Cade: chapter One

by Paige Tyler

“Cutler, my office! Now!”

At the order, Cade looked up from his computer, his brow furrowing. Shit, he thought. He’d barely been at the job two weeks and he was already being called into the boss’s office. Figuring he couldn’t have done anything this soon that would get him fired as a U.S. Marshal, Cade pushed back his chair and got to his feet. Extremely aware of the other Marshals looking quizzically at him, he crossed the room and walked into the Deputy Chief’s office.

Still wondering what he’d done that would have his boss bellowing across the office for him, Cade was tense as the older man closed the door and walked over to his desk.

“I’ve got your first assignment for you,” Pete Conner said, picking a folder up and tossing it down on the desk in front of Cade. A middle-aged man, he had graying hair and a stocky build that made him look like he’d be right at home on a football field. “A woman in the WitSec Program called in saying she thinks her identity has been compromised, and I want you to go check it out,” he told Cade. “She’s probably making a fuss about nothing, so I think it’s a case you can handle on your own.”

The momentary high that Cade had felt at the mention of an assignment for the Witness Security Program, or WitSec as it was called, disappeared in a flash. He tried to control his disappointment, though. He had known coming into this that he was going to have to prove himself. How well he had done on the Marshals’ written exam or the physical fitness test didn’t mean a thing to the Deputy Chief. Neither did the wealth of experience he had brought with him from the Dallas Police Department. He was starting from the bottom rung again and being the new guy, it wasn’t like his superior was going to give him the best assignments right off the bat. But just because he knew that didn’t mean he liked it. After all of the stories his father and older brother, both of whom had been Marshals for years, had told him, he’d hoped things would be a little bit more exciting. All he’d done since he’d been hired was sit at a desk all day.

Cade frowned as he opened the folder and glanced down at the file. Might as well do this by the book regardless of how unimportant it was, he thought. “Why do you think she’s overreacting?” he asked, scanning the first page of the thick folder.

“Because she’s been moved almost half a dozen times in less than five years,” the other man replied. “None of her claims that someone had tracked her down could ever be verified, but she insisted, so we had to move her. As you can guess, that’s kind of earned her the reputation for being paranoid. Since this is the fourth call to our office in the six months she’s been in our district, I’d have to agree.” He sighed. “The others all turned out to be wild goose chases, so this one probably is, too. Just take her statement and tell her that we’ll look into it. That should keep her satisfied for a little while.”

Cade nodded. “I’ll get right on it.”

Though new to the Marshals Service, Cade could understand his supervisor’s frustration with the woman. Regardless of what Hollywood depicted, the Witness Security Program was very successful. No one in it had ever been harmed while under the protection of the Marshals, or even had their new identity discovered. The Program was a well-run operation, so it was highly unlikely that Riley Barnett, or Katherine Jones, as she was now called, was in any real danger. But he would check it out. At least it would get him out of the office for a little while, he thought.

Taking the file his supervisor had given him back to his desk, Cade read through it quickly. Finding the name of the district attorney that had prosecuted the mobsters Riley Barnett had testified against, Cade gave the man a quick call to see if there was any reason to think the woman was in danger. The DA had seemed surprised by the question and told him that the organization Riley Barnett had testified against was completely defunct and that there was no one interested in going after her. Thanking the man, Cade hung up. Even more convinced that Conner was probably right about Riley Barnett overreacting, Cade wrote her address down on a piece of paper, and then headed over to her apartment.

Riley Barnett lived just north of Seattle, and since traffic leaving the city wasn’t heavy at that time of day, it didn’t take long for Cade to get to her apartment. Pulling into an empty parking space, he got out of his SUV and walked over to the building, taking in the surroundings as he did so. He did it more out of habit than because he thought there might be a threat, but nonetheless, he automatically found himself making mental notes of the area as he walked up the front steps and into the building. Certainly, nothing seemed out of place, he thought.

Riley’s apartment was on the second floor, and as he made his way upstairs, Cade wished he had taken the time to read her file more thoroughly. Not that he needed to, he supposed. Pete Conner had been doing this a lot longer than he had, he reasoned, so if the other man thought Riley Barnett was being paranoid, then she probably was.

Taking out his badge as he came to a stop in front of her apartment, Cade reached out to ring the doorbell. A moment later, he heard a woman’s soft voice.

“Who is it?”

Her tone was cautious, even a little nervous. But then Cade had expected no less.

“Cade Cutler, U.S. Marshals Service,” he said.

As he spoke, Cade held his badge up to the peephole so that she would be able to see the silver star on it. He waited patiently, figuring that if she was as paranoid as the Deputy Chief seemed to think, it would take her a while to open the door. When she finally opened it, however, it wasn’t to let him in, but to peak out at him through the crack.

“Hand me your badge,” she directed.

Cade’s brow furrowed. He had to admit that he was a little taken aback at the question at first, but he should have realized she’d be a little suspicious.

Flipping his badge closed, Cade handed it over to her. He expected her to give his photo-ID a cursory glance, and then let him in, but instead, she closed the door in his face. He was just starting to wonder if she might be calling the District Office to check him out when he heard the chain being slid from the lock. A moment later, the door opened.

The apartment was small and simply furnished, with few personal touches. Which made sense, Cade thought as he let his gaze roam over the living room and eat-in kitchen adjacent to it. She had just been moved half a year ago, so it might take her a while to get comfortable. Of course, he suspected that even after she did settle in, it was likely that the place would never feel exactly homey. When witnesses were relocated, they left their old lives behind, so that meant no family photos or keepsakes from the past.

“I called you people yesterday. What took you so long to get here?”

Cade turned to find Riley Barnett holding out his badge, an annoyed look on her face. Despite the fact that she was glaring at him, Cade couldn’t help but notice that she was extremely attractive. For some reason, he hadn’t expected that. Tall and slender with curves in all the right places, she had long, blond hair and big, blue eyes, and what he decided were the most kissable lips he’d ever seen. Whoa, get a hold of yourself, dude, he chided harshly. Focus on the job, not what the witness looks like!

“Well?” she demanded impatiently when he didn’t answer her question fast enough.

Cade reached out to take the badge from her outstretched hand, telling himself to stay cool. “I came as soon as I could, Ms. Barnett,” he said, slipping his badge inside his jacket pocket and taking out the small, spiral notebook he carried.

Riley folded her arms with a disdainful snort. “I suppose that’s your way of saying I’m no longer a high priority,” she sneered.

Cade felt his ire rise at the derision in her tone, and he had to clench his jaw to bite back the sharp retort that immediately came to mind. This was his first assignment, he reminded himself. He wasn’t going to blow it because he lost his temper.

“Well, I’m here now, Ms. Barnett,” he said calmly. “Why don’t we sit down and you can tell me what the problem is.”

