Rode Hard, Put Up Wet (Rough Riders 2)

“Please. I don’t need sweet—”

“Oh, it ain’t gonna be sweet. Give me your hands.”

Macie smoothed her palms down his arms to his wrists. He threaded their fingers together and slid their joined hands up above her head.

Her breath caught as she bore his full weight and he pressed her deeper into the mattress.

Carter kissed her, grinding his pelvis side to side over her clit, feeling cocky about the way her pu**y muscles clenched to keep his hardened sex inside her. Then he released her hands and curled her fingers around the metal bars on the headboard.

He whispered, “Hang on, darlin’,” and pulled completely out and plunged back in to the hilt.

Carter f**ked her hard. Too hard to kiss her. Too hard for this turbulent mating to last very long.

But she didn’t seem to mind. Her sexy whimpering moans filled his ears. He told her how good she felt. Wet. Tight. How many different ways he planned to f**k her. He’d never been good at dirty talk in bed but it drove her crazy.

She arched off the bed, clamped her hands on his ass and cried out as she came again. Sending him right along behind her.

He pumped harder. Deeper. He wanted to rip off the condom and feel her slick walls bathed in his come. He wanted to watch his seed dripping down her leg, knowing he’d put it there.

He’d never felt so…possessive.

Carter groaned when the pulsing in his c**k didn’t stop. It’d been a long time since he’d had sex, but no sex had ever been like this.

He came so goddamn hard he swore a blood vessel burst in his brain. He came so goddamn hard he swore he actually came twice. He collapsed on her. Not lightly either.

Macie sighed.

Neither one made an attempt to move and break their connection.

Thunder cracked outside the trailer and Macie didn’t freeze up.

He smiled against her temple. Looks like he had figured out a cure for her fear of thunderstorms after all.

Carter pushed up on his elbows to kiss her. He couldn’t get enough of the feel of her mouth welcoming his. He flustered her with the lazy, sweet kiss. He whispered,

“Amazin’ Macie. I had no idea how true that was.”

“Carter. You’re squishing me.”

“I ain’t exactly a featherweight and you are a little slip of a thing.” He pulled out and rolled to his side. He reached for a box of tissues and got rid of the condom. “I’m sorry I snapped at you, but that’s sort of a lie because it did lead to you endin’ up tangled in my sheets. I’m damn glad you’re in my bed.”

Macie smiled. “Mud and all?”

“Mud and all.”

“No regrets?”

“Just that I hurt your feelings.”

“You made up for it with hot sex.”

“Mmm, really?”

“But with you I’d even take lukewarm sex.”

“Yeah?”

“Shoot. I’d settle for cool sex. Yeah. Lots of cool, kinky sex.”

“You know that’s not what I meant, Macie.”

“So this isn’t just about sex?”

Not on your life, kitten. Carter flopped back on a pillow and strove to keep things light. “Fine. It ain’t all about sex. If you insist, I’ll let you cook and clean for me. All summer. Whenever the urge strikes you.”

“I’ll strike you, you jackass.” She pounced on him and held a pillow over his face.

He tore the pillow away and kissed her until she couldn’t breathe.

“No fair,” she panted. “Your kisses distract me.”

“All’s fair, since just lookin’ at you distracts me, my sweet darlin’.” He dragged his fingers up and down her spine and she practically purred. “Stay with me tonight, Macie.”

“I can’t.”

Or won’t? Disappointed, he said, “Okay.”

“I’m not cooking for you either. However, I will let you wash my back in the shower.” She yawned. “Later. When I’m not so tired.”

“Deal. Anything else?”

“No.”

After a minute he said, “Hey. The rain stopped.”

“Ssh. Stop yapping. I’m trying to sleep so I can get to those wickedly explicit dreams.”

“What kind of dreams? Am I in them?”

“Sort of.”

“Sort of? What the hell does that mean?”

“Well, you’re one of the sexy cowboys in my dreams.”

“One of? As in plural?”

“Yep.”

Block it out. Ah hell. He couldn’t. “I don’t suppose in your wicked dreams you and these sexy cowboys are just sittin’ around playin’ pinochle?”

“I don’t suppose we are.”

Carter paused and twirled a section of her hair around his index finger. “Sometime will you tell me what you are doin’ with these cowboys in your dreams?”

“I’d rather show you. But we’d need a third player in our game…of pinochle. I don’t suppose you’ve got a hot guy friend who’s up for a rodeo?”

Hell yeah, his buddy Jack would totally be up for that. “Lord, you’re killin’ me, woman, teasin’ me ’bout your fantasies. You are gonna share those details, right?”

“Yes. But I’m too tired to do the fantasy justice right now. Maybe we can act out some of the…more challenging parts later. I vaguely remember a scene with ropes.”

An image of a sexy, saucy Macie naked, at his mercy, blindfolded, tied up spread-eagled on his bed, every red-gold inch exposed and bound for his pleasure alone…yeah, his dick stirred with interest.

“I’ll remind you as a ranch kid I’m wicked good with ropes.” He squeezed her ass.

“You already know I’m good with my hands.”

“Thinking about your talented hands isn’t lulling me to sleep, Carter.”

“That’s what I’m countin’ on.”

Macie tried to scoot away from him.

He laughed and nestled her against his body again. “I’ll behave. For now. Sweet dreams, sweet darlin’.”

After a while she murmured, “I feel like I’m forgetting something important I’m supposed to be doing.”

You are doing it, Carter thought. Rather than answer her, he kissed the top of her head and drifted away.

Chapter Fifteen

Cash sipped his beer and stared out across the field beyond the barn. The rain had quit a few hours ago. The gloomy gray clouds cleared and the pink rays of the setting sun reflected on the tan grasses as a golden orange. It would’ve been a perfect evening for a horseback ride.