Redneck Romeo (Rough Riders) (19 page)

Lost in the sensual haze, Rory buried her face in his neck and sighed.

“You tired?” he asked.

“Mmm-hmm. You wore me out.”

He seemed content with that. He continued to mess with her hair. Brushing it from her face. Running his fingers through the long strands. Wrapping it around his palm. While his mouth teased her skin and the heat from his body warmed her.

“Every part of you is so perfect.” He nuzzled the back of her head. “Perfect,” he repeated. “I can’t get enough of you. And jungle girl, I need to know if that’s gonna be a problem for you.”

“I’m not sure I understand what you mean.”

“Now that we’ve started this—” his warm breath floated across her nape,“—there’s no goin’ back. I won’t be able to keep my hands off you, now that you’re finally mine.”

Mine? “Dalton—”

“I ain’t gonna lie. I was obsessed with you before this. And now…” He placed a soft kiss below her ear. “I want you again. And again. And again. Maybe you should rest while you can.”

She laughed. But part of her knew Dalton wasn’t joking.

Chapter Thirteen

Dalton awoke to feel Rory’s instep sliding up and down the inside of his calf. Her skin was so smooth. His was so rough. She must’ve liked the sensation because she kept doing it.

No sunshine peeked through the blinds. The world beyond this bed would be cold and bleak. Filled with that colorless wintery gray light.

But in here…he had the warmth of Rory’s body against his. He saw the creamy color of her flesh against the white sheets. Her silken hair teased his skin. Her scent both stirred and soothed him.

Yes, in this bed, he had everything he’d ever wanted.

So he’d be happy to lie here with her all day.

Rory raised her arm above her head and arched her body into a long stretch. “I like this snuggly side of you, Dalton.”

“That right?”

“Uh-huh. It’s unexpected.” Her fingernails dug into the back of his neck. “But I really liked the fuck-me-until-I-screamed side of you too.”

He chuckled. “Good to know.”

She wiggled her backside into his groin. “Is that for me, or just morning wood?”

“Only one way to find out.”

“Ooh. A challenge. Let’s see if you’re up for it.” Rory rolled her hips and ground her ass into his cock. All the while running her foot up and down his leg and keeping her hand on the back of his neck.

Goddamn she was sexy as fuck first thing in the morning.

“Aurora,” he murmured beside her ear. “If you don’t wanna start this day out with a bang, you’d better stop givin’ me a horizontal lap dance.”

“Lap dance?” She let loose an evil little chuckle. “Another time. But I do want you to bang me like a drum, McKay. Right now.”

“Bend forward for a sec.”

Dalton reached behind him until his fingers connected with the strip of condoms on the nightstand. He tore one off and managed to roll it on with one hand.

She started to back into him.

He stilled her movement. His mouth connected with the sweep of her neck. “I fucking love your nails digging into me. Stay like that and grab the headboard with your other hand.”

“Is that your way of warning me to hold on?”

“It’s my way of telling you to do what I ask.” He slipped his left arm under her as she reached up.

Spooned against him, with both her arms above her head, Rory was completely accessible to whatever he wanted to do to her. He ran the tips of his fingers from the inside of her elbow down to the outside of her knee.

She shivered.

He kept the caresses lazy, but thorough. He loved the softness of her body and how, as he heated her up, that supple skin released its own sweet musk. On the next pass he tasted the long line of her neck from behind her ear to the ball of her shoulder.

Rory angled her head, giving him complete access.

That tiny sign of surrender made him growl with pure male satisfaction.

“You’re acting so patient and then you make that noise…” She shivered. “It’s hot.”

Dalton cupped her breast with his other hand and gently rolled her nipple the same time his mouth found her ear. His lips followed the outline to the lobe where his teeth took over.

“How can you do so many things at once?” she asked breathlessly. “Feels like you have two sets of hands on me… Oh, yeah, I like that.”

He blew in her ear again. The next pass he pinched her nipple hard the same time he sucked on her earlobe.

“Dalton!”

Not a protest. More like a plea.

“How hard would you come if I pinched your clit like that?”

She moaned.

“Answer me.”

“I-I don’t know. I’ve never tried it.”

“Mmm,” was all he said as he returned his focus back to her. Completely on her. Stroking her belly. Her collarbones. The impressive valley of her cleavage.

Rory writhed with every caress.

By the time Dalton finally slid his hand down her belly to toy with her clit, she was panting. Thrashing. Begging.

“Please. Touch me.”

“Baby, I
have
been touchin’ you. That’s what I want you to understand.” He nuzzled her cheek. “It won’t ever just be insert dick into hole between you and me. I’ve waited too goddamned long for you.”

“Then I’d think you’d be more eager to fuck me.”

He chuckled. “I have more patience than you know. Goading me won’t test it.”

“What will test it?” Rory turned her head and pressed her mouth to his jaw, running her tongue across the stubble. “Your cock in my mouth?”

“Sugarplum, I’m so lookin’ forward to you takin’ that test.” He snared her mouth in a brutal kiss even as his hands remained gentle.

Then he lifted her leg up and over his, prodding her pussy with the head of his cock. But he didn’t push it in. His middle finger dipped into the wetness and he stroked her clit. He broke the kiss to say, “Come for me.”

“Gotta do that faster.”

“No. Like this.”

Rory’s nails bit into the back of his neck. “Faster. Please.”

“Let it pull you in.” His mouth drifted from one spot on her body to the next. “Don’t force it.”

“I want to force it.”

“Focus on how good it feels. How wet you are.”

“You make me wet. Never feels this good when I touch myself.”

