Rough Rider

by Madison Faye

  But I shake my head of thoughts like those. No way. I may have lost my mind with him last night. But there’s no room for that now. Not when we’ve just robbed the biggest drug kingpin in Kentucky.

  …A.K.A., my fiancé.

  “Can we please take care of this?” I mutter, bringing my hand up and jangling the handcuff chain.

  “Oh, sure, princess. I’ll just use my fucking magic wand.”

  My eyes narrow. “Wait, do you not have a spare key here?”

  “Darlin’, do I look like the kind of guy with a backup plan?”

  I groan.

  “And what’s the rush, anyways?” He winks at me. “Don’t you like us being so close like this?”

  Yes.

  I can’t say that though. Not to this infuriating man who’s thrown a big, giant monkey wrench into my whole plan.

  “I have to pee.”

  He shrugs, nodding with his chin. “Bathroom’s right there.”

  I purse my lips. “I’m not peeing while handcuffed to you.”

  He chuckles. “Well then you ain’t peeing, because I’m not cutting my hand off so you can take piss.”

  I swear loudly, but he just keeps grinning at me.

  “Fine,” I finally hiss, storming across the small cabin and yanking him after me. I step inside and slam the door shut — well, as shut as it will go with a metal-link chain stopping it from actually closing.

  I mutter as I pull at the button and zipper of my jeans with one hand, skimming them and my panties down as I sit on the grubby toilet.

  …This is humiliating.

  I’m sitting here with one hand up in the air, with a chain running through the door to where the tall, dark, stupidly hot stranger I slept with last night is just standing, waiting.

  I grit my teeth. “Could you cover your ears?”

  He laughs.

  “Or whistle a song or something?”

  “Tinkle tinkle, princess.”

  “Asshole.”

  “Can we speed this up? I got things to do.”

  “Keep talking, cowboy, and I swear you’re going to regret being handcuffed to me.”

  He shuts up, and finally, I can hear him start to whistle.

  Finally.

  I’m just about done when the whistling stops. “Hey, you need a helping hand in there?”

  I yank on my wrist, and when I hear the thud of his head whacking the door and the hissed swear from his lips, I giggle.

  “Nope! All good now!”

  Chapter 6

  Shepherd

  Son of a bitch.

  I growl, pulling back from the fucking door and rubbing my head. Fuckin’ walked right into that one. This girl…fuck.

  Trouble. Five foot, seven inches and I’d wager about one-hundred-twenty pounds of sweet. Fucking. Trouble. And not even just the fun kinda trouble either. Nah, she’s “ruin my whole day, fuck up my whole shit” kind of trouble.

  So why are you fucking hard right now?

  And I am. Fuck if I even know why, what with my head with an imprint of the damn wood grain of the bathroom door still on it. Maybe it’s the challenge. Maybe it’s knowing this little filly can be tamed — cause I have done it — but that it ain’t gonna be easy. Maybe it’s that sass and that attitude.

  Cause let me tell you, if you thought either those signs would keep me away from her? If you’d thought her smacking my goddamn head on the doorframe, or hell, putting a fucking shotgun in my face would throw me off?

  Oh, you’d be way wrong. Way the fuck wrong. Like I said, maybe I just like a challenge. Maybe it just ain’t as much fun if I’m not holding on tight and riding as hard as I can.

  The bathroom door swings open, and she comes waltzing out, smirking at me like she “got” me. But she’s wrong. Cause it’s me that’s got her. I mean, literally, seeing as she’s chained to my damn wrist.

  And yet, it just might be that she does have me — like she’s got this damn spell on me or something. I’m trying to block it out and tell myself to stop being such a fuckin’ pussy about. I’m trying to tell myself that one drunk romp in the back of my truck after a night of tequila and bar fights is just exactly that — a one-time drunken fling.

  And maybe it would be, except that that drunken fling is now locked to me. Attached to me. Near me, constantly. She breezes past me, and I swear, I can smell the scent of her skin, or her hair or something. Whatever it is, it wafts over me, and suddenly, it’s like I’m going full caveman. It’s something primal that tugs at the core of me, like the scent of her triggers all sorts of memories from last night.

