Two To Wrangle (Hotel Rodeo #2)(25)

Thirty minutes after returning to the ranch, Ty drove up to the front porch, where Monica stood, packed bags in hand. She regarded the golf cart with mock seriousness. “Do you really think that thing will stay charged all the way to Vegas? Where’s your truck, Ty?”

“Leaving it here. With less than six days left, I’m not wasting sixteen hours of it driving,” he replied.

“So we’re flying?”

“Yup.”

“I know Tom had a private plane. Did you hire a pilot?”

“Nope. Don’t have to. I’ll fly us.”

“You?” She gaped.

“Yup. Tom taught me. Got my license when I was seventeen. Been a while, but I should still be able to take it up and put it back down in one piece,” he added with a teasing grin. “Kinda like ridin’ a horse that way. You don’t forget.” He patted the seat beside him. “C’mon. Time’s a wastin’.”

Monica still hesitated. “That information didn’t inspire a whole lot of confidence, Ty.”

“Would it make you feel any better to know I flew us to Colorado every year when Tom and I went elk hunting?”

“So it hasn’t been years since you’ve commanded the cockpit?”

“No, sugar.” He laughed. “Six months at most. Feel better now?”

She exhaled an exasperated puff of air. “Why do you always do that?”

“What?” he asked innocently.

“Withhold vital information. You can’t do that anymore if you expect us to be partners.”

He looped his arm around her waist and pulled her snug against his side. “I’ll try and work on that.”



A gleaming black stretch limo waited at the curb a few hours later when they landed the Beechcraft Bonanza at Henderson Executive Airport. Ty eyed the car with a frown. “I’m not used to all this conspicuousness, Monica. I’m a pick-up kinda man.”

“But you left your truck in Oklahoma. It only made sense to call Frankie. And besides, it’s not like we can’t afford it, Ty,” Monica threw the reply over her shoulder as she ducked into the car.

“Seems like such a waste,” Ty remarked once they were inside. “There’s only one real good use for a car like this.”

“Oh yeah?” she asked. “And what’s that?”

One side of his mouth curved upward as he tipped his head to the divider. “Ask Frankie to put that up and I’ll show you.”

She spoke the instructions to the driver, and then arched a brow. “Is this more of your seven-day persuasion campaign?”

“Depends,” he replied. “Does making you swallow back a scream count as persuasion?”

His words awakened ripples of desire deep in her belly.

“That’s a mighty tall order, cowboy, but I’m not sure a scream is what I really want to swallow.” She let her gaze drift to his lap.

“If that’s what you really want, sugar, I’m more than happy to fill that order.” He pulled her roughly onto his lap. “But I was raised that ladies always come first.” While one hand cupped the back of her neck for a hungry kiss, the other slid up her leg. He slipped his long fingers into her panties as his hot mouth swept up the length of her neck. He stroked and caressed her mound while murmuring dark and dirty words that sent pools of liquid heat between her thighs.

Ty’s trashy talk never failed to turn her on.

He licked and tongued her ear, then continued nuzzling and nipping as he worked his way back down her throat, pausing for a soft bite at the juncture of her neck and shoulder. One hand unbuttoned her blouse, freeing a breast.

Wary of the driver, she suppressed a moan as he took her nipple into his mouth in a feasting frenzy. In seconds Ty’s sucking mouth had Monica shuddering with the first tremors of impending orgasm. She reached for him. His hips went into motion as she rubbed him though his jeans. “Ride me now, sugar.”

Her need at fever pitch, she tore off her panties as he freed himself. He took her face in both hands, kissing her hungrily while she straddled his hips. He continued long, lush kisses as she lowered herself slowly onto his erection. Holding herself back, she slowly swiveled and teased, watching the flare of desire in his eyes until he released her face to grip her hips, driving them all the way down.

They sucked in a synchronous gasp at that euphoric moment of penetration.

Panting with the need to move but wanting to draw out the exquisite torture, she squeezed her inner muscles.

He let loose a deep moan that vibrated her insides. He thrust, driving upward. Deep.

“Oh. God,” she moaned. Digging her fingers deep into his muscular shoulders, she met his next thrust in counterpoint. So big and hard. He gave another thrust. Freaking fantastic. Her head rolled back in ecstasy. And mine. He’s all mine. Her last thought froze her.

Was she taking that part for granted? Ty was long accustomed to playing fast and loose. Although he’d told her there hadn’t been other women and that there was no one else he wanted, how long would that last? Would their relationship end the moment he got the money he needed to rebuild the hotel?

She shook the hair from her face and tipped her head back to stare into his. “What are we doing, Ty?”

His mouth curved into an irresistible smirk. “Humping in a limousine like horny prom dates.”