For a moment, Riley didn’t move. Everything that had happened over the past five years was finally beginning to take its toll, and the fact that the Marshals no longer seemed to be taking her concerns seriously wasn’t helping. She had been at this long enough to have developed an intuition about this kind of thing, and someone was definitely out to get her.

But yelling at this cute Marshal wasn’t going to help her cause, she told herself. So, she might as well do as Cade Cutler had suggested and sit down. Realizing the man was waiting for her to do just that, Riley gave him a nod and gestured toward the couch. At the movement, he edged around the coffee table and took a seat on the overstuffed couch.

Cade Cutler was different than the other Marshals she’d met, Riley thought as she sat down on the opposite end of the couch. For one thing, he was younger than the others, probably three or four years older than her own twenty-eight, she decided. And good looking, too. Actually, that was putting it mildly, she thought. Tall with broad shoulders and dark hair, he looked like he’d be better suited to modeling than law enforcement. In fact, the reason she’d taken so long to let him into her apartment after he’d handed over his badge was because she’d been staring at the photo on his ID. Even though the picture was barely bigger than a postage stamp, she’d been fascinated by his chiseled features and wide, sensuous mouth.

On the opposite end of the couch, Cade flipped open his spiral notebook and looked at her. When he’d first come inside, Riley had thought his eyes were dark, but up close, she could see that they were more gold than brown. Wow, she thought. She’d never seen eyes quite that color.

“So,” he said. “What makes you think that your identity has been compromised, Ms. Barnett?”

He spoke with a slight accent – a drawl, her mother would call it – and Riley wondered where he was originally from as she reached up to tuck her hair behind her ear. “I’ve seen a black SUV parked outside my apartment building every night for the past week,” she explained. “And then yesterday, I saw the same vehicle parked across the street from the bank where I work. That was when I knew I had to call you.”

Cade waited for her to continue, but when she didn’t he pointed out, “A lot of people have black SUV’s, Ms. Barnett. Are you sure it was the same one?”

Though his tone in no way suggested that he didn’t believe her, Riley still bristled. She was frustrated that no one in the Seattle office seemed to believe anything she said. Each time a Marshal had come out, they had displayed less and less concern.

“Of course, it’s the same one,” she said sharply.

Cade glanced up. “Did you get a look at who was inside?”

She shook her head. “The windows were tinted.”

He scribbled something down on the notebook he was holding. “What about a license plate?”

Again, she shook her head. “I didn’t see it,” she told him.

“What about the make and model of the SUV?” he asked.

Her brow furrowed. She’d been too frightened to even think about looking at stuff like that. Besides, she wasn’t very good with cars. She shook her head.

Cade closed his notebook and slipped it into the inside pocket of his suit jacket. “We’ll look into it, Ms. Barnett, and get back to you,” he said, getting to his feet.

Riley did the same, her frown deepening. “How are you going to look into it? Will you be posting Marshals outside my apartment building then?” She really hoped so; she hadn’t slept well the past couple of nights.

He inclined his head. “If we determine that you’re in danger, then you’ll be given protection,” he told her. “But I don’t think you have anything to be concerned about. As I said, a lot of people own black SUV’s.”

Riley stared at him in disbelief. Did she have to end up at the bottom of some river somewhere before they believed her? She opened her mouth to argue, but Cade Cutler was already walking toward the door.

Annoyed, she followed after him. “How will you know if there really is a threat from the SUV if there’s no one here to see it?” she persisted.

In the small entryway, he turned to give her a placating smile. “Like I said, we’ll look into it.”

She folded her arms to glare at him. “You’re not going to do a damn thing, are you?” she said sharply. “Now that you people have already gotten my testimony, you couldn’t care less about what happens to me.”

His jaw tightened. “I’ll be in touch,” he said, ignoring what she’d just said as he turned to leave. He was just reaching for the doorknob when the greeting cards on the table along the wall caught his eye.

Riley watched in confusion as he picked one up and read it, and then did the same to another and another. But before she could ask what he was doing, he turned to fix her with a hard look.

“What the hell are these?” he demanded, holding up the cards.

Her brow furrowed. “Birthday cards,” she said, her tone implying that it should have been obvious to him.

“I can see that!” he growled. “But this one’s from your mother! And these,” he added, gesturing with the others, “are from the rest of your family!

She shrugged. “Duh! Who do you think sends birthday cards?”

His eyes narrowing, Cade tossed the stack of birthday cards back onto the table and strode toward her. “How about, duh, you’re in the Witness Protection Program? Which means that you’re not supposed to tell anyone where you are. That includes your family! You’re so worried about your identity being compromised and here you are broadcasting it to the world!”

Ignoring the implied insult, Riley lifted her chin to glare up at him. “My mother would never tell anyone where I am,” she told him coldly. “And neither would any of my sisters.”

His brows drew together. “Really? How reassuring,” he scoffed. “What about the people who might be snooping through your family’s mail to find out where you are? Have you thought about that?”

She frowned at the words, wondering if that could be true, but then told herself it was ridiculous. Nobody, not even Albert Donatti, the main mobster she had testified against, would bother with digging through the mail just to find her. Besides, even if he had, her family had addressed the envelopes to her new name.

Riley gave Cade another shrug. “That would be impossible because my mom and my sisters didn’t put my real name on the envelope,” she said. “I’m not stupid, you know!”

“That’s debatable,” he retorted. “So, how many relatives does your family have living on the West Coast?”

She gave him a confused look. “What are you talking about?”

He held up the card from her mother. “It doesn’t matter what the name on the envelope says,” he told her. “The card says Happy Birthday to My Daughter on the front. I think people will figure out that it’s you.”

Before she could say anything, he added, “I’m going to have to call my boss and let him know about this.”

“Good,” she muttered. “Because I want to talk to him, too. That way I can tell him that you don’t know what the hell you’re doing, and that he needs to send someone out here who does!”

At her words, Cade paused in the act of reaching into his pocket for his cell phone, his eyes narrowing. “Okay, that does it!” he growled.

Riley braced herself for another one of his snide comments, and was totally surprised when Cade grabbed her by the arm and marched her over to the couch instead.

“What are you...?” she began as he sat down, but the rest of what she’d been going to say came out in a rush of air as he gave her arm a quick tug that sent her tumbling headlong over his knee.

Riley was so stunned that she simply lay there draped over his lap as she tried to catch her breath. When she finally came to her senses a moment later, it was to push herself upright, but a strong hand on her back held her down. What the hell was he doing?

Outraged, she turned to glare over her shoulder at him, only to let out a startled gasp when she felt his hand come down hard on her jean-clad bottom. Oh my God, the brute was spanking her!

“Of all the...owwwww!” she cried as his hand connected with her other cheek. “Let me go right now! You can’t do this!”

Cade only ignored her demand, instead smacking her ass again, even harder this time. “No, I’m not letting you go,” he ground out. “And I can do this. You are without a doubt the most irritating female I’ve ever met and I’m damn well going to do something about it!”

