Rope 'n Ride Box Set Books 1-6

by Em Petrova

  He took a bite and even the way he chewed was manly as hell. She squeezed her thighs together, trying not to acknowledge all the naughty things running through her head.

  “What was wrong with the truck anyway?”

  “Alternator.”

  She gaped at him. “You replaced it?”

  “No, it just needed a tweak or two. I charged the battery and it started right up.”

  She sat back, staring at him. “You’re amazing. What can’t you do?”

  He waggled his brows in a suggestive way. “Try me.”

  She found herself giggling at his perverted response. He was cocksure, and why shouldn’t he be? He had his own article with ten really amazing sex positions, many she'd never even heard of.

  They shared their meal and she drank two glasses of wine. She dismissed his offer of a third. She was feeling drunk enough just looking at him. They washed up together and he looked around for a place to dump the scraps.

  “Gotta get you a pig or two.”

  “I’m supposed to be downsizing, not adding animals. What would I do with a pig?”

  “You like bacon, don’t ya?”

  She gazed up at him, and he turned to her. Leaning close, his freshly showered scents making her realize she’d worked all day and could use a shower too.

  “I should get in the shower, but I’m tired suddenly. That meal was like Thanksgiving dinner to me.”

  His gaze intensified, and he curled his fingers around her shoulder, dragging her close. “Let me help you.” His whisper brushed her lips before his mouth did. She melted into his touch, helpless against him.

  When he plunged his tongue into her mouth and stroked her to a frenzy, she stopped caring that he was much younger than her. She wrapped her arms around him.

  He lifted her off her feet and swept her down the hall to the bathroom. There he set her down long enough to start the shower. As steam filled the space, he took her in his arms again and claimed her lips.

  She was losing her mind. She needed to come to her senses fast, before—

  He edged his fingers under the hem of her top, his callused fingertips exploring the bare skin of her torso. She sucked in sharply, and he took the moment to pull her top overhead.

  “Lane—”

  “Just helpin’ ya undress for the shower.” He lowered his head again, but this time he went for the spot between neck and shoulder. Nibbling until her legs threatened to buckle. She grabbed the front of his shirt to remain standing.

  He slid his hands into the stretchy waist of her leggings and peeled the fabric down. Her pussy grew wetter, her clit straining. He pressed kisses down her shoulder to the crest of one breast. Her breaths came in harsh pants, and steam swirled around them. She reached for his shirt too, and he let her pull it off with a crooked, knowing grin.

  No words were necessary. Hell—she didn’t have any. His bare chest rendered her speechless. Golden tan and chiseled with hard work. His nipples pebbled in the centers of his pecs. Ropes of muscle on his arms up to thick shoulders.

  “God,” she murmured.

  “You can call me Lane.”

  She laughed and pulled him down for another kiss. The instant their tongues tangled, she sped things up, dragging her fingers over his back and plucking at his jeans.

  But he couldn’t be hurried. He kissed her more languidly, with slow flips of his tongue. He reached behind her and found her bra clasp. She wiggled closer, wanting him to tweak her nipples and bite and lick them. But he took it slow, sliding the garment off her heated flesh and leaving a trail of goosebumps.

  When he finally closed his fingers around her nipple, she cried out. “Please!”

  “We’ve got all the time in the world, doll.”

  Except, at any time her brain could start functioning again, and she’d realize she was about to fuck a much younger man and push him away. He took her nipple in his mouth and sucked with slow pulls. She clung to him, and he supported her. When he moved to the other nipple, he walked his fingers down her stomach, over the faded stretch marks from birthing Brant and dipped into her panties.

  She stopped breathing as he explored lower. Oh, why hadn’t she thought of grooming down there? She kept it trim, but guys his age liked hairless women. She—

  His fingers met her slick folds, and he growled in reaction. The sound spread need across her senses, and she pushed against his hand with a rock of her hips.

  “You’re fucking soaked for me, doll. Spread your legs.” He captured her mouth again, tongue plunging deep while she tried to remember how to move her legs. She braced her feet wider, and he thumbed her clit, strumming it in a way that had her ready to peak.

