Redneck Romeo (Rough Riders)

by Lorelei James

Pushing him to the edge wouldn’t be a problem. The man was already there.

  “Mr. McKay?” a staff member inquired behind him.

  “Yeah. I know. Gotta get the paperwork done.”

  “I’m supposed to ask if you’d like to dine here. I can have a private table reserved for you.”

  Dalton looked at her. “How’s that sound?”

  “Good.”

  He kissed her cheek. “Hang out by the slot machines. I’ll be back in ten.”

  Rory wandered on the main floor. She had more fun watching people shoving nickels in the slots than doing so herself. She didn’t stop for long in one place; too much restless energy. She did pause to look at a display of Old West memorabilia.

  She sensed his return. Feeling his hot gaze tracking her backside, from her heeled boots up her legs. Lingering on the curve of her ass. Her hips. Her fall of hair that brushed the bottom of her shoulder blades.

  Then Dalton’s hands landed on her hips. He swept aside her hair and placed a very possessive kiss on the side of her neck.

  Gooseflesh broke out across her entire body and she released a soft moan.

  “That moan drives me fucking insane. I wanna slip my hand under your skirt and finger you until you come. Then I’d lick that sweet cream from my fingers.”

  Rory turned her head to nuzzle his jaw. “Then I’d suck it from your tongue.” She actually felt his pulse jump.

  “Jungle girl, we’re gonna rip each other to pieces when we’re alone.” His mouth grazed her ear. “And. I. Can’t. Fucking. Wait.” He punctuated each word with a kiss.

  Her entire body hummed with anticipation.

  “But I promised to feed you first, so let’s go.”

  Dalton clasped her hand and they climbed the stairs to the next level.

  The host escorted them to a private table in the corner with windows on both sides.

  She unrolled her silverware from her napkin and tried not to gawk. “This place is like…wow. Really upscale.”

  Dalton looked up from the menu. “Food looks good. Since this meal is on the house, have whatever you want.”

  The waiter delivered bottle of champagne and poured two flutes.

  Rory raised her glass. “To Dalton McKay’s poker face and his incredible luck at cards.” When he growled, she laughed. “Kidding. To your winning strategy.”

  They drank. Dalton refilled their glasses.

  As he contemplated the menu, Rory studied him. Candle glow looked amazing on him. He’d mussed up his hair during the games and she preferred that wild look. His full lips were pursed as if he was deep in thought. When he glanced up at her from beneath the brim of his black hat, she was struck anew by his rugged good looks. It’d taken him longer to grow into that handsome face, but man, was it worth the wait.

  “Sugarplum, why’re you lookin’ at me like you’ve never seen me before?”

  “Because you’re gorgeous. Every woman in this restaurant is staring at you. They’re wondering what you’re like in bed.”

  “If there are women in here besides you, I didn’t notice.”

  She bit back a sigh and refused to let her cynical side get a foothold and warn her it was just another line.

  Dalton ordered the elk medallions with a wild mushroom and bourbon demi-glaze. Rory ordered the pumpkin ravioli in a sweet cream sauce.

  After the waiter left, she glanced up at Dalton to see him staring at her with a decidedly predatory look. “What?”

  “Think anyone would notice if you hiked up your skirt and crawled onto my lap?”

  “Pretty sure the entire restaurant would notice.”

  “I’m game.”

  “Well, I’m not. I don’t want anyone to see how it is between us.”

  “Because it’s special?” he prompted.

  “Because it’s so scorching hot between us that watching might make their eyeballs explode.”

  Dalton smiled the wolfish gleam that turned the delicious curl of want inside her into a raging inferno.

  “Stop that,” she hissed. “I am not gonna crawl on your cock and ride you like a pony.”

  “Shame. Do I have other options?” He drained the champagne and poured more.

  “Such as?”

  “Watching you masturbate.”

  “Right here, right now?”

  “Yep.”

  “Are you drunk?” she demanded.

  “Nope.”

  Rory cocked her head. “Suppose I did spread my legs and slip my fingers into my cunt to get myself off. You’d still be hard and horny. How would you benefit?”

