How West Was Won (Haven, Texas 7)

d me!”

“Went easy on you this first time. Need to make sure you get that I’m serious about this. Fuck! Fuck!” He drove deep, pulled out. Each movement grew faster. Harder. “Baby, you so feel so damn good. You make it damn hard to last beyond a few pumps. Swear to God. Feels amazing.” He groaned as he came, sweat coating his body. She could hear his breath coming fast and hard. He rolled so he lay on his side next to her, gathering her close.

He couldn’t be serious. But when he didn’t move, she realized he was.

“I cannot believe I don’t get to come.”

The bed rocked with his laughter, and she turned her head to glare at him.

“It’s not funny!”

He leaned up on one arm. “Wasn’t funny when I woke up to find you’d disappeared, either.” Darkness filled his face, and her temper dissipated.

“I really am sorry,” she whispered.

He kissed her gently. “Just don’t do it again.”

“I won’t,” she promised. “So now do I get to come?”

His answer was to burst into laughter again.

The bastard didn’t let her come all day.

Not that it had stopped him from touching her. Oh, no, he seemed to take every opportunity to sneak a hand up under her shirt to play with her clit. At one stage, he’d made her part her legs then he’d knelt in front of her and he’d spent at least five minutes licking her pussy.

Oh, she’d come so close to coming that time. He’d seemed to sense it, though, and pulled back in the nick of time.

But now, it was close to nighttime and she was grouchy with a capital G. She stomped around the cabin, looking for something to do to keep herself occupied. They’d already had dinner. The dishes, such as they were, had been washed. It was time for bed, but she wasn’t yet ready to settle.

“You all right there, baby girl?” West asked from where he lay on the bed. He was only wearing a pair of boxers; they’d just had a bath which hadn’t helped her aroused state at all.

She sent him a dirty look. He studied her for a moment.

“Come here.”

No way. Nuh-uh, she wasn’t up to more erotic torture.

“Baby girl, come here.”

She glared at him again and moved to the table, sitting down. She winced as her still-tender ass came into contact with the hard, wooden chair.

“Flick. Come. Here.”

“I’m not in the mood for more torture.”

He raised his eyebrows. Then he frowned. “I took it too far?”

That surprised her. She just stared at him. He patted his lap. “You’re too far away. Come here. I promise, no more torture.”

She stood and walked slowly towards him. He reached out and settled her sideways on his lap. He grasped her chin, raised her face so he could study her. There was something going on in his eyes. Something she didn’t understand.

“I’m sorry, baby girl. I didn’t mean to push you too far. Sometimes, I make mistakes too.”

Her eyes flared open as she gaped up at him.

West could tell he’d shocked her.

Under other circumstances, he might have found the look on her face funny. But he was too busy calling himself a dickhead. He needed to remember she had almost zero experience with any of this. He shouldn’t have added the no orgasm punishment on top of her spanking.