Long Hard Ride (Rough Riders #1)(4)

“God, no.”


“Good.” Colby angled across the narrow table and repeatedly brushed the back of his knuckles over her cheek. “Run away with me, Channing.


At least until we get to Cheyenne next week.”


He’d spoken the words she’d wanted to hear. Yet, her sole focus was how the continual rasp of his rough skin on hers caused her insides to quake. Her blood to burn. Her sex to moisten.


Her breathing grew ragged when he trailed those callused fingertips down the gentle curve of her neck. He traced her collarbone with a touch as fleeting as the flutter of butterfly wings. Then he drew circles progressively lower on her chest. All while watching her reaction with his electric blue eyes.


“Naturally, there’d be conditions if I take you on.”


Oh yeah. She’d agree to any conditions as long as they included hot, wet, raunchy, shaking-the-rafters sex with him every single night. “You can be damn sure I’ll know exactly what I’m getting into this time before I go anywhere with you or anyone else like Jared.”


“I ain’t like Jared at all,” he scoffed.


“I know. That’s why I didn’t smack you with my purse when you showed up.”


“I still scare you, though, don’t I?”


“A little.”


“I shouldn’t. We’re more alike than you know.”


“Hmm. You think that’s why I kinda like you, cowboy?”


“Yeah. And the feeling’s mutual, shug.”


She smiled. “First things first. I can pay my own way to Cheyenne.”


Annoyance flitted across his face. “We’ll see.”


“Is there a sweetie—wife or girlfriend—baking apple pies and waiting for you on the front porch back at home?”


He shook his head. “After this summer rodeo season ends, hopefully I’ll have enough points accumulated to qualify me for the NFR in Vegas come December. If not, I oughta have enough to compete in the Dodge Circuit Finals in Pocatello in March. I’ll keep up in the points standings by goin’ to events closer to home. In the meantime I’ll be back in Wyoming to help my dad and brothers run the ranch.”


“And more likely than not I’ll be teaching on the East Coast.”


Something dark shifted in his eyes.


“Then we understand each other?” she prompted.


“For now.”


She frowned, not understanding his cryptic answer. “So, about these conditions.”


Colby studied her carefully from beneath the brim of his hat. “You’ll be in my bed.”


Her pulse fluttered. “I figured that much.”


“As well as Trevor and Edgard’s.”


Channing’s jaw dropped. “I’d be sleeping with all three of you?”


“No. You’d be f*cking all three of us, ain’t gonna be much sleepin’


involved.” Colby scooted forward, his handsome face serious, his blue eyes intent. “Forget about what other people might think, and consider what you want, Channing. What you’ve always wanted but have been denied because it’s been against those blasted rules you’ve followed.”


She swallowed hard. “I’m still listening.”


“I’m used to havin’ a different woman every night if I choose.”


“And these women you pick up have no problem being passed between the three of you?”


He grinned. “Shockin’, ain’t it? What America’s youth has come to?”


Despite the surreal conversation, she smiled at his cheeky grin.


“What do you do with these willing women?”


“Fuck them. Sometimes one on one. More often than not, two on one.


The really darin’ gals will take on all three of us at the same time.”


How did that work? Which body parts went where? Don’t ask. Act urbane. She murmured, “Really?”


Colby reached over and twined a curly brown lock around his fingers.


He tugged her closer by that hank of hair until his warm breath flowed over her cheek.


“Does that fluster you? Thinkin’ of some young, naked woman sandwiched between Trevor and me? With my cock deep in her ass and Trevor’s cock in her cunt? And if Edgard’s playin’ with us, a cock in her mouth, too. Or does that make you wet with want?”


Her vaginal walls throbbed and her clit spasmed, making her slit weep. Images of being pressed between all that hot, hard male flesh.


Being overfilled and stretched and used purely for pleasure? Hadn’t she secretly fantasized about that very scenario? Giving up all control.


Being… taken.


A small helpless noise erupted from her mouth.


“What?” Colby asked and sat back. “Tell me what you’re thinkin’.”


“It doesn’t shock me.”


His nostrils flared. “It excites you, don’t it?”


“Yes. But, I’ve never been with two guys at once or…”