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  In my deranged state, I run to the passenger side of the cab, so have to dash around the front to the driver's. Just as I reach the door my arms are pinned flat to my side. A rope tightens around my chest until I'm held firm and then the load comes on the lasso and Shea pulls me toward him.

  “You big old bully,” I shout. “You can't rope me, I'm not one of your wild animals.”

  “You sure act like a little wild cat,” he says.

  “I haven’t done a thing.”

  I can barely talk from all kinds of frustration pummeling at my core. Being roped by Shea is the most exciting thing ever. As he reels me in, my anticipation rises to the peak until I feel ready to go over the edge from tingles and sparks flying all over me. And then I'm brought up short backing into Shea's chest wall.

  I whip around, ready to face him and give him a piece of my mind, but his fingers grip my chin to tip me up and his mouth crashes onto me. His tongue delves into me and tangles into mine, like he'd like to lick out every part of me. His other hand slides down my pinned arm to cup my butt cheek and lift my leg. My foot travels up his shin so my pussy lips come apart and grind against his thigh.

  I let out a needy moan into his mouth that elicits a guttural sound from Shea in return. He's dropped the rope so I loosen my bond and my hands are everywhere at once, tearing at him, finally getting my hands on the unbelievable solid bulge of every muscle. With his mouth all over me, I'm tugging at his belt buckle. I want him right now.

  “Not here,” he grits out.

  “Yes here.” I moan. “Here and now.”

  Chapter NINE

  Shea

  My chest wall forces her to back up the length of the truck, out of the light spilling from the bar. She's mine alone and no other fucker is going to steal a single glimpse of this delicious body. I want to take her somewhere pretty that she'll love, somewhere romantic.

  But that's talk crazy because there's no way we can break this. The heat pouring from both our bodies and crashing between us is off the scale. No way to slow it down now. She's tearing at my clothes, her little hands slamming against me, clenching me with her small finger points. She's coming undone with the need roaring through her.

  For me.

  Dallyce and her desire for me is more intoxicating than the strongest moonshine. My cock is adamant that we aren't walking away. I couldn't even if I wanted to.

  I push her against the side of the truck and my fingers go inside the opening at her cleavage and tear the tee shirt and soft push up bra cup down together so her perky, high breast is exposed. The flesh melts, both soft and firm into my hand. I immediately tug the aroused nipple between my strong lips and circles fast jabs of my tongue around the solid little pellet. I feel her little body, malleable in my big ol' hands and I want to squeeze it mercilessly, it's just so damn hot.

  “Oh god,” she wails with a shudder and daggers her fingers up through the waves at my neck, knocking my hat to the ground as she clamps my mouth deeper onto her.

  As she arches her back and pushes into me, I devour the creamy flesh and rip the material away from the other breast to mound it under a heavy palm.

  “Please, I can't stand it,” she whimpers. Her breath all ragged and hitching.

  I clasp the sides of her head, almost covering her with the size of my palms and capture her eyes in mine. I hold her there, the ravenous desire swilling between us as we catch some oxygen from the airless night. I feel her naked tits heaving up and down against my abs and it's too much to ignore. Her body is too much to hold. It needs to be roped and tamed. She needs to be tied down and savored.

  “Please,” she mewls. Her nails clawing at my back.

  With her head still clasped immovable, my mouth slams down on hers and she gasps inside me as I tongue fuck her harder than she's ever known, that's for darn sure.

  My dick is hammering out a fucking tattoo against the now skintight denim. I can't hold back from Dallyce much longer. I need to shove her thighs apart and ram my burning fucker all the way inside her before I detonate. But she's such a sweet parcel of delicious flesh to run my hands all over. If only I could relish the moment before feasting on her lush curves like a man starving to death.

  “You gotta start wearing skirts, pretty lady,” I grunt, before tearing her belt and zipper open.

  I shove my big hand inside the tight fucking denim, with her slapping at my chest and wringing my shirt in her hands. Finally I get the sweet hot flesh of her rump naked in my hand and it's the most delicious thing I've ever touched.

