The audience erupted in applause.

“Thank you, everyone. This is from my upcoming new CD, hitting the shelves in the next week or so.” Jessica adjusted the microphone and the lights dimmed.

Laney inched forward on her seat as the song began. She tried to concentrate on the amazing words, the incredible music, but her mind continued to drift to the questions Troy had asked. Miami. Troy and Jamie had been here as long as she had. Or had he? In truth, she could no longer remember. She made a mental note to check the records if for no other reason than to eliminate any level of concern. She took a sip of wine and realized her hand was shaking.

There was no reason for her to worry about Troy. He was used to grilling clients. She wiped the back of her neck and attempted to settle her nerves. At some point, she was going to have to get used to the fact that she had a new life, a wonderful life. Yes, she’d let go of the past once and for all.

Just as the song ended, she felt a grip on the back of her neck, the hold controlling. She whimpered as a flash of the past raised its ugly head. Jerking free, she almost knocked the chair over.

“Whoa. It’s me. I didn’t want to scare you.” Troy held a genuine look of concern.

The crowd went wild, stomping and cheering.

She sucked in her breath as he sat down, his fingers brushing down her arm. “You just startled me.”

Leaning in, he took her hand. “I hate to do this, but I have a client who ended up getting himself arrested.” He groaned and rolled his eyes.

“You have to go?” There was a swift moment of peace washing through her.

“Unfortunately, I do. Would you like me to follow you home?” His question was laced with eagerness.

“No. Of course not. I’ll be just fine. In fact, I’d like to stay and listen to the singer. She’s very good.”

Troy slowly turned his head then scanned the entire bar before nodding. “I’m glad I won’t be spoiling your entire evening.”

“Not at all. Go do what you need to do.”

He eased to his feet and pulled out his wallet.

She could swear he was looking right through her, studying her reaction, memorizing her face. “You don’t have to do that.”

“Nonsense. I asked you here.” He dropped two twenties onto the table. “Have another drink on me. Least I can do.”

“Thank you. I had a good time.”

He pulled his coat from the chair and stared down. “Then we’ll do this another time. Perhaps dinner one night?”

“I’d like that.” She gave him a full smile, yet her chest remained tight.

“Good. You’re a very enticing woman.” Troy started to walk past her then patted her on the shoulder. “Very enticing indeed.”

Laney tilted her head. Given the dim lighting, she couldn’t read his eyes, but she could swear he seemed angry. “Good night.” When he walked away, she twisted in order to watch his slow gait. The second he stopped and turned, she shifted again, concentrating on the stage. What in the hell was she doing? Alienating him. She knew her actions, even her words were cold, as if she couldn’t stand him. Counting to five, she looked again. He was nowhere to be seen.

Relaxing, she wiped the new bead of sweat from her hairline and sat back in her chair. She could certainly look on the internet, see if Troy was the man he purported himself to be. That would dispel her insidious imagination.

“One more song!” a man from the crowd roared.

“Yes!” others said in unison.

“How can I walk away now?” Grinning, Jessica stepped back toward the microphone. “This one is very special. To my fiancé, Stoker. He’s the reason I’m here.”

Smiling, Laney wanted nothing more than to have a special someone in her life. The holidays had been so difficult, sharing the day with Topper and no one else. There’d been no Christmas tree and only a stocking for her beloved pup. A tear managed to slip past her lashes. She hated feeling sorry for herself.

“Abandoned by your date?”

Even through the music and the roar of the crowd, she heard the question, the husky words said with such gentle sensuality that she immediately tingled.

Garcia grabbed a chair, twisting it around and straddling the seat. He leaned over the back, his arms on the wood, a wide grin on his face. “No man should ever leave a lady alone, especially in a rowdy bar.”

“He had to bail a client out of jail and he wasn’t my date.” Inhaling, even the scent of the man seemed different tonight, intoxicating, leaving her nipples aching. His eyes were intense, yet filled with kindness. He had a much more rugged appearance in his jeans and cowboy boots.

