Cole entered her new office with a bottle of champagne and a gourmet lunch prepared by his sister-in-law.

“You know, presenting me with that glorious target could get you spanked or worse,” he growled allowing all the lust he was feeling to roll down the tether to her.

Kennedy stood up from being bent over a packing box. “Worse would be what exactly? I had worse the three days I was gone in Seattle. Because if you’re talking about fucking me so hard I can’t walk, where do I sign up?”

His bonded spirit was a truly spectacular she-cat and he could make her yowl like there was no tomorrow.

“Don’t tempt me,” he growled, feeling his dick getting even harder, if that was at all possible.

She’d only been gone three days and two nights. He’d missed her to the point that all of his brothers had decided he and his mate were never to be parted again. Cole had come to that conclusion even before he ever drove away from the airport when he dropped her off for her flight to Seattle.

And they’d hadn’t made it home before he’d gotten inside her.

They had just come to the outer border of Koyama’ when he turned off one of the service roads, opened the gate and drove through. Home. He’d always thought of Koyama’ as home. He’d figured out long before Kennedy had cleared his brother’s name that home wasn’t a place, it was her. Well, maybe it was her—deep inside her pussy was home. There was nothing that being balls deep in her couldn’t make right.

“Are we taking some weird short-cut back to our place or the main house?”

“Nope, but you’ll be happy to see all the progress they made on the barn. And they’ve started leveling the area for the dressage ring.”

She leaned over and kissed him, resting her hands on his inner thigh. “By the way, thank you for hiring the course designer for the eventing course. My partners were impressed.”

“How did they handle you leaving?”

“That was so much fun, and it did Serena a world of good to show up as my sister-in-law, part-time paralegal and owner of the best diner in the Idaho Panhandle. That write up in Food World has really put the place on the map.”

“You don’t mind having to do a lot of your own legwork? We could hire someone if you want?”

“Actually, no. I’m looking forward to it and I think it gives Serena a good excuse to help Mara step up her game.”

“Maybe Trey…”

“Trey has her hands full. When the sheriff was forced to resign in disgrace, I don’t think she expected to win in landslide as a write-in candidate. I think only four people voted for Shep and I don’t think he was one of them,” she said eyeing him speculatively.

“I wouldn’t want you to be sheriff either. You know there’s talk about asking you to run for County Prosecutor.”

She shook her head. “No. I have plans and they include my being able to pick and choose the cases I want.”

Her delicate hands squeezed his thigh, dangerously close to giving his cock a good feel. He growled low and she sat back. She was learning and seemed to be thriving. Cole loved dominating her and her submission came more easily each day.

Kennedy looked around as he drove towards a copse of trees. After he stopped, he growled when she reached for the door handle. She sat back.

“Do you have any idea how much I missed you?” he purred.

Kennedy’s grin was wicked and decidedly female. “Why do you think I wore what I did?”

She reached for his hand and guided it up under her bulky-knit sweater. There was nothing but skin as he skimmed his hand up her torso and found her breast with it’s stiffened nipple. She moaned with pleasure as he palmed her breast and then rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

“And the skirt?” he rumbled.

“Why don’t you find out for yourself, Cowboy?”

“You are such a naughty kitten.”

“Am I? It occurs to me we are out in the middle of nowhere where no one can see us in this expensive SUV that you keep telling me has all the room in the world to fuck?”

“It does and I intend to prove it. Unbuckle the seatbelt and get naked.”

She reached for the handle. He fisted her hair and tugged her head back. “I didn’t say you could get out.”

He got out of the vehicle and headed around to her side, when he opened the door, somehow she’d managed to get naked.

“I might stain the leather,” she said in a breathy voice.

“I don’t care.”

He stood for a moment looking down at his gorgeous mate. She was wildly aroused—her skin was flush, her nipples were drawn up into tight peaks and the sweet perfume of her arousal permeated the air.

He leaned down, his mouth covering hers as his tongue plunged deep, sliding across hers—tangling and dancing with it. His hands found her breasts and she shuddered as he began to caress them, all the while purring to her.

One hand remained on her breasts while the other went down to cup the apex of her sex. Her whole body seemed to have alive, and she’d gone all soft, ripe and ready for him. He reluctantly left her mouth and kissed his way down her throat to the breast he’d left exposed with nothing to cover it. He made short work of that by sucking her nipple between his lips, flicking his tongue across the sensitive tip but focusing more on the areola.