  “Delicious,” I grunt against her ear before biting the lobe and grazing my stubbled face down her throat.

  My hands slide down her decadent curves as I drop to my knees and drag the reluctant denim down her thighs.

  “Hold still there Wildcat,” I order her. And she stops writhing long enough that I can get her jeans down below her knees.

  “Fuck,” I curse. Her boots are tightly ensconced in the pants and it's gonna be a nightmare task getting her out of them.

  She's thrashing around and moaning out loud, voicing my own boiling emotion. I can't wait.

  “I need a taste of you right now,” I grit out.

  In that moment I pull her outer lips apart and expose the wet flesh, all glistening with her flowing juices. She's hot pink and pulsating with hunger and I have to thumb her further open before covering her clit with my mouth.

  She lets out a little squeal as I tongue down the folds. Lapping on either side of her clit and purposely avoiding the hard little triangle shoving itself at my cavern. Dallyce's fingers grind through my hair into my scalp as she tugs my face into her dripping pussy.

  “Hungry little thing aren't you?”

  “Starving,” she moans. “I need you so much.”

  Before she finishes chatting, I ram a fat finger into her tight pussy and she hauls a hard breath.

  “You’re so wet for me, my Angel,” I burr. “So fucking tight.”

  She grinds down on my finger in response, shoving me deeper into her. One hand clutches the flatbed for support, the other moves back and forth between pinching her pointing nipple and threading my hair to yank my face closer to her spread slit.

  “You're so fucking delicious,” I grit out as I watch her pussy pulsate on me, and then my second finger disappearing into her tight snatch. “That's it Angel, ride me hard.”

  It's almost decadent watching Dallyce circle her agile hips as she clenches and throbs on my fingers. Her sexy fucking tits bob and much as my dick wants to bury inside her and be tightly hugged by her wet pussy, it gets me seriously hot watching her unravel for me.

  I'm gonna make her come on my fingers before I suck up all the sweet juices pooled in her pussy mouth. Then I'm gonna get her out of these ridiculously tight boots and jeans. Only then can I lay her back on the flatbed, spread her thighs wide and ram myself between them.

  As I pump my fingers in her clenching pussy and picture my cock sliding in there in a matter of minutes, my balls bruise blue with anticipation for the sweetest pussy ever.

  I pound into her hole harder and when my tongue slides firmly across her bullet hard clit she clamps my head and wails.

  “I'm gonna come, Shea, Oh god, I'm gonna come.”

  The shrill sound of laughter that doesn't come from my girl halts my thrusting. My eyes fly up from the tastiest view in the whole universe to see Rafe and Modesty have emerged from the bar and are heading quickly toward the truck. With us right behind it.

  With my fingers still buried inside her, I pull Dallyce down on my lap. Her little hands envelop my chin to guide me onto her mouth and she kisses me hungrily as her pussy spasms around my fingers. She's still coming and we're still sitting right behind the truck as the ignition turns over and the engine roars into life.

  There's not time to do anything but kick off on the ball of my foot to spin us around so my back is closest to the vehicle. If by chance Rafe has had one too many and throws the truck in reverse, it'll hit me and not m
y Dallyce. I'll always be here to come between her and anything that might hurt her.

  Chapter TEN

  Dallyce

  As the truck pulls away I feel thrust after thrust of glorious warmth press against the lining of my skin as my pussy convulses through endless climax right on Shea's hand.

  “Oh my god, you feel so good inside me.”

  “I feel good being inside you,” he burrs into my hair.

  I want to go on. I want to say I need his huge cock inside me. I want him buried inside me balls deep, except I’m completely undone. I just had the sexiest man ever on his knees licking me out while his giant thick fingers fucked me.

  I know the next thing would have been him tossing me onto the bed of the truck, taking out that amazing massive cock and thrusting it into my aching pussy. Stretching me open further than I've ever been. If only we hadn't been interrupted.

  Now he's kneeling in the grit, fully clothed, with me sitting on his lap. My tits are exposed, my jeans around my knees, impaled on his fingers while I came for him. It is without doubt the hottest thing I've ever imagined let alone experienced.