  She cried out. He swallowed the noises with his kisses. Then he sank a finger into her pussy in one slick movement and pressed down on her clit with his big thumb.

  “Lane. Oh my God.”

  “Take what you need, doll. I’ve got you.” He kissed her wildly while his fingers worked over her needy, neglected and burning flesh. He stretched her with just his finger—what would his cock feel like? The bulge in his jeans said she should expect an impressive package to go along with the impressive man.

  I can’t find out. The line stops here.

  Right after I come.

  She shook as he sank his finger into her again and again. She hadn’t been fingered like this forever. Long before her ex-husband. He applied pressure to the wall of her pussy, and juices flooded his fingers.

  “Fucking beautiful. So wet for me. C’mon, doll. I’ve been waiting to see you come apart in my arms.”

  His words sent her over the edge. She bucked hard and exploded with a breathy cry. Waves of pleasure pounded her, and she turned her lips into his, desperate to devour him, to drag him deep into this ecstasy along with her.

  * * * * *

  Holy hell. Delaney stood in the circle of his arms, trembling from her orgasm. Small noises escaped her, and he kissed each one away. His cock couldn’t get harder, but tonight was about her. Taking care of her needs.

  Steam was still rolling from the shower—it probably hadn’t taken two minutes to bring her to orgasm with his fingers. A woman like her should be loved well and often. It was obvious it had been a long time since she’d been touched, which was a damn shame.

  “Go on and take your shower.” He sounded as though he’d been parched a month at least.

  Her brow pinched, but she eased aside the shower curtain. He watched her disappear behind the plaid fabric, heart thumping hard.

  Suddenly, she shot out a hand and flattened it against his chest. Warm water ran down his skin. “Come in with me.”

  He hadn’t been asking for an invite, but he wasn’t about to turn it down either. He dropped his jeans and boxers and stripped off his socks in a blink. When he stepped into the shower beside her, she dropped her gaze with a gasp.

  “You’re… exceptional.”

  He grinned, grabbing her up against him and letting her feel every inch of him. “You know how to sweet-talk a man, don’t ya?”

  She shivered in his hold, all wet and slippery and primed for him. He turned her into the spray and let the water wet her scalp. Her honey hair darkened, and she issued a moan. He grabbed a bottle of body wash that smelled like strawberries ripening on the vine and began to soap her.

  Every inch.

  He worked it over her neck and shoulders, massaging away the knots of the day as he did. Then he moved to the front and found a couple other knots. He watched her eyes hood in bliss as he pinched and teased her nipples. She was supple everywhere, and he fucking loved that she had a trim patch of hair on her mound.

  With one hand stretched across her breasts, rubbing them, he slipped his other between her legs. She was soaking and creamy even without the soap, and his cock bobbed on his abs.

  She wrapped her fingers around his girth, and his breath hitched. If she did that a few more times, he’d embarrass himself. He had to distract her so he could live up to his reputation.


  He whirled her, pinned her to the shower wall with her arms raised above her head. She looked up at him, lips bitten and her eyes glazed. Without a word, he took her mouth in a long, sucking kiss. Then he worked his way down, down, down the front of her body until he knelt with his tongue on a level with her juicy pussy.

  One lick and she dug her nails into his shoulders. He groaned and explored deeper, past her folds into her very center. He used his fingers to part her to him.

  “Oh my God… Lane!” She threw her head back as he licked every bit of her. Moving up to the top of her pussy, he found her hardened clit and sucked it between his lips. Gently at first, making love to her with his mouth. She quaked in his hold, and a heady rush came over him.

  He fucking loved pleasuring her.

  She was exactly what he’d dreamed of and so much more. Responsive and ready. He danced his tongue around and around her clit until it was straining for him again. Just when he thought she might peak, he backed off to dip his tongue into her soaking channel.

  She tugged at his hair. “Please. Let me come.”

