Page 97 of Knot Her Cowboys
Riley whimpered. Her whole body was flushed, sweat beading on her forehead. “Cooper, I’m not going to make it.”
“You will.” I leaned in, kissing my way up her body until I met her lips. “You’re more than halfway already.”
“More than halfway todead, Cooper.” She laughed, wiggling against the ropes binding her to the headboard.
“Do you need to be untied? Circulation still okay?”
“Limbs are fine,” she replied with a huff. “Just frustrated with everything else.”
I wedged my fingertips beneath the ropes, making sure she wasn’t being stubborn for the sake of it—a trait we too often shared. “I’ll let you out. I don’t want you to get hurt.”
“No.” She pouted. “I’m taking the punishment edging and you can’t stop me.”
I laughed lightly. “Technically, I’m theonlyperson who can stop you right now.”
“You know what I mean.”
“I think you need a few more. You’re entirely too coherent.”
She tensed before I touched her, already prepared for the pleasure and denial she knew was coming. Denial wasn’t something I had experience with, least of all with her. She tried hard to keep her wits about her, but she was so sensitive at this point I could probably set her off breathing on her the right way.
Her omega whine lanced through me. Omegas were designed to take pleasure and weren’t particularly tolerant of denial, but she knew I needed this, so she submitted to it.
Riley’s pussy squeezed my fingers and I stilled.
“No,” she whimpered.
“Close. The word you’re looking for is nine.”
Each rise and pause provoked a feral growl out of her. Her frustration became my satisfaction. A little delayed gratification certainly couldn’t make up for more than a decade apart, but strange as it was, having her like this was starting to stitch together the wound of our separation. Riley was gifting me control after so many years of having none.
She was already a mess of slick, but I wasn’t leaving room for a single thought in her head by the time I was finished. I counted out the seconds in my head. Touching her too soon could spoil the fun.
I laid a trail of kisses down her thigh, lapping up her flowing slick, a fountain of desire just for me. She’d have probably crushed my head between those plush thighs if I hadn’t tied her up. I’d let her, in time.
Riley’s desperate little sounds gave her away. No matter how much she tried to suppress them, it was a lost cause. She wasn’t capable of hiding how much she wanted me to touch her, and that made me want to do it forever.
I pulled away again, prepared for her frustrated growl, but not for the tears in her eyes. Leaning over her let me kiss her gently, cradling her cheek. “Hey,” I said softly, “You’re okay. You’re almost there. What number are we at?”
“T-ten.” She shuddered, struggling as she came down from the latest peak.
“See? Only two more. You can take two more for me, can’t you?”
She struggled briefly against the ropes before relaxing again with a nod.
“Do you want me to stop and let you out of the ropes?”
Riley shook her head.
I wiped the tears from her cheeks, staying right where I was so I could listen to every panting breath in high definition. “Good girl.”
She moaned, pulling at the ropes again. “I miss touching you.”
“Soon,” I promised, trying to hide the fact that her simple statement had me high as a kite. I claimed her mouth as I let my fingers descend once more, teasing her with a slow plunge and an easy grind on her clit. Staying this close to her while she struggled with the sensations eroded the mental distance between us.
Riley was here and she had promised to stay. She had promised to come home too, and I suppose she had kept that promise, even if it was years later than I would’ve liked. I intended to brand myself into her being, to love her so hard and so thoroughly, she would never contemplate leaving again.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered.
