Rough Riders Bundle 1(books 1, 2, 3) (58 page)

His hoarse laugh vibrated on the top of her head. “Oh, I need you, all right.”

“For?”

“Never mind. You’re not here for my sexual deviance, remember?”

“But I am if that’s what you need from me tonight.” She placed another tender kiss on his pec. “Show me who you are with me. I’m yours tonight to do or be whatever you want. You already know I can’t say no to you. I don’t want to say no. When I’m with you, I feel like I’m really me too. Tell me what you want.”

Carter sought her mouth, kissing her, toying with her lips. Then his breath tickled her ear. “What I want? Well, I don’t want to talk; I want to feel. You. Me. Us. Nothing matters beyond what we are together. I want your mouth on me, Macie. I want to see my cock slipping between these sweet, sweet lips. I want to wrap my hands in your hair and feel you sucking me deep, sucking me hard. And when I can’t stand how good it feels, when I’m about to explode, I want to come on your tits.”

A flood of moisture burst in her panties. “Oh wow.”

“You rethinking that ‘whatever’ comment?”

“No.” Macie placed her hands on his head. She looked directly into his eyes and repeated, “Whatever you want.”

Carter growled.

In one fast movement she yanked her camisole tank up until it disappeared over her head. Her shorts hit the dirt and she was buck-assed naked before him.

Macie licked her way down his torso, stopping to taste his belly button as she slid his sweatpants to his ankles. She dropped to her knees and gripped his muscular ass. She let her tongue tease his plump cockhead, until his cock jerked and clear fluid leaked out. She lapped at it like candy.

Carter rifled his fingers through her hair and sighed.

She opened wide and sucked that delicious male hardness halfway. Released it, and sucked it all the way in.

A strangled groan echoed above her.

She took her cue from Carter on how fast he needed her mouth moving. If he started to thrust his hips into her face, she increased the pace. She lost herself in his clean, salty taste. The erotic pull of that hard silken skin over her tongue and lips. The slick feel of her saliva coating his shaft and the excess running down to glaze her face and neck. His heady masculine scent enveloped her in a musky cloud of need as she reveled in this closeness. The tantalizing sounds of his unrestrained pleasure as she gave him this intimate kiss.

“Macie. You have no idea how fucking fantastic it feels.”

She looked up at him. Carter’s neck was arched; his head thrown back in abandon. Those blue eyes were squeezed shut and he was slack-jawed. The muscles in his stomach quivered as his chest rose and fell rapidly. His arms shook from the effort to hold her head gently.

He was stunningly beautiful lost in passion. She’d never seen anything so powerful. She’d never felt so powerful.

Macie was wet everywhere, her mouth, her chin, her neck. Especially between her thighs.

Carter pumped a little faster. She increased the suction. He groaned, pulled out completely and fisted his hand around his cock, keeping one hand tightly clutching her hair. “Ah. Shit. Yes. There it is.”

She watched as white spurts arced in the air and splashed on her chest. Warm at first, then the fluid cooled as it slid down her sweat-coated skin. She looked up at Carter, who was watching everything with heavy lidded eyes: his hand slowly pumping his spent cock, his come splattering on her breasts and dripping off her nipples.

Macie licked her chafed lips.

“Don’t move.” He sidestepped her, and she heard clanking, fabric rustling. Then from behind her he said: “Lay back. I put a blanket down.”

Macie’s heart raced as he propped himself on his elbow next to her. The lust-filled look in his eyes hadn’t dimmed one iota. “Carter—”

“Ssh, sweet darlin’. Whatever I want, remember? And right now I want to paint you.” A small brush appeared and he swirled it through the sticky spots he’d left on her chest. “I’ve been painting you a lot. But never like this. Because this time, I’m painting you with me.”

The soft bristles and his sexy words sent shivers racing over her bared flesh.

Carter zigzagged the paintbrush through the wetness around her nipples and down her belly. Straight to her clit. He flicked the brush over the distended nub and she gasped at the ticklish sensation. He swept the bristles side to side over her slit, inserting the brush a few inches to make circles inside her pussy.

