Bad Love: Cowboy Romance (Rebels & Outlaws 1)

It was my turn for my breath to catch in my throat, to sound ragged and needy and demanding. “Don’t tease me.”

She looked up at me and batted her eyelashes demurely. “No? Why not?” Then she started to drift down to her knees, her hand still rubbing the front of my jeans.

“God… I just… don’t.”

“After all those years that you teased me?”

“Don’t hold high school against me.”

“I’ll hold whatever I want to against you, David Collins. And if that means…” She paused to bring her face dangerously close to my crotch without ever making a real move

to take my hardness out of them. “If that means that you get teased, then you get teased.”

I sucked in a breath. “You sure that’s what you want?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“You might end up regretting it,” I say, trying to make my voice sound vaguely threatening.

“Who says I’d regret it?”

She let the question hang in the air a moment before reaching up to undo the button of my jeans, and then worked the fly until I was standing proud of the opening of my jeans, my hardness straining against the fabric of my boxers.

“God,” I growled. “I should have done this years ago.”

She didn’t respond to that, just pulled the boxers down a little bit, enough that my cock sprung loose and stared her in the face.

“You think so, huh?”

I took a deep breath in and leaned back against the counter. It didn’t creak under my weight.

“Yeah,” I said softly. An image flashed in my mind, halfway remembered. Something about the smell and the sensation of her hand gripping my shaft aroused a memory, faint even in focus.

Then she took me into her mouth and I lost my mind and the memories it held. The only thing that existed was the feeling of her lips wrapped around my shaft and giving me the pleasure that I needed. Pleasure that was all-encompassing and impossible.

“God, that’s good,” I growled. It was an effort not to take her hair in my hands and force her to move faster.

I let her move at her own pace for a minute. But the temptation grew, and grew. I pulled her away and looked her in the eyes.

“I’m going to move, now,” I said.

She didn’t respond except to start sucking again. I grabbed her head and thrust my hips. It caught in her throat and she made a soft choking noise as I pulled back. My body wanted to keep moving, keep going deeper and deeper until I was practically all the way to her stomach. But I forced myself to stay to a slow, controlled rhythm.

Then I pushed her away.

“No more,” I said. My breaths were coming hard and fast and my head needed to clear. But even then I had trouble controlling myself. Even knowing what was still to come. “Stand up.”

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I push into her slowly, her arousal slick enough that I don't find much resistance against me...

He was a renegade... an outlaw... and I loved him so much.

There's a fine line between work and pleasure. Jada Davis has crossed that line before, and she's not going to cross it again. But the heart wants what it wants, and Jada can't deny that her body wants Ryan Beauchamp, too.

He's a ruthless killer and a gun runner. There's no way that she's got anything going on with him. The relationship's done, dead in the water, gone.

But he's the only ticket she's got to getting the biggest score of her career, and every step they get closer to the catch of a lifetime takes her one step closer to Beauchamp, and his frustratingly-attractive bedroom.