Page 169 of Ride a Cowboy

Sienna arched, her body taking on a life and a strength of its own. Her pussy clamped down on his cock until he saw stars behind his eyes. Pure animalistic need clawed its way to the surface. He pounded into her, his usual control and finesse gone.

“Jesus, See.” The words were dragged from his chest, sounding more like a growl than true words.

He grasped her breast, his finger and thumb rolling the taut peak harder through her bra. And harder. She heaved against him once more. Her closed eyes clenched tight, her breath thready, harsh.

Daniel continued to move inside, their pelvises slapping out an uneven rhythm. Finally, there was no going back.

“See.” Her name was a prayer, a promise, a plea. “Sienna.”

Strong jets of come filled her, mixing with her own hot liquid. His name on her lips signaled she was with him as she cried out her sweet release. They were together.

She may be his captive, but there was nothing docile about his lover. She lifted her head. And bit his shoulder.

His gaze flew to her face, catching her wicked grin. “Mine,” she whispered.

His eyes narrowed. She had no idea.

Reaching up, he released her hands, rubbing her shoulders at her slight wince. He pulled the vibrator out of her ass, turned it off and tossed it to the floor with her panties. All of his movements were clumsy, heavy. Daniel felt like he was trapped in quicksand up to his neck.

He collapsed next to her and for several long minutes, the only sound in the room was that of their labored inhalations. He knew the second hers turned from wakefulness to sleep.

Lifting his head, he gently pushed a stray tendril of hair away from her eyes as he soaked up the peaceful expression on her face.

She said she hadn’t gotten him a gift. She was wrong.

She was exactly what he wanted, even if he hadn’t realized it until this moment.

Now he had a true goal.

A future. A forever.

“Goodnight, Sienna,” he whispered.

Chapter 9

Daniel sat at Spurs, drinking a beer. He was trying to talk himself out of flying to Florida to beat the fuck out of a man he’d met only one time but who was making his life a living hell. He’d invited Sienna out for a drink. Unfortunately, several other ranch hands had been around when he’d asked and what he’d intended to be their first formal date had turned into a big group of friends, playing pool and getting rowdy.

He’d hoped after Christmas she was ready to turn a corner, to give up on Josh altogether. Now she was standing outside in the cold winter wind, talking to the prick on the phone while he sat inside nursing a warm PBR.

“What’s up?” Jade leaned against the counter across from him.

“Working tonight?”

She nodded. “Yep. My shift just started. You’re stuck with me until close. Why aren’t you over there with the other hands?”

“Just spent all damn day with them. Needed some quiet time.”

Jade nodded, her eyes filled with mischief. “So obviously you decided to come to a rowdy redneck bar on the busiest night of the week. Ah, I love the peace and quiet and tranquility of this place.” The sound of glass breaking as a waitress dropped a tray full of beer bottles almost drowned out the last part of her comment.

He grinned. Of all Sienna’s cousins, he liked Jade the best. She spoke his language—sarcasm. “I invited Sienna to come out with me. Next thing I know, seven other yahoos added their names to the guest list.”

“Sienna’s here?” Jade peered around at the growing crowd of partiers. She hadn’t been lying—the place was packed. “Damn. I can never get her to go out with me. Where is she?”

He gestured over his shoulder with his thumb. “She’s out front. Got a phone call.”

An understanding look entered Jade’s eyes. “Ah. Josh must have sensed she was having fun and decided to ruin it for her.”

He grimaced. “Yeah.”

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