by Peyton Banks
Rashad twisted his fingers around and pushed them farther inside her. He hit the one spot that would make her body detonate.
She cried out while the waves of pleasure washed over her. Her muscles tensed as she crested. Her hips fell back onto the bed. Yani’s breaths were coming so fast, all she could do was lie on the bed.
She watched Rashad climb over her. His eyes were dark with lust and locked on her. His stiff cock brushed her leg while he hovered over her.
“Do you want me, Yani?” he asked.
“Yes,” she hissed.
He didn’t know how badly she wanted to feel him thrust deep inside her. She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck and tugged him down onto her. Her legs fell apart to allow him to settle in the valley of her thighs.
His mouth slammed onto hers. She opened her lips to invite his tongue in. She could taste a hint of herself on his tongue.
She groaned as the kiss turned deep and frantic. Rashad reached in between them and lined up his shaft to her opening.
One thrust, and he slid home.
Yani sank her teeth into Rashad’s shoulder. He filled her perfectly. She locked her ankles together and held on for the ride.
Rashad pulled back and thrust harder into her.
“Fuck, Yani. This is so good,” he groaned near her ear.
The huskiness of his voice sent a shiver down her spine.
She was addicted to the man. The feel of him. The scent of him. His kisses. She wanted it all.
It would be easy to become consumed by Rashad Mays.
His thrusts became faster and deeper.
He was ravishing her, and she loved it.
His groans became louder.
Yani rocked her hips, meeting him with each thrust. She needed more. She wanted…all of him.
“Rashad,” she called out.
He shuddered and reached down between them. There was no way she could come again that quick. His finger found her clit, and she gasped, her body arching toward his hand.
His strokes went deeper.
“Yani, baby. I need you to come with me,” he grunted. He pulled back and gazed down at her. “I want you to come on my dick.”
His dirty words set her off. That, apparently, was all she needed to hear him say.
She crested.
Again.
He roared along with her, pumping her full of his warm release.
Rashad collapsed onto her before rolling to the side and drew her into the crook of his arm. Their bodies were coated with a fine sheen of sweat.
Yani had a silly grin on her face, and she didn’t care. She was completely happy and enthralled with the man lying next to her.
“What are you grinning about?” Rashad asked. He had one eye open, peeking at her.
“No reason.” She sighed. She ran one finger along his chest, tracing the lion tattoo.
“There is a reason. You wouldn’t just be lying there smiling.” He laughed.
“I’m happy,” she admitted.
His laughter slowly faded as he stared into her eyes.
He hauled her closer, crushing her breasts between them.
“I am, too, Yani. I meant every word I said back at your brother’s house.”
Yani reached up and cupped his face. She had heard everything he had said. She would have had to be deaf not to. He had been practically yelling from the moment he’d swept into the house.
“I like the sound of it being me and you,” she whispered.
His words from earlier echoed in her head.
‘You are just going to have to accept that it’s me and Yani.’
“What about it, Yani? You and me?” he asked.
She grinned and leaned forward, pressing a kiss to his lips. One kiss turned into another, and before she knew it, she found herself on top of Rashad. He grinned and slid his hand down to her hips.
“All you’re missing right now is a Stetson and some boots, cowgirl,” he murmured.
“I can run in the living room and grab my boots,” she suggested playfully. She rested her hands on his chest and wiggled her bottom. A groan slipped from her when his hardened cock brushed her ass.
“Next time. Right now, this cowboy is demanding you ride him.”
She rested her hands on the bed on each side of his head and grinned. He lifted her and positioned himself between her folds. She sat back down, impaling herself on him.
She agreed. Next time she would leave her boots on, but for now, she had to do as her man requested.
Epilogue
“Miss Yani, don’t be scared. Brandy won’t let you fall off,” Tyler Brooks said.
The young kid rode up next to her. She laughed, unable to believe that Rashad had talked her into riding this damn horse.
“Are you sure?” she asked, trying to not appear scared in front of the boy. Maddy’s son looked just like his father, Parker, and was just as sweet as he could be.
“She’ll pick up that you’re scared, but Brandy will take care of you,” Tyler said.
He rode along with her, looking as if he were born on a horse. They walked around the corral, and just like Tyler said, Brandy was taking her time and carefully making her way back to Rashad.
“Thank you, sweetie.” Yani smiled at Tyler.
“You’re welcome. Rashad won’t let you get hurt.” He tipped his hat and trotted ahead of her.
Her gaze landed on Rashad who stood along the fence with his arms folded in front of his chest. The past month had been amazing. Without a doubt, Yani was in love with Rashad.
He had been nothing but the perfect boyfriend. Their parents were ecstatic when they’d finally shared with them that they were dating.
Rashad’s mother grinned all day and had cooked up a wonderful feast while they had visited her and Mr. Mays.
Finally, Brandy arrived in front of Rashad.
“Mr. Mays, you owe me big-time,” she scolded.
He barked a laugh and took the reins from her.
“What did I do?” he asked. He petted Brandy on her head. “Good girl. Thanks for taking care of my woman.”
Her heart fluttered at the mention that she was his woman. He was speaking to a horse, but Yani didn’t care. She wouldn’t get enough of being claimed publicly by her man.
“Um, a little help here?” She hadn’t perfected the art of dismounting yet.
Rashad reached for her and guided her down to the ground. She pressed against him and sighed. She loved the scent of him. There was nothing but open skies, the land, and his cologne.
“You did fine. Brandy is a softy. She loves going for walks and having kids on her. I lend her out during Kiddie Camp for when we’re teaching kids how to ride horses.” He dropped a kiss on her forehead.
Brandy butted in, trying to push her head against Rashad. They laughed as she apparently wanted some attention from Rashad, too.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say she was jealous.” Yani chuckled. She ran her hand along Brandy’s neck, loving the feel of the silky-smooth hair on the horse.
“Well, until you, she was the number one gal in my life,” Rashad replied sheepishly. He reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out a sugar cube.
Brandy snorted and gently took the treat from him.
“Ah, so I see how you roped her in. Treats.” Yani giggled. It made sense to her. If she had a dark, handsome man offering her treats, she’d do what he asked, too.
Rashad laughed and entwined their fingers together. He tugged her close and leaned down to where his lips were a hair’s breadth from her.
“Don’t you worry, Yani. I have a few treats for you, too.” He pressed a chaste kiss to her lips, and it was then she knew was heads over heels in love with Rashad.
She reached up and cupped his face, keeping it close to hers. This thing between them had been moving so fast, and it would only be fitting if she went ahead and shared with him her true feelings.
“I love you, Rashad Mays.”
Rashad�
�s grin grew even wider. He leaned down with a hard kiss to her lips.
“I love you, too, Yani Polk. Now let’s get Brandy settled so we can go.” He walked backward, dragging her along with him. Brandy automatically walked alongside them. “We’re going to make a cowgirl out of you soon.”
Yani grinned and walked faster to keep up with Rashad. It had been a whirlwind relationship so far, and she couldn’t wait to see what the future held.
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The End
A Note From the Author
Dear reader,
Thank you for taking the time to read Knockin’ The Boots. This is a novella in the Blazing Eagle Ranch and as you can see, I’m having fun with these cowboys.
So far I’m hearing that you’re loving this series. While I’m working on the next book in the series, make sure you leave a review on Rashad and Yani’s book to keep me motivated!
Warm wishes,
Peyton Banks
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About the Author
Peyton Banks is the alter ego of a city girl who is a romantic at heart. Her mornings consist of coffee and daydreaming up the next steamy romance book ideas. She loves spinning romantic tales of hot alpha males and the women they love. Make sure you check her out!
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