Page 96 of Knot Her Cowboys
“Just sharing a little of the frustration I’ve experienced. You get to have one trip to the edge for every year you were gone. I’ll give you what you want after that, but only if you beg.”
I absorbed his words one by one, my breathing turning shallow. That much edging might kill me. I couldn’t stop my pout as I forced myself to relax. “That’s really fucking mean, Cooper, but I accept that I deserve it, and I’ll take it if it’ll makeyou feel better. It won’t take me ’til the end to start begging, though.”
“I know.” His grin was wolfish. “Patience was never one of your virtues. Wait here while I wash the horse off my hands.”
He said it like I had any choice in the matter. I waited, shivering, listening to the water run, my whole body taut. If this was what Cooper needed, I would endure every glorious touch even knowing he was deliberately going to leave me unsatisfied until I was a mess of slick and desperation.
Cooper could touch me any way he wanted.
His return had a gush of slick dripping out of me, his gaze snaring on it. “Excited to see me?”
“Yes.” I whimpered. Now that I’d put myself in this vulnerable position, the distance between us was pure torture.
Luckily, despite his intentions, he didn’t seem inclined to that scale of suffering. He traced his fingers down the backs of my legs, smiling when he hit the ticklish spot behind my knees. His touch continued onward, searching for my reactions.
The first plunge of his fingers inside me had me lifting my hips off the bed, using my toes braced on the headboard to boost myself. His pace was frustratingly slow.
“Cooper,” I snapped.
“Hmm?” His quiet questioning hum was so full of smugness I could hardly stand it. “Ready to beg already?”
I growled instead, pressing my lips together. Cooper was stubborn. I just needed to ride this out, and who cared if I didn’t get to come? Having his hands on me was good enough for now. Patience was never something I’d had to cultivate with him. When you could only spare ten minutes at a time before people noticed you were gone, speed became essential.
I kept my mouth shut as he slowly carried me up the peak, hoping he might not be paying enough attention. The hot second my pussy clamped down on his fingers, he withdrew.
“Fucking hell,” I whimpered.
“Two.”
“You don’t have to sound so proud of yourself,” I grumbled.
“No? I shouldn’t be proud that you’d have broken for me twice already if I let you?”
My pout formed again without my permission. “You’ve gotten mean in your old age.”
“We’re the same age,” he said with a laugh, his fingers returning to their work. “And anyway, it’s not mean. I’m going to let you come eventually.”
He hit a spot that had my eyes rolling back, my nails digging into the headboard.
“You look so beautiful when you’re about to lose it.” He ground his thumb against my clit until my hips lifted off the bed, trying to chase the pleasure I knew he wouldn’t let me have. He pulled away again and I melted onto the sheets with a pathetic whine. “Three.”
Getting to twelve was definitely going to kill me.
“Twelve is too many.”
Cooper laughed, leaning over me, gently rocking his cock over my clit as he dipped down to kiss me. “Twelve is generous. I could’ve said one for everymonthyou were away, everyday, everyhourI craved you and couldn’t have you. Should I choose one of those instead?”
I shook my head frantically. “You know what? Twelve sounds great.”
“I thought so.” He kissed me again, stroking my clit. “Now be a good girl and let me play with you.”
The whole room smelled like a sugar-dipped meadow. Riley’s sweetness saturated the air, her desperation turning her scent into floral syrup.
I was going to get high off the way she shuddered with every touch. Having her tied up and submitting to my mercy, was the radical opposite to every other time I’d gotten my hands on her. The luxury of time to explore her—to learn her responses andhow she’d changed in our years apart—was something I’d never anticipated.
The shake of her muscles as she melted onto the blankets and the whine slipping through her lips made me want to keep her like this forever.
“Eight,” I said, utterly satisfied with how she reacted to me.
