Saddled and Spurred (Blacktop Cowboys 2)

He loved her uninhibited reaction and gave her everything he had, keeping a steady rhythm until the last orgasmic pulse faded.

She slumped back into the pillows with a very satisfied, very feminine sigh.

One down, more to go, because he wasn’t nearly done with her. With his dick as hard as a fence post, he would’ve liked to plow into her, sate his obsessive need, but instead he explored. Kissing her hipbones, letting his tongue lead the way up all those luscious curves. His hands squeezed her ass, then moved to her belly, smoothing up to the underswell of her full br**sts.

Bran’s thumb lazily traced the dusky pink areola. The tip puckered and he latched on to it with his mouth. He groaned. A man could lose his mind in the sensation of her flesh soft against his face and her nipple diamond hard against his tongue. Her quick bursts of breath stirring his hair.

Harper made another mewling whimper.

He sucked and teased, lightly scraping his teeth across the peak, testing how much pressure she could take, testing that line between pleasure and pain. While his mouth worshipped one breast, the center of his palm gently stroked the other, the contrast between his explicit attention and casual treatment letting her know that he planned to mix it up.

Her hips shifted restlessly and her hands were back on his head, urging him forward, urging him to take all of her breast in his mouth.

Bran lifted his mouth from her kiss-swollen nipple. “You don’t get to direct how I do this, Harper. Understand?”

“Uh-huh.”

He kissed her for a good long time. Pleasing himself but also enjoying her impatience. The proof of his impatience poked her in the belly. He pushed up and rolled on his back beside her.

Harper looked at him with total confusion. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No.” Bran brushed the wild, staticky blond strands behind her ear. “Ride me, sweetheart.”

Pink tinged her cheeks as she rose to her knees and threw one leg over his thighs. The uncertainty on her beautiful face almost had him taking control again. But he forced himself to be patient. She scooted up, circling her fingers around his condom-covered c**k as she aligned their bodies and impaled herself. She began to bounce on his pole as if there was a race and she intended to get first place. Her hands landed on his chest and her head fell back as she bounced.

Slap slap slap echoed as their flesh connected. As good—okay, as amazing—as it felt, what was her rush? He curled his hands around her hips, stopping her frantic movements.

Harper opened her eyes.

“Are you tryin’ to get this over with as soon as possible?”

“No! It’s just . . . you got me so worked up, I want to come again.” Her chin fell to her chest. “You probably think I’m really selfish.”

“Not at all. Harper, look at me.” She lifted her head and those wonderfully expressive eyes locked on his. “I think bein’ greedy is good and I can’t deny you a damn thing. Tell me what you want.” Bran let his hands drift up her torso. Such smooth skin. He cupped her abundant br**sts in his hands and feathered his thumbs across her ni**les. “Do you want my hands here?” His finger traced the valley of her cle**age down, over her belly button, past her bikini line, right to where the heart of her joined the heart of him. “Or here?”

“There. Definitely there.”

He chuckled. “Put your hands on my legs, sweetheart, so I can touch you. Let me make you fly.”

When Harper placed her palms behind her on his thighs, the beautiful arch of her back changed the angle of her body, allowing him total access. Oh, hell, yeah. Now he could even see all her soft, wet, pink parts perfectly.

Bran anchored her hip with his left hand while his fingers stroked that sweet cleft. She jumped and gasped when he made direct contact with her clit. “You like that?”

“Uh-huh.” She bumped her hips. “That’s almost as good as your mouth.”

He growled.

“But after this you could use your mouth again, you know, just to refresh my memory.”

Cheeky thing. “Oh, someone’s gonna be usin’ their mouth, but it ain’t gonna be me.”

Harper peered at him from beneath lowered lashes and smirked. “So the quicker you get me off . . .”

The quicker he could have his c**k buried in her sweet mouth. With a grin bordering on evil, Bran increased the up-and-down movement.

She stilled completely, her grip increased on his thighs, and she moaned.

Bran flicked just the tip of his finger over that swollen bud, faster and faster. With her hips bumping crazily and her body writhing above him, he pinched her nipple. Hard.

Harper shrieked as she came undone.

She was absolutely breathtaking. Bran just stared at her.

When she blinked those sated, caramel-colored eyes at him, he brought her mouth to his for a ravenous kiss. He rolled until she was on her back. He pulled out and grabbed her hand, hopping to his feet. “Come on, sweetheart. Time to pay up.”

“Pay up for what?” she asked as he dragged her into the bathroom.

“For making you come fast.” He ditched the condom and turned on the shower. When Bran looked at her again, she wore the oddest expression. “What?”

“We’re having shower sex?”

“Yeah. Why? Don’t you like it?”

“I’ve never tried it. Always wanted to, though.”

He traced the curve of her jaw, once again touched by her surprising innocence. “Then this is your lucky day.”