Long Hard Ride (Rough Riders #1)(59)

Drenched in sweat, breathless, it wasn’t enough. For either of them.


After Colby had come again, he withdrew his still hard cock from her swollen *. He pressed his mouth to her throat. “Take the condom off.”


Once Channing had removed it, he used his powerful thighs to change the angle of her hips.


“I want your ass, Channing. I want to look in your eyes as I’m f*cking you there. I want to suck your tits as you come. As you feel me coming and those tight muscles milking every hot burst. And if that’s not enough for you. I’ll do it again.” He panted against her neck, sending shivers through her. “I’ll f*ck this sweet ass with my cock as my fingers f*ck your *. I’ll keep at it until you know I’m the only man you’ll ever need.”


His words, his resolve stole her reason. “Colby, please. Enough. I know—”


“No, you don’t. God. You don’t have a clue what I need from you.


What I can give you. But I’ve got a mind to show you.”


As she tipped his face toward hers and stared into his eyes, she saw pain. Emotional pain. Real physical pain. This…possession was taking its toll on him. Channing lifted up, and guided his cock to her rear entrance. Slowly she sank down on him, reveling in how she could change his pain and his fit of temper into bliss.


And it was bliss, an unhurried surrender as she gave him every part of her body. As he climaxed, she followed right behind him, lost in the cosseted way he made her feel. Almost like love.


Colby was wrung out and crashed with utter exhaustion. Channing studied the multitude of old white scars covering most every section of his body, wanting to heal those old wounds, touching him without restriction as she watched him sleep.


But sleep was a long time in coming for her.


Chapter Sixteen


Colby wasn’t particularly surprised when he woke alone the next morning. He’d been hard on Channing. More demanding, more needy, more domineering than he’d ever been with any woman.


More of a total *, too.


Talk about trying to f*ck her into submission.


He sighed and tried to move. He winced and groaned at the lingering body aches. From his tumble off the bulls and broncs. Oh, and his tumble straight into love with Channing Kinkaid.


Damn. He had not handled that well. He needed to clean up and come clean with her before they both did something stupid and ran away from yet another set of problems. Namely how they felt so strongly about each other in such a short time. He rolled to his side and pain shot up his arm.


“Jesus f*cking Christ.”


“Ah. It lives. You need help getting down?” Edgard said from the bottom of the ladder.


Colby froze. He’d thought he was alone. Actually, he’d hoped Channing was sitting at the table, enjoying her morning coffee. Waiting for him to grovel. “Nah. I wouldn’t mind if you’d toss me a bottle of aspirin and a bottle of water.”


“No problem.”


The little fridge snicked open and shut. Edgard’s head popped up and the pain pills rattled in the plastic as they landed on the sleeping bag.


“Thanks, man,” Colby said as he reached for the proffered water bottle. “I feel like shit.”


“You still gonna ride today?”


“Hell yes.”


“I thought so. Trevor’s out exercising King. You’d better get moving.


It’s nearly eight.”


Last call for check-in time was nine. It’d probably take him at least that long to work the kinks out of his aching body, and get a fresh coat of ointment slathered on his aches and pains and wrap up his ribcage in bandages. “Is there any hot water left to shower?”


“Should be. No one else has used it this morning.”


Colby flopped back down, a bad feeling churning in his gut.


Edgard sighed. “How long’s it gonna take before you ask where she is, McKay?”


“Fine. Where is she?”


“She gathered her stuff early this morning and headed to Gemma’s.”


“What stuff?”


“Her duffel bag. Some clothes.”


Fuck. Stay cool. “What’d she say before she left?”


“She said to tell you she’d see you later.” Edgard poked his head over the edge of the bed again and studied him.


Colby snapped, “What?”


“What happened last night besides the threesome, amigo?”


“You knew about it?”


He nodded. “Trevor came looking for me after. He knew something was up with you two. He said it felt like jealousy. You wanna talk about it?”


If Colby had a problem he needed to hash out, he usually talked to Trevor, not Edgard. But as Colby had an insanely crazy jealous streak thinking about Trevor and Channing together—when Trevor was, oh, f*cking gay—maybe it was obvious he was going off the deep end where that little spitfire was concerned.


“What happened was I was a total dickhead.”


“So apologize to her.”


“I don’t know if that will be enough. Fuck. I’m not good at this kind of shit. I never know what the hell I’m supposed to do. Or say. No wonder I’m still single.” Gritting his teeth against the pain, he sat up. Talking it out never solved a goddamned thing. He changed the subject. “Where were you last night anyway?”