"If we see you looking anywhere else, the punishment starts over from the beginning, understand?”She nodded.Using the soft, frayed end of the old cotton rope, Colby swished it across her shoulder blades. He flicked it over the top of her arms. The ticklish bend of her torso. Trailed it up and down her spine softly, like a feather. He crisscrossed it over her legs. He performed the caress a dozen times, watching her squirm more thoroughly with every pass. Smelling her excitement with each pass.Then he snapped his wrist and whipped the rope against her ass, each cheek, ten times in rapid succession.Channing gasped.He angled his face near her head. “Listen up. I’m not embarrassed by you.”She didn’t answer.Colby flicked the rope on each cheek again. “Repeat it back to me.”“You’re not embarrassed by me.”“Good.” He dragged the silky end of the rope down her butt crack.“Say: I want you around.”She hesitated.Three whips this time. Her cheeks flexed. “I want you around. Say it.”“Y
Yee-haw. No brainer which direction she headed.George Strait blared from the speakers. Pitchers of beer were refilled almost as quickly as they’d emptied. The bar was elbow to elbow with cowboys of all ages, shapes, and sizes. Hats of all colors. The cowgirls weren’t as plentiful, so Channing had spent a goodly amount of time fending off advances. She began to question the wisdom in coming here alone.She’d managed to choke down a burger—no fries—in between sips of a Fat Tire beer. The music was good, people were dancing up a storm and she probably would’ve been having a great time if she’d known a single soul. Instead, she was an outsider.Alone again.Channing crumpled her bar napkin and decided to call it a night. She spun her barstool around, right into Cash Big Crow.His mouth creased into a grin that lit up his whole face. “Channing. I wondered if that was you. Where are the guys?”“I don’t know. They dumped me off at the room. When I became bored waiting for them I went lookin
Sighing, she wiggled closer to his chest.He subtly inched away, only to continue battering her senses with the lazy assault.Two can play this game, Channing thought. When she rhythmically clenched her butt cheeks together on Colby’s thigh, he stood so quickly he almost knocked her on her ass.Amidst catcalls and high-fives and suggestions for positions (spread-eagled across the horse trailer hitch?) they exited the rowdy bar.Outside in the chilly mountain air, she shivered in her thin T-shirt.Colby didn’t notice. They didn’t talk at all until they cleared the main thoroughfare and were hidden in the shadows of the motel outbuildings.Pine trees towered above them. Moonlight was conspicuously absent.Colby twirled Channing around, pressing her back against a metal shed as he devoured her with his lips, teeth, and tongue. His hands squeezed her breasts, his thumbs rasped over her hardened nipples, his knee separated her legs and he ground his brawny thigh into her crotch.His lips s
He ran a hand down her bare back. “You okay?” he asked as he sprawled in the chair next to her.“Tired. Damn virile man,” she grumbled.“Was that a complaint?”“No. But when you said we should officially ‘break in’ the bed in this horse trailer, I didn’t think you meant literally break the damn bed. I think I have bruises on my back and butt from the mattress springs.”“You bring out the beast in me, darlin’, what can I say?”“Say you have a coffee maker hidden around here someplace.”“Sorry. We don’t.”Channing groaned.“But I will let you have some of my coffee.” He grabbed a Styrofoam cup and poured half his lukewarm coffee into it. Then he slid it next to her cereal bowl.“Thank you.” She downed it in one swallow. “The next time we pass a Wal-Mart I’m jumping out. I don’t care if we’ve got the horse trailer fully loaded and the governor aboard. I’m buying a coffee pot and a jumbo can of coffee. I’m not fit for human company without my daily infusion of vitamin caffeine.”“Missin’
As Trevor barged in the horse trailer it never occurred to him to knock.Channing sat buck-ass naked at the little dinette table.She gasped. It was cute how she tried to tug the sheet from the bed around her nakedness. “Trevor! What are you doing here?”“This is my horse trailer. Maybe I oughta ask you what you’re doin’eatin’ breakfast naked as a jaybird?”“I-I just woke up.”“Ah. So Colby already took off to check in?”“Umm. Yeah.”He waggled his eyebrows. “I’ve got you all to myself?”“It would appear so.”“Hot damn. I knew there was a reason I came here.” His gaze made a slow sweep from her pink toenails to her tangled mane, sticking out of her head at all angles. Finally his eyes zeroed in on the short dark curls peeking between her thighs. “And now I know exactly what I want for breakfast.“But—”“No buts. Since Colby ain’t here, I’m callin’ the shots.”“Okay. But I do want to be honest and let you know I’m a little sore from yesterday. I—I’m not used to that. Any of it.”“Then
“Channing? Is that you?”Her stomach dropped. “Who else would it be, Mom?”“You don’t need to be snippy.”“Sorry.” She inhaled slowly. “How are you?”“I’m fine. And you?”“Just great.” Come on. Get to it. The only good thing about her mother’s phone calls was that she didn’t drag them out with inane chitchat.“That’s good. Well, the reason I called is because I’ve received some interesting news.” Pause. “Your friend Melinda Baxter? She and her delightful fiancé Robert ran off to Aruba and were married last weekend.Isn’t that marvelous?”“Splendid,” she said sweetly.“I tell you, Melinda’s mother was shocked as they’d already booked the cathedral months ago. Anyway, since Melinda and Robert skipped the formal wedding ceremony, they’ve rented the Gregory Art Museum and are hosting an enormous reception next weekend. Naturally, I assured Melinda you’d be in attendance.”Channing seethed. She was twenty-five years old. Her mother had no right to speak for her. But it was nothing new in h
“You must travel a lot, then.”“Yep. It’s fun at first. Rodeo folks are the best in the world. It’s like a big ol’ family reunion. Then about halfway through the summer season we just wanna get back home, have a normal life, if that’s possible with a kid and a ranch to run.”“Where are you from?”“Buffalo Gap, South Dakota. What about you?”Channing tensed up. “Outside of Boston.”“Oh.” Mary frowned. “Whoa. How did you hook up with Colby?”“Pure luck.”“I’ll say.” She clapped her hands over Callie’s ears and said in a low voice, “He’s a wily one, but man, I’d take him for a test ride any time.”Channing didn’t know whether to be jealous or flattered.“Not that he’d pick me without me twisting his arm. Despite gossip to the contrary, the real word is he’s very choosy. He don’t usually bring a woman along in his travels. Ever.” She winked. “You plan on sticking around the circuit for awhile then?”“Until Cheyenne.”“Well, good. I guess we’ll be seeing you at the dances and whatever.You
He smiled tightly. “Sure. As long as we don’t have to wait around for them because I’m starvin’.”“I’m pretty hungry, too.”His gaze landed on the parcel centered on the mattress in the sleeping compartment. “Close your eyes, and hold out your hands—I’ve got a surprise for you.”For a second it seemed as if she’d argue, but she complied, although the pulse in her throat jumped. He was beginning to recognize all of her nervous quirks.Colby reached up for the package and slid it out of the plastic bag.Feeling a little silly, he hesitated. Maybe this hadn’t been the best idea.“Colby?”“Yeah. Here.” He pressed the box against her chest until her arms wrapped around it and he stepped back, ready to make a run for it if need be.She opened her eyes and looked down at the object she held. Her startled gaze zoomed to his. “A coffee pot? You bought me a coffee pot?”“Ah. Yeah. There should be coffee and filters and junk in the bag on the bed, too.”“B-b-but why? You won. You scored a ninety