As he spoke, Cade punctuated every other word with a hard smack that had Riley squirming and protesting after each blow.

“I’ll...owwwww!...have your...owwwww!...badge...owwwww!... for this, you jerk!” she yelled.

Riley had hoped that threat would be enough to make Cade stop, but to her dismay, he continued to spank her. Over and over, his hand came down on her upturned bottom, first one cheek, and then the other until they were stinging! And the more she squirmed, the tighter he held her. He was so strong that there was no way she could break out of his grasp.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

On and on and on it went until her bottom was really starting to sting from the relentless punishment. Despite the fact that her struggles had absolutely no effect on him, she refused to give up. Reaching back with one hand, she beat against his leg with her fist. It didn’t do any good, of course, but it certainly made her feel better.

“It seems obvious to me that someone should have done this a long time ago,” Cade told her. “If they had, maybe you wouldn’t be such a brat right now.”

Even though he had been spanking her the whole time he was talking, he stopped lecturing her briefly so that he could focus on applying some really hard smacks right to the part of her bottom where her cheeks met the tops of her thighs. Ouch! She never knew that area was so sensitive. It stung like crazy even through her jeans!

“I can appreciate how difficult it is for you to be in the Witness Protection Program,” he continued. “But that doesn’t give you the right to be so obnoxious!”

Riley opened her mouth to spit out a retort, but the only thing that came out was a yelp as his hand connected solidly with both cheeks at the same time. God, she hadn’t realized his hands were so big. That really stung!

And then, finally it was over and Riley was back on her feet. Torn between slapping Cade Cutler across that handsome face of his for what he’d just done, and rubbing the sting from her throbbing ass, she chose the latter. She was afraid that if she tried to smack him, she’d be right over his knee again anyway.

As she stood there rubbing her bottom, Riley thought that she should at least be telling Cade off, but for the first time in her life, she was speechless. The man had given her a spanking! What kind of brute had they sent to protect her?!

Madoc: Chapter One

by Paige Tyler

Madoc Cutler still couldn’t believe his little brother, Cade, had actually gotten married. When Cade had called to tell him that he was engaged, Madoc had been surprised by the news, but that had been nothing compared to how stunned he had been when he’d learned that not only was the woman his brother had fallen for in the Witness Security Program, but that he’d known her for all of a whole week before he proposed! What the hell had Cade been thinking? All that stuff Cade had spouted about knowing true love the moment he saw it and not being able to live without Riley just seemed downright insane to Madoc.

Madoc, being five years older and obviously much wiser than Cade, had tried to talk some sense into his brother, but it had done no good. Cade was completely head over heels for Riley Barnett. Though Madoc could certainly understand being attracted to the beautiful blonde, he couldn’t understand why his brother had felt the need to marry her. In his opinion, Cade should have just done the smart thing and moved in with her. That way, he wouldn’t have been tied down. But when Madoc hadn’t been able to dissuade his brother from making one of the biggest mistakes of his life, he had finally agreed to not only attend the wedding, but to also be Cade’s best man.

Of course, it didn’t help that their parents absolutely loved Riley and were completely thrilled that Cade had finally found a nice girl and settled down. Now that he thought about it, Madoc supposed he should be happy Cade had gotten married. At least now his brother would be the one having to listen to their mother and father constantly harp about not having any grandchildren. That was a headache Madoc would happily let his brother put up with.

For his part, Madoc could never see himself having kids. Actually, he couldn’t even see himself getting married. He just wasn’t the marrying kind. Sure, he liked women – a lot – but every one he’d ever gone out with seemed to want to rein him in. They all thought his job as a U.S. Marshal was a phase that he would get out of, and when it became apparent he wasn’t planning to leave his job any time soon, his girlfriends usually started throwing around ultimatums. That hadn’t worked out too well for them, though, because he had always chosen the job over them. He probably always would. What woman could produce the same thrill and excitement that he got from being a Marshal?

Madoc reached up with his free hand to rub the back of his neck. Deciding to drive from where he lived in Denver to Seattle for his brother’s wedding had seemed like a good idea at the time, but he was barely halfway through Montana on the return trip and he was already exhausted. Staying up late partying the night before probably hadn’t helped, he supposed, and now, it looked like the weather was turning against him. He frowned as he scanned the sky. It was getting really gray and looked liked it was going to snow at any minute. He had heard on the radio earlier that it was supposed to snow sometime that day, and he hoped it wasn’t heavy. He still had a lot of driving to do before he got home.

He had hoped to make it to Billings before he had to stop for gas again, but glancing down at the gauge, he saw that it was almost on empty. As he took the exit for the next town, Madoc chided himself for not leaving Seattle earlier that morning. He had taken almost a week off already, and there would be a pile of work on his desk when he got back. Not only that, but his boss would be royally pissed if he called in to ask for more time off because he was stuck in the snow.

As he stood filling his gas tank a few minutes later, Madoc surveyed the small town of Flint Rock. It was one of those towns that had sprung up simply because there needed to be a gas station at that point along the highway. There were a few fast-food places and a diner, as well as the requisite tourist traps. Other than that, it didn’t have much else to offer.

Thinking he should probably get something to eat as well, Madoc decided he wasn’t really in the mood for fast food and settled on the diner instead. The place looked like it could have been any of a dozen different chain diners, and probably had been over the years. The building was at least thirty or forty years old and could use a little fixing up, but he didn’t really care what the place looked like, as long as he could get something good to eat, fast.

Pushing open the door, Madoc scanned the inside of the diner. Other than a handful of people sitting at the counter, the place was empty, he noticed as he made his way to the restroom. When he came back out a few minutes later, he debated for a moment whether to sit at the counter, but then slipped into a booth near the window. That way, he could keep an eye on his truck.

Reaching for the menu resting against the napkin dispenser, he was about to look at it when he caught sight of the pretty, dark-haired waitress behind the counter. Daaaaang, Madoc thought. Well, she definitely stood out in a small town like this. Even wearing glasses and a drab waitress uniform, she was a knockout. Then again, he thought appreciatively as he took in her rounded breasts and slender waist, the uniform did hug her curvy figure in all the right places. And he had to admit that the oval-shaped glasses with their black frames were surprisingly flattering on her. It made her look like some tame librarian-type that had a wildcat inside of her just waiting to get out.

“What can I get for you, sugar?”

Startled, Madoc tore his gaze away from the girl behind the counter to see a short, plump, gray-haired waitress standing beside his table. He had been so distracted by the younger waitress that he hadn’t even realized the woman was there. Or that she had set down a glass of ice water in front of him.

His brow furrowing, Madoc looked down at the menu in his hand and ordered the first thing he saw. “Uhm, I’ll have the meatloaf.”

“Do you want fries or mashed potatoes with that?” the woman asked, her pen poised above the order pad she had in her hand.

Madoc glanced over at the younger waitress behind the counter again to find her studying him with big, brown eyes. Tucking a strand of long hair behind her ear, she gave him an embarrassed smile and looked away.

