He flipped the station to an outdoor hunting channel and stared at the screen without seeing it. “Maybe I oughta go with you.”
Libby kissed his forehead. “Don’t scowl, it’ll give you wrinkles. Besides, Cheyenne wouldn’t be fun for you, stuck in the hotel all day.”
“But the nights of hot motel sex would make up for it.”
“I’m assigned a roommate.”
Quinn hated when she went to conferences. She was too damn busy during the day to call him and too tired at night. He was lucky if they talked one time.
“Speaking of… I have to leave at the crack of dawn, so I’d better get going.” She flounced out of the room.
That sucked. He dropped his head back on the couch and gazed at the ceiling. Had Libby deliberately misled him?
You two weren’t exactly talking before last Friday.
True, but they’d done a helluva lot of talking since then. Then he remembered her insistence they not make promises for the future beyond the weekend, because she might need more time to think it over.
Evidently, Libby always intended on taking that time, in Cheyenne—whether he liked it or not.
Quinn didn’t like it one little bit.
But he’d damn sure give her something to remember him by before she left. He managed to cool his heels for ten minutes before he went upstairs.
The suitcase was open on the floor. The suit bag was spread out across the bed. Both were almost full. Quinn leaned against the doorjamb and watched Libby scurrying around.
She finally noticed him. “Why are you skulking in the doorway?”
“Can’t a man appreciate his wife?”
“Sweet-talker.”
“I’m tryin’. How much packing you got left?”
“Almost done. Just have to pick shoes, but I’m tempted to take one pair.”
“Need help?” He ambled toward the closet.
“Nah. I’m good.”
Libby paid no attention to him as she mumbled and pawed through her dresser drawers.
Her side of the closet contained fewer clothes. It was easy to find what he wanted. Quinn unhooked the heavy material from the metal hanger. After she’d zipped up the suit bag and set it next to the suitcase on the floor, he tossed the pair of black suede fringed chaps on the bed.
She slowly turned around with an odd look in her eyes. “Umm. I think those are inappropriate for a librarian’s conference, don’t you?”
“Good thing you ain’t wearin’ ’em for nobody but me.”
“Quinn—”
He loomed over her in a half a heartbeat. “Put them on. No arguin’. No panties. No shirt. No bra. No socks. No boots. Just the chaps. I’ll be back in five minutes. You’d better be undressed and ready.”
“Ready for what?”
“Ready for whatever I tell you to do.”
Libby blinked at him. A few seconds passed and she nodded.
Quinn retreated to the bathroom. Seemed an eternity before he trekked back down the hallway to their bedroom.
She was sitting on the bed and jumped up the instant she saw him. “Was I supposed to be standing?”
“You’re fine.” Quinn shut and locked the door. He closed the blinds. Turned off the overhead light and flipped on the bedside lamp. Rolled back the quilt, exposing the sheets. Then he faced her. Crowded her, really. “Hands by your sides.”
She dropped the arms she’d crossed over her chest.
“Lord almighty, lookit you.” And what an eyeful Quinn got. His wife made his pulse race and his cock hard. “Turn and let me see the view from the back.”
It appeared Libby might argue, but she swiveled her hips, tossed her head and twirled around.
“Holy mother. That’s the sexiest damn sight I’ve ever seen.” The leather hugged her legs. The cut of the chaps highlighted her rounded, naked ass. The thick strap spanned the curve of her lower back and brought to mind bondage games he’d salivated over in porn flicks, but hadn’t thought he’d ever get the chance to try. He’d like to tie her up. Bind her hands in all sorts of tempting ways—above her head, behind her back, in front where the ropes would rub against her—
“Quinn?”
His gaze whipped to hers. Another time he’d remind her of his expertise with ropes. A small smile crept up. “Lemme see you shakin’ that badonkadonk.”
“What?”
“I wanna see your ass swingin’ and the fringe flappin’.”
“But—”
“Do it, Lib. Make me wild to get my hands and mouth all over you.”
“For being a man of few words you sure do use them well.”
“I’m a new man, darlin’ wife.”
