Rode Hard, Put Up Wet (12 page)

Gemma managed to block the past twenty-four hours from her brain. By the time she finished cleaning up, her shirt and boots were sopping wet and her jeans were damp. She needed a shower in a bad way. She dragged the bucket and brooms to the barn. Nothing happened when she tugged on the string to the light bulb. Probably the fuse blew in last night’s storm.

The outer door opened and a sliver of light briefly permeated the darkness like a flash bulb.

“Gemma?” Cash called. “Where are you?”

“By the tack room. None of the lights seem to be working.”

She didn’t hear him come up behind her so she jumped when he placed his hands on her shoulders.

“You scared me.”

Cash didn’t answer. He didn’t move either.

“What?”

“Your shirt is wet.”

“Yeah, I know. Don’t stand too close. I probably smell bad.”

“You smell good to me.” He inhaled deeply. “Really good.”

“Anything is bound to smell good when you’ve been in the pen and around wild horses for a few hours.”

“Your shirt is wet.”

“We already established that.”

His warm breath ruffled the hair by her ear. “Take it off.”

“What?”

“You heard me. Take off your shirt. Now.”

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“But—”

“Don’t argue with me. I think I’d enjoy punishin’ you too much today.”

Her fingers froze around his when they breached the first snap. “You wouldn’t.”

“I would. Without apology and you’ll take what I dish out without complaint.”

“Cash—”

“Gemma.” His voice was a low-pitched growl. “I ain’t jokin’. Do what I tell you.”

She tried a different tack. “Wouldn’t you rather go inside?”

“No. Take. Off. The. Damn. Shirt. Now.”

A kernel of excitement unfurled from the tips of her boots to the end of her ponytail.

Pop pop pop pop
went the pearl snaps and the shirt hung open. She slipped it off her shoulders and Cash took it.

“Now the bra.”

The front clasp popped and the bra hit the dirt.

“Unfasten your jeans.”

Gemma tugged on the button on her Wranglers. The release of the zipper tine by tine sounded incredibly erotic in the heated stillness. “Now what?”

“Pull them down to your knees. Panties too.”

She shimmied the denim to the tops of her boots.

“Turn around.”

Soon as she faced him his hands were on her breasts and his teeth closed over her left nipple. Her breath caught at the sensation of his hot mouth on her cool skin. Then he nipped the very tip as he kissed a path to her right breast. No sweet nuzzling; Cash suckled hard and deep. He lifted the globes together, and growled against her flesh as his hungry mouth moved back and forth. Licking. Biting. Sucking.

She almost came from the sexy feel of his tongue rasping over her nipples. Giving every inch the attention she craved until she was dizzy and wet with want.

Cash placed hot kisses up her throat. “Touch yourself.”

Flustered, she stuttered, “What do you mean?”

“You’ve gotten yourself off when you haven’t had a man to do it.” His tongue slicked across her bottom lip. “Show me how you make yourself come.”

“Um. It’s too dark. You can’t see.”

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“Don’t matter. I got a great imagination. I hear you breathin’ fast. I feel your heart poundin’ against my mouth. I smell that sweet cream. I know you want to get off, Gemma doll. Show me how your pretty pussy responds to your touch.”

Cash rubbed his stubbled cheek along her jaw. “While you finger yourself, I’ll suck these tits deep and hard. I know I can make you moan, but wanna see if I can make you scream.”

She had difficulty swallowing and she knew he heard it. “And if I’m feeling shy?”

“You aren’t. You want to prove your wild side. Knowin’ you’re touchin’ yourself will drive me insane. It excites you to drive me crazy with lust without even touchin’

me.”

He plucked her hand off his shoulder. Kissing her first two fingers delicately, he sucked them into his hot mouth.

A flash of heat speared between her legs.

Cash ran his tongue between the digits, getting them good and wet before he released them. “Show me.” He covered her hand with his, placing it between her shaking legs.

Gemma felt her wetness ease the way as four fingers pushed inside her. Her head fell back against the stalls as he helped move their joined hands in and out of her pussy.

“Like that?”

“Usually I just…”

“Just what?” he demanded.

