Clay: Armed and Dangerous

by Cheyenne McCray

  “I think I like waking up with you in my arms,” Clay’s husky voice murmured, and she had to bite her tongue not to agree. He squeezed and flexed the sweetly tender flesh of her breast, and her nipple sprang to life beneath his touch.

  “Well, don’t get used to it,” Rylie replied instead, but her voice wavered as her arousal grew.

  “Don’t count on that, honey.” He rubbed the inside of his thigh along her hip while rubbing his erection along her backside. A moan escaped and she arched into his hand.

  Before she had a chance to catch her breath, Clay rolled her over and slid between her thighs. He propped his arms to either side of her, his brown hair tousled and his morning beard making him appear dark and dangerous. He just looked down at her with sleepy morning arousal in his green eyes, and that sexy smile that took her breath away.

  And something more that she definitely did not want to see.

  Rylie squirmed, wrapping her legs around his hips, and tried to reach for him. “Just get busy already.”

  “Uh-uh.” In a quick movement he grabbed both her wrists and pinned them over her head. “Let’s take this slow and easy.”

  His mouth captured her protest and turned it into a moan that burned through her soul. His kiss was gentle but demanding, encouraging and insistent all at once.

  Rylie couldn’t think any longer, she could only feel... his lips, soft yet firm against hers, the rough scrape of his stubble against her cheeks and her mouth, the taste and smell of him that flooded her senses.

  She whimpered, clamping her legs tighter around his hips, pressing his erection to her belly. But he ignored her body’s pleas, torturing her with the kiss, filling her mouth with his tongue and his taste.

  When he finally raised his head, she couldn’t seem to catch her breath. He studied her with heavy-lidded eyes, one hand still pinning both her wrists above her head, the other stroking her hair from her face.

  “You are so beautiful, honey.” His voice was a sensual purr that shimmered through her body in waves, a sensation she’d never felt before.

  “Please.” She swallowed, not knowing what she was begging him for. To touch her and chase all her thoughts away? To stop making her feel like she could fall in...

  No. She just wanted him to take her good and hard.

  Clay smiled as though he’d heard the thoughts she wouldn’t allow herself to finish. “You’re mine, Rylie Thorn.” His expression turned positively possessive, even predatory. “Don’t think for one moment you aren’t.”

  She shook her head, but he only smiled again and stilled her with another soul-searing, spine-tingling, world-ending kiss. Everything melted around her and she was only aware of his lips and tongue against her skin as he moved his mouth to her ear, dipping inside and then nipping her lope with his teeth.

  “Clay.” Rylie could hardly catch her breath, and forget about being able to form a single thought. “Please.”

  “Tell me what you want.” His mouth, tongue, and teeth continued down her neck to her shoulder. “What do you need?”

  “You... I need you inside me.” She arched her back and cried out as he captured her nipple between his teeth and gently bit. “Stop making me wait.”

  “That’s not what you need.” His tongue laved her nipple, first hard, then gentle. “Tell me what you really need.”

  “What... what the hell are you talking about?” Damn, but she couldn’t even think, she had to have him so badly.

  He moved to her other nipple, giving it the same attention he’d showered on the first. Laving it, sucking it, nipping at it. “This isn’t just about sex anymore, honey.”

  She barely realized he had released her hands as he moved his mouth down her flat belly, over her shaved mound and to her leg. “Yes.” Rylie gasped as Clay’s tongue flicked along the inside of her thigh. “I mean, yes, it is just about sex.”

  “Uh-uh.” He continued swirling his tongue close to her swollen lower lips, but not pressing inside like she wanted him to. “You can deny it all you want, but this is a hell of a lot more.”

  “Damn you, Clay Wayland.” Emotion and sensation whirled through Rylie as he tortured her with his words and tongue. “I told you I’ve never believed in commitment, or anything that goes along with it.”

  He raised himself up on his elbows and his mouth quirked into a grin, his expression confident. “But that was before you met me.” He trailed a finger down her shaved skin and touched her hot spot, and she nearly came off the bed with the intense sensations shooting through her.

