Rough (Wolf Ranch 1)

“You were on the bull!” I remembered it clearly.

“I’m possessive, Audrey Ames. Like I said, from the first moment I saw you. Even Abe, who’s a good guy, shouldn’t have touched you.”

“You’re crazy!” I tried to laugh it off, but butterflies were taking wing in my belly.

“Then I found out you live in my hometown? It can’t be coincidence, darlin’. It was meant to be.”

Meant to be.

Goosebumps ran up and down my arms. “This is crazy.” The words tumbled out on a laugh.

“Mmm.” His deep rumble was pure sex. I thought I detected the slap of flesh and almost moaned at the thought of him abusing himself over me right now. “You know what’s not crazy?”

“What?”

“Phone sex.” Apparently, he read minds. “Me getting you off right now. Are you in bed?” he asked.

“Uh huh.” I tried to make my voice sound sexy although that was never really my game. I was not the sex kitten type. I was a doctor. We used clinical names for body parts and didn’t sexualize any of it.

“I’ve never had phone sex before,” I admitted.

“Well, that’s a shame. You’ve been missing out. Don’t worry, I’ll pop that cherry for you right now.”

He wanted phone sex. Now. With me. Oh. My. God.

I could get on board with this. He’d kept his end of the deal and hadn’t slept with me. He was being a gentleman. Well, maybe not that exactly because… yeah, phone sex.

But I wasn’t a prude. I liked sex. I’d loved what Boyd had done to me in his barn and knew he’d be good at other things, too. This was like a man whore compromise. He’d prove he could hold off and yet wanted to have a little fun anyway.

I switched the phone to speaker and set it on the bed near my pillow, then slid one hand under my camisole and squeezed my own breast. My nipple was rock hard. Maybe this was a good way to go with him. I wasn’t anything like those buckle bunnies. I had body issues, and if he got me naked, I’d be distracted by what he saw… the dimples on my thighs, my non-centerfold boobs.

“I want you to take your clothes off, darlin’. Will you do that for me?”

I didn’t know why that sounded so naughty. I guessed because I didn’t normally sleep in the nude. I wriggled out of my pajama shorts and pulled the top off, then I quickly dived under the sheet, even though there wasn’t anyone there to see me. Yeah, I had issues, and I was glad Boyd couldn’t see. “Okay.”

“Okay, you’re naked now?”

“Yes. Are you?” How did I get so breathless taking off my pajamas?

I heard the rustle of clothing and the clatter of something metal, maybe his belt buckle hitting the floor. “Gettin’ there. Yep, now I am.”

My legs swished restlessly under the sheets. “Now what?”

“Do you have any toys, Doctor?”

“Um…” I did. I did have toys. I just hadn’t worked up the nerve to use the ones besides the vibrator.

“I can tell by your hesitation the answer’s yes. Tell me what you have,” he ordered. He was bossy, which I shouldn’t like so well, but I did. It was such a different kind of pushy than Jett Markle. I guess because Boyd paid attention to my responses. He listened to what I said. And also to what I didn’t say.

“I have a vibrator, standard kind, with an attachment for clitoral stimulation.” God, even naked, I sounded like a doctor. “I also got a few things as party favors from an engagement party.”

“Sounds like it was a fun party. What did you get?”

“A couple of condoms.” Those we gave out at the office the same way a bar handed out matches. That wasn’t a big deal to me. But… “A… a vibrating butt plug and lube.” I swallowed the last part, like I wasn’t sure if I wanted him to hear it or not.

A sound like a growl came through the phone. He didn’t make a big deal about it or tease me, which I appreciated. “What’s your favorite?” he wondered.

“Well, I ah, haven’t used the butt plug yet. I don’t know, I guess the time never seemed right.”

“You a fan of ass play?”

I was so freaking glad we were on the phone, and he couldn’t see my face heating. I even put a hand over my eyes as if that would help share the truth. “Okay, here’s the situation.” I spoke quickly, as if getting it out faster would make this easier. “I haven’t actually tried anal sex, but I’m interested.”

Boyd groaned. “I wanna help you with that, darlin’.” He sounded pained. “I’m gonna help you with that. Tomorrow. After I prove I’m interested in more than sex.”

“I’m not going to have anal sex with you tomorrow!” I all but shouted. Sure, I’d invited him in with the intention of having sex with him, but anal hadn’t even occurred to me. My bottom clenched at the idea. But I shouldn’t kid myself, the idea made me wet.