Long Hard Ride (Rough Riders #1)(12)

When she finished tidying up he softly said, “Channing.”


Those gold-flecked eyes met his. “What?”


“Get over here and kiss me.”


“But—”


“No buts. Now.” Colby’s strong fingers circled her upper arms and he hauled her across his lap. Before she opened her mouth to protest again, he swooped in for a hungry kiss.


Channing’s objection lasted less than three seconds before her hands were gripping his neck and her lithe body was plastered against his. Her mouth was welcoming, hot as sin and sweet as candy.


Colby lifted her until she straddled his lap. His hands inched up the inside of her shirt, softly stroking the trembling muscles of her belly. He loved how quickly she reacted to his every touch. He pulled his lips away a fraction and nibbled her jaw. “I wish you had on that flirty, little, yellow skirt you wore the first time I saw you.”


“Colby—”


“Then I could bunch it around your hips and pull aside your panties and stroke your sweet * without any barriers. I could get you off in less than two minutes. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, shug?”


“Mmm. So confident. Why don’t you see if you can’t get me off in two minutes through my clothes?”


“You challengin’ me?”


“You bet your tight cowboy ass I’m challenging you. Stop talking, kiss me, and put your money where your mouth is.” Channing circled her arms around his neck, balancing on her knees, giving him better access to the warm spot between her thighs. She bumped her hips against his stomach, while her eager kisses shattered his control.


This woman drove him insane with her sweetness and fire. Colby scraped his fingernail along the inside seam of her jeans, a lazy assault that made her squirm. He flicked his tongue over hers in the same languid manner, until she whimpered. When he kept his caresses simple and easy, she ripped her mouth away from his on a gasp.


“What are you doing? I think your two minutes are up.”


Colby left damp, open-mouthed kisses down the bared column of her throat. God. She smelled like wildflowers. “I’ve decided since I’m always tryin’ to beat the clock on the dirt, I ain’t gotta time myself now, or to give into your demands, greedy girl. See, now I’m thinkin’ I don’t want to rush this. I want you to feel the anticipation, so when I finally slide my cock inside you later tonight, you’ll remember how much you wanted it there.


How much you craved it.”


She whispered, “Don’t you want it?”


He tugged her face closer by a chunk of her hair until his hat brim shadowed her eyes. “I can hardly see straight, from wantin’ you, Channing. But I’ll be goddamned if you’ll take this from me because I can’t keep my hands off your tempting body. This is my show. You wanted me to be in charge, so I’m remindin’ you we’re doing this my way, understand?”


The hood thunked back into place, shaking the truck frame, breaking the intense moment. The front cab doors slammed shut as Trevor and Edgard climbed in.


Edgard groaned. “Are you guys going to be f*cking around back there all day? Because if you are, ride in the horse trailer. It’ll be damn distracting to hear your moans and smell sex as we’re trying to keep us on the road and in one piece.”


“Yeah,” Trevor chimed in. “I thought we were waitin’ until tonight for any more action?”


“Feeling left out?” Edgard asked.


“Don’t pout. It ain’t my fault you didn’t join in earlier,” Trevor shot back.


Great. Colby was acting like a *-whipped greenhorn who couldn’t think beyond getting in Channing’s pants. No way in hell would he admit that weakness to his traveling partners. Instead, he returned Channing to her side of the truck.


“Sorry. Yeah, we got carried away. You sure you don’t want me to drive? Because I’m thinkin’ me and Channing back here together, even with all our clothes on, is a bad idea.”


She snickered.


Trevor gunned the engine. “Hang on, it’s gonna be a tight turn to get out of here.”


Automatically, Colby and Edgard reached up for the handles hanging from the ceiling as Trevor whipped the big rig around.


Channing smoothed her hands down the outside of her thighs, then busied herself with compacting the trash. She leaned over the front seat.


“You guys have any junk up there that needs to be tossed out? It’s all picked up back here.”


Edgard glared at Colby. “You were making her clean up?”


“Hell, no! I didn’t make her do nothin’. Must be a woman thing, it was something she did on her own.”


“Well, someone has to do it,” she retorted.


“Gracias,” Edgard said. “I promise we’ll try a little harder to keep it tidy now that you’re bunking with us, right, amigos?”



“Sounds good to me,” Trevor said.


Channing set her chin on her forearms, which were resting along the back edge of the front seat. “How are the sleeping arrangements going to work? There’s hardly enough room in the horse trailer for two people, let alone four.”