“Ouch. Well, his loss is my gain then.” Garcia swept his gaze down to the floor then back up, leaning his head on his hands. “Perhaps we should get better acquainted. I’m Garcia Puevos, local hero smokejumper.” His eyes twinkled.

“Are you trying to impress me, smokejumper Puevos?”

“Absolutely. Is it working? If not, I could tell you that I’m a champion horseman, a cowboy if you will.”

“I think you had me at smokejumper.” Everything about the man was infectious, open and honest. “Laney Cavanaugh, the world’s best teacher, dog trainer and wine drinker. Top that.”

Garcia slapped his hand against his chest. “Good lord. In the world? Then I’m honored to be in your presence.” Winking, he held out his hand. “A pleasure to be in your company.”

Laney laughed and accepted his hand. The instant they touched, she bit back a moan, the electricity soaring throughout her body. Blinking several times, the perspiration had returned, only this time from intense excitement.

He rubbed his thumb across her hand as he inhaled sharply.

Even the way his calloused hands caressed her skin was enticing, driving her into a heightened level of arousal. She found herself leaning forward.

His hand never leaving hers, he rose to his feet. “Would you like to dance, Miss Laney Cavanaugh?”

“I would love to.” The moment he pulled her to her feet, his fingers wrapping around hers, she relaxed, allowing him to take the lead.

He eased her onto the dancefloor and slid his arm around her waist, yanking her into the heat of his body. There was no stiffness, no concern that they didn’t know each other. He simply moved to the music, his eyes never blinking or moving. Despite the hundreds of people in the room, she was the only one who mattered.

The man towered over her, even in her heels, and she’d never felt so protected, so cared for. Garcia had a quiet manner about him, a beautiful way of moving. She palmed his chest, her fingers kneading over the thin material of his shirt. With every sway, every few steps, he squeezed the small of her back, the touch firm, controlling.

“You’re an excellent dancer,” he whispered and lowered his head.

Laney tilted her head until their lips were almost touching. “You’re easy to dance with.” She could tell her heart was racing and she tingled from the way he moved, his hips grinding back and forth against hers. The friction created left her breathless, her mouth dry. She found herself on her tiptoes, finally resting her head against his shoulder.

Garcia rubbed her back as he hummed to the music, turning them in circle after circle. When the song ended, he eased back and cupped her face. “You’re very beautiful.”

They clung to each other as the lights became brighter. Their lips were barely an inch apart and she slid her arm around his neck, her fingers in his hair.

“I’m sorry if that was too forward.” He took a step back, breaking the hold.

“Not at all,” she whispered.

“Can you stay?”

“Yes.”

“Good, because I am getting to know you better. You can’t run away from me this time.” He gripped her hand, the hold more protective, even dominating, and walked with purpose back toward the table.

There was such demand in the tone of his voice, but unlike Troy, she was completely comfortable, even excited by his commanding ways. He seemed carefree, playful but when it came to his desires, that was something else entirely. She could tell all the eyes of his friends were on them, watching their every move. They were obviously a close-knit group, caring in ways she’d never experienced. The men were also rugged, handsome and she gathered they held their own in the bar, as if they owned the place.

“Are you going to introduce us to your friend?”

Garcia raised a single eyebrow as he grunted. “Don’t you have a fiancée, a pregnant fiancée, to tend to?”

“When my friend enjoys a dance like that, whew, baby, then I know I have to meet the sassy filly who stole his heart. I’m Stoker Hansen. This is my buddy, Riker Sheffield.”

“Watch these guys. They think they’re all that and two bags of chips. Laney, meet the boys,” Garcia said, laughing.

Laney grinned as she shook their hands. “Don’t worry, fellas. I can handle him with one hand tied behind my back.”

“Oh! I like this girl,” Riker said as he popped Garcia on the shoulder.

“Seriously, if you need me to keep him in line, just let me know,” Stoker added.

“Oh, no, you don’t, boys. Leave the girl alone. I’m Jessica. Nice to have you here. I’ll take them away, so you can enjoy your time.” Jessica shook her head.

“I like meeting his friends,” Laney said.

