Clay: Armed and Dangerous (22 page)

“Are you going to be a good girl now?” He rubbed his hand over the cheeks that still
stung from that last swat.

“Bastard,” she muttered, and then gasped as he spanked her again.

“Do you need another reminder?” His voice thrummed with arousal, his erection pressing
against her belly, and she knew he was as worked up as she was. “Or are you going
to apologize for misbehaving?”

“Why should I—” Her words died in her throat as he swatted her. Oh, God, she had to
come. She was so damn close.

“Well?” Clay rubbed her ass cheeks, then moved his hand down to cup her sex and just
held it there.

The bastard. He knew what he was doing to her.

Rylie swallowed. “I-I’m sorry.”

He cupped his hand tighter, but didn’t do anything more, didn’t do what she needed
him to. “And?”

“I promise I’ll be good.” Rylie squirmed on his lap. “Clay.
Please.
”

Clay slapped her ass again, the stinging sensation going straight to her core. Even
as she cried out, he slipped a couple of fingers into her folds and thrust into her.
“You feel good. I’ve got to have you.”

“Yes.” Rylie’s thoughts whirled, her body so close to the edge. Clay flicked her aching
center with his thumb, and all it took was one time to send her straight over the
cliff.

She shrieked and clenched her thighs tight around his hand, her body jerking against
his thighs. A dizzy sensation swirled through her, magnified by being upside down
for so long.

Some part of her recognized that Clay was removing the scarf that bound her hands.
Her body continued to throb from her orgasm as he massaged her wrists, and then she
felt him tugging on the tie to the scarf around her eyes and freeing it before rolling
her over and cradling her in his arms. Her heart necklace slid back down around her
neck, feeling cool against her skin.

Rylie blinked up at the incredibly handsome man that held her tight. “I owe you, big
guy,” she murmured.

“Oh?” His slow sexy grin sent more tingles all through her. “Do I need to spank you
again?”

She moved her hand up to his face and cupped his cheek, rubbing her palm against his
stubble. “It’s my turn, Sheriff.”

“Uh, no.” He shook his head. “I can’t say that I’d let you spank me.”

Rylie smiled. “That’s not what I had in mind. Now let me up.” Clay slid her off his
lap and helped her to stand on the bisque- colored throw rug beside the bed, her skirt
settling back down over her ass. He moved behind her and rubbed her shoulders and
arms, probably realizing that they ached from having her hands tied behind her back
for so long. She sighed and leaned against him, enjoying the feel of his strong fingers
working her muscles.

“This room is beautiful.” Her gaze moved from the antique dresser and chest of drawers
to the four-poster bed complete with curtains in a rich shade of cream. Long twisted
silk ropes, complete with tassels, tied back the curtains.

Rylie turned in Clay’s arms, slid her hands up his shirt and linked her fingers behind
his neck. “I like it.” With an impish grin she moved one hand up to his Stetson and
pushed it off his head so that it landed on the floor with a soft thunk. “But right
now, all I want to do is make love to you on that gorgeous bed.” Clay’s eyes were
dark and heavy-lidded with desire. “I certainly hate to keep a lady waiting.”

He started to bring his lips to hers, but Rylie put her palm over his mouth. “You
had your fun. Now it’s my turn.”

Clay raised an eyebrow, wondering what his little wildcat was up to. He wanted her
so bad it was all he could do to hold himself back from throwing her on that bed and
completing his fantasy.

Her palm was soft against his lips, and he brought his hand to hers, holding it tight
as he stroked his tongue against the soft skin.

Rylie groaned, her eyelids fluttering. She placed her other hand against his chest
and pushed. “Fair’s fair, Sheriff Wayland.”

He smiled and released her, but clenched his jaw as she pulled open the snaps of his
Western dress shirt, then rubbed her palms up his bare chest, an intent expression
on her face. She pushed the shirt away from his shoulders, eased it off his arms,
and tossed it to the side.

The smile on her face was wickedly erotic as she leaned forward and licked his nipple.
Clay sucked in his breath at the feel of her wet tongue flicking across the tight
nub and the sprinkling of hair around it. Her hands continued to explore him, stroking
his chest and abs, down to the waistband of his slacks and back up again. She moved
her mouth to his other nipple, giving it the same treatment, drawing out his torture.