“Now I’m on you.” He kissed her. “And in you.” He used the brush to paint two lines on his chest over his heart. “Now you’re on me.” He brought the paintbrush to her eye level and traced his lips with the wetness, before sucking the tip into his mouth. “And in me.”

When she gasped again, he smashed his mouth to hers, rubbing her lips against his. He whispered, “Taste us, taste what we are together,” before plunging his tongue between her teeth.

Macie had never been so hot in her life. She jerked on Carter’s shoulders and attempted to roll him on top of her. He crashed into a table and open jars and tubes of paint rained down around them. Blue splotted her chest. Yellow on her arm. Black on her shoulder. In trying to wipe it away, Carter smeared it more thoroughly into her skin. Cursing, he grabbed random tubes and squeezed, his fingers leaving random trails of color on her body.

She threw her arms above her head. “Put your hands on me. I need—”

Then his paint-coated hands were tracking the hypersensitive skin from her wrists down to her armpits, making her skin a mass of gooseflesh.

She writhed and arched beneath him, whimpering, craving this side of him, knowing this was who he was to
her
.

“Here?” Carter’s hands plumped her breasts and his thumbs swept her nipples.

“Yes. More.”

His sticky palms raced over her ribs, smearing blue paint across her belly. His mouth was busy on her throat.

“Please. I want…Carter. I’m on fire. I need—”

“—to come. I know, darlin’, I’m there.” Hands covered in black paint slapped the inside of her thighs and pushed them out. He buried his face in her pussy and ate at her like he’d eaten the pie.

“Oh. Yes!” Macie grabbed his head and ground her throbbing sex into his face. When she started to come, Carter kept her clit captive between his teeth and flicked his tongue back and forth until she screamed.

Rough fingers scraped the outside of her calves while the pleasure receptors in her brain detonated. His hot breath burned her ear. “I want to fuck you from behind. Get on your hands and knees.”

She vaguely heard the crackle of a condom package.

Somehow she flopped to her belly. Carter jacked her hips in the air and slammed into her. It didn’t matter as she was so wet and so ready to take him.

He fucked her hard. Not fast. Methodically. Each stroke deep. When she knew he was close, she gyrated her hips. He leaned over her back and hissed, “This is my art show. You will not rush me. You will stay still and take every fucking stroke I give you, Macie.”

“Carter—”

He whacked her butt.

She whimpered.

He smacked his hand into her behind again. Harder.

She whimpered louder.

“Interesting. I think you like it. Next time maybe I’ll spank this ass good and red before I fuck it.”

Why didn’t the thought of that absolutely humiliate her?

Because he could do any damn thing he pleased to her body and she’d ask for more. It gave her a sense of security because she knew he’d never ask for—or take from her—what she wasn’t willing to offer.

“If I had a bottle or a candle or a dildo I’d slide it in your ass. Let you feel being fucked both places at once. By me. Would you like that, dirty girl?”

“Yes.”

Carter dug his fingers into her hips and came with a snarl, her name on his lips. Macie’s orgasm exploded on the heels of his, her greedy vaginal walls keeping him buried deep as he pulsed and throbbed and lost his fucking mind in her heat and passion.

They fell to the ground, Carter on top of her and inside her. Breathing heavily.

Her cheek was pressed into the canvas. She cracked one eye open and noticed yellow and blue streaks. “Whoa. How much paint is on my arm?”

“Not as much as other places.”

How had she not noticed? Right. She’d been a little distracted by his mouth on her clit.

“You’re covered in it. Sorry, I got a little carried away. It was just so damn sexy, getting to use my hands to paint you. To spread colors on your beautiful curves, especially since I can’t seem to get them to look right on canvas.” He sighed. “Lord, woman, you just fulfilled my top fantasy.”

“Mmm. Remember that when it comes time to fill mine, cowboy.”

“Don’t you mean
cowboys
?”

She changed the subject. “The paint washes off, right?”

“Nope. It’s oil paint. We’ll have to use turpentine.”