“Trust me. They are a handful. Come on, boys. Let them alone.” Jessica backed away, grabbing Stoker’s arm.

“Later, dude. Remember, we have more training exercises in the morning. Don’t be too exhausted.” Riker laughed as he walked away.

“Training?” Laney asked.

“Yeah, we’re training with another group of smokejumpers. Pain in the ass if you ask me.” He sat down, pulling her down beside him. “I’m not certain we’re going to be able to talk here. The guys, they mean well, but they’ll bug us to death.”

“Never seen you with a girl?” Laney teased.

“Honestly? No.”

The single faraway look caught her attention. He seemed as lonely as she was, perhaps even more so. “They seem like great friends.”

“They are. We all are in fact. They just need to know everything that’s going on. Local hangout so everybody knows everybody’s business. If you know what I mean.”

“Then why do you come here?”

He inhaled and nodded several times. “Good question. Why don’t we go somewhere else? I know a very quiet bar not too far from here.”

She debated and just by looking into his eyes, she wanted to take a chance, to live as a young woman for a change. She’d never just let herself go. “I have a better idea.”

“I’m up for anything. Shoot.”

“My place isn’t too far. We could share some wine or a drink. I mean it’s nothing fancy but very quiet.”

Garcia leaned in. “You sure you can trust me? We could grab your tire iron out of the trunk just in case.”

“You’re very bad. I have other weapons.”

He hesitated before bursting into laughter. “I’d love that. Peace and quiet.”

“Follow me?”

“I will.” As they walked to the entrance, he stopped her just before going outside. Brushing his fingers across her face, he lowered his head so only she could hear. “Be careful what you ask for. I don’t let go very easily.”

She shivered from his words and the connotation. Truth was, she didn’t want him to let go.

He took her by the hand, closing her car door and waiting until she started the engine. When she was alone, she glanced into the rearview mirror, the light from the parking lot just enough to highlight his long legs and muscular ass. “What are you doing, crazy girl?” For the first time in ages, her little voice, the one nagging her about every decision in her life was quiet.

The drive seemed to take forever, even though her cabin was less than ten miles from the restaurant. When he parked beside her, she held her breath. Allowing a man inside her house meant she was finally ready to move on.

They both remained quiet as Topper greeted them, sniffing the guest then trotting down the steps.

“He doesn’t like anyone,” she whispered, amazed her pup was so comfortable.

“He knows I’m an animal lover. I have horses anyway. What’s his name?” Garcia waited with her, standing behind, one hand on her waist.

Her entire body quivered, and she had difficulty finding words, any words. “Topper. He’s been with me since I moved here. I’ve always wanted a horse since I was a little girl.”

“He’s gorgeous and you can ride my Beauty anytime.”

She hadn’t realized she’d leaned against him until Topper knocked into her legs on the way back inside. Laughing, she was suddenly embarrassed. This was still a stranger, a man she knew little about other than his profession and that he adored children. “Come inside. It’s freezing.”

“I love nights like this,” he whispered as he gripped her arm, pointing to the sky. “You can see every star, every constellation. Why I love living in Montana. So clean. So beautiful.”

“This is my home now. I never thought I’d like the West, but here I am. No place I’d rather be.” She was prepared for a litany of questions, but instead, he held her close, whispering names of stars in her ear. The moment was freeing, enthralling in a manner she could never be able to explain. In the few minutes shared, she began to feel as if she’d known him her entire life.

“I’ll take you up on the mountain some time. The best place to see the stars,” Garcia said then exhaled. “Best place to think, come clean with your life.”

There was such sadness in his words, such a quiet reverie that she gripped his hand, allowing their fingers to intertwine. “Then I’d love to go with you.”

“Come on. I’ll take that drink now.”

Laney couldn’t help but study him as he opened the door, closing it behind them and immediately going for the fireplace.

He jerked off his coat and knelt, studying the firewood. “Do you mind if I start a fire?”

“I’d love that. I don’t take the time to make one for myself. If you need more wood, it’s on the side of the house. I’ll get some wine. Is that okay?”

Tipping his head, he offered a huge smile. “Whatever you’re having is fine.”

