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  She urged him to change breast. Her head fell back on her shoulders and she mewled at the way her body melted. He delved his tongue into the crevice she created for him and groaned.

  Her legs trembled and bounced against the mattress. She needed him. Kane…

  As if reading her mind, Kane shifted and positioned her on the bed. Her pussy juice dripped on the sheet and she squirmed, unable to lie still.

  She leaned back on her elbows and Kane spread her legs, never taking his gaze off her face. “I want you to tell me what you want.”

  “Just touch me.”

  “Where?”

  She moved her legs and glanced down. “There.”

  “Where’s my dirty girl? I know you can say the words. I’ve heard you say them before, Ana.” He made sure not one part of his body came into contact with hers. “I want to hear you tell me.”

  “M-my pussy,” she gasped.

  “Yes, you do have one.” He grinned, but refused to move.

  “Kane!” She dropped back fully on the mattress, covered her cheeks and groaned. “Lick my pussy…please.”

  Without knowing what he planned, she shivered at the anticipation. He parted her pussy lips. She widened her legs and gasped. Her back arched off the bed. He’d softly swiped his tongue from bottom to top, flicking her clit at last.

  Her breath came out in hard puffs. He caressed her folds, and a new sensation began to grow inside of her. The shyness turned to pleasure and she humped her hips against his mouth to speed up the warmth continuing to grow deep inside her womb.

  “Suck it.” She fisted the blanket.

  Without missing a beat, Kane removed his mouth and kissed the inside of her thigh with a smack. She slapped her hand against the mattress. “My clit. Suck my clit.”

  Moving back between her legs, Kane peppered her clit with nudges and finally clasped the tiny bud between his lips and suctioned his lips around the sensitive area. Electric jolts hammered her body and she closed her eyes, letting the intense pleasure wash through her.

  “Enough.” She reached down and grabbed a handful of his hair, pulling his mouth off her. “Fuck me.”

  “Say my name.” He crawled up her body, hovering over her. “Say it.”

  “Kane.” She held the ends of his hair.

  He shook his head. “My real name. Tell me what you want and say my name.”

  His cock teased her opening. She raised her hips, but he moved back enough she couldn’t rub against him. She gave his hair a tug. He growled and didn’t give in.

  Staring him in the eyes, she whispered, “Fuck me, Howahkan.”

  With his arms locked around her legs, he entered her slowly. The heat from his cock further warmed her insides. She quivered at the sweet torment. His thumb pressed down on her clit and brought her added stimulation.

  She let go of him and stabilized herself against the bed, wanting to feel each thrust. “Oh God, I’m going to come.”

  He pinched her clit between his fingers and plunged into her pussy hard. “Come.” He eased back and thrust again. “That’s it. Squeeze my cock with your cunt.”

  “Yes.” She convulsed in an orgasm and lifted her head off the mattress, grabbing his shoulders. “Oh fuck, yes.”

  A low moan and one more stroke, Kane buried his cock to the hilt and stilled. Her body trembled. Relief turned her muscles to putty, and she flopped back on the bed in complete exhaustion. Kane removed her legs from around his waist and sank down beside her, out of breath.

  “You’re crazy.” She laughed softly, stroking his face.

  He arched his eyebrow. “And you’ve got a filthy mouth.”

  “Only with you.” She grew serious. “With you, I’m safe. You give me power I had no idea I had.”

  Chapter Nine

  “Stand right here and close your eyes. No peeking.” Kane kissed her.

  Ana crossed her arms and shifted her weight from one foot to the other. She leaned her head back and let the breeze cool off her warm skin. They’d been out riding all day, until Kane had announced he wanted to show her something back at the stable.

  “Keep them closed.”

  She laughed. “I am.”

  A rustling accompanied by a groan came from Kane. “Ok, you can open your eyes.”

  She blinked and lifted her brows. “What’s this?”

  “It’s for you.” He set the leather saddle down on the ground and kneeled. “I’ve stitched your name below the pommel.”

  She lowered herself to the ground and admired his talent. “Oh my God, Kane. This is beautiful. It must have taken you forever to make.”

  “A couple weeks, but I had to keep myself occupied when you were working.” He grinned. “Besides, I like having you with me when I’m working with the horses, and I know you’d be more comfortable in a saddle. This one should fit like a glove.”

  “Seriously?” She ran her hand along the seat rise to the cantle. “How did you know how to size it?”

  He leaned over and kissed her. “I know your body better than my own. You have no idea how many hours I’ve lain beside you, running my hands over your ass and memorizing every curve so I could make this saddle perfect.”

  She laughed. “Oh, is that what you were doing? I could have sworn you were warming me up for sex.”

  He shrugged. “That too.”

  She shook her head, grinning. “I can’t believe you did this for me.”

  He sat on the ground. “Why not?”

  “I don’t know.” She looked away from him and fingered the markings on the skirting. “I know you’re happy with me coming here, but I don’t always know what is going on in your head.”

  “Do you doubt how I feel about you?” He reached out and pulled her between his legs. “I always want you.”

  She nodded. “I know that.”

