The lasso had been undone from the steer and I drew the length of rope back again, looping it in my grip as I went. I felt… good. Relieved. Reassured. I could be me. Makeup and manicures, but manure, too.
“You assume correctly.”
“Simon’s at your disposal, any time you want to come and ride.”
I shook my head, handed him the coiled rope. “Not today. I don’t ride a horse in heels.”
He laughed again. “Of course, you don’t.” He tucked a hand into the pocket of his jeans, approached. He searched my face, then tucked my hair back behind my ear, just as Colton had.
“You only wear heels to put a guy in his place?” I’d certainly done that with him, and all the others around the ring.
Slowly, I shook my head. Took a deep breath. “Nope.” Going up on my tiptoes, I whispered in his ear. Standing in the middle of the ring, no one was close enough to overhear, but still. “I like to wear heels when I fuck.”
One eyebrow went up and he grinned, but this time when he looked at me, it was all heat. “Why’s that?”
“I can press those sharp points into a guy’s ass and steer him where I want him to go.”
“I’m not a head of cattle to be lassoed,” he countered.
Lifting my hand, I cupped his neck. This close, I could see his eyes were more green than blue and that his whiskers, while pale, only added to his rugged appeal. I wanted to feel that scruff against the inside of my thighs. No more waiting. He’d been right when all our bickering had been foreplay. God, I was so ready.
“Are you sure about that? I heard your nickname’s T-Bone.”
“Tiger, I didn’t get that name for my steaks. Want me to show you?”
This was the moment. I’d been working up to this ever since I pulled up, but he and Colton had started this weeks before. I wanted him… them.
“Yes.”
In that instant, Tucker changed. His gaze was pure heat, pure intent. He took my hand and led me toward Colton, who was still at the rail. Colton could no doubt see things had shifted from fun and games, that Tucker’s intention was to get me the hell out of here, for he stood to his full height and reached for me when Tucker lifted me up and over the fence as if I weighed no more than a feather.
Instead of putting me down, Colton tossed me over his shoulder, strode away from the ring. I could see Tucker’s lower legs, knew he was following.
“Sugar, you’re not the only one who knows their way around a rope,” Colton said, wrapping his arm around the backs of my thighs, not slowing. “Time for you to be the one all tied up.”
4
COLTON
* * *
A month. Four weeks. Twenty-eight fucking days we’d waited to make Ava ours. Twenty-eight days where I’d thought of her as I used my hand to get off. I’d wake up in the morning with my dick as hard as a fence post and couldn’t do anything until I took care of it. Thinking of her positioned on all fours on my bed, gripping her hips and pounding into her as I stared at a pink handprint on her ass from a spanking. One leg tossed over my shoulder as I had her up against her office door, kneeling before her and eating her out. The sweet suction of her mouth as she tried to take all of me. The spank bank list was long, and I hadn’t even touched her yet.
Every time I saw her at the store, I’d get hard. Roscoe Barnes had said he’d have to pull over and rub one out before he got home after being around Ava. He wasn’t the only one. I hadn’t told the cheating bastard that as I’d escorted him to his truck that one day he’d disrespected her. Earlier that week, I’d had to pull over after coming in and seeing her bent over one of the nail bins, refilling it. I’d parked on the shoulder of the road halfway back to the ranch and rubbed one out because I had a serious fucking thing about her ass.
And then there was her scent. Fucking strawberries. And her skin was like cream, pale and perfect. She was a sexy thing in a tight little package, all feminine and practically prissy. High heels and sparkles on her clothes. Makeup and jewelry. Half of my interest was to see her mussed up, her lipstick smeared from sucking my dick, her hair a wild tangle on my pillow after a sweaty night of fucking. Little love bites on her skin proving where I’d been. Definitely some handprints on her ass.
That had all been eager fantasy. A dream. Until right this fucking second.
But I’d just carried her through the back door of the main house, Tucker hot on our heels. The screen door slapped shut. It was now a reality. We had her right where we wanted.
I carefully lowered her to her feet in the big kitchen, kept a steady hand on her until she got her balance back. “So, little cowgirl, we can take this as fast or slow as you want, but my dick’s getting better acquainted with that pussy of yours.”
She laughed and it made my balls draw up. “I don’t want slow. Hell, I’ve been wet for a month.”
After undoing my belt buckle, I opened my jeans pushed them down my hips a little so I could reach into my boxers and pull out my dick. It curved up toward my navel, bobbed towar
d her.