Tie Me Down Tight ONLY
a Breaking the Rules novella by New York TImes bestselling author Cathryn Fox
This surprise birthday present is one she’ll never forget…
Actress Angie Stanton is done dating actors. Been there done that and has the “dumped fiancée” T-shirt to prove it. Handsome leading men can’t be trusted. Period. But when a hot cowboy shows up at her twenty-sixth birthday party, she’s all about unwrapping her present and playing with it.
The last thing Hollywood heavyweight Dylan Brooks wants is to dress up like a cowboy and attend a party for some chick he doesn’t know. But when the sweet girl with the angelic face looks at him like she wants to eat him alive, he pulls out his lasso and ties her down tight.
When Dylan asks for one week of fun, Angie can’t resist. But she won’t fall again, no matter how tempting he might be. And she’s not the only one with trust issues…
Title: Tie Me Down Tight
Series: Breaking the Rules, #2
Author: Cathryn Fox
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Length: 117 pages
Release Date: March 2016
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Tie Me Down Tight
by Cathryn Fox
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Tucked into one of the elite private suites at the Westwood Hotel, actress Angie Stanton leaned against the paper-lined table filled with unwrapped presents and considered the handful of men who’d showed up to celebrate her birthday. Most were from the set where she worked. Since she’d sworn off actors, she’d be celebrating the rest of the night in her bed alone. Too bad really, because after listening to her friends talk about kink for the last few weeks, she really could use a little herself.
She pulled a bobby pin from her hair and popped the pretty pink balloon beside her, startling one of her three very best friends who’d thrown the party for her.
“What did you do that for?” Eden asked, her long blonde hair swishing over her shoulders as she turned to face Angie.
Angie grinned, took a sip of her champagne, and tipped the crystal glass toward the man Eden had been watching for the better part of the night. “To snap you out of it.”
Color moved into Eden’s face as she turned her focus back to Jay Bennett, the hot cop she was having crazy monkey sex with. Angie noted the way her friend’s honey-flecked eyes glazed over with lust as she perused her hottie, and when Jay cast her a sidelong glance, his blue eyes filled with the promise of things to come, Eden shifted restlessly beside her.
Dammit, she wanted hot monkey sex! While she might not want to go as far as visiting a BDSM dungeon like her other friend Janie had been encouraging her to, she wasn’t opposed to a guy tying her down tight and having his way with her.
As an entertainment lawyer turned actress on the hit show Devious Woman, Angie might be known as the most levelheaded amongst her three best friends, but after watching both Eden and Janie find love—and hearing about their kinky bedroom antics—it was all she could think about.
Of course, she wasn’t looking for anything long-term. Not anymore, anyway. The guys from her social circle—handsome leading men like her ex fiancé—were all notorious players who couldn’t be trusted.
“It’s getting late, and Jay and I are going to take off.” Eden hugged her. “Happy golden birthday.”
Humph. Some golden birthday this was turning out to be. Turning twenty-six on the twenty-sixth of June was supposed to be a big deal, a time when all her wishes came true.
“You two have fun,” Angie said as she tried to inject a little enthusiasm into her voice. She was happy for her friend, she really was. She just wanted a little serving of what Eden was having.
Her friend inched back and winked at her. “Don’t worry. It’s not midnight yet. Still time for good things to happen.”
Angie shot a glance at the clock and smoothed her hand over her sundress. Had she known she wasn’t going to the movies, and that her friends were going to surprise her with a party, she might have chosen something a little dressier. Really though, the only thing that mattered was that she was celebrating with her best friends, three girls she considered family. Outside of her brother, and a resentful aunt who’d been forced to raise them, she had no one. She shook her head, not wanting to rehash painful memories, and zeroed in on the time.
At five minutes to eleven, it might as well have been midnight. “Close enough.” She pasted on a smile and, not wanting to be a killjoy, turned her friend toward Jay. “Go, have fun. Tomorrow I want the details so I can live vicariously through you.”
Eden and Jay took off, and with the crowd gone the only ones left were her and her two other best friends, Janie and Maria, who were cleaning up around her. Angie pushed off the table and reached for her sweater, ready to give her friends a hand and call it a night, when the doors were flung open with a bang.
