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

by Susan Arden

  Pushing up his glasses at the bridge of his nose, Anthony nodded and his smile widened. “I have a distinct feeling, Jeff and I will be traveling back to Texas in the near future. We’ll get together then.”

  Now it was Jeff’s turn to gasp. He followed it up by laughing loudly and exchanged a knowing look with her. “I’d say this has been a very productive evening. Sommer, I’ll be in touch as in shoutin’ distance, girl. Rory, take care of this young lady. She’s very special, but I take it you already know that. Don’t you, cowboy?”

  “I do, and I will.” Rory grinned, his blue eyes glinting over to her before shifting back to Jeff as he extended his hand. “Thanks, Jeff. Our door will always be open to you. All of you.”

  They walked their guests to the elevator and stood in the foyer as their wedding party departed. When the elevator doors closed, her cowboy’s stare galvanized her, setting off a series of fireworks inside her body.

  “What shall we do now?” She backed away from him a step, then another, all the while watching his reaction.

  A muscle twitched along his square jaw and his eyes darkened dangerously, wickedly. She recognized his predatory gaze staring back at her and shivered, he was so mesmerizing to watch.

  “Nothing to do with watching television or playing cards, if that’s worrying you.” He stepped forward and she backed away, and over a step, until the round entry table was between them. Rory growled a warning, “Darlin’, what are you doing?”

  “Nothing.” She traced the edge of the smooth wood, ramping up her excitement with the distance between them and his stealthy stalking.

  “Doesn’t seem like nothing. Sure you want to play this little game?”

  “Are you saying you’re not up for it? Stud,” she shot back and relished his eyes widening for a beat.

  “I’m coming for you, sugar. Better be prepared.” Rory feinted, reaching out for with his left hand, forcing her back toward the elevator. Too late, she recognized her error. He laughed when she was the one with the three walls surrounding her, while he stood with the living room, terrace, and the nightscape of Hollywood behind him.

  Slowly, he unbuttoned his cuffs and then the front of his shirt, as if he were getting ready to lay down the law.

  “What are you doing?” she asked.

  “Already told you. Coming for you.”

  The twisting threads composing her tummy tightened into knots when he removed his shirt and laid it on the table next to the vase of flowers. The tight definition of each ripped ab muscle over his stomach tensed with his movement. Flexed with each breath he took. For a second, she stared, lost in the memory of touching the smooth bare skin of his expansive chest and shoulders. The feel of trailing her fingers downward to the bulge in his pants, and freeing his cock.

  “Do you remember what I promised, when you teased me, little girl?”

  “But this is our wedding night?” she answered softly, her mouth having gone dry…so very, very dry.

  Rory picked up the table and set it to one side, removing all barriers between them. “Gonna come easy, or do you want it hard?”

  Her breath definitely hitched at the sound of his footsteps crossing the floor, and her nipples peaked. Meeting his stare, she notched up her chin, and arched a brow. “Hard. As hard as you got, cowboy.”

  “Little firecracker.” He let go a low, masculine laugh as he stalked toward her. “Then hard it is.”

  She took a step backward, and immediately his eyes flashed and his nostrils flared as though she’d done something to set him off, and he followed her. Slowly. Her stomach pirouetted with each of his steps toward her. Without warning, the wall halted her retreat from him.

  Rory came at her, lifting his arms and planting his palms on either side of her head, caging her further between his sculpted biceps. “Going somewhere?”

  “Please,” she hissed, her body trembling—not from fear, but out of wanting to climb this sexy man and have her way.

  “Please what, sugar?” His gaze lowered to her mouth for a beat, holding his body away from hers. Some excruciating form of payback.

  Torture. Absolute in keeping apart from him. She licked her lips, feeling the heat of his stare on her mouth. She wanted more than sizzling looks, and tonight they would go the distance. All the way.

  No need to wait. Just tell him. The words bubbled upward and she murmured, “Let’s get naked.”

  “So feisty, spitfire.” Rory brought his hand to her face, and ran the pad of his thumb over her bottom lip. “Remember all my promises?”