  And I can't keep my hands off him. I love the strong cut jaw with its icing of rough stubble in my palms. I massage his skin lightly as I maneuver his mouth back onto mine and lick him, tasting myself on his lips. The mixture of his manly thick lips and my stickiness is divine. Meant to be. We're made for each other.

  “Still hungry, Angel?” he moans into my hair as I undulate on his fingers and grind my tits into the delicious hard pec bulge.

  “I want you. I can't stop until I have your cock inside me.” I won't stop begging until he gives me his beautiful prick. “Please Shea, you have no idea how much I need you now.”.

  “Oh, I reckon I have a pretty damn good idea, Angel.”

  Shea slides his fingers out of me and brings them up to his curved lips before ravaging them with his tongue.

  “You really are the sweetest thing in heaven,” he burrs, when he's lapped up all my sparkling pussy juice.

  Then he places his fingertips on my lower lip and again gifts me the sensual flavor of his mouth mixed with my pussy. I clasp his hand with my two smaller ones as I slowly run my tongue around his solid calloused digits. He's given me everything, focused solely on my pleasure taking nothing for himself. All I can think of is giving back, which is really another pleasure for me. To try to take all that massive cock in my mouth, before feeling him stretch my pussy further than I think she can go, is my sole reason for living right now.

  “I need you,” I repeat, pleading. “Please.”

  “I need you too, but now I have to get you back to the ranch.”

  He drags my jeans up my thighs as far as they'll go.

  “Lift,” he commands and I do, long enough that he gets my swollen dripping pussy mostly covered up.

  I offer him a little pout which he nips at, then hooks his arms around my underside. I feel the muscles in his thighs power up as he raises the weight of both of us effortlessly from the ground. My god, I have never known such a steel strong man. All man.

  “No. let those two go. I want to stay with you,” I implore as I hook my arms around his neck and trail little kisses at his mouth which he returns.

  I can't stop running my lips across his musky male skin. I want every part of him with an insatiable thirst. Am I really this desperate for cock or is it Shea doing this to me? As if I don't know the answer to that.

  “So seated or bound for the posse?” he asks with a demonic grin, when we reach his tall, patient horse.

  “You wouldn't,” I say, shocked but laughing.

  “Tie your wrists behind you then have you face down across my lap with your bare butt cheeks there for the taking? I can't imagine anything finer. Or fucking sexier.”

  I color slightly pink as I smile up at him. Having a man appreciate my body so totally makes me wetter than ever.

  When he puts his hands around my hip bones I shudder with anticipation. But he lifts me onto Cinders' back, directly on her warm, glossy coat, in front of the saddle. Then after replacing the water bowl and untying her reins, he places one foot in the stirrup and with a wide curve of his powerful thigh, he's seated behind me.

  “Comfy?” he asks, after settling me so I'm nestled into his chest, his raised bicep a pillow for my head.

  I nod, both insanely happy and miserable at the same time.

  “Then why the pout?”

  “I don't want to go home yet. I want to be with you.”

  Did he give me what I want just to get rid of me? A cowboy taking his fun but without giving me everything I need of him.

  “Angel, they got wise to your escapade. Your chaperone is on the warpath.”

  “For chrissake,” I roll my eyes, desperately irritated by being treated like a kid on a school trip.

  But I'm distracted from my rant by Shea's hand cupping my breast and rolling the nipple between his thumb and fingers.

  “You're gonna leave your shirt open and your tits exposed for me like that, I'm gonna figure you want them caressed,” he growls against my ear.

  “I do. I want your hands on me constantly.”

  “I'll remember to keep that in mind,” he says with a tweak to my aching pellet.

  I can't stop smiling. So much my cheeks and jaw start to ache. He agreed to put his hands on me constantly, whenever the opportunity arises. I'm just bothered by the fact that there are only a few more days until the rodeo weekend is over and then I'll be moving on with the other stampede princesses. Constantly will be over.

  Damn.

