Page 33 of Knot Her Cowboys
Wear the hat, ride the cowboy.
“I know what it means, Cash.”
He licked his lips, gaze searching mine. “Do you?”
“Mhmm. Are you going to do anything about it, Cashy?”
He cupped my cheeks, drawing me up as he bent to meet my lips.
Electricity crackled down my body.
The heat of his touch sank into my bones.Cashwantedme. Hell,Iwantedhim, and with a desperation I didn’t quiteunderstand. He had been my best friend, my rock, no matter how long I’d let things lapse, and I had taken a sledgehammer to the wall of glass that lived between us.
No going back now.
This was a slope I was ready to slide to the end of no matter how messy the crash landing might be.
His kiss was frantic, full of fire, as I stood on my toes to get closer, hooking my hands in the collar of his shirt. My pussy throbbed, a pitiful sound falling from my mouth to his.
He pulled away, breathing hard, hands sweeping down to pull me closer. “Riley.”
I loved the way he said my name, all breathless and hot.
“Are you sure?”
I nudged him backward into the hall that led to the bathrooms, barely secluded, but with a few less eyes staring at us.
“What about the scen?—”
“Kiss me again, Cash.” I needed him too much right now to waste precious seconds on talking. Whatever needed to be discussed could be handled later.
He groaned as he bent again, scooping me up with his hands beneath my thighs to pin me in place against the wall with his hips. Desire pounded in my blood, my pussy aching to be filled, and my skin begging to be touched.
I couldn’t think about the timing, the future awkwardness, the risk this could pose to my housing situation, or anything else that had the potential to wet-blanket this moment. Cash was alpha to my omega, a friend I cherished, and hopefully very soon a lover as well.
The way he rocked against me had me whimpering into his mouth. If Cash didn’t take me apart soon, I was going to implode.
“Home?” I gasped out when he boosted me up and his lips dropped to my throat.
He picked me up off the wall, carrying me straight out the back exit. “Can’t say this is the direction I expected the night to go.”
“Is it the direction youhopedit would go?” I clung tightly, all four limbs wrapped around him.
Cash laughed. “Might’ve crossed my mind a time or two when you were squirming all over me.”
He wrenched open the passenger door to set me down, but I wasn’t ready to let go of him. I kept my legs locked around his waist and frantically pulled at his shirt.
Cash spared a glance around. We were parked at the far end of the lot, somewhat out of sight from the road.
“Please.” I whined, whole body burning, eager for him to release the building pressure.
“Riley, are you seriously asking me to strip down and fuck you in my truck?” he asked breathlessly.
“Yes.”
With a quick bark of laughter, Cash dragged his shirt over his head. “Well, all right then. How am I supposed to say no to a request like that?”
“You’re not.” I tilted back, lifting my hips for him to flick open the button of my shorts and yank them down.
