Redneck Romeo (Rough Riders) (30 page)

Dalton smiled the wolfish gleam that turned the delicious curl of want inside her into a raging inferno.

“Stop that,” she hissed. “I am not gonna crawl on your cock and ride you like a pony.”

“Shame. Do I have other options?” He drained the champagne and poured more.

“Such as?”

“Watching you masturbate.”

“Right here, right now?”

“Yep.”

“Are you drunk?” she demanded.

“Nope.”

Rory cocked her head. “Suppose I did spread my legs and slip my fingers into my cunt to get myself off. You’d still be hard and horny. How would you benefit?”

Dalton plucked up her hand and rubbed the tips of his fingers on his lips. “The benefit for me is that you did what I told you. You have no idea how much I love watching you come. It’s even better—” he kissed her fingertips, “—and hotter when you do it for me.”

“Dalton, the list of things I won’t do with you or to you or have you do to me is pretty short. But I draw the line at diddling myself between courses in a four-star restaurant.”

That aw-shucks grin appeared. “Worth a try.”

Tempting to chuck a dinner roll at him but she resisted. “Can you dial back the
I need to fuck your brains out
vibe, please? At least while we’re enjoying this meal?” Her gaze took in every inch of his face. “It’s a nice change for us, being out on the town, dressed up and eating fancy food.”

His eyes softened. “Baby, I’ll take you out for a nice dinner and show you off every night of the week if that’s what you want.”

“Not necessary. I want
this
night out with you. Celebrating you being the big money winner.”

“Deal.”

During dinner he entertained her with stories from his travels in Europe.

Yet he didn’t dial down the sexual intensity completely. It buzzed between them, making her hyperaware of his every movement. His every breath. His every uncompromising stare.

As Rory pondered dessert choices, she asked if he wanted to share. The molten look in his eyes when he murmured, “I’m havin’ you for dessert,” almost had her skipping the three layer chocolate cake with vanilla bean crème freche.

Almost.

Floating on champagne, an amazing meal and a cup of strong coffee, Rory faced Dalton when he placed his hand in the small of her back as they left the restaurant.

He lowered his head and she expected a gentle peck. But he consumed her mouth in a blistering kiss, revving that sexual need into overdrive. When he finally released her lips, she knew the buzz she felt was all from him.

The elevator dinged and the doors slid open. As soon as the doors closed, Dalton shoved a keycard into the slot and they descended to the lowest level—which she remembered was not street level.

“Dalton—”

Then that avid mouth was on hers again. He’d crowded her into the corner with one hand gripping her hair and the other hand squeezing her hip.

By the time the elevator stopped, her head spun, her heart raced, and the inside of her thighs were damp and sticky. He could get her hot and bothered in the span of two floors.

After the doors opened he hit the button sending it back up. The space was dark. The only illumination came from the glow of the exit signs.

“Where are we?”

“The extra gaming room in the basement. The casino only uses it when they run a big tournament. No cameras down here,” he said against her throat. His big body pushed her backward. “Jesus. I want you so fuckin’ bad I can’t even walk a straight line.”

“But how…” Rory moaned when his teeth skimmed the tendons straining in her neck.

“The head of hotel security owed me a favor.”

Her ass bumped into something solid and she stopped.

Dalton said, “Hold on to me and hop up.”

Once she was seated, she glanced down to see what she was seated on.

A table covered in green felt.

He created space for himself between her thighs. “So fuckin’ hot in this skirt,” he hissed in her ear as he rolled it up to her hips. “Need to get under it, get in you, before I explode.”

Seeing Dalton this crazed to have her, feeling that pure sexual energy pulsing off him, made her wet, made her burn, made her brave. For him she could be the kinky girl who got fucked on a gaming table in the basement of a casino. In his eyes she was the red-hot lover that her lover couldn’t get enough of. She could prove she was the reckless woman who got off on getting her man off any time, any place.