  Dalton plucked up her hand and rubbed the tips of his fingers on his lips. “The benefit for me is that you did what I told you. You have no idea how much I love watching you come. It’s even better—” he kissed her fingertips, “—and hotter when you do it for me.”

  “Dalton, the list of things I won’t do with you or to you or have you do to me is pretty short. But I draw the line at diddling myself between courses in a four-star restaurant.”

  That aw-shucks grin appeared. “Worth a try.”

  Tempting to chuck a dinner roll at him but she resisted. “Can you dial back the I need to fuck your brains out vibe, please? At least while we’re enjoying this meal?” Her gaze took in every inch of his face. “It’s a nice change for us, being out on the town, dressed up and eating fancy food.”

  His eyes softened. “Baby, I’ll take you out for a nice dinner and show you off every night of the week if that’s what you want.”

  “Not necessary. I want this night out with you. Celebrating you being the big money winner.”

  “Deal.”

  During dinner he entertained her with stories from his travels in Europe.

  Yet he didn’t dial down the sexual intensity completely. It buzzed between them, making her hyperaware of his every movement. His every breath. His every uncompromising stare.

  As Rory pondered dessert choices, she asked if he wanted to share. The molten look in his eyes when he murmured, “I’m havin’ you for dessert,” almost had her skipping the three layer chocolate cake with vanilla bean crème freche.

  Almost.

  Floating on champagne, an amazing meal and a cup of strong coffee, Rory faced Dalton when he placed his hand in the small of her back as they left the restaurant.

  He lowered his head and she expected a gentle peck. But he consumed her mouth in a blistering kiss, revving that sexual need into overdrive. When he finally released her lips, she knew the buzz she felt was all from him.

  The elevator dinged and the doors slid open. As soon as the doors closed, Dalton shoved a keycard into the slot and they descended to the lowest level—which she remembered was not street level.

  “Dalton—”

  Then that avid mouth was on hers again. He’d crowded her into the corner with one hand gripping her hair and the other hand squeezing her hip.

  By the time the elevator stopped, her head spun, her heart raced, and the inside of her thighs were damp and sticky. He could get her hot and bothered in the span of two floors.

  After the doors opened he hit the button sending it back up. The space was dark. The only illumination came from the glow of the exit signs.

  “Where are we?”

  “The extra gaming room in the basement. The casino only uses it when they run a big tournament. No cameras down here,” he said against her throat. His big body pushed her backward. “Jesus. I want you so fuckin’ bad I can’t even walk a straight line.”

  “But how…” Rory moaned when his teeth skimmed the tendons straining in her neck.

  “The head of hotel security owed me a favor.”

  Her ass bumped into something solid and she stopped.

  Dalton said, “Hold on to me and hop up.”

  Once she was seated, she glanced down to see what she was seated on.

  A table covered in green felt.

  He created space for himself between her thighs. “So fuckin’ hot in this skirt,” he hissed in
her ear as he rolled it up to her hips. “Need to get under it, get in you, before I explode.”

  Seeing Dalton this crazed to have her, feeling that pure sexual energy pulsing off him, made her wet, made her burn, made her brave. For him she could be the kinky girl who got fucked on a gaming table in the basement of a casino. In his eyes she was the red-hot lover that her lover couldn’t get enough of. She could prove she was the reckless woman who got off on getting her man off any time, any place.

  His lips danced across her skin, soft and wet and perfect. “I want you.” A soft pass. “But first I’m gonna eat my dessert.”

  “How did you—” was all she managed before she found herself flat on her back—on a poker table!—with Dalton yanking her thong aside.

  Then she didn’t give a rip where she was. Dalton’s mouth was licking her pussy, sucking every bit of juice from her swollen tissues. His growling moans vibrated against her flesh until that teasing tingle started behind her tailbone.

  But that wasn’t what she wanted or what he needed.

  She clapped her hands on his cheeks and pulled that skillful mouth off her. “I’m wet, you’re hard. Fuck me. Now.”

  His eyes glittered and he undid his belt. His jeans and boxers hit the tops of his boots. He gripped the insides of her thighs and shoved them wider apart.

