Page 178 of Ride a Cowboy

She closed her fingers around her flesh, groaning as she did so. While Sienna pushed at her breasts, he pumped inside her pussy. Her muscles clenched against his. Tighter. So fucking tight.

His grip tensed against her hands, applying even more pressure to her breasts. Her body responded in kind. Her cunt clamping down on him once more.

“Fuck,” he said through gritted teeth.

It wasn’t enough. It would never be enough. He pulled out, stepped away. Sienna reacted like a scalded cat, her claws coming out to fight.

“No. Don’t st?—”

He twisted her, lifting her ass to the sink. She winced slightly, and he recalled the spanking. He’d held nothing back and never would again. Sienna would have to learn to deal with that.

He spread her legs and returned, shoving into her pussy while gripping her heated ass in his hands.

Sienna’s back arched at his return, her hands clutching his shoulders with a painful, beautiful force. He continued to drive inside until they were both trembling, gasping for air.

Sienna reached up, cupping his face. She drew him toward her. They didn’t cease the relentless rhythm of his cock pounding into her pussy. He expected her to kiss him and was shocked when she bit his lip instead.

Her gaze dared him to take her to task. He hadn’t mistaken her intent. He’d set out to stake a claim tonight. Apparently Sienna was staking one of her own.

It was the catalyst. He couldn’t hold back a second longer. His cock throbbed with its release, spray after hot spray of come filling her. Sienna followed his lead, allowing the wave to crash over her as well.

Together they tumbled, tossed in the swirling vortex of emotions—happiness, confusion, fear, impatience. Daniel felt it. He saw it all reflected in Sienna’s face.

For several long minutes after, they never moved, never sought to break apart. Daniel’s cock softened within her body. Sienna’s hands rested on his shoulders, then—as exhaustion set in—they dropped lower until she was clinging lightly to his waist.

He kissed her softly when their hearts finally stopped racing. Kissing her had become as natural as breathing. And just as vital to him.

“I appreciate you breaking your no sex in a public bathroom rule for me,” he teased, trying to find some way to lighten the heaviness surrounding him.

She laughed softly. “God, I sounded like such a prude back then, didn’t I?”

“You never fooled me. I saw you for who you really are. Even then.”

She swallowed and he thought he saw the glint of a tear in her eye.

A ruckus from the dance reached them. Cheering. Then a countdown.

Loud voices yelled, “Ten, nine, eight…”

“It’s almost the new year,” she whispered.

“Seven, six, five…”

He nodded, ran his hand through her hair.

“Four, three, two…”

“Happy New Year, Daniel.”

“One!”

“Happy New Year, Sienna.”

And then he kissed her, telling her with his lips exactly what his resolution was.

Chapter 11

It was mid-morning. Sienna sat in the family room with Vivi and her cousins, trying to digest the doctor’s diagnosis. No one was speaking.

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