What the heck?
She turned toward the entrance—light spilled in from the hallway, outlining the silhouette of a well built cowboy, one dressed in chaps and a snug T-shirt. Her mouth fell open.
Well, happy birthday to me.
She cast her friends a glance, a little bubble of excitement building inside her as they flashed bright, toothy smiles her way. They must have set this up. A little late-night birthday surprise for their bestie. Damned if turning twenty-six wasn’t looking up.
Speaking of up… Her gaze dropped to the cowboy’s crotch, and the way his orgasm-inspiring chaps hugged it so nicely. Honest to God, she had the best friends ever.
A cowboy for her birthday.
Most awesome gift ever—unless, of course, it’s a singing telegram. If he starts spewing lyrics instead of stripping, I might just cry. Unless there are dirty words and spankings involved.
Mr. Hot Cowboy, whose features were masked by a handkerchief and wide brimmed Stetson, dimmed the lights and moved toward her. Her gaze drifted to the lasso over his shoulder. Oh my. What did he plan to do with that? He grabbed a chair and positioned it behind her. A second later he nudged her shoulder, forcing her to fall into the seat.
Ooh, how sexy.
A little whimper of excitement lodged in her throat as he turned his back to her. Oh my God, those chaps, and that ass. The night was just getting better and better. His tight buns, snug in a pair of jeans, held her focus as he walked toward the back of the room, momentarily getting lost in the shadows. Her body practically vibrated with anticipation as she awaited his return.
Music drowned out his footfalls as he came back to stand in front of her. Smoldering baby blues locked on hers. His movements were stiff, uncomfortable looking, as he pulled his lasso from his shoulders. Was this his first night on the job?
“Hey,” she said. She felt compelled to help him out, so she put her hands behind the chair to show him exactly what he could do with that rope. No one could ever accuse her of not being a Good Samaritan.
His eyes narrowed. He swung the rope around his head in real cowboy fashion. Damned if this guy wasn’t as far removed from an actor as one could get. How perfect. He released the rope, and it captured her around the waist then he pulled it tight to secure her to the chair, but not so much that it hurt. Big hands brushed against her stomach and shoulders as he tightened the rope, enough to keep her restrained, but not too constrictive that she couldn’t squeeze out of it if she wanted. Which she didn’t. It felt too naughty, too delicious being constrained like this.
Raunchy music blared from the speakers in the room, and without saying a word to her, he pulled off his T-shirt and began shaking what his mama gave him. Thank you, Mama. She stared. Maybe even drooled a little. Moisture broke out on her body, and her breathing changed, grew a little heavier as she took in his hard physique. She might not be able to see his face, but what the hell. Faces were overrated, anyway. Plus, this way he could be whoever she wanted him to be, right?
Her glance traveled the long delicious length of him, a slow, careful perusal. Lord knew she didn’t want to miss an inch because by the looks of things he had an awful lot of inches. Her gaze stopped just below the belt loops on his jeans. The guy was six feet of hard muscle and sex appeal. She wiggled her hands, itching to touch him, but guessed groping the talent wasn’t part of the package her friends had purchased.
Then again…what would it take to get him to change the terms? Wait, would that be paying for sex? Because that would be wrong. Maybe she could ask him out for coffee tomorrow, see where things led. He put his hands over his head and moved his hips.
“Ride ’em, cowboy,” she murmured under her breath, the rich, manly scent of cologne reaching her nostrils.
She couldn’t believe her besties had set this up. She cast a quick glance toward her friends again and caught them sneaking out the door, leaving her all alone with the hot stripper. Holy hell. Why would they leave her when she was tied to a chair with a half naked hot cowboy? Unless, of course, they expected the two of them to hook up. And why would they expect any different? She was writhing on the chair like she had Mexican jumping beans in her pants.
He circled her, dragging her focus to him with each move, and when their gazes clashed, a wave of sexual energy hit like a bolt of lightning. Never had she felt anything so powerful, volatile…explosive. Her nipples tightened with arousal and his eyes dropped. What would his mouth feel like on her skin?
