Rode Hard, Put Up Wet (Rough Riders #2)(48)

Heatin’ you up where no other man has ever been before.”


Her head began to buzz again.


Wait. The buzzing sound got louder. Then she felt it. Carter pressed the pointed end of the vibrator against her anus. She couldn’t help it; she clenched.


“Wait—”


“Relax. This piece of plastic ain’t gonna be the first thing you feel up this virgin ass.


I’m just messin’ around. Primin’ the pump, so to speak. How does that feel? Raunchy?”


“Uh-huh.”


“Dirty girl. I like you dirty. Raunchy. Nasty. My dirty raunchy nasty muse.”


He managed to hold the vibrator against her even as he thrust into her * with steady sure strokes.


He groaned. “Shit. That buzzin’ feels good on my balls. No wonder you like that damn thing so much and have it handy. Hang tight. Christ, Macie. I never thought I’d—”


He bucked, grunted and started to come.


Macie canted her hips, grinding her clit against his pubic bone. He pumped hard and accidentally pushed the vibrator in a bit further, just deep enough to send a shock wave of pleasure cascading through her and setting off her third orgasm.


Utterly spent, she slumped against him as he slumped against the seat.


Neither one spoke for a long time.


Finally, she said, “Maybe I was wrong.”


“About?”


“Maybe you can break me.”


He chuckled. “Or maybe, you’ll be the one to break me, darlin’.”


She shook off the sense of unease. “I need to get some sleep, Carter.”


“Come home with me.”


“I said sleep. We don’t seem to do a whole lot of that when we’re in a bed. Or in an SUV, apparently.”


“If I let you go home tonight, will you come by when you’re done workingtomorrow?”


“Maybe. Dad said something about taking me riding after supper.”


“That don’t take all damn night, does it?”


“No. Why?”


“’Cause I gotta burn some brush piles. I’d sure like to study your face in the firelight.


I’ll bet the shadows and angles and color are amazin’ on your bone structure.”


“So if I come by to see you, you’d be working?”


He paused and she sensed his struggle to say the right thing.


“Carter?”


“Yeah, I’d be workin’. But it doesn’t seem like work when you’re the subject.” He slapped her butt. “You need to get on home. We’ll talk more about this tomorrow.”


They dressed separately and silently. He kissed her hastily and she watched his red taillights disappear down the gravel road.


Why did she feel the overwhelming urge to cry?


Macie blamed it on the damn hormones and headed home.


Chapter Nineteen


“You so totally did not nail her.”


“I did too.”


“Miss Montana?” Carter said skeptically.


“No, Miss Rodeo Montana.”


“Right. Maybe a rodeo goat named Montana, but a rodeo queen? Come on, Colt, you’re full of shit.”


“No, I ain’t.”


“So when did you polish Miss Montana’s crown, stud?”


“Last weekend. After the Jackson County Rodeo dance.”


Dance. Never catch him at a damn dance. Carter dabbed cerulean on the canvas and dragged his brush through it before he shifted the receiver. “Where?”


“In Elk City.”


“That’s where your dreams are takin’ place now? Elk City?”


“Asshole. No. I was in Kane’s horse trailer in Elk City, Montana.”


“Ah. So Kane was there when you rode Miss Montana hard and put her up wet? He can back you up on this tall tale?”



“No. I borrowed his horse trailer last weekend because we were bringin’ that mare home from Missoula.”


“You know it don’t count if no one saw you with her.”


“Cord saw me with her. He can back me up.”


“Cord.” Carter paused. “As in our brother Cord?”


“You know any other Cord?”


“No, but now I know you’re lyin’. Cord doesn’t go nowhere, especially a dance where there’s wicked women who can lead him into temptation away from his beloved ranch.”


Colt laughed. “True. But Dad sent him with me to get the horse. We stopped for the night, saw a street dance goin’ on and decided we’d have a beer and check it out. A couple hours later me and Mindy—”


“Mindy?”


“Mindy Sue LaRue, Miss Rodeo Montana. She rode me like a Pony Express rider.


Shoot, we rocked the horse trailer so hard we busted an axle.”


Carter snorted.


“We did it two times before she bailed. Cord walked in as she was walkin’ out. Then he asked me if her tits were implants. I was surprised he’d noticed them. Though, I gotta admit they were pretty hard to miss.”