Kennedy began to purr as she shivered, her hands coming up to run her fingers through his hair, lightly scratching his scalp. God she knew just what to do to him.

He hit the seat control, laying the seat back as he continued to suckle. He allowed his fingers to play with her labia, parting it so that he could tease the opening to her pussy. She was right, she was going to stain the leather, especially after he’d filled her up. Kennedy didn’t know it, but she was going to ride back to their house naked so he could play with her and have her ready to go when he carried her through their front door and directly to their bed.

Kennedy parted her legs. She was so easy that way. It always seemed to him that as desperate as he was for her, she was always just as needed—more so, sometimes. She was reclined in the seat. He hadn’t put the footrest up because he’d need a place to climb between her legs. His finger circled her clit and the purr became deeper, more resonant. She adjusted her body, tilting her hips up in wanton invitation. Yes, that was what she was—wanton.

Cole continued to suckle her tit as he played with swollen nub and stroked the petals of her sex.

“God, Cole, please.”

He could feel the depth of her need as he stroked the very outer portion of her cunt. She wasn’t getting anything in there until it was his cock. She wasn’t the only one who’d been doing without for three days, two nights, five hours and at least thirty minutes.

Cole crawled into the passenger side of the Jag SUV, it had been advertised as extremely comfortable and he believed it. He unbuttoned the fly of his jeans and pushed them down past his rump. Lining his cock up, he spread her wide and sank his cock deep in a single, long, slow pass. Kennedy cried out and grasped at him.

Her pussy clamped down hard, contracting around his dick in rhythmic spasms. God he loved it when she came just from being mounted. He didn’t move and just allowed her to writhe beneath him as her orgasm washed over them both. Although not physical for him, he could feel her immense pleasure and satisfaction as it flowed through the tether to him.

When her breathing had become closer to normal and her cunt was threatening to strangle him, he drew back, bumping his but against the glove compartment. His lips curled up in a feral smile. Kennedy responded so easily, so passionately, so willingly to him. She always seemed ready to give and receive pleasure. He had but to stroke her skin—and not just in the erogenous zones for her to preen under his hand.

He thrust back into her and began to set a steady, strong rhythm. He pounded into her reveling in her response as she came a second time, soaring even higher and keening her need for him.

“Cole…”

“Mine,” he growled and loved how her body shuddered in surrender and need.

Her body softened and her inner walls quivered as she wallowed in her lust for him. Once again her breathing sped up and the yowls, became softer, more entreating, pleading whimpers. She cried his name as she came again, her pussy squeezing him tight.

Cole pounded into her glorying in the way she responded each and every time he mounted her. Nothing mattered when he was thrusting inside her—everything else faded away and all that he concerned himself with was her and her pleasure. As long as he could do this for her, his life was complete. He hammered against her, his pelvis slamming into hers over and over.

He felt his balls drawing up tight as he surged in and out of her with a commanding speed and rhythm. As she screamed in ecstasy again, her pussy convulsing as it clamped down hard and she writhed in his embrace. Cole let go and his release flooded his system with a rapture beyond compare. He continued to pump into her, emptying all the cum he’d been saving while she was gone as her wet heat surrounded him, milking his cock and savoring every bit of pleasure he offered.

“Stay,” he growled before fusing his lips to hers in a last, desperate kiss before he had to get in on his side of the SUV.

“By the way, I took the Jag into the detailer and he said the only way to get rid of the stain was to replace the leather.” Kennedy looked at him, flushed and rolled her eyes—her embarrassment, arousal and amusement all flowing back along the bonding link to him. “I told him not to bother because it would happen again.”

“Oh my God, Cole,” she said, throwing a law book at him, which he caught and set down on top of the bookcase.

“Well, it’s true and you know it. If you’re not careful, I may check out the back as a place to spank your pretty ass before I sit you naked in the seat again.”

She laughed. “You’re incorrigible.”

“I am. Now come and have lunch with me,” he said standing up and walking into what would be her private office.

“Cole, it’s a mess in there.”

He stopped and turned at the doorway. “I just thought you’d prefer to be naked in my lap without sitting in front of a huge storefront window, but if you’re game, Counsellor, so am I.”

“I am not getting naked.”

“Wanna bet? And there’s that nice big desk we have yet to christen.”