Dalton started pinching the fleshy folds of skin surrounding her clit. Then he’d rub. Grind his finger down and return to that subtle rubbing. The next pinch was a little more forceful. Lasted a little longer.

Rory moaned louder, bumping her pelvis into his hand. She turned her head until their lips met in an openmouthed kiss.

He rubbed the slippery skin together. Then in the moment when her body went rigid, he pinched her clit hard.

She started coming immediately. He had to break the kiss and watch her because she was so fucking hot when she came.

Stroking that pouting piece of flesh in time to the pulses caused her to shudder. He continued to slide his thumb back and forth to keep her primed.

Then Dalton impaled her with one deep stroke.

Rory’s cunt clamped down on his shaft, threatening to pull him under and turn him into a two-pump chump. But he held on, held off, not pushing in fully on every snap of his hips.

“Dalton,” she panted against his neck. “Don’t hold back with me. I came first.” She rubbed her lips in the morning stubble on his cheeks. “Let go.”

He lifted her leg higher and pounded into her wet heat. Over and over until that moment when he needed more. That extra something…

Rory’s fingers dug into his neck as she pulled his head down. She whispered, “Now come for me,” in his ear and tightened her pussy around his shaft.

That was it. Dalton came so fucking hard he saw stars. He came so fucking hard he might’ve shouted. He came so fucking hard he might’ve sworn his love for her. But then again…he might’ve come in silence; he couldn’t hear shit over the roaring in his ears and the blood pounding in his head.

Soft fingers sifted through his hair. He opened his eyes.

His beautiful Aurora was smiling at him. A little shyly, yet with that smug female tilt to her lips.

He pecked her on the mouth. “Damn good way to start the morning.”

“I agree.”

Dalton kissed her again, this time on her knee before he lowered it to the bed. “Be right back.” He headed to the bathroom and ditched the condom. When he returned to the bedroom Rory was getting dressed. “Are we doin’ something today? Or are you goin’ home?”

“I have to go check on my dog. What are you doing?”

“Probably oughta start painting the yellow submarine room.”

She fastened her bra. “Do you want help?”

“Really? You’d help me? On your day off?”

“Sounds like more fun than sitting on the couch studying government regulations for hours on end, wondering what the cool kids are doing.”

“You should know since you were one of the cool kids.”

“In what universe? I was considered the prickly kid because of my shyness.”

“You were never shy with me.”

“That’s because you always got me, McKay. I never had to pretend with you.” A strange look entered her eyes, as if she was embarrassed she’d admitted that.

“You always got me too, Aurora.” He tucked a hank of hair behind her ear. “So yes, I’d love to spend the day with you. Even watching paint dry would be fun with you.”

She smooched his mouth. “I swear, you say the most romantic things even when you’re not trying to be romantic.”

“But I do have one favor to ask.”

“One night in the sack and he’s already asking me for favors.”

“My family is havin’ a thing tonight and I’d like you to go with me.”

“Like all the McKays? Or just your branch?”

“Just my branch.”

“I’ll think about it.”

“Are you sure this is a good idea? Me crashing a family dinner?”

He kissed the back of her hand. “It’s the best idea ever. I know what you’re thinkin’. But I’m not bringing you along because I didn’t want to go by myself. We are a couple. And next weekend, if you want, we can do the family thing with your mom and Gavin.”

After all the remarks she’d made to her mom about the McKays—okay, one McKay in particular—how many times would her mother do the I-told-you-so dance if she said…
guess who’s coming to dinner
?

About ten thousand.

“Besides, you’ve known my family forever,” Dalton pointed out.

“I’ve known
you
forever. I’ve met your brothers. You talked about them. But that doesn’t mean I know them. Or their wives.”

“Jessie and Georgia are sweet. You’ll get along with them just fine.”

Why did men always say that? Since it was rarely the case?

Dalton turned on a rutted gravel road. Several ranch buildings came into view including an old wooden barn and a newer pole barn. The house looked different than she remembered.

“Do you know I was never in your house when we were kids?”

He turned off the ignition. “I never brought any of my friends home. Not that I was embarrassed by the house, but the thought of how Casper might act to my friends in the house.”

“It looks nice.”

“It’s a helluva lot nicer now that Brandt and Jessie live here. Casper wouldn’t spend the money to fix the place up.”

Rory squinted at the license plate of the car in front of them. “Is your mother here too?”

“Yep. She probably brought Landon. I haven’t seen him since he was the ring bearer.”

As they walked up to the front door, Rory shivered.

Of course, Dalton caught it. He moved in front of her. His warm, callused hands cupped her face. “Hey. If you’re not all right with this we just stop in for fifteen minutes and say we have other plans. That ain’t a lie. I do have big plans for you tonight, Aurora.”

He snared her mouth in a kiss. A perfect kiss.

A squeaking hinge sounded behind them.

“Seriously? Making out on the steps? Get in here.”

Dalton’s lips curved, ending the kiss. He faced Brandt. “You remember Rory.”

Brandt rolled his eyes. “Of course I remember her. Glad you could join us. Come on in.”

“Thanks.” She tried to tug free of Dalton’s hand but he held on firmly as he led her inside.

They were immediately surrounded by kids and adults.

Rory considered crawling into the coat closet until a small boy jumped out of it with a loud, “Rowr!” She screamed. Which caused the boys to laugh as they raced away.

“Sorry about that,” Jessie said. “Scaring the bejeezus out of everyone is Tucker’s latest thing. We hope he outgrows it. Soon.”

“By then Wyatt will’ve learned to do it,” Dalton said.

“Dalton McKay, bite your tongue,” Jessie warned.