Cowgirl Up and Ride (Rough Riders #3)(104)

“Go upstairs and wait on the bed for me.” He stood and helped her to her feet, watching shamelessly as her breasts bounced, her ass shook and her shiny blonde hair swayed across the middle of her back when she climbed the stairs buck-assed nekkid.


Chapter Twenty-seven


It was difficult to stretch out on the bed with her wrists tied behind her back, but AJ


managed.


Why wasn’t she seeing red at his high-handed behavior?


Because maybe high-handed means he cares about you.


Right. It meant he cared that she was a sexual plaything willing to flesh out his darkest fantasies.


She could work with that.


AJ closed her eyes and ran her tongue around the inside of her smooth lips. He hadn’t been kidding about showing her his dominant side. Not that she minded. Having him lose control, mindless for the release only she could give him, hearing tough guy Cord McKay whimper. That was powerful, knowing how thoroughly she’d pleased him.


The creak of the door startled her, but she wasn’t in any position to panic.


Cord perched on the edge of the bed close to her. Completely dressed. He smiled.


She smiled back. “Are you still mad at me for last night?”


“A little.”


“What for?”


“Mostly because you were right.” He skimmed his fingertips over her face. “You’re beautiful and vibrant and young and sweet. Everything I’m not. You don’t embarrass me, AJ. Me not wantin’ anyone to know about what we were doin’ wasn’t to protect me; it was to protect you. Some folks think it’s funny, the reputation the McKays have. It’s not.


You saw how Colt’s been behavin’. I’d never let you get caught up in it. You deserve better.”


“Cord—”


He cut off her protest with a kiss. Seemed he always did that. Seemed she always let him. But there were worse ways to elicit a subject change, in her opinion.


“Two questions, baby doll. You ever seen the movie 9? Weeks?”


She shook her head.


“You scared of water?”


“Like you throwing me in the stock tank with my hands tied like this? Yes.”


“No. I mean like takin’ a shower.”


Cord had showed up so unexpectedly she hadn’t had time to shower. Did she smell bad?



“I know that look. No, you don’t stink. I just wanna play some water games with you.”


She flashed back to the hot tub incident the night he’d meted out her penalties. After blowing him while he’d floated on the surface of the water, he’d f*cked her tits again.


Slower, longer, taking more time to arouse her by playing with her nipples and letting her suckle just the tip of his cock. Then he’d bent her over the edge, perfectly aligning her clit with a water jet and mounted her from behind like a stallion and f*cked her until she screamed her release.


“AJ,” he warned.


“And if I say no?”


“I’ll say tough shit, we’re doin’ it anyway.”


“Sorta thought you might say that.”


“Roll over. I need to untie your hands.”


He made quick work of the rope. Before she sat up, he trailed his lips down the curve of her right butt cheek, and back up the left. She tried to get up but he pushed his hand in the middle of her back and held her down.