She reached for her red boot.
“Leave the boots. I like you wearing nothing but those sexy red cowgirl boots. Besides, it’s safer in here to keep them on.”
She nodded, pulled her tank over her head, and dropped it on a nearby hay bale. Reaching behind her, she unhooked her bra and tossed it with her shirt. Then she unfastened her shorts and pushed them down her thighs along with her panties. Naked but for her boots, her heart raced in anticipation of what Chance would do.
His cock strained against the fly of his jeans, but he made no move to remove them. He raised his hand and curled his finger toward himself. “Come here, baby.”
She took the few steps needed to cover the distance between them, and he pulled her into his arms. Fisting his hands in her hair, he savaged her mouth in a fierce kiss that commanded and demanded as it took. She was lost, burning up with need for him. There wasn’t enough water in the stock tank to douse the fire raging through her.
The kiss deepened, devastating her ability to think. That was probably why she didn’t realize what he’d done until it was too late. He broke the kiss and put his hands on her shoulders to steady her as they straightened. “Chance?”
“Do you trust me, baby?” His gaze locked with hers and he looked so vulnerable, as vulnerable as she felt with her hands tied behind her back.
Did she trust him? The answer that screamed back at her was a resounding yes. He would never hurt her. In that instant she felt all her walls drop, and she knew she would tell him exactly what she had come out here to say. “Yes. I trust you, cowboy. I love you too much not to.”
He gasped. Seemed to stand unnaturally still and then he hauled her in for another kiss. Taking her mouth, he tasted her, stroked and nibbled until he was peppering kisses along her jaw and down toward her breasts. “Oh God, baby, I’ve been waiting months to hear you say those words. I love you so much I thought I’d go mad trying to prove it to you without scaring you half to death.”
“I’m sorry I waited so long to say it,” she replied, and then his mouth engulfed her erect nipple and all thought was lost again.
He suckled her nipples, rasping them with his tongue and nipping with his teeth. Hands bound behind her back with a tack rope, all she could do was feel. Her senses were on overload as he made love to her breasts. She moaned in pleasure and in need. “Please, Chance. Touch me.”
“Aww, baby, I am touching you.” He continued his sensual torture.
“My pussy. Please, between my legs.” The ache was so intense she was sure it would turn into physical pain soon.
Pulling away, he turned them around and bent her over the saddle stand so that her belly lay across the blanket covering the wood arch that normally held a saddle. She couldn’t see anything but the side of the stand. Then his feet nudged hers apart until she had a wide stance that left her open and fully exposed.
“Baby, if you want to stop at any point just say the word ‘dog’ and I’ll know you really need me to stop. Okay?”
“Okay.” Excitement rolled through her like a stampede.
“Your pussy is so pretty I can’t get enough of looking at it. And you taste so sweet. You’re mine, Elizabeth Torrence, and I’ll never give you up.” His warm breath wafted against her already heated flesh, causing her to squirm. Then his tongue slid from the front of her slit to her entrance and back. Her moan echoed through the barn and seemed to egg him on. He plunged a finger deep into her wet core and pumped it in and out as he licked her clit, just as he had done her nipples.
As she exploded around the single digit, he pulled it out and slid it into her anal passage. The sensual invasion seemed to fire off a second orgasm as he continued to work her pussy with his mouth, lapping at her juices. A second finger joined the first and worked in and out of her hole, using her own juices for lubrication. He’d done this before while buried deep inside her pussy, but this time he spread his fingers and stretched her more. She moaned as the pain of being stretched gave way to the pleasure his fingers brought, sliding in and out with a delicious friction. As he added a third finger, his tongue still drilling into her, another orgasm ripped through her. “Yes, Chance! Yes! Oh please, don’t stop.” Her cries mingled with his groans even as the powerful sensations ebbed. She heard him rise up behind her and walk away.
He came back and his boots stopped in front of her. The rasp of his zipper dropping was music to her ears. Gently he reached down and lifted her face up. “Suck me, baby. Suck my cock.”
Hungry for any taste of him she could get, she took his head in her mouth and let him push forward. He slid deep until his balls bumped her chin and then drew back. Again he plunged into her mouth and retreated until he set up a maddening pace that left her body wanting more. Without warning, he pulled out and stepped away. His breath came in panting gasps, the only sound in the barn. She let her head drop back down and waited to see what was next.
Her arms ached from being behind her back for so long, but she wouldn’t change a thing. She refused to say dog. This was everything she had ever wanted but could never have expressed. Her darkest fantasy pulled from her mind and brought to life by her very own sexy cowboy. Legs still spread, she felt a coolness land between the cheeks of her ass. “Chance, honey, what’s that?”
“Lube, baby, to ease my way.” He rubbed his cock through the folds of her pussy. “Are you okay?”
“Yes, but where did you get the lube? How did you know I was coming out here?” If she didn’t focus on something other than the feel of his cock stroking her heated flesh, she would go insane.
“We keep some in the first aid kit for the horses. Now hush and just feel.” He plowed into her pussy, driving his cock deep inside. His fingers pushed back in her backside and matched the rhythm he set with his shaft. Unable to do more than press her hips back to meet his thrusts, she was at his mercy. His wondrous and masterful mercy.
