Cowboy Not Included: The Boot Knockers Ranch, Book 6 (16 page)

“And your downspouts and pretty much everything else that isn’t concrete. This one’ll be trouble.” The goat flounced past him, and he hooked a finger around its stubby flap of a tail before it danced off.

Skye peered at her ex from the corner of her eye. His relaxed pose reeked of masculinity—crouched, forearm on his thigh and one hand dangling between his legs. Hat pushed back, a smile crinkling his eyes.

The shiver that ran through her was dangerously close to her heart. No, it was in her heart. She’d fallen for him again, maybe harder than last time.

When he straightened and extended a hand for her to stand as well, she looked at his hand for a long moment. The moment felt monumental for some reason. If she put her hand in his, a flip might be switched and there would be no going back.

No, it’s too late anyhow. I’ll deal with the aftermath at the end of the week.

She put her hand in his and he drew her up and against him. Wrapping an arm around her middle and stealing a kiss while little goats galloped around them.

Chapter Ten

The deep connection that’d been absent from his every encounter since walking out of Skye’s life was back in full force. Damn it to hell, how was he going to recover from this?

As he watched her get ready for the weekly BDSM demonstration, need stirred low in the pit of his gut. He’d suggested she wear something loose and comfortable. And easy to strip off. If she got too pent-up during the production, he’d slide a hand between her legs and pleasure her then and there.

His cock pinched inside his jeans and he shifted it to the side to gain more room. She threw him a smile. “You’re already hard?”

“Thinking about my promise.”

Her cheeks pinkened and she spritzed herself with body spray. The scent wafted to him and it took everything inside him to keep from grabbing her, throwing her on the bed and pounding into her ass right now.

“How do I look?” she asked.

He scanned from the neck of her black sundress over her small, ripe breasts to a waist made for holding. Then down to the hem that swirled around her golden thighs. Gripping his hard cock through his jeans, he showed her the evidence of her appearance.

“That’s gooooood.” Her private smile sent a pang through him.

“Damn straight. Let’s go before I can’t keep my hands to myself.”

As they left the bungalow and walked to the auditorium, she asked questions about the demonstration. It was a taste of the BDSM lifestyle some women craved. They had two resident Doms and the ladies could volunteer to be at their mercies.

“You mean I can go onstage?” Her eyes were wide.

“Yes.”

“And you’d let me?”

“I’m not your keeper, Skye.”

“But you wouldn’t let anyone lay a hand on me when I first came.”

“I’ve changed my mind.”

She looked up at him. “Changed it how? Do you want me to go with another cowboy?”

“No. But I’m good at sharing.”

“You aren’t good at sharing your sex toys. The other Boot Knockers are always complaining.”

“That’s different.”

“I don’t understand.”

Her legs looked more amazing with each step he took. “Everything I had I left behind—wife, daughter, house. Even my dog.” A beat of silence. “But these toys belong to me.”

She drew her brows together and opened her mouth to ask a question, but there wasn’t time because they were at the auditorium.

Cowboys and ladies streamed into the building and many already filled the space. Booker caught her hand and led her to a prime seat. Skye stared at the closed red curtains, awe on her pretty features.

“Mind if we sit here?” a tall cowboy in all black drawled.

Booker looked up. “Riggs.” His boss and the gorgeous blonde who lived as his wife along with their leader, Hugh, stood there.

He waved for them to sit. Even if he hadn’t known their woman was pregnant, Booker would have guessed. She wore that glow Skye had.

“This is Skye.” He sat forward to give the pair a view of his ex. Riggs’s attention ran from Booker to the hand he had resting on Skye’s knee. Her fingers were twined with his.

They all exchanged greetings. Then Hugh took the stage to welcome everyone and share the rules. The ropes, whips and paddles the ladies saw were absolutely real and if they volunteered to go up there, they’d be faced with real smacks and lashes.

Skye’s fingers flexed around Booker’s and goose bumps broke out on her forearms. The curtains parted, Hugh stepped aside and the stage lit up.

Skye’s breath stuck in her throat as she stared at the benches and crosses onstage. Not to mention the two cowboy Doms. Both wore tight black pants and hats but their bare chests glistened under the lights.

Two ladies were already there—probably their clients. The cowboys lifted whips and flicked them simultaneously. The cracks reverberated, and Skye’s pussy grew wetter. She was probably leaving a wet mark on her dress—she hadn’t bothered with panties.

The thought of Booker pushing his thick, rough fingers into her slick folds ignited her. Her nipples ached.

