Rode Hard, Put Up Wet (Rough Riders #2)(70)

“Macie. You have no idea how f*ckin’ fantastic it feels.”


She looked up at him. Carter’s neck was arched; his head thrown back in abandon.


Those blue eyes were squeezed shut and he was slack-jawed. The muscles in his stomach quivered as his chest rose and fell rapidly. His arms shook from the effort to hold her head gently.


He was stunningly beautiful lost in passion. She’d never seen anything so powerful.


She’d never felt so powerful.


Macie was wet everywhere, her mouth, her chin, her neck. Especially between her thighs.


Carter pumped a little faster. She increased the suction. He groaned, pulled out completely and fisted his hand around his cock, keeping one hand tightly clutching her hair. “Ah. Shit. Yes. There it is.”


She watched as white spurts arced in the air and splashed on her chest. Warm at first, then the fluid cooled as it slid down her sweat-coated skin. She looked up at Carter, who was watching everything with heavy lidded eyes: his hand slowly pumping his spent cock, his come splattering on her breasts and dripping off her nipples.


Macie licked her chafed lips.


“Don’t move.” He sidestepped her, and she heard clanking, fabric rustling. Then from behind her he said: “Lay back. I put a blanket down.”


Macie’s heart raced as he propped himself on his elbow next to her. The lust-filled look in his eyes hadn’t dimmed one iota. “Carter—”


“Ssh, sweet darlin’. Whatever I want, remember? And right now I want to paint you.” A small brush appeared and he swirled it through the sticky spots he’d left on her chest. “I’ve been paintin’ you a lot. But never like this. Because this time, I’m paintingyou with me.”


The soft bristles and his sexy words sent shivers racing over her bared flesh.


Carter zigzagged the paintbrush through the wetness around her nipples and down her belly. Straight to her clit. He flicked the brush over the distended nub and she gasped at the ticklish sensation. He swept the bristles side to side over her slit, inserting the brush a few inches to make circles inside her *.


“Now I’m on you.” He kissed her. “And in you.” He used the brush to paint two lines on his chest over his heart. “Now you’re on me.” He brought the paintbrush to her eye level and traced his lips with the wetness, before sucking the tip into his mouth. “And in me.”


When she gasped again, he smashed his mouth to hers, rubbing her lips against his.


He whispered, “Taste us, taste what we are together,” before plunging his tongue between her teeth.


Macie had never been so hot in her life. She jerked on Carter’s shoulders and attempted to roll him on top of her. He crashed into a table and open jars and tubes of paint rained down around them. Blue splotted her chest. Yellow on her arm. Black on her shoulder. In trying to wipe it away, Carter smeared it more thoroughly into her skin.


Cursing, he grabbed random tubes and squeezed, his fingers leaving random trails of color on her body.


She threw her arms above her head. “Put your hands on me. I need—”


Then his paint-coated hands were tracking the hypersensitive skin from her wrists down to her armpits, making her skin a mass of gooseflesh.


She writhed and arched beneath him, whimpering, craving this side of him, knowing this was who he was to her.


“Here?” Carter’s hands plumped her breasts and his thumbs swept her nipples.


“Yes. More.”


His sticky palms raced over her ribs, smearing blue paint across her belly. His mouth was busy on her throat.


“Please. I want…Carter. I’m on fire. I need—”


“—to come. I know, darlin’, I’m there.” Hands covered in black paint slapped the inside of her thighs and pushed them out. He buried his face in her * and ate at her like he’d eaten the pie.


“Oh. Yes!” Macie grabbed his head and ground her throbbing sex into his face.


When she started to come, Carter kept her clit captive between his teeth and flicked his tongue back and forth until she screamed.


Rough fingers scraped the outside of her calves while the pleasure receptors in her brain detonated. His hot breath burned her ear. “I want to f*ck you from behind. Get on your hands and knees.”


She vaguely heard the crackle of a condom package.


Somehow she flopped to her belly. Carter jacked her hips in the air and slammed into her. It didn’t matter as she was so wet and so ready to take him.
 


Add in the fact she has to hire an overseer for the Bar 9 when she’s gone, and she’s flat out losin’ money. I told her she’d be better off breedin’ the stock and sellin’ it off. Let some other fool take on the headache of draggin’ animals to rodeos all over the damn country.”


“Makes sense.”


“She’d come to the same realization right before she hired me. She wants to focus on buildin’ a breedin’ program, with both broncs and bulls. She’s smart. She runs a damn fine operation and I’m lucky to be a part of it.”


“She’s lucky to have you helpin’ her, Cash. You know your shit and aren’t gonna feed her full of none. Which was one of the reasons I recommended you.”