Long Hard Ride (Rough Riders #1)(72)

“Say it.”


Channing shook her head, wanting to distract him with her hands.


Her mouth. Anything. But she was totally under his control.


“Say it. Say you’re mine.”


She found her voice. “Why?”


“Because you are mine and you’ll damn well admit it. Say it.”


“I can’t.”


“You can. You will. Say you belong only to me.”


“Damn you, Colby. Why are you doing this?”


“You needed a reminder, remember? Say it.”


The repetition of his words say it say it was stuck in her head. The repetition of his body plunging in and out of hers stuck her pleasure center like a thousand needles.


“Say it. Say you’re mine.”


“No.”


“Say it. I won’t stop f*cking you. We’ll be here in this bed, locked together until you admit to me out loud what I see in your eyes, Channing Kinkaid. What I feel in your body whenever I touch you. So say the words to me so I can say them back to you.”


Was she prepared to give in to him? Especially when he hadn’t clarified if he meant that she belonged to him only for the rest of the night? Or did he mean forever?


Maybe she should take a chance and find out.


Channing locked her gaze to his. “I’m yours.”


Fire danced in his eyes. He set his jaw and rocked into her harder.


“Again.”


“I’m yours.”


“Again.”


“Yours.” That tingling pressure for release began to build low in her belly.


“Whose? Say my name.”


“Colby.”


Sweat dripped down his temple. “Who do you belong to?”



“You. Colby McKay.”


“Goddamn right you belong to me.”


She arched her hips, wordlessly begging for more.


Colby f*cked her with a ferocity that left her breathless. Helpless.


Like nothing else that had ever happened to her before that moment mattered. Staring into his heated blue eyes, she saw his determination.


His need. His discipline of possession. His utter obsession with her. But she didn’t see love.


“Colby—”


“Mine.” He thrust hard. “Mine.” Another pounding thrust that knocked the bed frame into the wall. “Only mine, Channing. I’ll kill the next man who so much lays a hand on what’s mine.”


The orgasm caught her off guard like a summer storm and burst through her with the elemental power of lightning and thunder.


Colby didn’t yell out his release or miss a stroke as he came silently.


She felt the hot bursts of semen inside her * and then warm liquid seeped out from where they were still joined.


He simply said, “Again. Another reminder so you don’t forget.”


Colby had taken her at her word; they’d f*cked it out. He f*cked her until the pleasure was too much, until her body shuddered and quaked, until her brain overloaded on bliss and she passed out in his arms.


Chapter Twenty


Channing woke up. Naked. She rolled over and groaned.


Colby’s side of the bed was rumpled and empty, except for the ticket on the pillow and a note, which read:


Today, we talk it out. C U after the perf. Love, CWM


She glanced down her nude body, expecting another set of his marks of passion. She saw none. They were all internal. Mental. But definitely permanent.


After a quick shower she gathered her stuff and headed for Gemma’s campsite. She opened the door and a swell of heat blasted her. It’d be blistering hot in Cheyenne today.


As she turned around, Channing bumped into Carson McKay, who wasn’t exactly thrilled to see her sneaking out of Colby’s room.


“Umm. Morning, Mr. McKay.”


His eyes narrowed to pinpoints. “Hey. I know you. You’re that friend of Gemma Jansen. A friend of Colby’s, too.” Carson gave her a once-over.


“You mind tellin’ me what you’re doin’ slinkin’ out of my son’s room?”


Her first thought was to lie.


Carson stared her down. Letting his gaze wander to the love bites on her neck Colby had given her that hadn’t faded yet. Judging her.


Appearing to find her lacking. Just like her own father. Just like everyone else in her old life.


Her back snapped straight. “Your son invited me into his room. You can ask him what we were doing, but since he’s a gentleman, I doubt he’ll kiss and tell.”


No response from Colby’s father. Just another cold hard stare.


“You’re wastin’ your time with him. I know my son. He ain’t—”


“Maybe you don’t know your son as well as you think. And if he chooses to waste his time with me, then I don’t see how it is any of your business. Now, if you’ll excuse me.” Somehow she managed to walk away instead of running like a scared rabbit.