Page 161 of Ride a Cowboy

Daniel’s voice was dark, threatening, hot as hell. God, he’d remembered her capture fantasy. She’d secretly worried she had told him too much about her dark desires that first night because he hadn’t mentioned them since.

In the past week, though the sex had been hotter than hell, it had also been fairly straightforward. Usually, he met her outside the back door of her house and walked with her to his trailer. By the time they got to his place, they were too hot and bothered to do much more than tear each other’s clothes off and fuck as if their lives depended on it. She’d never felt so much passion, such heart-racing need in her life. The days dragged by at a snail’s pace while she waited for the time when she could fall into Daniel’s bed again.

“Daniel,” she started.

He turned her away from him, dragging her arms behind her back. “You’ve got the wrong guy. Now be quiet and you won’t get hurt.”

She shivered with excitement when she felt him wrap something around her wrists. He was tying her up. This was real.

She wasn’t about to waste a hot fantasy. Sienna started to struggle. Her sudden spring into motion caught Daniel by surprise, but only for a moment. Then he managed to recapture the arm she’d freed, showing her exactly how strong he was.

Once she was secured, her hands bound behind her back, he spun her around.

“Bad girl,” he said in a hushed whisper.

She could hear the voices of several ranch hands passing by outside. The idea that they could be caught at any moment increased her arousal more than she would have thought possible. “Did you lock the door?”

Daniel didn’t respond. God. Had he? She couldn’t remember hearing the lock snick into place, but she hadn’t exactly been listening for it. Anyone could walk in.

His hands caught in her hair, tugging it tightly as he drew her closer. “You’re mine.” Two words had never sounded so threatening…and delicious.

She tried to escape his grip. He would have to earn the right to that claim. “I belong to myself.”

“Is that right?”

They spoke softly, their voices hushed so they wouldn’t be heard beyond the door. The same couldn’t be said of the men speaking outside. A few of the ranch hands were obviously hanging out after a long day’s work, chewing the fat—as her father would say. The stable was never a quiet place this time of day. Sienna couldn’t believe Daniel was taking such a risk.

“I’ve captured you. I can do any damn thing to you that I want.”

The stable was filled with male laughter. She trembled with anticipation and a healthy dose of fear. Who would have thought those two emotions could be so arousing?

“In fact, I could open that door and invite some of those cowboys to join us.”

It was an empty threat. At least…she thought it was.

What did she really know about Daniel’s preferences? They’d spent their nights lost in a haze of sexual exploration, but there hadn’t been much in the way of pillow talk. None of the usual let’s-get-acquainted games that Jade and Sterling had told her were common in new relationships. She and Daniel had gone straight from acquaintances to friends with benefits. She’d purposely avoided delving deeper into his past because she was determined to take her grandmother’s advice. This was the new Sienna. The one who took each day as it came.

“How many should I let in? Two? Three? Six?”

She gasped, trying to fill her lungs with air. Would he really share her? Would she let him?

Fuck. Her heart tripled its pace as she considered what it would be like to be taken by so many men at one time. Curiosity warred with true panic. “Daniel. I?—”

Her voice seized up. Daniel seemed to take her sudden silence as consent.

“I see.” Daniel released his grip, walking toward the door.

Panic set in. “No!” Her refusal came out louder than she intended, but it didn’t appear that anyone in the stable heard.

Daniel returned to her and his hands gripped her face between his large palms. Her eyes had begun to adjust to the dim room. She could see relief in his expression. “Good. I don’t share.”

He didn’t need to freaking share. There were times when she felt like he was too much man for her. He’d driven her to orgasm after orgasm, night after night.

However, the idea that he would have gone against character to offer her a different fantasy touched her. He’d truly walked to the door with the intention of giving her what he thought she wanted. Had anyone ever cared so much about her desires? Had Josh?

She’d promised Daniel their first night together she wouldn’t bring Josh into the bedroom with them. She’d tried very hard to keep that vow, but there were times when it was nearly impossible not to make comparisons. The sum total of her sexual experiences had been exclusively with Josh. He was the yardstick she measured by.

Or had.

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