Long Hard Ride (Rough Riders #1)(6)

“Because I’m sick of worrying if I tell a man what I really want out of a sexual relationship that he’ll think I’m some kind of deviant. I’m tired of dating guys who see me as their mother, or the mother of their children. Or as a nice girl who’s happy with plain-old vanilla sex once a week and doesn’t want more. I want more. I want it all. I want to do things that I’ve only read about. And I want you to teach me.”


Colby’s fingers stroked her chin, then his hand slid up her jawline to cradle her face. “Believe it or not, I understand wantin’ to break free of expectations. I can be the lover who fulfills those desires, Channing. I can push you to the limit. But I’ll warn you: I am demandin’ and I like to be in control.”


“Okay.”


“I’ve got to know you aren’t just sayin’ this. That you really mean it.


That you can handle what I’ve got planned.”


She angled her head and kissed the inside of his wrist. “How can I prove it?”


“Come with me right now. Don’t ask questions and don’t argue.”


“Only if you kiss me again.”


“Why you so intent on me kissin’ you?”


“Because, shug, when we were dancing you made me so wet and hot from that kiss I nearly came all over your leg.”


Colby growled and enclosed his mouth over hers. His hot male taste filled her as he forced her lips open and thrust his slick tongue in and out. He gifted her with a grinding kiss that stole her breath and fogged her senses. He sucked her tongue, followed it up with erotic little bites of her lips. Then he retreated, making her chase his tongue back into his greedy mouth.


The kiss softened, sweetened. He explored her reactions, licking her teeth, teasing the roof of her mouth with a fleeting flick of the tip of his tongue. He slid that rough, wet velvet along the inside curve of her cheek and nibbled on her bottom lip. Pulling back to let his breath drift over the dampened spots he’d created, as he brushed soft, yet insistent kisses on the corners of her trembling mouth.


Channing whimpered. Never in her life had she been kissed like that.


Her * flooded with cream, her nipples were hard as granite, her head spun like a tornado and he hadn’t really touched her yet.


What would happen when he did? When they all did?


He stared in her dazed eyes with male heat and pride. “I cannot wait to f*ck you.” His hungry gaze zeroed in on her cleavage. “And those. But first, I’ve got a little test for you to pass. Come on.” Colby dropped ten bucks on the table to pay for the beer.


Holding his hand, she trailed behind him as they crossed the highway and into the arena parking lot. The rodeo grounds resembled an Old West ghost town. He led her to a dirty, white Dodge quad cab hooked to an enormous silver horse trailer.


Edgard and Trevor sauntered over from the corrals.


Her breath caught. Man, they were gorgeous. Edgard Mancuso, Trevor’s roping partner, was a darkly handsome Brazilian with the face of a god and the body of a gladiator. And Trevor, an all-American god in his own right, wavy blond hair, rugged looks born of his Nordic ancestry.


Her nerves kicked in. What if they didn’t want her?


“Channing. You’re lookin’ mighty fine today.”


“Thanks, Trevor.”


“What’s up, Colby?” Trevor asked.


“We’ve got a bit of a situation. As you’ve heard, Jared abandoned this little lady. She wants to stay on. I’ve agreed she can travel with us until Cheyenne…on a few conditions.”


“Which are?”


“She becomes our personal buckle bunny.”


Trevor grinned. “Sounds good so far.”


Edgard scowled at him. “We can get any woman, any time we want.


Why do we need just one?”


“Because she’s agreed to do whatever we want. And I know you guys have shied away from askin’ some of the fillies warmin’ our beds to do…certain things.”


Edgard glanced away.


“How do we know she ain’t just saying she’ll do it?”


“Good question. I thought we could test her intentions. If she agrees, and if we’re all satisfied, she’ll be goin’ with us today.”


“All three of us? Right now?” Edgard asked skeptically.


“Yeah, we’ll start with something easy. She’s new at this sort of thing.”


Channing’s blood began to race through her body with anticipation—pounding and throbbing in some places more than others.


“Whatcha got in mind, Colby?” Trevor asked.


“Let’s head into the horse trailer and I’ll tell you.”


Edgard shook his head. “I’ll sit this one out.”


The compartment in the horse trailer was bigger—and cleaner—than she’d imagined. A small living area comprised of a two-burner cook top stove, a mini-fridge, a microwave, a sink, and a table and bench seat which sat four. A metal ladder led to an area with a low hanging ceiling and a king-sized mattress. An angular tiny bathroom with a shower, sink and toilet was crammed in the far corner. The space smelled like horseflesh and leather and men.