Wild Cowboy Nights (Foolproof Love 1-3)

“Ma’am?”

“Oh. Right. Sorry.” She scooted away from him, shaking her head, but he grinned and snagged her heel, pulling her back to the edge of the bed. She’d have to talk fast if she wanted to get this order out of the way before he started fucking her. “I’d like a cheeseburger, hold the pickles. And—”

“Would you like fries or onion rings for a dollar upcharge?”

Quinn’s cock notched in her entrance. “Fries.” She watched him push into her, his cock disappearing inch by inch as it filled her. “Oh God.”

“Ma’am? Is everything okay?”

“Yes.” She arched her back, trying to take him deeper. “I need… I need a steak.”

I’ll give you a steak, Quinn mouthed, his big hands kneading her ass, coaxing her legs even farther apart.

“How would you like that cooked?”

She stared into his blue eyes, trying to connect the words in her ear with the man currently inside her. “Your steak? How do you want it cooked?”

“Rare.” He pulled out and shoved into her hard enough to make her breasts bounce.

“Rare.” It came out as a breathy moan.

“And for your side?”

Quinn’s hand hovered over her clit, distracting her. What had the woman said? Oh, right, sides. “Potato. Loaded. Extra cheese.”

“Would you like anything to drink?”

“No.” She had to get off the phone and now. She was so close to coming, it felt like the top of her head might explode.

“Let me just repeat this back to you to ensure I have it all right.”

“Okay.” She watched Quinn’s cock slide in and out of her, the feeling making her want to close her eyes, but she didn’t want to miss a single second of this. The woman on the other line could have been speaking Greek for all she understood the words. “Sounds good.” She tossed the phone aside.

“That was rude.” Quinn hooked an arm under her and lifted her off the bed, turning and sitting on the edge with her in his lap, her legs around his waist. The new position had her clutching his shoulders, completely helpless as he lifted her and moved her on top of him. She started to unhook her ankles, but he shook his head. “Let your trusty steed do the work, peaches.”

She bit her lip. “You’re never going to let me live that down, are you?”

“Not a chance.” His grin made her stomach flip. “Though I have to say, you can ride me any day.” He lifted her almost completely off his cock and slid her down inch by torturous inch. “I love feeling how tightly you clench around me.”

Hell, she kind of loved it, too. It didn’t matter that she’d proclaimed this fling had to end less than twelve hours ago. All that mattered was the feeling of completion she could sense just out of reach. She rolled her hips, trying to change the pace, but his hands on her ass meant he controlled everything, and he didn’t seem interested in anything but this slow and thorough fucking. “Quinn, please!”

“I like hearing you like this, knowing that I made you this crazy.” He sank in to the hilt. “You know what I think you like?”

“I bet…you’re going to…tell me.” She was panting, feeling more animal than human. Is orgasm deprivation a legitimate defense in murder? Because I might just kill him if he doesn’t let me come. “Quinn.”

“Not yet.” He kept them sealed together, holding her pinned to him with one arm around her waist and twisting his free hand through her hair to tilt her head back. “I figure we have twenty minutes before someone knocks on our door, bringing that food you just ordered.”

Twenty minutes? Was he insane? She wasn’t sure she could last another twenty seconds.

He wasn’t done. “Maybe I should leave the door unlocked.”

“What?”

He moved, lifting her and turning her around, impaling her on his cock before she had fully processed his words. He looped her legs on the outside of his, spreading her wide. One hand bracketed her throat, not holding her tightly enough to cut off her breathing but keeping her back pressed to his chest. She blinked, her desire slowing down her brain enough that it took a full three seconds before she realized they were now facing the door. “What?”

“Just think, peaches. That door is unlocked.” His free hand cupped one breast and then the other, playing with her nipples. “You can hear the squeaky wheel from the room service cart. It’s getting closer, and you know it’s coming here.” His words almost had her convinced she could hear exactly that. Even though she knew for a fact the hotel door was locked… What if it wasn’t?

“I’m not going to stop fucking you, though.” His hand dipped between her spread thighs, fingers sliding through her wetness where they were joined up to her clit, his touch too light to get her off. “I can’t get enough of you. It makes me crazed. All I can think of is sinking deep inside you over and over again until we both come…and then starting all over again. You think a knock on the door is going to be enough to make me give that up? Not fucking likely.”