For ten minutes she watched the activity onstage. The ladies were roped to the cross and handcuffed to a leather bench ass-up.

What was happening onstage was intense but nothing compared to the response of the crowd. With each smack of a paddle or whip, a collective sigh ran through the audience. Seats creaked as cowboys shifted to adjust their erections.

Booker walked his fingers up her thigh and she let her legs fall apart. His eyes were hooded as he trailed his hand down to linger on her knee. Then back up again. She burned for his touch. Within ten minutes she wanted to leave.

The Dom asked for a volunteer. Booker arched a brow at her.

She hesitated for only a heartbeat then felt herself rise to her feet. As she floated toward the stage steps, she felt strangely disconnected from her body. But this was why she’d come here. To escape and feel. Besides, it gave her a thrill to know Booker would be watching.

The cowboy with the dark brown hat approached her slowly, stalking like a big cat. She put her hand in his and seconds later was nude in front of a room of people. Strapped by the wrists and ankles, splayed for all to see.

Her pussy throbbed and juices slid down her inner thigh. While stripping and binding her, he’d shared his name—Quay. And he promised to make her beg for his crop.

He strutted back and forth, wielding it. She blinked at the audience, unable to see Booker. But he was watching. Would he stop this or try to take over?

“Give me a safeword, Skye,” Quay demanded.

Several words floated through her mind but before she could settle on one, Booker’s graveled tone filled her ears. “Mine. Her safeword is mine.”

E-fucking-nough. Booker couldn’t stand there another minute with his woman buck naked, her pink pussy begging for his tongue and touch. He’d leaped the stage and brushed Quay out of the way.

Skye’s skin was flushed and her eyes shiny with passion. He locked gazes with her and took the short black crop from Quay. The man relinquished it and moved off to another woman he’d tied up. Good—this one belonged to Booker.

“I thought you were good at sharing.”

“I am,” he rumbled, leaning close to drink in a deep gulp of her aroused scent. “I’m sharing you with the audience. But when I take your ass, it will be in private.”

“Oh God,” she whimpered, shivering.

“Ready, Skye?”

“What about that safeword?”

“I know you like I know my own soul. You chose Dixie, right?”

“Yeah, of course.”

He adjusted his grip on the crop, raised it and lightly smacked her inner thigh, inches from her wet slit. She cried out. He did it again and she rocked her hips forward on the third light blow. Her skin was getting red already and he wouldn’t mark her further.

He took stock of her expression and found her willing, panting for more. He delivered a tender rap to each nipple.

She groaned, nipples squeezing into tight cherries. The crowd was reacting to her display of total trust and need. Several feet away the woman under Elliot’s paddle came. Booker let her cries drive his own need. He wanted that to be Skye, coming for everyone under his touch.

He struck her with the crop again, careful to control his strength and constantly checking her face. Her eyes were heavy, her lips bitten. Her pussy was soaking wet.

Damn, so irresistible. He swooped in and kissed her. Thrusting his tongue into her mouth and claiming a ragged moan. She threw herself into kissing him, straining against her bonds as if she needed to touch him. His cock hardened painfully.

When he fitted his cock against the V of her legs and jerked upward, she cried out. “Can you come this way, baby? Grinding on my cock?” He tipped his hips again.

“Yesss.” She shuddered.

“Good, but you won’t.” He flipped the crop over and slid the handle right into her pussy. She cried out, sweat on her temples, her eyes wild with need.

Holding her gaze prisoner, he fucked her slowly with the sleek handle. Then he pulled it out entirely and pressed the rounded end to her clit. She wiggled against it, searching for more.

He glimpsed a man coming onstage with a woman. Jeremy. Tension licked the air, and Booker went on high alert. But the tension wasn’t for him—it was for Elliot.

The pair looked at each other and then Elliot stomped right up to Jeremy and kissed him. Hand kneading his cock through his jeans, tongue moving inside the cowboy’s mouth. Totally owning the man for all to see.

So that’s how strong it is.
If Jeremy was in love with Elliot, no wonder he was getting uptight about Booker having the office job. Many Boot Knockers believed other jobs on the ranch meant they could get out of the client business, since it had happened for the boss man, Hugh. Fact was, Booker was doing both duties for the same pay. However, Jeremy saw an opportunity lost to him.

He slipped the handle into Skye’s pussy again. Felt her body grip the crop as he eased it out. He tweaked one nipple then the other. She screamed. Bucked. Her hair tumbled into one blazing eye.