“I go straight for my clit.”

“Why?”

“It’s the fastest way to get me off.”

He chuckled. “Greedy wench. Show me more. Show me everything.” Cash bent his head and worked her nipples.

She thrust the fingers into her pussy twice before sliding them up to her mound. She centered the pad of her middle finger right over her clit and she rubbed. Not ever-widening circles. Not side to side. No teasing. Just up and down, directly over that needy nub. A moan escaped when she realized the added weight of his finger intensified the pressure.

Cash blew a stream of air across her wet nipples. “Faster?”

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“Not yet.” She thrust their joined fingers back inside her core, secretly loving the way he made her lead. Made her teach him what she liked.

She liked it all. If his labored breathing and the way his pelvis bumped her hip was any indication, he liked it all too.

Her middle finger returned to the aching spot. “Faster would be good now.”

“Show me.”

She kept the strokes short and fast. So close. She was so damn close. The pressure built and she lost her mind when Cash sucked her nipple in perfect timing to the pulsating in her clit.

“Oh shit that feels so…” An intense rush of pleasure overwhelmed her senses. The scent of his hot skin. The complete darkness. The sharp nip of his teeth. The wet lash of his tongue on the swell of her breast. The throbbing in her sex. The sensations were too potent, too raw. Almost there…

He knocked her hand away. Then his mouth was on hers and she heard a metallic clank as he unbuckled his belt, followed by the sound of his jeans sliding down his flanks.

Blindly she reached for the hardest part of him, but his fingers circled her wrist.

He ripped his mouth free. “Don’t.”

“But, why—”

“Because I’m about two seconds away from coming. And I don’t want to come in your hand.” He put his mouth on the pulse pounding in her throat. “Although, I want to fuck every part of you. Your hand. Your mouth. Your tits. Your ass. Say you’ll let me do whatever I want.” He hissed against her ear. “Say it and I’ll let you come.”

“Yes, whatever you want.”

“Right now I’ll take this warm, tight pussy since it is wet and ready for me. Turn, bend over and grab the slats.”

Gemma thought she couldn’t get hotter. But his hot words and hot breath and the wicked hot things he planned to do to her blanked her mind to everything but sexual greed. She spun around and curled her fingers through the space separating the wooden boards of the stalls.

His boots nudged the inside of hers. “Wider.”

She kicked her heels out as far as they would go with her jeans stuck around the middle of her calves.

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He nuzzled the back of her head. “You trust me, sweets?”

“Yes.”

“You’ll let me do whatever I want to you, right?”

Her stomach swooped—excitement laced with fear. “As long as it feels good.”

“It’ll feel good.” He sank his teeth into the nape of her neck and gooseflesh broke out across her back. “But maybe not at first.”

Before she could demand specifics, Cash’s big, rough hand smoothed down her spine and over her butt. He slapped her ass. Hard. Twice.

She gasped.

He did it again on the other side.
Smack smack
.

“Cash!”

“Hush.”

Four more sharp smacks landed on each one of her butt cheeks. The sting morphed into a burning sensation that wasn’t unpleasant…just a hot reminder of who was in charge.

“Cash?”

“I love it when you say my name,” he growled.

“Why are you—”

“Because you like it.”
Whack whack whack whack
. “You like it because you’ve never had that bite of pain and you’ve always wondered what it’d be like, didn’t you?”

Whack whack whack whack.

“I-I—oh God. Don’t—”

“Don’t lie to me. You are drippin’ wet,
winyan
.” He inhaled. “I can smell it.” He spanked the same spot three times. And repeated on her left side. “You need a reminder that I ain’t a gentleman, Gemma.”

How had he known she craved a taste of kink? She moaned loudly when two hard slaps close to her anus made it clench.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked, peppering her butt with little swats.

Her skin tingled and burned. She cried out even as her pussy wept for more. “No.”

The cheeks on her face and on her backside were enflamed.

He spanked her until every inch of her butt bore the mark of his hand.

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His harsh breathing reverberated in the humid space as a lover’s whisper. She felt his fingers circling her opening, spreading her wide for him, and finally the hot blunt tip of his cock was poised at her entrance.

