Cowgirl Up and Ride (Rough Riders #3)(44)

Cord half-listened to his parents discussing the purchase of the Foster place. Yeah, it was exciting to transition from leasing the prime grazing land to owning the whole kit and caboodle. The amount they’d offered Florence meant they’d have to borrow money from the bank to cover the associated costs. Usually that sort of financial issue concerned Cord, but he couldn’t seem to focus beyond the thought of AJ taking the penalty he planned to mete out.


To hear her talking so boldly…it’d been more than he could stand. She about got her first lesson right there against the fence.


Luckily his folks chalked up his distraction to worry, which was fine by him. Better that than them seeing how desperately he wanted little Amy Jo Foster naked, tied up, trussed up, at his every wicked whim, right there in public—to hell with any kind of decorum.


Chores kept him from going crazy the last few hours.


Cord sipped his beer and messed with the recording on the TV screen. He heard her tires crunch on the driveway and he couldn’t help but grin with anticipation.


AJ knocked. He yelled, “It’s open.”


The screen door slammed and she stood in front of him looking sexy and…wary.


“Evenin’, baby doll. You’re late.”


“I thought you’d be happy to hear that my chat with Jenn went well and she’s agreed to take over caretaking duties when she gets home from work.”


“Which leaves you where?”


“Here. Starting at around 6:00 every night.”


“It’s 7:00 right now. Where you been?”


Two spots of color dotted her cheekbones. “I told you.”


“You owe me an extra hour. Now c’mere and kiss me.”


Her face relaxed. She bent down to brush her mouth across his. Not in a teasing manner, but tentative.


Cord kept the kiss easy. When AJ began to get more demanding, he backed off. “Did you shut the front door?”


“No.”


“Go shut it, make sure it’s locked and come back here.”


By the time she returned he’d finished the beer. “Take off your clothes. I wanna see nothin’ but that gorgeous bare skin.”


Her fingers started at her throat and worked the buttons on the sleeveless blouse until it fluttered open revealing a bra the color of sun-ripened peaches. Pop pop pop and the fly of her jeans showed a slice of skin and matching peach panties. She shimmied the jeans to the floor and stopped.


“There a problem?” he asked.


“N-no. I just didn’t know if you meant completely naked.”


“I did.”


AJ’s whole body flushed a rosy pink as she stripped. Her platinum hair fell across her face, obscuring her expression.


“Baby doll, look at me.”


She tipped her head up and met his gaze.


“Come sit on my lap.”


“Aren’t you gonna take your clothes off first?”


Cord shook his head. He patted his thighs.


She tried to sit sideways with her left hip pressed to his, but Cord reversed her so her ass was nestled against his groin. “Relax.” He positioned his hands on the inside of her knees and urged them open.


AJ obediently stretched out at his command, but she was strung tight as a new roll of baling twine.


He stroked his hands down the outside of her legs.