Hard-Riding Cowboy (Kinky Spurs 3)

“I think I can be, don’t you?”

“Yeah, I think we could be very happy together.” Her breath caught at the emotion in his eyes when he rose then went to one knee in front of her. “We’re going to be okay, Freckles.” He slid his hands along her thighs. “Do you know how I know that?”

“How?” she asked.

“We’re having a baby. And that’s a really great exciting moment in our lives.” The warmth in his eyes enveloped her as he cupped her face. “Will this be smooth sailing? That’s doubtful, because we are both strong and stubborn people. That said, there’s nothing I won’t do to make sure that you stay happy”—he placed his hand over top of hers on her belly—“and that our baby is happy and loved too.” He paused to study her. “I know it’s hard not to think of the future, considering what you’re facing, but for now, let this be. One day at a time. We’re going to be fine. All you have to do is let me show you.”

She smiled, embracing this new sweetness between them. “Okay.”

“Good.” He smiled back. Then he covered her mouth with his, stealing away her thoughts just that easily, until there was only him and his wild and wicked kiss.

He eventually broke away and took her hand, leading her to the front door. She followed, with Gus on her heels, into the bedroom. He stopped next to the bed then pulled her in close and sealed his mouth across hers like no time had passed at all. Her nipples hardened into tight peaks at the promise of pleasure. He wasn’t giving her the hard ride he had in the parking lot. No, this was a slow ride of simmering desire, and she melted into each and every delicious touch.

This was when she trusted Nash. Always trusted him. When he touched her, it felt honest and real, and she couldn’t get enough, wanting desperately to get closer. She reached for his T-shirt and he removed hers, and soon the rest of their clothes were gone and there was nothing between them. Just the way she liked it.

His hands came down onto her hips, and he gently nudged her back toward the bed. Her eyes fluttered shut as his lips explored her neck, not missing a single place that made her squirm. The spot behind her ear. The way he slid his tongue slowly down her neck until he nibbled there a little. She relished every single swipe of his mouth.

A soft moan fell from her lips when he laid her on the mattress. She ran her hands over his flexing arms to his strong shoulders and over his back. Goose bumps covered her flesh wherever his lips traveled, her body entirely aware of where he’d touched her. She angled her chin, loving how he made her feel. Alive. Sensitive in a way she’d never been before.

When he leaned away, she opened her eyes, finding man and muscle and something so much more addictive than that. Pure lust. Naked and hard, Nash asked, “Did you like it when I tied you up that first time?”

“Yes.”

He gently dragged his fingers up her thigh. “Would you like more of that, Freckles?”

“God, yes,” she breathed.

He grinned then kissed her inner thigh before sliding off the bed and turning to his closet. He grabbed a belt, and her breath hitched a little. The gold buckle on the belt was from when he won the PBR world title. The year before the accident that ended his career. When he returned to her, he placed her wrists together, one on top of the other, and then began tying her up with his belt to the headboard, the belt buckle facing out.

“Pretty, pretty things right here.” His heated gaze caressed her with his intense examination before he looked her in the eye again. “My greatest accomplishment is now on my greatest gift.”

She slid her legs together, squeezing her thighs against the pulsing. “Nash . . .”

“Yeah, Freckles, I want you too.” He joined her on the bed and surprised her by not settling between her thighs. He knelt next to her face, grabbed the base of his cock, and offered himself to her. Something she would never pass up. She licked her lips as he placed his other hand on top of her head then moved closer. She took him in deep, tasting the saltiness of his pre-cum. He smelled of Nash and man and perfection. He stretched her lips as he stared down at her, slowly thrusting in and out.

The tip passed her lips, brushing against her tongue, and then he was gone again, and she only wanted more. He rested one hand on the headboard, flexing his biceps, and his abs moved with masculine grace every time he shifted his hips forward. She ached to stroke him, bringing him satisfaction, but the bindings on her wrists held her tight. Doing what she could to make him feel more, she sucked her cheeks in around him, and his deep groan was her sweet reward.

When she swirled her tongue along the tip as he withdrew, his deep grunt told her he’d been teased enough. Damn, so had she. Her fingernails bit into her hands as wetness and hot need pulsed through her.

Those intense eyes held hers when he climbed over her leg then settled between her thighs. He grabbed her hips, adding more pressure onto her wrists. He was a sight of perfection as he knelt between her legs and held onto his cock, stroking the tip against her sensitive clit.

It was enough to drive her crazy. Her back arched against the wild pleasure racing alongside the blood in her veins. “I need you,” she cried out.

The grin he gave her made her hips wiggle, searching for the cock that now rested on her sex. He leaned down and cupped her breasts. With those sexy eyes firmly on her, he sucked on a nipple.

By the time he moved on to the next nipple, she outright squirmed. “Nash,” she gasped.

He bit the bud gently, and she cried out in desperation.

Again, she circled her hips, attempting to find the tip of his cock, taking what she wanted so badly. Him. Pounding into her until she couldn’t even remember her damn name.

And again, his low chuckle brushed over her.

She wiggled a little bit more then realized she had a way out from the belt. His amused and aroused gaze watched her carefully while he squeezed her breasts until he tweaked her nipples. He began stroking his thick hardened length over her clit, driving her mad. So close. God, she was close to taking him inside her.

“Nash,” she cried out again, turning her wrists, trying to free herself to grab him.

Just as she got her hands free, he sank in deep. And then she only knew pleasure. She held onto his shoulders as he