Page 72 of Nanny for the Cowboy

“Still interested?” Brooks croons, and my mind spins with possibilities.

“Y-Yes.” I nod, flicking my eyes up to his briefly before closing them again and smiling.

This isdefinitelysomething new.

“Good.”

The little wheel makes its progression again, running down the length of my spine. I know now that it’s the tiny teeth pressing into my skin that prickles like that, and Brooks switches up between feather light and more pressure.

It’s so odd but also…incredible.

Whenever it stings, I expect it to be too much, but the flicker of pain just heightens the arousal that’s now pumping through me like five shots of rye whiskey.

“Oof,” I hiss as Brooks drags the wheel over my ass, the little teeth so much more noticeable there.

“Too much?”

He pauses, and I shake my head. “No, just…different. More sensitive.”

“Hmm,” that rumbling groan comes out of him, “perfect.”

Brooks maneuvers the wheel over my ass, from top to bottom, side to side. I’m writhing under his touch now, and it’s nearly too much.

But I don’t want him to stop.

“You know,” Brooks lifts up my panties at the hem near my right cheek, “I think these need to go.”

And before I can even react, he slides his fingers to the crotch, his knuckles brushing over my pussy, and in one clean yank, tears the underwear from my body. I yelp, turning over my shoulder to glare at him.

“Hey! I liked those.”

Brooks just smirks, his eyes finding my ass as he presses the little wheel to my skin. “I’ll buy you more.”

My entire body blooms with heat, the raw evidence of how much fun he’s having making my blood boil in the most delightful way. I can’t deny that what he just did was hot as hell.

All focus disappears, however, as the teeth roll over my flesh again, the pressure a little stronger with each pass over my ass. I’m whimpering when Brooks maneuvers the wheel lower so that it hooks the edge of my cheek, teasing the back and inside of my thigh.

“Brooks,” I hiss, my hips lifting from the bed as that overwhelming sensation travels across my thighs, dipping between them carefully.

“Squirm all you want, Lucky. This is far too much fun to stop.”

I’m about to say something when I feel his fingers slide beneath my bra, freeing the clasps. Brooks pulls down on the shoulder strap next, getting it off one arm and then the other.

With another solid yank, Brooks pulls the bra out from under me and tosses it somewhere. The wheel makes a turn across my thighs and ass before crawling up my spine again and then wrapping around to the curve of my breast, where it’s pressed to the bed.

I flinch, and just as I do—my hips rising up as I reel from the sensations—my ass presses against Brooks’s waist. I can feel his erection straining to get free, and the lust flooding me doubles down.

Time blurs at that point, my mind too consumed by the warring sensations of prickling and denim rubbing against my backside.

I hear something, putting together that it’s Brooks taking off his shirt when I hear the buttons hit the floor and take a peek to see it lying several feet away.

The sound of his zipper is next, and I’m losing my damned mind from all this teasing. Still manipulating me with thatwheel, Brooks gets himself free at some point, and I feel the blunt head of his cock nudge between my legs.

“Hmm, that’s it, baby. Rock those hips.”

He’s between my thighs, his shaft rubbing against my seam. It’s another tease, but God does it feel good. I moan low as he works me up, but then he’s pulling away again, and I whine.

“No. Come back.”

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