  Before she could tell him what an arrogant bastard he was, he lowered his head and lapped at her, and she cried out from the excruciating pleasure. Oh, God, did his tongue ever feel good as he licked and sucked, bringing her close to orgasm, and then backing off and starting the whole thing over again. She slid her hands in his thick hair, welcoming the distraction from their conversation, not wanting to examine the feelings growing inside her.

  “Clay, please.” Her hands clenched tighter in his hair, her thighs trembling from the orgasm that was almost about to overtake her. “Please let me finish.”

  A growl rumbled from his chest as he slid both palms under her ass and buried his face hard against her.

  Rylie screamed, her body jerking hard with every aftershock of her release. It seemed as if her climax would never end. Her eyesight blurred, and she couldn’t see or hear, only feel. He continued on, sucking and licking until a second orgasm sent her reeling beyond the first.

  For a moment, she could only stay there, perched on a precipice of sensations, unable to move. Gradually, she came back down, her breathing harsh, heart pounding and blood rushing in her ears. Her vision cleared and her awareness of the world around her returned just as Clay eased up her body and propped himself above her. He watched her, an almost serious expression on his handsome face.

  Lowering his weight so that he was pressed against her, he reached up and stroked her hair out of her face. “My little wildcat.”

  “No.” She shook her head, not wanting him to voice the emotion she saw in his eyes. “Don’t go there.”

  Clay smiled. “Whether you want to hear it or not, I’m going to tell you exactly where we’re headed.” He trailed his thumb along her lips, a slow and sensuous movement that caused her to catch her breath. “I’m in love with you, Rylie Thorn.”

  “You haven’t known me long enough to say that.” Her lower lip trembled. “It’s just the sex. We’re good in bed.”

  “Listen to me.” Clay put his hand over her mouth, his calloused fingers warm against her lips. “I knew from the moment you walked into my office. You’re my woman.”

  Rylie widened her eyes and tried to speak, but he only pressed his thumb tighter to her mouth.

  “I know you need time, and I’ll give it to you.” His smile was gentle, yet determined. “But you’re not going to keep pushing me away, and you’re not going to keep pretending this is all about sex.” She tried to shake her head, but he moved his hands and caught her face between his palms. “You’d better get used to it, honey, ’cause you’re my woman, and I’m your man.”

  His kiss was hard and possessive, melting away her automatic denial. She gave in to the sensations, and somewhere deep in her heart, she reveled in the knowledge that this man had declared his love to her. That out of any woman he could have chosen, he loved her.

  God. She was losing her mind. And the next thing she knew, she’d be losing her heart, too.

  “This isn’t just sex, Rylie.” He positioned himself at the entrance to her core, his eyes locked with hers. “I’m making love to you.”

  Clay plunged inside her and she automatically raised her hips to meet him. He was such a perfect fit. And somehow it felt more intense, more pleasurable than it ever had before. As if knowing he loved her made their sex even better.

  Making love.

  Unable to take her eyes from his as he thrust with slow and deep strokes, Rylie bit her lip to hold back any words that might d
ecide to spill out on their own. He smiled and brought his mouth to hers, licking her lip where she was biting it. She wrapped her arms around his neck, holding on tight as she opened up to his tongue, and maybe even to the sweet emotions sweeping through her heart and soul.

  This time her orgasm came out of nowhere. Fireworks exploded in her mind, brilliant colors and flashes of light that rocked her straight to her core. The walls of her channel contracted, gripping him with every pulse of her release.

  “I love you, Rylie,” Clay murmured, his words uneven with his harsh breathing. And then he groaned with his orgasm, throbbing inside her as he came.

  He rolled over onto his side, pulling her with him and staying tight inside her. He held her to his chest, their sweaty flesh pressed close, enveloping her in his strong arms. “You’re mine, little wildcat. All mine.”

  ***

  While Rylie sat beside him on the drive to the Flying M Ranch right before noon on Saturday, Clay wondered what was going on in her gorgeous head. He had a good idea that she was sorting out her feelings for him, yet trying to keep from acknowledging them. But as far as he was concerned, it was only a matter of time.