At first, her hands were clutched into fists by her side, but eventually she hitched her shoulders back and raised her arms. Cupping each elbow, her arms created a square above her head. Libby twitched her hips side-to-side, adding a quick snap at the end, causing the fringe to slap against the leather and her skin.
Quinn groaned at the erotic swish-swish-snap sound. “Keep goin’. I’m gettin’ all kinds of worked up.”
Libby widened her stance, performing a bump-and-grind routine that’d cause a stripper envy. She rolled her pelvis as she shimmied forward and peeped at him upside down from between her legs. She cooed, “How’m I doing, cowboy?”
“Definitely makin’ me wild. Stand up and face me.”
She spun around. “What now?”
“You’ll see. Be still.” He idly dragged his index finger from the tip of her chin, down the flushed skin of her throat, through the valley of her cleavage, zigzagging over her ribs and stomach. He traced the leather strap between her hipbones and her flesh quivered.
Libby trembled when he fell to his knees.
Quinn admired his handiwork from the previous night—her completely bare-shaven pussy. He passed his palms down the outside of her thighs. The fringe tickled her legs as he followed the sensuous curves to her ankles.
When he allowed his hands the same leisurely journey back up, she emitted a soft moan. Brushing his lips across the swell of her belly, he murmured, “Tell me what you want. I’ll do anything you ask.”
“You know what I want.”
His let his hair tease the underside of her breasts, knowing it drove her crazy as he feathered butterfly kisses over her lower torso. “Say the words, Libby.”
“Put your mouth on my…sex. Suck my clit. Use your hands and your tongue, just…make me come.”
“Sit on the edge of the bed. Lay back. Close your eyes.”
The bed bounced she hit it so fast.
He withheld a smile as he grabbed the lube and her vibrator out of the nightstand drawer. He scooted between her legs, bent his head and tasted her.
“Oh. Yeah.”
Another pass of his tongue. Quinn licked and teased, rubbing his face all over her smooth skin. Evidently the sensation of his wet mouth and cooling breaths across her hot flesh, coupled with soft tongue flicks and the rough scrape of his evening beard, quickly drove Libby to the edge.
“Quinn. Please.”
As he zeroed in on her clit, he began to lightly massage her anus. She tensed up, like she always did. This time instead of backing off, he said, “Relax. Lemme make you feel good.”
Surprisingly, she did relax.
With every suck and lick, Quinn swirled his finger a little deeper inside her back channel, while he thrust his thumb in and out of her wet pussy. When Libby began pushing down on his hand, he suctioned his lips around her clit and slid his middle finger in her ass as she started to come.
It was hot as hell, feeling her throb against his tongue as her interior muscles contracted around his finger and thumb.
After the pulses subsided, Libby opened her eyes. “Wow.”
He took his time tasting the dips and hollows of her body, steeping his taste buds in the sweet and salty flavor of her skin. Against her throat, he said, “Did you like that?”
“God, yes.”
“Do you wan
t more?”
“Mmm. You could probably persuade me.”
“Flip onto your belly.” Once Quinn had her stretched out at an angle across the bed, he followed her spine with his tongue. “You got what you wanted. Now it’s my turn. I wanna slide my cock in that virgin hole and fuck you.”
She sucked in a harsh breath. “Are you giving me a choice?”
“Nope. I’m claimin’ this part of you I’ve waited for, for years.” His teeth tugged on her earlobe. “Admit it. You liked my finger.”
“Well, yeah, but there’s a difference between one finger and your cock.”
“I ain’t exactly hung like a bull.”
“I don’t think—”
“So don’t think. I’ll make sure you’re ready, and when you are, I’ll go slow.” He kept kissing everywhere his lips could reach, brushing his clothed body against her bare skin. “Come on, darlin’, I’m dyin’ here. And if you were honest with yourself, you’d admit you’re just as curious as I am.”
Libby lifted her head to look at him. “I swear to God, if it hurts—”
The rest of Libby’s protest was lost in Quinn’s demanding kiss. He seduced her, inflamed her, brought her back to the magical place where desire ruled.
