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Authors: Cheyenne McCray

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

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

His cock 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 cock practically standing straight up as he watched Catie 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, her pussy resting on his belly, his cock hitting her in the ass.

Jarrod 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 mound. 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, Catie?” 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.”

Jarrod 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 naked ass as she bent over. Her pussy gleamed with her juices and 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 cock and rubbed her thumb over the top, wiping the drop of semen from the head, then licked his taste from her thumb. “Mmmmm. You taste like cream.”

“I need to fuck you, Catie.” 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.”

Catie 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 and fuck him. “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.”

Jarrod was real tempted to yank against those silken ropes, but he didn’t want to ruin them. If Catie wasn’t careful though, he’d say screw it and just owe Nicole a new set. He needed to get his hands on Catie. 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.” Her pussy slid over his cock as she eased down his body, her mouth burning a trail as she went. “I love the way you look when I take your cock in my mouth and go down on you.”

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

“Damn, Catie.” Jarrod 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. Catie wanted Jarrod’s cock in her pussy 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 his cock from her mouth and then nuzzled the soft hair around it. “I’ll let you fuck 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 balls in her hand and licked first one, and then the other.

“I’m about to ruin some nice ropes, honey.” His body jerked as she licked his cock from base to head. “And I don’t think Nicole 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 to fuck me.”

“Hurry up, woman,” Jarrod growled.

Catie smiled as she eased back up his body until she was straddling him, her pussy resting on his cock. 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, Jarrod 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 come. 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.

“Fuck me, Jarrod.” She couldn’t stand it anymore. She had to have his cock in her, filling her.

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

Catie arched her back, a cry tearing from her lips as he laved her pussy 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.

Jarrod 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 Catie Wilds,” he said and then plunged his cock into her pussy.

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 fucking, it was 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.

Jarrod thrust firmly inside her, his balls slapping her ass. “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 as he fucked her, drawing out her climax.

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

Tenderly 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. That they would never make the same mistakes her parents had made.

Their love was forever.

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

 

Epilogue

Jess Lawless nursed his beer as he studied the crowded recreation room of his cousin’s bed-and-breakfast. Nicole had thrown one hell of a holiday party, and it looked like everyone in Bisbee had turned out for it.

With the practiced eye of a seasoned lawman, he studied the guests, automatically assessing and categorizing each individual as they danced or socialized. No doubt that couple making out in the corner would be trying to find someplace to fuck real soon. That or they’d be doing it right on the dance floor.

A brunette across the room had been making eyes at Jess for the last half hour, sticking her tits in his direction, her nipples hard and obvious through her thin dress. No doubt she’d be a willing roll in the hay.

Jess sighed and downed the last of his beer. He had no interest in women who were that obvious. A little chase was more interesting.

Hell, he didn’t know what he really wanted anymore, just that he hadn’t found it. Sure, he’d enjoyed the company of quite a few women, but he’d yet to come across one who could keep his attention for more than a night or two of good, hard sex. Not that it really mattered. Until he brought down this drug ring in Douglas, and captured that bastard Ryan Forrester, he was too busy for any kind of involvement.

He set his beer mug on a tray and glanced at the brunette again. Maybe a good fuck was what he needed before he headed back to the MacLeod Ranch and his undercover assignment.

Just as Jess got up from his stool and stood, Nicole walked down the stairs—but it was the woman beside Nicole who captured his attention. Nicole said something that caused the woman to laugh, and her lips curved into a radiant smile that met her beautiful green eyes.

Jess’s sharpened senses took in every detail of the woman and came up with a puzzle. She appeared strong, sexy and confident, yet there was an air of innocence and vulnerability about her that made her something of a contradiction.

Intrigued, he watched her stroll into the room, her movements smooth and graceful. Her strawberry blonde hair was piled on top of her head in a sexy just-got-out-of-bed style, and her jade green eyes were big, giving her a wide-eyed look.

Yet the tiny red dress she wore was made for sin. It hugged her figure, showing her generous breasts, small waist and curvy hips. Definitely a dress designed to drive a man to his knees. And those high heels she was wearing—
damn
.

A vision came to him—having the woman beneath him, sliding between her thighs, filling her pussy with his cock while her desire-filled green eyes focused entirely on him.

Jess’s groin tightened and he shifted his position.

Looked like this night might get real interesting.

 

“Too bad you’re engaged,” Nicole said as they walked down the stairs and into the rec room.

Tracilynn MacLeod laughed, while at the same time trying not to tumble down the staircase. She could just picture herself landing in a heap, this ridiculously tiny red dress up around her waist, exposing her thong underwear and garters.

“I’m not
exactly
engaged,” Trace said, smiling at her friend as they reached the landing. “Harold just hinted, rather strongly, that he plans to ask me when he gets back to the states at Christmas.”

Guiding Trace to the lavishly spread snack table, Nicole said, “Close enough.”

Trace looked from the vat of red Christmas punch to the bottles of wine and decided on a white Zinfandel. At least that way if she spilled it on the carpet, it wouldn’t stain like punch. She selected a wine glass and cocked an eyebrow at Nicole as she said, “I just told you that a man is going to ask me to marry him. Now why wouldn’t you be happy for me?”

“My cousin.” Nicole leaned close, and Trace caught her soft powdery scent. “The man is to die for, and if you were free, I know he’d rock your world.”

Laughing, Trace rolled her eyes. “How do you know Harold doesn’t rock my world?”

“Uh-huh.” Nicole sniffed. “With a name like Harold, he no doubt wears a pocket-protector and horn-rimmed glasses.”

Trace had just taken a sip of her wine and almost snorted it out her nose at the image of her boyfriend dressed like a stereotypical nerd. She could almost see it, which was the sad thing.

“Let me at least introduce you to Jess.” Nicole put her hand on Trace’s arm. “He’s one gorgeous hunk of cowboy.”

“Cowboy?” Trace shook her head. “I left that life four years ago. Even if I was free, and even if something ever came of it, I’m not about to settle down in the boonies. That was another life, another girl.”

“Just—” Nicole started when the caterer rushed up and interrupted, saying Nicole was urgently needed upstairs in the kitchen.

“All right, all right.” Nicole sighed and turned to Trace. “Will you be okay for a few minutes while I go handle this mini crisis?”

“Sure.” Trace smiled and raised her wine glass. “I’ll do my best to stay out of trouble.”

When Nicole left, Trace lifted her glass to her lips and let her gaze drift over the people in the room. Music and laughter, sequins and glitter, Christmas lights and decorations.

Hair prickled at Trace’s nape, as though she was being watched. Slowly she turned to see the most rugged, most handsome man she’d ever had the pleasure of viewing.

Standing directly behind her, inches away.

Instinctively she took a step back, but in a quick movement he caught her wrist, drawing her closer to him. Her flesh burned where he held her, and her mind went entirely blank.

The man’s smile was so carnal that Trace’s knees almost gave out. And those blue eyes—God, the way he was looking at her made her feel like he was making love to her right on the spot.

She tried to pull her wrist out of his grasp. “I—let go.”

The man shook his head, the look in his eyes possessive and untamed. “No, sugar,” he murmured, his sensual drawl flowing over her. “You’re not going anywhere.”

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