A low growl lodged deep in his throat, a telltale sign he could see exactly what he was doing to her. His gaze slid lower, skating over her body and settling between her legs. She squeezed her thighs together, working to relieve the tension building deep in her core. A myriad of sinful thoughts raced through her mind, and there was nothing she could do to stifle the moan fluttering past her lips.
Her cowboy went as still as a stealth soldier, looking his fill, then scrubbed a hand over his handkerchief. God, the hungry way he was looking at her was downright suggestive—perfectly corrupt—and she liked it. She liked it a lot. Was this something he did with all the girls he danced for, or was there more going on between them?
She didn’t care.
Excited by the prospect, her blood pulsed hot, nearly derailing her ability to think straight. He moved his hips, gyrating to the beat of the music. Cripes, Magic Mike had nothing on this guy. She looked her fill and shifted urgently on her chair. He turned and bent forward, presenting her with an obstructed view of his perfect ass, a fantasy-inspiring ass that dreams were made of. At least hers were. Her fingers tingled, anxious to touch, and there was nothing she could do to stifle the groan that crawled out of her throat.
He stilled and she froze. She bit her tongue, resisting the urge to scream “keep going.” He continued to stand there, his strong back rigid. Either his time was up, or her moan of pleasure had caught him off guard. Surely to God he was used to women moaning in his presence.
With the restless ache between her legs urging her on, she whispered, “How about an encore?”
The muscles on his back rippled as he drew a breath and let it out slowly. He turned to face her. The interest in his stare teased the hungry spot between her legs. There was a new intensity about him, a shift of sorts. She felt it all the way to her core. What was going on inside that head of his?
Moving with a great deal of grace for a man his size, he stepped behind her, his hands inches from her shoulders. His heat seeped into her skin as he shaped her body, angling around her breast but never touching. His hands slid downward, then back up, a light, barely there brush against the outer edges of her breast. Whoa. Had he meant to do that? Were his thoughts traveling in the same direction? Her body hummed for attention, her flesh suffusing with heat.
“Where you from?” she asked, wanting to hear his voice. She’d just bet it was as sexy as his moves.
He slowly moved in front of her. Big hands pressed down on the arms of her chair, and he leaned into her, his mouth close. “Texas,” he said, his warm breath filtering through the cloth and scorching her cheeks. What would it feel like on her naked flesh?
Even though his voice was muffled, she caught the slow Texas drawl that curled her toes. Was he faking it, or was he from her home state? She angled her head and eyed him. There was something very familiar about him. Did she know him?
She swiped her tongue over her bottom lip and didn’t miss the way his gaze dropped to her mouth. “How nice of you to come all the way to New York for my party.”
Normally she didn’t come on strong with men, but everything about the way this guy moved, the way he looked at her, made her feel adventurous. Daring. Made her want to do something taboo, like unwrap her birthday present and play with it for the rest of the night. Heck, why shouldn’t she go for it? She was due a little wildness once in her life, wasn’t she? And he seemed to be into this as much as she was.
She considered it a moment longer. They were both consenting adults, knew the score. One night of fun with a cowboy, and not a thing more. Dear God, now she was rhyming. She must be more excited than she realized.
Wanting to see where this led—and heck he could stop her at any time—she wiggled one hand free, and when he was close enough, she splayed her fingers over his rock-hard stomach, a vicious little tease. Thick muscles rippled behind her palm, and she was sure she heard him curse under his breath.
“I’m sorry,” she murmured, putting on her best innocent face as she blinked up at him, “Is touching not allowed?”
A curse was chased by a groan. “Something like that,” he answered, his voice lacking conviction.
Despite his feeble protest, she kept her hand on his stomach and let it slide lower, until it was near the top of his leather chaps. There was a part of her that couldn’t believe her boldness, yet there was another part that told that virtuous side to shut the hell up.
“Should I stop?”
His hand closed over hers, his gaze latched on her mouth. Beneath the stormy blue he seemed to be waging some kind of war with himself. She could feel his desire, his need. It matched her own.
“So, I’ve never done this before, but you see, I have this extreme need to touch your abs.” When he didn’t say anything she crinkled her nose. “Sorry. You’re probably objectified all the time in your, um, line of work.” She went to pull her hand away but he stopped her.
