Sweet-Loving Cowboy (Kinky Spurs 2)

She reopened her eyes, her breath catching at the strength exuding from him, sending a hard shiver down her spine. “Take what you need, Chase,” she told him.

He strode in front of her. His voice thick, layered with promise. “Tell me if I’m too rough.”

She nodded.

He took her chin in his grip, leaned forward, then slowly licked her bottom lip until he slid a passionate kiss across her mouth, leaving her breathless. The strength then returned to her back, and he swatted her bottom. She gasped, surprised by the force of the hit and the sensual burn across her flesh that followed. When his fingers met the next cheek, she melted into his warm touch.

His heated gaze met hers through the mirror when he reached for her hip, his fingers holding none too gently. “This is how I’ve always wanted you.” One swat sizzled across her butt cheek, then another, and then one more. Each one seemed to only draw more heat between her thighs.

She leaned her head against her bound arms and moaned when he slid his hand between her thighs again. His telling smile told her he felt how drenched she was before stroking her clit. “Yeah, beautiful. I wanted you just like this.” Through the mirror, she watched him remove his shirt, pulling it off over his head with one hand. His jeans and boxers hit the floor, revealing his erection and the veins protruding along the sides. He opened the condom wrapper with his teeth, sheathing his cock, then arched an eyebrow at her. “Nowhere to go but stay right here with me.”

His hand switched between cheeks on each smack until her bottom was scorching hot and she was soaring in pleasure. Her sex clenched, her inner muscles squeezing in anticipation of him being deep inside her. Her eyes closed against the raging lust burning through her that she could no long contain, her arms shaking in the bindings.

Only then did he step in behind her, taking her breasts in his hands, squeezing them tight. His rough voice brushed against her ear. “And you know you belong here too, don’t you?” Before she could even form a coherent thought in her mind, he sank himself inside her, right to the hilt.

Her sensual moans followed his masculine grunts as his pelvis slammed against her warm bottom, bringing a foreign pleasure that had no beginning and no end. His fingers tangled into her hair, angling her head back, and he planted his mouth right by her ear, letting her experience every single one of his primal grunts. The rope tightened on her wrists, and on her leg. She moaned, and then couldn’t stop moaning as Chase drained all of his tension and took back his control.

Tears of pleasure leaked from her eyes from the hardness he drove inside her. Against the knowledge that this position gave him full access to take her any way he wanted. That she was bound for his pleasure, and for hers.

“Look at me,” he growled.

She forced her eyes open. The moment her vision cleared enough to look at the mirror, she gasped. Not at herself. At him. The strength of Chase behind her. He gripped her hips, thrusting frantically now, his brows drawn over his intense eyes. Through the mirror, he looked from her face to her bouncing breasts, even between her thighs, before gazing deeply into her eyes again. She had never felt so wanted, so needed, and her inner muscles began quivering.

Then he roared, bucking and jerking behind her.

She stared into his face contorting with his pleasure, and only then, knowing that they’d crossed an invisible line where they were no longer hiding behind excuses and there was no going back anymore, she followed him into the pleasure.

* * *

A dream where he was falling off a high cliff jolted Chase awake to an empty bed. The clock on the nightstand glowed 1:12. Breathless, he slid out from beneath the sheets and got into workout shorts, then set to finding Harper. Out in the living room, he noticed the porch light was on, spilling into the night. When he reached the door, he found Harper lying in the hammock between the two large shade trees on the front lawn with Houdini curled up on her chest.

Something about her stillness hinted at trouble on her mind.

He grabbed the blanket off the back of the couch and journeyed outside. The night was warm and quiet, and smelled of damp grass. Harper didn’t even notice him, obviously lost in her thoughts, staring up at the dark starry sky.

“Everything all right?” he asked when he reached her.

She glanced sideways, the hammock slightly swinging from side to side. “Just getting the stars in while I have them.” She smiled.

“Vegas has its own bright lights.” He grabbed the side of the double hammock then slid in next to her, placing his arm behind her head. He settled the blanket over them, just beneath Houdini who slept soundly on her chest. He liked her against him like this. Close. Safe.

“This is different.” She glanced up at the sky again. “No matter how exciting Vegas is. It doesn’t have this.”

He followed her gaze, not going to argue that point with her. Nothing beat the Colorado sky at night. His eyelids felt heavy, his body exhausted from the day, and he relaxed into the warmth of her body. Though the comfortable silence was suddenly broken when he felt something squirming against his side. Houdini worked his way up until he lay directly in the middle of them, his nose by Chase’s chin.

Chase slid the blanket up enough to cover them entirely, then Harper asked, “Are you okay? From earlier, I mean?”

He sighed. “This inspector is frustrating, and with the reporter hearing that my work is not up to code, it’s a bump in the road that I was not expecting.”

“Do you think she’ll print that in her story?”

He pondered. “I don’t think so. From the way things were left, I think she got what she needed to talk about the grand opening. Nash flashed his winning smile at her, and hopefully that worked some magic.”

“That smile has dropped many panties.” She laughed.

He agreed. “It has.”

Harper paused. Then, “Hell, all of you Blackshaw men seem to be born with the gift of charm that wows the ladies.”