  Damn, he loved a woman who knew what she wanted and demanded it. That was the difference between her and every other woman he’d ever been with. She was the stuff of his fantasies.

  Need splashed over him along with the warm water. His cock throbbed and pre-come oozed from him. He needed to take hold of it and guide it straight into her pussy. But not yet. He wanted to take this slow, make this right. If he never had another chance, he wanted to be remembered for this moment in time.

  Maybe he was a Calhoun after all. His brothers and sister seemed to enjoy the fame, with the exception of West, who’d had all the wrong kinds. Lane didn’t give a shit if anybody knew his name, but he wanted Delaney to think about him every day for the rest of her life.

  He tongue-fucked her until her muscles grew tight. She trembled, on the precipice. He drove deep, and she raised onto her tiptoes. He opened his mouth wide, using his upper lip against her clit even as he tormented her with his tongue.

  She sucked in a loud rasp and stopped breathing. Her first pulsation struck his tongue, and she bucked against his mouth. He rumbled his satisfaction as her ecstasy seemed to go on forever.

  She released the breath she’d been holding and hung forward. He delivered one last swipe of his tongue to her clit, and she cried out. He regained his feet, sliding all the way up her body to capture her mouth in a slow, dizzying kiss.

  Fuck, he wanted inside her. Now. But she was boneless, he needed to lay her down and bring her to a frenzy again first. He wanted her begging when he sank his cock into her.

  She hardly seemed to notice him washing her hair and rinsing all the soap away. He took down the shower head and angled it between her legs. The thrum of water had her parting her thighs in welcome. He grinned. She probably used this to get herself off. When she started to respond to the caress of water, he replaced the shower head and turned off the water.

  He pushed back the curtain and reached out for a towel folded on a nearby shelf. He flicked it open and wrapped her in it. She let him do everything, standing there complacently.

  She hasn’t had anybody take care of her before.

  She’d been in charge far too long. Well it was time for him to take over a few things. Like the running of her place and her body’s needs. Oh yeah, he could get into that.

  He gave himself a cursory drying off and dropped the towel. She was busy staring at his hard cock that he wasn’t about to cover it up. With a crooked smile, he picked her up. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, her own towel falling away as he carried her to her bedroom.

  While she was at work, he’d taken the freedom to explore the rest of her home. When he’d set eyes on her bedroom, he’d seen a different side of Delaney. On the surface, she was all business. But she enjoyed comforts. Her bed was plush and piled with pillows. Her comforter was some luxury fabric in white. A silky robe hung haphazardly over a chair, and he’d spent half the day thinking of her removing that robe and baring her body for him.

  He lay her down on the bed, and she cupped his face, kissing him hard and with a wildness that surprised him. He leaned back on his elbows. “Slow it down. We’ve got all night.” And weeks after. He wasn’t leaving until she sent him packing. He planned to never let that happen, because leaving would open a hole inside him.

  She stared up with those expressive blue eyes and nodded. “You’re right,” she whispered. “Except I need to sleep at some point. I have to be at work at eight.”

  He nibbled her earlobe. “I’ll take care of you.”

  She locked her arms around him and pulled him down against her. Bodies flush, his cock aching at the sensual pleasure of her nudity. She slid her hand between their bodies and wrapped it around his cock. He groaned and pushed into her hand.

  “It’s my turn.” She gave a few tormenting tugs before he stilled her hand.

  “I can’t last if you keep that up. I want more from you first.” He brushed his lips over hers until he felt her fingers loosen around his length. He took her wrists and pinned them at her sides as he kissed up and down her body. He sucked her nipples and left a mark or three on her white abdomen. Rocking back, he admired his handiwork. He wasn’t normally one to mark a girl, but seeing those red love bites on her made him happy as fuck.

  He nuzzled the patch of dark blonde curls between her legs. She breathed fast and strained to pull her hands free. He glanced up at her. “You want to touch me, don’t you?”

  “Yes.”

  “Not yet.” He snaked out his tongue and curled it around her clit. She panted. Oh yeah, so fucking responsive. He could do this all night. Hell, all month.

