Page 14 of Rough Cowboy
Her eyes squint. “When the doctor said your swimmers are few and far between, you do realize that means you can still get a girl pregnant. And you and I fucked many more times than your brother and me.”
“Sammy only nailed you that one time.” My gruff voice carries a hint of spite, and I fucking hate it.
Since when am I the jealous type?
“Seems like a weird thing for you to gloat about and look unusually jealous about simultaneously.”
Shit. She caught it too.
I take the glass away from her and set it on the counter. I cup her face and plan to tell her I’m not the baby-daddy, and she has nothing to worry about. But it’s so damn hard with our faces so close I feel her breath kiss my skin. And try as she might, I see fire and heat dance in her eyes.
Her tongue slides over her lips, wetting her plump skin. Her chest rises and falls as desire pulses through her.
I feel it too.
Desire.
Lust.
Craving.
It sparks between us like wild fire. We’ve never been able to hide it. We’ve never had to hide it. Until a few weeks ago, when I returned, and all eyes were on us. Watching and debating our every move and wondering which Wilde brother the father is. Which Wilde brother she secretly loves. Which Wilde brother has fallen in love with her.
This is the first time I’ve been alone with her. If this had been any other situation, we’d already be half naked, and I’d be pounding inside her.
As I said, it’s different now, whether I like it or not.
I slide a piece of her hair away from her chin. “Remember the time we screwed on the hood of some random car when we were leaving the rodeo.”
Her chest rises, and a smallyesswooshes out of her.
I run my finger down her throat. “How about the nightclub?”
“Which one?” My cock twitches at her husky voice.
How I still find her so damn sexy, knowing she’s pregnant with my brother’s kid, is beyond my comprehension. The second I saw her after months of nothing, my cock twitched then too.
I cup her throat and tilt her head upward. “The time on the dance floor when I hand fucked you until you came right there, on my hand.”
She nods, sucking her lower lip between her teeth. “Three times. I came three times on that dance floor with you.”
She knows how to talk dirty. Better than any woman I’ve encountered. She knows how to use colorful language without sounding forced or fake. And it turns me on every time.
“It was damn hot.” I drag my thumb across her lower lip before I bring her mouth inches from mine. My breath is hitched when I speak. “I’m a fuck ‘em and leave ‘em kinda guy. I always have been. I always will be. We both know I wouldn’t make a good father—couldn’tmake a good father.”
I step back when her fingernails dig through the thin material of my tight T-shirt and into my waist.
My body reacts.
I like rough sex.
Especially with her.
And a little pain isn’t off the table, either.
