Page 68 of Rough Cowboy
It’s the nickname he called out the first time we fucked behind a food vendor trailer at a rodeo.
I open my eyes.
“Good girl.”
He spreads my legs and drives into me harder, faster, and more frantic. Pressure spins tighter inside me. In the next breath, I tumble into delicious sensations and a ray of pleasure bursts through me. I feel him tighten before his rough voice cries out my nickname. Shudders roll through us both, and when I come down from the pleasure roller coaster, I find him relaxed against me.
“That was fucking amazing.” He pushes my hair away from my face and lightly kisses my lips. “You’re fucking amazing.”
“You’re not too bad yourself.” I’m disappointed when my hands touch his front and find he’s still wearing a shirt. “We did this wrong.”
Worry etches his face.
“We were supposed to take it slow,” I pant. “We were supposed to make love, not fuck, and it was supposed to be romantic and sweet and”—laughter pours out of me—”we are the worst hero and heroine in my sister’s books.”
He cups the sides of my face. “We have our entire lives too slow and romantic or fast and rough. Don’t count us out of those happily ever afters yet.”
“Take off your shirt,” I order.
“Yes, ma’am.”
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SILVER
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I’LL OBEY ORDERS FROMthis woman for the rest of my life. I yank off my shirt and toss it behind me.
I hiss as her lips are all over my chest, kissing, licking, biting until I groan.
She pauses. “Did you hear that?”
“Nope, and I don’t give a shit if a single one of those nosey people finds their way up here.”
Her hand clamps over my deep chuckle. “Shut up,” she hisses.
I lick the inside of her hand. “But I am having a great time.” I catch her finger and slide my mouth over it.
“Stop it.” She tries to be serious, but tiny moans and giggles escape her. “Get dressed.”
My tongue swirls around her finger before I lift my mouth away. “What’s the rush?”
“They’re looking for us.”
“I’m sure they can wait a few minutes.” I grip her soft, luscious thighs, and my head dips down.
“No, Silver. No.” She claws at my shoulders, but I can’t tell if it’s to stop me from going down on her or encouraging me.
My mouth covers her sex, and her hips buck against me in approval. A sweet loan glides out of her throat.
Her fingers lace through my hair as my tongue does all the things I know she loves best—probing, twisting, and winding her up all over again.
I push a finger inside her and find the spot that drags moans of raw pleasure out of her chest.
“Oh, Silver, right there. Yes!”
I lift my free hand to cover the indistinguishable sounds passing her lips. Her teeth bite down on my palm. I lick her swollen sex until I can tell she’s on the verge of release. Her inner walls contract around my fingers. My tongue laps her pussy as she rides the wave of her second orgasm.
