Redneck Romeo (Rough Riders #15)(59)

Her friends’ mouths nearly hit the table.


“Seventeen?” Vanessa repeated. “After as long as you’ve gone without, I’m surprised you’re not sore.”


She was a little tender. But that disappeared when Dalton put his hands on her. Or his mouth on her. Or when he looked at her with that…gleam that made her go all hot and tingly and absolutely sopping wet.


“Well, even if she is sore she can’t tell him she’s sore,” Mandie said.


“Why not?” Vanessa demanded.


“Because if she complains her lady part is chafed he’ll just want anal instead,” Mandie stated.


Rory choked on her drink.


“I wondered if part of the reason you’re not sore after having sex seventeen freakin’ times in a week is because you were taking it up the ass.”


“Seriously, Mandie. What. The. Hell.”


“What? No butt sex for you yet?”


“No!”


“He’s gonna want it. Soon probably.” Mandie’s voice dropped to a whisper. “My advice? Lots of lube.”


“I cannot believe we’re having this conversation.” She really couldn’t. She and her mom had never discussed sex beyond the you’re going on the pill conversation when Rory had left for college. She’d never wanted to hear about Addie and Dalton doing the nasty. Ditto for Addie and Truman. All the women in her office were much older and married. So she’d never swapped sex stories, tips, dos and don’ts, how tos with girlfriends until she’d started hanging out with these two. And up until last week, she’d had nothing to share. Her sex life with Dillon had been pathetic with a capital P. So she couldn’t wait to share the juicy tidbits.


Dalton is a little touchy about his previous reputation as a horndog manwhore. He wouldn’t like you blabbing to your friends about his studly moves in the sack.


The booze kicked in and the he-done-me-wrong girl inside her shouted tough shit. But when Rory opened her mouth to tell all about the size and shape and amazing tricks performed by Dalton’s wonder dick…nothing came out.


Because you know it’s wrong.


Tempting to drown her stupid conscience in half a dozen martinis and see if it still functioned properly.


“You got really quiet and then you looked like you were about to share something juicy,” Vanessa said.


“No. I just wondered how Mandie knows so much about anal sex.”


Mandie drained her martini and signaled for another. “I think Rory’s right. We oughta talk about something else.


After Rory returned to Dalton’s house from the bar, he dragged her back to bed and thoroughly f*cked her in that slow and sweet way she craved because he did it so well.


So she was naked, sprawled on her stomach, the sheet twisted around her feet, basking in the afterglow. Happier than she could remember being in a long time.


Is that all it takes to make you happy? Sexual attention from a man who’d keep you tied to his bed all day and night until he gets tired of you?


Whoa. Where had that come from?


Dalton trailed his fingers up and down her spine. Then he’d randomly kiss spots on her body. The ball of her shoulder was the winner of that soft kiss. “I love bein’ with you like this,” he said.


“What? Naked, spent and sweaty?”


“Yes, but not just that.” He brushed her hair away from her neck. “In our own little world.”


Ooh. That was a sweet, melt-her-heart thing to say.


Sex-drunk and a little martini-drunk, you’d melt if he recited an ode to the pockmarks on your ass.


True.


“That was a heavy sigh. Something wrong?”


Yes. I’m pretty sure I left my backbone at home next to Jingle’s rawhide treats. “No. Not really.”


“That didn’t sound very convincing, sugarplum. I don’t want to pester you to talk to me, but I will.”


“Pester,” she said with a snort. “Nice way of saying you’ll be a pushy bastard until I crack.”


“So save me the trouble and tell me.”


“Can we cool it on the sex for the rest of the night?”


His eyes darkened with concern. “Did I hurt you?”


“No. But I am a little sore from excessive use.”


“That’s because I can’t get enough of you. But I will back off.” Dalton kissed her shoulder again. “So, you had a good time with your friends tonight?”


“Mmm-hmm. They gave me shit for being late. And because of that our conversation turned to sex.” She groaned. “That’s actually a cliché, three single women in a bar, sipping martinis, dissing on sex.”


“What’d you give as a reason for bein’ late?”


“That you’re an insatiable stud. Then Mandie went off on this tangent about anal sex. She pretty much guaranteed that if we were having sex this much you’d want that soon.”


Dalton’s fingers stopped moving.


“Is that true?”