Page 75 of Knot Her Cowboys
She let out a feral cry as I teased her over the peak, bucking hard until she broke for me and I spilled into her wet heat. As much as I wanted to bury my knot in her perfect body, that would make usverylate. Instead, I flipped her over. She frowned before realizing I’d made her pussy accessible to Dakota, and her lips available to me. Her gorgeous brown eyes gleamed with fire as she dragged me closer and took control of a kiss that made my toes fucking curl. Dakota caught on quickly, if the delectable gasp Riley gave against my mouth was any indication.
She was potent as hell in the bond. Her pleasure snaked through me, stoking the torch I always carried for her into an inferno. Every shiver she gave felt like she was being anchored to us. Or at least, I hoped.
Riley curled her fingers around my cock, apparently determined to get me off again even when I wastryingto be good.
Maybegoodwas a bit of a stretch…
I was still slippery from her slick and Riley took full advantage, coaxing me with short strokes while I drowned in the taste of her. Her grip twitched as Dakota pulled her closer to the edge.
When her panting grew too unruly, she detached from my mouth, planting her forehead against my shoulder, a litany ofgorgeous sounds filling the air. Her fist grew more frantic and I clung to her sweet, shuddering body.
Dakota groaned and I shifted Riley’s hips closer to me so she wouldn’t get stuck on a knot. I lasted barely five seconds more before her demanding movements had me spilling all over her skin, my whole body shaking.
She hummed softly before her purr took over.
Too fucking cute.
Dakota laid a trail of kisses from the curve of her shoulder and up her throat. Riley’s purr only got louder.
“We should get you cleaned up, petal.”
“Too comfy to move.”
“But if you don’t move, you don’t get to see Cooper work his rope magic.”
Riley sighed dramatically. “Twist my rubber arm.”
“You’ll like it,” I promised. “Cooper has never looked sluttier than when he’s swinging around a lasso.”
My omega burst into giggles. “Does he know that’s how you describe it?”
“Absolutely the fuck not, and you’d better not tell him.”
Her purr ignited again and cut off when she pulled me into another kiss. “Your secret is safe with me.”
Iwent down to the corral with Cash and Dakota. Cooper was still steadfastly avoiding me, but at least it appeared he wasn’t totally neglecting his work. I already felt bad enough about hogging the others when they probably had a lot to do.
Tons of guests were already there and we squeezed into some of the available space. Dakota and Cash had probably seen Cooper do this a thousand times, but I was glad they stayed withme anyway. The bond was so new I got squirmy if Cash was too far away and I didn’t have another scent match stuck to me.
I pressed closer to the fence, the rough wood digging into my hands and chest. Cooper’s gaze passed over me for one electrifying second before he focused back on the crowd. He gave a brief explanation on the history of cowboys and ranches out west, not skipping over the violent land grabs during settlement to spare those watching the discomfort of acknowledging the past.
After our history lesson, Cooper moved on to showing off. He was totally in his element inside that corral, rope hanging from his hip, smiling at the hordes of tourists lining the fence.
I wanted that smile directed at me. I still felt like I didn’t deserve it, but I craved it anyway.
He swung the lasso in wide loops, hopping through the opening effortlessly before sweeping it overhead and tossing it forward, where it snagged a bottle off the fence edge ten feet away and whipped it back into his hand.
My mouth went dry. The buttons of his shirt strained when he moved. Cooper had filled out so much since the last time I’d truly gotten my hands on him. We were pack now, so even with all of our painful past hanging between us, it didn’t feel wrong to hope for his eventual acceptance.
He was making it really fucking hard to make things up to him. I hated that I was disrupting their lives so much, but Cooper couldn’t just disappear before I woke up every day. He could try, but my patience only went so far. We needed to talk and if he was going to be stubborn—one of his key traits—then I was going to have to force the issue. Maybe I’d have to steal that lasso and truss him up for the conversation. However much I might prefer he come to me in his own time, Cooper knew how to hold a grudge. It could be weeks or even months before he came around on his own.
“Like what you see, honey bun?” Cash whispered in my ear, a bolt of desire sliding down my spine at his warm breath caressing my skin.
I squeezed my thighs together. “Why do you need to ask when you can feel it in the bond?”
“More fun to ask. Now answer the question.”
“Come on, Cash. YouknowI like what I see.Look at him.”
