The woman gyrated her hips and moaned, “Yes. Oh please. Please fuck me. Now. From behind.”
“After Colby comes,” Trevor said. “Don’t want you bitin’ down on anything important. He’s pretty fond of that big cock of his.”
She whimpered. Realizing she wouldn’t get off until Colby did, she switched tactics, moving her mouth and hand in tandem, faster and faster. Saliva ran down the length of his dick and coated his balls.
That was all it took.
Colby threw back his head. “Come on, work those throat muscles and swallow it all. Ah. Shit yeah.”
She gulped noisily. Colby felt her gag reflex kick in, but he was too far gone to care. He held her head tightly, keeping that delectable mouth in place until every last spurt burst from the end of his cock.
Spent, he sagged against the mirror. Breathing hard. “Damn. That was good.”
Colby caressed the woman’s cheek as his dick slipped from between silky smooth lips. By the time he’d opened his eyes, Trevor had already positioned her on the bathmat on all fours.
Her hand was on her dark muff, furiously rubbing her clit. Her sharp white teeth sank into her bottom lip; her eyes were squeezed shut in rapture. She’d tilted her ass in the air for Trevor’s use.
Trevor spread her cheeks wide and rammed into her cunt in one rapid stroke. “Christ, woman,” he growled, “you’re wet. You must really like sucking cock.”
A feminine grunt. “Stop talking and fuck me harder. I’m close to coming.”
“Bossy. I don’t know if I like that.”
“Punish me then. God. Do anything. Just make me come.”
www.samhainpublishing.com 19
Lorelei James
“Maybe this’ll help you along.” Trevor whacked her ass. Four sharp blows on each deeply tanned cheek.
The woman started to climax. Loudly. Shrieking like a wheezing donkey. Thrashing like she was having a seizure.
Colby wondered how much of her reaction was real. Talk about cynical.
Spurred on by her enthusiasm, Trevor fucked her with such ferocity the bathmat skidded sideways across the floor.
Colby watched the scene before him dispassionately. He should be raring to join in. He wasn’t. In fact, his cock had already gone completely limp.
A sad situation at thirty-one; he was sick of trolling for pussy. Same old, same old. A quick fuck and suck, goodbye, then on to the next town.
He
was
getting old if he’d been fantasizing about fucking the same woman a different way every night, rather than a different woman the same way every night.
Yeah, that one woman superstar in his lurid fantasies was none other than Channing Kinkaid. A temptress with her gold-flecked hazel eyes. A nymph with a riot of brown curls tumbling between her shoulder blades.
A witch’s mouth, lush, ripe, the soft pink of peonies in spring. A curvy little body a man could sink his teeth and his cock into for weeks without surfacing.
Where the hell had that romantic nonsense come from?
Channing wasn’t his. Although, he had been tempted to spill the beans about Jared’s marital status tonight. But he’d decided it wasn’t his place. She’d probably shoot the messenger rather than react how he’d hoped—running to him for protection, comfort and wickedly hot sex.
Right. Ignoring the thrashing twosome, he hopped off the counter and left them alone for the big finish.
In the cramped motel room, Edgard was stretched out on the double bed along the wall. He glanced up from watching the PBR Tour on VERSUS. “Done already?”
“Yeah. You getting in on some action?”
20
www.samhainpublishing.com
Long Hard Ride
“Maybe later.”
After Colby dressed he sat down on the opposite bed to pull on his boots.
“Where you going?” Edgard asked.
“I know it’s your turn, but I think I’ll sleep in the horse trailer.
‘Night.”
The next morning Channing leaned on the whitewashed split-rail fence and squinted at the fairgrounds.
What was she supposed to do now? Stuck high and dry in nowhere Oklahoma.
A few trucks and horse trailers remained in the parking lot. The arena was deserted. Most rodeo folk had already headed to the next event. Her stomach growled. She glanced at her watch. Noon.
The “Open” sign blinked at the Last Chance Saloon. She shouldered her macramé purse and trotted across the highway. Maybe they served food. Anything would be better than the vending machine selection of stale crackers and peanuts, or drowning her sorrows in chocolate.
Colby had finished loading hay for his horse when he heard voices approaching across the paddock. He snapped the locks on the trailer and leaned back against the metal gate bars to wait to see who was looking for him.
