Loving a Bad Boy (Bad Boys Western Romance Book 4)

by Susan Arden

  “Baby,” he rasped, caressing her breasts.

  Her nipples stiffened against his thumbs and she begged him for more. The sound of her voice echoed in his mind, pulling taut on his last reserve of self-control. His cock grew unbearably rigid, confined in his jeans.

  “How much longer do you have to stay open?” He gazed down their bodies, absorbing how they’d fit better without all these clothes.

  “Tick. Tock. Holiday hours. I’m ready to close right now, cowboy.” She canted forward and lifted up on her toes, grabbing him by the collar and pressing her full pink lips to his. A sweet kiss, at first. Then she danced her tongue across his, giving him a taste of the raw intensity they’d shared last night.

  He went one better and drove his tongue into her mouth. He took their kiss deeper as he’d done to her pussy, and hankered doing again…soon. Sommer tasted sweet and he devoured her moans. Her sexy nips to his lips shattered his will to hold back. He had a choice. Haul her up against the wall and take her. Or release her, and get his head screwed back on tight.

  “Sugar,” he groaned, uncurling his fingers from her arms.

  “Ssshhh.” Her breath caressed his mouth, bending his will. Licking her swollen lips, Sommer stepped away from him and walked over to the front door. She flipped the ‘Closed’ sign around and the lock. Instead of returning, she stalled. “What do you want, Rory?”

  He regarded his next move and it felt as if white-lighting flowed in his veins. “Something we both want.”

  With Sommer in front of him and coupled with the memory of last night, it was all he could do to curb his appetite from spreading her on the counter nearby, and giving into every one of her wild suggestions.

  “That could mean so many things.” She ambled forward, rocking her hips seductively from side to side in a pair of tight jeans rolled up just above her ankles, wearing pink sneakers, anklets, and some type of metal and leather belt.

  Everything about her scalded his already aroused and blistered male instincts—now, officially pushed to the breaking point. To hold back from her for much longer, he’d have to be chained up or comatose. He hadn’t met another girl like her. Ever since high school, she’d caught his attention with her eye-catching outfits and spunky nature. Her rebellion and his torture.

  His gaze flicked over her and then toward the recliner in her part of the tattoo parlor. In a flash, he perceived of a way to relieve some of their pressure.

  “Come here,” he ordered his personal hellcat, holding out his hand. When their fingers connected, he felt an electric jolt race across his skin. Threading their fingers together, he drew her closer to him. “I’ve always had a fantasy about this place.”

  “Really.” She smiled.

  First one since this morning, and his chest squeezed at the sight of her grin. “You can’t imagine.”

  “Secrets, secrets are no fun. Give it up.”

  “Baby, I promise this one will be.” He hooked one of his hands on her hip, fingering her waistband, then slipped his fingers in between her silky skin and the tight denim covering where he needed to be. Inching lower, he delved his hand past the elastic of her panties and groaned as her curls wrapped around his finger. Lower still, and he toyed with the cleft of her pussy. “Did you enjoy what I did to you last night?” He fisted his hand to make room between her jeans and his palm.

  She rocked against him and he moved his finger between her lips, swiping across her wetness. Her heat. He rubbed over her clit, erect under his finger as he teased the tip and she shivered, closing her eyes for a beat.

  “God yes,” she gasped, holding onto his arm and flexing her hips, gyrating against his finger. “Is this on your holiday menu?”

  “You’re as wet as you were last night. No sense in letting a delicious taste sensation like what you’ve got between your legs go to waste. Lie down, Sommer. Spread those beautiful legs of yours and fuck my face. Pull my hair. Baby, I want to hear you scream.”

  She inhaled, or tried to as Rory plunged into her with his finger. She lifted her leg without thinking, so ready to jump onto the crazy train and never look back. “Please,” she begged. “Fuck me hard with that dirty mouth of yours.”