His lips danced across her skin, soft and wet and perfect. “I want you.” A soft pass. “But first I’m gonna eat my dessert.”

“How did you—” was all she managed before she found herself flat on her back—on a poker table!—with Dalton yanking her thong aside.

Then she didn’t give a rip where she was. Dalton’s mouth was licking her pussy, sucking every bit of juice from her swollen tissues. His growling moans vibrated against her flesh until that teasing tingle started behind her tailbone.

But that wasn’t what she wanted or what he needed.

She clapped her hands on his cheeks and pulled that skillful mouth off her. “I’m wet, you’re hard. Fuck me. Now.”

His eyes glittered and he undid his belt. His jeans and boxers hit the tops of his boots. He gripped the insides of her thighs and shoved them wider apart.

Then he crammed his cock into her so fast and hard she arched off the table.

“Hold on,” he panted as he worked his cock in and out with long strokes. “Pull your shirt down so I can watch your tits bounce as I fuck you like this.”

Rather than rip the buttons to do his bidding, Rory undid the buttons one at a time. “You like these?” She cupped her breasts and pushed them up, creating a deep line of cleavage.

“Yes,” he gritted out. His hips began doing that twisty thing as he pumped inside her. “Show me.”

“Huh-uh high roller. You wanna see ’em, free ’em yourself.”

Dalton’s palms moved up her hips. Wearing the depraved grin that made her belly swoop, Dalton unhooked the first two hooks on the bustier before he tugged it down. Then her breasts were free, bouncing with abandon. “Fuck that’s hot.” He watched with a gleam in his eye, bottoming out on every thrust to make the flesh shake.

“I love the way you fuck me.”

“And what way is that?”

“However you want.”

Keeping his eyes on hers, Dalton bent forward and licked her nipple. Just one lash of his wet tongue. “Brace your hands above your head on the rail.”

As soon as she did, his hand slid between her legs and he traced her slit from where his cock filled her to the fleshy folds of her pussy lips. He bit down on her nipple—the shock of pain immediately gave way to pleasure as the heat and wetness of his mouth surrounded the rock hard tip. He lifted his head, dark hair falling across his forehead in that untamed manner and his teeth hovered over her nipple. But the same time he bit down, he pinched her clit.

Rory gasped as the orgasm came out of nowhere. Her clit throbbed beneath his pinching fingers; his sucking mouth was firmly latched onto her nipple as he fucked her into that white void of bliss.

Soft kisses on the upper swells of her breasts brought her back to reality.

“Need you from behind.” He pulled out and rolled her over, yanking her body down the table. Her hips were against the outside edge and the tips of her shoes could almost touch the floor. Almost. In this position Rory was completely at Dalton’s mercy.

Good thing she didn’t need to use any brain cells; hers were still buzzing from that outstanding orgasm.

Dalton lifted her ass cheeks and shoved back into her pussy. His hands pushed against her butt to keep her hips from slamming into the edge as he hammered into her.

“So fucking perfect how this hot cunt grips me. It owns me.”

Rory squeezed his cock on his next pass and he yelled, “Fuck.”

His fingertips tightened on her flesh a split second before he released a long shuddering groan as he came.

And came.

Dalton’s legs shook. So did his voice. “So fucking… Jesus. I can’t even come up with a word to describe that.”

Then his hand was in her hair, cranking her head so he could destroy her with a searing kiss that managed to be sexy as shit and sweet as honey. When he finally released her mouth, she sighed again.

He lightly rubbed his lips back and forth across the shell of her ear. “You rocked my universe this time, jungle girl.”

“I’m feeling a little spun out of orbit myself.”

Then in typical Dalton fashion, he tended to her. Gently lowering her to her feet. Straightening her thong and tugging her skirt back into place. Kissing her with an erotic tease as he adjusted her bustier and buttoned her blouse.

Clasping her hand in his, he headed for the elevator, but she pulled him back.

“What?”