  She lowered her lashes, commanding her hands to refrain from touching him. Instead, her rogue arms refused to listen as she reached out and traced her fingers down the rippling muscle along his bronze ribcage.

  “Every, single one.” She fought the urge to lower his zipper and sink down onto her knees.

  “Question is which one to act on first?” he mused aloud.

  She brought her hands to his chest, swirling the tip of her fingernail around his nipple as the brown disc puckered under her touch. “The one that involves us making love. For hours and hours, cowboy.”

  No sooner had the words come out of her mouth, than Rory lifted her up into his arms and carried her away from the foyer. She looked up into his eyes, meeting his incinerating stare, so raw and hot. The heat from his gaze bore a pathway into her soul where he traveled. She felt their categorical connection, an electric current running deep, so deep inside her.

  Within seconds, they were inside the bedroom where her heart beat so fast she felt dizzy with the realization of what was about to happen. Rory stood at the bedside and he lowered her to the mattress without retreating. Her shoulders hit the pillows, and his demanding mouth crashed down on hers, with a consuming kiss.

  She moaned her desire into his mouth. “Please.”

  There was no mistake that his kiss was meant to still her rambling mind, in how he thrust his tongue into her mouth. Opening her lips, he teased her with a gentle nip, and cradling the back of her head. He sucked her bottom lip between his teeth.

  A harsh growl emanated from his chest. “I want all of you. Open to me. Sommer, you’re mine.”

  His hand dove between her legs, palming her mound, and squeezing. Wriggling under him, she drank in his lust, rubbing her hands over his shoulders and wanting to feel more of him. She moaned her need into his mouth. He answered her by ramping up the heat of their scorching kiss, and channeling a devouring force into her body when he drove his tongue deeper in her mouth, his hand fisting her hair at the back of her head, giving her a preview of how he intended to fuck her.

  Owning her mouth, he made her hungry to feel him inside her. With his body, he pinned her to the bed, rocking the rigid bar of his cock across her panties. Holding Sommer by her hips, he dragged his hard-on against her clit, filling the space between her legs with sizzling heat and erotic friction until she cried out to him. Begged him for more.

  Her whole body blazed from singular lust and razor-sharp need. All for him.

  Their mouths came apart, but not before she was left panting. As he rose, the absence of his washboard abs and being free from his sculpted arms had her reaching for him to pull him back, but then she relented, seeing the greater prize in store.

  Her husband rose and unbuckled his belt. “I love you and now you’re about to learn how much, baby.”

  “Show me,” she murmured, enjoying the vision of Rory’s gorgeous face, his muscular body, and most of all the fire in his eyes. “I love you so much,” she breathed out, arousal arcing uncontrollably inside her.

  “Don’t move,” he ordered her in a rough tone. “Sommer McLemore, you’re mine and I’m going to undress you and claim you. Over and over, starting tonight. I want you more than any man could want a woman. Say the word, when you’re ready, and I’ll put a baby in your belly. As many as you want.”

  “Word,” she growled.

  “Don’t tease, hellcat.” With a raise
d brow directed at her, she couldn’t help but smile a little wickedly.

  He said not to move, but did that include ogling? Struggling to keep a wanton smirk from overtaking her lips, surreptitiously she skimmed a path over his corded muscles over his sculpted chest and rock-hard torso hers to enjoy. Lucky me.

  He lowered his zipper and their gazes locked. Sommer’s attention shot to his narrow hips, and then her breath truly hitched as her eyes caressed his cock, fully erect—long and thick—the perfect combination of velvet and steel.

  She clutched at the bed, a frisson shot into her core from the mind-breaking physical ache, so powerful it almost hurt to keep looking at him.

  “See something you like, sugar?”

  “Lots,” she whispered, twisting the bedsheets under her impatient fingers.

  He returned to her, lifting her foot and removing her shoes. He climbed onto the bed and bit down on his incredibly sexy lip, looking at her as though weighing his next move. Her heart beat so fast…so hard.