“Come for me. Show all of them you’re mine.”

She made a noise of assent, and Booker lost it. He withdrew the crop from her pussy and dropped it. It struck the floor with an echo. Moans sounded around him. Whip cracks. Soft sobbing gasps from the crowd that revealed someone else was coming.

He dropped to his knees and opened his mouth over her pussy, eyes closed with bliss.

She was going to burn up and turn to a pile of ash right here in front of everyone. Never in her life had she been so turned on. Shaking with the need to come, she lost herself to Booker’s lips and tongue.

He swirled the point around her clit.

“I need your fingers.”

They rested on her inner thigh immediately. “You want them buried in your pussy while I suck it?”

“Fucking yes.”

“Dirty mouth. Dirty girl.” He plunged two fingers into her at the same moment he sucked her clit. Heat scorched through her system. She rose and fell on his hand and mouth, remotely aware that people were watching her. Getting off on her and Booker.

Her pussy flooded, and he groaned. Finger-fucking her hard and fast, driving her to that point where she couldn’t think—only feel. Tongue flips sent her sailing and his fingers were the final rocket boost.

She screamed. Coming. Body pulsating. Flying, dizzy with the lack of oxygen as she held her breath through the force of her release.

When she returned to her body, he was gently kissing her pussy while he worked two fingers slowly. She dropped her stare to him. “I want to touch you,” she whispered.

Around them, the stage was filled with cries of women as they experienced whip blows and orgasms. Booker had eyes only for her as he unbound her hands and ankles. Then he picked her up and carried her offstage.

They only went a few steps into the back area between curtains when he set her down, pushed her over a wooden railing and sank a finger into her backside.

“Here?” she gasped as he breached her tight hole without warning.

“Right here.”

“Fuck yeah.”

He laughed. Then she heard his belt buckle clank and his zipper teeth. Seconds ticked by while he obviously fitted himself with a condom. When he blanketed her back with his body and brushed his lips over her neck, she shuddered uncontrollably.

“You like the naughty things we do. You want your ass fucked out in the open, don’t you?”

“Y-yes.” She was gagging for it.

“Spread your legs wider. And when I slide in, bear down.”

Oh hell, this was really going to happen. Here. Now. With the noise of women coming in the front of the building and paddle smacks as serenade. He smeared his cock head over her pucker, and it felt thick with lube.

“Extra lubed condom. I came prepared, baby.” He pushed.

She stopped breathing as he invaded her body inch by slow inch. He smoothed his hands over her hips and tickled her nape with his words. “Bear down, love.”

She’d just come onstage in front of dozens of people and now she was bent over a rail with her ex’s cock in her ass. She pushed back and he filled her in one smooth glide.

Neither of them breathed for a moment. She clenched her hands on the rail and he held her hips with a might that spoke of his dip in control. After a heart-throbbing minute, she said, “Please move.”

“Jesus.” He withdrew so slowly she thought she’d lose her mind. Her friend had shared her own anal sex experience, saying it hadn’t hurt as much as some women said. Maybe Skye was one of those ladies whose body handled it better too. Wait until she told Suzanne.

When she matched Booker’s movements, his actions grew choppier. “I want to fuck you all night like this. Right here. Then take you to the bungalow and share you with a cowboy.”

“Teller?”

“Maybe. I’d keep you screaming for months with all my friends, baby. God, yesss.” He slid in again, and her eyes rolled back in her head. The extreme sensation was unlike anything she’d ever felt.

“You’re so damn tight.” He bit off the words. While she was nowhere near ready for another orgasm, he was on the edge. And she loved holding that power over him.

She ground her hips. He grunted. She tipped her ass up for a better angle. He groaned.

She latched on to his muscular hip and drew him in hard and fast and he roared. With every twitch of his body, she lost herself more and more. This man… Walking away would be the hardest thing she’d ever done.

When he collapsed against her spine, breathing hard in her ear, she reached over her shoulder to stroke his hair.

“Fucking hell, baby,” he murmured against her neck.

“I hope you recover quickly. Because I’m ready for the other promise you made.”

He rumbled a laugh. “You sure?”

It was the only thing she was certain of—she wanted to experience two men, but one needed to be Booker. With him, she was safe and totally fulfilled.

Skye lay on her side on the bed, splayed for him and Teller. When they both fired up vibrators, she jerked.

“Easy, love.” Booker ran a hand down her rounded belly to the top of her pussy and watched as Teller fed the pink rubber cock into her. She cried out and gulped when Booker added the tiny vibe to her backside.