  Shea walks Cinders home as slow as the powerful steed can manage. She seems to be chomping at the bit as much as I am. And I can tell Shea is too. He returns every one of my kisses. Our mouths are tangled and locked for almost the entire journey. Luckily the horse seems to know the route well.

  The bulge in Shea's pants remains enormous and throbbing the entire time he fondles and pinches my tits, holding Cinders' reins in one hand. In complete control of both his girls.

  I'm praying that Nissa will have gotten bored of waiting up for my return and gone to bed. Not because I care about a scolding but because I'm plotting in my head, some way to wrangle myself into Shea's bed for the night.

  My luck finally runs out when we ride up to the ranch house and the chaperone leaps out of the porch rocker the instant she sees us. She's oddly dressed in an almost transparent negligee set. My eyes fly to Shea but I'm relieved he's not even looked at her.

  His huge thigh arcs around Cinders' flanks to dismount, then he lifts me down from her back with a secret squeeze. One of his polite and humble lifts of his hat and he walks away without giving her a single glance.

  “Straight to bed,” she snaps at me, but I'm already through the front door and floating up the stairs.

  Chapter ELEVEN

  Shea

  “Whaddaya got to say about that, Girl?” I chat with Cinders like always, as I remove her bridle and smooth down her coat.

  The horse lets out a snort that I take as approval. She knows as well as me it's been way too fucking long since I had a woman in my bed. And longer since I had one in my life. Not that I can think of Dallyce in that way. Which is what makes this whole shebang even more indecent.

  She's leaving in a couple of days and it's unlikely our paths will ever cross again. It feels all wrong to take her for a quickie or two and say goodbye.

  “It's more than wrong,” I tell Cinders. “But I'm glad you're not jealous.”

  There have been times that my horse has steered me away from some woman I've met. Letting me know by turning her head away or even snapping at one that I later discovered was a real user. It's true what they say about animals having an inner vision or sixth sense. And Cinders has been closer to me than anyone.

  As I cross the yard from the stables to my house, I'm certain I must be walking with the cowboy's bow-legged strut, my balls are so swollen. For the second night in a row, I sprawl flat on my back acro
ss the bed and stroke the desire to ravage Dallyce out of my burning dick.

  No sooner has my climax subsided than she's on my mind again. Nothing will substitute for being hugged and milked by her tight pussy. I need to be inside of her, all the way deep inside her and claiming her as mine.

  But how fucking long is that going to satisfy me? I get the idea that once is never going to be enough. Once I've made her mine, I'm not going to be able to lift my hat as she heads down the dusty trail. It may be nuts, but as soon as I claim her, there's no way I'm letting her go.

  I'm up at five and after grabbing some chow, I saddle up Cinders again to head out and check the herd. Some of the guys took to working with the fancy stud horses Boss bought when Chloe came back from Europe, demanding her father add a dressage paddock to the ranch. She wanted to make some swanky school where people could come for vacations and shit.

  “You in trouble with Abe after last night?” I ask, when Rafe gallops up on Pegasus, a massive shit-eating grin spread across his face.

  “Nah, why would I be?”

  “For leading the princesses into sin and McDools.”

  “The chaperone hawk was a bit miffed when we got back but she sweetened up. You stole the other one away before she got herself in trouble.”

  His smirk widens and I get the sudden urge to slam my fist into it.

  “Nothing happened with the little one,” he continues, still as smug. “Though she's damn sweeter than cherry pie.”

  “You should have watched out for them. You were so absorbed with Cherry Pie, you let Dallyce get in a mess up.”

  “She's a big girl.”

  “The woman needed your protection. You let me down.”

  “You got to ride in and save the day. No need to get all het up over nothing.”

  I heel Cinders' flanks and take off at a gallop, getting away before I deck him. Rafe and I are buddies but sometimes he loses his shit when a cute woman rides across his horizon. The fact that he wasn't keeping an eye on Dallyce's safety has me pissed as hell. The guy at the pool table wasn't much of a threat but just the way he was ravaging her with his eyefuck gaze got me riled up as a bull in a pen seeing a hundred red flags.