  Then he crammed his cock into her so fast and hard she arched off the table.

  “Hold on,” he panted as he worked his cock in and out with long strokes. “Pull your shirt down so I can watch your tits bounce as I fuck you like this.”

  Rather than rip the buttons to do his bidding, Rory undid the buttons one at a time. “You like these?” She cupped her breasts and pushed them up, creating a deep line of cleavage.

  “Yes,” he gritted out. His hips began doing that twisty thing as he pumped inside her. “Show me.”

  “Huh-uh high roller. You wanna see ’em, free ’em yourself.”

  Dalton’s palms moved up her hips. Wearing the depraved grin that made her belly swoop, Dalton unhooked the first two hooks on the bustier before he tugged it down. Then her breasts were free, bouncing with abandon. “Fuck that’s hot.” He watched with a gleam in his eye, bottoming out on every thrust to make the flesh shake.

  “I love the way you fuck me.”

  “And what way is that?”

  “However you want.”

  Keeping his eyes on hers, Dalton bent forward and licked her nipple. Just one lash of his wet tongue. “Brace your hands above your head on the rail.”

  As soon as she did, his hand slid between her legs and he traced her slit from where his cock filled her to the fleshy folds of her pussy lips. He bit down on her nipple—the shock of pain immediately gave way to pleasure as the heat and wetness of his mouth surrounded the rock hard tip. He lifted his head, dark hair falling across his forehead in that untamed manner and his teeth hovered over her nipple. But the same time he bit down, he pinched her clit.

  Rory gasped as the orgasm came out of nowhere. Her clit throbbed beneath his pinching fingers; his sucking mouth was firmly latched onto her nipple as he fucked her into that white void of bliss.

  Soft kisses on the upper swells of her breasts brought her back to reality.

  “Need you from behind.” He pulled out and rolled her over, yanking her body down the table. Her hips were against the outside edge and the tips of her shoes could almost touch the floor. Almost. In this position Rory was completely at Dalton’s mercy.

  Good thing she didn’t need to use any brain cells; hers were still buzzing from that outstanding orgasm.

  Dalton lifted her ass cheeks and shoved back into her pussy. His hands pushed against her butt to keep her hips from slamming into the edge as he hammered into her.

  “So fucking perfect how this hot cunt grips me. It owns me.”

  Rory squeezed his cock on his next pass and he yelled, “Fuck.”

  His fingertips tightened on her flesh a split second before he released a long shuddering groan as he came.

  And came.

  Dalton’s legs shook. So did his voice. “So fucking… Jesus. I can’t even come up with a word to describe that.”

  Then his hand was in her hair, cranking her head so he could destroy her with a searing kiss that managed to be sexy as shit and sweet as honey. When he finally released her mouth, she sighed again.

  He lightly rubbed his lips back and forth across the shell of her ear. “You rocked my universe this time, jungle girl.”

  “I’m feeling a little spun out of orbit myself.”

  Then in typical Dalton fashion, he tended to her. Gently lowering her to her feet. Straightening her thong and tugging her skirt back into place. Kissing her with an erotic tease as he adjusted her bustier and buttoned her blouse.

  Clasping her hand in his, he headed for the elevator, but she pulled him back.

  “What?”

  “Does your key card work for the stairs? Because I don’t wanna parade through the lobby with sex hair.”

  Dalton kissed her forehead. “Of course. Let’s go back to the room. But first…” He pushed her against the door to the stairs and planted a kiss on the side of her neck. “Thank you for tonight, Aurora. It’s been one of the best nights of my life.”

  He’d rocked her to the core. But she also feared it wasn’t her specifically who’d starred in his fucking-on-a-poker-table fantasy—she was just the woman who’d helped him fulfill it. So to keep things between them light and sexy, she cooed, “Of course it’s one of the best nights of your life. You won a shit ton of cash, ate a fancy meal for free and got your rocks off.”

  His entire body stiffened at her flip response.

  But Rory refused to feel guilty for reminding him—and herself—that this was all fun and games.

  Chapter Nineteen

  In years past, Dalton had arrived at McKay family poker games with Tell. Then after they’d lost—always on purpose—they’d hit a bar, or a party, or a strip club.

