Rough (Wolf Ranch 1)

I screwed one finger into her and pumped it while I sucked her clit. Her standing leg buckled, but I wouldn’t let her fall. I held her up, pinned between my mouth and the barn wall.

“Boyd. Ohmygod—Boyd.”

I fucking loved the sound of my name on her lips, especially with that desperate tremor to her voice, her taste on my tongue, her inner walls rippling around my thick finger.

I worked a second into her tight channel and curled both of them to stroke her inner wall, seeking her g-spot. The moment I found it, she gave a strangled cry. The tissue raised and stiffened under my fingers. I couldn’t help but grin against that perfect center of sweet flesh knowing she was so responsive for me. That I was right. She was a bad, bad girl.

She seemed almost surprised by the pleasure I could pull from her, and that meant one thing. She’d never been like this for anyone else. She was bad. And mine.

I went for a slow build, first caressing her g-spot, then rubbing it as I finger-fucked her until she came. Hard.

She tore at my hair. “Boyd! Holy—ohmygod.” Her voice rose in pitch. “Oh my God!”

She came, her hips snapping, her channel putting the squeeze on my fingers as she moaned and gasped out her release. I couldn’t cover her mouth or stifle her sounds, not that I wanted to miss one bit of it. It was all for me. My sweet reward. I slowed my thrusts, then stroked her inner wall, until she sagged back, limp.

Slipping my fingers from her, I licked them as I looked up at her. Her glasses were crooked, her hair was snagged in spots on the rough wood of the wall. “You’re gorgeous when you’re a good girl, but when you’re bad—fuck, Doc.”

7

AUDREY

I heard Boyd’s words but was slow to process. I opened my eyes, looked down at him, still on his knees before me, licking his finger. The finger that had just been inside me and given me the best orgasm of my life. Oh. My. God.

“Yeah, everything seems to be in working order, Doc,” Boyd murmured, his voice deeper than it had been when we started.

Oh God. What just happened?

You just came all over his face. My arousal actually coated his chin, some satisfied part of myself said. Maybe it was my body. My poor, neglected body. I’d been primed from years of withdrawal.

I pushed my glasses up on my nose, blinking to get the stars out of them. My mouth was swollen from his kisses, my neck tingled from beard burn. And my pussy… My body buzzed, warmth and heat still pulsing through in a slow, satisfied rhythm.

Boyd straightened and pulled my panties up, then my pants, then zipped and buttoned them as if he hadn’t just gotten in them and gotten me off faster than a rocket on a ten second countdown. I’d never had a man dress me before, and somehow, it felt almost more intimate than what he’d just done. As if this was something special.

“Um… wow. Whoa.”

Great. Real articulate, Audrey.

I dragged my fingers through my hair to straighten the mess. I was sure I looked exactly like a woman who’d just had a roll in the hay. “Do you do that with every woman who shows up at the ranch?”

I cursed myself for sounding so breathless.

His eyes narrowed. “No way. Not at all.”

Except he looked guilty, like he definitely did do this with every woman who showed up.

Okay, well, I had no regrets. I wasn’t going to slut-shame myself for indulging in the sexiest cowboy alive. I didn’t want to be a notch on his belt, but I had just come so hard, I was still seeing stars. My body had definitely deserved some attention, and this bull rider certainly knew his stuff. Holy shit, did he. Marina had said go for it, and I sure as hell had.

But he didn’t fit the picture I planned for my future. The devoted husband. Did the guy who gave me babies talk dirty and finger fuck me up against the side of the barn? This wasn’t how it was supposed to be, was it? I was a good girl and imagined a wild romp in bed. Maybe the lights would stay on. Maybe a few unusual positions for it to be fun and different. But this?

Wow.

This just proved that Boyd was obviously after one thing: another conquest. We’d barely talked, and he had my jeans and panties around my thighs. And while I enjoyed—okay, I way more than enjoyed—that sexy interlude, I couldn’t take this further. Who was I kidding? He probably wouldn’t want to either.

I wasn’t judging him or his sexual proclivities, but I was the type who preferred sex in a committed relationship. To me, it was about deepening intimacy, exchanging love. A fun time in the barn wasn’t any of those things. After my mother not even knowing who my dad was, I wasn’t keen on one-night stands. I wanted what I’d never had growing up. A family. So yeah, if I stayed, I’d get addicted to those fingers and tongue. If he got his dick out, I’d probably be ruined forever.