Cash and Trevor came around the rear end of the trailer, bickering like siblings.
“It ain’t my problem,” Cash said. “I’m just glad to see that sumbitch gone.”
“Yeah, but he ain’t gonna be happy she is. She—”
www.samhainpublishing.com 21
Lorelei James
“Who’s gone?” Colby asked.
They both stopped. Trevor gave Cash an uneasy look. “Jared Connelly. He dropped out this morning.”
“Why?”
“Seems his wife got wind of his female traveling partner and demanded he return to Australia.”
“Serves that bastard right. Where’s Channing now?”
Another nervous glance passed between Trevor and Cash.
Colby’s stomach muscles tightened. “I said: Where’s Channing?”
“That’s the thing. We don’t know.”
He counted to ten. “Did she leave with him?”
Cash snorted. “Not after she smacked him upside the head with her trophy last night when she found out about his missus.”
Colby fought a smile. He would’ve loved to’ve seen that. “Where’d she stay last night?”
“The Silver Spur.”
Damn. She could’ve been in the room right next to him, listening to some strange chick suck him off. For the first time in a long time, his actions made him ashamed. “What room?”
“One eleven.”
“Did you check on her this morning?”
Trevor nodded. “Cash knocked. She didn’t answer. So he came and got me and I tried. She wouldn’t come to the door for me either. I don’t think she’s here. The maid wouldn’t let us in.”
“Did you ask the front desk if she’d checked out?”
Cash and Trevor exchanged a sheepish look.
Idiots.
Colby pushed away from the trailer and headed toward the motel office.
“Hey, Colby. Where you goin’?”
He didn’t answer. He just kept walking. And tried like hell not to run.
22
www.samhainpublishing.com
Long Hard Ride
Channing nursed a Bud Light in a corner booth. She picked at her second bowl of pretzels and listened to the jukebox wailing another sad song about love gone wrong. In her life even lust had gone wrong.
The cowbell on the front door clanked against the wood as the door opened again, then slammed shut. This was a busy place. Maybe if all else failed she could get hired to sling beer. Her focus strayed to the list of options she’d jotted in her journal, none of which appealed to her.
The bench seat across from her creaked. Thinking Moose had swung by to flirt, she smiled and looked up.
But Colby McKay grinned back at her. “Thought I might find you here, darlin’.”
Channing suppressed a feminine sigh. His dimples ought to be illegal. “I figured you’d already taken off.”
“I could say the same. I heard what happened last night.”
She reached for her pencil. “I’m sure everyone has heard by now.”
Her gaze narrowed. “Why didn’t you tell me Jared was married?”
“Because you’d be pissed off at me thinkin’ I had some ulterior motive in tellin’ you the truth.” He spun her notebook around and studied it.
“Which is entirely true. But it don’t matter now.”
“That ulterior motive why you’re here?”
“Yep.”
Her heart thudded. She struggled to project an image of absolute calm. “As I’m short on options, I’m open to suggestions.”
“Fair enough. Tell me something first, before we get into those options.”
“Okay.”
“What are you runnin’ from?”
It was tempting to hedge or flat out lie. She did neither. “My past. My future. Take your pick.”
www.samhainpublishing.com 23
Lorelei James
“Maybe you oughta explain that confusin’ comment to this dumb ol’
country boy.”
She rolled her eyes. “Dumb, yeah right. You don’t fool me, Colby McKay.”
“And you don’t fool me, Channing Kinkaid.”
His meaning settled on her thick, sweet and sticky as wild honey.
“My story is not that interesting, actually. I’ve followed the rules—my parent’s rules—my whole life. Just like my older sister, I graduated from an Ivy League school of their choice. Got my Masters degree because that’s what offspring of the people in their social circle
do
. My dad lined up a teaching job for me at a prestigious private prep school starting in the fall.”
“And?”
She gripped the wooden pencil so tightly it cracked. “And when Mom and Dad introduced me to a wimpy accountant who reeked of Old Spice and old money, and they encouraged me to accept his marriage proposal after
one
lousy date, I snapped. I realized I wasn’t living my life; I was living theirs. I needed a break and ran away with the rodeo.”
