Sweet-Loving Cowboy (Kinky Spurs 2)

She blinked, glancing from Brody to Chase a few times over. “Err . . . you’re welcome, Brody.”

Chase fought back his chuckle. Laughing in Brody’s face would surely get him a black eye. He noted that the music behind them had shifted to a slow song then—the perfect way out for Brody. “Where is your beautiful bride?” Chase asked.

Brody scowled at Chase’s hand on Harper’s waist. “She’s dancing,” he said through clenched teeth.

Chase looked over Brody’s shoulder, finding Faith dancing in a circle with her friends. “I’m sure she wants to dance with her husband,” he said calmly, again offering Brody an escape.

Brody’s nostrils flared with his exaggerated inhale. He looked from Harper to Chase, then shook his head. Without another word, he strode off toward his new wife.

Harper blinked. “Oh my God, did that actually happen?”

Chase chuckled, staring into the whites of her eyes. “Did what happen?”

“Brody got all . . . well, like Brody.” She blinked. Twice. “Then he backed down.” She glanced at Brody slow dancing with Faith while all her friends watched on, big smiles on their faces. “Holy shit, he’s not killing you.”

Chase laughed louder now. Brody respected strength, not weakness.

Harper blinked once more, then all that surprise melted into something so much hotter. She stepped closer, her breasts pressing against his chest, practically purring. “You have no idea how much I want you right now.”

He didn’t need to hear more. He took her hand and led her away.

* * *

The sound of the music dimmed slightly as Harper followed Chase to the front of the house. She still had not properly caught up to the fact that someone had actually gotten Brody to back down, let alone catching up with the fact that Chase was about to do something perfectly inappropriate with Brody not far away. He stopped by the big shade tree where one side of the hammock hung. With a sexy smile, he pressed a hand against her belly until her back hit the tree.

Regardless that her nerve endings stirred and tingled, she thought it wise to point out, “We are not having sex right here, Chase. Someone could see us. Everyone is right over there.”

“I’m aware of where everyone is, Harper.” His citrusy scent filled the air when he pressed a finger against her mouth. “I want you quiet. Do you understand me?”

She knew she should say something like maybe no way, but her voice burned up in her throat with her deep swallow. There was a shifting near her heart, a pang of sorts, making her hypersensitive to the breeze brushing against her bare arms as

Chase squatted in front of her. She shivered, bringing pleasure as she stared down at him and he looked up at her, pushing up her dress and sliding her panties off to the side.

He gave her his sweet grin, swiping his finger across her damp folds. “I see you weren’t lying.”

Welp, she dampened more.

She clenched one fist against the tree trunk and glanced around the tree, seeing the twinkling lights strung up, the glow in the backyard showing that everyone was still there. She could keep watch while he played, and the chance that anyone would come over wasn’t very likely.

A plan that held strong until the flat of his tongue gently tickled over her sensitive flesh, and all she saw was darkness beneath her eyelids. He slid his hand up her thigh until he had her leg hooked over his shoulder. His assault with his tongue continued, a constant flick that she never wanted to stop.

The crowd nearby melted away. Her hands came down on his head while he squeezed her bottom. She shamelessly began grinding her hips, rubbing her sex against him, taking the pleasure she sought.

His tongue worked faster now. She tilted her chin back when his fingernails scraped against the flesh on her ass before one hand slipped away. She bit her lip when he inserted one finger followed by another. Tonight, he was not about teasing. It was all about getting the job done. He filled her perfectly, stroking a spot inside that amplified the high.

Soon, his fingers and tongue worked in rhythm. She trembled against his mouth, her breath hitching. Her legs began shaking. Fingernails bit into her hand, while her other hand fisted into his hair, holding his face exactly where she needed him to be. She ground herself harder against his tongue, fighting to get the climax almost in her reach. He sucked on her clit hard, and she moaned, her knees weakening.

The air brushed across her hot sex when he leaned away to kiss her inner thigh. The coarse strands of his beard tickled her sensitive flesh. “I told you to be silent, Harper.” She found the strength to look down at him, discovering he was staring up at her with that powerful gaze she had been recently introduced to and had become decidedly fonder of. “Do you want to come, beautiful?” he asked.

She nodded, not opening her mouth in fear that if she did, a moan would spill free and she would not be able to stop moaning.

“Then do as I ask,” he said.

He slowly tickled his tongue up her thigh again, causing her chest to rise and fall rapidly in anticipation. His tongue caressed over her clit, bringing wild sensations, and she melted under the talents of his wicked tongue. She tightened her fingers in his hair, holding him right there. Needing him to stay exactly where he was to take her over the edge. She ground her hips against his fingers thrusting inside her and shamelessly rode his mouth, falling easily into the pleasure.

Her shoulder scrapped against the rough bark of the tree trunk, the scent of the bonfire drifting over across the breeze. She stayed on the very edge of the pleasure while his tongue flicked her clit over and over again, his finger pumping the perfect pressure.

Then he went harder and faster, and she gave him all he wanted and more. She silently quivered against his lips, her legs trembling as she broke apart beneath his mouth.