Cowboy Not Included: The Boot Knockers Ranch, Book 6 (9 page)

He poised his hand inches from her skin—enough for her to feel the heat. When she thrust back against his palm, he gave her what she wanted.

Another three spanks. Then he worked on the other cheek until her ass was good and red. Her slit glistened with juices. The urge to bury his tongue in her and taste her stole his sanity.

He delivered another slap, lighter this time. Then grasped her shoulder and rolled her over. She stared up at him, wide eyes filled with lust. “Open your mouth,” he ordered, then moved up the bed to plunge his mushroomed head between her lips.

God, she burned. Her backside tingled from his spanking and every other part was on fire. She sucked Booker’s thick length into her mouth. He nudged deeper, bringing the head against the back of her throat. She grunted but forced herself to relax and accept him.

Okay, he hadn’t been bluffing when he said he’d fuck her, spank her and make her suck him off. The next stage was more spanking, and she couldn’t wait to get to that part.

Clasping his sinewy hips, she yanked him closer. He groaned and she echoed it as a drop of his salty essence hit her tongue. She hollowed her cheeks.

His gaze locked on hers, his touch on her jaw tender. “Fuck, I forgot how good you are at that.”

She made the humming noise that would vibrate him…and make him insane.

He bucked his hips, and she softened her mouth, taking him, wanting to give all the pleasure he’d given her. She ran her tongue along the underside of his fat head, and he gripped her face harder.

“So fucking beautiful, Skye. Let me come in your mouth. Fuck, I need to see you gulping.”

His dirty talk speared her with lust. She cupped his balls and swirled her tongue over his length. His thigh muscles strained and his six-pack abs leaped. As he began to pant, she knew she had him.

And found she wanted him.

“Take me, take me.” It was nearly a plea.

Who was she to deny him? Besides, the next stage excited the hell out of her. What came after that?

Drawing on his cock, she threw herself into loving him. He stiffened. His fingers curled around her face.

A roar rushed from him right before the first jet struck her throat. She swallowed. Again and again, taking every drop.

With her eyes closed, she continued to suckle him until his body loosened. He issued a noise that made her open her eyes.

Damn, his eyes were green fire. She wanted to roll naked in it.

“You taste good.”

“Jesus,” he ground out.

“Lighter flavor.”

“That’s the pineapple.” He pulled free of her mouth, hauled her up and kissed her. His hot tongue told her he wasn’t remotely done even after the blowjob. Need mounted in her core and she whimpered.

He flipped her, yanked her ass up. Juices squeezed from her pussy in anticipation of her erotic spanking. He’d never done anything like this to her, and somehow having a new experience from him felt like the greatest gift.

“What pineapple?” she asked faintly.

His big hand fitted to her ass cheek ignited her. She could barely hold still. “They say if you eat pineapple it makes your come sweet.”

“Mmm.” She ran her tongue over her lips, ready for more.

“Hold still, dammit. I can’t concentrate.”

She giggled. “You move your hand. That’s easy.”

“Not when my cock’s throbbing to shove into you, condom or not.”

His words fed into her desire. Being wanted felt damn good, but what she really needed was that sting on her ass. “I knew you’d go back on your word to spank me again,” she goaded.

“Like hell.” The blow came with a loud crack. She cried out. When the second, third, fourth spanks came, she rocked her hips to meet his hand. Then his fingers glanced off and sank deep in her aching pussy.

A guttural moan left her. Using two fingers to stretch, he moved. The bed sank and a hum met her ears.

Shock tore through her as he slicked the vibrator over her seam. His breath was hot on her ear when he said, “You fucked yourself with this, didn’t you? I listened to you coming half the night and wanted to break down the fucking door.” He plunged the smooth cock into her.

She couldn’t even scream around the bliss he gave her. The rabbit ears flipped against her clit and Booker knew just where to position the vibrating shaft.

“I’m…gonna come,” she panted.

“Good. Then I’m going to eat your pussy and make you scream again. Come on, baby.” Twisting her head to see him from the corner of her eye, she saw his fierce expression and blond hair tumbled over his forehead, damp with perspiration. She wanted to lick him from head to toe.

