Fierce Obsession: LA Ruthless: Book 4 (L.A. Ruthless Series)
Fierce Obsession: Chapter 7

“Damn, your ass looks good in those jeans, cowboy,” I say as I follow Jax into the stables.

He turns and gives me a cheeky wink. We’ve had the perfect morning, sleeping late and having slow, lazy morning sex, before a huge breakfast of pancakes and bacon. After which I insisted that we need to leave the barn for the rest of the day for some sunshine and fresh air. Besides, I want to practice my riding. I learned a little when I was here last, but I feel rusty already.

“Horse is all ready for you, boss,” Cody steps into view, leading Jax’s horse, a beautiful black stallion named Bastian. Cody is one of the ranch hands here I met last year.

“Thanks, kid,” Jax replies.

I put my hands on my hips and frown. “Horse? Just one?”

“I was only asked to get Bastian ready, Ma’am,” Cody tips his hat at me.

Ma’am? I suppress a smile at his sudden formality. He’s about the same age as me and has worked here since he left high school. When I was last here, he called me Lucia.

“What about my horse?” I ask Jax.

“Beat it kid,” he says to Cody with a grin. Cody hands him the horse’s reins, before tipping his hat at both of us and walking out of the stable.

“I thought you were teaching me to ride?” I ask, my eyes narrowed in suspicion.

“Hmm,” Jax rubs a hand over the stubble on his jaw and something about the way he does it makes heat flush over my chest. He is too handsome for his own good. “Well, I don’t want you overdoing it now, do I? You’re not used to riding, at least not horses…” He flashes his eyebrows at me.

I open my mouth in mock indignation and he laughs softly.

“Once I teach you to ride properly, there’s going to be no stopping you. I could see how you were getting the bug for it last time we were down here. And I just don’t want you getting sore, angel. Not from a horse anyway.”

I frown at him, crossing my arms over my chest. “So, what are we doing today?”

“We’ll still go for a ride. A nice gentle one on Bastian here. Me and him will show you around all of our favorite spots,” he says, reaching for my hand.

I try to glare at him, but the idea of spending a few hours on the back of a horse with Jax’s arms around me while he shows me some of this beautiful country, sounds pretty good to me.

“Fine,” I say with a sigh. “I can’t help but feel like you have an ulterior motive though, cowboy.”

“And what could that possibly be, angel?”

I put my foot into the stirrup and Jax puts his hand on my ass to give me a lift. I look down at him once I’m seated. “Like you’re going to take me to some secluded spot and fuck my brains out?”

He laughs out loud before shaking his head. Then he climbs onto Bastian behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and scooting me back a little so I’m pressed against his body. “Not today, baby,” he whispers in my ear.

After our ride, Jax showed me how to take off Bastian’s saddle and make sure he was cooled down and hydrated before we put him back in his stable. It was almost dusk by the time we got back to the barn. We took some steaks from the fridge and Jax barbecued them while I made a potato salad and then we sat on the porch, eating dinner, drinking wine and talking.

It has been a perfect, relaxing day — so different from our life in LA.

“You think you could get used to living out here?” he asks as I stare into the darkness, watching the fireflies in the distance.

“Hmm, maybe. It sure is peaceful here, but I think I’d miss LA though. You?”

“I like it when I’m here, and when I’m in LA I think about how peaceful it is back here, but yeah, I miss home too. I really miss the kid,” he says with a soft laugh as he leans back in his chair.

He and Matthias spent half an hour on a video call before dinner talking about nothing but Avengers and dinosaurs.

“Me too,” I admit.

“He’s gonna love this house.”

“He sure is. His little face when you showed him his room here was so cute,” I chuckle. “We should figure out a way to spend more time here. I mean you can do a lot of what you do from anywhere, right? As long as you have a good WIFI connection.”

“Yeah,” he says with a nod as he stares out across the fields.

“I like how relaxed you are out here.”

He narrows his eyes at me. “You do?”

“Hmm. You’re much less grumpy.” I take a sip of my wine and stifle a grin.

“Oh, angel.” He shakes his head. “Now I know you did not just call me grumpy.”