Every cell in her body continued to quiver as she headed to the kitchen. She gripped the counter, breathing out for fear of moaning. This was insane. This was so out of character. This was the best and a more intense level of sensations she’d had since… “No.” The single word said out loud, she refused to think about anything but tonight.

She hummed as she found her best wine glasses, a bottle of wine and struggled to find the wine opener. She’d had the damn thing the night before. Where in the hell did she put it? Laughing, she noticed it on the counter, along with a partial glass of wine. Had she really left a glass out? This wasn’t like her. She must have been more rattled by the day than she thought.

When she walked back into the living room, the fire was roaring, and Garcia stood by her CD player. As music began to play, she held her breath. The group was her favorite, one she hadn’t bothered to listen to for months.

The moment he turned around, his smile turned into a look of pure lust, raw and unadulterated, his eyes sweeping down to her tall heels. In his hands was her diary, the one she’d left on the table. Stunned, she had no idea what to say. Heat crept up from the base of her neck and she felt lightheaded. His look continued, much more dominating than before.

This wasn’t about being undressed with his eyes. He simply was telling her in no uncertain terms how much he appreciated the way she looked. He’d read her words, knew what she was thinking. “What are you doing?”

“Laney. I’m not trying to intrude. I noticed the book and had no idea that…” His words trailed off as he eased the diary onto the coffee table. “I apologize. I shouldn’t have snooped.”

She wanted to be furious, to banish him from the house, but she couldn’t. She studied his expression. There was no judging, no laughing. He’d accepted it as if her desire was totally normal. “You must think I’m ridiculous.”

“Oh God, no. The words were beautiful, exactly what I want. You have no idea.” There was no malice or sarcasm, only a heartfelt statement. “Come.”

Swallowing hard, she walked further into the room, easing the wine and glasses onto the small coffee table. She remained uncertain of what to say. “They are just words. I just…”

“Please, they were amazing. A part of you,” Garcia whispered and patted the rug in front of the fire. “Come. Take your shoes off.”

His tone was commanding, the same one he’d used at Ziggy’s. However, she obeyed, removing and kicking away her heels before sliding down to the rug.

“Much better. You’re a jeans and boots kind of girl,” he stated, every word so matter of fact. “But I love the dress.”

“Yes. How did you know?”

“I just know. Sit by the fire. I’ll pour the wine.” His smile had returned, but the tone remained dark, almost dangerous.

Everything about this man was exactly what she fantasized about every night. There was no reason to fear or worry. This man knew her already, could sense her desires, her longing to be cared for, protected and shown new heights of pleasure. He knew her inner thoughts, longing for someone she could trust without a shadow of a doubt.

Garcia gave her another look as he crawled toward the wine, pouring two glasses.

Every cell on fire, she blinked several times as she envisioned them in bed, his hand holding down her wrists, his powerful thrusts as he fucked her, taking everything she had to give then turning her over, spanking her long and hard. She was unable to push aside the visions as she sat down and rubbed her arms. The fantasy was so real, so vivid. She could almost hear his grunts, so masculine and full of desire as he pumped into her, his cock filling her pussy until she was left breathless.

Laney rubbed the tip of her finger across her mouth, longing for him to kiss her, crush his mouth over hers. She wanted him to command her every move, tell her exactly how to please him in every way. And she would please him, licking his cock, sucking his balls. She closed her eyes, the image shifting. She was over his lap and he was spanking her, slap after hard slap, punishing her for being a bad girl. Yes, she would be good. She would learn to obey his every command.

“Laney. Are you all right? You’re flushed. Please don’t let the diary bother you.” Garcia touched her cheek with the back of his hand. “You’re warm.”

“I, um…” The single moan escaped her lips. Mortified, she bit her lips and lowered her head. “I’m sorry. I was thinking.”

“Powerful thoughts. Would you like to share?”

He sat in front of her, so close, so very close. I want you to spank me, fuck me. The words were on the tip of her tongue. She allowed a long breath before she tried to smile. “That’s not me, I mean not really. I don’t live that way or...” The words died in her throat.