Right after she reached for these stars.

She spread her legs more and gave herself up to the man who knew just how to push her buttons. Maybe she had the right cowboy after all.

The minute she came apart, he switched the vibrator into a lower setting. When her release flowed away, he pulled the toy free of her body, flipped her and lowered himself between her thighs so his lips were near her pussy.

She twitched as she realized his intention. “I don’t know if I can take it yet. I’m so sensitive.”

“I don’t break my promises.” Delivering a long, slow lick from the bottom of her pussy to the top, he stared at her. She issued a low, happy sigh. As he gently tongued her wet folds, he felt as if he were on the back of a bull. He clung to it even as the animal tried to throw him off and stomp all over him.

Except he’d stopped clinging to Skye long ago and she didn’t seem to be bucking right now.

Her fingers moved through his hair as he zigzagged his tongue through her juices. “You don’t need any pineapple, baby. You taste as good as always,” he murmured.

Goose bumps broke out on her thighs. He removed his mouth from her pussy to suck some flesh.

“You’re just as good at that.” Her voice sounded shy. “But the spanking’s new.”

“I’ve learned a trick or two. Didn’t know you’d like it so much.” He planted soft kisses up to her pussy again.

“I like everything you do to me.”

“Mmm.” He closed his eyes and tasted her soaking center. Swirling his tongue until she started to tense again, well on her way to another orgasm.

“I liked the toy part too.”

“Mmm-hmm.” He flashed his gaze to hers. Holding a conversation mouth to mouth seemed best—he was able to say what he really meant. At this moment, words were unnecessary anyhow. He only wanted to give her pleasure.

His cock grew steely, and he forced himself to keep from rubbing against the mattress. As soon as she was on the verge, he was going to flip her over and pound into her, those red ass cheeks cradling him perfectly.

When she gave a cry and shudder, he couldn’t stop staring at her. She was so lovely when she came apart. Always had been.

She smoothed the hair off his forehead, her eyes soft and warm. His heart gave an odd stutter. He couldn’t afford to lose himself to this woman again, but there was no denying it felt so right. When had he experienced a desire this strong, let alone a true sense of connection?

He performed lazy tongue acrobatics over her creamy pussy then rested his head on her inner thigh. His eyes closed of their own will. She threaded her fingers into his hair. Mustering the courage to walk away from her again was going to be a damn hard task. But having these moments was well worth it.

At the sound of the front door banging shut, Skye sat up, groggy and disoriented. She moved her legs into a more comfortable position, aware of the pleasant soreness between her thighs.

Stomp, stomp, stomp.
In a few strides, Booker crossed the length of the bungalow. Had his legs gotten longer? His cock seemed like it.

Her mouth fell open as she saw what he carried.

Toys. A lot of them.

“Are these all for me?”

A grin split his handsome face. “No. They’re all for me.”

“I didn’t know you were into that,” she joked.

He flashed her a look and unceremoniously dumped his whole armload on the bed. Cocks of all shapes, sizes and colors scattered, along with some smaller vibrators and a butt plug.

She eyed it.

Just how much did he plan to show her?

She shouldn’t be sleeping with him at all. It was more than complicated.

He gave her a wolfish smile and all doubts vanished. He flopped into bed next to her, pulled her down and snuggled close. With his big thigh and shoulder touching hers, she was more content than she’d felt in too long.

“What’s with all the dildos?”

With his long arms, he was able to snag one of the vibrators lying near his shin without straining. Holding it above them, he pointed to the tip. “See that? Rotating head. Rated five stars.”

“By whom?”

“The consumers on the website, of course. It’s got three speeds and a button that will make it go counterclockwise. In case you’re into that.” He tossed it to the bottom of the bed again and reached for another. This one was lavender with realistic balls. Booker ran his hand over the toy, and she couldn’t help it—she burst out laughing.

“Tell me the finer points of this one,” she said between snorts.

“It’s called the unicorn.”

“Oh my God. What exactly are the demographics for this? I don’t know many women into unicorns.”

“Glitter in the plastic, see?” He held it up, and sure enough, it sparkled.

Skye giggled and snuggled closer, one arm thrown over his chest. “What else can it do?”