  And instantly, I’m hard.

  Not just hard either, I mean fucking throbbing, pulsing, aching against my jeans, my balls boiling with cum between my thighs kind of hard. She waltzes past me, that fiery red hair tumbling down her shoulders, that sassy glint in her eyes, and that little smug look on her pouty lips.

  And instantly, I fucking want her.

  It’s like pheromones or some shit, because instantly, any other thought in my head fucking evaporates, and all I want is another taste. I want her moaning for me again, spreading those pretty thighs and wrapping them around my hips as I sink into her hot little cunt. I want that pussy riding my chin, her sweet girl-cum dripping across my tongue until I’m drunk off of her.

  And since it was dark last night? Well, I wanna know if those carpets match the drapes. I want to know if that soft little strip of hair above her pussy is as fiery hot as what’s tumbling down around her face.

  Fuck, I don’t even know her name. I still don’t even know her name. And she doesn’t know mine. Maybe that’s part of what’s making it so hot — this nameless Bonnie and Clyde thing we’ve got going on. She brushes past me, the scent of her hooks into my fucking soul, and suddenly, I’m not holding back anymore.

  She gasps as I whirl, yanking my arm and making her tumble back into me. She falls into my arms, her eyes wide as I pull her close.

  “Just what in the hell do you think you’re—”

  “This.”

  My lips crush to hers, and it’s like jumping into fire. Instantly, it all comes back — the taste of her mouth, the feel of those lips on mine, the way she tries to keep it inside but moans anyways. I kiss her hard and fierce, pushing her back until we crash into the wall behind her.

  And that’s when she finally breaks away, gasping as she shoves me back.

  “You arrogant ass!”

  Oh, she’s trying to be indignant, and act all flustered. But she’s doing a shit job of selling, and I’m not buying. Not when I see that green fire roaring in her eyes. Not when I see the way her tongue darts out to wet her bottom lip, like she’s tasting the kiss she just broke away from. I see the heat in her face, and the way her body warms — the way she subconsciously arches towards me as her eyes lock right on mine.

  “We gonna pretend both of us weren’t just dying for that to happen again, or can we just skip the bullshit and go right to the part where I do that again?”

  “Kiss me again and just see what happens,” she whispers fiercely.

  “You daring me to find out?”

  She rakes her teeth over her bottom lip, swallowing.

  “Cause sweetheart, I’m a betting man, and if we’re putting a wager on this, I’m going to say that me kissing you again is gonna mean two things. One, you getting dripping wet — and I mean more than we both know you already are.”

  Her jaw drops, and I can see she’s about to say something, but I stop her, moving closer and pressing my body against hers. She gasps quietly, but she doesn’t push me back. No, I see the fire roaring in her eyes, and the raw lust written all over her face, and I know.

  …I know she’s already mine.

  “And two?” she whispers.

  I raise a brow.

  “You said kissing me again is going to mean two things,” she says, her voice husky and rough with her barely contained desire.

  I grin slowly, my jaw tight and my cock pulsing against my jean
s.

  “Well two is that once I do, there ain’t no power on earth that’s gonna get me to stop kissing you.” Our eyes blaze into each other's, our pulses racing, and our bodies slowly pressing together harder.

  “You still want to dare me, princess?” I growl lowly. “You still want to see if I—”

  Her lips sear to mine, her whimper drowning in the kiss as we come crashing together all over again.

  Hard.

  Chapter 7

  Chastity

  The heat erupts through me like liquid fire as I crash into him. It’s insanity is what it is. Madness. Lunacy. Me losing my entire damn mind. But I do know one thing — no matter what I want to call it, there’s no stopping it.

  He groans deeply, his hands holding my hips and pinning me to the wall behind us. His tongue teases against my lips, and when I part them for him, he claims what I offer, kissing me harder, and deeper, until I’m melting into him. I moan wildly, losing my head, but not even caring anymore.

  …And I’m so wet.

