Cowboy Casanova (Rough Riders #12)(20)

was on her knees, hands secured behind her back while her partner twisted his hands in

her hair and slid his cock in and out of her mouth. Pausing to trace the outline of her

lips with the tip, then gliding back in. He varied the pace, which caused the woman to

groan in disappointment when he only teased her lips.


“You wanna stay and watch this one?” Bennett murmured in her ear.


Yes please. “Ah. No. Why?”


“Because you stopped.”


The warmth of his chest heated her spine from the top of her butt to her shoulders and

she wanted to rest her body against his fully.


Do it. He’s yours to command for the night, isn’t he?


The millisecond she eased back, Bennett’s hands circled her hips, bringing their

bodies closer. “I like the feel of you,” he murmured.


No one seemed to care they were watching this guy’s blowjob. In fact, two other

couples joined. One man played with his woman’s breasts, murmuring in her ear while

she writhed against his groin. The other woman fell to her knees, ripping open her

partner’s jeans and greedily stuffing his dick in her mouth.



Ainsley turned her head slightly, drawing in the clean scent of Bennett’s skin. “Want

to takes bets on who finishes first?”


His low chuckle vibrated down her neck.


The first guy rammed his cock fully into his woman’s mouth. His eyes locked to hers as

he rasped, “Baby, I love how you do this to me every time.”


Okay. Ainsley could admit that was pretty hot. And maybe watching it got her a little

hot.


Bennett gently tugged her away from the scene. “There’s more to see. Come on.”


“How big is this place?”


“Not very, compared to other clubs. There are two public rooms, not counting the main

bar and lounge area, and nine private rooms. At other clubs, where the members are

heavily into all the trappings of the lifestyle, the wait for a public room is long.

Here, the private rooms always fill up first.”


She had a million questions she couldn’t ask because Bennett assumed she’d been in

places like this before.


The hallway divided. He waited for her to choose a direction.


Don’t be a mouse. Be a…cougar.


Ainsley boldly looked at his crotch then back up at his face. “So, Bennett. Did you

dress left or right tonight?”


His blue eyes heated. “Left. Or maybe it was right. Wanna double-check?”


She managed a laugh. “Maybe later. For now, I’ll go with your first answer.” She

started down the hallway, but stopped at the first open room.


The redhead from the bar was naked except for four inch silver stilettos. Draped over a

padded bench, ropes secured her arms, her ass was sticking up in the air, and her legs

were split wide enough that Ainsley could see the woman’s vulva. From back here. In

living color.


She ducked out of sight.


Bennett stepped in front of her, blocking her retreat. “Problem?”


“I didn’t want to interrupt. It looked ah…private.”


“Nope. This is a public scene. And it just started, so we’re in luck.”


“But—”