“Oh my darlin’, oh my darlin’, oh my darlin’, turpentine…”

He snickered. “You’re singing? I think the paint fumes have affected your brain.”

“You would know all about that.”

“Mean,” Carter whispered against the nape of her neck. “You are mean as a snake sometimes, Amazin’ Macie.”

“You just told me I fulfilled your ultimate fantasy and now you’re calling me mean?”

“Sorry. You’ve blown my mind to the point I’m not thinking straight.”

“You think you could think straight long enough to get your dick out of me before the paint fuses it there?”

“Aw, sugar pie, honey bun, would that be so bad?” His tongue swiped the shell of her ear and she trembled. “I seem to remember a certain hot Indian chick begging me to put that dick in that very spot.”

“Very ungentlemanly of you to bring it up, McKay.”

“Fine.” He pulled out and rested his head in the middle of her back. “Stay with me tonight. I want you sleeping in my bed.”

“But—”

“But nothin’. You said I could have whatever I want, right?”

“Right.” She muttered, “I knew that statement would come around to bite me in the ass.”

He slithered down and chomped her left butt cheek.

“Carter!”

“You shouldn’t give a man ideas, darlin’.”

“I was hoping you’d get the idea to get off of me. Soon.”

“Only if you promise you’ll stay with me.”

It made her heart hitch to hear the pride battling with the need in his voice. “Okay. I promise.”

“Good.” He stood and helped her to her feet. Carter spun her into his arms for a long, sweet kiss and a bone-crushing hug. He rested his chin on the top of her head. “Thank you, Macie.”

“For?”

“For knowing what I needed when I didn’t know myself.”

“You didn’t know you needed a blowjob?”

Carter slapped her butt. “I’m not talking ’bout sex. I’m talking about… Never mind. Just forget it.”

He tried to squirm away but Macie held fast. “I’m sorry for being flip. Tell me what you meant.”

That seemed to mollify him. “For letting me show you my intensity. For seeing me. The real me. You seem to know what I need. No one else ever has. No one has ever cared. You make me feel…whole.”

They stayed locked together in a silence weighted with both spoken and unspoken words.

‡

“N
o. Keep yourself
centered. That’s it. Keep that free arm waving high. Use them spurs! You’re off—” Shit.

And the kid hit the dirt with a loud grunt. The lanky boy stood and threw his cowboy hat in disgust. “I ain’t ever gonna get it.”

Cash said, “Walk it off, son. Take a coupla minutes to cool down then come back and try’er again. That’s the only way you’re gonna get better.”

The kid jammed his hat back on his head and limped off.

“You’re pretty good with these kids, Cash.”

He angled his head to look at Colby, who’d hopped up on the fence. “You sound surprised.”

“I am. Speaking of kids…how come I didn’t know you had one?”

“Subtle as a freight train, ain’t ya?”

Colby shrugged. “It fits, since I’m more than a little steamed at you. Why didn’t you tell me about her?”

“I didn’t tell anyone. Trevor found out a couple of years ago when Macie came to see me rodeo. He hit on her; I hit him. He’s kept his mouth shut since then. He’s good at keeping secrets.”

“I’ll say,” Colby muttered. “So are you. We traveled together for what? Three years? And you never once mentioned her?”

“Can you blame me? With the way she looks and the way you went through women? I didn’t want her nowhere near McKay cowboys or the rodeo circuit.”

“That ain’t working out so well for you, now, is it?”

“Fuck off.”

He chuckled. “So what
is
goin’ on between your beautiful daughter and my brother Carter?”

“He’s painting her or some damn thing.”

“That’s it?”

“No, but it ain’t like I’m gonna ask either of them for particulars. They are spending time together, whatever that means. I just know something he did upset her last week. And that upset me. You had the misfortune of calling me right after I got done talking to her.”

“Well, I haven’t talked to Carter about it, but I do know he’s a good guy. He’s way more a gentleman than the rest of us. Educated. He’s laid back. I doubt he’s playing her, he’s just not that type.”