Cowboy Boots, Untamed Hearts Acres

597 Pages·2010·1.88 MB·English

by  Acres Natalie

COWBOY BOOT
S AND UNTAMED
HEARTS
Natalie Acres
MENAGE AMOUR
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COWBOY BOOTS AND UNTAMED HEART
S Copyright © 2009 by Natalie Acres E-book ISBN: 1-60601-373-4
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For my friends ‘back home’ who are just discovering my books
and don’t quite know what to make of them. Keep reading. One
day soon, you’ll recognize yourself in some of my characters.
day soon, you’ll recognize yourself in some of my characters.
Then you’ll discover how much you’re treasured, how much
you’re loved.
COWBOY BOOT
S AND UNTAMED
HEARTS
NATALIE ACRES Copyright © 2009
Prologue

Home in Virginia
Sydney Kane stood fifty yards or so away from her father and
bent her ear. Several men, dressed in their thousand-dollar suits,
gathered around him. They were from one of the federal agencies,
or so she believed, and arrived with one purpose in mind—to
describe a new danger looming. Sam Kane’s involvement in a past
operation resulted in these men showing up at Sydney’s front
door…again.
Something, or someone, threatened their lives once more. She
wondered when, if ever, her father would tire of his business. He
once told her in his line of work, men didn’t walk away. She read
between the lines. Some people never enjoyed a simple life and
Sydney accepted her fate. She didn’t have to like it.
At six foot five, Sam Kane towered over most men, even those
standing in front of him appeared small in comparison and they
looked intimidating enough. One in particular held her attention.
He was almost her father’s equal in body type, with a solid build
and long, thick arms. He was handsome, probably in his late
twenties, as if age mattered when a man looked all rogue and
prepared for anything. He stood out more than the others with his
two-day old beard, set jaw and visible determination. After she
spotted him, Sydney hardly noticed in any of the other men.
Without a doubt, the operative in front of her was there to protect
her.
He allowed his sunglasses to drift off the bridge of his nose while
another agent gave specific orders and described upcoming plans.
The simple act, while hardly extraordinary, gave the younger guy
instant bad-boy appeal. He never changed his stance, and
pretended not to notice anything around him.
Sydney wasn’t fooled.
Sexy came easy for men like him, but his job came first. While he
didn’t necessarily look dangerous now, she understood more
about him than most women might notice without a first
introduction. The man standing next to her father delivered death
when ordered.
He had a heart-shaped mouth and kissable moist lips, not that she
cared. Her father’s pawns rarely offered her companionship. It
didn’t matter. After a first look, Sydney was hooked.
He stared straight ahead through the most peculiar shade of green
eyes she’d ever seen. She wouldn’t define them as pretty, only
strange, almost mesmerizing. Lime green with what looked like a
splash of bright yellow in the center focused on her. If a man had
the ability to see through someone, he possessed it.
The muscular bodyguard glared at her, but she didn’t think he
truly saw her. Most of her father’s friends, or associates were
always professional but this one existed in a class of his own.
She quickly realized the young gun undoubtedly earned her
father’s trust if he planned to hand her over to him, and he did.
She never questioned it.
Once the sleek black cars arrived at her place, she typically
packed and left within a few hours. In her estimation, they were
keen on a fast departure this time. The familiar routine rarely
changed but depending on the threat, the time it took to disappear
often forced a speedy farewell.
Sam Kane turned and she heard the words she dreaded, but
expected. “I’ll have her ready in a few hours. Wait here.”
Each of the four men took a military stance and looked on as her
father quickly approached her. “Sydney,” he began, “We need to
go inside now.”
“No, Daddy. Not again. Please, I really don’t want to go.”
She always hated this part most. She stood there staring at him,
waiting for him to change his mind, but realizing he’d never
consider it. She tried to buy time, silently bargain for a few more
minutes of paradise, the place she called home.
“It’s only for a little while,” he told her.
“Yes, for a little while. I’m eighteen and can’t start my life
because I have to hide from yours. Why now when I’m ready to
start college and my own career?”
“Because I made choices a long time ago and those decisions still
follow us today.”
And they would tomorrow and the day after.
“When do I start making some of my own decisions?” she asked,
fury whirling in her veins.
Her gaze followed the fence line of the property. She watched a
mare and her colt. They galloped across the fields moving closer
and closer to a large pond. She wanted to run with them and
never look back.
He grabbed her arm and led her inside. They argued while he
packed her things.
“If you make me leave, I won’t come home this time,” she said
sourly. Her threats were always the same and always empty.
“It doesn’t matter, Sydney. My staff will follow you wherever you
go. This is the last time. I promise. Go with my men and let them
get you set up somewhere, anywhere you want to go, just name
it.”
“With a new identity and another new life?”
“Yes,” he admitted reluctantly. “This is the last time I’ll require
it. I swear it.”
He made the promise and it was a stupid oath she wanted to
believe. She tugged her identification cards from the top drawer
of her dresser and slapped her hand against the side of it, followed
by a swift kick. “I’ll leave, but I don’t like it.”
“You’ll go and you’ll stay alive. You’re a good girl, Sydney. You
mind me because you trust me to keep you safe, and I always
will.”
Four Months Later-Malibu, California
Sydney hated the way he made her feel and yet she loved the way
he used her body. When she was with him, she trusted him
completely. Whenever he left her, she felt abandoned, a longing so
corrupt that she understood from the first time he touched her, he
owned her.
She watched her Master run his hand over his long face and she
questioned him, trying once more to challenge him, something she
seldom attempted. Most of the time she failed and sometimes it
resulted in her punishment.
“Master, please don’t deny me,” she pleaded, stretching her arms
tight against the binds that held her. She flinched when his fingers
slid across her inner thigh.
He pinched her damp skin trailing closer and closer to her pussy.
“Please, please make love to me.”
“Sydney, you know I can’t. I won’t. I only want to touch you. Feel
me, Sydney.”
After a few twists and turns, she rolled her head to the side and
tilted her nose upward. She smelled the salt in the air and heard
the crashing waves in the distance. She longed to go outside with
him and walk together hand in hand.
“You’re mine, Sydney. It’s enough. All I need.”
Mine?
It wasn’t enough, or was it? If she belonged to him, then maybe
this was all she’d ever have and all she deserved anyway.
Sometimes, after long sessions of sexual pleasure stimulated by
toys and contraptions, she felt lost, like she didn’t belong to him
or anyone else. Other times, when he used mental bondage
practices, she felt more desirable as a woman, and more love than
she’d ever known.
He played with her, pushed her to the limits but he never
bothered to take her, to thrust his cock inside her and fill her with
his size. Did he fear he’d hurt her? She knew she was small but
wasn’t a woman’s body supposed to handle a man’s penis
regardless of size concerns? She wondered as she stared at it,
watching the pre-cum slip from his slit. Instinctively, she smacked
her lips.
Watching his excitement always made her mouth water. She felt
like one of Pavlov’s dogs, conditioned to respond favorably
whenever she saw her Master’s cock.
He sat on her bed and released the cuffs. He gently removed the
nipple clamps and kissed her breasts after he discarded first one
claw-like contraption and then the other.
The vibrator in her pussy hummed at a low speed. The butt plug,
the one he often referred to as a bottom popper, continued to jerk
in her rear impaling her with a continual beat, one uninterrupted
thrust after another. His mouth soon trailed across her chest, and
he lapped at her nipples.
Her juices gathered around her toy and she craved him. Sweet
heaven, she understood lust. She came again and then once more.
Her orgasms rolled over her like a slow moving tide that claimed