“Normally I don’t do this sort of thing,” he said. “But if you want to touch, you can.”
He let her hand go. She trailed it lower, and he let out a tortured moan when she closed it over the bulge his chaps did little to hide. Oh yeah, he was into this as much as she was. He grew thicker beneath her touch and a thrill raced through her.
She rounded one shoulder until the strap on her dress slipped down her arm. His gaze darted to her bare shoulder, then dipped lower to take in the black demi bra she’d just exposed. Now that she had his attention, she leaned forward a bit, to give him a better view of her cleavage.
“My hands are a little…tied up,” she whispered, sexual tension arcing between them as her body beckoned his touch. “Perhaps you could give me a hand with my strap.”
He adjusted his Stetson lower over his forehead and reached for the strap dangling near her elbow. Warm fingers brushed over her arm, then skimmed the outer swell of her breast as he slid the flimsy strap back in place. His cock thickened beneath her palm and if her hands weren’t so preoccupied she’d pinch herself to see if this was really happening…although she’d rather pinch him, right on that lovely tight ass she couldn’t wait to see bare.
The music changed, the song a bit slower, less raunchy. He stopped moving with the change in tempo. “Is my time up?” she asked, damned if she was going to let him ride out of there and into the sunset.
“Yeah,” he murmured, his voice pinging around inside her head. Why did he sound so familiar?
She pulled her hand back from his body and placed it on her upper thighs, slowly inching her cotton dress up. “That’s too bad. I was hoping you could show me some rope tying tricks with that lasso. Unless, of course, you’re not a real cowboy.”
A beat passed, and then his hand went to her chin. He cupped it and angled her face until she was staring directly at him. His gaze moved over hers, and she could almost feel another shift in him. The rough pad of his thumb brushed over her cheek, a slow sweeping motion she felt all the way to her sex.
“I’m as real as it gets, sweetheart,” he said, his voice distractingly sexy.
A jolt of heat moved through her and she trembled in response. “So you know how to use a lasso?”
“I know a lot of things.” Her nipples tightened at the promise in his voice. In an aggressive move, he slid his fingers through her hair, and tugged with force until her mouth opened. It hurt a little, but it completely had her conjuring up images of them coming together naked. He pulled tighter, opening her mouth even more. Guess this was his way of showing it was his turn to take the lead. Bring it on, cowboy. She wet her bottom lip again and a growl rumbled from his throat.
“What’s your name?”
“Angela,” she whispered. “But my friends call me Angie.”
“Angela, huh?” He ran his thumb over her bottom lip. “You an angel, sweetheart?”
Normally she was a good girl. But tonight she was stepping out of character and planned to be anything but some innocent do-gooder. “I wouldn’t go so far as to say that, but I can’t guarantee I won’t call out to God a time or two tonight.”
He laughed, a deep rumble of sound that settled between her legs. “Well, tonight you’re my angel, and the only name I want on your lips is mine.”
“What’s…never mind.” She stopped herself from asking his name. This was a fantasy come true, and she didn’t need to know it. “Whatever you say…Maverick.”
His mouth was covered but from the way his eyes crinkled at the corners, she knew he was grinning. “Maverick?”
“Yeah. Maverick. So you’re going to show me a few lasso rope tricks?”
“I’m going to show you lots of things.” He glanced at the door, then back at her. They exchanged a long heated look, then he inched away. Disappointment settled in her gut. Was he having second thoughts? His ass held her focus as he crossed the wide expanse of floor, and her heart missed a beat at the sound of the lock clicking in place.
Oh God, this is really happening.
She put her free hand behind her back and tangled it in the lasso. Warm and wicked sensations curled through her as he dimmed the lights even more. Her lids briefly fluttered shut as she forced her eyes to adjust to the dark so she could better see his body. When she opened them again, he’d closed the distance between them. Strong hands on her shoulders, he circled her body, removing the rope.
“About this rope tying,” he said, his voice sounded deeper, huskier. “Not all stallions are bulletproof, so if you’re headed to Texas to take a few under your care, I feel compelled to teach you a thing or two.”
Born and bred in Texas, she knew exactly what bulletproof meant—horses that were trustworthy around people, especially kids—but why did he think she was headed to Texas?