  There was never any doubt that Kane found her sexually exciting and enjoyed her company. She stared down at the gift. Although, sometimes it would be nice if he admitted that something besides sex was going on between them.

  “What does this mean?” She pointed at the designs along the fender.

  “It’s my brand, and I added the sun at the bottom to show you how I look forward to every day, because of you.” He pulled her back against his chest and wrapped his arms around her.

  “Kane…” She turned in his arms. “Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome.” He lifted her to her feet. “I’ll hang this with the others, and then we can go in the house.”

  She watched him walk away with the saddle over his shoulder. Her vision blurred, and she blinked away the moisture. She’d promised herself not to pressure him and talk about how she believed in fate, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t show him how she was feeling. He had no idea how much he meant to her. An outrageous idea came to her, and she giggled. But he’s about to find out.

  Ana hurried into the stable and blocked Kane’s exit. She planted her palms on his bare chest and pushed him back inside.

  “Don’t go yet.” She turned around and shut the door. “I don’t think I’ve thanked you properly.”

  With the open back door facing the fields, the interior of the barn remained light enough to see. She slowly walked toward Kane. Her pulsed raced. The reservation was busy with afternoon activities, and any moment someone could walk in.

  “Ana?” Kane tilted his head. “I recognize that look.”

  She crossed her arms, grabbed the ends of her shirt and pulled her tank over her head. The next thing she took off was her bra, quickly followed by her shorts hitting the ground. Somehow, she managed to keep her boots on.

  “You’re beautiful.”

  Kane reached for her, but she shook her head. “Where’s my saddle?”

  He motioned with his he
ad. She slipped her hand into his and led him across the room. She hesitated beside the stand. A bubble of nervousness had her second-guessing herself. She threw her leg over the saddle before she could chicken out.

  The idea of moving out of her comfort zone, out here where anyone could catch them, titillated her in a way she never expected. She grabbed the horn and took a deep breath. Kane had crafted a saddle that hugged her ass. The rise pressed against her clit and she wiggled.

  “How does it fit?” Kane studied her face.

  She arched her back and purred. “Perfect.”

  He walked around her, trailing his hand over her thigh, around her butt, and ended up on standing on the other side of her. Kane leaned down and whispered, “Move for me. Show me how good it feels to have your pussy sitting on the leather I softened with my hands.”

  She slipped her boots into the stirrups and rocked her pelvis back and forth. The heat between Ana’s legs increased and her nipples grew hard. She leaned forward until she was close enough to feel Kane’s breath on her lips. The combination of being daring and having Kane right here with her set her on fire. She wanted to share this with him.

  “Howahkan?” She rubbed her lips together.

  He put the tip of his finger against her mouth. Lighter than a butterfly, she darted her tongue against the roughened skin. She moaned, her need for him growing every second as she moved against the leather. Sucking his finger into her mouth, she shook with desire. Her pussy, now wet, slid against the saddle.

  “I want you to suck my cock.” Kane gently pulled his hand away and undid the belt on his jeans.

  Ana was breathing hard. This was wilder than she imagined.

  Kane wrapped her hand around his cock. She leaned forward, keeping her clit in constant contact with her seat, and stroked his length. Kane placed his hand on her back, pressing her down farther, so her breasts swayed each time she moved. His other hand came up and teased her nipples. She whimpered.

  “You’re ready to come all over your new saddle.” He thrust gently, matching her movements.

  He kept his hand open, letting the callused skin of his palm stroke her breast. She rounded her back, leaned down and took the head of his hardness in her mouth. Kane’s dick pulsed and seemed to grow even larger in her mouth. She used her tongue to stroke it.

  A scream built up in her chest. The muscles of her pussy clenched as they tried to reach the point of no return. She turned her head slightly, biting her lip. He brushed the hair out of her face until she could see his smile.

  The carefully guarded expression he usually kept on his face was gone. She watched the play of emotions work their way across Kane’s features as he took in what they were doing. The sensations that washed through her were so intense, she let herself go. Little whimpers escaped her and she was dimly aware of Kane coming in her throat, and her swallowing.

  Her orgasm rocked all through her, turning her into a rag doll. She slumped against the saddle, unable to move. Kane pulled his jeans up and helped her off. She clung to him, not trusting her own legs to hold her up.

  Kane stroked her back. She tilted her head back, kissed the bottom of his chin and whispered, “I really, really love my saddle you made me.”

  His eyes warmed and he kissed the tip of her nose. “Thank you.”

  She relaxed against his chest. In a few minutes, she’d get dressed and go home. Right now, she was going to enjoy knowing she told him her feelings in a way he could understand and accept.

  Chapter Ten

  Flash-browned, juices running clear and the inside a pretty shade of pink, the steak appeared perfect to Ana. Her stomach growled. She smiled and carried the plate over to Darrell and sat down beside him.

  He picked up his fork in one hand, a sharp knife in the other. She leaned forward. He stabbed the prongs in the meat and turned. “You’re making me uneasy, staring at me like a piece of meat.”

  Kane, Sarah and Darrell all sat back laughing. She could feel the rosy blush crawling up her cheeks. “This isn’t funny! This is the third steak I’ve cooked. I’m nervous. Plus, I’ve run out of people to cook for.”