  Of course, if he ended up having to arrest her brother, that might put a bit of a damper on their relationship.

  She’d been fairly subdued when he drove her to the Thorn Ranch to change and get ready for the MacKenna-Hunter shindig. Levi Thorn had been there, but the man hadn’t had much to say, and he seemed to have a lot on his mind. Clay liked Levi, and his gut told him that Thorn was a good man. But from experience, Clay knew too well how a good man could end up in a bad situation and not know how to dig himself out.

  Outside, the spring day was partly cloudy, but it didn’t look like it would rain, at least not until late evening. Acres of dry grass rolled by on the two-mile drive, populated by herds of cattle. Clay gritted his teeth at the thought of what he might have to do soon. A little more evidence and he wouldn’t have a choice.

  Rylie seemed to tense the closer they got to the Flying M Ranch, and one hand moved to her neck to play with the hearts-and- diamonds necklace he’d convinced her to wear. She clenched her other hand so tight on her lap that her knuckles whitened against her denim skirt. Her blond hair shone in the sunlight and her chocolate eyes looked so big she appeared younger than she was. She had flawless skin, a natural beauty that didn’t need makeup, and the freckles across her nose were just damn irresistible.

  Clay took one hand off the steering wheel and placed it over hers. “You all right, honey?”

  “Why wouldn’t I be?” She gave a forced smile. “It’s just a party.” He turned his attention back to the dirt road as he made the turn into the Flying M Ranch. “It bothers you that your friend has gotten married.”

  “I’m happy for Skylar.”

  “But you’re worried about her for the same reason you’re worried about us.” He glanced at Rylie as she raised her chin, a defiant look on her face.

  “You know my history, Clay,” she said as he looked back to the road.

  “It’s not your history. Can’t you get that through your thick little head?” He gave her a crooked grin. “It’s a beautiful head, but damn thick.”

  Rylie’s lips twitched. “You’d better watch it, or I’ll come up with something really good to do to you while we’re at the bar-beque.”

  “Uh-oh.” Clay shook his head as he guided the truck up to the MacKenna house. “You’ve got that look in your eyes again. Don’t tell me you’re gonna try to corner me in the bathroom again.”

  She reached over and rubbed him through his jeans. “Oh, just you wait. I’ll think of something even better.”

  Clay groaned as he pulled the truck alongside a row of vehicles parked in the massive front yard. Obviously it was going to be one hell of a party—there had to be fifty vehicles there. Off to the right, to the side of the barn and extensive corrals, huge awnings had been pitched, and folks milled around, chatting and carrying plates heaped with food.

  “Looks like everyone and their mother is here,” Rylie said as he opened the door and climbed out.

  He took her hand as she followed him out the driver side door, enjoying the feel of her small fingers within his. Her skirt hiked up and his body warmed at the thought of what was under that skirt—nothing but bare skin, just waiting for him to touch.

  “Later, Sheriff.” With a naughty smile, Rylie pulled her skirt lower, hiding that delicious prize. “If you’re a good boy, I might just let you sample some.”

  Clay groaned and swatted her on the ass while he slammed the door shut. “If you’re not a good girl, I’m gonna have to turn you over my knee and spank you.”

  She grinned up at him as he draped his arm around her shoulders. “You keep promising and not delivering.”

  Even though he was determined that she take their relationship seriously, he was glad to see her feisty personality and sass had returned. He held her close as they walked toward the crowd, the sound of voices and laughter filling the warm early-spring air. Children played Frisbee and football out in the field, and to the side of the tents a few folks apparently had a hot game of horseshoes going on. A faint breeze carried with it smells of grilled beef and roasted chicken, along with the tangy scent of barbeque and spice.

  Rylie was her animated self as she greeted people she knew and was introduced to those she didn’t. Clay could hardly tear his gaze from her beautiful smile long enough to do his own share of socializing. It felt good to be with her anywhere they went.

  But damn, he couldn’t wait to get her alone again.

  Chapter 12

  Rylie made polite talk as she worked her way through the crowd with Clay at her side. They stopped to talk with Wade Larson for a moment. Rylie was almost surprised to see him, since he’d been after Skylar himself for so long, but the man was his usual half-surly, down-home-boy self.

