Rode Hard, Put Up Wet (Rough Riders #2)(71)

Embarrassed by Colby’s praise, Cash changed the subject. “How’s your leg?”


“Hurts like a sonuvabitch most days.” Colby gave Cash a cool look. “You repeat that to Channing and I’ll kick your ass.”


Cash laughed, mostly because he figured Channing already knew. “I noticed her watchin’ you like a hawk yesterday around that buckin’ bull. She’s afraid you’re gonna get on and show us all how it’s done, eh?”


“Yeah. Well. She don’t understand why I can’t sell the whole shootin’ match outright.” Colby stared off into the distance. After a while he said, “Do you miss it?”


Cash knew it meant all that went along with rodeoin’ and being a professional rodeo cowboy. “Sometimes. I don’t miss the bruises and the constant body aches.”


“Or all the boring hours spent in the truck on the road between events,” Colby added.


“Or the bad food.”


“Or the bad draws.”


“Or the low scores.”


“Or the low payouts.”


Silence.


“Hell yeah, I miss it,” Colby said with a laugh.


“Me too.” Now was as good a time as any for Cash to broach the subject he’d been wrestling with all morning. With any luck it wouldn’t tip Colby off. “You keep in touch with many of the guys on the circuit?”


“A few. Why?”


“Just wonderin’ what Trevor’s up to these days.”


“He’s still chasin’ the Finals dream. Though, he had a pretty serious fallin’ out with his dad about it. I’m surprised you haven’t seen him this year.”


“He ain’t been competin’ in the rinky-dink rodeos I’d been workin’. You have his number? I accidentally tossed it. Thought I might give him a call. I need to ask him a favor.”


“Sure. This favor anything I can help with?”


He nearly choked. “Nope.”


Colby sat up taller and grinned from ear to ear. “Hey, shug, you lookin’ for me?”


Cash turned around and watched Channing crook her little finger at her husband.


Colby jumped off the fence like it’d suddenly caught fire.


Cash grinned. Maybe someday soon, if he played his cards right, Gemma would look at him like that.


Gemma. Lord, thinking about the smokin’ hot sex last night still made his dick hard.


He’d figured once they’d retired to their room, she’d be too worn out to make love.


Or she’d be worried about having sex with other people staying in the house.


Had he been wrong.


They’d started messing around, and the need between them flared as hot and urgent as it always did. He’d gone down on her—man did he love going down on her, the sweet noises she made were music to his ears, but she’d literally turned the tables on him. She’d flipped around so she could suck his cock while he ate her *. He’d never been especially fond of sixty-nine until last night when the law of averages caught up with them and they’d actually come at the same time. Explosively. Feeling his cock throb hot spurts in her suctioning mouth while she came, undulating against his face… Well, he’d have to rethink his position on that particular position.


But Gemma hadn’t been satisfied. She wanted to make love face to face. With the lights on.


He’d said no. She’d insisted. When he offered a compromise of making love with her blindfolding him, she offered a new threat: One of these nights she’d wait until he fell asleep, then she’d hog-tie him, turn the lights on and f*ck him exactly how she wanted.


For as long as she wanted. In the position she wanted. She haughtily informed him there wouldn’t be a damn thing he could do about it.


Cash knew she’d follow through with the threat. And he wasn’t ready for her to see the truth of how he felt about her. So he pretended to laugh it off and waited until she fell asleep.


He snuck out of bed and cut an old T-shirt of Steve’s into one long strip. Making sure the bottle of lube was nearby, he murmured instructions in her ear.


She didn’t protest, just sleepily rolled to her stomach. As he bound her wrists behind her back, she woke up.


Spitting mad.


Her fury lasted about a minute until she felt his slippery thumb stroking her clit and his fingers snaking up inside her, bringing her to a fast orgasm. While she recovered, he hiked her hips in the air and squirted more lube on his fingers and his straining cock.


Gemma gasped when he squeezed a dollop on her anus.


“Cash—”


“Did he have you here?” He inserted two fingers in her ass.


She sucked in a breath and released it on a moan, nodding.


“Good. Then you’ll know what to expect.” He scissored his fingers inside that dark hole, stretching her to fit him. He angled over her arched spine to whisper in her ear.


“You didn’t expect I’d stay out of this gorgeous ass forever, did you?”


“No.”