I arch an eyebrow at him and bite on my lip, then I tilt my head in challenge. “Pretty sure I did.”

He’s up off his seat before I can take another breath, picking me up, he hoists me over his shoulder and I spill half my wine on the floor.

“Jax!” I shriek half in surprise and half in laughter.

He takes the wine glass from my hand and puts it onto the table, before slapping my ass and making me squeal. Sliding the French doors closed, he carries me up the stairs and into our bedroom before tossing me onto the bed.

I stare up at him as his eyes burn into my skin.

“Grumpy?” he asks with a low growl that vibrates through my entire body.

“Yes,” I whisper, fluttering my eyelashes.

“You looking to get your ass spanked, Luce?” he says as he starts to unfasten his belt.

“God, yes,” I pant as my eyes lock on his hands.

“Oh, not with this, baby. Not tonight,” he laughs darkly. “I have something much better in mind for you.”

Wet heat floods my pussy as fear and excitement skitters throughout my body, making me shiver. He stalks toward the bed with his belt in his hands and fire in his eyes.

“Flip over. I want you on your knees with your ass in the air and your hands holding onto to the bed,” he orders.

I roll over and do as he asks, gripping onto the metal spindles of the bed-frame. A few seconds later, Jax is wrapping his belt around my wrists, pulling the soft leather tight until he secures me in place. I turn my head so that my cheek is pressed against the pillow and watch him.

“Grumpy, huh?” he asks me again.

“Sorry,” I purr and then despite trying not to, I smile.

“Oh, Luce,” he says with a shake of his head and a wicked glint in his eye.

Then he takes off his shirt and jeans until he’s standing in just his boxer briefs and I lick my lips as I admire his body. All muscles and glistening skin covered in dark ink. He walks to the back of the room and I crane my neck to see what he’s doing but he remains annoyingly out of sight.

The first thing I see again are his feet coming back into view as he walks back toward the bed. The soft thwack of something hitting his palm startles me and as he gets closer I see him holding a riding crop in his hands.

I swallow hard. It’s just like the one I saw at the stables today.

Shit!

“I forgot to tell you I bought you this, Luce. But actually, I don’t think you’ll need it down at the stables. You’re too sweet to use one on a horse. I didn’t think I’d have cause to use it on you so soon though, angel,” he growls as he crawls onto the bed.

His warm, rough hands glide over my outer thighs as he pushes my sundress up over my ass.

“So fucking beautiful,” he hisses. “I wonder what this pretty ass is going to look like when I stripe it with my riding crop.”

“Jax,” I whimper. I have never seen him use one of those things on a horse, but I already know he can wield it like a pro.

He slips a hand between my thighs, tugging my panties to the side and dragging a finger through my wet folds. “And this pussy too,” he groans and my legs start to tremble as I suck in a breath.

He rubs a firm hand over my ass. “Have I ever hurt you, Luce?”

“No,” I whisper.

“You think I want to?”

I draw in another deep breath. Of course he doesn’t. “No,” I breathe.

“Good girl,” he soothes and then he brings the crop down lightly over my ass cheeks, leaving a warm pleasant sting that makes me moan.

He does it a few more times until I’m arching my back in pleasure. “Fuck, Jax,” I gasp.

“Oh, you like that, baby?”

“Uh-huh,” I murmur.

He hooks his fingers into the waistband of my panties and begins tugging them off over my hips and thighs. “Let’s get these panties off you so I turn that pretty ass red,” he says, rolling them down to my knees.

Then he settles on the bed behind me and a few seconds later, I feel the sting of the crop across my cheeks. It’s harder this time but it sends pleasure and pain skittering through my body like an electric current. My pussy twitches with need as he does it again.

“Ah, Jax!” I moan loudly.

“You dripping wet yet already,” he chuckles before he slides the riding crop between my folds, circling the tip over my clit before dragging it back to my entrance. He slips the tip inside ever so slightly, just for a second, and my knees almost buckle.

“Fucking soaking,” he hisses as holds the tip of the crop near my face to show me that it is glistening with the cream of my arousal.

I close my eyes as my cheeks turn red with heat.

He nudges his knee between my thighs. “Spread those legs wider, Luce. I want to see that pussy dripping for me.”

