Rode Hard, Put Up Wet (Rough Riders #2)(31)

He did it again on the other side. Smack smack.


“Cash!”


“Hush.”


Four more sharp smacks landed on each one of her butt cheeks. The sting morphed into a burning sensation that wasn’t unpleasant…just a hot reminder of who was in charge.


“Cash?”


“I love it when you say my name,” he growled.


“Why are you—”


“Because you like it.” Whack whack whack whack. “You like it because you’ve never had that bite of pain and you’ve always wondered what it’d be like, didn’t you?”


Whack whack whack whack.


“I-I—oh God. Don’t—”


“Don’t lie to me. You are drippin’ wet, winyan.” He inhaled. “I can smell it.” He spanked the same spot three times. And repeated on her left side. “You need a reminder that I ain’t a gentleman, Gemma.”


How had he known she craved a taste of kink? She moaned loudly when two hard slaps close to her anus made it clench.


“Do you want me to stop?” he asked, peppering her butt with little swats.


Her skin tingled and burned. She cried out even as her * wept for more. “No.”


The cheeks on her face and on her backside were enflamed.


He spanked her until every inch of her butt bore the mark of his hand.


His harsh breathing reverberated in the humid space as a lover’s whisper. She felt his fingers circling her opening, spreading her wide for him, and finally the hot blunt tip of his cock was poised at her entrance.


Gemma held her breath for that first hard, deep thrust.


She wasn’t expecting the icy cold water he dumped over her burning ass. She screamed.


And Cash slammed into her cunt to the hilt and began to ride her. His fingertips curved into her waist as he kept her in place to take his thrusts.


Water dripped down the outside of her thighs. Her juices coated the inside of her thighs. Her butt cheeks were on fire, yet chilled. She couldn’t see him. She could scarcely suck air into her lungs that wasn’t filled with his scent.


But she could feel him. Lord. There wasn’t a single part of her body that wasn’t intensely aware of every inch of him.


“Touch yourself.” His voice was little more than a hoarse rasp. “Come when I’m inside you. Take me there.”


Although he was f*cking her hard and she needed both hands for balance, she managed to reach between her legs long enough to coax another orgasm from her swollen clit, feeling her internal muscles clamp down on his cock.


He plunged into her three more times and stopped, letting loose a guttural groan as semen burst forth in hot spurts. She actually felt his heat. Her inner walls pulsed, keeping that supreme male hardness buried deep inside her.


After the sexual haze cleared from her mind, his legs twitched behind hers. Then his hot tongue zigzagged up her spine causing her to shiver anew.


“See? I think you smell good. You taste good too. Sorta like my own personal salt lick, eh?”


Gemma was too stunned to speak.


“You okay?”


“Mmm-hmm.”


Cash pulled out and swore. “Shit. I forgot a condom.”


“I doubt I can get pregnant at my ripe old age.” She pushed herself off the stall into an upright position. “You know I haven’t been with anyone since Steve. I sort of missed the whole AIDS scare. What about you?”


He laughed softly. “Last time I had sex without a condom was the summer Macie was conceived. That’s why I ain’t got any more kids, a case of the clap, or anything else.”


“Good to know.”


Cash spun her and tugged her into his arms for a sweet, intense, exhaustive kiss.


“What was that for?” she murmured against his chest.


“For lettin’ me be bold and bawdy. For bein’ the hottest, sexiest winyan I’ve ever put my hands on. You drive me wild, Gemma Jansen. There’s a million things that need to be done around here and the only thing I can think about is doin’ you. Over and over.”


“You sweet talker.” Gemma kissed his Adam’s apple. “I’m starved. Let’s go inside and get cleaned up before we eat. Where are my clothes?”


“Who cares? I prefer you half-naked. Or all naked.”


“Well, no matter what you prefer, I ain’t struttin’ across the yard wearing nothin’ but my pants around my boots and a big-ass smile.”


“At least you ain’t cryin’ this time.”


Gemma froze. “What?”


“Don’t try to pretend it didn’t happen. I heard you that first night. Up in your room.”


“You did?”


“Yeah. Even though part of me understands why you were bawlin’, another part of me felt like you kicked me in the balls.”


“It wasn’t about you.”


“I know. Don’t mean that it changes the way it made me feel.” He kissed her forehead and draped her shirt and bra around her neck. “Get dressed. I’ll meet you up at the house.” And he was gone.