Realizing that the older woman was still waiting for an answer, Madoc forced his attention back to her. What had she asked him? Oh yeah, what he wanted with the meatloaf. “Mashed potatoes will be fine,” he told her.

She scribbled his order on the pad, and then tucked it into her apron before giving him a smile. “Coffee okay?”

He nodded. “Coffee would be great. Thanks”

“Coming right up,” the woman said.

As the plump, little woman made her way back to the counter, Madoc found himself secretly hoping the younger waitress would bring his coffee over, and he was disappointed when the gray-haired woman picked up the coffee pot and started over to his table again. Even so, he couldn’t help but play a little fantasy through his mind about the younger waitress. In it, she would slowly walk over to his table, her curvy hips swaying provocatively as she did so. Then, once she got there, she would lean way over to place the mug on the table, which of course would cause her breasts to strain against the confining buttons of her uniform. And then...

Unfortunately, the older waitress reached his table before Madoc’s fantasy could go any further. Though he tried hard to concentrate on what the nice, old woman was saying, and even told her about his job and why he had been out to Seattle, his gaze kept being drawn to the girl behind the counter again. She was laughing with one of the customers, and the sound was warm and rich as it drifted across the diner and over to where he sat.

Telling himself that it wasn’t polite to stare, Madoc picked up a packet of sugar and emptied it into his coffee, and then turned to look out the window. But the gray sky and the tiny town of Flint Rock wasn’t enough to hold his interest for very long, and every so often, he would let his gaze wander over to the pretty, dark-haired girl behind the counter again.

Madoc was just staring at the darkening sky outside, wondering how much longer the snow would hold off when he heard the sound of a plate being set down on the table. Realizing that his food had arrived, he turned to thank the waitress, and was pleasantly surprised to see the dark-haired girl standing there. Up close, she was even prettier, he thought, taking in her full lips, pert nose, and the light dusting of freckles across her cheeks.

“More coffee?” she asked with a smile.

Her voice was soft and sweet, just like the rest of her, Madoc thought. “Please,” he said.

As she leaned over to pour the coffee, Madoc’s gaze automatically went to her perfectly rounded breasts. His fantasy had been right on; they did strain nicely against the uniform. As he tried hard not to be too obvious about staring at her breasts, he caught sight of the plastic nametag on the front of her uniform, and frowned when he saw that her name was Jane. It wasn’t that there was anything wrong with the name, of course. It was just that he had expected the pretty waitress to have a more exotic name.

“I don’t think I’ve seen you around before,” she said, giving him another smile.

He tore his gaze away from her perfect breasts. “Just passing through,” he told her.

Madoc thought he detected a hint of disappointment in her dark eyes at his words, but it was gone before he could be sure.

“Where are you headed?” she asked.

“Denver,” he said.

She looked at him in surprise. “Denver?”

He nodded. “Have you ever been there?” he asked curiously.

She reached up with one hand to adjust her glasses in what he was sure was an unconscious gesture. “Me?” she said. “No. I’ve never even been out of Flint Rock.”

Madoc regarded her for a moment. That was difficult to believe. “Really?” he said. “You kind of look familiar. I thought maybe we might have run into each other back there.”

That probably sounded like some sort of pick-up line, and a really lame one at that, Madoc thought, but it was true. Though he hadn’t noticed it when he’d first seen her, the more he looked at the waitress, the more sure he was he’d seen her somewhere before. Then again, maybe it was just wishful thinking.

She let out a nervous, little laugh as she reached up to fiddle with her glasses again. “I don’t think so,” she told him. “I’m sure I would have remembered if we had.”

He gave her a smile. “You’re probably right,” he agreed.

She returned his smile with one of her own. “Well, have a safe drive to Denver,” she said, picking up the coffee pot from the table. “And be sure to watch out for the snow. I hear it might be a pretty bad storm. You wouldn’t want to get stranded out here in the middle of nowhere.”

“I don’t know,” he said, his grin broadening. “Maybe I would.”

She gave him a sexy smile that immediately made his jeans feel tighter in the crotch, and then turned to head back to the counter, an extra little sway in her step.

Damn, Madoc thought as he watched her walk away. Getting trapped in the snow with a woman like her might just be worth the hell he’d catch from his boss for taking more vacation time. Drab it might be, but the curve-hugging waitress uniform she was wearing definitely showed off her feminine figure. He’d always been an ass-man, and the not-so-plain Jane had one hell of a sexy bottom. Not to mention extremely shapely legs, he noticed. Yep, getting snowbound in the middle of nowhere with the cute waitress would be downright fun.

Picking up his fork, Madoc was about to turn his attention to the food he had ordered, but he couldn’t resist glancing over at the counter again. Jane had set down the coffee pot and was talking to the older waitress. From the way the women glanced his way, he had a sneaking suspicion they were talking about him, and he found himself hoping Jane would come over to talk to him again, but a moment later, she disappeared into the kitchen.

As Madoc ate, the feeling that he’d seen the dark-haired waitress somewhere before came back to him. He was good with faces and usually didn’t forget one, something that served him well in his line of work. But if he had met her, he told himself, surely he would have remembered such an attractive woman. Hell, he almost certainly would have asked her out.

A thought so absurd it was almost laughable popped into his head then, but it gave Madoc pause just the same. It was possible he might have seen her in passing somewhere, but it was also possible he might have seen her somewhere else – on the Most Wanted List. Where the hell had that thought come from? he wondered. He shook is head. Dude, you’re spending way too much time on the job.

Madoc shook his head again. There was no way that cute waitress could be wanted in connection with anything more criminal than breaking a few hearts, he told himself. For all he knew, he’d seen her in a magazine somewhere; she was certainly gorgeous enough to be a model.

Putting the ridiculous notion that she was a criminal out of his head, Madoc finished his meal, then paid the check and left the diner. As he did so, he looked back one more time, just to get another look at the dark-haired waitress, but she still hadn’t come out of the kitchen.

Outside, it was beginning to snow, hard. Damn, Madoc thought. He’d better get moving or he really would be stuck in this town. He quickened his step, only to halt beside his SUV, his hand on the door handle. What if he were wrong about the girl? What if she really were a fugitive? It wasn’t really that big of a stretch. He was becoming more and more convinced that he had seen her face, and the wanted list was where he spent most of his time looking at people. It could actually be possible she was fugitive. And if she were, then it was his job to bring her in.

Knowing he wouldn’t be able to leave without checking it out, Madoc was about to head down the street to the police station he’d passed on the way to the diner when he spotted the small public library across the street. Deciding it would be easier to log onto the U.S. Marshals’ fugitive database there instead of explaining his suspicions to the local sheriff, he walked across the street and into the library.