She was just about to ask, when he pulled her to her feet. Her body collided with his and all thoughts derailed when she felt his thickness. He shifted his stance and when his hard erection pressed against her, she made a mental note to send her awesome friends a basket of thank you cookies.
She searched for her voice, and playing off his horse comment, she said, “So these stallions, they can be dangerous. Maybe even a little…rough.”
“Rough?” He gripped her two hands in one of his and held them behind her back. “Oh yeah, Angel. They can be rough. Real rough. And unpredictable, too.”
“If I find myself pinned under a wild one,” she teased. “What should I do?” He grinned and she smiled in response, enjoying the sexy easiness between them.
Playing along, he grabbed his rope and began inching her backward until she was against the wall, pinned there by his hard chest. A quick yank on her hands and he had them above her head. He flicked out his lasso, and the rope chafed against her wrists as he wrapped it around them, binding her hands together.
“What I would suggest,” he said, holding her hands above her head with one hand while the other skated down her body to shape her curves. “Is not getting pinned in the first place. Once that wild stallion has you trapped, it could render you incapable. You’ll be completely at his mercy.”
Oh, how she liked the sound of that. She writhed, brushing her groin against his as they teased each other. His muscles tightened as she gyrated, and from the tortured look in his eyes she couldn’t help but think she was poking a bull with a stick. “Not even if I moved like this?”
His nostrils flared and his gaze moved over her face. “Angel, if you move like that one of two things are going to happen.”
“Oh,” she said breathlessly, ever determined to hear more. “What might they be?”
“You’re either going to get crushed, or…”
“Or what?” she asked, both need and impatience lacing her voice.
“Or…if the stallion really likes you, he’ll show affection.” He grabbed her by the waist and spun her until her breasts were pressed against the wall. She gasped as his leg moved between hers to spread them.
“And how…how might he do that?” she asked. She wiggled again, and he growled, his tortured sounds exciting her all the more.
“Cut it out.”
She moved against him, playing innocent. “Cut what out?”
His hand went to her ass, and when he gave her a good hard slap, it nearly drove her to her knees. Oh God, no man had ever slapped her before, but she…liked it. She gyrated again, hoping for another. When none came she said, “So this stallion. How exactly would he show affection?”
Breath hot on her neck he said, “Normally with his mouth.”
“Yeah, his tongue specifically.”
He pulled her hair from her shoulder, and lightly ran rough fingers over the spot that always made her quiver. Oh God, this was seriously too good to be true.
Feeling bolder than she ever had before she asked, “And…uh…where else might he use his tongue?”
One hand crawled up her outer thighs, pulling her dress up with them. Warmth broke out on her skin, heat searing her insides as he put his mouth close to her ear. His breath was hot and minty when he said, “Well, that depends, Angel.”
“On just how much he liked you.”
Feeling crazed, driven by lust as sexual awareness leaped between them, she pushed the game a little further. “Let’s just say he liked me…a lot.”
In a move that took her by surprise, he spun her back around to face him. His hands went to the wall on either side of her head. “Then my guess is he’d want to lick you all over.” He removed his hat, and tugged on his handkerchief, his mouth moving to her breasts. “He’d probably start here.” He leaned into her, and through the thin material of her dress, he brushed his tongue over her nipples, then pressed a hot kiss, dampening the thin cotton. The sexy movement sent heat charging to her pussy. Dear God, was that a purr? Holy hell, no man had ever made her purr before.
As her body hummed with excitement, he sank to his knees, his mouth skimming down her stomach in a way that had rockets and fireworks going off in her head. Why did she suddenly feel like singing the national anthem?
His face went to the juncture between her legs. Raw lust shot straight to her core when he pressed his thumb over her sex, a slow sensuous caress that had her swaying against his touch. “And he’d probably stop here,” he murmured.
It took every ounce of strength she possessed to remain standing. He adjusted his handkerchief and crawled back up her body. Moisture pooled between her legs as naughty, delicious ideas raced through her brain.