  “Look who’s talkin’.” Chuckling in a gravelly tone, he lifted her up as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

  Kissing him, Sommer crushed her breasts against his chest as he walked over to her recliner and deposited her on top. Without pausing, he leaned over and unbuckled her belt and unzipped her jeans. Rory untied her Chuck Taylor’s, dropping one then the other. He started to pull her jeans off by grabbing the cuffs at her ankles as she held onto the side of the recliner. Wearing a T-shirt, her undies, and a grin, she spread apart her legs. He tossed her jeans onto a chair, and his eyes widened at the sight of her panties—white, transparent, and held in place with tiny laces tied in a bow at each hip. “Those are sexy as fuck.”

  She bent one knee and turned her hip to the side. “What now?”

  “Make my year and tell me these are edible,” he growled, reaching down and pulling one of the laces.

  “Sorry, cowboy.”

  “Don’t be.” Rory trailed his fingers to her other hip, untied her panties, removed then pocketed them.

  “Are you going to keep them?”

  “One way or another.” He walked along the side of the chaise. “Hold up your arms, Sommer.”

  “Is that an order or is there room to negotiate?” she drawled before biting dead center on her bottom lip.

  “An order? You saying that’s what you like, spitfire?”

  Oh she knew all about BDSM, thanks to her friends, magazines, and e-books. One day, she promised herself, she’d order a pair of handcuffs. She’d ride Rory, giving him a taste of how wild, how exciting sex could get between them.

  “Just want to know my options,” she returned.

  “I’m taking off your top.” Slowly, he threw a long, muscular leg over the chair, straddling her. Dipping down, he cupped and squeezed her breasts. His thumbs whisked over her nipples and he met her gaze. Pure alpha male lust shone in his dazzling blue eyes. “Or I’ll rip it off your body. Tie your wrists together. And spank your ass until you, Ms. Smart Mouth, can’t sit down comfortably for a week. Clearer?”

  “Very.” She lifted her arms. “One day, I’d like that.”

  Grunting, he reached for the bottom of her shirt and removed it in one swift snap of his hands. Now, all she wore—besides a smile—was her bra.

  “Spanking you could be a deal breaker, darling.” His voice came out gravelly as he traced his fingers along the edge of her bra. Rory unclasped her bra and removed it.

  Her body quivered. She couldn’t seem to gather a sliver of control. Pleasure swam through Sommer, a river he made rise, and now spread into her very core. His strong hands spread over her breasts, cupping her curves and kneading her skin. Such talented fingers. She bowed against his palms. Without warning, he pinched her pierced nipples, provoking a hoarse groan from her lips. Louder as he lightly traced his tongue around her navel, his jeans rough over her sensitive skin.

  He rubbed his strong palms over her belly, squeezing her hips, before moving lower. Spearing his palms together, he skimmed his fingertips along her thighs, gazing upward, as if waiting to see if she’d spread her legs for him.

  “You think one day we can explore tying each other’s wrists?”

  “That was no idle promise, baby.” A muscle twitched at his square jaw. “If we were back at the ranch, I’d show you what it feels like to be held down. Tied up. Still have my roping skills, sugar.”

  Splaying her legs, she panted out, “Please, bring rope next time.”

  “Real soon, if you play your cards right.” He wedged apart her thighs, curling his fingers decadently. His thumbs were just an inch if, away from her sex.

  “Play fair.”

  “I am, baby. Just think of all the things I’d do to you. From sun up to sundown and all of the hours
in between.”

  When he talked about marriage and paired it with sex, she wanted to scream her agreement. “I mean it, McLemore.”

  “There aren’t any ground rules when it comes to getting you. You’re mine, Kincaid. One day—sooner or later, you’ll see the light.” He slid his middle fingers between her lips and flicked his thumb over her swollen clit. She groaned, rolling her hips as he stroked her wet skin, lightly fingering her. Teasing her. Sommer tried to grind against him, but he held her down.

  “More,” she whispered in a voice so low, the word reverberated on her tongue as she bucked harder.

  “Definitely Kincaid, we need to explore me tying you up.” He stopped fingering her. “You need to learn to listen and mind a whole lot better. Only one of us can run this show and darlin’, it’s me.”

  “I beg your pardon,” she scoffed. “I’ve got opinions, too.”