Gemma held her breath for that first hard, deep thrust.

She wasn’t expecting the icy cold water he dumped over her burning ass. She screamed.

And Cash slammed into her cunt to the hilt and began to ride her. His fingertips curved into her waist as he kept her in place to take his thrusts.

Water dripped down the outside of her thighs. Her juices coated the inside of her thighs. Her butt cheeks were on fire, yet chilled. She couldn’t see him. She could scarcely suck air into her lungs that wasn’t filled with his scent.

But she could feel him. Lord. There wasn’t a single part of her body that wasn’t intensely aware of every inch of him.

“Touch yourself.” His voice was little more than a hoarse rasp. “Come when I’m inside you. Take me there.”

Although he was fucking her hard and she needed both hands for balance, she managed to reach between her legs long enough to coax another orgasm from her swollen clit, feeling her internal muscles clamp down on his cock.

He plunged into her three more times and stopped, letting loose a guttural groan as semen burst forth in hot spurts. She actually felt his heat. Her inner walls pulsed, keeping that supreme male hardness buried deep inside her.

After the sexual haze cleared from her mind, his legs twitched behind hers. Then his hot tongue zigzagged up her spine causing her to shiver anew.

“See? I think you smell good. You taste good too. Sorta like my own personal salt lick, eh?”

Gemma was too stunned to speak.

“You okay?”

“Mmm-hmm.”

Cash pulled out and swore. “Shit. I forgot a condom.”

“I doubt I can get pregnant at my ripe old age.” She pushed herself off the stall into an upright position. “You know I haven’t been with anyone since Steve. I sort of missed the whole AIDS scare. What about you?”

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He laughed softly. “Last time I had sex without a condom was the summer Macie was conceived. That’s why I ain’t got any more kids, a case of the clap, or anything else.”

“Good to know.”

Cash spun her and tugged her into his arms for a sweet, intense, exhaustive kiss.

“What was that for?” she murmured against his chest.

“For lettin’ me be bold and bawdy. For bein’ the hottest, sexiest
winyan
I’ve ever put my hands on. You drive me wild, Gemma Jansen. There’s a million things that need to be done around here and the only thing I can think about is doin’ you. Over and over.”

“You sweet talker.” Gemma kissed his Adam’s apple. “I’m starved. Let’s go inside and get cleaned up before we eat. Where are my clothes?”

“Who cares? I prefer you half-naked. Or all naked.”

“Well, no matter what you prefer, I ain’t struttin’ across the yard wearing nothin’ but my pants around my boots and a big-ass smile.”

“At least you ain’t cryin’ this time.”

Gemma froze. “What?”

“Don’t try to pretend it didn’t happen. I heard you that first night. Up in your room.”

“You did?”

“Yeah. Even though part of me understands why you were bawlin’, another part of me felt like you kicked me in the balls.”

“It wasn’t about you.”

“I know. Don’t mean that it changes the way it made me feel.” He kissed her forehead and draped her shirt and bra around her neck. “Get dressed. I’ll meet you up at the house.” And he was gone.

Cash was wrong. Gemma felt like crying all over again.

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Macie woke up and didn’t know where she was.

Seemed like that had happened to her a lot lately. Right. She was such a wild child.

She sat up and looked around. Ah. She was in Carter’s trailer.

But where was Carter?

Out in that run-down barn he called a studio? She called out, “Carter?”

No answer.

As she stood and stretched, she squinted at the clock. Five thirty? She’d slept for three hours? Dammit. Why hadn’t Carter woken her up?

Macie remade the bed and noticed nothing else was out of place. No dirty clothes scattered across the carpet. No dog-eared skin magazines stacked on the nightstand. The ceiling fan was even dust-free.

Talk about being a neat freak.

She made a pit stop in the bathroom and wandered into the living area. Not the bachelor pad she expected with leather couches, a big screen TV and neon beer signs.

He’d shoved an ugly green and orange plaid sofa beneath the windows. A brown corduroy recliner sporting several silver patches of duct tape was kitty-corner to the door.