Then everything stopped. He pulled out of her sheath and removed his fingers. He placed the head of his cock at her tight rear pucker and pressed against the ring of muscle. Pressing back against him, she grew dizzy from the sensations spiraling through her. He pushed deep into her ass and seated himself to the hilt. “Oh, baby. You’re so tight, so fucking tight. Can I move? Are you okay if I move?”
Her pussy clenched, making his cock feel thicker, longer, in her bottom. So good. “Fuck me, Chance. Please.”
And he did. He pulled out and slid back in, pounding into her backside. The hard length of him filled her, stretched her, and gave her more pleasure than she had ever known. How she could have ever imagined that she didn’t love him was impossible to fathom. All thought fled as she exploded in an earth-shattering orgasm that clenched his dick as he continued to pump into her. Then he came, shooting his load deep in her ass as he cried out, “I love you, Beth. Love you so damn much!” and collapsed over her.
A few moments later he lifted off her and slid out. He untied her hands and helped her stand up while he massaged her arms and fingers. “You okay, baby? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“No, Chance, I loved every minute of what you did to me.” She smiled and snuggled into his arms. “And I love you, cowboy.”
“I love you too, baby.” He clutched her close.
“Chance.” Her voice wavered.
“Yeah?” He stilled.
“I’m ready to clear out my apartment.”
“Oh, baby. Are you sure?” His hands cupped her face and his gaze locked with hers.
She nodded. “I’ve never been more sure of anything. I never want to let you go. You’re mine, and I’m taking my Chance.”
About Sorcha Mowbray
Sorcha Mowbray is a mild mannered office worker by day…okay, so she is actually a mouthy, opinionated, take charge kind of gal who bosses everyone around; but she definitely works in an office. At night she writes romance so hot she sets the sheets on fire! Just ask her slightly singed husband.
She is a longtime lover of historical romance, having grown up re
ading Johanna Lindsey and Judith McNaught. Then she discovered Thea Devine and Susan Johnson. Holy cow! Heroes and heroines could do THAT? From there, things devolved into trying her hand at writing a little smexy. Needless to say, she liked it and she hopes you do too!
Website: http://sorchamowbray.com
Other Titles by Sorcha Mowbray
Love Revealed (Book 1, The Market Series)
from Decadent Publishing
“This was a fun and quick sexy historical with a taste of BDSM.”
-Jane from Goodreads
“It’s not just a titillating tale of petticoats and paddles, it’s a love story.”
-The Book Addicts
“Wow. This one was the scorcher of the month. Sizzling and risqué, indulging in this book is a definite way to escalate your arousal levels. … I really enjoyed this tantalizing little morsel.”
- Lady Ryleigh, Ravishing Historical Romance Reviews,
All Romance eBooks
“Sorcha Mowbray is a new author to me and boy am I glad that I found her work. Love Revealed simply knocked my socks off with it’s intense passion, engaging characters, and scintillating plot.”
– AJ, Dark Diva Reviews
Blurb:
Lady Katherine Drummond plays by society’s rules, even after the Ton turns on her. Shunned by her peers, she keeps up appearances by day but allows her true self out in the privacy of The Market. There, in the arms of one man, she comes alive. So much so, she signs a contract to be his for six months. Despite never having seen his face and knowing him only as Sir, she fears losing her heart to the man who breaks through her defenses.
Lord Raymond Tarkenton, the Earl of Heathington, despises being one of the most sought after bachelors of the Ton. He could never ask a woman of his circle to submit to his sexual needs, and a mistress would never be an option. For now, one masked woman at The Market holds his undivided attention. When he realizes that his masked lover and Lady Katherine Drummond are one and the same, he must find a way to convince her that they are bound together by more than the straps at her wrists and the contract they signed. He must reveal himself and his love to her. But will she accept him for more than a sexual escape.
Excerpt:
“Why is it you were compelled to make me wait when you were aware I was here and ready? This is not how we should start this arrangement.”
“I was delayed.” She met his gaze, hers teamed with desire, hope, defiance, and perhaps even a tinge of fear. Mostly promising reactions, the defiance would need to be addressed.
“You will of course be punished.” He paused. “When I am ready.”
“Yes, Sir.” Her eyes lit up with his pronouncement.
“Not when you are, and it is clear you are.” Yes, Kat was the exact woman he needed in his bed. She fit him, was a perfect foil for him, for his base compulsion. No. He must be caught up in the moment. She was no more than a desirable woman.
He sat next to her on the bed and caressed the outer edge of one breast. “It was good of you to tell me the truth, Kat. You must always tell me the truth, just as I will always tell you the truth. Do you understand?”
“I will always be honest with you, Sir.” Surprise flitted across her features as the truth of her vow rang through her words and warmed him.
“Do you trust me, Kat?” Curiosity got the better of him.
She hesitated, her thoughts whirling like crazy behind her beautiful eyes. “No.” She finally responded and dropped her gaze. He stopped caressing her soft flesh.
Trepidation reared its head before logic squashed the anomaly. His pulse thrummed through his veins. “And yet you let me restrain you. Perhaps you trust me more than you think?”
She glanced up at him. “Maybe a little.”
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Taking Her Chance Page 3