  “Yep, fine opinions. Just too mouthy at times. Like now.” Back down the chair, he bracketed his hands on either side of the cushioned seat, and lowered his lips to her tattooed hipbone.

  The sensation of his warm wet lips sucking on her skin spread a sheet of fire over her body. She stopped arguing and plunged into this moment. A moment in which his hot mouth had her bucking. His large finger slowly circled around her clit making her body tingle and between her legs clench. God, maybe he has a point.

  “Please, babe,” she whimpered, and tried to reach for his zipper.

  “Sommer,” he growled a warning. When he lifted upward, staring down at her—his heavy-hooded gaze seared into her, stunting her ability to take a breath.

  At his mercy, she was naked on the recliner while he was fully clothed. Frustrated and on edge—no she wasn’t about to break. Gripping the armrests, she demanded, “Take off your shirt.”

  “What’d we just discuss?” He held her in place with his large rock-hard body looming above her. “I’m in charge. Say it, Sommer.”

  A shiver overtook her body when he pulled away and stopped touching her. As if to prove his point, he stood, silently waiting, resembling a predator. A predator with a massive hard-on still constrained in his jeans.

  Every atom in her being craved what McLemore offered. Only an idiot would let pride become a stumbling block. “Rory, you’re in charge.”

  “I top.” He arched a brow, tipping up her chin firmly between his thumb and finger. “Questions?”

  Top? What did he know about bondage? “Later,” she murmured.

  His brooding eyes locked on hers as he still held her chin pinched by his strong fingers. “Touch yourself. Show me what I want, baby.”

  She gasped as a thousand-watt-jolt rushed under her skin at the idea of her masturbating for him. Last night, the sight of him stroking his cock was hotter than blue-tipped flames. Hesitantly, Sommer touched between her legs and moaned.

  “Where do you want me, and don’t make me ask twice.” He began to unbutton his shirt.

  She spread herself for him. “Right here. This is where you’re going to be, if I let you.”

  He let his shirt slide from his broad shoulders, while staring at her fingers, coated in her own wetness. “Open your legs wider.”

  “Rory,” she whimpered as she spread herself completely.

  “Keep going.” He walked to the end of the recliner, his chest rising and falling in rapid succession as he watched her hand stroking between her legs.

  Strumming her fingers over her slick flesh, she felt her body tighten. She circled around her entrance, returning to finger her clit, just as he’d done. Her nipples beaded into hard points. She was so unbearably close. Tiny pinpoints of perspiration pricked her skin and the coil of ecstasy, shimmering deep in her belly expanded.

  Kneeling down at the end of the chair, he pulled her legs up and over his shoulders. “Now, we’ll be skin to skin when I fuck you with my tongue.” He moved her hands to her pussy. “Hold yourself open for me.”

  She did as he asked, separating her lips, tempting him, as he buried his face between her legs. His rough stubble scraped gritty trails down the insides of her thighs and then across her pussy. Rory licked her from top to bottom, and sucked her clit so hard she screamed her release. She let go, and the pleasure of his tongue licking across her ricocheted all over her body. Bowing her back off the leather, she reached for him as her juices drenched his tongue.

  “I’ve got you.” He hoisted her hips higher off the recliner, lapping at her release. Over and over, he speared his tongue into her entrance, rubbing his finger over her clit. When he sucked on her again, she couldn’t hold back. Second orgasm and it was earthshattering.

  Rebounding passion flooded her senses, engulfing her already sensitized nerves. She clenched her thighs along his shoulders, unable to control herself. After last night, he must have known she’d end up gripping his head like this was some wrestling match, even though she was the one who was helpless. Immobilized by mind-altering pleasure. The air left her lungs, leaving her silently screaming his name.

  His eyes were half-closed while he rocked her world as he vowed he’d do. God, he gave good face. Each time he took her to the edge, he didn’t stop sucking on her until her breathing turned serrated and she thrashed and moaned. Wilder when he drove his finger into her.

  “That’s it. Give it to me, Sommer.” He held her thighs apart, hooking his palms over her knees, and then he went to work, licking, sucking, biting her. As if he were starved and she were a feast. Groaning deep in his throat, he lapped up her release. His tongue flicked across her with just the right pressure that had her bucking harder and clenching tighter as she yanked his hair between her fingers, diving off a cliff into ecstasy.

