Cowboy Casanova (Rough Riders #12)(174)

Her * muscles clamped down around the vibrator, increasing the intensity of the

pressure against her clit. A long wail poured from her mouth.


She fell flat on the mattress, after he withdrew the vibrator, her body trembling

violently. She closed her eyes, vaguely aware of the gentle tugging of the plug from

her ass. She wanted to beg him not to leave, but her tongue and lips weren’t

responding.


Chains rattled and she was rolled to her back. She couldn’t make her eyes open. Her

arms were useless. A determined pair of hands pushed her thighs apart. Hot kisses

seared her belly. A warm mouth followed the edge of her ribcage and outlined the lower

swell of her breasts. Soft suckling and delicate licks on her nipples brought about her

contented sigh.


His mouth snared hers in a kiss as he eased his cock inside her, filling her with one

smooth stroke. Realizing just how boneless she was, he brought her legs around his

waist.


When his cock nudged her cervix, her lower half bowed off the mattress.


His lips clung to hers with sweet, sweet kisses. “I need to feel you wrapped around me

like this. Let me have you. Let me have you like this forever.”


Ainsley managed a soft, “Yes,” and arched her neck for him in a show of full

submission.


Then his weight disappeared from her body. His scent vanished. She opened her eyes and

found herself alone. “Bennett? Where are you?”


His voice came out of nowhere, but it was everywhere. “Gone.” A ghostly breeze

drifted across her face. “Too late. I’m already gone.”


Ainsley woke up sobbing, “No,” over and over with an acute sense of loss.


She threw back the covers and patted the mattress as if she’d find Ben there.


But he wasn’t.


And that’s always when she woke up.


Chapter Thirty


Late Sunday afternoon, Ben had just racked up the balls to shoot another game of pool—

by himself, how pathetic—when his dogs started barking. By the time he reached the

door to check out the ruckus, he was looking through the door into his brother’s

faces. Quinn, and Chase, with Gavin behind them. And off to the left, Dalton.


He had a bad feeling about this. He quieted the dogs. “Did someone die?”


Quinn shook his head and came inside.


Ben asked, “Did I forget I was throwing a party?”


Chase shook his head and came inside.


“Is this about the sale of the Wetzler place?” Ben asked.


Gavin shook his head and came inside.


But Ben blocked Dalton from coming in. “Did you do this?”


Dalton gave him a somber look. “Yes.”


“Who else did you tell?”


“Just them.” Dalton shouldered past and Ben let him.


No words were exchanged as outerwear was discarded. Everyone wandered to the TV area

instead of the bar.


Ben’s heart thundered in his temples. He felt his cheeks burning as he joined them,

sitting in the chair furthest away from his family.


“So, Dalton, you gonna tell us why we’re here? And why you think Ben needs an

intervention?” Quinn asked.


Dalton wiped his hands on his jeans. When he realized the action hinted at nerves, he