Page 36 of Knot Her Cowboys
She hadn’t lied about wanting a second round, but the longer we stayed in that parking lot, the higher the risk of someone catching us. A short drive was all it took to disappear into the middle of nowhere so I could chuck down my emergency blankets into the truck bed and climb in there with her.
Riley under starlight was a treat for the senses. It was too damn dark to see her, and I didn’t want to blind her with a work light or give away that we were out here, so I had to content myself with everything but sight.
“Cash,” Riley whimpered my name, her ankles locked behind my back, the press of her heels encouraging me to get a move on.
The feel of her pussy surrendering had me panting, spurred forward by the precious little panting breaths and moans she made in my ear. I wanted to mold my whole body to hers, memorize the way each curve plastered against me.
This wasn’t at all the way I’d imagined having her. Sure, fucking her into a blackout orgasm had made the list, but the front seat of my truck in a bar parking lot hadn’t even entered my mind, nor had the bed of my truck. My ego was never going to recover from her being that desperate to have me.
The original plan had been to taste every inch of her skin, eat her out until she begged me to fuck her while laid out on the softest blankets we owned.
But plans changed.
I’d already gotten to see the way her eyes widened when I fucked into her for the first time, and that image would hold me over.
“Greedy little omega.” I scraped my teeth over her throat, loving the way she arched up when I did it. “How many times do I have to make you come before you’re satisfied?”
Her whimper was too fucking much. “At least one more.”
I bucked the sass right out of her. Riley sang me a song, all breathy moans as she took everything I gave her, just like she’d promised. She clung hard, one arm braced over the back of my head to keep me close, the other stretched over me, nails digging in while she shook like a leaf. The sound of me driving into her dripping pussy was downright sinful.
Riley broke apart for me, her sweet cunt strangling my cock.
She squirmed like a wild thing, scent like syrup in my nose, and body hot as a flame. “Don’t stop.”
Helpless except to give her everything she wanted, I’d keep going until I collapsed. I was a ways off from that, but I was rapidly discovering that my girl was insatiable.
“Cashy, it’s so hot.”
It wasn’t, not really. The summer air was a cool breeze that kept me pretty damn comfortable while she provided me with an unplanned workout. Her skin burned like she’d slipped into a fever. That meant…something, right? My last two brain cells were sluggish, shot with a tranquilizer dart each time her pussy squeezed around me.
She latched her nails into my butt cheeks, digging in hard to spur me on.
Forget bourbon, I could get drunk off just her whimpers, each one more delicious than the last. She was a craving I had learned to cope with, an open wound I had carried for so long I had started to forget it was there, but now that she was here, now that she was mine in this brand-new way, her mere presence was stitching me back together. Every touch healed something I hadn’t realized was broken. Every kiss was a balm to those fractured pieces I had ignored for so long.
Fuck.
Cooper was going to nuke me out of existence.
“Cash.” My name dropped from Riley’s lips like a prayer. Her cunt spasmed, body arching up, scouring away the few rational thoughts that had begun to form.
“I’m gonna need you to say my name again just like that.”
She did, and I basked in the sensation of raw power it gave me. Riley wanted me, and goddamnit, I was going to hand myself to her on a silver fucking platter. She could have every bit of me for as long as she wanted.
Her nails slowly walked up my body, pausing and digging in with each thrust until she was frantically pawing at me, shaking as she lost control. The most perfect omega in the world was losing itfor me.
She arched again, struggling to catch her breath. “Oh my god, Caaash. Motherfuck?—”
I let my forehead drop to hers, unwilling to let my knot put an end to the fun just yet.
Breathe.
“More,” Riley demanded.
I claimed another kiss and then latched my teeth onto her throat, pressing down on the scent gland, firm enough to pin her in place, but not enough to break the skin.
She erupted like a fucking volcano.
