Laying Down the Law (8 page)

His cock surged against her hand, and she wrapped her fingers around his shaft, loving the steamy heat and the soft satin feel of the skin surrounding his steely hardness. She gave him a gentle stroke, strumming her fingers over his length.

A deep growl rumbled through his chest, and he slipped the hand on her breast around her hip to cup a buttock. “Don’t tease if you don’t mean to do something about it. I’m in a world of hurt here, Zuri.”

“And it’s my fault? All I was doin’ was sleepin’.”

“You breathed, baby. That’s all it takes.”

This time when he leaned in to kiss her, she didn’t demur. Her mouth opened, her tongue slipped out to lick his bottom lip, then slid inside. The moist warmth she found fanned the flames building in her core. “Colt?” she whispered against his mouth.

“Anything, baby. Say it.”

“Fuck me. Jesus, fuck me hard.”

Abruptly, he rolled, covering her chest to toes, his hard cock trapped against her belly. She would have opened her legs, welcomed him inside, but his knees settled at either side of her and kept her closed.

“That’s not how this works,” she said, angling her head to trace the edge of his strong, square jaw with her tongue.

His stormy-gray eyes glinted before he scooted down her body, moving quickly but not missing a spot as he licked and nipped his way down to her breasts.

And as she had learned long ago, her breasts might be small, but they contained all the necessary nerve endings. Already engorged, the hard points tingled as his tongue flicked, shooting sparks south to warm her core and release a wash of arousal that dampened her sex.

She wound her fingers tightly in his hair and pulled and scratched while shivers shuddered through her. Her head thrashed, her pelvis bucked.

When he bit her nipple, she screamed, creaming in an instant. “Colt, Colt…”

But Colt wasn’t ready to end her agony. He moved farther down, pressing kisses against the hollow of her belly, tonguing her belly button then her mound.

When he nudged apart her legs and settled between them, she nearly wept. She opened for him, sliding her heels up the mattress and letting her thighs fall to the side.

She let go of his hair and slid a hand between her legs, two fingers parting her folds and pulling up to expose her clit, begging silently for him to pay attention to her need.

Maybe he was in a generous mood because he didn’t make her wait. Hard lips surrounded the swollen nub and he began to suction.

Her body vibrated, her torso curling up. “So good. So good.”

Fingers thrust into her pussy. She widened her sprawled thighs again and began to pump shallowly, up and down, while she hummed with pleasure.

Colt twisted and swirled his fingers, fluttered the tip of his tongue against her sensitive knot. She was close. Nearly there
…

And he pulled away.

Sweating, she fell back, breathing like she’d run a race. “Not nice,” she gasped.

“Not finished,” he bit out. “Get up.”

Hard hands rolled her, gripped her hips and backed her up as she got her trembling arms beneath her. Before she even had a chance to brace herself, he was at her again. His head behind her, his teeth nibbling at her swollen cunt.

Breaths breaking apart like sobs, she lowered her back to tilt her ass higher, coming down on her elbows, sinking her head between her shoulders as he took all the power from her shaking frame.

Rough thumbs parted her folds and his tongue rimmed her entrance before dipping inside.

She tossed her head, hair feathering and sticking to her sweaty cheeks. “Yes!”

He withdrew, placed his large hands on her ass and spread her cheeks. His weight on the mattress shifted. The blunt, fat head of his cock butted against her entrance then pushed inside.

Zuri clutched her hair with one hand and pulled hard. Anything to distract her from the overwhelming pleasure.

Colt stroked inward, short measured thrusts that juiced her up.

She wriggled her bottom. “More, Colt. God, fuck me hard.”

He readjusted his hands and split apart her buttocks. Warm liquid dropped between her cheeks and fingers smoothed it down her crack to her tiny hole.

She shot up on her arms and aimed a startled glance behind her. “Colt?”

“My bed. My rules,” he said.

His gruff, hard tone added an edge of dangerous delight. Not ready to concede, she pushed back, trying to take his cock deeper into her body, and succeeding once, twice, before his fingers shocked her again.

A thick thumb rubbed her asshole, pressed and dipped inside.

A thick, garbled moan slipped from her throat.

“Like that, sweetheart? Want some more?”

She shook her head, but backed up again, dropping on her arms until her breasts touched the cotton sheet. Then his strokes pushed her forward and back, abrading her turgid nipples, filling her rippling channel. His thumb pulled free and two fingers slipped inside her, pumping in time with his deepening thrusts.

Beyond protesting now, she whimpered and shook, rocked by the strength of his motions and the wicked swirling of his fingers.

“I’ll take this ass. Someday soon.”

Relief made her sob. Not today. God, she didn’t think she could take it today. On sensory overload already, she melted to the bed, bottom suspended high by his strong hands and powerful thrusts. When he quickened his movements, she cinched around him, knowing he was close and wanting to feel his ecstasy explode with hers.

Fingers pulled from her ass, gripped the corners of her hips, then he slammed against her, the sound loud and wet, jolting her and making the bed thump against the wall.

Pleasure burst and Zuri screamed hoarsely, body stiffening, back arching, her arms burning as she thrust backward to meet his jarring thrusts.

Colt shouted, body going rigid behind her, and searing jets of come bathed her inner walls. He jerked against her, losing rhythm but still tunneling deep. He bent over her, hands sliding beneath to cup her breasts, and he pulled her up to sit against his lap, their bodies still joined as the last sweet convulsions ebbed away.

Sitting with his arms wrapped around her, hands fondling breasts, belly, lips grazing her neck and shoulder, Zuri floated in a sensual haze…happy, free… Something she hadn’t felt in a long, long time. “I love you,” she whispered.

He cupped her chin with his palm and turned her face. He slid his mouth over hers, gentle suction locking them together.