He lifted a single eyebrow and handed her the wine. “I know you don’t know anything about me.”

Could he see how hard her nipples were? Could he smell the scent of her desire? She hid behind the glass, shutting down her thoughts. “You’re right. You’re so different than I expected.”

“How so?” He crowded closer.

“Do you always get what you want?”

The question seemed to throw him. He looked away then suddenly his lips were touching hers. “I only go after what I want, but to answer your question. Yes. However, I’ve allowed few women into my life.”

“Why?”

He sat back, his eyes searching hers. “The kind of relationship I long for is difficult to find. You figured me out, somehow. You know I want to be in control, in my profession and in my relationship. Few women understand it.” Laughing, he swirled his wine. “Oh, some women say they crave a spanking or harsh discipline, but in the bedroom only. Most of them have read Fifty Shades and find a dominating man attractive for a few nights or even a few weeks, but not forever. And, no, I’m not talking hard BDSM.” He grinned as he darted a look in her direction.

“I can’t explain why I long for a firm hand, control and discipline.” Laney wrinkled her nose and hid behind the glass. “That’s not true. I’ve been like this since I was a child, but the limited experiences I’ve had, somehow, I managed to find assholes who wanted to beat me. Trust me, I might be little in stature, but I’ll kick a man’s ass who lifts his fist.” She groaned, seeing his face then dropped and shook her head. “And I can’t believe I just told you that.”

He lifted her chin with his index finger. “Don’t be embarrassed by what you hunger for. I’m not.” His voice was husky, full of sexual innuendos.

She touched his eye. “A woman who didn’t understand?”

“A woman who appreciates kinky but has no understanding of sharing a life of discipline.”

“There is a difference. I’ve never really had a girlfriend or anyone to share stories, I know they wouldn’t understand.” A nervous laugh slipped from her throat. Admitting this to a man, a stranger was actually freeing. “I want so many things. I guess the diary helps me live them. You know?”

“I understand more than you know. Can you see yourself living the lifestyle?”

Laney thought about his question. “I could. With the right man, one who adores me as I do him and someone I could trust implicitly.”

“I hope you can learn to trust me one day.”

His words, the way he said them wasn’t just thrilling but an awakening of the woman inside. “I think I already do.”

Leaning in, he cupped her chin and rubbed his thumb back and forth across the seam of her mouth. “You’re so beautiful.”

She was tingling all over, her nipples aching, her pussy wet and in such need. Closing her eyes, she panted as his fingers caressed her face, her neck and shoulder. Goose bumps popped along her naked skin as he brushed the tip of a single finger down her arm. She could feel his hot breath skating across her face and neck, the sound strangled as if his desire was off the charts. She realized seconds later that he’d taken her glass out of her hand. When she opened her eyes, the flicking glow of the flames highlighted the flecks in his eyes, an opening to his very soul.

His lips pursed, he eased his hand around to the back of her neck, gripping, his fingers digging in, and pulled her forward. Crushing her mouth, he thrust his tongue inside and tipped her back as he explored, tasting, his tongue moving back and forth.

She gripped his arm and remained on edge, yet his hold, his very commanding needs began to unravel her pent-up fears, forcing excitement forward. Suddenly, she was surging with adrenaline, electricity shooting up the length of her spine.

He slipped his hand under the hem of her dress, crawling his fingers up the outside of her thigh. The moment he wrapped his hand around her leg, he pulled her forward, forcing her leg to curl around his hip.

As the kiss continued, passion swelled to the point she could barely breathe. She swept her arms around his neck, intertwining her fingers in his hair. No man had ever French kissed her with such intensity. She was tingling all over, her legs shaking to the point they were going numb.

When he broke the hold, he kept his grip on the back of her neck and wrapped his hand around her long hair, tugging back her head. He growled as he lowered his lips to her neck, pressing kisses just under her ear. He whispered, the sound husky, “I want you, every inch of you.”

A moan escaped her lips as he licked and nipped her skin. She fell into the moment, her body relaxing, her mind going to the places of ecstasy she’d only fantasized about. Panting, she kept her eyes closed as he moved his fingers to the bodice of her dress, dipping his fingers under the silky material. She wanted nothing more than to be touched, kissed all over and taken in any manner he desired.

