Rough Riders Bundle 1(books 1, 2, 3) (50 page)
Macie sighed. “You afraid to ride the horse that threw you, Daring McKay?”
“Hell yes. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Fine.” She slid her hands down to his shoulders, dug her nails in and lifted until only the very tip of his cock remained inside her. “I’ll hurt you. I’ll make it hurt so good.” Then she lowered back down.
“Macie!”
“I dare you, Carter.” She locked her gaze on his wild blue eyes as she rode him. “Fuck me. I won’t break.”
“You are a crazy woman. Fine. You win. I don’t have a lot of willpower left anyway.” He cradled her face in his hands and kissed her with such gentleness, she wanted to weep.
They created a steady, slow rhythm. The windows fogged over. The air was heavy, a sultry scent of sex and moist heat.
Macie felt her need for release rebuild, but Carter didn’t hurry to get her there like he did before.
He reached between them. Shifted his position slightly. Then his wide, hot palms slid down around her back until he had a butt cheek in each hand. His fingers squeezed her ass as he steadily pumped into her pussy. His middle finger swept closer to her butt crack.
Just the tip of his finger brushed the tightly puckered opening. She went rigid. Several seconds passed before he did it again. The third time his finger stayed right there, and drew wet circles over that sensitive knot of nerves.
Carter placed his mouth on her ear. “I want you here.”
Macie swallowed hard.
“Ever had a man in your ass, darlin’?”
“No.”
He growled. “That’ll make me the first.”
“Carter—”
“When I fuck you here,” he slipped just the tip of his finger past the muscled ring and her breath hitched, “it’ll be without a condom. So you can feel me coming inside you. Heating you up where no other man has ever been before.”
Her head began to buzz again.
Wait. The buzzing sound got louder. Then she felt it. Carter pressed the pointed end of the vibrator against her anus. She couldn’t help it; she clenched.
“Wait—”
“Relax. This piece of plastic won’t be the first thing you feel up this virgin ass. I’m just messing around. Priming the pump, so to speak. How does that feel? Raunchy?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Dirty girl. I like you dirty. Raunchy. Nasty. My dirty raunchy nasty muse.”
He managed to hold the vibrator against her even as he thrust into her pussy with steady sure strokes.
He groaned. “Shit. That buzzing feels good on my balls. No wonder you like that damn thing so much and have it handy. Hang tight. Christ, Macie. I never thought I’d—” He bucked, grunted and started to come.
Macie canted her hips, grinding her clit against his pubic bone. He pumped hard and accidentally pushed the vibrator in a bit further, just deep enough to send a shock wave of pleasure cascading through her and setting off her third orgasm.
Utterly spent, she slumped against him as he slumped against the seat.
Neither one spoke for a long time.
Finally, she said, “Maybe I was wrong.”
“About?”
“Maybe you
can
break me.”
He chuckled. “Or maybe, you’ll be the one to break me, darlin’.”
She shook off the sense of unease. “I need to get some sleep, Carter.”
“Come home with me.”
“I said
sleep
. We don’t seem to do a whole lot of that when we’re in a bed. Or in an SUV, apparently.”
“If I let you go home tonight, will you come by when you’re done working tomorrow?”
“Maybe. Dad said something about taking me riding after supper.”
“That don’t take all damn night, does it?”
“No. Why?”
“’Cause I’m burning some brush piles. I’d sure like to study your face in the firelight. I’ll bet the shadows and angles and color are amazing on your bone structure.”
“So if I come by to see you, you’d be working?”
He paused and she sensed his struggle to say the right thing.
“Carter?”
“Yeah, I’d be working. But it doesn’t seem like work when you’re the subject.” He slapped her butt. “You need to get on home. We’ll talk more about this tomorrow.”
They dressed separately and silently. He kissed her hastily and she watched his red taillights disappear down the gravel road.
Why did she feel the overwhelming urge to cry?
Macie blamed it on the damn hormones and headed home.
‡
“Y
ou so totally
did
not
nail her.”
“I did too.”