  “Please,” she begged, pulsing from his tongue, writhing against his mouth.

  With his thick hair tangled around her fingers, she pulled his mouth closer to her, rolling her hips, moving across his face in a fast-paced tempo. Oh she truly savored the way he held her open. The erotic burn from stubble along his jaw had her gasping. When she felt the sharp nipping of his teeth, she jerked but he only sucked harder. He sucked the last iota of sanity from her head, wringing out an explosive climax from her body.

  Rory kissed a wet path up her ribcage only stopping when he captured her nipple in his mouth, flicking his tongue over the metal ring at the tip. His cock was hard against her thigh and she couldn’t resist rubbing up and down his length until he growled against her breast, “Need your mouth, sugar.”

  The words she longed to tell him spread through her like the raging river he incited, filling her to the brim. Even though she was filled, she was simultaneously greedy. She needed an outlet. She needed it now and begged, “I need you. Hard and now!”

  Chapter 14

  Tongue-deep in her pussy, Rory thrust deeper as their gazes fused. Sommer’s golden eyes sparkled and then her lashes fluttered and closed as her lips parted. She yanked on his hair, and the snap of pain raced across his nerve endings. Like last night, he watched mesmerized as the skin over her cheeks and chest flushed with a pink glow. Under his fingers, her smooth toned muscles tightened as she bowed and came apart under his mouth. Sweet against his tongue as she fucked his face, fucked his mouth, and released her own special brand of honey. Pinning her down, he sucked her clit without mercy until she gave it all up for him.

  Afterwards, he moved upward, licking and sucking a path across her stomach in need of tasting her tits. Tonight, he wanted to see satisfaction sizzle in her eyes. Spend the evening with Sommer under the stars. Dance with her, feed her, and then take her to the place where their future would begin.

  He stood up and unzipped his pants, and lifted a bottle of aloe lotion from her workstation. “Need some of this,” he said.

  “What have you got in mind, cowboy?”

  “Wanted to fuck those tits of yours ever since high school,” he replied.

  “Well, since you just blew my mind and my pussy, it’s only right.”

  He squeezed the
bottle and rubbed the lotion between his hands, then rubbed his hands over her breasts, swirling his fingertips over her nipples, and strumming her metal rings. Her nipples were so responsive, growing pinker and tauter, and he had trouble concentrating with her pebbling peaks in between his fingers, making his cock so hard it felt like he was ready to jet.

  Sommer leaned back, dangling her beautiful legs over the side of the recliner. With her thighs parted, she gave him a mind-blowing view that branded his brain.

  “Baby, a little wider.” Cupping her tits, he played with her nipples as he absorbed how hot her pink parted pussy lips looked. “Open your legs. All the way. Spread your pussy like before. Today, for hours, I fantasized about you, like this.”

  He released one of her tits to stroke his cock, moving closer to her and swiping his crown over her nipple. Pre cum dripped from the slit. Without missing a beat, she wiped her thumb across his crown, glossing her fingers and glazing her lips. So turned on, he took her tits and pressed them together enclosing his cock in between. Pure heaven to feel her warm flesh squeezing him. He pumped his hips, thrusting his throbbing dick up and down. Bobbing his crown above her slippery cleavage, he rocked back, pulling his dick sandwiched between her satiny tits as she dug her fingers into his thighs.

  He fucked her curves, roughly pounding his hips until his cock swelled. The feeling of her warm skin wrapped around his shaft incited his senses to the max. Holy, holy fuck! His eyes rolled back in his head as he found the edge. She rubbed her pussy, lifting her wet fingers to his mouth. Sucking her juices, he cupped her tits snug against his dick, plunging his length in between, over and over and over.

  “Fuck. Sommer, that’s it.” Forked lightning flashed across the back of his eyes. Rocketing over the cliff, he jetted, rising up on the balls of his feet. All the while his muscles constricted in charred bands as electricity tore down his spine and out his crown. Gripping his cock he unloaded, painting her tits with his release.