Cowboy Casanova (Rough Riders #12)(126)

A weirdly shaped cat straight out of a Dr. Seuss book that’d been in his scrap pile

because he hadn’t figured anyone would want it.


Wrong.


His cat-loving sub had gotten all choked up and thrown herself into his arms, peppering

his face with smooches, muttering about his sweetness and talent to such an extent that

Ben had to kiss her just to shut her up.


The kisses caught fire. Wasn’t long before they were rolling around on the floor

laughing, Ainsley unsuccessfully jockeying for a dominant position.


Clothes flew and they went at it right on the floor in front of the wood burning stove.

He pinned her arms above her head and wrapped her legs around his waist and he drove

into her. Looking at her face as the pleasure crashed over her. Burying his face in her

neck as pleasure consumed him. Being roused from that happy place by her hands stroking

his hair and his back. Damn that felt nice. He oughta leave her hands free more often.


“You know how I never want to talk afterward?”


“Really? No. I’d never noticed that.”


Ainsley drummed her heels into his butt. “I’m serious.”


“Okay. I’m listening.”


“The reason why I don’t want to talk is because I don’t want to dissect whatever

barrier of mine you’ve breached. I just want to bask in the way you make me feel.

Because no matter how we get to that point, with cuffs or ropes or just by your

command, it’s always exactly what I need. I don’t know how you know that much about

me, Ben, in the short amount of time we’ve been together. I’m just really glad you

do.”


He wasn’t expecting that. She’d surprised him for the fifth time in so many hours. “

You’re welcome. And I don’t push you to talk to be a pain, I do it so I know for sure

I haven’t caused you pain. You’re new to this and I can be rough.”


“Well, I’d tell you if you were being too rough. But I’m a lot sturdier than you

give me credit for.”


“Before I forget to say it, thanks for comin’ over and dragging my broody ass out of

the woodshed.” He pecked her on the lips. “Thanks for makin’ that taco thing for

supper.” He gave her another peck. “Thanks for letting me win at Wheel of Fortune

again.” And another soft smooch. “Thanks for the boost to my ego for loving that

ugly-ass cat I carved.” He dove in for an openmouthed kiss that ramped his need back

up and made her squirm beneath him. “And thanks for the spectacular blowjob.”


Ainsley eased back and frowned. “But I didn’t give you a blowjob.”


“You haven’t…yet.”


Chapter Twenty-One


Ben was financially f*cked.


His big payment for the last furniture order hadn’t come through. But it wouldn’t

have mattered anyway. After he did a quick calculation, figuring out how much money he

’d need to buy Rielle out, not just pay down her debt, he realized he needed a shit

ton more cash.


He refused to admit to Tell and Dalton he didn’t have enough to fund his third. He

couldn’t go to Quinn for the money, because Quinn and Libby weren’t living high on

the hog and Quinn wouldn’t approve of their method of trying to secure the land