Page 27 of They Will Fall

“Watch out!” I shout, but I’m too late.

She trips over a cardboard box and falls backward, immediately jumping back up and dusting herself off. “I’m okay,” she blurts out.

My face falls into my hands and I massage my temples. “Girl, you are a walking disaster.” When I lift my eyes, she’s walking back toward me with a rope—swinging it in the air like it’s a lasso.

“Wanna know what my favorite type of romance book is?” she asks, and I’m afraid to guess. “Small town cowboy. There’s something about a strong cowboy wrangling his girl.”

My eyebrows cave in, in wonder. “You wanna wrangle me?”

“Mmhmm.” She hums as she stands in front of me and pushes down her pants. She steps out of them, my eyes fixated on the space between her legs.

My gaze slides up to her chest when she drops her bra. “Fuck.” I growl. “Get that cute ass back over here.” I reach out and grab her, pulling her down to the floor with me.

I’m not sure I’ve ever seen Riley exude so much confidence. Now that I think about it, I haven’t seen her this happy in a while. She speaks so often about the girl she was before she shot the governor. How she was carefree and always smiling—the life of the party. I can see that now. It’s as if coming to this place allowed her to step out of the cage she put herself in. And all it took was facing her demons head-on.

On my knees, I pop the button on my jeans, and Riley careens into me until I’m on my back on the floor. “Let me,” she says insistently. She moves my hand out of the way and pulls my zipper down. Her eyes remain on mine, while she takes off my jeans and boxers.

My eyebrows rise and I bite the corner of my lip. “I like this side of you.”

“Oh yeah? What side is that?”

“You. Taking control like this. It’s sexy as hell.”

With her legs on either side of me, she leans down until her breath is a whisper in my ear. “Is that so…Daddy?”

I can’t help the smile that grows on my face. I wanna laugh, because it’s almost humorous hearing her speak that way, especially after we had an entire conversation about it. Her head lifts and I immediately notice the pink tinge to her cheeks as she rolls her lips together. “Wrong time?”

“Nah,” I tell her. “It was perfect.”

“Good. Now it’s my turn to fulfill my fantasy.” She reaches over and grabs the rope and her eyebrows do a little dance. She takes one of my hands and begins tying the rope around it.

“Baby? What are you doing?”

Her response is just a flirtatious grin, as she takes the other hand and brings both over my head, tying them together.

“I…don’t know about this,” I say, feeling a little unsure about the whole situation.

“A deal is a deal.”

“All right,” I drawl, “do what you gotta do. As long as you promise to sit that ass down on my cock.”

“I promise.” She messes with the rope a little more, and when I lift my wrists, I realize I’m bound to something. I lift my head and twist my neck to see that I’m tied to a metal pipe against the wall.

Riley slides back down until her entrance is lined up with my cock, then she sits down, just like she promised she would.

I inhale deeply, relishing how good it feels to be buried inside her tight pussy. “God, baby. You feel so good.”

“Uh-uh,” she tsks. “God has nothing to do with it, remember?” Then she cloaks her body with mine. “Unless you want me to be your goddess tonight?”

“Touché.”

Her hips roll as she rocks against me, taking the full length of my cock. Back arched, she presses two hands to my chest and her mouth falls open.

My wrists wriggle, trying to break free, because I need to touch her so badly. I try to lift my back off the floor so I can suck on her breasts, but I’m bound too tightly. “Fuck, baby. Untie me. I need to touch you, taste you, hold you.”

She shakes her head slowly as she increases the speed of her hips, pushing them back and forth on my rock-hard cock. Her eyes close, and her lips part as she drops her head back.

“Youarea fucking goddess.” I growl headily.

---