  His fingers were gentle on her body, unzipping and unwrapping her dress while simultaneously uncoiling something deep in her belly. Her nipples throbbed as his fingers brushed over her pierced tips. Warm and strong, powerfully possessive in how he captured her breasts, strumming her nipples until she groaned. Sommer swayed as if her senses were lust drugged. They were close, so very close.

  “Lie down,” he commanded.

  He slipped her panties from her hips, down her calves, and tossed them away. His fingers brushed fire across on her skin, unleashing a yearning to give as well as take. All at once exciting and eviscerating, so much she clenched, arching off the mattress as she gave into desire, rubbing her palms down her body.

  “Not yet. You touch your pussy when I say so. Not before.” He tugged her hands away, lifting her fingers to his mouth where he sucked her juices from her skin. He released her fingers and firmly set her hand down on the bed.

  His eyes flashed in primal hunger as he pried apart her knees. Rubbing his warm palms down her thighs, she bucked her hips, and he growled a warning. Her name a rough rumble on his lips. Rory’s touch and voice set off a chain reaction, releasing a glowing heat that seared her senses. Hotter when he swiped his thumb across her clit and she jerked. Her breathing quickened. Her pulse careered.

  He captured her breast, feasting on her tight nipples and he sucked deeply, seeming to absorb parts of her into him. So powerful—her body convulsed in response to her husband’s potent magnetism. All male, and came with a highly skilled mouth.

  “I’m going to taste you,” he pronounced, drawn out and controlled.

  Before she could clap for joy, he buried his head between her thighs. Holding open her lips, she rolled her hips, pressing down on his velvet tongue, relishing his skill delivered in a long lick. She cried out, arching upward, moving closer to him. Rory pressed his palm to her belly, anchoring her sex to his face. Never underestimate a man who enjoyed eating… She’d ink that one on herself after today.

  He sucked her clit into his mouth. Sucked her, tongued her, and had her begging and praying. “God! Oh God,” she moaned loudly, threading strands of his thick hair between her fingers and rocking against his hot, wet mouth.

  “So sweet. You’re so wet.” His clean-shaven face dipped again and again between her lips, sucking without mercy on her clit until she was raking her nails across his scalp, unable to stop from yanking his hair the closer he took her to the edge.

  “I’m going to come,” she warned in a husky voice.

  He lifted his gorgeous face, a lone dimple to the side of his full lips, shiny from her juices. “Give it to me, baby.”

  Pressing her legs wider, he draped his muscular arm over one of her thighs possessively, effectively pinning her under him. Unrelenting he drove his finger into her with a low grunt of satisfaction when she cried out. Again he thrust into her, his muscles bunching over his shoulder, and a low rumbling from his chest reverberated on her leg.

  Oh God. He withdrew his finger and added two, thrusting into her again, hard and powerful, and all she had to do was let go and clench around his fingers, riding an orgasm that ripped through her making her muscles tremor and contract.

  Rory rose from between her thighs. With his cock outstretched between them, he aligned his tight crown to her swollen flesh, sensitized from just coming. Feeling him breach her entrance, she tightened at the pressure of his broad crown.

  “Steady, sugar.” He reacted by holding onto her thighs, his muscles along his triceps flexed as his shoulders bunched with each pump of his hips. “You’re tight. But perfect.”

  His soothing voice held her focus. His words, his body, and his touch surrounded her. He hovered above her, their bodies—skin to skin, slick and slippery. His cock impaled her, stretching, until the stinging made her gasp in pain. Closing her eyes, she felt Rory’s body tense, the bands of his muscle stiffened into hard contours, and then in one forceful thrust of his hips, his crown slid into her.

  One sharp pinch unfurled as he lowered his hips to hers, his cock driving forward and she cried out, “Rory!”

  “Baby, ssshhh.” His mouth moved to hers, tenderly taking her pain, and kissing it away.

  The stinging sensation lessened between her legs, enough for her to take a breath. Buried inside her body, he sucked on her neck, harder until the pain dissolved and underneath pleasure bloomed.

  “Better?” He braced his arms, searching her face.

  “So much.” Slowly, she swayed her hips, riding up and down his crown. Oh god. Yes.

  “Almost there.”