  Trucks lined the driveway. It appeared he was the last to arrive. Stupid to have a bout of nerves. He’d known these people all his life.

  Ben answered the door before Dalton could knock. “Hey, come in. You’re just in time—we’re drawing names.” He held out a cowboy hat. “Pick a slip of paper.”

  “For what?”

  “Which table you start at. There’s too many of us so we’re setting up two tables. Top three winners from each table will get to the final round. Now that you’re here and there are thirteen of us…” Ben frowned. “That don’t divide evenly.”

  Once again Dalton felt like the odd man out. Last to arrive, last one picked for the team, the one everyone else had to move to make room for.

  Ben clapped him on the back and looked at the number on the paper. “No matter, we’ll go seven and six.”

  With the exception of Ben and Keely, Dalton hadn’t seen any of his McKay cousins since he’d returned. They all seemed friendly enough, but it wasn’t like it used to be. Maybe because you’re not who you used to be. He declined a beer from Quinn, who played bartender, and opted for soda.

  Keely sidled up to him for a hug. “You’re keeping yourself mighty scarce, Dalton.”

  “I’ve got some stuff goin’ on.”

  “Like Rory? Family gossip says you’re seeing her all official and like.”

  “How in the hell do you have time to keep tabs on me when you’ve got four kids?”

  “No clue. Some days are a blur. JJ and Liam have hit the terrible twos and are absolute hellions. Hellions,” she repeated. “Luckily Piper loves to tattle so I hear everything those boys try when I don’t have my eye on them.”

  “What goes around, comes around, little sis,” Colt said.

  “I was never that bad. Even Mom says so.” She smirked. “But it oughta be fun hearing how Jack’s afternoon went, since he’s taking all the kids to grocery store today. Even I’m not brave enough to do that.”

  “That’s why it’s great to have a built-in b
abysitter,” Cord said. “Although Kyler don’t appreciate havin’ to stay home and watch his little brothers and sister when he’d rather be out tearin’ around.” Cord crossed his arms over his chest. “Find it odd he volunteered to help you when he’s got plenty of chores to do at home.”

  “Kyler is a good kid. I’m glad to have his help. He mentioned you and AJ had another boy. Belated congrats. How old is he now?”

  “Vaughn is two and a half. We keep our angel away from Keely and Jack’s twin devil boys so as to not give him any ideas,” Cord said, ducking Keely’s swat.

  “Looks like the McKay ranch will be goin’ strong for another generation with all the ranch hands in training,” Dalton said.

  None of them suggested that he get on the stick, get married and add to the fray, since that hadn’t exactly worked out last time.

  “We’ve the table assignments, so listen up,” Kade said. “Table one will be, me, Keely, Quinn, Tell, Gavin and Colby. Table two will be Ben, Colt, Cam, Brandt, Cord, Dalton and Kane.” He pointed to Ainsley at the end of the bar. “Ainsley has volunteered to be the banker.”

  “I didn’t volunteer; I was volunteered by my husband.”

  “Handling money is a natural state for you, darlin’.”

  Dalton wondered if Ben saw her stick her tongue out at him.

  “So head over and get your chips if you haven’t yet. Buy-in is fifty bucks.”

  Dalton stood in line next to Tell. He leaned in to whisper, “You playing it safe today, bro?”

  “Not on your life.”

  “Me neither. Get ready for the showdown between you and me in the championship round.”

  “Wanna bet who comes out on top?”

  “I ain’t makin’ a side wager with you, Tell.” Dalton grinned. “Be like takin’ food outta your kid’s mouth.”

  “A hundred bucks says I win it all.”

  Sucker. Dalton stuck out his hand. “You’re on.”

  As soon as he took his seat at the table, he said, “Who’s dealing?”

  “This ain’t no fancy casino game. We take turns dealing,” Kane said. “Ainsley keeps an eye on things so there’s no cheating.”

  “Who would ever cheat at cards?” Cam said with a mock gasp.

  “You. Which is sad considering you are an officer, sworn to uphold the law,” Colt said.