“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
“I had no idea.” She studied his face. “When did that happen?”“Four years ago.” Cash finally found the guts to look at his daughter. Comprehension dawned in her big brown eyes, before those same beautiful, wise eyes filled with tears.Shit. He’d never dealt well with tears.“Oh Dad. That was right around the time mom died, wasn’t it?”He nodded.“Why didn’t you tell me?”“Because you had enough shit to deal with, Macie, without me addin’ to it. I’ve never given you anything—”Macie threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and sobbed like her heart was breaking.Cash held her tightly, offering her comfort she’d never sought from him. Soothing her. Holding her. His child. Feeling like a total selfish prick because on some level, he was happy, happy, that she’d turned to him for something.Macie’s cries slowed to the occasional hiccupping stutter. Still she didn’t release her grip on him. He had the good sense not to let go of her either.Finally he murmured, “Better, hon
Anticipation made him crazy. Waiting for her cool, strong hand to circle his cock.Followed by her hot, wet mouth and wicked little tongue.“Cash? Up against the bookcase.”Zero argument from him. He shuffled sideways until his ass met cold wood. She dropped to her knees.“Spread those legs wider.”“Yes’m.”“Now, see here, cowboy. I won’t have you knocking off my knickknacks on the bookshelves. You’re gonna have to hold still. No buckin’ your hips. Got it?”“I can move someplace sturdier. Maybe we oughta do this by a wall?”“No.” Gemma slapped his thigh.Shit. That was sexy, her taking charge and acting all bossy. His dick jerked against his belly.“I will stop if you don’t obey me, Cash.”“I’ll obey.”“Good boy. Hands by your sides.”He clenched his fists by his clenched thighs.She nuzzled the hair covering his sac. “How is it you smell so…sweet right here?When you’re all hard, tough male?” Her hand slipped up the inside of his leg. Then she cupped his balls and rolled them between
“I miss you, Macie.”“What?” Her hand flew to her throat. A nervous gesture? From stand-offish Macie?“I miss you.”“Carter—”“I miss you.”“You already said that.”“It bears repeatin’.”Talk to her. Ask her questions. Show her you’re interested in her mind, not just her body.“So what were you doin’ before I barged in?”She pointed to the tin on the table next to him. “I was just about to have a piece of pie. You hungry?”For you. I want to savor you. I want to devour you.“Carter?”“No.”“You sure? It’s a new recipe and I have whipped cream. Not fresh, it’s the canned kind—”“Have you even been listenin’ to me, Macie?” He stood and crowded her against the small refrigerator imbedded in the wall. “I said I miss you.”“How can that be? It’s only been two days since we—”“—fucked? Yeah, I know. But it’s been a couple of weeks since we talked. Really sat down and talked. Or fought. Or did anything but fuck like wild rabbits then disappear into our separate little hidey holes.”“Sorry to
“A rope.”“You’d be right. Stretch out across the bed and put your wrists together above your head.”“Why?”“Because I said so.”“I thought we were beyond games, Carter.”“You thought wrong.”“But—”“Don’t argue with me. Just do it.”“Or what?”“Or I’ll leave.”She stared at him. Defiantly. Warily.“I ain’t kiddin’, Macie. My way or no way.”Something shifted in her eyes and she nodded. She rolled on her back, knocked the pillows aside and pressed her palms to the paneled wall.“Good girl.” Carter climbed on the bed and straddled her pelvis, ignoring the questions in her eyes as he bound her. After he was satisfied she couldn’t get loose, he knelt between her widespread thighs. He snatched the pillows and said, “Lift,” so he could slide them beneath her ass.Then he dragged the tips of his fingers, oh-so-slowly, over the sensitive skin on the inside of her arms, until his palms rested on her ribs. “The rope will burn your wrists if you wiggle too much, so my advice is to stay still. N