Spurs 'n Surrender (Operation Cowboy Book 2)(43)

Plunging his fingers into her pussy and one deep into her ass, he worked to pull more noises from her. With luck, total surrender would follow. Because he was gunning for her—he wanted her more than he’d wanted anything in a very long time.




Anya dug her heels into the bed of the truck and tried to hold together the fragments of her brain. Wydell was stealing it bit by bit, along with the wrappings around her heart. He held the end and was slowly unraveling it like a badly knit Christmas sweater. When he had her totally exposed, she didn’t want to think about the words that would come out of her mouth.

He was right—it wasn’t hate sex. She was falling in love with him. But knowing that didn’t make things any easier.

His finger in her backside drove her mad. She’d never had anal play before, but she couldn’t deny that his surprise invasion had thrilled her to the core. Her insides felt like lava, and the first burning pleasure began in that brand new place.

“Come for me. I’m going to give you a double orgasm.”

She had little doubt in her mind. Actually, did she have a single thought in her mind at this point? He withdrew. She gasped as he shoved three fingers deep—two in her pussy and one in her ass. What would it be like for him to take her back there? He was big—it would be uncomfortable at first. But she knew he’d take it slow until she gained as much pleasure from the act as he would.

Wait—what was she thinking? She was trying to put a stop to this insanity. This was absolutely the last time she let him touch her. Right after she got off…

No, then she’d want to straddle him and make him feel as good as he made her feel, and the rollercoaster would start all over again.

His intense expression made her stomach hollow out. “Come on, sweetheart. This is all mine—you belong to me.”

“Nobody…owns me,” she panted, though he did. Every nerve ending in her body screamed his name. Hell, they probably had his name tattooed across them, along with little hearts.

“This isn’t hate fucking. You want me, you want this over and over. Let your feelings out. Tell me you’re mine”

In the back of her mind, his chant didn’t make sense. But she wasn’t listening with her head—but her heart.

“Yours. Take me, Wydell.”

His groan of approval rumbled through her entire body. On the withdrawal, he stamped her lips with his—hard. When he drove his fingers back into her, he added a second to her backside. Stretching her.

The orgasm hit from nowhere. She came too hard to even make a noise, panting at first but as he continued finger-fucking her, noisy moans escaped.

“So fucking beautiful when you come. Fuck, your ass is still pulsating around my fingers. Are you still coming?”

She writhed in his hold, speared on his fingers. Her muscles leaped and she couldn’t catch her breath.

She did, however, find her voice. “Yours. Yours.”

“Damn straight.” He stroked her pussy and ass more slowly until the final twitches flowed away. Then he gently removed his fingers.

She blinked at him, stars in her heart. They sparkled for him. Dammit, that was no good. Or was it?

“You didn’t let me finish my argument,” she said quietly.

He nuzzled her throat, his hard cock jabbing into her thigh. “No, because it’s all a lie. You’re lying to yourself.”

“Oh now I’m a liar.”

“You do love to argue, sweetheart, but I’m not falling into that trap. You agreed that you belong to me, and right now, I am demanding my rights over your body.” With a gleam in his eyes, he stretched on his back, lifted her and settled her swollen pussy over his cock.

Throwing her head back, she stared at the stars and tried to make sense of the emotions swirling through her body like the Milky Way through the galaxy. He wasn’t playing fair, but two could play this game. She could sap the strength from him the way he had her.

With a slow, grinding motion, she dragged a groan from him. And another. Riding faster, stealing his soul too. “If I’m yours, then you’re mine.”

His eyes darkened, or was that her imagination?

She pushed up the length of his shaft until his mushroomed head stretched her opening before lowering herself in one quick shove. He roared.

“Say it, babe,” she urged, teasing him with light kisses over his lips and jaw. “You’re mine.”

“You had me when I first saw you, dammit.” As if he couldn’t bear to give her more rope in this tug of war, he flipped her. Bent her over the side and hammered her from behind until they were both screaming in release.

Somewhere in the distance, birds took flight. Anya stared into the darkness, over Wydell’s family lands, aware that she was in big trouble.



*



Wydell stole a glance at Anya as she tugged her top back into place. The morning sun was just rising over the lip of the horizon. This view was one he’d seen every morning of his childhood. Looking out his bedroom window and seeing this vision had been something he’d taken for granted.

Now that he wanted to share it with a fabulous woman, he couldn’t find a way to tell her.

She put on her boots and zipped her jeans before walking to the passenger door of his truck.

He stared at her for a minute, his shirt in his hands. Something was eating at her. She’d gone quiet again. Was this how she felt when he shut down? Dammit, he’d have to try harder.