Cowboy Casanova (Rough Riders #12)(114)

“I met Quinn. He’s…reserved.”


“Only around people he doesn’t know.”


She blinked at him. “He doesn’t know his family? Because he hasn’t said much to them

either.”


He shrugged. “It’s always been that way with us.”



“Do you two talk at all when you’re working together?”


“Sure. If something needs said. But neither one of us jaws on and on just to fill the

silence.” He let his arm dangle by hers. “What enlightening things did you learn

about other McKays?”


A panicked look crossed her face. “I’ll never keep the names straight. I asked your

cousin…Keely? If they’d developed a smart phone app for the family tree. I was

kidding but her husband seemed serious about it.”


He leaned closer. “To be honest, I’d buy one. Then I’d have a reference point for

each new baby and that baby’s siblings. I think I called Colby’s second boy the wrong

name for the better part of a year.”


Ainsley laughed softly.


“God I love to hear you laugh.”


“Ben.”


“Ainsley.”


“Don’t look at me like that.”


“I can’t help it. I’ve been thinking about the first thing I’m gonna do to you

after I peel off that sexy skirt. It makes your ass look amazing, by the way.”


Her gaze fell to his mouth and she licked her lips. “What idea is winning?”


“It’s a tie right now between smacking your ass until you come, or f*cking it until

you come.”


“I can’t believe you said that. Here in your mother’s house, with all your relatives

within earshot.”


His smile held no guilt whatsoever. “But I didn’t hear you sayin’ no.”


Ainsley cocked her head, acting coy. “Because I’m trying to decide which option holds

more appeal for me, Bennett. Not that you’d give me a say.”


Without breaking eye contact, Ben reached for her hand and squeezed before releasing

it. “I’ll give you a say, but there is a condition.”


“Which is?”


“We leave right f*cking now.”


Her hazel eyes heated to a molten gold. Those ripe lips curled into a smirk. “I am

feeling tired, now that you mention it.”


It took ten minutes to say goodbye, and Ben knew he’d missed people. If it’d been up

to him, they would’ve just left, but Ainsley was too polite for that.


Once they were finally in his truck, he said, “Straight to my place?”


“My car is still at the community center. I need to get it and I’ll follow you out.”


He kept hold of her hand, absentmindedly running his thumb over her knuckles. He’d

thought the simple touch would soothe him, would lessen his overwhelming need to pull

his truck over and f*ck her blind. But it only made him more impatient. He shifted in

his seat, trying to combat the pressure from his jeans on his already hard cock. Trying

to combat the pressure inside himself he didn’t quite understand.


He’d been with her last night. Pushing her limits. Mixing it up. Not holding back on