I moan against his mouth, the sound drowned out by the roar of the audience, as he slips a finger inside and crooks it, driving me out of my mind as he hits just the right spot.
He doesn’t seem to be in a hurry tonight. Not the same feral need we both felt last time when I couldn’t get him inside me fast enough.
I thread my fingers through his hair and arch into him. When he pulls his finger from my wet slit and lifts it to his mouth, his eyes locked with mine as he swirls his tongue around it, I nearly come undone. Whimpering with need.
He grabs my hips and turns me around, then settles on the floor between my legs, pulling me to the edge of the couch. I don’t even care that we’re in a public place, that’s how badly I want him right now.
And when he pulls my dress up on my hips and pushes my panties aside, dragging his tongue from the bottom of my begging pussy all the way up to my clit, I nearly cum on the spot. It doesn’t take much more. He sucks my clit into his mouth, and I explode at the same time that something awesome must happen in the arena because the crowd cheers and screams.
He laughs against my sex, the rumble sending shivers through my body, then places a soft kiss there before adjusting my clothes and wrapping his arms around me as he settles back on the couch.
I sigh, sated and content and happy. I could definitely get used to this. When I look up at his gorgeous, chiseled face, his hazel eyes reflect back exactly what I’m feeling. And I think that perhaps this is just the beginning and that a near mugging might just be the best thing that ever happened to me.
Part Four
Sydney & Colt
Cydney
“My best friend is the very best. No question,” I assert, wrapping my arm around Madison’s waist. I met her in college, and we clicked right away, even though we’re total opposites. She’s all sweet and innocent, and I’m anything but.
“Cydney’s with me,” she tells the burly security guard standing at the entrance to the backstage area of The Garden, where she’s a VIP something-or-other. All I know is she gets me the hookup on the regular when there are awesome shows.
And right now? I’m about to get up close and personal with some sexy-as-sin sweaty cowboys that just finished up the rodeo in the arena.
“You going to have some fun with me tonight, Maddie?” I grin, sure that she’s going to find some excuse to not let loose with one of these men we’re about to meet.
“Actually—” She bites her lip and her cheeks go pink.
“Oh my god. Spill.” She never gets that look on her face. “Is something going on with the dude you brought last night?” Instead of me. I was irritated at first that I had to wait until tonight to come see the show, but if Maddie has something going on with a guy, then good for her. That’s all I have to say. Well, that and it’s about damn time.
“Later. Let’s just say that we made good use of that private box last night.”
I gasp. “No way. Sweet little Maddie?” I grin wider. Maybe she’s not so innocent after all. “I must be rubbing off on you.”
“Shh,” she hisses. “Later.”
I don’t have time to push the issue because we walk up to something that totally distracts me. A wall of hard, tanned muscle.
Come to mama! These cowboys are larger than life up close. I send up a silent prayer of thanks to the sex gods that these men have yet to put their shirts back on. I’m not really sure why the shirts came off in the first place, but I’m not complaining.
Madison walks me right up to the group standing around backstage. “Colt,” she says, all smooth and businesslike as if the pecs on this guy don’t faze her a bit. “I’d like you to meet my friend Cydney.”
Again, I have the best bestie ever. Colt. More like a fucking stallion.
I put on my most flirtatious grin and sidle up to him. “I must say, you’re pretty amazing with a rope.”
He grins back, slow and sexy, casually taking me in. But his dark eyes flash with something a little dangerous that I find exciting. I want to know more about that.
“So I’ve been told.” His voice has a scratchy quality to it, and I feel the roughness all the way to my core. In a totally good way. Like the way a bit of scruff on a man’s jaw is just the right kind of roughness. Especially scraping against my inner thighs.
I clear my throat as I think of something to say. It’s suddenly difficult now that my mind has gone there.
Colt gives me a wink as if he knows exactly what I’m thinking. He slings an arm around Maddie’s shoulders. “This girl here seems to have her finger on all the hot spots of the city. You didn’t steer us wrong last night, did she guys?”
The last remark is tossed over his shoulder to some of the other cowboys, who all respond with laughs and cheers.
“Where should we go tonight?” Colt’s question is directed at M