“Miss Montana?” Carter said skeptically.
“No, Miss
Rodeo
Montana.”
“Right. Maybe a rodeo goat named Montana, but a rodeo queen? Come on, Colt, you’re full of shit.”
“No, I ain’t.”
“So when
did
you polish Miss Montana’s crown, stud?”
“Last weekend. After the Jackson County Rodeo dance.”
Dance. Never catch him at a damn dance. Carter dabbed cerulean on the canvas and dragged his brush through it before he shifted the receiver. “Where?”
“In Elk City.”
“That’s where your dreams are taking place now? Elk City?”
“Asshole. No. I was
in
Kane’s horse trailer
in
Elk City, Montana.”
“Ah. So Kane was there when you rode Miss Montana hard and put her up wet? He can back you up on this tall tale?”
“No. I borrowed his horse trailer last weekend because we were bringing that mare home from Missoula.”
“You know it don’t count if no one saw you with her.”
“Cord saw me with her. He can back me up.”
“Cord.” Carter paused. “As in our brother Cord?”
“You know any other Cord?”
“No, but now I know you’re lying. Cord doesn’t go anywhere, especially a dance where there’s wicked women who can lead him into temptation away from his beloved ranch.”
Colt laughed. “True. But Dad sent him with me to get the horse. We stopped for the night, saw a street dance goin’ on and decided we’d have a beer and check it out. A couple hours later me and Mindy—”
“Mindy?”
“Mindy Sue LaRue, Miss Rodeo Montana. She rode me like a Pony Express rider. Shoot, we rocked the horse trailer so hard we busted an axle.”
Carter snorted.
“We did it two times before she bailed. Cord walked in as she was walking out. Then he asked me if her tits were implants. I was surprised he’d noticed them. Though, I gotta admit they
were
pretty hard to miss.”
“Damn. I take it back. You did nail her. Congrats.” Carter wiped another streak of blue across the top. “So were they fake?”
“Yep. Who cares? They were just the way I like ’em: big and round and bouncy and then they were gone.”
Carter laughed.
“What about you, bro? Getting any in that godforsaken part of Wyoming?”
Carter glanced down at the canvas. A serene Macie stared at him from the back of a dappled gray mare. Definitely not the image of his wild Macie from last night. With her sexy legs clamped around his waist, his hat sliding off her head, him swallowing her cries as she came from him fucking her against the wall. Man. She’d hardly made it inside the trailer and he was on her. In her.
The last three weeks had pretty much gone along those lines. She’d work. He’d work. They’d hook up a couple of times a week to fuck like animals. Then she’d go home and he’d go to bed. Alone.
The ideal set-up, right? No promises. No hurt feelings. Just lots of hot sweaty sex.
He was fucking sick and tired of…well, just fucking and didn’t know what the hell to do about it. The first week he and Macie spent together seemed different. Real. Like something special. Now they didn’t talk. They didn’t fight. They didn’t tease each other, or get to know each other, or even eat a damn meal together. They just screwed and that was the extent of it.
He scowled at the shitty picture on the easel, and resisted shredding it to ribbons with his Exacto knife. Even his attempts at art were a screwed up mess. Nothing was working in his life.
“Carter? You still there?”
“Yeah. Sorry.”
“So? Since there ain’t no women around…who’s your favorite sheep this week?”
“Fuck off.”
A soft rustling filled the phone lines, followed by a heavy pause. Then he heard, “…Carter, why? Really? I ain’t surprised. He is kinda rude. Self-centered too.”
“Who are you talking to?”
“Mom. She says you haven’t called her lately. And you don’t answer your cell.”
“Shit. Do NOT hand the phone to Mom, Colt.”
“Yeah? There’s been no problems with the phone line to Gemma’s house as far as I know.”
“Hey, fuckface. I mean it. I don’t want to talk to her.”
“No, that’s cool. We were done anyway.”
“Colt, you fucking loser, don’t you dare pass me off to… Hey, Ma.” Colt was dead the next time he saw him. Dead and buried. With a boot up his ass.