  “Lane… what you’re doing… oh my God.” She pushed upward into his tongue. He batted her clit back and forth with soft swipes of his tongue. When she was gushing with juices again, he lifted his head.

  Her eyes were wide, pupils dilated. “What are you doing to me?”

  “What someone should have been doing to you for years. I’m pleased it’s me doin’ it.” He pushed into a kneeling position, his cock jutting between them. He stroked it once and watched her eyes take on a hungry look. She sank her teeth into her lower lip.

  “I need to get a condom out of my wallet in the other room.” He was afraid to leave her side, though. She might overthink things and deny him when he returned.

  She shook her head. “In the nightstand.”

  He arched a brow.

  “It’s been a while, but I can’t raise a teenage son and ask him to be safe if I’m not prepared myself.”

  “Good point. In here?” He leaned across the bed and opened the drawer. A dildo with two heads shifted to the front of a drawer on a pile of condoms and a few batteries. “Now what’s this?” He withdrew the toy and held it up.

  “Um…”

  He fixed her in his stare. “You like it in the ass too?”

  “Sometimes.”

  Holy fuck, she was perfect. Mature enough to know what she wanted and to go get it. Jesus, she couldn’t get any hotter.

  “There’s lube and you just… the switch is on the side.”

  Was she asking him to use that on her? He would, but not tonight. He put it back in to the drawer, grabbed several condoms and the lube.

  “Lane, I’ve never had a man in my ass before. And you’re… big.”

  “I’m not fucking your ass tonight. But I will soon. Now get on your hands and knees, doll.”

  Her lips fell open and she gaped at him. Seeing his seriousness, she rolled over and presented her firm, adorable ass to him. He ran a hand over his face. Fuck, maybe this was a bad idea. He didn’t know how much longer he could hold off. By the time he teased her and got inside her, he’d have a two-pump-and-jump.

  “Hurry. I’m shaking,” she whispered.

  He bit back a groan and squirted some lube on his fingers. Using his other hand, he learned the curves of her backside until she squirmed. Then he thumbed apart her cheeks. T
he sight of her little pucker gave him the biggest case of blue balls this side of the Mississippi.

  He smeared the lube over her pucker again and again. She moaned. He breeched her with a fingertip and began to work her. Images of her legs in the air, fucking herself with that double-headed dildo made him almost come there and then.

  “More,” she rasped, her face turned hard into the covers.

  With an extreme amount of control, he inserted a finger into her backside. She clenched around him and pushed backward.

  “More.”

  “Jesus, woman. You’re killing me. I want to pound into you so bad.”

  “I want you, Lane.”

  Not yet. He bit back his desires and teased her with one finger and then two. Watching his fingers disappear into her backside excited him to the point of insanity. He growled and leaned over her body, fucking her ass with his fingers while placing small bites on her spine. She stiffened.

  Fuck, she was going to come this way. He leaned back to watch her face. Her eyes were pinched shut in bliss and her lips parted. Though it was dim in the room, with only the light from the hallway seeping in, he knew she was flushed.

  “Come for me. You need this, doll. C’mon.”

  His words seemed to shove her over the edge. Her body clamped onto his fingers and he pumped them in and out of her until she collapsed to the bed.

  * * * * *

  She’d just come for a man four times. A man who knew and understood her body better than guys decades older than him. And he knew her secrets too. Nobody knew about her kinky side and how much she loved ass play. How she could come anally as easily as the other.

  Now he did.

  He withdrew his fingers and got off the bed. She heard the faucet running in the bathroom as he washed his hands. When he returned, she still lay facedown, unable to move.

  She was spent.

  But one touch and she was stirring again. He stroked his fingers down her side, over the curve of her breast, and she rolled over and opened her arms.

  He was sporting a condom. He fitted his cock against her opening and took her in one hard shove. She cried out and locked him close as she found his mouth. Hard lips that could please oh, so well. She swirled her tongue against his as he pumped his cock into her.