Colby smiled and gently removed the gnawed-on, broken pencil from her death grip. “Regrets about that?”
“Besides my poor choice of a traveling partner? Strangely enough, no.”
His thumb swept across the vein on the inside of her wrist, sending tingles up her forearm. “What are your plans now that Jared is gone?”
“That’s what I’m sitting here trying to figure out.”
“Do you want to go home?”
“God, no.”
“Good.” Colby angled across the narrow table and repeatedly brushed the back of his knuckles over her cheek. “Run away with me, Channing.
At least until we get to Cheyenne next week.”
24
www.samhainpublishing.com
Long Hard Ride
He’d spoken the words she’d wanted to hear. Yet, her sole focus was how the continual rasp of his rough skin on hers caused her insides to quake. Her blood to burn. Her sex to moisten.
Her breathing grew ragged when he trailed those callused fingertips down the gentle curve of her neck. He traced her collarbone with a touch as fleeting as the flutter of butterfly wings. Then he drew circles progressively lower on her chest. All while watching her reaction with his electric blue eyes.
“Naturally, there’d be conditions if I take you on.”
Oh yeah. She’d agree to any conditions as long as they included hot, wet, raunchy, shaking-the-rafters sex with him every single night. “You can be damn sure I’ll know
exactly
what I’m getting into this time before I go anywhere with you or anyone else like Jared.”
“I ain’t like Jared at all,” he scoffed.
“I know. That’s why I didn’t smack you with my purse when you showed up.”
“I still scare you, though, don’t I?”
“A little.”
“I shouldn’t. We’re more alike than you know.”
“Hmm. You think that’s why I kinda like you, cowboy?”
“Yeah. And the feeling’s mutual, shug.”
She smiled. “First things first. I can pay my own way to Cheyenne.”
Annoyance flitted across his face. “We’ll see.”
“Is there a sweetie—wife or girlfriend—baking apple pies and waiting for you on the front porch back at home?”
He shook his head. “After this summer rodeo season ends, hopefully I’ll have enough points accumulated to qualify me for the NFR in Vegas come December. If not, I oughta have enough to compete in the Dodge Circuit Finals in Pocatello in March. I’ll keep up in the points standings by goin’ to events closer to home. In the meantime I’ll be back in Wyoming to help my dad and brothers run the ranch.”
“And more likely than not I’ll be teaching on the East Coast.”
www.samhainpublishing.com 25
Lorelei James
Something dark shifted in his eyes.
“Then we understand each other?” she prompted.
“For now.”
She frowned, not understanding his cryptic answer. “So, about these conditions.”
Colby studied her carefully from beneath the brim of his hat. “You’ll be in my bed.”
Her pulse fluttered. “I figured that much.”
“As well as Trevor and Edgard’s.”
Channing’s jaw dropped. “I’d be sleeping with all three of you?”
“No. You’d be fucking all three of us, ain’t gonna be much sleepin’
involved.” Colby scooted forward, his handsome face serious, his blue eyes intent. “Forget about what other people might think, and consider what
you
want, Channing. What you’ve always wanted but have been denied because it’s been against those blasted rules you’ve followed.”
She swallowed hard. “I’m still listening.”
“I’m used to havin’ a different woman every night if I choose.”
“And these women you pick up have no problem being passed between the three of you?”
He grinned. “Shockin’, ain’t it? What America’s youth has come to?”
Despite the surreal conversation, she smiled at his cheeky grin.
“What do you do with these willing women?”
“Fuck them. Sometimes one on one. More often than not, two on one.
The really darin’ gals will take on all three of us at the same time.”
How did that work? Which body parts went where?
Don’t ask.
Act
urbane
. She murmured, “Really?”
Colby reached over and twined a curly brown lock around his fingers.
He tugged her closer by that hank of hair until his warm breath flowed over her cheek.
“Does that fluster you? Thinkin’ of some young, naked woman sandwiched between Trevor and me? With my cock deep in her ass and 26
www.samhainpublishing.com
Long Hard Ride
Trevor’s cock in her cunt? And if Edgard’s playin’ with us, a cock in her mouth, too. Or does that make you wet with want?”
Her vaginal walls throbbed and her clit spasmed, making her slit weep. Images of being pressed between all that hot, hard male flesh.