“Does your key card work for the stairs? Because I don’t wanna parade through the lobby with sex hair.”

Dalton kissed her forehead. “Of course. Let’s go back to the room. But first…” He pushed her against the door to the stairs and planted a kiss on the side of her neck. “Thank you for tonight, Aurora. It’s been one of the best nights of my life.”

He’d rocked her to the core. But she also feared it wasn’t her specifically who’d starred in his fucking-on-a-poker-table fantasy—she was just the woman who’d helped him fulfill it. So to keep things between them light and sexy, she cooed, “Of course it’s one of the best nights of your life. You won a shit ton of cash, ate a fancy meal for free and got your rocks off.”

His entire body stiffened at her flip response.

But Rory refused to feel guilty for reminding him—and herself—that this was all fun and games.

Chapter Nineteen

In years past, Dalton had arrived at McKay family poker games with Tell. Then after they’d lost—always on purpose—they’d hit a bar, or a party, or a strip club.

Trucks lined the driveway. It appeared he was the last to arrive. Stupid to have a bout of nerves. He’d known these people all his life.

Ben answered the door before Dalton could knock. “Hey, come in. You’re just in time—we’re drawing names.” He held out a cowboy hat. “Pick a slip of paper.”

“For what?”

“Which table you start at. There’s too many of us so we’re setting up two tables. Top three winners from each table will get to the final round. Now that you’re here and there are thirteen of us…” Ben frowned. “That don’t divide evenly.”

Once again Dalton felt like the odd man out. Last to arrive, last one picked for the team, the one everyone else had to move to make room for.

Ben clapped him on the back and looked at the number on the paper. “No matter, we’ll go seven and six.”

With the exception of Ben and Keely, Dalton hadn’t seen any of his McKay cousins since he’d returned. They all seemed friendly enough, but it wasn’t like it used to be.
Maybe because you’re not who you used to be.
He declined a beer from Quinn, who played bartender, and opted for soda.

Keely sidled up to him for a hug. “You’re keeping yourself mighty scarce, Dalton.”

“I’ve got some stuff goin’ on.”

“Like Rory? Family gossip says you’re seeing her all official and like.”

“How in the hell do you have time to keep tabs on me when you’ve got four kids?”

“No clue. Some days are a blur. JJ and Liam have hit the terrible twos and are absolute hellions. Hellions,” she repeated. “Luckily Piper loves to tattle so I hear everything those boys try when I don’t have my eye on them.”

“What goes around, comes around, little sis,” Colt said.

“I was never that bad. Even Mom says so.” She smirked. “But it oughta be fun hearing how Jack’s afternoon went, since he’s taking all the kids to grocery store today. Even I’m not brave enough to do that.”

“That’s why it’s great to have a built-in babysitter,” Cord said. “Although Kyler don’t appreciate havin’ to stay home and watch his little brothers and sister when he’d rather be out tearin’ around.” Cord crossed his arms over his chest. “Find it odd he volunteered to help you when he’s got plenty of chores to do at home.”

“Kyler is a good kid. I’m glad to have his help. He mentioned you and AJ had another boy. Belated congrats. How old is he now?”

“Vaughn is two and a half. We keep our angel away from Keely and Jack’s twin devil boys so as to not give him any ideas,” Cord said, ducking Keely’s swat.

“Looks like the McKay ranch will be goin’ strong for another generation with all the ranch hands in training,” Dalton said.

None of them suggested that he get on the stick, get married and add to the fray, since that hadn’t exactly worked out last time.

“We’ve the table assignments, so listen up,” Kade said. “Table one will be, me, Keely, Quinn, Tell, Gavin and Colby. Table two will be Ben, Colt, Cam, Brandt, Cord, Dalton and Kane.” He pointed to Ainsley at the end of the bar. “Ainsley has volunteered to be the banker.”

“I didn’t volunteer; I was volunteered by my husband.”

“Handling money is a natural state for you, darlin’.”