Long Hard Ride (Rough Riders #1)

Long Hard Ride (Rough Riders #1) by Lorelei James

“I ain’t teasin’ you. I just made my intentions clear.”


“No, you talked about your fantasies. Not your intentions.”


“That mean you think I’m all talk? I guarantee I’m not foolin’ around, Channing, darlin’.” He nuzzled her temple, tracking soft, moist kisses up her hairline and back down to her ear. He blew gently. Then he sucked all the air back out.


Channing actually felt the sharp vibration in her *. This wild man could make her sopping wet with one well-placed whisper.


“A little haughty, ain’t ya?” His fingers slipped under the hem of her shirt. Callused fingertips idly stroked the damp skin beneath the waistband of her jeans on her lower back. “I like your fire. A woman like you could burn a man up. And I’d enjoy every hot second as I went down in flames.”


Her breath caught at the eroticism in his simple words and teasing touch.


“Are you trying to see how far you can push me?”


“I suspect you’re embarrassed to admit you’d like to be pushed by me. Or tied up, trussed up, any way I want you. At my every wicked whim. And no doubt, shug, I know my way around wicked.”


Something about this straight-talking, sweet-talking man made her wild. And horny as hell.


“Colby—”


“Ssh. When you wise up to what Jared really is doin’, come talk to me before you do anything rash, okay?”


“But—”


“Promise me, Channing.”


“Okay. But why?”


“‘Cause, sweetheart, I’m dyin’ to show you what you’ve been missin’.”


Another hot burst of moisture exploded in her panties. “What about Jared?”


“Yeah, what about me, mate?” Jared said.


She wheeled around guiltily. Crap. Jared lurked less than two feet away, his hands rested accusingly on his lean hips, as he glared at them.


Colby released her and retreated. “Nothin’. You’re a lucky fella, that’s all.” He tipped his hat to Channing and winked. “Thanks for the dance.


See you around. Remember what I said.”


Channing watched Colby until he disappeared out the side door, a predatory cowgirl hot on his boot heels.


Jared snagged her hand and jerked her into an awkward embrace.


“What were you and King Cheese yapping about?”


“Nothing really.”


“You should watch out for him and his buddy, Trevor. Nasty pair, those two.”


“What makes you say that?”


Jared tromped on her toe as he twirled her sideways. “Haven’t you seen the way the lasses gather around them? Not that I begrudge the blokes for taking their pick of *, but crikey. What they expect those chippies to do with not one, but both of them? At the same time?”


What would it feel like, writhing between two hard male bodies? Two sets of rough-skinned hands touching her. Two hot, hungry mouths, kissing, tasting, licking, tormenting every bared inch of her quivering flesh. Two big cocks demanding entrance into her body.


“You listening to me?”


“So, how have you seen them doing…things with one woman?”


“Well, yeah. They don’t hide it. Ask anyone what they done last year behind the chutes in Cheyenne.” He leaned in so she heard the full account. “They had this young chickie stretched out naked over a stack of saddles. Hands tied behind her back with a piggin’ string. A bandana covering her eyes.”


“Was she there willingly?”


He snorted. “Those kind of women always are.”


“What were they doing to her?”


“Using her like a blow-up toy. She was sucking Trevor’s cock as Colby nailed her from behind. Then they’d switch, like some kinda Chinese fire drill. Laughing, carrying on. They’ve no shame, either of them. No respect for women either, if you ask me. Then joking afterwards about that being the proper way to ‘break in a new saddle’.” His gaze narrowed. “Why? Did that cheese head proposition you?”


I wish. “Umm. No.”


“Good. Stay away from their other traveling partner, Edgard.


Something about that bloke rubs me the wrong way.”


Jared’s foul mood required an abrupt switch in the conversation.


“Guess what? I won the wet T-shirt contest.”


“As you bloody well should have. You’ve got fantastic tits, love.”


Jared’s hand snaked up her belly. He yanked up the damp shirt and cupped her bared left breast.


Channing squirmed. “Hello? We’re in public.”


“So?”


“So, if you want to maul me, let’s go back to the room.” She tugged the shirt down to cover her belly.


“Ah. I see. You can flash these titties to the whole bar, but the minute I want to touch them, they’re off-limits? Crikey, I could’ve stayed in the Outback and gotten that attitude.”