He pulled her other leg around his then cupped her breast, his fingers squeezing. “Your skin is so soft.”

“Mmm…” There were no words to describe the sensations rocketing through every cell, her entire body. She was simply lost to the pleasure.

Garcia kept her in an arc as he lowered down, using his teeth to tug the material down from her breast. He engulfed the lace of her bra covering her nipple into his mouth, sucking as he rubbed her leg, his fingers dancing over her skin. Every touch deliberate, he yanked her bra, revealing her nipple then pinched the already hardened bud. “Everything about you is sensual.”

The words continued to drive her into a heightened state of nirvana and her head lolled back, savoring the warmth of the fire on her back and neck, the hard pinch of his fingers. When he twisted her nipple, she let out a hushed moan. Pain mixed with pleasure in a way she’d only dreamt about.

Seconds later, he eased back, crouching on his legs and pulling her to her knees. His eyes never leaving hers, he pulled her dress up and over her shoulders, tossing the unwanted material to the side. “Don’t move. Don’t do anything.”

His command was strong, the vibe everything her heart desired. She blinked as he unfastened her bra, allowing him to slide the straps down first one arm then the other.

He tugged and pulled his shirt up and over his head then exhaled as he ran the palm of his hand down her chest.

She longed to touch him, to feel the heat of his chest, but she kept her hands by her sides, obeying as she knew he required. For the first time in her life, she felt utterly beautiful, a sensual woman. She couldn’t help but issue a single whimper as she studied his form, his carved chest and perfect abs. He was a thing of beauty.

His eyes flashing, he brushed the tip of his finger across the elastic top of her panties then traced a zigzag line down between her legs.

The scent of her desire wafted between them and she moaned, fighting embarrassment.

“You’re wet.”

“Yes.”

“You want me,” he whispered.

“Oh, yes.”

He rubbed his finger up and down the length of her crotch, his eyes narrowing. “I’ve never wanted a woman as much as I want you.”

The words were laced with such conviction, a tremendous and almost blinding need. The moment he slipped his finger past the thin lace, swirling the tip around her clit, she bucked, her entire body shivering. “Oh God!”

“Pleasure and pain.”

Laney realized she was nodding her head over and over again. She was so wet, so hot that beads of perspiration trickled down the back of her neck.

As he continued to finger her pussy, he lowered his head, sucking on her nipple and cupping her other breast, his fingers twisting her nipple. He flicked his finger back and forth then shoved the entire length into her cunt.

“Oh!” Squealing, her entire body swayed forward and backward. There wasn’t a single part of her body that wasn’t tingling, dancing from such frenzied desire.

Garcia removed his finger from her pussy, drawing a circle around her lips. “Open your mouth.”

She did as she was told and when he slipped his finger inside, she immediately began to suck, tasting her juice. She sucked hard, using her jaw muscles as the sound permeated the dense air.

His eyes flashed as he eased his hand back then took her hand, placing her fingers on his belt. “Take this off.”

Sucking in her breath, she fumbled as she tried to unfasten the buckle, swallowing hard with her childish attempts. When she finally managed to unfasten it, she pulled back, but he grasped her hand, shaking his head.

“Remove my belt. Slowly. Feel the leather with every inch. Look at me as you slide the strap from its holder.”

Laney darted her eyes to his and tugged, adrenaline flowing to the point she was seeing stars. With every inch, she rubbed her fingers across the grain, the belt that had obviously been worn for months. So supple and soft, she could only imagine his thoughts, his desire to use the implement of discipline. When the belt was finally free, she gulped for air and held the strap in both of her hands.

He nodded and leaned down, kissing her lips ever so softly. Moving his head to her ear, he bit the lower lobe then issued a command. “Stand. Remove your panties.” He took the belt from her hand, folding the strap in half.

Her legs shaky, she rose to her feet, sliding her thumbs under the waistband then lowering her thong to the floor. Kicking out, when she was free of them, she clenched her fists.

