I press my cheek against the window as Kenzie floors the gas pedal. Though she claims to hate me, she cared enough to keep an eye on me. She denies it, but she notices me.
“Alright, can you get yourself up the stairs?” she asks once we arrive at my cabin. It’s not much, but living quarters came with the ranch hand job. I’ve added personal touches, but it's a shack compared to the other houses on the ranch. Someday, when I have a wife and family of my own, I’ll build.
“Totally,” I stutter, reaching for the door handle and missing it. After my third attempt, Kenzie groans and marches over to the passenger side.
When she whips it open, I nearly fall out.
“Jesus, Grayson. What were you thinkin’ getting so drunk?” She steps closer and pulls my arm around her shoulders to steady me.
“I was drinkin’ away my sorrows.”
She snort-laughs.
“Honestly, I was trying to gain the courage to ask you to dance.” I stumble as I move against her toward my house. “But then I got too sloshed and decided to just keep chuggin’.”
“You really are a fool, you know that?” She opens the front door and leads us in. “Your room?”
“Down the hall…but it’s clothing optional.” I flash a smirk.
“Really? I figured it’d be common sense that’s optional considering the bimbos I’ve seen you talk to.”
“You jealous?”
She sets me down on my bed and looks at me. “Hardly.”
I scoff because I’ve only hooked up with two women in the past six years, and neither was from around here. One was my ex-fiancée, and the other was a woman I slept with the night after I found out the love of my life had cheated.
“You gonna stay?” I ask, managing to kick off my shoes. “Or at least help me out of my tux.”
“You can’t be serious,” she deadpans.
“It’s a rental. Can’t return it if it’s all in shreds.” I flash a devilish grin, hoping she takes the bait.
“Fine. But don’t get any ideas, okay?”
“Oh, sweetheart. It’s too late for that,” I drawl as she slowly unbuttons my dress shirt. Her intense gaze is on my chest as she avoids my eyes. “One is where I tie you up in my bed and—”
“You have some rope?” She arches a brow as she removes my tie.
“As a matter of fact, I do…cuffs as well.”
She gives me a mischievous look. “No, I really like the rope idea…”
“Oh shit, you’re kinky kinky. Don’t gotta tell me twice.”
Once I’m down to my boxers, I grab some rope from the storage closet. When I return, Kenzie takes them from my hand. “Lie down in the middle.”
I arch a brow, tempted to argue but don’t. Once I’m settled, she straddles my hips and grinds against me. Blood rushes to my dick, and my heart races as her soft hands rub up my stomach.
“Kenzie…” I growl, cursing the last five drinks I had because my head is fuzzy as hell.
“Isn’t this what you’ve always wanted?” she taunts in a sultry tone, bringing her mouth close to mine.
“You have no idea.”
She brushes her mouth against mine but quickly backs away.
“Raise your arms,” she says seductively, licking her bottom lip.
“Yes, ma’am.” I do as she says and watch her tie my wrists to the bedposts.
“Perfect,” she whispers in my ear.
“Now I can’t remove your clothes,” I pout, lowering my gaze down her curvy body.
“Guess I’ll have to give you a private show.” She stands and slowly unzips her dress.
“Fuck yes.”
The gown falls to her feet, and my eyes widen in shock at her sexy undergarments. Lace bra and matching thong, tan and toned legs, creamy skin. I’m already rock hard just looking at her.
“Kenzie…I need to touch you.”
“Hold your horses, Cowboy.” She grabs the other rope, twirling it around in her fingers. “I’m not done with you.”
Once she’s at the end of the bed, Kenzie grabs my ankle.
“No…” I yank my leg out of her grip, but she pulls it back.
“You play by my rules, or I leave,” she threatens, holding a serious stare.
Goddammit, she’s testing me, but I don’t want her to go. Not after finally reaching this point.
“You need to lose the boxers, though.”
Swallowing hard, I lift my hips so she can pull them down my legs. My cock springs free, hard and ready to feel her warm pussy. She ties my ankles, leaving me completely at her mercy. Gliding a finger along my leg, she inches closer to my shaft.
“Imagining you riding me has me hard as fuck, Kenzie.”
As she scans over my body, she bites her bottom lip. I notice the way her breathing hitches when she looks over my abs and erection.
“C’mon, baby girl. You’re torturin’ me now.” I pull against the rope, desperate to touch her hard nipples.
“I’ll be right back…” She moves toward the door, and I panic. “Just gonna freshen up in the bathroom.”