Groaning, I open as wide as I can while being restricted by my panties bunched at my knees.

“Such a beautiful pussy too,” he growls before he spanks me with the crop. This time the tip of it flicks over my clit and I yelp in surprise.

He does it again with just the tiniest flick of his wrist and suddenly my inner thighs are tingling.

“Jax, please?” I whimper.

“Fuck, baby, I love hearing you beg for this,” he growls, sliding the tip of the crop inside me again — this time a little deeper.

He thrusts it in and out of me a few times and I moan in frustration as warmth rolls through my stomach and thighs. He pulls it out and slides it to my clit again, rubbing it while he starts to spank my ass with his hand.

“Fuck, Jax, I-I,” I can’t take any more. I need to come. I need the ripples of pleasure that keep fluttering up my thighs to burst out of me. In that sweet spot between my thighs where he’s rubbing me with the soft leather.

“You want to come?”

“Yes, please?” I pant as my climax remains frustratingly close.

He flicks his wrist again, whipping the crop against my clit over and over again until I see flashes of light behind my eyelids, my thighs and pussy contract and release as my orgasm crashes over me.

He leans over me, wrapping an arm around my waist to keep me upright. “That’s my good girl,” he whispers in my ear.

I nod, my face brushing against the pillow as tears roll down my cheek.

“We’re not done yet, baby. What’s my favorite thing to do to your ass other than spank it?”

“Fuck it,” I whisper.

He laughs softly as he pushes himself back up before I feel one of his fingers, sticky with my cum, sliding into my ass. He pumps it in and out and I lean back into him, wanting more.

The snap of a cap lets me know he has lube here somewhere too and a few seconds later, he’s coated his shaft and is pressing the tip of his cock against me. He pushes in slightly and I hiss at the pain and pleasure of him breaching my opening. He’s so big that it takes a few seconds for my body to adjust, no matter how much he prepares me.

Then I feel something nudging at my pussy opening. It’s thick and it stretches me as Jax is pushing into my ass. “Good girl, you can take me,” he grits out the words as he presses deeper inside me while he edges something into my pussy.

When I look between my thighs I see the tip of the riding crop and realize he’s about to fuck me with the handle.

“Oh, God, Jax!” I whimper as he pushes it deeper inside and starts to fuck me slowly, sliding it in and out of my wet pussy.

“You like that, baby?” he groans as he presses himself in deeper too. “You like having both of your tight little holes filled at the same time.”

“Yeah.” I rock my hips back against him, wanting more even as he stretches me so wide that it burns.

“You feel so fucking good,” he hisses as he drives all the way in.

“You feel so good,” I whimper as he fucks my ass and pussy at the same time.

The complete fullness I feel is pleasure verging on exquisite pain. He knows exactly how much I can take as he fucks me a little harder.

“You gonna come all over this, Luce,” he twists the crop, pressing on the spot inside me that makes me whimper and mewl, while driving his cock deeper into my ass.

“Yes,” I shout as my inner walls squeeze tightly around the leather handle, making him groan loudly.

He pulls the crop out of me and slides two fingers into my pussy instead. “I wanna feel you come,” he hisses. “Every fucking squeeze and tremor. Your orgasms are mine, Luce. I want to feel every fucking part of them.”

He thrusts his fingers harder inside me and I come apart around him, squeezing him deeper and tighter as my climax tears through my body.

“Fuck, Luce!” he roars as he thrusts harder, pressing me flat to the mattress as he grinds his own release out into me.

When he is spent, he lies beside me, pulling me close to him so his hot breath is on my ear and his heart beats against my skin.

“Fuck, angel,” he breathes.

“I know.”

“You okay?”

“Yes. But did you just fuck me with a riding crop?” I giggle.

“Yep,” he laughs softly. “How was it?”

“Good,” I purr, “but not as good as you. Nothing feels as good as you inside me, Jax.”

He smiles at me. “And nothing ever will. You just remember that.”

“I will,” I whisper.

He reaches up and frees my wrists from the leather and then he pulls me to lie on his chest. “Who do you belong to, Luce?”

“You, Jax. Only you.”