Cowgirl Up and Ride (Rough Riders #3)(81)

Immediately Cord expelled a groan and began to lick and suck, not in his usual, forceful way, but with as much languor as he’d kissed her mouth.


Witnessing the sheer joy on his face as he suckled, feeling him gliding deep—


touched something inside her. Every rapid inhalation of the air in the cab filled her lungs with the scent of him. Of them. Of dust, hot sage, wool seat covers, sunshine and home.


A bead of moisture zigzagged down her chest and Cord lapped at it, following the wet line back to the source behind her ear.


He whispered, “Need it faster, baby doll. Let’s move from a canter to a trot.”


She rocked her hips more briskly, gripping the headrest above Cord’s head. Each downstroke ground her clit against his pelvic bone and she moaned in complete abandon.


“Such sexy noises. Arch back. I wanna watch your face as I make you come.”


Cord cupped her breasts and squeezed, latching on to the right tip as his thumb scraped across the left.


The swirling sensation in her groin gathered momentum and the next wave catapulted AJ over the edge. She closed her eyes, losing her sanity as the pulses in her nipples synchronized to the deep pulses inside her.


He rolled his pelvis, his hands clamped her ass and he thrust hard three times. Cord hid his face in her hair, his groan a husky rasp of pleasure.


They stayed plastered together until their breathing evened out. “You fit me so damn good. Maybe we could just nap like this for awhile.”


“Last time we napped together, I woke up at five a.m. I don’t particularly want old Sheriff Comas finding us naked. Old guy might have a heart attack.”


“True. And I do have chores to finish.” His mouth grazed the inside of her arm. “I’m gonna miss you tonight.”


She peeled her body from his. “Is that what this was about? Needed a little nookie to get through the lonely night, Cord?”


“No. That nookie wasn’t because I needed TLC, AJ, it was because you needed it.”


Her eyes swam with tears.


“Hey now. None of that.” Cord soothed her, raining soft kisses on her face and gentle caresses on her body.


Finally he lifted her off his softened cock. He yanked his jeans back up, zipped and buckled.


While he left the cab to climb back into the driver’s seat, AJ grabbed her capris, bra and shirt and dressed.


How had Cord known her mood? Known exactly that she’d needed tenderness and understanding?


“Baby doll, you okay?”


“Yeah. Have you heard from Colt?”


“Dad has him workin’ someplace else. Don’t know where. I do know what Ma and Aunt Kimi found at the Boars Nest made ’em madder than wet hens: excessive empty condom wrappers and liquor bottles. They said it would’ve been easier to set fire to the house than to clean it.”


Cord turned into the driveway leading to her home. “First Ma sent Dag back to Uncle Harland’s. Then she left an angry message on Colt’s cell. Colt blew a gasket, railin’ about invasion of privacy and so forth. It was another ugly scene and now Dad’s pissed ’cause Colt made Ma cry. Probably a good thing Carter didn’t come with Macie.”


“Why, because you think Carter’s a Mama’s boy and her crying would piss him off?”


“No. Carter would try to reason with Colt first. Then he’d use his fists. When Colby catches wind that Colt beat on another brother, hurt Ma and pissed Dad off, well, I ain’t sure Colby wouldn’t kill Colt outright.”