  She rocked her hips as he drove his cock forward in one hard thrust. Her axis titled and she closed her eyes, letting go a sharp exhalation. He stopped moving and dipped his head, kissing her mouth, and allowing her time to adjust. Squeezing around him, she craved more. She nudged her clit against his cock, moving beneath him, moaning in pleasure.

  Rory pumped his hips, flexing harder, sinking deeper. He joined their bodies in a decadent dance to command her…own her. He slipped his hands under her knees, forcefully tilting her hips as he pounded his cock in and out of Sommer.

  He arched backward, the muscles in his shoulders flexed and then clenched as he withdrew his cock, almost all the way. “Baby, look at us.”

  They were joined by his shaft. A thick column, glistening from their juices.

  “More, Rory,” she begged, and in one forceful slam, he drove himself fully inside her.

  Over and over, moving faster in a rhythm that wove ribbons of ecstasy tauter and tauter, he growled, “You’re all mine.” Leaning down to kiss her, he whispered across her lips, “I’ve got you.”

  ~~~

  So delectable, he rocked between her legs, going deeper and deeper until it was as if their souls joined. Her golden hair cascaded over her shoulders, teasing silk across her tits. His untamed beauty hadn’t bolted away, but had given her heart to him freely. For all her battling and bucking like an unbroken filly, if there was one thing he’d learned in dealing with a wild heart, it was to hold on and never let go. Build trust by respecting the strength of an untamed filly—woman or horse—and eventually, little by little a tenacious cowboy with a plan would prevail. Thank God for his McLemore genes, those suckers day in and day out had shored up his resolve that this woman who’d stolen his heart was worth the fight.

  He’d never let Sommer Anastasia Kincaid McLemore go. Not even now, with the pressure in his balls growing heavier as electrical darts jetted along his spine. He was close. Fuck. Not yet.

  With each deep thrust he delivered, she threaded his harsh grunts with her soft whimpers. God, he loved the sound of Sommer near the edge. He ground into her softness, pumping harder and faster as she clenched around him. Her round tits bounced with each deep pound and he pumped his cock into her deeper and harder. Cupping her ass cheeks, he plunged inside Sommer to get her there. Over the edge with him.

  Unable to stop, he sought her release.
Refused to rocket until she cried out his name. Under him, his wife bit down on her lush lip, snagging the plump center. And he just about shot his load. A jolt of white-hot pleasure shot through him. Holy fuck.

  “Rory,” Sommer cried out, and he sped up pounding harder, harder, harder.

  He pummeled himself into her, grinding and hoisting her legs higher, his biceps contracting in the act of bringing her as close as humanly possible to him. Hot spasms rippled through his torso, over his shoulders and he clenched his jaw hauling her down the length of his cock.

  “That’s it, baby,” he thundered, thrusting into her with a carnal grunt.

  Their gazes locked in a mind-blowingly primal connection. Her pussy was slick, pure silk tightly wrapped around him. A tremor raced through him, and just as uncontrollable, he called out her name in a roar, followed by a convulsion that wracked his body, soul deep. “You’re mine, Sommer. All mine.”

  ~~~

  Five seconds ago

  Under Rory, the pressure of her orgasm built, deep in her belly. The glowing pleasure evolved into liquid tendrils of fire, getting hotter and hotter until it felt like any second she would explode. The power of watching him come undone had her following him to the brink. One more hard pump of his cock against her clit and she was there. Right along with Rory, they crashed over the precipice in free fall. He pumped his hips, spilling himself into her as they shouted each other’s names.

  Gasping as tingling pleasure washed over her, she met his glinting eyes and his single-dimpled grin. Even in her hazy post-climax, her breath still hitched.

  “Rory,” she murmured as he lowered his body to hers, embedding his cock fully into her. Melting under him, she absorbed their racing heartbeats, relishing the way his body felt, both over and inside of her. “So good,” she whispered. “That tops our list.”

  “I love you, Mrs. McLemore and your list,” he whispered back, caressing her face with his breath then brushed his velvet lips over hers. “Got a feeling your little list is gonna grow. Real fast.”