Grunting, Garcia rose to his feet and slid the belt down one arm then up the other. “Discipline is special, a moment shared that is the most intimate. Private. All consuming.”

She had no idea what to say but she understood the burning desire shared between both of them. As he rubbed the strap across her chest, encircling her breasts then her nipples, she realized she’d never been so turned on, her pussy so wet.

He moved around her, allowing the belt to brush across the skin of her thigh the back of her leg and up along her spine. He eased her hair aside and mouthed her shoulder, biting down.

“Oh…” The moan was intense, ragged and she continued to shake, apprehension and excitement fueling every cell.

The leather strap continued moving across her body, down her arm and across her hip then between her legs. “Punishment is for infractions, but discipline is every day, keeping the faith, enabling you to focus.”

The words burned into the back of her mind, yanking at the mask she’d woven so tightly around her own desires, needs keeping her from moving away from the past. This man, this sexy and amazing creature had unlocked her roaring needs. “Yes. Yes, sir.”

He inhaled and moved back to face her. “Would you like me to spank you?”

Hesitating, she sucked in her breath, holding it as her mind raced to all the reasons she shouldn’t, but there was no turning back, no way she could avoid the woman breaking through the surface any longer. “Yes, sir. Please.”

Nodding, he pointed to the couch.

Laney had never felt so free, so peaceful in her life. Her feet remained heavy as she walked the few feet, crawling on and spreading her legs as she leaned over the back

He moved closer until he was standing behind. He rubbed his hand down her back, patting first one then the other ass cheek. “This will hurt but you will stay in position. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

Gripping the back of the couch, she lowered her head, bracing for the hard strikes.

Crack!

“Oh!” Jerking up, her entire body began to shake. The belt hit her squarely on the fleshy part of her ass, unearthing every nerve ending.

Garcia waited, remaining quiet until she took her position again.

Pop! Slap!

“Oh God.” She bit back another cry and managed to stay in place. Every thought about being spanked like a bad girl raced through her mind.

Crack! Smack!

After every few strikes, Garcia rubbed her ass, his fingers touching and caressing. “I know what you need, how much you crave a firm hand.”

There was no need to respond yet she grunted her answer, envisioning being spanked every day. She’d thrive with a strong man, one who refused to allow her to get away with breaking the rules. He’d figured out her every desire, the burning hunger. He was practiced, so careful, knowing exactly how hard to strike her.

Pop! Smack!

She could hear his heavy breathing.

Crack! Pop! Crack!

The strikes became harder, faster, one coming after the other, but she was electrified, brimming with excitement, her heart racing. More. She wanted more.

Smack! Pop!

The next two landed along her upper thigh and she bit back a scream, her nails digging into the fabric. The anguish was almost unbearable but the pure peace, the way she was beginning to float into raw ecstasy was so powerful

“Open your legs wider,” Garcia commanded.

She did as she was told. God, she was so wet, her pussy dripping.

Crack! Smack! Pop!

He continued her spanking, the leather strap moving from her ass to her thighs. “You’re doing very well.”

Slap! Crack!

Tears slipped past her lashes and she smiled as they rolled down her face. Memories of her father whipping her, forcing her to stand in a corner entered her mind. The memory was bittersweet, but this was perfect, a new beginning.

Grunting, he rubbed her back, her ass and her thighs, his hand soothing. “Five more.”

Pop! Crack!

Tensing, she wanted to beg for the punishment to continue. She was such a bad girl, needing more than this to break free of her chains.

Crack! Slap! Pop!

Garcia issued a strangled sound and closed the distance, placing the belt over the back of the couch. He kissed her shoulders then licked down her spine as he slipped his hand between her legs, rubbing forward and backward.

The friction was incredible, and she continued crying as he fingered her, arching her back and longing to beg him to fuck her.

Wrapping his hand around her hair, he tugged back as he thrust three fingers into her pussy, driving in and out in a solid rhythm. He plunged harder, faster as she panted.

