Wild One: 3 (Caden Kink) by Ann Jacobs Page A

that, chéri . I always wear a hood at the club. It wouldn’t do my medical practice a lot of good in some circles if it got around that I like my women smokin’ hot and my sex a little kinky. Tell me how you knew.”
    “I didn’t know. I hoped. I’ve seen you’re a take-charge sort of guy about everything you do. You tackle your work, having sex, even flying through a storm, not only with competence but also with the same sort of confidence I’ve observed Doms displaying in clubs.”
    She paused and lowered her voice to a husky whisper she hoped would drive him insane. “When we fucked last night you assumed complete control over my pleasure as well as your own, though I didn’t think of you as being a Dom at the time.” She curled her fingers around his heat and hardness, rubbing her thumb over the tip of his cock head. “I think I’ll see how well you can concentrate on driving while I’m sucking this.”
    He groaned. “Stop teasing or I’ll make you pay.”
    “Your cock likes it,” she said, pouting but moving the offending thumb.
    “The rest of me likes it too, but now is not the time for you to take my mind off getting us back to the Bar C instead of stuck in a snowbank. The snow is coming down so hard that I can barely see the road. Where I grew up snow was a rare phenomenon.”
    She glanced outside, alarmed at the rate the road was disappearing in a cold, wet haze. “I can’t remember the last time we had a winter as bad as this one is shaping up to be. I’m glad it’s you driving instead of me and that we’re almost home.”
    “So am I.” He chuckled. “If I didn’t have to get these supplies to Jorge and if the roads weren’t so damn treacherous, I’d take you to the Neon Lasso right now and give you all the kink you can handle.”
    “Promises, promises.”
    “Well, if you think you can handle it, I’ll promise to take you over there to play just as soon as this weather lets up and I don’t have an unstable patient who needs more help than I know how to give him.”
    “Okay. I guess we’d better get this stuff back to Jorge. He needs you even more than I do right now—and I need you a lot.” She stroked his cock once more, then moved her hand back on her own lap. For the next few minutes she stared out the window at snowflakes whirling in the cold wind, melting on the windshield as soon as they came into contact with it.
    They reminded her of the way Les made her doubts melt away with just his steadying presence…and the heat of sexual tension he had a way of stoking between them even at times like this, when they didn’t dare to ease it.
    Once they got back to the Bar C, Les had to devote his full attention to keeping Jorge alive. The storm raged outside, gale-force winds whipping snow into random drifts that made Deidre think of the white-sand beaches on Padre Island where she’d spent many lazy days last summer. As night fell she heard the ranch’s big generator kick on and realized that somewhere between the Bar C and the electric company’s transfer station a line had come down. Mindful of the need to conserve electricity until the utility company got service restored, she turned off most of the downstairs lights and made her way to her room, switching off the lamp by her bed as soon as she got into her pajamas.
    She hated the dark. Always had. Trembling more from fear than from the frigid bursts of air that no amount of heat could fully dispel, she crawled into bed and hunkered down under the covers. Her teeth chattered but she willed herself not to shiver.
    God, but she wished Les would come up here and join her. He’d keep her safe from the storm. He’d promised to take care of her and she had no doubt that he could make her forget everything but the feel of his strong body on her, in her, his arms around her shielding her from all the pain that seemed to become more intense during the storm.
    Now, though, he had a greater responsibility for Jorge’s well-being