Page 55 of Cowboy Under Siege

“My orgasms. My wetness. I own your body right now. We both know it.”

“Oh gawwwwd. Jaren!”

“You want to come. Do it. Come for me, Trinny!” The demand sent her sailing like a leaf on the wind, floating and tumbling on the currents as her pussy throbbed to a wild beat.

With his fingers deep inside her, he let her buck and ride them to a screaming finish.

She hung limp over his thighs, fighting for air.

Knowing he’d laid claim to more than her body just now.

Her bodyguard owned her heart.

* * * * *

Jaren’s fingers were soaked with hot, sweet juices, making it difficult for him to pull them free. But he had to see her eyes.

He extracted his digits from her tight sheath and flipped her over to lie across his lap. Her face was pink, her eyes wide and glittering.

Cradling her head, he lifted her mouth to his and kissed her with more tenderness than he thought himself capable of feeling for any woman.

He had no damn clue what drove him to get off his horse and take her this way, to make those demands of her body. But some primal instinct drove him to break her down for him and rebuild their trust again and again and again. It may be twisted. Fucked up, even. But until he figured out where this all ended, she had him in her spell.

“What did you just…do to me?” she whispered.

He brushed his lips across hers, back and forth, tasting her words. “I owned you for a minute.”

A shiver ripped through her.

“But why?”

He held her stare. “I don’t know, but don’t you want to do it all over again?”

His question brought a smile to her face and a soft gleam to her beautiful eyes. “I’m pretty sure this isn’t in the contract, Jaren.”

“I’m certain it’s not. I, for one, have never performed such a duty before.”

She rested a palm on his chest over his thundering heart. “Never?”

“Never.” His voice came out as a croak.

They stared at each other a beat longer before he shimmied her jeans back up her hips and helped her to her feet. While she adjusted her clothing, he nudged his stiff cock into a less painful position. Fuck, he wanted her in all ways and all the time. Whatever just took place between them rocked him just as much as her.

He held her horse for her to mount and then circled to his own. Riding with a hard-on like steel wasn’t the most comfortable, and there was no hope of his cock going down—not with Trinny casting him looks like that.

Neither spoke all the way up the mountain. It wasn’t steep but zigzagged in the climb. When they reached the small clearing he only knew about from his teammates who’d been here, he stopped and slid off his horse.

Trinny remained in the saddle, looking around in awe.

His heart flexed in his chest. God, she was stunning and so much more.

He unbuckled his saddlebag and pulled out a paper bag.

“What are we doing?” she asked.

“Having a picnic.”

“A…” She landed beside him. “Picnic?”

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