  I’m melting against him, whimpering into the kiss and clawing at him with my free hand. One of my legs slides around him, hooking around his muscled waist, and when I pull him against me, he growls deeper into my lips. Fuck, he’s so hard too, and I can feel him — this thick, pulsing bulge under that denim throbbing right between my legs against my open jeans. The memory of last night, and just how fucking big he was comes rushing back, and I can feel my body reacting.

  Heat pools between my legs. My nipples pucker to sensitive little peaks under my thin t-shirt. My pulse thunders in my ears, and every single part of me wants him just like he took me last night. Every inch of my skin wants an encore, and to feel him claim me again like he did.

  I was drunk last night and wanted him fiercely. I’m sober now, and damned if I don’t want him even more.

  He breaks the kiss, and I cry out as his mouth teases down my jaw line. His lips brush over my neck, nibbling at my earlobe and making me shudder before he moves down even more, towards my collarbone. I can feel the stubble of his scruffed jaw, and I can smell the heady, intoxicating scent of him. He smells like man — like country woods, sweat, and sex.

  Sex from us. I’d never meant to fall asleep in the back of his pickup last night. I mean, God, I’d never meant to do any of things we did in that thing last night. But waking up the way I did, I’d barely had time to drive up to the cookhouse to meet my time-table. There’d been no time to head back to my motel and shower.

  Any other time, and I might feel dirty, or gross. But with him, there’s something so fucking hot about it. I felt it even as I drove down country roads this morning — feeling his scent on me, and knowing that part of the lingering wet heat between my legs was from him. And now, smelling him, and know he also probably hasn’t showered away the scent of us either does something crazy to my senses. It lights a fire in me, or throws gasoline on the one he’s already lit.

  It makes me want him to tear my damn clothes off and just take me again.

  He groans into me, kissing me harder as his hand — the one chained to me — begins to tease across my bare midriff. His fingers trace over my hip, following the waist of my jeans as he teases it across my belly. His hand brushes my navel, and as his fingers start to push under the denim, my pulse races like an engine.

  “You know what I think?” he growls into my lips, his fingers pushing lower, teasing over the edge of my panties. “I think this tight little pussy’s been wet and ready for me all damn day.”

  I moan, kissing him hard, my teeth nipping at his bottom lip in a way that has him growling lowly before I pull away.

  “You smug, cocky prick,” I groan.

  “Bratty little princess,” he hisses back before he grabs me again, yanks me into him, and kisses me again. “And you’re dodging the question. So why don’t we find out, hmm?” He nips at my lips, catching my bottom one gently between his teeth as his hand pushes under the edge of my panties.

  “Why don’t we find out?”

  His hand twists, his finger entwining with my mine before he slides both our hands back under the edge of my panties. His other hand pops the button of my jeans and tugs the zipper down, and when his eyes drop to where our hands are, he groans.

  “Let’s find out how messy and slick this naughty little pussy’s been for me. You haven’t showered since me, have you?”

  I whimper, shaking my head and gasping for air. His hand pushes both of our fingertips lower, until his hand and mine tease over my clit. I gasp quietly, my face blooming with heat as he rolls my fingertips over my clit.

  “Naughty girl,” he hisses heatedly. “And so fucking wet.” His hand slips lower, both of our fingers teasing over my lips and my opening. “You liked having me still here, didn’t you? You liked the thrill of playing the bad girl and going off to rob that cookhouse with the smell of me still on your skin and my cum still dripping out of this hot little cunt and making a mess of your panties.”

  His mouth crushes to mine once again, and my only answer is my moan against his lips. He sinks a finger into me, curling it inside and stroking in and out. I cling to him with my free hand, panting into his kiss as he teases me higher and higher, making my whole body melt for him. His fingers drag back to my clit, and again, he uses both his fingers and mine to tease the little nub until I’m gasping for more. My hips rock against him, and my hands tear at his plaid shirt, ripping the buttons as I yank it open.

  I groan, running my fingertips over his rock hard abs and up to his chest. His free hand tugs at my jeans, pushing them and my panties down my legs. He groans, breaking the kiss to move his lips down my neck, and I cry out as he roughly bites and sucks at the sensitive skin there, driving me insane.

