As I slipped a finger inside her, starting up a slow, steady rhythm, her eyes shot open, locking with mine. My desire blazed, like the flames of a fire. Dear Lord, I wanted her.
With my free hand, I pushed up her t-shirt and kissed a path up to the swell of one of her breasts before finding the nipple and teasing it. She arched beneath my touch on instinct. A breathless whisper of, “more,” falling from her lips.
Damn, she was fucking sexy.
I inserted a second finger, picking up the pace and earning more sweet sounds from her. Curses and hisses and moans. Her eyes rolled shut, her hands splayed flat on either side of the table, her manicured fingernails curling and whitening as they tried and failed to grip something.
I loved that I could do this for her. Loved that my touch sent her shuddering. That my kisses made her melt. That my hand made her beg for more. She made me feel wanted, needed in a way I’d neverknown before. I wanted to give her more. My time, my attention. Whatever she wanted.
A sound akin to a shotgun boomed through my living room as the front door burst open, with none other than Cash lingering in the doorway. I startled, my hands ceasing their movement, my eyes settling on him across the way.
“Who’s ready to celebrate? I know Cheyenne’s ready for a—oh shit!”
Cash’s gaze clashed with mine, surprise written all over his face. Before he could say anything, I pointed toward the door. “Get the hell out, Cash.”
He recovered quicker than I expected, a mischievous smirk drawing on his lips. “Where the hell was my invi—” His head cocked to the side, realization dawning on his features. Pure, innocent excitement shone in his hazel gaze. He all but bounced up and down with exuberance. “You…you fuckin did it. You talked!”
“Yes, he can talk again, idiot, can you shut up?” Cheyenne snapped, speaking for the first time since this whole thing started. Her cheeks blazed red, but there was no embarrassment in the tone of her voice. “We’re busy. So, get the hell out of here.”
“He’s…” Cash’s gaze met mine once more. “Your’re…you’re fuckin talkin’.”
“Cash,” I replied, “Get out.”
He made no move to leave, even went so far as to lean against the doorway, crossing his arms over his chest and one foot over the other. “She really fucked the words right outta ya, didn’t she?”
“Cash!” Cheyenne half shrieked, half growled. “Get the fuck out. Now!” She reached for one of the candles on the dining room table and hurled it at him. He caught it easily, that shit-eating grin pulling somehow wider on his lips.Bastard.
“You sure you don’t need my help, I can give a few—”
“Get the hell out!” Cheyenne and I shouted at the same time. With a final chuckle, Cash closed the door behind him. She sagged back onto the wooden tabletop, her hands shooting up to cover her face. She shook beneath me, and for a moment I thought she was crying until soft muffled laughter bubbled out of her.
“You really need to start lockin’ the damn door,” she said, wiping her hands down her face to look up at me.
It was only then I realized I still had two fingers inside her. Ignoring her words, I leaned down, pressing a long, slow kiss to her lips, working up a steady rhythm once more. She melted into my touch, any remnants of shock or annoyance vanishing.
“He’d just find another way in,” I murmured, pulling back to look at her.
She dragged me back down, her lips finding mine once more as she murmured, “less talking, more fucking.”
It was the only invitation I needed.
Her hands clawed at my pajama pants, tugging them down and exposing my cock—hard and ready once more.
She let me fuck her on the table. Let me hook her ankles up around my neck and fuck her till she came apart on my cock. Andwhen I bent her over the table, plowing into her from behind until the oven timer went off, she didn’t even bat an eye.
“Let it burn,” she murmured, as I rained kisses and nips down her neck as I veered closer the edge.
The food did burn…but I ate every damn bite gladly in the end.
Cash had way toomuch fun telling everyone about mine and Cheyenne’s little hook up the next day. Thankfully, the fact that I was talking again was more of a shock than my actual actions, so that was the main gossip at the rodeo.
“You ready?” I asked, coming up behind Cheyenne and hooking my arms around her middle. She leaned into the embrace, even as she continued to check on Country Road’s tack.
She nodded and spun around to face me. “I feel a little dizzy today, and I have this crazy migraine, but I’m ready.”
I frowned. “You sure you’re okay?”
She nodded, reaching up on tiptoe to plant a soft kiss on my lips. “I’ll be fine, cowboy.”
