Cowgirl Up and Ride (Rough Riders #3)(72)

“You aren’t gonna wait around?”



A sheepish look crossed his face and she knew he’d used the papers as an excuse to see her. She was absurdly pleased.


“Nah.” He brushed the dust off his hat and put it back on before he headed outside.


She followed.


After she had the manila envelope in her hand, he said, “Don’t be late tonight.


Seventeen penalties is plenty to get me started,” before his rig took off in a cloud of dust.


Chapter Nineteen


AJ arrived at Cord’s house early evening to find a note taped to the door.


Strip. Lock the door. Sit by the fireplace, put on the blindfold and wait. No talking.


Oh man. What did he have in store for her?


She’d anticipated he’d want her naked as soon as possible, so she’d worn a summer sun dress—easy on, easy off, no bra, no panties. After she was naked, she paraded into the living room. The coffee table had been shoved against the far wall, leaving the big area rug empty.


The sitting area directly in front of the fireplace grate was constructed of slabs of slate. Despite the hot day, that dark rock never heated, so she knew it’d be like sitting on a block of ice on her bare ass. Still, she did it and slipped the neckerchief over her eyes.


While AJ waited in absolute silence, she listened to the sounds of the house. The chimes on the porch. The wind rattling the rafters. The whir of the ceiling fan. The hum of the refrigerator. In the distance she heard the horses neighing and the answering low moos of the cattle.


She inhaled slowly and deeply to counteract her racing heart. AJ smelled bacon and laundry soap and Windex and sage. And Cord.


Then she heard his bare feet shuffling across the wood floor. Muffled by the rug.


Closer. Closer. She swallowed hard when the footsteps stopped.


“Your penalties for tonight include no talkin’ unless I say so. Which also means you don’t get to argue with me. So let’s get started right away. Hold out your right hand.”


She did. A drop of something landed on her finger.


“Rub your fingertips together.”


She smeared the slickness, like oil or K-Y around the pad of her thumb and index finger.


“Kick your heels out but make sure you’re still balanced on the hearth. I wanna see your *.”


A strange feeling unfurled as she did as instructed, even as her cheeks burned: one set with cold, one with heat.


“Touch yourself. Show me how you make yourself come.”


Her mouth opened to protest and she remembered the no talking rule.


“You’re learnin’. Move them fingers down to that juicy pink *.”


AJ tentatively stroked from her clit down a few times, worried what would happen if she couldn’t come on his command.


“Just you and me here, baby doll. Don’t be embarrassed. Tease me. Make me wish it was my fingers gettin’ you off. Give me a show that’ll make my dick harder.”


With his encouragement, she lost some of her fear and pushed her middle finger into her *. She pumped that long digit in and out, getting it good and wet, using the bony section of her thumb to grind into her clit. When her finger was slick enough, she slid it up to her clit and rubbed. Lord that felt good, even when she did it to herself.


“So sexy. Keep goin’.”


Knowing he watched her was a complete turn on. She rubbed directly on that little nub and thought of Cord stroking his cock at the same time. Not allowing himself to come until she did. AJ bit her lip. So close. She tweaked her nipple hard with her free hand while she rubbed short strokes on her clit and that did it. She came with a low moan.