Clay leaned his head back and groaned as he brought his hands up to Rylie’s slim hips
and cupped her ass, pressing her tight to his erection.

“Not so fast, mister.” She trailed lazy strokes with her tongue down his chest, pushing
her butt back against his hands.

He sucked in his breath as she nipped at the skin around his belly button, then flicked
her tongue inside. The sensual feeling added fuel to his hunger for her, and he clenched
his hands in the soft material of her skirt.

“Ah-ah-ah.” Rylie’s hands moved to his belt buckle as she looked up, her chocolate
eyes meeting his. “Get your paws off.”

“Don’t mess with me, woman,” he practically growled at her. He felt raw and wild,
ready to take her like an untamed beast.

“Behave.” She undid his belt buckle and then unbuttoned his fly, her knuckles brushing
his erection as she worked the zipper down. His cock jerked against her touch and
a naughty smile curved her lips.

At her direction, Clay kicked off his boots and peeled off his socks. Rylie pushed
his dress slacks down around his ankles and then whisked them aside when he stepped
out of them.

Her fingers lightly skimmed over him as her teasing gaze met his. “Lie down on the
bed.” She ran her tongue over her lower lip. “Now, Sheriff.”

He was at her mercy, and he wasn’t about to argue. He eased onto the curtained four-poster
bed and laid flat on his back, his hands behind his head, his erection practically
standing straight up as he watched Rylie remove her own clothing.

When she was naked, she scooped up the black scarf from the hardwood floor, where
he’d dropped it earlier, then climbed onto the bed and straddled him.

Clay eyed the scarf that she’d draped across his chest. “Planning to blindfold me?”

“Nah.” She gave him a wicked smile. “I’ve got something a little different in mind.
Now give me one of your arms.”

He raised an eyebrow, but did as she asked. As she scooted off his chest, his mouth
watered as he watched the jiggle of her small, perfect breasts, and her beautiful
shaved sex. She pulled a silk cord from one bedpost by the headboard, releasing the
curtain so that the bed was partially enclosed by frothy white material.

Obviously a woman who knew her knots, she quickly tied the end of the cord around
his wrist, brushing his skin with the tassels. She then stretched his arm out and
secured the opposite end of the rope to the bedpost.

“Uh, Rylie?” He frowned, not sure if he should give her the opportunity to tie him
up again. Well, the last time he’d been handcuffed. “What’s going on in that pretty
little head of yours?” She’d already moved to the opposite bedpost and was repeating
the same process with his other wrist. “Shush.”

Clay lightly pulled against his bonds and found that she’d done a damn good job of
it. He thought she was finished, but the next thing he knew, she was releasing the
curtain at the footboard and securing the silk rope around his ankle, and then to
the bedpost. She removed the last rope and then the curtains completely enclosed the
bed, making it seem even more intimate.

He took deep breaths, watching her ass as she bent over. The urge to claim her was
almost more than he could take.

When she finished tying him completely spread-eagle, she knelt between his thighs
and smiled. “I think I like having you at my mercy, Sheriff.” She wrapped her fingers
around his length and rubbed her thumb over the top, then kissed the aching tip. “Mm-
mmm. You taste like cream.”

“I need you, Rylie.” His blood was a fire licking through his body.

“After I have my way with you.” She reached for the black scarf still lying across
his chest, and slid the silken material down his chest to his groin.

A groan rumbled from his chest as she slowly caressed his skin, and then wrapped the
scarf around his raging cock. Her gaze was focused on his, studying him as he clenched
his jaw while she rubbed the silk up and down his rod. “Do you like that?”

He could hardly think straight at that point, and talking wasn’t real easy. “Honey.
You keep that up and you’re going to find out just how much.”

Rylie laughed, a husky sensual sound that caused the fire in his body to burn even
hotter. She unwrapped the scarf from his cock, then moved up to straddle his hips
again.

Good. She was about to put him out of his misery. “Untie me,” he demanded.

“Nope.” With an ornery grin she moved her lips to his and kissed him. When he tried
to deepen the kiss she pulled away. “I’m not finished with you yet.”