Giving the elderly librarian at the desk a nod, he sat down at one of the computers and connected to the Internet. With his password, logging onto the Marshals’ fugitive database was simple, and within a few minutes, he was typing the parameters into the search engine. His search came up with almost a hundred female fugitives fitting Jane’s description, and as Madoc scrolled through each one, he found himself praying that the cute waitress wouldn’t be among them.

But Madoc’s worst fears were confirmed when he pulled up the next page of fugitives a few minutes later. Gazing back at him from the top row of photos was the cute, dark-haired waitress from the diner. Even without the glasses she’d been wearing as a disguise, he recognized her easily. Swearing under his breath, Madoc clicked on the wanted poster and began to read.

Name: Shayna Matthews

Alias: None Known

Description:

Sex...Female

Race...White

Date of Birth...June 4, 1976

Place of Birth...Colorado

Height...5’9”

Weight...125

Eyes...Brown

Hair...Brown

Skintone...Medium

Scars/Tattoos...None Known

Wanted for...Unlawful Flight – Embezzlement and Suspicion of Murder

Warrant Issued...District of Colorado

Date of Warrant...August 8, 2006

Matthews is wanted for Unlawful Flight to avoid prosecution and by the Denver County Sheriff for Failure to Appear. Matthews jumped bond after her arrest by the Denver, Colorado police for Embezzlement and Suspicion of Murder.

“Shit,” Madoc muttered.

Despite what he had just read, he couldn’t believe the sweet waitress he’d met at the diner was wanted on suspicion of murder. Or maybe he just didn’t want to believe it. But there it was, in black and white, and as much as he wanted to just forget that Shayna Matthews, aka not-so-plain-Jane the waitress, was a fugitive, he couldn’t. He was a U.S. Marshal, which meant that it was his duty to bring her in.

His hand tightening on the mouse, Madoc clicked on the print button, and then logged out of the database. Folding the wanted poster of Shayna Matthews, he shoved it into his coat pocket, then strode out of the library and across the street to the diner.

Shayna’s hands trembled as she hurriedly shoved what little clothing she had into the small overnight bag she’d brought with her when she’d left Denver. Of all the men in the diner she could have flirted with, she had to pick a U.S. Marshal!

Tall and broad-shouldered, not to mention ruggedly handsome, she had noticed the Marshal the moment he’d walked into the diner, and had been disappointed when he had chosen a booth instead of taking a seat at the counter. So when Madge, the other waitress she worked with, had suggested she serve lunch to him, she had not only jumped at the chance, but had openly flirted with him. She’d figured that he was probably only passing through town, but had toyed with the idea of trying to convince him to hang around for a while. Little did she know he was there to arrest her, she thought bitterly. And if Madge hadn’t learned that he was a U.S. Marshal from her conversation with him earlier, then Shayna would still be at the diner obliviously going on about her business.

God, she had been so stupid! Stupid to stay in Flint Rock for so long instead of going to Canada like she had planned. Stupid to think that a pair of ugly, non-prescription, black-framed glasses would be enough of a disguise to alter her appearance. Stupid not to dye her hair like her sister had suggested.

Still silently berating herself for her stupidity, Shayna grabbed her coat from the bed and put it on. If she hurried, maybe she could catch one of the truckers down at the gas station near the freeway and bum a ride with him. Anyone heading north would be fine with her.

She picked up her suitcase from the bed, and was just about to cross the small room she rented at the boarding house when there came a loud banging on the door.

“Federal Marshal!” a man’s voice called. “Open up!”

Shayna froze, her hand tightening reflexively on the handle of her overnight bag as she stared at the door. Oh God, he’d found her, she thought. She couldn’t go back to jail! She just couldn’t! Just the thought of the small, gray cell was enough to make her stomach clench. She had to get out of there!

The Marshal banged on the door, louder this time. Heart pounding, Shayna looked around wildly for some other escape route. Her gaze immediately locked on the window on the other side of the small room. Not having to think twice, she dashed over to it. Instead of opening easily like it should have, however, the window didn’t budge. Dammit, the darn thing was stuck!

Tears of frustration welling in her eyes, Shayna dropped her bag on the floor and tried to force the window open, but it did no good. The stupid thing probably hadn’t been opened in ten years! Spotting a heavy bookend sitting on the low shelf beside the window, she grabbed it and was just about to use it to break the glass when the door burst open.

Still holding onto the bookend, Shayna whirled around with a startled gasp to see the handsome Marshal from the diner standing in the doorway, his weapon drawn and pointed at her.

“Shayna Matthews, you’re under arrest,” he told her. “Drop that and put your hands up.”

Shayna knew she should obey, especially since the Marshal had a gun pointed at her, but she couldn’t make herself do it. “You’ve got the wrong person. My name is Jane,” she said, her voice trembling. “Jane Cooper.”

His golden brown eyes went to the bag sitting on the floor beside her. “Nice try,” he said sarcastically. “Now, drop what you’re holding and put your hands up.”

She swallowed hard, but still didn’t do as he told her. “You’ve got the wrong person,” she insisted.

The Marshal clenched his jaw. “I’m not going to tell you again,” he warned her. “Drop what you’re holding and get your hands in the air.”

Shayna didn’t move. She couldn’t let him arrest her. Running had only made her look guiltier, and if she went back to jail, they weren’t likely to let her out on bail this time. Her stomach churned.

Her gaze darted to the door and she wondered if she could somehow get past the Marshal. Apparently, he must have read her mind because he started toward her even as she tensed to make a run for it. Shayna’s hand tightened on the bookend and before she even realized what she was doing, she drew back her arm and threw it at him.

Shayna just had enough time to see the Marshal’s eyes go wide before he ducked. Knowing she would only get one chance at escape, she immediately ran for the door. But she didn’t get more than a few feet before a strong hand closed over her arm and spun her around. With a cry that was half frustration, half rage, Shayna balled her hand into a fist and took a swing at the Marshal.

“What the...?!” he began, catching her arm before her fist could connect. “Dammit, take it easy!”

But Shayna wasn’t about to take it easy. If she didn’t get away from him, she was going to be spending a very long time in prison, maybe even the rest of her life. With that horrific thought motivating her, Shayna savagely tried to jerk free of the Marshal’s hold.

“Stop it!” he ordered her, his grip tightening on her arms. “Dammit, I don’t want to hurt you!”

“Then let me go!” she shot back, still struggling against him.

But it was obvious the Marshal wasn’t going to let her go, so Shayna fought him wildly. Once she even managed to get her arm free long enough to try to scratch his face, but he quickly captured her wrist in his hand again.

Frustrated, Shayna tried to shove him away from her. To her surprise, she actually managed to catch the Marshal off balance long enough to knock him back onto the bed. She didn’t catch him that unaware, however, because instead of releasing her like she hoped he would do, he tightened his grip on her wrists and pulled her down with him.

