Branded as Trouble (Rough Riders #6)(71)

“Am I borin’ ya?”


“No, it’s just a hard concept to grasp.”


“Tell me about it. I’m glad it ain’t my job to figure out who’s owed what when it comes time to get paid.”


For some reason, bringing up ranch business always made Colt tense. His hands were wrapped around his coffee cup so tightly she feared he’d break the ceramic.


“You hungry? The caramel rolls look delicious.”


“Nah. I ate earlier.” Colt smirked at her over his cup.


Cocky man. She smirked back when she remembered what he’d had for breakfast.


It was time to return the favor. She set down her mug. “I hope you don’t mind if I indulge. I love caramel. So thick, and sweet and sticky.” She peeled back the foil and dipped her finger in the center of the gooey mass. She sucked her finger provocatively. “Wanna taste? Mmm-mmm.”


“Indy—”


“Colt.” India leaned forward and let her sticky lips track the line of his jaw. “Take your boxers off.” She breathed heavily in his ear. “Don’t ask why, just do it.”


His mug hit the counter and a second later his boxers hit the floor.


“Good boy. Grip the counter and spread your legs. Now watch me.”


Colt managed to choke out, “Watch you do what?”


“Show you my favorite way to eat caramel.” India recoated her fingers with the sugary goodness, scooping a dollop into her palm.


Keeping her eyes on his, her hand circled his cock. “Might get a little messy.”


“I live to get messy.”


With the hand that wasn’t stroking his brown-sugar coated shaft, she scraped the gooey topping off three caramel rolls and smeared it on Colt’s chest. She took special care to paint both his nipples. Thoroughly.


Then she bent her head and tasted. Mmm. Sweet sugar and salty Colt. The perfect combination. She enclosed her mouth around his left nipple and sucked. And sucked. Worrying the pebbled tip with her teeth. Stopping to rub her cheek across his pecs. Each brush of her mouth and lips made those tight muscles dance.


Colt didn’t utter a sound until she bestowed the same treatment to the other side.


India followed the sweet trail down the center of his spectacular body. She drew small circles around his belly button, dipping her tongue into his navel. Several times. She enjoyed the way his six-pack rippled with each wet swipe. Then she dropped to her knees.


He growled. “Sweet Mother of God.”


As she received her first up-close-and-personal look at his cock, she couldn’t believe how…big it was. Yeah, she’d felt it inside her, but Colt had pretty much kept her hands off his junk. Mr.


Chivalrous hadn’t allowed her to put a condom on him at all last night. Or in the shower this morning. He’d slipped one on and hoisted her against the tiled wall as she’d been trying to gather her wits after her second water-pik-induced orgasm.


India looked up at him. “Packin’ some serious heat there, cowboy.”


He blushed. Colt McKay actually blushed. “I-I—”


“I’m not complaining.” Keeping her eyes on his, she licked all the caramel from the head. “I’m not complaining at all.”


“Goddamn that feels good.”


“Why don’t we quit talking so I can get to the really good part.