Tied Up, Tied Down (Rough Riders #4)(59)

Sky smiled. Kade? Shy? After everything they’d done together? “After we did the wild thing?”


“For the fourth time, woman. I think I deserve to go to bed early tonight.”


“Poor baby.” Skylar grabbed his hand and kissed his knuckles. “Come outside and sit on the swing with me. The moon is beautiful.”


He cracked an eye open. “Just moon gazin’? No hanky-panky? You’ll be a perfect gentlewoman?”


“If that’s what you want.”


They strolled onto the porch, hand in hand, and stared at the big, fat moon, a golden orb that rolled across the midnight blue sky. A gentle breeze stirred the persistent scent of sage as they set the swing in motion.

Kade exhaled on a sigh. “One good thing about you not havin’ cattle around here yet.

No barnyard scent.”


“True.” She paused. “Yet? You planning on bringing barnyard animals home, McKay?”


“Sure. I promised Eliza a pony. I think I promised to buy her a Corvette when she turned sixteen to get her to stop bawlin’ tonight.”


“Sucker.”


“Well, it didn’t work, so I don’t think it counts. Anyway, I thought I’d talk to Cord about gettin’ us a coupla horses so we can go ridin’ when the mood strikes us. And that chicken coop is in good shape if you wanna try your hand at raisin’ chickens. Ma has some great setters. She’d be happy to getcha started.”


“Is this where you make a crack like ‘horse feathers’ to the city slicker when I say yes to ponies and hens?”


Kade snickered.

The swing creaked as they rocked. Night sounds surrounded them in a soothing outdoor lullaby.

He asked, “Can you smell that sweet scent?”


“Mmm-hmm.”


“What kind of flower is that?”


She inhaled. “Which one? The faint floral of the petunias? The pungent pepper of the marigolds? The sugary sweetness of the sweet peas? Or the heavy perfume of the clematis?”


“You can tell the difference between all of them? That’s amazin’.”


“Not really. It’s what I do. I’ll bet if we drove by a field of cattle you could tell me which variety every one was and whose brand they wore.”


“Probably. But I can tell you, with how the air feels and with the wind pickin’ up, it’s gonna be rainin’ before too much longer.”


“Then I’d probably better do this before we get soaked.” Skylar gathered her skirt up and swung a leg over his lap, straddling him, pressing her chest against his and her lips on his surprised mouth.

Didn’t take Kade long to get with the program. Didn’t take him long to try to wrest control, either. He patted her ass in a signal to lift up. He yanked down his sweat bottoms and all that smooth male hardness rested against his belly.

She wiggled closer, proving she wasn’t wearing panties.

“I like this naughty side of you. Maybe I oughta institute a no panties rule, like the nekkid rule.”


“I’m game. Especially since I know how much you like the skirts I wear. Every time you see me you’ll wonder if I’m going commando.”


She swallowed his answering groan as his hands cupped her face. Rubbing his length against her cleft made her wet enough to push him inside.

“Jesus. That’s always so good.”


Sky sank her teeth into his bottom lip and tugged. “See? You aren’t too tired. I’ll do all the work. You just have to keep the swing in motion.”


“I thought you said no hanky-panky?”


“You said no hanky-panky. I agreed to be a gentlewoman. And I’ll be very, very gentle, I promise.”


She kissed the strong line of his jaw up to his ear. “Let me rock your world, Kade, like you rock mine.”


And amidst the creaking of the swing and the approaching storm she did just that.

Chapter Twenty


It poured all day. Coming to work on a rainy Tuesday depressed everyone in her employ.

But it was impossible to be depressed when Skylar relived Kade’s glorious rainy morning wake-up call. Long, thorough kisses. His rough-skinned hands bestowing sweeping caresses over her bare skin.

Their naked bodies rolled and twisted in an unhurried lover’s dance. Kade worshipped her breasts with his fingers, teeth and lips. Squeezing, suckling, nipping, dragging his morning beard across the hardened tips of her nipples. Circling open-mouthed kisses over every swell and curve until she damn near came just from the erotic heat of his mouth.

But he wasn’t close to done.

Nothing was a lovely as the dreamy feeling of his tongue lazily penetrating her * in the hazy gray predawn. His silky hair teasing the inside of her thighs as he licked and lapped at the thick cream pouring from her sex. His fingers digging into her ass cheeks as he brought her to a gasping orgasm two times, before gently turning her over on the cotton sheets.

A cool breeze floated in the window, heavy with the dark scent of moist soil drenched in rain. The humid air settled on Skylar’s heated skin, as soft and welcome as Kade’s kisses.

Kade stretched her arms above her head and hiked her hips up, trailing his wet tongue down her spine a vertebra at a time. That naughty, wicked tongue kept right on going, between her cheeks, across her tailbone, down to the puckered rosette. The tip of his tongue teased the nerve-rich tissues, drawing tighter circles, wetter circles, probing her ass completely. He’d chuckled at her moan of approval.