She ripped her mouth free with a gasp. “Do it before I change my mind.”
Didn’t have to tell him twice. He hopped up and stripped. He liberally coated his fingers, staring greedily at the rounded globes of her ass and the hidden pink hole as he greased up his cock.
When she attempted to push to her hands and knees, he hiked her hips into the air and pressed her chest against the mattress. “Stretch your arms above your head.”
Quinn climbed on the bed and squirted a dollop of lube on the rose-colored pucker. He swirled his index finger around, waiting for her to clench.
She didn’t.
While stroking the expanse of her naked back with his free hand, he inserted his finger deep, to the webbing.
Libby hissed.
“You okay?”
“Yeah, it just feels…different from this angle.”
After squeezing out more lube, he added a second finger.
Her body stiffened slightly but the muscles surrounding his fingers remained loose.
“So sexy, so hot, so damn tight.” Quinn leaned forward and nibbled on her shoulder blades as he carefully stretched her. When she rocked her ass back onto his fingers, he knew she was ready. “Give me your right hand.” She slid her arm down and he placed the vibrator in her palm. He turned it on. “I wanna see you usin’ this as I’m fuckin’ you.”
Libby made a sound that was half-moan, half-gasp as her hand disappeared between her legs.
Quinn pressed his cock against the opening and gently pushed the head past the ring of muscle. Despite his need to pound into her, he stopped. Took a breath. As a man of few words, Libby wouldn’t expect a play-by-play and he was too far gone with lust to indulge in dirty talk.
Holding her soft butt cheeks in his hands, he watched his cock disappear into her ass an inch at a time.
Oh sweet Jesus, that was good. He waited a minute to savor claiming the last piece of his wife’s virginity and giving her the last of his.
Vibrations inched closer to his balls as Libby stroked the vibrator over her slit. The buzzing sensation sent tingles up his spine. Straight up his dick. He pulled out little by little, leaving just the tip of his cock hugged by her flexing muscles. Then he slid deep until her anus was snug against the wider base of his shaft.
Two, three more times, he drove in and out, the warning slow slow slow screamed in his head, warring with the ever louder harder harder harder. Quinn managed to keep the pace steady even when sweat dripped into his eyes. He clenched his teeth, his fingers and his ass cheeks against the need to pound into that tight channel with everything he had.
“Quinn?”
“Uh-huh?”
“You’re holding back, aren’t you?”
“Uh-huh.”
“You aren’t hurting me.”
“You sure?”
“Positive. Take me how you want.”
With a noise similar to a snarl, Quinn unleashed the beast inside him. He withdrew and slammed into her with enough force to send her grasping for purchase on the slippery sheets. Over and over. Without pause. “Fuck, that’s so good.”
Each pounding thrust had Quinn climbing the precipice to that elusive point of pleasure. The tight clasp of her untried passage, the buzz of the vibrator, the visual of Libby’s body stretched out before him as he’d always dreamed. He fucked her hard enough the bed shook.
Libby’s orgasm hit. She screamed.
The high-pitched feminine wail was one of the sexiest sounds Quinn had ever heard.
When she bore down on his cock, and her body attempted to suck his pulsing sex deeper, Quinn lost his thin grip on control. He rammed in to the hilt as his balls lifted and he bathed her channel with his seed. He squeezed his eyes shut as her body milked every hot spurt, each blast of heat burst from his cock like a pipeline of liquid fire.
Eventually, the primitive roar in his head lessened. Even when he could think and breathe again, his heart kept a rapid thud-dunk-adunk as he eased out of her.
After kissing the back of her head and murmuring sweet nonsense, Quinn retreated to the bathroom, cleaned himself up, and brought back a warm washcloth to do the same for her.
She didn’t move much. She didn’t look at him. He didn’t know whether that was a bad or a good sign. After he’d tossed the washcloth aside, he rolled her over. Finally, she opened her eyes.
“Hey. You all right?”
“Tired.” Her jaw cracked as she yawned. “Man. I’m not used to two days of raunchy sex.”