“So this wild Stallion, it would probably have a much easier time showing affection if it wasn’t corralled, right?” Dear God, what has gotten into me? Of course she knew who she wanted to get into her, which was why she was acting like a big ol’ slut. She lowered her tied hands and reached for the belt buckle holding up his chaps. She pulled it open and his breathing grew labored.
“Yeah, Angel,” he said. “But like I said, an untamed animal off its bridle can be unpredictable…rough even…especially if he’s been corralled for too long.”
His chaps fell down his legs and her gaze dropped, searching for the button on his jeans. “I bet the right handler could tame him.” She found his button. “Although I must say, it’s a shame to domesticate and restrain anything wild, don’t you think?”
Her bold words seem to unleash something in him. Strong fingers curled around her wrists and he shoved them back over her head. His muscular chest slammed against her, and the wall practically vibrated as he pulled his handkerchief from his face. Her gaze flew back to his, but demanding lips closed over hers before she could get a good look at him.
She moaned as his tongue pressed between her lips, coercing them open. Warm kisses that tasted like long weekends of hot sex seduced her senses and made her a whole lot hotter. She kissed him back, savoring the taste of his mouth as his hard body crushed her to the wall. His free hand went to her waist, his fingers splaying as he angled his body, his hardness pressing into her hip. Questing fingers dipped beneath her dress and grazed her inner thigh. She tried to push against him, but he held her still with his body, forcing her compliance. There was something about his control that turned her on even more. His fingers slipped under her lace panties, and he ran his thumb over her groomed pubis. Oh God yes. With a slow, easy swish that seemed to affect him as much as her, he stroked her.
“Oh my,” she said, her voice breathless. Her sex clenched as his fingers came perilously close to the spot that desperately needed his touch. It was his turn to tease, to make her ache for it.
His mouth moved to her neck, his breath hot on her flesh. A tremor raced through her as her pulse kicked up another notch. He gathered the lace in his hands and, in a swift move, tugged, tearing the scrap of material from her hips. His mouth closed over hers again, swallowing her gasp. They traded hot, heated kisses as he stuffed her panties into his back pocket like they were some sort of souvenir.
His fingers spread her wide, and he stroked her sex from top to bottom, the rough pad of his thumb brushing deliciously over her. A strange, strangled noise crawled out of her throat. It was all she could do not to buck against him and beg for him to just take her, hard and fast, right here against the wall. He applied pressure to her clit, his deft fingers knowing just how to touch, and she damn near orgasmed on the spot. Never had she gone from zero to full speed so fast. The cowboy was as skilled with his hands as he was with a lasso. Now about that tongue…
“Oh God,” she cried out, need tangling through her.
“Wrong name, Angel.” His mouth moved to her throat, and he pressed kisses to the soft hollow before dipping lower.
“Right,” she said, a tortured laugh catching in her throat. “Oh…Maverick…” His soft chuckle mingled with hers, but hers died an abrupt death when he none-too-gently tugged on her dress and bra, dragging them down to free her breasts. His hot breath whispered over her exposed nipples as he leaned into her, closing his lips over one hard nub.
“Yes,” she murmured, arching into him, only to be pushed back against the wall. Damn, this stallion really did want her at his mercy. She liked it. She liked it a lot.
Need swamped her as he sucked and nibbled. Her body trembled, urgency thrumming through her unlike anything she’d ever felt before. A sharp cry caught in her throat when he bit down hard, but the sound was replaced by a moan as he kissed it better. Her sex muscles rippled. The combination of pain and pleasure was just about the most delicious thing she’d ever felt.
He paid homage to her other breast, then his mouth left her nipple. He blew lightly, and she shivered at the contrast of hot and cold. She briefly closed her eyes, reveling in the things this man was doing to her. Honest to God, this was a once in a lifetime fantasy come true, and she was determined to enjoy every second.
A growl rumbled in his throat as he pressed his nose to her stomach. He breathed her in, then sank to his knees again. Yes! With little finesse, he crushed her dress in his hands and roughly shoved it over her hips to expose her sex. He leaned in and in one smooth movement, ran his tongue all the way from the bottom to the top before he drew back. A moan escaped her throat and pressure built inside her at that first sweet flick of his tongue.