Clay was real tempted to yank against those silken ropes, but he didn’t want to ruin
them. If Rylie wasn’t careful though, he’d say screw it and just owe Naveah a new
set. He needed to get his hands on Rylie. Needed to possess her in every way possible.

She pressed her lips to his ear and gently nipped his lobe before moving to his neck,
licking and nipping him in light sensual bites. Her vanilla musk scent, and the smell
of her juices intoxicated him, made him feel almost uncontrollable lust.

“I love your taste.” She reached his chest and licked a path down the center. “I love
your smile.” She eased down his body, her mouth burning a trail as she went.

Her eyes met his as she grasped his erection in her palm. And then she slid her warm,
wet mouth over him.

“Damn, Rylie.” Clay fought to hold back, his muscles straining against his bonds.
“I can’t hold off much longer.”

The power she had over this man was heady and thrilling. Rylie wanted Clay so bad
she could almost scream, but she was enjoying this too much. Enjoying pleasuring him,
making him as crazy for her as she was for him.

She slid him from her mouth and then nuzzled the soft hair around the base. “I’ll
let you do what you want with me if you’re real good, Sheriff.”

“Untie me.” His voice sounded strained, his jaw tight and his muscles bulging.

“When I’m good and ready.” She cupped his sack in her hand and licked first one side,
and then the other.

“I’m about to ruin some nice ropes, honey.” His body jerked as she licked him from
base to head. “And I don’t think Naveah would appreciate it.”

“Wouldn’t want to do that.” She rubbed her breasts along his leg as she moved down
and released one ankle. “And besides, I’m ready for you.”

“Hurry up, woman,” Clay growled.

Rylie smiled as she eased back up his body until she was straddling him again. She
leaned forward, her nipples brushing his chest as she untied first one of his wrists
and then the other.

The moment he was free, Clay flipped her on her back so fast that her head spun. “Damn,
what you do to me.”

He lowered his head and captured her nipple in his mouth, licking and sucking it with
such pressure that she thought the sensation was going to make her melt. She buried
her hands in his thick hair, pressing him closer as he moved his mouth to her other
breast, nipping at it like something wild and untamed.

“Now, Clay.” She couldn’t stand it anymore. She had to have him inside her, filling
her.

“After I taste you.” He scooted down and pressed her thighs apart.

Rylie arched her back, a cry tearing from her lips as he laved her from top to bottom.
She clenched her hands tighter in his hair, writhing beneath his mouth. Her whole
body was burning for him and she felt like she might explode like a firecracker at
any moment.

Clay rose up so that he was propped above her and positioned his erection at the entrance
to her core. His mouth was wet with her juices, his eyes dark and sexy. “I love you,
Rylie Thorn,” he said, and then plunged into her.

She gasped at the intense sensation of him filling her. Knowing that he loved her
as much as she loved him magnified the pleasure of their lovemaking.

Lovemaking. Not just screwing, it was definitely making love.

His gaze remained focused on hers as he moved within her, his strokes slow and steady.
For once she didn’t need it hard and fast. She wanted it to last forever, to draw
out this perfect moment.

Clay thrust firmly inside her. “Come with me, honey.”

His words were like a visible stroke that shoved her over the edge just as his mouth
claimed hers. He thrust his tongue in and out of her mouth, drawing out her climax.

A shudder tore through him as he came, throbbing inside her. His body trembled against
hers, and then he rolled to his side, keeping himself snug inside her body, his mouth
fastened to hers.

Her husband kissed her and then pulled back to look at her with love in those sexy
green eyes. As she’d truly known all along, they were meant for each other. They would
never make the same mistakes her parents had made.

Their love was forever.

“I love you, Clay Wayland.” She smiled and pressed her forehead to his. “And don’t
you ever forget that.”

“Lawmen” series

By Cheyenne McCray

Almost absently, he rubbed his thumb along Tori’s delicate jawline while they both
remained quiet. He liked the way she fit in his arms. It felt…right.

It was the right time to tell her about what happened with Brian. Landon knew he should
do it now.

And then every good intention vanished as she tipped her face up to look at him. Her
eyelashes glittered from the remainder of her tears and her brown eyes seemed even
darker than normal. As their gazes met and held, he didn’t think he’d ever be able
to look away from her again. She drew him to her in so many ways and he was helpless
to stop himself from wanting to get closer to her.