Ending up sprawled across his lap, Shayna was so stunned for a moment that she didn’t even realize the Marshal had let go of her arms sometime during their fall onto the bed. As soon as she did, though, she immediately tried to push herself upright, but a strong hand on her back pushed her down again. She started struggling as hard as she could, anything to keep him from grabbing her arms again. She knew the moment he did, she would end up in handcuffs.

But Shayna was surprised when the Marshal didn’t even try to jerk her arms behind her back so that he could handcuff her. She thought for a moment that she might actually have a chance to get away, only to gasp in surprise when she felt his free hand come down hard on her jean-clad bottom. She stilled, her eyes going wide. Had he actually just spanked her? What the hell did he think he was doing?

Before she could say anything, though, he brought his hand down again on her other cheek, harder this time, and she yelped.

Her face flaming from both embarrassment and anger, Shayna tried to push herself off his lap again, to no avail. “Let me up, you jerk!” she demanded.

But the Marshal only gave her ass another hard smack. “Not until you agree to behave yourself,” he growled.

Shayna cried out as his hand connected with her bottom yet again. “Owwwww! You have no right to spank me!” she told him.

“If you had just come quietly like I told you to, then I wouldn’t be forced to do this,” he retorted, punctuating each word with a sharp slap to her derriere. “But you leave me no choice. Trust me, spanking you into submission is a lot better than the alternative.”

Shayna didn’t know what the alternative might be, but she had certainly never been spanked in her life, and she couldn’t believe how much it stung! But every time his hand came down on her ass, it felt like her cheeks were going to catch on fire.

“Now, if I let you up, are you going to behave yourself?” he asked, pausing momentarily.

Shayna gritted her teeth. Damn the man! “Yes!” she hissed. “Just let me up already!”

Taking Shayna’s arm, he set her back on her feet. Though she really wanted to slap his handsome face, she settled for rubbing her sore bottom instead, only to stop when she realized the Marshal was reaching for his handcuffs.

The Cutler Brides: Chapter One

by Paige Tyler

Riley Cutler usually hated flying and everything that went with it, including the tiny seats with no leg room, the crappy food, and the stale, dry air. But cuddling closer to her handsome husband, Cade, she found that she didn’t mind those things nearly as much. Maybe the airlines should provide everyone with a sexy seatmate, she thought with a little smile. It certainly made the flight go faster.

Officially, they were going down to Texas for Cade’s parents’ fortieth wedding anniversary, but that was really just an excuse to get everyone together again. When she and Cade had gotten married, Riley hadn’t seen his parents for more than a few days, hardly enough time to get to know them. Of course, she’d seen them again several months ago at Madoc and Shayna’s wedding, but again, it had been just for a long weekend. She was really looking forward to spending some relaxing time with not only Cade’s parents, but also with Madoc and his new bride as well. Riley had the feeling she and Shayna were going to hit it off great.

Thinking about Madoc and Shayna’s wedding made Riley think about her own. It was hard to believe she and Cade had been married almost a year already. It seemed like just yesterday that the U.S. Marshal had shown up on her doorstep. They had met while she’d been in the Witness Protection Program and though their relationship had started out rather rocky, it hadn’t taken her long at all to fall completely in love with him. She couldn’t believe how lucky she was. Not only had she met and married a wonderful guy, but she had also been able to drop out of the Witness Protection Program because the organized crime boss she’d been hiding from had turned state’s evidence and gone into the program himself. The Marshals had no longer believed she was in danger and she’d been able to return to her old life. Of course, her old life was even better now that Cade was in it.

Flipping through the fashion magazine she’d brought with her, Riley stopped when she came to an advertisement for a pair of sexy, high-heeled sandals. “Aren’t these cute?” she said, holding the magazine at an angle so that Cade could see, too. “Wouldn’t they look great on me?”

Her husband looked up from his outdoor magazine to glance at hers. Upon seeing the shoes however, he lifted a brow. “I’m sure they would, but I don’t think you need any more shoes, do you, honey?”

Riley looked up at him from beneath lowered lashes. Though even she had to admit she had more pairs than the average woman, shoes were definitely her weakness and she couldn’t resist buying the newest style in footwear when it came out. “Well, actually, I do,” she said. “It completely slipped my mind until now, but we were in such a rush to leave that I think I forgot to pack the shoes I was going to wear to your parents’ anniversary party.”

Cade gave her a dubious look. “Did you really forget or did you deliberately decide not bring them just so you could buy new ones?”

A blush crept into her cheeks. She had made a conscious decision not to pack them, of course, but only because they really didn’t go with her dress.

“Of course I forgot!”

Riley tried to sound as truthful as she could, but Cade saw right through her lie. She used to be a really good liar back when she was in the Witness Protection Program, but for some reason, she couldn’t ever seem to lie convincingly to her husband.

“That’s what I thought.” Cade let out a loud, dramatic sigh. “Well, you know what this means, don’t you?”

“What?” she asked innocently.

His mouth quirked. “It means you’ll be going over my knee for a good, sound spanking when we get to the ranch, sweetheart.”

Her pulse still skipped a beat at hearing her husband say the words. It was amazing how much her attitude toward spanking had changed over the past year, she thought. When Cade had put her over his knee to give her a spanking that first time at her apartment, she had put up a terrible fuss, kicking and squealing for all she was worth. Actually, she had made a fuss the first half dozen times he had spanked her. After they’d gotten engaged, however, something had happened to change all that and she’d started looking forward to getting spanked. But knowing she could never come right out and tell her fiancé that, she’d started to do little things to get him to spank her. Perceptive as he was, Cade had quickly figured it out. So now whenever she wanted a spanking, all she had to do was just act a little naughty. Almost anything would do, like buying yet another pair of shoes. It wasn’t that Cade really cared whether she bought a new pair; it was just simply a signal to him that she wanted to get spanked.

“Don’t you think your parents might notice if you dragged me off to the bedroom the minute we got to their ranch?” she pointed out.

Cade frowned slightly as he considered that. “You’re probably right,” he agreed after a moment. “I guess I’d better spank you now then.”

She gasped. “Now? Are you crazy? On the plane?”

But her husband had already taken her hand and was pulling her to her feet.

“Honey...” she began, but the words trailed off as he led her toward the back of the plane.

Since it was an evening flight, the interior of the cabin was dimly lit, something a blushing Riley was grateful for as they made their way to the restroom. She needn’t have worried, though, because none of the other passengers were paying any attention to them.

While Riley couldn’t deny that the thought of her gorgeous, dark-haired husband spanking her thirty-thousand feet in the air was rather thrilling, it also made her a little nervous, and she stopped outside the door to the restroom to voice her concerns to Cade.

“Honey, we can’t,” she protested. “Someone could hear.”

His mouth quirked. “Then we’ll have to make sure we’re quiet.”

As Cade opened the door and urged her inside, Riley could only wonder what had gotten into her husband. He was always up for adventure, especially when it came to sex, but they’d never done anything this daring. Not that she was complaining really. The whole thing was a major turn-on!

