He whispered, “Hang on, darlin’,” and pulled completely out and plunged back in to the hilt.Carter fucked 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 fuck 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 cock 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 actu
“You’re not. It’s okay. Just sittin’ here thinkin’.”Gemma scooted next to him on the cement step. “Macie’s not back yet?”“Nope.”“Maybe she got called in to work.”“Be a little hard for Velma to reach her when Macie’s cell phone is dead and in the camper.”“Oh.”“Yeah. I checked.” He set aside the empty bottle and sighed. “Go ahead and remind me she’s an adult.”Gemma didn’t say a word.The sweet, low tones of mourning doves rose and fell in the early twilight. A bull roared in the north pasture. The humid air seemed to amplify the normal sounds and every breath he sucked into his lungs was heavy. Oppressive.Cash took off his cowboy hat and hung it on the metal railing so he could rub the knot at the base of his skull.“You okay?”“Just a headache.”“Probably from tension. Want me to rub your neck?”He glanced at her. “You wouldn’t mind?”“No. I like touching you, Cash. It doesn’t always have to lead to the bedroom.”Gemma’s sweetness soothed him somewhat.“Come on. Scoot down on t
“Did you love Jorgen?”“No.”“Still, you were so young when all that happened. I’m surprised you never married and had more kids.”“After the shit I’ve told you, you think I’d subject a kid to havin’ me as a father?” Or a woman who’d want me as a husband. He didn’t say it, he just shifted his weight on the hard cement. “What about you and Steve?”“What about us?”“You never had kids. On purpose?”“We would’ve welcomed a baby. Just didn’t happen. And Steve was old-fashioned.He didn’t want fertility tests to figure out the problem. Nor did he warm to the idea of adoption. I know some folks look at me with pity because I’m childless. But you can’t miss what you’ve never had.”“True. What would you do if you ended up pregnant now?”Gemma choked. “What? Lord, Cash, I’m forty-eight—”“You ain’t been through menopause yet, have you?”“No. Have the symptoms, though.”“Don’t matter. My unci had her last baby when she was fifty-one. She thought it was menopause. So, I guess that means we’d bet
The diner was busy enough for the next hour she didn’t have time to wish she was slaving over a hot grill instead of bringing Clem, a regular with a sweet tooth and a toothless smile, his tenth cup of coffee.“Order up, Macie,” TJ yelled from the kitchen.“Thanks.” She tossed a sprig of parsley on top of the plate and delivered it to her customer. Hopefully he was her last customer of the night. She was ready to go home and knock back a beer or six.“What’s wrong?” Velma asked as she dumped two ladles of French dressing on a bowl of iceberg lettuce.“I don’t know. I’m just cranky.” And horny. Which made her even more cranky. She was never horny. Or she’d never been until Carter McKay sent her hormones into overdrive.Why were her hormones causing problems now? Simply because it’d been a week since she’d seen or heard from Carter?Yeah, she knew he was working. Although, she hadn’t heard that from him directly, but from Gemma. Luckily her father hadn’t chimed in about Carter’s absence
“Make sure the door is locked when you leave, eh?”Macie rolled up the picture and carefully inserted it in a cardboard paper towel tube so it wouldn’t get crushed in her backpack. She slammed the back door and rounded the side of the brick building, her guilty footsteps loud in the gravel and the muted night air.She was so lost in thought that she didn’t notice him until she’d reached her vehicle.Carter lounged against the passenger door, his cowboy hat pushed back off his forehead. His arms were folded over his broad chest; his legs were crossed at his ankles.If she hadn’t focused on his eyes, she’d bristle at his defensive posture. But there wasn’t a defensive, macho, self-righteous glint there—just wariness.Or was it hope?What if was she projecting what was in her eyes into his?Did it matter?No.“He came lookin’ for you tonight.”She set her backpack on the ground and launched herself at him before she ruined the moment with what-ifs.******Carter caught her with a grunt t
Macie shrieked.Then he shaped and squeezed her left breast, sucking her right nipple until it felt like her whole breast was in his hot mouth. He sucked and groaned against her skin while he let the vibrator rest directly on her clit.She’d be lucky if she lasted a minute.Or thirty seconds.She gyrated her hips, arching her spine, wanting him to suck her harder until her nipple hit the back of his throat.Carter moved his mouth and the vibrator away.“Hey, don’t stop!”“I’m not. Scoot back.”She did and he slid his butt toward the dash.“You ain’t gonna last long. I wanna be ready to slide deep.” Carter brushed soft kisses over the tops of her breasts and he repositioned the vibrator right where she needed it.Macie threw back her head and moaned.“Come for me, darlin’.”Four strokes, four sucks, that’s all it took.She exploded.Carter bit down on her nipple as her clit pulsed against the soft rubber. Before she could find her sanity, Carter’s mouth was on hers and he’d impaled her
“No. I borrowed his horse trailer last weekend because we were bringin’ that mare home from Missoula.”“You know it don’t count if no one saw you with her.”“Cord saw me with her. He can back me up.”“Cord.” Carter paused. “As in our brother Cord?”“You know any other Cord?”“No, but now I know you’re lyin’. Cord doesn’t go nowhere, especially a dance where there’s wicked women who can lead him into temptation away from his beloved ranch.”Colt laughed. “True. But Dad sent him with me to get the horse. We stopped for the night, saw a street dance goin’ on and decided we’d have a beer and check it out. A couple hours later me and Mindy—”“Mindy?”“Mindy Sue LaRue, Miss Rodeo Montana. She rode me like a Pony Express rider.Shoot, we rocked the horse trailer so hard we busted an axle.”Carter snorted.“We did it two times before she bailed. Cord walked in as she was walkin’ out. Then he asked me if her tits were implants. I was surprised he’d noticed them. Though, I gotta admit they were
Romance, huh? He could do romance.Two hours later the phone rang in Gemma’s kitchen.“Hello?”An angry voice demanded, “Why is it that I have to hear from my mother-in-law that Cash Big Crow is working for you as your ranch foreman?”Gemma smiled. “Hey, Channing.”“Are you sleeping with him too?”“Yep.”“I have half a mind to come to the Bar 9 and kick your ass.”“Gonna have to grow a bit, Mrs. McKay.”“I can’t believe you didn’t call me, Gem. So spill the details, woman.”“Huh-uh. I ain’t telling you nothin’ over the phone.”“How about just a small hint?”“Nope.”“You’re getting mean in your old age, Gemma.”“Damn. I’ve missed your smart mouth. I’d take a chance on you whipping my butt if it meant you were comin’ for a visit.”“Funny you should mention that.”“Yeah? What’s up?”“Well, we were cleaning out the big barn on Colby’s folks place last week and I saw Colby has all this bull ridin’ stuff, which he’ll never use again. Round about that time Amy Jo Foster and a couple of her y