Cowboys Down
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“I got you, sugar.” Sully pushed one finger inside as he leaned over to nip and suck at Denny’s nipples. Denny loved getting finger-fucked, and Sully loved doing it to him. Here, like this, he could do it without worrying he was going to hurt him.
“Yes.” It came out like a hiss and Denny’s whole body jerked. “Oh, yeah. Sully, please.”
Sully moaned, biting down as he fucked Denny with one finger and then two. The way Denny moved to take his fingers in told him all he needed to know about whether “this contraption” was doing its job or not. God damn, but Sully loved fixing things. He purred against Denny’s skin and got right to work doing what he did best.
Denny had been pissed off all day, and he’d been even more pissed off when Sully carried him upstairs. He was tired of being pissed off. And then the swing. The fucking swing. He hated the idea, hated the thing, hated getting into it. But when Sully started touching him, when he realized he was cradled in butter-soft leather that held him up and eased his aching back, when he was tipped backward so his throbbing legs were comfortably up and spread, he started to change his mind.
Sully slid two fingers in, and Denny felt like he was in heaven. He slipped his hands through the wrist straps and held on tight, taking some of his weight on his arms. He shifted and pushed down onto Sully’s fingers. He couldn’t help the way he was moaning. Sometimes he hated how he was such a sucker for being touched there, and that Sully knew how to get him going.
As good as it felt, Sully was going too damn slow for Denny’s liking, and he swallowed his pride to mutter, “Damn it, Sully. Stop your fuckin’ dawdling.”
“Not gonna let me play?” Sully asked, looking up at Denny as his tongue flicked over Denny’s nipple again. Sully’s blue eyes had gone dark with want. He pushed those two fingers in deep, and then added a third. “You look so damn good like this.”
“Oh, Christ.” Those wrist straps came in damn handy when Denny arched and shuddered. “Not like I can make you do anything like this.”
The realization hit Denny like a fist, that he was helpless and couldn’t even get himself out. It made his eyes go wide and his breath catch. Part of him loved it, and the rest of him was screaming blue murder for him to find a way out.
“Trust me, sugar.” Sully stopped moving his fingers, which got Denny’s attention right quick. “You’ve trusted me every damn time you’re out on the track. Think you can trust me now?”
Denny made himself breathe. He’d had way too much of being helpless lately. But this was Sully. This was his Sully who held his life in his big hands every time he opened up his car. And Sully sure as hell never caused him a minute’s pain.
“I do.” Maybe it was himself Denny didn’t trust. He was really, finally safe and, for a moment, all he felt was good, and he was scared he was going to fall apart.
Cowboys Down
Barbara Elsborg
Stockbroker meets stock breaker. But who’s taming whom?
London stockbroker Jasper Randolph flies to Jackson Hole with hopes as high as the Grand Tetons. Hope that the getaway will force him to let loose, get dirty, and overcome a deep-seated phobia about horseback riding.
He hadn’t counted on an attraction to the dude ranch owner’s son, a man with sun-tousled hair, eyes bluer than Wyoming skies…and a father who’d rather eat tofu than accept his only son’s sexuality.
The moment Calum lays eyes on the uptight, buttoned-down Brit, he’s lost. But with his own saddlebags full of emotional baggage, he knows he should be looking at anything but Jasper’s spotless riding boots and tight-fitting jodhpurs. Trouble is, Jasper makes his heart buck like a wild horse trying to break free.
Despite the differences that set them oceans apart, they fall hard and fast. Trouble isn’t far behind, and they’re in for a rocky romantic ride. Especially since there’s growing evidence that someone is willing to do anything—no matter how dangerous—to poison their love.
Warning: Mix one sun-bronzed cowboy with a yummy Brit who’d give Darcy in his wet shirt a run for his money. Mix gently. Try not to drool.
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Cowboys Down
Copyright © 2012 by Barbara Elsborg
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