The small bathroom seemed even tinier with her tall, broad-shouldered husband in it with her, but Riley found herself forgetting all about her dislike of tight spaces when Cade ordered her to turn around and put her hands on the wall in that soft, sexy voice of his. Eager for her spanking, Riley obediently placed her palms on the wall, bending over just enough to thrust out her bottom.

Instead of placing his hand on her back like he usually did when she was draped over his knee, though, Cade wrapped his arm around her middle. Holding her close against him, he ran his other hand over her short skirt.

“If we were home, I’d give you a warm-up over your skirt,” he said in her ear. “But in the interest of time, I think it’d be best if I just get straight to the main event.”

As he spoke, her husband lifted her skirt to reveal a skimpy pair of bikini panties. Her pulse fluttering, Riley slanted him a look in the mirror on the adjacent wall, watching in fascination as Cade slipped his fingers beneath the waistband of her panties and slowly pushed them down to the middle of her thighs. There was something very delicious about watching him do that in the mirror, she decided.

Riley held her breath as she waited for the spanking to begin and was surprised when Cade reached out to gently caress her bottom. Though it was something he always did before giving her a spanking, she didn’t think he would take the time since they were only having a quickie.

Cade must have remembered where they were because all of a sudden, he lifted his hand and brought it down on her right cheek with a resounding smack!

Riley gasped at the sting his hand had left, but then quickly bit her lip to stifle a tiny yelp as he smacked her on the other cheek. Though she was pretty sure the spanks couldn’t be heard over the loud noise of the plane’s engines, she didn’t know about her cries of protest, so she kept her lip firmly held between her teeth just in case.

Transfixed, she stared at their reflection in the mirror, watching as her husband lifted his hand again. This time, however, he brought it down on her ass in a flurry of rapid-fire spanks that had her dancing from foot to foot within seconds. He moved from one cheek to the other with a rhythmic precision that had her bottom coloring in no time, and she watched with fascination as her creamy skin turned a rosy pink color. Wow, she really loved this mirror. Maybe they should put one up right beside the bed at home! Her pussy tingled at the thought, and she had to resist the urge to slide her hand down to touch herself.

As if reading her mind, Cade stopped spanking her to slide his hand between her legs. Riley moaned as his finger found her wet pussy and dipped inside. Just as quickly, though, Cade withdrew his finger. Dismayed, Riley opened her mouth to protest, only to close it again when she saw her husband undoing his belt.

Riley watched hungrily as Cade pushed down his jeans to free his cock. Hard and throbbing, it stood at attention, and when he rubbed the head along her pink asscheeks, she impatiently reached back to wrap her hand around him and help guide him inside her pussy. To her relief, Cade didn’t need any more urging. Grasping her hips in his hands, he slid his cock deep into her pussy in one smooth motion.

Unable to stifle her moan of pleasure, Riley closed her eyes and allowed it to escape her lips. But then Cade’s grip tightened on her hips, and as he started to move in and out of her, she was forced to bite her lip again to keep from crying out. She could tell by the way Cade was thrusting that he was just as excited as she was. Oh yeah, this was definitely going to be a quickie! Wanting to make sure she was able to come as quickly as possible, Riley slid her hand between her legs and began to finger her plump clit with quick, little motions.

Suddenly remembering they were in front of a mirror, Riley turned her head to gaze at their reflection. The sight that met her eyes was so unbelievably sexy that all she could do was watch in fascination as Cade took her from behind. Oh yeah, she was definitely getting a mirror put up in the bedroom!

Cade grasped her hips more firmly, thrusting into her harder and faster, and Riley had to bite her lips to stifle her cries of pleasure as her orgasm coursed through her. Just then, Cade held himself completely still inside of her, and she heard his own muffled groan in her ear as he found his own release. God, she loved it when they came together like that!

Smoothing her skirt over her hips afterward, Riley looped her arms around Cade’s neck and gave him a lingering kiss on the mouth. “Now, why didn’t we do that when we flew to Hawaii for our honeymoon? It would’ve made the flight a whole heck of a lot faster, not to mention more fun.”

Cade chuckled. “It definitely would have,” he agreed. “But as I tend to remember, you were on your best behavior, so I didn’t have a reason to spank you.”

Riley considered that as she and Cade settled back in their seats several minutes later. Well, she supposed if she wanted any spankings while they were down in Texas, she was just going to have to see about getting herself into trouble as frequently as possible!

Shayna was glad she and Madoc had decided to drive down to Texas instead of fly. While flying would have been faster than the two day drive from Denver to Dallas, she was sure it wouldn’t have been as much fun. This way, she and Madoc had been able to take their time and enjoy each other’s company. They had stopped along the way at any and every tourist attraction that caught their eye, something which was quite different than their last road trip five months ago, she thought with a smile. Back then she had been a fugitive and the handsome U.S. Marshal had arrested her and been dragging her off to jail. Or he would have if they hadn’t gotten caught in a snowstorm and had had to hole up in a deserted cabin. There, she had not only finally gotten him to listen to her story about being framed for a crime she didn’t commit, but had also fallen in love with him.

After they had cleared her name, she and Madoc had been inseparable, getting married five months later. While their wedding had been perfect, everything had been so hectic that she hadn’t had much of a chance to spend time with Madoc’s family. But she was going to make up for that now because she and Madoc would be spending two weeks at his parents’ ranch outside of Fort Worth. She really looked forward to getting to know them better, especially his brother, Cade, and his wife, Riley. She just intuitively knew she and the other girl were going to hit it off great.

“There’s a rest area coming up. Want to stop and take a break?” Madoc asked.

Shayna pulled herself away from her thoughts to glance at her husband. “Sure.”

After using the facilities, she and Madoc still didn’t feel like getting back in the SUV right away, so they walked up to the small picnic area situated on a grassy hill just behind the main buildings. When they got to the top, Shayna was surprised by how far she could see. Even though the hill wasn’t very high, it still towered above most of the nearby Texas countryside, and the view was beautiful. Slow, rolling hills, covered in waving grass, spread out as far as the eye could see. Here and there, a cow or an oil well dotted the landscape, but mostly it was uninterrupted and pristine. She wished they had thought to grab a bite to eat and bring it up here. It would have been nice to sit and have lunch at one of the small tables while they enjoyed the view.

She turned to give Madoc a smile. He was sitting down on the bench-style seat, his arms lazily outstretched to either side of him on the picnic table. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it, hon?”

His golden brown eyes traveled up and down the length of her body to take in the tank top and shorts she wore, lingering on her bare legs.

“Not as beautiful as you,” he said, his mouth curving into a sexy grin.

Shayna felt herself blush at her husband’s compliment. She’d never blushed so much until she’d met Madoc. He just had a way of looking at her that made her think he was always visualizing her completely naked.