She met every hard thrust, pushing back as he continued finger-fucking her. She kept her eyes open, staring out at the darkened sky, a smile on her face. As he continued thrusting, driving her into a state of frenzy, she wiggled, her body undulating.

“I want you to come for me. Come on my fingers.”

The command was demanding, required and she fell into her special place, letting go of her inhibitions. She could tell her entire body was quivering and she panted, moans turning into rasps as the climax rushed from her toes, up along her legs.

“Come for me. Come!”

As the orgasm rushed into her pussy, her toes curled, and she issued a silent scream.

Garcia continued thrusting and just as her head lolled, he eased two cum soaked fingers into her asshole.

“God!” Screeching, she clawed at the couch as he thrust his fingers inside her ass, pushing past the muscle ring. Pain tore through her, but she continued to push back.

“Feel good?”

“Yes. Oh, yes!”

He added a third finger, plunging as he smacked her ass with his other hand.

The beautiful assault continued for several minutes until she was drenched in sweat. “Fuck me. Please.” The words escaped her mouth and she twisted her head, her eyes lazy as she tried to find his face, see his expression.

Garcia was panting, his chest heaving up and down. He shook his head, a smile curling across his face as he removed his fingers and grabbed her hand. Easing her onto her feet, he yanked her into his arms, capturing her mouth.

She wrapped one leg around his as he slid his arm under her ass, picking her up off the ground and swinging her around. The kiss became manic, crazed as their tongues explored. Her heart raced, her eyes unable to focus as the kiss continued.

He held her tightly, grunting into the passionate embrace then walked toward the fire, gently laying her down onto the rug, crawling between her legs. He planted his arms on either side and leaned down, licking around her mouth. “I’m going to fuck you now.”

Her eyes never leaving his, she rubbed his chest, pushing the tips of her fingers into his skin. As he lowered down, he pulled her legs up and over his shoulders. She shifted, opening her legs wide as he rubbed his groin against her slickened pussy.

“God, you’re so beautiful.” Garcia slipped his cockhead just inside and held the stance, hovering over her.

She gripped his shoulder with one hand, pulling down and arching her back, the offer blatant.

“Oh, baby. Careful with me. I might hunger for you every day.” Thrusting the entire length of his cock inside, he tossed his head back and roared as his body shook.

Whimpering, she touched his face, caressing his cheek.

He pulled out and plunged again, the force pushing her into the soft rug. As he began to pump, using his leg muscles to keep aloft, he never blinked. Very slowly he lowered his head until their lips were touching, every move methodical, perfectly orchestrated.

She remained tingling, her heart racing as he fucked her, picking up speed until his balls slapped against her skin. The angle drove his cock so deeply inside that she was barely able to breathe.

Sweat rolled down from his face, dropping onto hers as he continued thrusting, harder and faster until his body tensed. “I want you to come with me.”

Exhaling, she opened her legs even wider, enjoying every minute of the raw hunger shared between them.

He pumped, his cock sliding in and out. “I can’t hold it. Come with me. Come, baby.”

She panted as she allowed herself to let go, the friction driving her into pure ecstasy. The second his body tensed, his head dropping, she opened her mouth and screamed, the climax racing into her pussy. She clenched her muscles and he spewed cum deep inside, exploding as his entire body shook.

“Fuck!” Garcia continued pumping, trying to hold the stance until he slowly eased down.

Wrapping her legs around his waist, she curled her feet together and rubbed her hand up and down his back. This was as close as two people could be.

For the next few minutes, he held her. When he rose up on his arms, he peppered kisses on her cheek. “You are magnificent.” He rolled over, gathering her into his arms.

She nuzzled into his chest as she tried to calm her breathing and concentrated on the beating of his heart. Why she’d been able to let go, she’d never know, but tonight had changed her forever. This was the woman she was supposed to be, and she’d fight if she had to in order to stay.

In the next several seconds, she fell into a sleepy lull, a wonderful satisfaction until an ugly thought reared. If she was found, Garcia could be hurt or worse. There was no way she was going to allow that to happen, even if that meant never seeing him again. As she closed her eyes, new tears slipped from her eyes. Happiness wasn’t in the cards.