“Fuck,” he murmured, going back on his heels. “You’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted, Angel.” His words fueled the desire in her. She moved her hips, begging without words, but he gripped her to hold her still. “Widen for me, baby. Let me show you how much I like you.”
“Oh yes, please,” she murmured. She inched her legs open, every nerve in her body alive, sparking in anticipation as she waited for his…affection. He widened her nether lips and leaned in. He made another slow pass with his tongue, ravishing her with a hunger that made her dizzy, feverish with need.
He pushed a finger inside her, and as he burrowed deep she squeezed around him. She shivered under his artful manipulation and bit back a breathy moan, struggling to keep it together. Her toes curled, as his skilled mouth did the most delicious, torturous things to her needy body. She’d just bet he could tie a knot in a cherry stem with that talented tongue of his.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said, his voice dropping to a whisper that caressed her from the inside out. He stroked her deep, then found the little bundle of nerves inside that shut down her ability to think with clarity. He flattened his tongue, applying just the right amount of force as he pushed a second finger into her. He wiggled his buried fingers, then drew them out, only to pump them back into her, long sensuous strokes that stole the last vestige of her control. Pleasure engulfed her, pushing her beyond the brink of sanity.
He took her higher and higher, her skilled cowboy stroking with expertise as he teased and tormented her body. She gave a breathy moan, her nipples tightening as her flesh burned hotter. She drew a shaky breath, and as she let it out a violent shudder overtook her. As she came apart beneath his nimble fingers, an explosion tore through her, her lust-saturated body giving in to the pleasure.
“Yes,” she hissed, as her muscles tightened around his fingers. He stayed between her legs, stroking gently and lapping up her liquid desire as he drew out each delicious wave of release. Never had she felt such satisfaction, and he’d yet to really unleash himself on her. “So good…” she murmured softly. She moved her hips, and this time he didn’t still her.
“That’s it,” he said, his voice thick, husky. “Ride my fingers and take what you need.”
She rocked into him until her sex stopped spasming. She glanced down to find him looking up at her. While she couldn’t make out his features she could see his eyes, and the need reflecting there had her body stirring all over again.
“I want to touch you,” she murmured, her voice not quite steady as her hands tangled in his hair. She was about to sink to her knees and pleasure him in return, but before she could, he slid back up her body, gripped her hips, and spun her around.
He put his mouth next to her ear, a movement she was becoming familiar with. “Keep your hands on the wall,” he whispered. A strong arm went around her waist, pulling her hips toward him and tipping her ass until her body was completely open, completely at his mercy. His hands went between her legs, and his knuckle lightly brushed her sex. She responded with a shudder as blood pounded through her veins, her body hungering to be taken…hard.
Her dress fell back over her legs. He gathered it and pulled it up, exposing her backside to him. A warm palm cupped her cheeks and she trembled as she absorbed his heat.
“You are so fucking perfect,” he said, his fingers splaying over her backside.
Composure was a thing of the past. She begged, “Please…”
“Don’t move,” he said. “If you do, you’ll find yourself roped and over my lap.”
As delicious as that sounded, she couldn’t possibly move. Her legs were about as rigid as overcooked noodles. But damned if she didn’t want what he was threatening. Maybe next time.
Next time? Hell, there wasn’t going to be a next time. This was a one shot deal, which meant she needed to quiet her mind and just enjoy this for what it was.
He stepped away, leaving cold where there was once heat, and she immediately missed his hands on her. It was crazy how fast she was growing to love his touch.
The sound of a zipper opening cut through the quiet in the room, followed by foil crinkling.
A second later his hands were on her body, instantly bringing her a sense of relief. God, she didn’t even know him yet loved the way he touched her. He pushed his cock against her ass, and she wiggled. His hand came down over her plump cheek and she gasped.
“Keep still,” he said, his voice a soft command.
His cock slapped her backside, then he slid it lower until his crown was positioned at her slick opening. He breached her cleft, offering her only an inch. She bit down on her lips, wanting nothing more than to push away from the wall and force him all the way inside. But he’d told her to stay still, and while she wanted to move, following his instructions came with its own pleasure.
Her body vibrated with need, impatience thrumming through her as she waited for him to take her, but thankfully that wait was short lived. He wrapped his arm around her waist and slammed into her, stealing her next breath. She gave a broken gasp at the sweet stab of pleasure and scrambled to catch up.
