Gone Country (Rough Riders #14)(37)

Then he spun her and pushed her against the side of the house, his wet mouth suckling strongly on her nipples, moving back and forth, squeezing her breasts as his tongue licked and laved the tips, and driving her insane with need.


Clamping her palms on his head, she stopped those deep sucks that made her breasts ache, and tilted his face up to look in his eyes. “Gavin. Please.”


“One step ahead of you.” He fished the condom out of his pocket and held it between his teeth as his fingers worked his belt. The sound of his zipper was loud in the still air. His jeans and boxers hit the pavement. He ripped open the package and rolled the latex down. His hands were on her ass and he panted, “Hang tight,” in her ear.


A little squeak escaped as Gavin picked her up and pressed her back against the siding. Rough-tipped fingers followed the curve of her ass and the backs of her thighs, then the insides of her thighs.


Gavin’s mouth was attacking her neck as he maneuvered their lower halves. He bit off, “Move the skirt.”


Rielle couldn’t think straight, but somehow she yanked the material up around her waist. Immediately something brushed over the crotch of her thong.


“Jesus, you’re wet.”


She blushed.


He jerked the tiny scrap of fabric aside and took her mouth in a hungry kiss as he steadily fed his cock inside her and stopped.


Holy shit that burned. It’d been a long time. She felt Gavin shaking and then all that hardness slipped back out fully and slammed into her again.


The fabric of her thong was stretched tight across her clit, the edge rubbing perfectly on that hot spot, so by his fifth thrust, she was coming.


Rielle came in silence as Gavin kissed her crazily. Her fingers digging into the back of his neck was the only outward change, because she’d make damn sure nothing took this moment away from her.


A few more long, deep thrusts and Gavin’s body stiffened. He broke the kiss abruptly, letting his head fall forward as a long, “Fuck,” drifted from his mouth.


Breathing hard, bodies shaking, they remained locked together. Then he sweetly pressed his lips to her temple.


If they hadn’t been so still, they might not have heard, “Dad? Are you up here?”


She squirmed to be let down in case Sierra stepped onto the balcony, but Gavin rasped, “Don’t move,” directly into her ear.


Loud knocks sounded on the bathroom door and Sierra raised her voice. “Dad? People are starting to leave. You need to come say goodbye.”


Gavin didn’t move until he heard the bedroom door slam. He carefully lowered Rielle to the ground and eased out of her body.


She sucked in a sharp breath at the sudden stab of pain and Gavin finally looked at her. Guiltily.


He broke eye contact and yanked up his jeans, which he left unzipped and unbuckled because he still had to ditch the condom. “Sorry. I have to go.”


“I heard.” Keeping her head down, she fixed her thong and straightened the layers of her skirt.


“I… We’ll… Dammit. We’ll talk about this later, okay?”


Rielle nodded.


After Gavin left the bathroom, she snuck back into the room and picked up her blouse. She checked herself in the mirror in case she ran into anyone.


Yeah, try and explain why you’re coming out of Gavin’s room looking like a train wreck.


That’d feed the McKay gossip coffers for a few weeks.


Her mouth was a little puffy. Her hair a lot unruly, but besides that she didn’t look like she’d been f*cked hard and fast against the wall on her balcony.


How could the best sex of her life also be the most humiliating?


Chapter Fourteen


“I suck at sex.”


Ben stiffened at Gavin’s announcement and reined his horse to a stop. “You wanna explain that?”


This would be one of the most embarrassing discussions he’d ever had. Now that he’d brought it up, maybe he shouldn’t have. Maybe he’d freaked Ben out.


The man had been a Dom in a sex club for a decade. Chances are high he’s seen it all and done it all.


Gavin tried to get his horse to stop but the damn mare just kept moseying along.


“Gavin? Where you goin’?”


“Nowhere, but this horse won’t obey.”


Ben trotted up alongside Duchess and said sharply, “Jerk the rein back hard. She’ll think she’s in charge until you prove otherwise. Go on.”


He pulled the reins much harder than before and Duchess immediately stopped.


“See? That’s the first step of mastering her. Get her to do exactly what you want with a combination of firmness and praise.”


Gavin had a strange feeling Ben wasn’t only talking about horses. “Thanks.”


“So, back to your comment. Did some chick say you were bad in bed or something?”


“Not exactly.”


When a moment of silence passed, where Gavin couldn’t even look at Ben, Ben sighed. “You know I’m the last guy who’d pass judgment on anyone. I assume that’s why you wanna talk to me?”