helped her to stand, holding her against his chest. There was a part of her that was afraid if he let her go she would fall to her knees.
He helped her into the house, where she lay on the bed. He left her for a moment, but he was soon back, and she felt the sweet, soothing sensation of lotion being rubbed into her ass.
"Thank you," she said.
"Thank you," he countered. "You know how much I love spanking you, Justice?"
"As much as I like to feel it." She wiggled her bottom in appreciation as he applied another coat. Soon he was stretched out next to her. Justice snuggled against him, wondering when would be the perfect time to take him in her mouth.
Zander answered the question for her. "I'd love to stay, darlin', but I have to go. I've already been gone far longer than I said I would. We have things we need to get done today in order for me to make it to the family dinner."
Justice pouted as she looked him in the face. "Savor your spanking," he told her. "Tonight, we'll have the sex part."
"Is Miss Agatha home?"
"She is." He leaned over and kissed her. "Take a nap, and then go back down and finish more research. I'll be back to pick you up around six."
"Sounds good." She kissed him back. When he didn't move, she gazed up into his eyes. "I love you."
"I love you, too," he said. He kissed the tip of her nose. "I'll see you soon."
When he was gone, Justice stared out the door. She listened as he whistled for Bandit, and she heard his well-trained horse trot up to the house.
She heard him talking softly to Bandit, and she wondered why, when she'd professed her love, he hadn't said that if she loved him she would marry him.
Sometimes she wondered that for herself.
Chapter Five
Justice wasn't surprised to find that Miss Agatha had a state of the art computer, complete with wireless Internet. She wasn't sure how it was possible, with the house being so far in the sticks, but somehow the woman had made it happen.
That meant Justice spent much of the afternoon searching out the legend around Bluefield, to see if anything new had turned up.
It hadn't.
Next, she turned her attention to searching for information on Abel Gunner the man mentioned in the magazine article, the one who claimed to be the great-grandson of the lawman who was around when the bandits were in play.
She had expected to find an obituary, since he had to be getting up there in years. The article that he featured in was at least fifteen years old. She still couldn't believe Miss Agatha hadn't contacted the man.
Justice glanced at her watch. It was almost half past four, and she wondered if Miss Agatha was awake, or sleeping. Maybe Justice should go to the house and see if she felt up to talking. It was possible that Miss Agatha had some other clue tucked into her brain that Justice could use.
She pulled out her phone and sent a text to Zander, outlining her plan. He answered immediately, saying he was in one of the pastures working cattle, would come to the house around five or a little later to shower, and then would meet her at the big house. That meant she had time to go and talk to Miss Agatha.
After she made herself presentable, she went out to her car. Her bottom had ached all afternoon long from the delicious spanking Zander had given her at lunch. But it seemed to hurt even more so when she sat down on the warm leather seats. It made her think about the man who had spanked her, and the way he'd been different in the last two days.
Usually, when they were together, one of the first things he did was mention marriage. After a particularly good spanking, or sexual encounter, he would say, "You know, if you married me and lived here, we could have this all the time. We wouldn't have to wait for you to come for a few days, or for me to meet you in Dallas."
Why hadn't he done that today, after the incredible spanking he'd given her? Was he truly coming to terms with the fact that she loved him, but marriage scared the crap out of her?
He helped her into the house, where she lay on the bed. He left her for a moment, but he was soon back, and she felt the sweet, soothing sensation of lotion being rubbed into her ass.
"Thank you," she said.
"Thank you," he countered. "You know how much I love spanking you, Justice?"
"As much as I like to feel it." She wiggled her bottom in appreciation as he applied another coat. Soon he was stretched out next to her. Justice snuggled against him, wondering when would be the perfect time to take him in her mouth.
Zander answered the question for her. "I'd love to stay, darlin', but I have to go. I've already been gone far longer than I said I would. We have things we need to get done today in order for me to make it to the family dinner."
Justice pouted as she looked him in the face. "Savor your spanking," he told her. "Tonight, we'll have the sex part."
"Is Miss Agatha home?"
"She is." He leaned over and kissed her. "Take a nap, and then go back down and finish more research. I'll be back to pick you up around six."
"Sounds good." She kissed him back. When he didn't move, she gazed up into his eyes. "I love you."
"I love you, too," he said. He kissed the tip of her nose. "I'll see you soon."
When he was gone, Justice stared out the door. She listened as he whistled for Bandit, and she heard his well-trained horse trot up to the house.
She heard him talking softly to Bandit, and she wondered why, when she'd professed her love, he hadn't said that if she loved him she would marry him.
Sometimes she wondered that for herself.
Chapter Five
Justice wasn't surprised to find that Miss Agatha had a state of the art computer, complete with wireless Internet. She wasn't sure how it was possible, with the house being so far in the sticks, but somehow the woman had made it happen.
That meant Justice spent much of the afternoon searching out the legend around Bluefield, to see if anything new had turned up.
It hadn't.
Next, she turned her attention to searching for information on Abel Gunner the man mentioned in the magazine article, the one who claimed to be the great-grandson of the lawman who was around when the bandits were in play.
She had expected to find an obituary, since he had to be getting up there in years. The article that he featured in was at least fifteen years old. She still couldn't believe Miss Agatha hadn't contacted the man.
Justice glanced at her watch. It was almost half past four, and she wondered if Miss Agatha was awake, or sleeping. Maybe Justice should go to the house and see if she felt up to talking. It was possible that Miss Agatha had some other clue tucked into her brain that Justice could use.
She pulled out her phone and sent a text to Zander, outlining her plan. He answered immediately, saying he was in one of the pastures working cattle, would come to the house around five or a little later to shower, and then would meet her at the big house. That meant she had time to go and talk to Miss Agatha.
After she made herself presentable, she went out to her car. Her bottom had ached all afternoon long from the delicious spanking Zander had given her at lunch. But it seemed to hurt even more so when she sat down on the warm leather seats. It made her think about the man who had spanked her, and the way he'd been different in the last two days.
Usually, when they were together, one of the first things he did was mention marriage. After a particularly good spanking, or sexual encounter, he would say, "You know, if you married me and lived here, we could have this all the time. We wouldn't have to wait for you to come for a few days, or for me to meet you in Dallas."
Why hadn't he done that today, after the incredible spanking he'd given her? Was he truly coming to terms with the fact that she loved him, but marriage scared the crap out of her?
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