Branded as Trouble (Rough Riders #6)(73)

Colt yanked her hips back until the lower half of her body hung off the table. Then his hot breath teased the skin behind her ear.


“You have no f*ckin’ idea how many times I’ve whacked off to this fantasy.”


“Your dick is hard again?”


“Yes. Fuck, woman, you’d tempt a eunuch.” He positioned his cock and plunged in.


“Oh God you’re good at that, McKay.”


“Glad to know you think I’m good at something.” Again, he stretched his torso across her upper back so he could whisper in her ear. “One of these times I take you from behind? I’m gonna be f*ckin’ your ass, not your *. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?


Maybe if I put a vibrator up this pretty snatch? So I’m f*ckin’ you in both places?”


She didn’t respond.


“Answer me.”


“Yes! Damn you, yes!”


“No shame in likin’ it raunchy, sugar, now hold on.”


He drove into her again and again. Slam. Retreat. Slam.


Retreat. Slam. Retreat.


The shirt stuck to her back. She wished it was just Colt’s bare skin sticking against hers.


“Only been an hour but I forgot how good this feels.”


Something niggled in the back of her head. Something else they’d forgotten.


“Close. Here it comes.”


It hit her. A condom.


“Colt, stop, we forgot a condom—”


“I can’t stop.” He pulled out. A groan escaped and she felt the heat of his ejaculate spraying her butt cheeks.


India looked over her shoulder at him. His hand still pumped his cock, but his gaze was focused entirely on her ass.


“I love these tattoos. But I gotta admit, I love seein’ my come splattered all over them.” He hugged her from behind. “Jesus that was hot.”


“Mmm-hmm. And sticky.”


“Shower. Now.”


“And then?”


“You have an idea of what you wanna do today?”


“It has to do with having something hot, and hard and fast between my legs.”


Colt nipped her earlobe and soothed the sting with a swipe of his tongue. “I’m likin’ this idea so far.”


“Cool. I brought extra protection.”


“For?”


“I’m taking you for a ride, cowboy. On my motorcycle.”


Later that afternoon, India lifted her head from Colt’s chest.


They were naked in his bed, after spending most of the day there.


She’d convinced Colt to take a ride on her bike. When they’d returned to his house, he’d ridden her. She was still a bit sweaty and a lot tired.


Colt’s fingertips idly traced her spine. “You have this cute little wrinkle by your nose that tips me off the wheels are spinning in your head.”


“Ah. I just wondered…what now? Are we still dating?”


“I believe we’ve moved beyond the dating stage to the ‘seeing’ each other stage.” Colt tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Do we really need to label this?”


“Yes.”


“Why?”


Because it scares me. “Because I don’t know what we’re supposed to do. Do we call each other and make plans? Is it a given we’ll see each other every day? Do we take turns spending the night at each other’s houses? Are we still going out and doing couple things? Or are we staying in and having sex nonstop?”