  “Don’t mind him, Ana. He likes to tease.” Sarah wiped her eyes on her apron. “This one looks very good.”

  “I liked the first one.” Kane leaned over and kissed her forehead. “You’re doing well, Ana.”

  “You couldn’t even manage to cut your steak, Kane.” She rolled her eyes. “Picking it up and eating with your hands because a sharp knife won’t even cut through the meat doesn’t count as a servable meal.”

  Three swipes of the serrated blade and Darrell lifted the meat up in the air. Ana squealed and covered her mouth to hide the smile. I did it!

  In silence, Darrell closed his lips around the morsel, chewed and sighed loudly. “Excellent.”

  He dove back into slicing off another chunk. Ana blew out her breath. The steak was the last item on Chum’s menu she’d had to master. Now all she had to do was have Sarah mention to Chum that she passed with flying colors, and her boss would let her start filling in as cook with the lunch crowd. If things worked out the way she hoped, she’d eventually move up to cooking for the dinner crowd.

  “I will be glad when I don’t have to wait tables and serve drinks.” She stood up and moved over to the sink. “This has turned out perfectly too. Not only did I finish my lessons, I’ve also completed the painting. Actually, I have two surprises.”

  “What do you mean?” Sarah raised her glass of water, drank and scooted her chair back from the table.

  “I’ll show you in a moment. I want to clean up a bit. I don’t want to get any grease spots on the canvas.” She removed her apron and brushed off her clothes. “I’ll be right back.”

  Kane gazed at her curiously. She skipped out the door and hurried to her car. She’d kept him in the dark about her special project the past two weeks, choosing to lose a few hours of sleep each night after work while she finished the surprise painting.

  On the off days and nights, she spent time in Lakota with Kane. She’d worried about being able to finish the piece in time with Kane’s ability to distract her, but the painting had turned out better than she’d hoped. She ran her hand over the edge of the canvas.

  Being careful to keep her fingers between the paintings, she carried the eighteen-by-twenty-four-inch pieces back into the house. She squeezed past Sarah, who was holding the door open for her, but Ana wouldn’t let her friend peek over her shoulder. Her debut as an artist was even scarier than learning how to cook.

  Painting provided her a safe spot to let herself go. The closest she’d ever come to throwing caution to the wind was with Kane. Her flesh broke out with goose bumps. Kane pushed her to let go, to experiment, and without his support, she would have never been as proud of this moment as she was.

  Ana handed over the painting of Darrell and Sarah to her friend. “I know this doesn’t compare to what you have given me the past few months, but I hope you like it.”

  Slowly, Sarah turned the picture around. Her brows rose and her mouth widened. Tears, which she ignored, ran down Sarah’s plump cheeks. Sarah reached out to Darrell and pulled his shirt.

  Darrell stood up and joined his wife. A huge smile covered his face. “Damn, just look at us.”

  “Oh, Ana, it is beautiful. Even better than the drawing you showed me. Y-you’ve captured our love. Didn’t she, Darrell?” Sarah’s smile grew bigger.

  “I’ve never seen anything like this.” He gave Sarah a kiss, shook his head in wonder and smiled at Ana. “Thank you. This is priceless.”

  Ana smiled. “Thank you.”

  Giving the two a moment, she pulled Kane over to the side of the room. “I wanted to give you a surprise too. A thank you for how good you are to me and, well…how much I enjoy being with you.”

  She turned the other
canvas over and held it in front of her chest. Kane stood perfectly still. She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth. This one had given her a hard time. She’d redone his face at least four different ways, wanting to make sure she caught the exact point he became one with the land around him.

  Two nights ago, she’d finally captured his spirit on the canvas. He appeared to soar in the middle of the land he called home.

  Kane glanced up at her, back down at the canvas, and the muscles along his throat convulsed. “May I have this?”

  She laughed. “Of course you can have it. It’s a gift. You don’t have to put it on your wall or anything though. I wanted to give you—”

  * * *

  “It’s going in the living room.” He stared down at the painting.

  The painting was real. His past, present and future all rolled into one, and he recognized himself in the rendering. He swallowed hard. No, that wasn’t right.

  He saw himself through Ana’s eyes, and he wanted to be the man in the painting for her. Lightheaded, he tilted the piece toward the light from the window. The peacefulness and strength of his soul flowed through her art and spoke to him.

  After going through hell and back with Heather, could he afford to take a chance on a future with Ana? He rubbed his thumb against the frame. He didn’t want the darkness that came with remembering his past to invade tonight. It was over, and he couldn’t go back, only forward.

  For the first time in a long time, he believed he was strong enough to handle a relationship with someone who wasn’t Lakota. A new confidence came over him, and he had all the faith in the world that he could put forth the energy in a new relationship without losing sight of the debt he owed to the Lakota. That was the gift she gave him tonight.

  The guilt of having turned his back on his people for Heather’s dream of moving away from the reservation would always eat away at him, but he’d made strides on a path true to his heritage. Without him even being aware, Ana had slipped her hand into his and walked beside him. She complemented him at the most basic level, and opened his mind and heart to see what was happening between them.