Cowboy Take Me Away (Rough Riders 16)

Carolyn hastily wiped her tears. This wasn’t something she wanted him to see. Or deal with because he ended up meting out the boys’ discipline most of the time.

“Ma. We’re really, really, really sorry and we’ll clean up our messes and do everything you want and it’ll never ever ever happen again; just don’t tell Dad,” Colby said in a rush.

“Yeah, Ma, please don’t tell him,” Cord added. “We’ll go in and fix it and we’ll be really fast.”

Colt was totally panicked. “We’ll be grounded until next summer if Dad sees you cryin’ ’cause he’ll know it’s our fault.”

“Dad said any time we made you cry he’d whip our butts,” Cam added. “He’ll probably even take away Christmas!”

Three-and-a-half-year-old Carter didn’t really know what was going on—not that he was innocent on the mess-making front, but he let out a horrified, “No Santa?”

Cam whispered something in his ear that had Carter blurting out, “Sorry, Mama.”

She let them sweat it out until Carson parked. “Okay. You’ve got one chance. I want every bit of the mess gone, including the muddy dog prints, including the disgusting bathroom, including the barn boots that somehow ended up in my kitchen. You will work together, you will get it done in two hours, and then you will tuck yourselves in bed without any supper. Got it?”

“Yes, Ma, thanks, we’re so sorry—”

Carolyn pointed at the house. “Get. Moving.”

Their shoes left tread marks on the concrete they left so fast.

Carson meandered up to the house. Lord, she loved her husband’s ambling walk; it allowed her plenty of time to check him out. Dressed in his new Wranglers and a white button-up shirt with subtle stripes of navy and gray, wearing a gray wool vest, his black hat and black boots, he was a man who turned heads—especially hers, since he was every bit as handsome and sexy as the day they’d married.

He kissed her first, like he always did. When he pulled away to ask questions, she pulled him back to deepen the kiss. Which only stalled him for so long.

Those blue eyes were mighty skeptical. “What’s goin’ on with the boys?”

“Nothing. I was giving them last-minute instructions.”

“On what? ’Cause from where I was sittin’ it looked like you were givin’ them what-for.”

Carolyn looped her arm around his waist, directing him toward his truck. “I told them since I’d dressed up to work the election, and you were in your cattleman finery after spending the day at the St. Onge sale barn, that you were taking me out for supper.”

“That right?”

“Do you have a problem with that?”

“None whatsoever. Where you thinkin’?”

“Twin Pines.” They had notoriously slow service, which just might save her boys behinds and give her a chance to cool down.

“Why there?”

“Maybe I wanted to dance with you. It’s been a while.”

“That it has.” Carson helped her into his truck. On the way to the supper club he held her hand as they talked about their days.

As always, living in a small town they ran into several people they knew at Twin Pines. In the last decade the McKay Ranch had become a very successful cattle operation and Carson’s advice was sought after. As for Carson’s claim people had long memories around here, none ever brought up his wild drinking and fighting days.

The food was good. Carson teased her about choosing linguine with shrimp for her meal, but it was definitely something she didn’t cook at home.

Afterward, they headed to the bar side. The piped-in music wasn’t great, but she didn’t care.

“That was a happy sigh, sugar.”

“I’m happy when I’m with you and you’re holding me close like this.”

Carson put his mouth on her ear. “You think sweet talkin’ means you’re gonna get lucky tonight?”

His deep voice sent a shiver of want straight to her core. “I’m hoping.”

“I’ll warn ya. I like my women wild and I’ll expect kinky things.”

She nuzzled the edge of his jaw. “I can be kinky.”

“How well I know that. And what a lucky man I am for it.”

“But…between the kids and all the day to day stuff of being a wife and mother… What if I’ve forgotten?”

He leaned back to gaze into her eyes. “I’ll remind you.” Carolyn tried to duck her head, but he demanded, “Look at me.”

She hadn’t seen that sexual fire burning in his eyes recently and it instantly made her wet, needy and achy.

“How about if I just drag you home right now, haul you up to our bedroom and f**k you hard for an hour straight?”

Her stomach swooped. “I suggest if we wait another hour, the boys will be in bed and there won’t be any parental duties to interfere.”

He grinned that same wicked grin that’d charmed, infuriated and inflamed her the first time they’d danced together. “So for the next hour I can rub my body against yours and whisper all the dirty things I’m gonna do to you?”

“And I can do the same.”

“Hot damn.”

They stayed on the dance floor the entire time. Teasing each other with words and subtle touching.

By the time they left—they almost got it on in the front seat of his truck—Carson hinted he’d last longer if she gave him a hand job on the way home.

After she finished jacking him off and licked him clean, he swore she hadn’t lost her kinky edge.

The house was dark and quiet. Carolyn’s focus wasn’t on checking to see if the boys had followed her edict. Her sole focus was getting naked with her husband.

As soon as he shut and locked the bedroom door, Carson was on her. Making short work of her clothes. The man hadn’t even taken his boots off and he had her spread on the end of the bed, his mouth buried in her pu**y. That lethal tongue driving her up, up, up and over. And then doing it again.

Carolyn had barely floated back down from that head rush when Carson’s hot, hard, body was on top of hers.

His rough voice vibrated against her breast. “How kinky you feelin’ tonight, Mrs. McKay?”

“You just made me come twice. I’m feelin’ pretty loose at the moment.”

“Then sugar, I’m gonna tie you up a bit.” He pushed off her.

“Where are you going?”