  Everyone seemed to want to make small talk with Rylie and Clay, but she was dying to find her best friend to see if she was really as happy about being married as she’d seemed all these months. It couldn’t last—Rylie knew that—but the months were starting to stack up. Surely, Skylar wasn’t as thrilled as she had been, right?

  When Deputy Quinn greeted them, it was all Rylie could do to patiently wait by Clay’s side while they bullshitted about one thing or another.

  Finally, Rylie spotted Skylar MacKenna-Hunter in the crowd and her heart rate picked up. She asked Quinn to excuse them as she grabbed Clay’s hand and then led him toward where her friend stood with her new husband. They were across the way, standing near where a dance would be later that evening. A makeshift dance floor had been laid out beneath a massive tent, with speakers and other soundstage equipment for a live band.

  Clay’s hand tightened around Rylie’s as they walked toward the newlyweds. Skylar seemed more beautiful than ever, her hair tumbling down her back in a fall of auburn, a radiant smile on her face. Zack was watching Skylar with pride in his eyes, and a look that said, This is my woman.

  Not for the first time, Rylie had to acknowledge that Skylar’s husband was certainly a handsome man, although not nearly as gorgeous as my man.

  The thought made Rylie falter and only Clay’s grip on her hand kept her moving forward until they reached her friend.

  When Skylar turned and saw Rylie, delight filled her expression. “Where the heck have you been keeping yourself these last few weeks, sweet pea?”

  “I still can’t believe you went and did it, girlfriend.” Rylie hugged Skylar tight, inhaling her friend’s familiar orange blossom scent. “Are you keeping that man in line?”

  Skylar laughed as she pulled away. “It’s an uphill battle,” she replied with a grin at Zack.

  Nope. No sign of waning joy. No sign of sneaking, creeping misery. All Rylie could see in her friend’s face was happiness.

  “Well, be sure and call me if you need any help.” Rylie turned from Skylar to face Zack, and poked her finger at his chest. “Now listen good, cowb
oy. You treat my best friend right, or I’m gonna kick your ass.”

  Amusement sparked in his gray eyes as he gave her a solemn nod. “Of course, sweet pea.”

  “Only Skylar is allowed to call me that.” Rylie planted her hands on her hips and gave him a pretend glare. “And if you don’t behave, I’ll tell everyone what her pet name is for you.”

  Zack cast Skylar a look over Rylie’s head. “You didn’t.”

  Skylar reached up and planted a kiss on his cheek. “Sorry, baby. I did.” He rolled his eyes and Skylar laughed.

  “Congratulations, Hunter.” Clay stepped forward and offered his hand to Zack. “Snagged yourself one beautiful woman.”

  “That I did.” Zack grinned and clasped Clay’s hand and then released it. “I hear you caught one of your own,” he added, with a wink at Rylie.

  Clay hooked his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close. “Got that right.”

  “Well, he’d like to think so.” Heat flushed Rylie’s cheeks and she elbowed him in the side. “Trust living in a small community to spread crazy rumors.”

  “Now what was Denver telling me?” Clay said to Zack. “That the night you decided to get married, you tossed your woman over your shoulder and carted her off to Vegas?”

  “Yup.” Zack caught a handful of Skylar’s auburn hair and tugged on it. “Wasn’t about to let her get away.”

  Clay looked down at Rylie with a teasing grin on his face. “So that’s how it’s done.”

  She gave a loud sniff and folded her arms across her chest. “Try it and you won’t be walking straight, Sheriff Wayland.”

  Zack chuckled and laughter glimmered in Skylar’s light green eyes.

  “When’s Trinity coming home from her delayed honeymoon?” Rylie asked, anxious to change the subject. “She and Luke are in Australia, right?”

  “Yeah, but the first week she’s scheduled to be all over the place, working in public relations for her new software company.” Skylar’s grin seemed to light up the room. “The second week is the one she’ll really get to enjoy—or should I say it’s the week she’ll really get to enjoy Luke. We’ll probably have to do a reception like this for her, somewhere down the road.”