Ride With Me: A Possessive Cowboy Romance

"That's all I wanted to hear."

I ground my cock into her slowly, kissing her as she rocked helplessly against me. In minutes she was shaking, quivering all over my shaft as she came. I grinned and reached up to untie her hands.

I didn't stop my slow thrusting as I untied her. Eventually I reached down and untied one foot at a time. The moment she was loose, she tore into me, grabbing and holding and scratching.

Jesus, she was a hellcat.

My hellcat.

After all, she'd put me through hell. I’d earned this. I’d earned this time with her. I might have to work to earn forever, but I was ready and willing to do that. I’d do anything.

But first I needed revenge. I’d been scared out of my wits. I was going to make her pay for it, too. Maybe I’d tie her up again. Get some ice cream ordered up from room service. Eat it off her delicious body while she squirmed.

Yes, that sounded like a very good idea. But not now. Now I was busy.

Later.

I rolled onto my back, bringing her with me. My eyes were wide as I watched her ride me. She wasn't being shy now. Not as she rocked her hips faster and faster. She seemed determined to make both of us climax. Hard.

I felt my body fill with exquisite pleasure as I started to peak. I grabbed her hips and bucked upwards, thrusting into her sweetness. It wasn’t enough though. I wanted more.

I rolled her onto her back and drove into her again and again.

“Elle,” I hissed out, nearly telling her I loved her. I bit back the words. I needed to hear her say them first. I was still shaken by her desertion. I wasn’t ready to trust her yet.

She was still writhing beneath me as I slowed down enough to let us both catch our breath. But I didn't withdraw. Her eyes widened when she felt me growing hard again.

I stared down at her and smirked. I grabbed her hands and held them above her head, reaching again for the robe sashes. I pulled them tight, tying her hands to the headboard.

It was going to be a long, long night for one naughty little runaway.

I’d make damn sure she never wanted to run again.

After tonight, she wouldn’t dare.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Elle

I rolled over, finding the bed beside me cool and empty.

I looked around, wondering if he was gone. If he had then his revenge and had his fill. But then I shoved the thought aside. Jake wasn’t the Romeo I had imagined him to be. He had told me he was keeping me. I could tell he meant it, even if it was a bit insulting. Like I was a pet poodle or something. I snorted. It was insulting, in a possessive alpha male kind of way. But I hadn’t argued at the time.

I’d been too busy climaxing harder than I ever had in my entire life.

I jumped, realizing I was not alone after all. There was a shadowy form by the window. Jake was sitting in an easy chair in the dark. Watching me.

Stark relief flowed through my body.

He was still here. I hadn't dreamt what had happened on the plane. Or afterwards, at the hotel.

He'd fought for me after all. Hell, he'd practically kidnapped me. And what he'd done afterwards… I blushed. He'd worked over my body to such a degree… he knew every sensitive spot I had now. I knew he wouldn't be afraid to use them to his advantage.

Next time. And there would be a next time… and a next, and a next. Now that I’d given in to the inevitable, I was fully invested. No more running. No more resisting. Not that I could resist Jake. I’d learned that the hard way, and then some.

Thankfully, we finally had the same goal in mind: sex. Not just run of the mill sex. Pleasuring each other until we were weak as kittens. I smiled at him, running my hand through my hair. I knew I probably looked a mess. But I wouldn’t mind it if he joined me in bed again.

"Good morning, Elle,” he said cooly. His voice clipped. I had a sudden fission of fear. Maybe he wouldn’t want to keep meatier all…

He was still mad. Really, really mad.

"Good morning,” I said cautiously, pulling the sheet up to my neck.

“Don’t,” he barked out. “Don’t cover yourself.”

I let the sheet fall to my waist and waited.

“Come here."

I took a deep breath and stood. I walked across the room toward him on wobbly legs. When I got closer the look in his eyes made me stop in my tracks.

Jake wasn't mad. The look on his face was something else entirely. He looked… scared. But scared of what?

"Sit."

I didn't move fast enough apparently because he pulled me down into his lap. He was fully dressed again. I was… not.