Branded as Trouble (Rough Riders #6)(82)

“Good answer, sugar. Another time we’ll explore that secret kink. With a paddle. Maybe a ridin’ crop. Definitely my hand.”


India shuddered.


“It is punishment not to lick you where you most want my tongue, bad girl.” He nuzzled the back of her head. “I should f*ck you and not let you come, since you already got off tonight without me, but makin’ you come gets me off. Lower your chest to the mattress and leave your ass in the air.”


She set the side of her face on the bed and stretched her arms above her head.


“Brace yourself.” Colt kneed her stance wider, tilted her hips and plunged in. His withdrawal was fast. His returning stroke was fast. As fast and hard as he liked.


His selfishness shouldn’t be a turn-on, but it was. Normally he was an incredibly generous lover. India closed her eyes and let his need wash over her.


Slam. Slam. Slam. Slam. Slam. The slap of his skin against hers as she listened to his choppy breathing had her clenching around his cock. That familiar pulsing sensation rippled through her deepest tissues, sending her straight over the edge into a short orgasm.


Colt’s hips pistoned faster. His fingers squeezed her ass and he began to come. “Fuck. Fuck.”


India craved that burst of male heat inside her, not trapped in a condom. She wanted to stand up and see his seed trickling out of her sated and swollen sex.


“God, woman, the things you do to me.”


After he pulled out, India collapsed on the bed. Vaguely she heard the toilet flush. The rustle of his clothes. Then his yummy scent surrounded her.


“Mmm. Can you stay and punish me some more since I tricked you?”


“No.” He kissed the tattoo between her shoulder blades and tucked the covers under her chin.


“Next time, if you’re missin’ me just ask me to come over, okay? Because if it happens again, I will spank your ass good and red for pickin’ a fight. Sweet dreams.”


Chapter Seventeen


Lovers Week Three


“Oh yeah, baby, right there.”


“Colt, will you shut up?” India hissed.


“Can’t. It feels too goddamn good.”


“People are staring at us.”


“Let ’em. Harder.” He arched his neck. “Like that. Goddamn you’ve got magic fingers, Indy.”


“That’s it. I’m done.”


“No! Please. Don’t stop.”


India wrapped her hands around the shopping cart handle and pushed to the frozen food section.


Within thirty seconds Colt came up behind her, curling his hands and his body over hers. “What’s wrong?”


“Don’t ever ask me to rub your neck in the grocery store again.”


“Why? It wasn’t like you had your hand on my dick.”


“I might as well have with the ‘oh baby’ porn noises you were grunting.”


He nipped her earlobe and licked the sting, brushing his lips to the center of her ear. “And to think I didn’t utter a sound last night when you gave me a handjob at the movies.”


“Colt—”


“It was hot as hell, havin’ your buttery fingers strokin’ my cock. I had to clench my ass cheeks together when your thumb rubbed the sweet spot below the head. I was so f*ckin’ hard, India.


You did that to me. You do that to me.”