Reaching for her hand, he gently pulled her closer until she was standing between his legs. As his arms circled her waist, Shayna automatically looped hers around his neck. With a little laugh, she bent her head to kiss him on the mouth. The kiss wasn’t some quick peck on the lips, but instead, it was slow and passionate, leaving Shayna breathless. When she lifted her head, she couldn’t suppress the sigh of pleasure that escaped her lips.

“Too bad we’re not someplace a little more private,” she said huskily.

Madoc made a show of looking around the deserted rest area before lifting his gaze to hers again. “I don’t know. It seems pretty private to me.”

Her eyes widened. “You can’t be serious?”

“Why not?” He slid his hands up to cup her breasts through the thin tank top.

Shayna caught her breath as she felt her nipples immediately harden in response. It had always been a secret fantasy of hers to make love outdoors, but she didn’t think she could ever be bold enough to act it out.

“Madoc...” she began.

But her husband was already unbuttoning her khaki shorts and pushing them down her legs. As he gently ran his hands up her bare legs, Shayna felt the last of her resolve disappear, along with her shyness. Surely, they could have a quickie without getting caught, she told herself.

Shayna waited breathlessly for Madoc to take down her panties, but instead he surprised her by taking her hand and guiding her over one of his muscular legs. Though she went willingly, she couldn’t help but give him a confused look over her shoulder.

“I thought we were going to booty,” she said.

The corner of his mouth edged up. “We are,” he said, lightly resting his hand on the curve of her bottom. “But since I don’t know how much spanking we’ll be able to do while were at my parents’ ranch, I thought I’d give you one now to tide you over until we get home.”

Shayna hadn’t thought about that. But she supposed Madoc was right. They wouldn’t have much privacy at the ranch. Which would mean she would have to wait two weeks for another spanking.

She gave her dark-haired husband a naughty smile. “Well, when you put it that way, I definitely think you’re right. I do think you should give me a spanking.”

Shayna couldn’t help but smile at Madoc’s deep, sexy chuckle. It wasn’t so long ago that she hated to get spanked. Or at least she had the first half dozen times or so that her husband had put her over his knee. But then one evening after they’d gotten engaged, he had playfully smacked her bottom a couple of times while they’d been having sex in the doggy-style position, and it had been a huge turn-on, much to her surprise. As they’d been cuddling together afterward, she had shyly admitted to him that she’d liked the spanking, and then asked if they could do it again sometime. Well, sometime turned out to be the very next night when Madoc treated her to her very first erotic spanking. It came complete with lots of rubbing and caressing in between some very pleasurable spanks, which weren’t too hard or too soft, but just perfect. Shayna couldn’t remember ever being so turned on!

She let out a little sigh of pleasure as Madoc slowly caressed each panty-covered cheek with his strong hand for one long delicious moment before he slipped his fingers inside the waistband and pulled them down to the middle of her thighs. When he rubbed his hand over her bare bottom, she sighed again, only to let out a startled, little, “Oh!” as he lifted his hand and gave her a sharp smack on each cheek. The sound echoed around them, making it seem louder than it probably really was, but before Shayna could mention it, her husband brought his hand down again, this time a little harder.

“Owwww!” she yelped. “Honey, that stings! Don’t I get a warm-up?”

Madoc chuckled again. “Since anyone could pull into the rest area at any time, I think we’re going to have to skip the warm-up. Besides, how else will it tide you over until we get home if it doesn’t sting at least a little, babe?”

He didn’t wait for an answer, but lifted his hand and gave her ass a series of firm, deliberate smacks that had Shayna wiggling and squirming around on his lap almost from the start. But her protests were all part of the game, and she knew Madoc knew it. She loved each and ever spank he meted out, even if her bottom was usually a rosy shade of pink and stinging like crazy by the time he was done.

But while she loved the feel of Madoc’s hand coming down over and over on her bottom, she loved it even more when he stopped in between to caress her freshly-spanked asscheeks, just like he was doing right now. Shayna let out a moan and spread her legs as far as the panties banded around her thighs would allow. It was her little way of telling Madoc that she wanted him to touch her pussy. Lucky for her, he was very good at knowing what she wanted in bed – or wherever else they happened to make love – and this time was no different. Slipping his hand between her legs, he gently ran his finger along the slick outer folds before sliding deep into her pussy.

“You’re very wet,” he said. “Do you know that?”

Shayna moaned softly, unable to do more than that as her husband slowly moved his finger in and out of her pussy.

Then, all at once, Madoc slid his finger out. Dismayed, Shayna opened her mouth to complain, but her husband gently took her arm and stood her on her feet before she could get the words out. Any desire to protest disappeared when she saw him start to unbuckle his belt. While she wouldn’t have minded some more foreplay, she was definitely ready to have him inside of her. She was as aroused as she could possibly get.

Her pulse fluttering in anticipation, Shayna quickly pushed her panties down the rest of the way, and then stepping out of her sandals, climbed astride her husband where he sat on the bench, and slowly lowered herself onto Madoc’s hard cock.

He slid into her in one, smooth motion, and Shayna couldn’t stifle the moan of pleasure that escaped her lips even if she’d wanted to. But as unbelievably good as his cock felt nestled deep within her, she knew it would be even better when she started to ride him. With that in mind, she lowered her head to kiss him as she slowly and methodically began to rotate her hips.

Madoc slid his hands down her back and over her hips to cup her freshly-spanked ass. Shayna gasped as he squeezed her cheeks, and then sighed against his mouth with pleasure as he began lifting her up and down.

Shayna began moaning out loud, not caring if anyone heard her. She didn’t think it could get any better, but then Madoc tipped his head forward and began nuzzling her neck. She hadn’t discovered it until after they’d gotten married, but her neck was one of her favorite erogenous zones.

She slid her hand into his hair, keeping him focused on her neck while she began to ride him like a wild woman. The bench was a little hard on her knees, but she couldn’t care less as she felt the tip of his throbbing cock reaching into the very depths of her pussy. Every time she came down on him, she swore she had a little mini-orgasm.

All at once, Madoc stopped nibbling on her neck and threw back his head to let loose his own groans of pleasure.

Obeying the urging of his hands on her hips, Shayna began to ride him even harder, completely exhilarated to be living out her wildest fantasy with the man she loved.

Shayna’s orgasm coursed through her then and as she screamed out her pleasure, she felt Madoc’s cum explode hot and pulsing inside of her. She continued to ride him until every last tremor of her climax had subsided. Only then did she look around, checking to make sure that no one had pulled into the rest area while she and Madoc had been distracted. Luckily, no one was around.

Sliding his hand into her long hair, Madoc pulled her down for a kiss. “You’re completely amazing, do you know that?” he said against her mouth as he kissed her again.

All Shayna could do was laugh, giddy at what they had just done.

As she and Madoc walked hand-in-hand down to the parking lot afterward, Shayna found herself hoping the Cutler ranch was as big as her husband said, because there was no way she could go two weeks without another spanking. Surely there had to be someplace she and Madoc could slip off to so they could get in a spanking now and then.

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