Rode Hard, Put Up Wet (Rough Riders #2)(14)

“Cash?” Her voice was strangely subdued.


“I’m here, hang on.” He angled across her back, kissing the lovely curve of her neck as he reached for the box of condoms he’d set on the table. He ripped a package open and rolled the latex down his stiff cock.


“Wait. I want to touch you.”


“Next time. Been a long time for me, and you’re so damn sexy.” He noticed her body had tensed and he whispered kisses down her spine. “Come on, sweets, spread your legs for me. Yeah. Just like that. Hold tight.”


Gemma’s arms stretched until her fingers curled around the opposite edge of the table.


Holding her hips with one hand, he aligned his cock and slid into her slick heat an inch at a time. He closed his eyes, savoring the moment he’d been dreaming of for two long years.


When he was fully seated within her, she arched up. “Oh. That feels good. More.


Don’t stop.”


“Yeah?” He withdrew slowly and slammed home three times. “How ’bout like this?”


She moaned. “Just like that. The harder the better.”


Cash glanced down. Damn, but it was sexy as hell, watching his dick tunneling in and out of her hot *. As he pounded into her, he snaked his hand around, placing the heel of his palm on the rise of her pubic bone. His middle finger found her clit and he stroked in time to his thrusts.


“Yes,” Gemma hissed. She pushed back into him, meeting his increased pace, flexing her hips against his finger. “Faster. I can’t believe I’m gonna come again. Oh.”


He rubbed her clit more rapidly and his balls drew up. Gemma gasped and he felt her clit pulse beneath his stroking finger as she came apart. Between her erotic cries and the supplicating way she was splayed before him, Cash didn’t stand a chance of staving off his own orgasm. He threw back his head and groaned, lost to the greedy satisfaction of hot spurts shooting from the end of his cock, her slick walls spasming around his hardness, extending his orgasm until he felt woozy from the sheer blinding pleasure.


When the throbbing in his groin stopped, and the dots faded from his vision, he looked at her. Gemma’s face was smashed into the side of the table, her cheek flushed with color and damp with sweat. A small, secret smile lifted the corner of her lips. A wave of tenderness swamped him and he leaned over to nuzzle her neck. “You okay?”


Gemma made an affirmative noise.


He pulled out. “Stay here and catch your breath, I’ll be right back.”


After disposing of the condom, he grabbed two more from the box and gently slapped her ass. “Roll over.”


“I don’t think I can move.”


Cash fought a sense of unease. “Did I hurt you?”


She laughed softly. “In a good way. You wore out this old-timer, cowboy.”


He slapped her ass again. Harder. When she made a squeak of pleasure, he grinned.


So Miz Gemma didn’t mind his hand on her ass? Interesting. “I don’t ever wanna hear talk like that because next time there will be consequences.” Flipping her over, he emphasized his point with a fiery, prolonged kiss. When he released her mouth, he whispered, “Wrap them sexy legs around me. Let’s find someplace a little softer for round two, eh?”


She sat up quickly. “Round two?”


“Yep. I warned you ’bout my savage appetites. Now that I’ve got you naked.” He planned to keep her that way. He wanted her so mindless, so occupied, that she wouldn’t have time to think or have time for regrets.


Or to wish he was someone else.


Gemma yelped when he picked her up and carried her into the dark living room.



Cash plopped on the couch, keeping her straddled across his lap.


“Can I take off the blindfold now?”


“No. But let’s get rid of the shirt. Lift.” In one quick movement her tank top disappeared. He eyed the front closure on her pink bra. Well, well. This presented an intriguing opportunity. “Lean back and put your hands on my knees.”


She did so without arguing.


Cash nibbled on her lips, not quite kissing her as he unhooked her bra. The cups split and he slid the straps over her shoulders and down to her wrists. Three quick twists and he lifted his foot to step on the thicker back strap, leaving her wrists trapped in the stretchy arm bands.


Gemma froze. “What are you doing?”


“Makin’ sure you can’t get away. I wanna take my time tasting these.” He flicked his tongue across her nipple. “And I know you’re a little squirmy.” He blew on the wet spot he’d created and watched the coral-colored skin tighten into a pointed tip.


She jerked back.


“See? I gotcha right where I wantcha.” His hands curved around her ribcage and he swept his thumbs back and forth across her beaded nipples. “Tell me what you like.”


She arched into his hands and rolled her chest closer.


“Huh-uh. Don’t go shy on me. I’ll do whatever you want, but you gotta tell me first.”


“Suck them. Put your mouth on me, Cash. Please. It’s been so long…”