Branded as Trouble (Rough Riders 6)

“Indy—”

“Please.” She traced the outline of his jaw. “If you hate it, I promise I’ll let you f**k me as hard and raw as you want.”

He managed a smile.

India threw a leg over his hip and straddled his belly. She reached up and knocked the pillows to the floor. “There. Now I have room to work.” She set her hands by his head on the mattress.

“Close your eyes.”

He did.

She pressed a soft kiss on his lips. And another. And another, until there was no break and they were kissing nonstop. Not frantically, unhurriedly. She eased back, latching onto his wrists and moved his arms up above his head so she could run her fingers across the muscles of his biceps, triceps, and forearms. Touching him, feeling his c**k jerk against her butt made her all the more determined to go slow.

India slid her lips down, flicking her tongue over the sexy dimple in his chin, trailing openmouthed kisses over his neck, past the hollow of his throat, between his pecs. She let her mouth follow the curve until the pebbled nipple brushed her lips.

Colt hissed.

“Mmm,” she said, lapping at the flat disk. She blew across the wetness and worried the pointed tip between her teeth. She switched back and forth between the two ni**les until his upper body arched into her from the attention.

“I hope you’re not spending so much time licking and kissing me there because you’re secretly measuring me for a tattoo?”

Her chuckle against that sensitive flesh brought another groan from him.

“You have nice ni**les.”

“Yeah? What makes them nice?”

“Big. Round.” India’s tongue drew a full circle. “Not much hair. A pretty color. Brownish-red, but not too much red.”

“I can’t believe I’m askin’ this, but nipple color matters?”

“Of course. Some guys’ nipples are ugly. They’re too small or centered weird on their chest. Or eww, they’re buried beneath too much chest hair. Yours—” she watched his eyes as she tongued the tip, “—are perfect.”

“Glad you think so.”

“So sensitive too. I know you love it when I do this.” India sucked the whole nipple into her mouth.

He groaned.

India kissed and nuzzled every inch of his chest. Enjoying the chance to take pleasure in his body, not just his cock. She gave him credit; he left his arms above his head and didn’t attempt to seize control.

Good behavior should be rewarded.

She wrapped her fingers around his shaft and slid her hips down his belly until they were groin to groin. She pressed her lips to his as all that male hardness slipped inside her on a slow, sweet glide.

A sighing moan filled her mouth, but Colt didn’t attempt to break the kiss. India followed the contours of his arms and clasped their hands together, stretching her upper body completely across his.

She rocked on him, only allowing his shaft to withdraw halfway on each downstroke. Once he was buried balls deep, she’d rub side to side, loving the combination of the rasp of his pubic hair over her clit and the piercing.

It was a level of sexual comfort and closeness she’d never experienced, the heat of Colt’s body beneath hers, the fullness of his rigid sex filling her. The scents of sex and his cologne and her lotion mixed together. Hearing their stuttered breaths, at times in unison, at times staggered, and the whisper of rough skin on soft.

Colt finally broke his lips free. His neck arched and his fingers tightened around hers. “So close.”

“I know. Let me take you there.” She trailed kisses down the arc of his neck and sucked on the spot between his collarbone and throat that brought his swift intake of breath. His hips pumped in a steady rhythm. He whispered her name as his c**k jerked inside her, bursts of heat bathed her vaginal walls.

Her inner muscles started to spasm in time to the pulse pounding in her clit and she clenched those muscles around his cock, trying to prolong their pleasure.

He muttered, urging her to tip her head up so he could fasten his mouth to hers. God, she loved kissing him. Absolutely freakin’ loved the give and take of their kisses, sometimes passionate, sometimes flirty, sometimes sweet, but always with an edge of heat.

She released their joined hands and pushed up. “So? Did you hate that sweet, sweet lovin’?”

“You even have to ask?” His hands roamed up and down her back, from her shoulders to her ass. “You and me nekkid is always spectacular, but that felt like we were…”

“What?”

“Connected on a different level.” He paused, in speech and movement. “Did you feel it?”

“Absolutely.”

“Good.” His hands landed on her hips and he rolled with her, laughing at her surprised squeak as she looked up at him. “Now that you’ve shown me sweet, sweet lovin’, I might give the gentle approach a shot next time.”

His tenderness would be her undoing.

Colt buried his lips in her neck, sending goose bumps dancing across her skin. “Indy. I…”

She couldn’t handle a confession from him. “Snuggle me up, cowboy. I’m cold and tired and it’s been a long day.”

Colt was gone by the time India woke up the next morning. No note, no anything. He hadn’t even made coffee. She started the coffeepot and detoured to the bathroom.

When India grabbed a towel to shower, she dislodged the

“monthly” calendar she’d shoved between the stacks.

Since she’d sobered up and since her mother’s death from ovarian cancer, and her sister’s accidental pregnancy, she’d kept track of her period and other women’s issues on a separate calendar in the bathroom.

Her gaze zeroed in on the big red X’s. She counted forward.

Holy shit.

They’d had unprotected sex at her most fertile time.

Twice last night alone. Once the night before when he’d pulled out at the last minute.

Dammit. What if she’d gotten pregnant? She unclipped the pen attached to the top and used it to mark off days. They’d had sex a lot to make up for the five days she’d had her period.

India freaked out. She counted again. No mistake. She jumped up and ran into the living room so she had more room to pace and freak out.

This was not happening. Not happening.

God. What’d she been thinking? How could she’ve been so stupid? So irresponsible?

It takes two to tango.

Colt had brought up the condom issue right before he f**ked her against the truck. She’d been so…intent on having him in his riled up state, all sexy and masculine and needy that she hadn’t been thinking clearly. Just like he hadn’t been thinking clearly the night before when he’d used the withdrawal method.