He pulled out. “Breathe,” he said. She sucked in air and let it out slowly. He waited a second. “Okay?”
She nodded, and he pushed in again, her entire body quaking as he stretched her, and stroked in places no man had ever reached before. She tipped her ass even more, taking him as deep as she possibly could. His low growl curled around her, pushing her desires higher and higher.
He burrowed deeper, long driving strokes that felt incredible. “You are so tight.”
Probably because he was so damn big.
She began panting, her mouth going dry. She could feel his urgency—his need as he indulged in her body and roughly fed her his cock.
“Do you have any idea how fucking hot you are?” he asked.
She grinned, liking that she could make this guy as crazy as he did her.
“Harder,” she said, pushing back to meet each delicious jerk of his hips, pleasure gripping every inch of her.
“Jesus,” he murmured and angled his body for deeper thrusts, the depth of penetration increasing the tension in her body. Her legs quivered and her sex fluttered as he moved urgently against her.
“Yes,” she cried out. “Just like that.”
One hand slid up her back and gripped her shoulder for leverage. With her palms splayed on the wall, basic elemental need took over as their bodies rocked together, her cowboy fucking her harder than she’d ever been fucked before. She reveled in it. Needed it. Wanted more of it.
“Fuck, Angel, I’m right there.”
“Me too,” she squeaked.
He pulled out, then slammed back into her, and her body responded with a hot flow of relief. She cried out, her fingers curling, her long nails digging into the wall.
“Fuck me,” he said. He stilled, his cock pulsing inside her as his fingers gripped her shoulder hard enough to leave a bruise. He leaned over her, his breath hot on her back. They stayed that way for a minute, both trying to catch their breath.
“You okay, Angel?” he asked, breaking the quiet. He pulled his cock out of her, and slipped a hand between her legs to lightly pet her sex. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
She forced her brain to work. “No, but if you keep touching me like that, I’m going to start hurting again.”
He laughed, and continued to stroke her gently, soothing her sore muscles. “I hope I wasn’t too rough.”
“Rough. Heck, the last carousal horse I rode was rougher than that,” she teased, loving the way he’d taken her. His soft chuckle curled around her, seeping under her skin and filling her with warmth.
He touched her hair, a gentle caress. “Seriously, Angel. I’d hate myself if I hurt you.”
“You didn’t,” she assured him. “It was…perfect.” Truthfully, sex had never been so perfect. She thought one night with him would help her face her twenty-sixth year alone. Now she was afraid this hard yet sensitive cowboy had forever ruined her for any other man.
Never having been so sexually satisfied, her body went limp and she tried to straighten up, but her legs wobbled. She reached for the wall to brace herself, but Mr. Hot Cowboy was there, catching her before she did an undignified face plant. His strong arms slipped around her waist, anchoring her to him.
“It’s okay, Angel,” he whispered, his voice full of tender concern. After he’d taken her so hard and rough, she hadn’t expected such tenderness from him. It did the weirdest things to her insides. His lips brushed her neck. “I’ve got you.”
Again that voice…so familiar. Her body relaxed into his sturdy grip and the deeply intimate way he was holding her. She closed her hand over his arm, and his hewn muscles flexed beneath her fingers. His skin was hot and damp with exertion, and she fought the urge to turn around and see his face. This was nothing more than a one-night stand, and she was better off not knowing who he was.
He released her hands, walked her backward, and set her in the chair he’d roped her to earlier. From behind he pulled her hair from her neck, dropped a soft kiss near her ear and whispered, “Wait here. I’ll be right back to clean you up.”
Her heart missed a beat. Hot, strong, and sensitive. Damn she really could get used to this. Rustling sounds reached her ears as he pulled on his clothes. He stepped away, and a moment later the music shut off, followed by the bathroom door creaking open. Angie drew a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to get blood back into her extremities.
She climbed to her feet and forced her wobbly legs to take her to the door. Tomorrow she’d come back and gather her presents. Tonight…well, tonight she was his angel and he was her cowboy. It was best not to hang around and ruin this awesome fantasy with reality.