“If it isn’t my long lost son, Carter West McKay. Why don’t you get the excuses on why you haven’t called me out of the way first thing?”
Carter heard Colt laughing. He closed his eyes. He really did feel guilty. Especially since his mother was one of the few people he could really talk to. Yeah. Like his brothers didn’t tease him enough for being a momma’s boy.
“Sorry. I’m a terrible son. I know how much you hate it when you don’t hear from any of us, me in particular. Would it help my cause if I took you out for supper, tossed in some flowers and rubbed your feet when I get back to the ranch?”
“More like a recitation than an actual apology but I suppose that’ll do.”
Carter smiled. He’d still be groveling if his dad were near the phone. If Carolyn McKay was unhappy, Carson McKay knocked heads together to get answers as to why his beloved wasn’t beaming rainbows. Those heads mainly belonged to him and his brothers since they were the usual source of her angst.
“So…how are things? You about done with the pieces for your show?”
“Not really. I’m plugging away. Day by day. Seems to be getting harder.”
“Have you talked to your agent about it?”
“No.”
“Gemma working you too much?”
“Actually, she hired a foreman about a month back and so I’m not doin’ a whole lot of work for her.”
“Who’d she hire?”
“Cash Big Crow.”
“Really? Colby’s friend?” Surprise laced her voice. “I wonder if he knows about that.”
“Probably. How is Colby?”
“Busy. And before you steer the conversation away from asking more about you, I’ll give you the rundown on the rest of the McKays: Keely is running wild. Cord is working too hard, as usual. Ky is growing like a weed. Cam won’t be home for Thanksgiving again. Keely is driving your father insane. And Channing is turning out to be quite the little gardener. Am I missing anyone?”
“Dad.”
“Did I mention Keely was making him crazy?”
He grinned. “Once or twice. So, how are
you
, Ma?”
“You are all a bunch of sweet-talkin’ boys, just like your father. Lord. It’s a wonder I don’t have a dozen grandchildren spread across a dozen counties. I’m fine. I miss you.”
“I’m two hours away. I’m closer than I was when I lived in Colorado.”
“Well, I hoped you’d been around more now that you’re done with school.”
Carter didn’t know what to say to that. Mostly because he didn’t know what would happen after he finished the art show.
A door slammed in the background. “Okay, I shooed Colt out so we can talk freely. Honey, what’s wrong? And don’t say nothin’, ’cause I can tell something is bothering you.”
No sense lying to her or himself. “I’m in a rut.”
“With your art? Afraid I won’t be much help with that—”
“No, Ma. In a rut with a woman.”
Silence. “Oh. Do I know her?”
“No. I met her this summer.”
“Where?”
“Here. She’s Cash’s daughter.”
“Lord, son, she isn’t underage? When I remember what we went through with Keely when she lied about her age to that bull rider from Oklahoma…”
“Macie is twenty-two. Why would you think she was underage?”
“Because Cash isn’t much older than Cord.” Pause. “Cash has a daughter that old?”
“Yeah, fatherhood visited him early. Anyway, Macie and I are spending time together, it’s just lately…it’s hard to explain. It’s different than it was at first.”
“You really like this girl?”
“Yeah.”
“Does she make you happy?”
“When she’s not making me crazy.”
“I assume you’re knocking boots with her?”
“Ma!”
“Oh pooh. If I can listen to Colt brag about bagging a rodeo queen ad nauseam, I can listen to anything.”
True.
“So the boot scooting is…?”
“Amazing.”
“And that’s a problem, why?”
“Because I’m afraid that’s all there is.”
Another moment of silence.
“I’m still waiting for your sage advice,” he said dryly.
“Hold your horses. I’m thinking.” Then, “Have you and Macie spent much time with her father?”
“Cash? No. He hates my guts.”
His mom laughed. “I imagine he does.”
“Real nice that you’re taking his side, Ma.”
“I’m not. How important is family to her?”
“She doesn’t have anyone besides Cash so I don’t think she has a frame of reference.”