  My hand slides down his abs, yanking at his belt. It’s tricky with one hand, but there’s a fire inside of me that won’t be stopped or deterred. I groan in frustration, and he chuckles as he brings his own free hand to his jeans.

  “Something you’re trying to get your hands on, sweetheart?”

  “You know there is,” I hiss back, my pulse racing in my ears.

  “Well maybe you should ask nicely then,” he growls lowly. He tugs his belt free and then pulls down his zipper. My fingertips linger on his abs as he slips his hand inside and slowly pulls himself free.

  …And my body melts.

  Fuck, he’s so big. He’s even bigger when I’m seeing him like this in the daylight than he felt last night in the dark. His hand wraps around his thick, pulsing, gorgeous cock, and when he strokes, I can feel his body groan with pleasure. His muscles tighten, and that swollen, smooth head of his flares. Thick, sticky precum leaks from the tip, trickling down his muscled shaft as he slowly jerks himself. He rolls our fingers over my clit again, and I moan wildly.

  “You want to get your hands on this cock, sweetheart? That what you’re after?”

  My hand slides down over his lower abs, over his hand until my small fingers curl around his thick head. Fuck, they don’t even touch circling him, and when I gently squeeze, I feel him groan as his big dick throbs under my touch.

  He slips his hand away from his cock, giving me full control of it as he brings his back to my hips. His mouth finds mine, his lips searing heat to mine as his hand begins to push at my shirt. He pulls the knot free at the base of it and shoves it up over my chest, exposing my breasts to his hungry eyes. I whimper, stroking his beautiful cock as his mouth drops to one rosy pink nipple, sucking it between his lips and teasing it with his tongue.

  His finger rolls over my clit again and again, and I cry out as his mouth dips from one nipple to the other. He starts to kiss his way down my torso, and I moan as I suddenly shake my head.

  “Wait, no, I…”

  I blush.

  “What?” he growls, moving lower, my hand slipping away from his cock as he moves to his knees. He nibbles at my hip, and my whole body trembles with heat.”

  “I— I haven’t…”

  “Good,” he growls, h
is mouth teasing across my hip. His fingers spread my lips, and when his breath tingles across me, I moan softly.

  “I don’t want you scrubbed clean, I want you tasting like you. I want you hot and wild against my tongue.”

  His fingers tease over the soft little patch of hair above my clit, and he groans as he moves in. His fingers spread me open, and when his tongue touches me there, I whimper.

  His wicked tongue drags so slowly, up from the bottom all the way up to my clit. He groans deeper, his muscles rippling as he pushes me back into the wall, pinning me there as his tongue slides over my pussy once again. He licks me harder, pushing his tongue deep inside and making me scream in pleasure as he pumps it in and out, fucking me with his mouth.

  His tongue teases back up to my clit, circling the little nub before he sucks it between his lips.

  …And I start to melt.

  “Fuck, sweetheart,” he groans, swiping his tongue over my clit. “Goddamn you taste like fucking honey.” He pushes his tongue back in, fucking it in and out of me as his hands grabs my hips and pull me against his mouth. His mouth covers me, and when his tongue starts to swirl around my clit over and over, I start to tremble.

  My knees shake, my breath comes hard and staggered, and my pulse thunders through me. He pushes one hand up my body, his fingers toying with my nipples as he brings the other one down between my legs.

  “Touch your pussy, princess,” he growls. “Spread those soft, pretty pink lips for me while I taste you. Spread that tight little pussy open for me while I tease this clit.”

  I cry out, my fingers sliding through my own wetness and doing what he says. His tongue swirls and bats at my clit, and he slowly eases two fingers deep inside, curling them in and out as my whole body starts to explode.

  “I warned you,” he groans, his tongue curling circles around my aching clit as he strokes that wonderful place just inside with his big strong fingers. “I warned you what’d happen if you dared me to kiss you again. I told you I wouldn’t stop kissing you. And I’m not until I make this tight little pussy come for me. I’m not gonna stop, darlin, until you make this hot, tight, honey-sweet cunt come all the fuck over my tongue like a good girl.”