Page 43 of The Cowboy's Ultimatum

“Did you have a feeling you should get another dog?”

“You know, I kinda did. But I can’t say it had anything to do with what’s goin’ on. I just knew it was time. Now let’s hit the hay. Come on, Ranger.”

“If it was Kenny, he’ll be furious,” she remarked as they started down the hall. “Not only did you and your dog get the better of him, he’ll be leaving with a ticket.”

“Darlin’, it won’t be long before that will be the least of his problems.”

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After being chased by a ferocious canine and ticketed for speeding Kenny was in a foul mood as he rode back to Dallas. But he was also relieved. There had been no drugs or paraphernalia stashed inside his saddle bags or in his pockets, and that was unusual. By the time he rolled into his garage it was almost midnight, and though the late hour didn’t bother him, the day ahead became his focus.

He’d be meeting his supplier at the clubhouse. He’d hand over a bag of cash and receive a suitcase stuffed with cocaine. His men would head out to make the deliveries, but the package for Erin he’d take care of in person. She was a Nervous Nellie and he knew how to handle her.

Then it was back to Smoky Hill with four of his crew.

If everything went as planned, the sleepy little town would be his, and in spite of her interfering cowboy, Helen would be under this thumb.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

The following morning Andy sleepily opened his eyes, rolled over, and wrapped his arms around Helen’s warm, inviting body. As he pushed his hardness between her legs she moaned softly and reached down to guide him into her warmth. For endless minutes he slowly thrust, loving the feel of her slick, inviting channel and her murmurs of pleasure. But suddenly wanting more, he pulled out, rolled her on her stomach, settled on his knees behind her, then clutched her hips and pulled them up.

“You’ll be careful tonight, won’t you, darlin’,” he muttered, sliding his rigid rod back inside her.

“Uh-huh.”

“I mean real careful,” he added sternly, landing a hot slap on her right cheek, then the left. “Don’t take any risks!”

“I won’t,” she replied hastily.

“Do exactly what the detective tells you!” Before she had a chance to respond he began spanking her in earnest, moving his flattened palm from side to side. “Call this an ounce of prevention,” he continued. “I know you can be impulsive and sometimes you think you know better, but tonight isn’t the time or place for either of those things. Just follow orders, no more, no less. Got it?”

“Yes, yes, I will, I promise.”

“I can’t come into the library with you, but I’ll be outside the door. If anything happens, don’t panic. I’ll be right behind the detective if he needs to go in,” he assured her, smoothing his palm over her reddened skin. “Don’t take matters into your own hands.”

“I won’t, Andy, I swear.”

Satisfied, he began to pump, and quickly sensed the short, sharp spanking had fueled her arousal. As he slipped a hand beneath her and rubbed her clit she let out an urgent cry.

“I know, darlin’,” he crooned. “Get ready, I’m gonna ride you hard. Bury your head in the pillow so the dogs don’t think I’m hurtin’ you.”

Gripping her hips, he slowly withdrew his cock, then slammed into her and began pummeling with fervor. Listening to her muffled cries he continued the vigorous thrusting, determined not to stop until he sensed her orgasm drawing near. When she abruptly threw back her head and sucked in the air, he knew her moment was looming.

“Please, Sir…?”

He hadn’t expected her to ask permission, and the unexpected request sent a jolt of energy through his loins.

“Yeah, darlin’,” he managed as his powerful explosion threatened. “Give it to me!”

The urgent command had barely left his lips when the cascading convulsions crackled through his body. He could hear her joyous cries uniting with his deep groans, then to his shock, just as the spasms waned, Ranger howled. Slipping from her depths and collapsing next to her, he glanced across and saw the dog sitting up, happily panting and staring at them.

“Oh, my gosh, I can’t believe he did that,” Helen said breathlessly. “Do you think it’s a good thing or a bad thing.”

“I’m takin’ it as applause,” Andy managed with a chuckle. “Dammit, I wish I could stay in this bed with you all mornin’, but I have to grab a quick bowl of cereal, then feed and clean and get the horses out.”

“Can I help? I love being in the barn with you.”

“Back at ya,” he said, lowering his voice.

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