“Two speeds. Nothing fancy. Get in and get out.”

“That doesn’t sound very enticing.”

He shot her a blazing green-eyed look. “Depends on your man. Wanna try?”

“Not yet. This is too fun. You’re like the traveling salesman of dildos.”

The next one was white with a bubbled head. He switched it on, and a loud noise filled the space.

“That’s definitely for a single woman.” She had to raise her voice to be heard.

He pushed out a sigh as if deeply disappointed in the manufacturer. “It is a little noisy.” He turned it off and got another. “Now this is very popular. It was sold out online everywhere for months.”

“How’d you get one?”

His expression was very serious. “I’m on the mailing list.”

Biting her lower lip to keep from laughing, she wiggled closer. His skin smelled like musk and leather. Both scents made her wish she could buy a bottle of it and take it home with her. Now that would be a top seller in the female fun department. She brushed her nose over his bare biceps and listened intently as he showed off all the features of the next vibrator.

Hearing his enthusiasm, she was shuttled back in time. They’d always spent as long as possible in bed together, talking. Whether nude or fully clothed, they had a good time.

He held the hot pink dildo up so she could see it swerving in the air. “Looks a little dangerous,” she said.

“That’s why a professional should be consulted.” He waggled his brows, white teeth flashing. If she were upright, she’d need to worry about her knees buckling. What a charmer he was.

His flirtatious personality had ended their marriage, but she had no intention of getting back with him. This was vacation sex. Nothing more.

“And this one…” He lifted a weighty chocolate brown cock. With its authentic veining and huge girth, it was something every man lied about being in his pants.

Skye felt her eyes go rounder the longer she stared at it.

Booker laughed. “You like this one?”

“It’s a little intimidating. Who can take it?”

“It’s not for the faint of heart.” He shook it, and it wobbled just like a real cock.

“Are there batteries?”

“Of course. You know how I like my horsepower.” He fired it up and it was surprisingly quiet. When he guided it down her mound toward her damp pussy, she squirmed.

“Want to give it a trial run?”

“Maybe later.” She took it from him and hid it under her pillow. “I have my eyes on another one.”

“Yeah?” He stirred the remainder of the toys with his index finger. Brushing over one he called the Tangerine Dream, a nubby blue one and a black bullet with an attached cord. When he touched on the small purple butt plug, she swallowed hard.

Since he was watching her face so attentively, he said, “Aha! Dirty girl. You want some anal play?”

“M-maybe.”

They’d done little experimentation with the back door, but that was only because they hadn’t gotten bored with the other parts yet. In time she had no doubt they would have tried everything at least once—that was the fun of having Booker in her bed.

Well, she only had one chance. Besides, who else could she truly trust with her body?

He nudged her shoulder. “On your hands and knees.”

“R-right now?” Suddenly she was a little breathless and edgy.

“Right. Now.” His dark command sent spikes of lust through her. Mix that with his sun-bleached hair, stubbled jaw and blazing eyes and she was a lost cause.

“You’ll go easy?”

“Of course, baby.” He caught her hip and rotated her. She pushed onto her hands and knees, her spine tingling.

He got behind her but when nothing happened for a long minute, she glanced over her shoulder. He was simply staring, a glazed look on his face.

With her confidence soaring, she arched her back, sending her buttocks up.

He jumped to action. First he lubed the toy and spent some time massaging her ass—cheeks first, then seam. Finally he worked his finger into her.

Raspy breaths left her as she adjusted to the invasion. But within seconds she was begging for more. He stretched her for maddening minutes. Then he withdrew his finger and fitted the plug.

“This might be uncomfortable at first. Bear down as I slide it in.”

She did, heart thumping, mind whirling around what she’d just let him do. Then a loud moan escaped her.

He moved to look at her face and smooth her hair. “Okay, baby?”

“Oh God, it’s so fucking good.”

“Hell.”

Panting, she allowed her mind to float on dizzying pleasure. When he touched the toy, sending it deeper into her body, she cried out, fisting the sheets.

“Fuck, baby. Can you come this way?”

“Maybe. Feels…intense.”

“Let’s try this. Ready?”