When their breaths slowed, their kiss turned softer. A blending of lips that rubbed and pushed, so sweet tears pricked her eyes.

Colt saw the shimmer in her eyes. He gripped her hair and kissed her temple. Then he brought them to the bed, his softening cock slipping from her slick channel.

She sighed, seemingly happy to be in his arms.

“Feel like ridin’ this mornin’?” he rumbled behind her.

“Thought we just did.”

He smiled into her hair. “Ride horses, sweetheart. Get some fresh air.”

Her head turned, eyes brightening with excitement. “I’d love to. But don’t you have to work?”

“Wade’s handlin’ things. Said he’d call if he hears anything.”

“You told him?” she asked, worry digging a line between her dark brows.

“Had to, Zuri. I have a supposed fugitive in my custody.”

“Did you tell him about the money?”

“No, and you’re not to worry about that. I have it locked away.”

Zuri drew back. “I should shower.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Nothin’ stoppin’ you.”

“Well, it’s broad daylight and…”

“Not shy are you? I know every curve of your body.”

“We were…busy. In the moment.” She wrinkled her nose. “This feels a little…premeditated.”

“I think I’m good.”

She crossed her eyes then scooted toward the edge of the bed, trying to drag the sheet with her, but he bunched it in his fist and held tight.

“Never knew you were a perv,” she huffed.

“Sure you did. It’s just one of my more endearing qualities.”

Zuri let go of the sheet and studied his expression. “You’re different today. You’re not as growly.”

He fingered the faint blue tracings of veins at her wrist. “I had a lot to take in yesterday.”

“You believe me?”

Her soft, hushed tone did things to him. Made his insides melt. “I’m trying.”

She lifted her chin. “Guess that’s more than fair. My story sounds like a tall tale, even to me. Can’t imagine how it sounds to you as a lawman. You must hear stories like mine all the time.”

“Not really,” he said with a wry smile. “This is Caldera. The most exciting things that happen around here are barroom brawls and cattle on the highway. You’ve certainly livened things up.” He pointed his chin toward the bathroom door. “Any time you’re ready.”

With a twist of her lips, she slipped from beneath the sheet and darted to the bathroom door, white cheeks jiggling.

Colt grinned until she closed the door. Reaching down, he adjusted his cock. If she’d bumped against it, she’d have known just how close she’d been to being under him again.

He flipped back the sheet and strode toward the bathroom door. The shower was running. The chuff of a toothbrush sounded. She must have found his spare in the drawer. When he heard the soft snick of the shower door, he tried the bathroom door handle.

She hadn’t locked it after herself. Maybe she wanted company. And even though they’d just made love, it wasn’t enough.

He slid inside, opened the shower door and stepped in behind her.

She glanced over her shoulder and grinned. “Wondered if you’d be able to resist. I saw you starting to tent the sheet again.”

He smoothed his hands around her waist and came up against her, letting his cock ride the crack of her ass. “My shower…”

“Your rules? Huh.” She handed him the shampoo and shook back her hair.

“And my rules say I get to wash every inch of your skin.”

“I would expect no other punishment.”

Not something they’d ever shared. A skinny dip in the river, yes, but never the luxury of soap in his hands, fingers deep in her dark hair. He kneaded her scalp, loving her soft sighs as ropes of lather slid down her pale skin. “Time to rinse,” he murmured.

“You’re good at this,” she said, groaning.

He felt a pang in his chest. If he didn’t get things figured out soon, they might not have a lot of time to figure out what else was good between them. “Sorry, no conditioner.”

“I’ll make do.”

“I’ll put together a list of things for Tommy or Gabe to pick up in town. I’ll add that.”

She glanced back. “Is it wise? If they see you buyin’ things for a woman, someone might get suspicious.”

“You forget. We have some pull in this town. If we ask folks to look the other way… Don’t worry about it. But I will need sizes.” He pushed her head beneath the stream of water and coaxed the soap from her hair. “All the shampoo’s gone. Want to hand me the soap?”

Zuri groaned. “It’d be so much quicker if you let me do this myself.”

“My shower…”

“Yeah, yeah.” She handed him the soap.

When he nudged the inside of her feet, she sighed, but braced them apart.

“Hands on the tiles.”

Her back straightened, but she did as he commanded, placing them flat against the slate tiles.

“Higher. No moving ’til I’m done.”

When he moved his soaped-up palms around to cup her breasts, she leaned her forehead against the tile. “Best pat-down
ever
.”

Zuri wasn’t lying. His callused palms did a number on her skin, roughing up her nipples as he massaged them in lazy, circular motions. Standing with her back to him, she couldn’t help jumping every time his cock touched her buttocks.

She was too aware of every movement, of the hot water sluicing down her skin, the warm breaths gusting in her ear. But especially the way his fingers were moving, kneading the sensitive globes, moving them around and around until her hips followed the same slow motions.

“You’re killin’ me, Colt.” Teeth nipped her ear and she shivered, curling up her shoulder but tilting her head the other way to let him slide his warm lips across her slick skin. “You’re gonna get a mouthful of suds.”

“Oh, I’m gonna get a mouthful.”

He moved his hands down, scrubbing over her ribs, her soft belly. A finger rimmed her belly button then trailed lower, sinking into the top of her folds.

Her pussy contracted, her ass tilted. She rubbed her buttocks against him until he gripped her hips and centered her for him to ride the split.

Then Colt went back to work, lathering her pussy, washing the creases between her labia and thighs, parting her folds to wash between. When the soap was gone and everything squeaky clean, he turned her.

Somehow, facing him, her breasts and pussy exposed, even though he’d had his fingers everywhere, she felt naked in a very fundamental way.