“Complaints?”
“Not a single one. I liked that. I didn’t think I would.”
“Good.”
Silence.
Libby sat up and reached for the covers. “I’ve gotta be up early tomorrow. You coming to bed?”
Quinn toyed with the lace on the pillowcase. “I didn’t know if I’d be sleepin’ in the horse trailer again.”
“Why would you think that?”
“Because I was rough with you.”
“I asked you to be rough with me.”
“But—”
“No buts, silly man. Of course I want you here. No more regrets, no more holding back.” She touched his face. “I want to be everything you need, Quinn. Everything. In bed and out.”
“You are.”
“Good. Now come in here and warm me up.”
He slid between the sheets and spooned behind her. “I missed sleepin’ with you, Lib.”
“Is that all you missed?” she teased.
“No. But I don’t got time to tell you everything I missed. It’d take hours.” He let his lips follow the outside shell of her ear. “Days maybe.”
“You’re so sweet.”
After a bit, he whispered, “I love you like crazy, Libby McKay. I ain’t ever lettin’ you get away from me again.”
Chapter Nine
Late Thursday morning, Quinn was wrenching on an old tractor outside the barn when a Crook County sheriff’s car pulled up. He wiped his hands on a rag and squinted at the familiar driver.
His cousin, Cam McKay, had signed on as a deputy after his return from Iraq. The door opened and all six-foot-five inches of Cam unfolded from the vehicle.
“Mornin’,” Quinn said.
“Mornin’, Q,” Cam replied, slamming the door.
Cam’s limp was noticeable as he ambled over. Quinn focused his attention on Cam’s face rather than his disability. “Out makin’ the rounds today, Deputy McKay?”
“I wish. Is Libby around?”
“Nah. She’s at a conference in Cheyenne all week.”
“That explains it.”
“Explains what?”
“This.” Cam held up an envelope. “Why I’m serving you with papers from Ginger Paulson, Attorney-at-Law.”
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bsp; Quinn’s stomach pitched. “You’re shittin’ me.”
“Nope. Sorry.” Cam passed over the envelope. “This part of my job sucks worse than dodging bullets.”
“When did you get this?” Quinn asked as he ripped the flap open.
“First thing this morning. I grabbed it soon as it was dropped off. I figured you’d rather get it from me than from Sheriff Turnbull.” Pause. “Unless you plan on shooting the messenger?”
“Not hardly. Ain’t your fault and my gun is in my truck.” Quinn didn’t know squat about legal procedure, but he had a pretty good idea what kind of papers were inside the envelope. The rag fell to the ground as he scanned the document.
A Summons and Complaint, filed by Ginger A. Paulson, Attorney-at-Law, on behalf of Libby Adams McKay, Complaint. Dated…Tuesday morning.
Son of a bitch.
Quinn’s face grew hot, his eyes smarted. He felt like he’d been bucked off a bull—breathless, blindsided and stupid.
“Q? Buddy, you okay?”
He couldn’t look at his cousin. The pity in Cam’s eyes would do him in. “No. I’m about as far from fine as a man can get.” Spilling his guts. Nice. Maybe he oughta throw himself in the dirt and start bawling too.
“Look, I ain’t tryin’ to be a dick, or to stick my nose in, but Ben made it sound like you and Libby had gotten back together last weekend.”
“I thought we had.”
Silence.
Finally, Quinn glanced up and waved the paper. “This ain’t some kinda mistake?”
Cam shook his head.
“Fuck.”
“Have you talked to Libby since she’s been in Cheyenne?”
“Once. She’s always so damn busy at those conferences she don’t have time to call.” Come to think of it, when he’d called her Tuesday night, she had acted more distracted than usual.
Why?
Because you showed her your darker side. It scared her and she’s rethinking whether she wants to spend her life with you.
No. Libby had wanted to see it. Hell, she’d demanded to see it.
Then why with all your sharing of feelings and hours of lovemaking didn’t she tell you she loved you?
His heart nearly stopped.
Surely Libby had uttered those three little words at some point over the weekend.
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