Cowgirl Up and Ride (Rough Riders #3)(49)

No. That makes you perfect.


Shaking aside that thought, he said, “If there was a line of men outside the door waitin’ for their turns with you, maybe that’d be considered slutty behavior. However often you and I are naked together or what we do behind closed doors ain’t nobody’s business but ours, AJ.”


“That’s a relief.”


“Glad I can ease your mind on that account. Anything else?”


No answer.


“What?”


“You said there’s some other things you’re interested in trying that might be considered, well, kinky.”


An image arose of her naked. Her arms bound behind her back with his favorite bright blue nylon rope—a vivid slash of color against her pale skin. She’d be bent across a hay bale in the dim light of the barn, wearing those “f*ck me Big Daddy” high-heeled silver boots and nothing else. Her feet spread-eagled, her ripe mouth, her juicy * and the tiny rosette of her ass at the ideal level for his cock.


He’d stroke his erection as he circled her, deciding which hole to try first. She’d whimper with want, plead with her eyes, and he knew she’d love whatever he did to her.


First, he’d fist his hands in her baby soft hair and f*ck her mouth. When his cock was good and saturated with her saliva—all the lube he needed to f*ck that tiny virgin portal—he’d move behind her. Separating those pearly white ass cheeks to watch the thick head of his cock and his blood-darkened shaft disappearing into that tight, hot hole until he was buried balls deep and her untried muscles clenched around his dick like a f*cking wet dream.


“Cord? You gonna teach me what they are?”


He blinked. “Not yet. You’re already earnin’ an A-plus plus plus, baby doll, you’re surpassin’ all my expectations, but I don’t wanna do too much too soon.”


“I expect you’ll need to feed me soon. I didn’t have time to eat before I left home and I’m starved.”


When he pushed back, his sated cock slipped out easily. Lord, it turned him on to see her sex shiny-wet with the mix of their juices, knowing her * was all pink and puffy from him loving on her.


Fucking her. Get it right. No love involved here, old man.


“I’ll use the bathroom upstairs to clean up if you wanna use the one down here.”


AJ snatched her clothes and hustled down the hallway, leaving him to wonder if he’d said the wrong thing.


***


AJ scrutinized her reflection. Swollen mouth. Swollen nipples. She wiped between her legs and winced. Yep. Swollen there too. She’d brought that overwhelming show of sheer strength and power of Cord’s lovemaking on herself. Not that she had regrets.


Did he? Did he know she was crazy in love with him? Why else would he send her to Ky’s bathroom? The last two nights he’d been so thoughtful, cleaning her up.


You’re worrying too much. Cord doesn’t believe in love, he believes in lust and that’s all he’ll see when he looks at you because he can’t offer you anything else.


Cord knocked on the door. “AJ? Baby doll, you okay?”


“Yeah. Be right out.”


She used another cloth to swipe her face and neck before she put her clothes back on.


He’d slipped on a pair of jeans and a clean T-shirt. She found it incredibly intimate his feet were bare. The man rarely exposed his body or his thoughts, so maybe he was opening up to her a little. A tiny bit of hope surfaced again that she was making progress with him.