“Would you let me spank you?”
Holy shit. That suggestion caught her off guard. People really did that? And liked it? “Umm. Would you hit me anywhere else?”
Colby frowned. “No. I ain’t that kind of man. But there is something about seein’ a rosy red ass that appeals to me. And don’t discount how sweet I can make punishments when you’ve been bad, shug.”
“This is starting to scare me,” Channing muttered.
“Nuh-uh. This is startin’ to excite you. So do we have a deal?”
Chapter Three
Channing blurted, “Yes,” before she second-guessed herself and said no.
“Good. One more thing.”
She held her breath. She had a feeling this last question would be the most important one of all.
“Darlin’, pleased as I am that everything is up front with us, tell me why you’ve agreed to all my conditions.”
How did she explain without coming across as a desperate ho-bag? But Colby wouldn’t judge her. And hiding the truth because she should feel embarrassed wouldn’t get her what she craved—this man, in whatever capacity he wanted her—if only for a week.
“Because I’m sick of worrying if I tell a man what I really want out of a sexual relationship that he’ll think I’m some kind of deviant. I’m tired of dating guys who see me as their mother, or the mother of their children. Or as a nice girl who’s happy with plain old vanilla sex once a week and doesn’t want more. I want more. I want it all. I want to do things that I’ve only read about. And I want you to teach me.”
Colby’s fingers stroked her chin, then his hand slid up her jawline to cradle her face. “Believe it or not, I understand wantin’ to break free of expectations. I can be the lover who fulfills those desires, Channing. I can push you to the limit. But I’ll warn you: I am demandin’ and I like to be in control.”
“Okay.”
“I’ve got to know you aren’t just sayin’ this. That you really mean it. That you can handle what I’ve got planned.”
She angled her head and kissed the inside of his wrist. “How can I prove it?”
“Come with me right now. Don’t ask questions and don’t argue.”
“Only if you kiss me again.”
“Why you so intent on me kissin’ you?”
“Because, shug, when we were dancing you made me so wet and hot from that kiss I nearly came all over your leg.”
Colby growled and enclosed his mouth over hers. His hot male taste filled her as he forced her lips open and thrust his slick tongue in and out. He gifted her with a grinding kiss that stole her breath and fogged her senses. He sucked her tongue, followed it up with erotic little bites of her lips. Then he retreated, making her chase his tongue back into his greedy mouth.
The kiss softened, sweetened. He explored her reactions, licking her teeth, teasing the roof of her mouth with a fleeting flick of the tip of his tongue. He slid that rough, wet velvet along the inside curve of her cheek and nibbled on her bottom lip. Pulling back to let his breath drift over the dampened spots he’d created, he brushed soft, yet insistent kisses on the corners of her trembling mouth.
Channing whimpered. Never in her life had she been kissed like that. Her pussy flooded with cream, her nipples were hard as granite, her head spun like a tornado and he hadn’t really touched her yet.
What would happen when he did? When they all did?
He stared into her dazed eyes with male heat and pride. “I cannot wait to fuck you.” His hungry gaze zeroed in on her cleavage. “And those. But first, I’ve got a little test for you to pass. Come on.” Colby dropped ten bucks on the table to pay for the beer.
Holding his hand, she trailed behind him as they crossed the highway and into the arena parking lot. The rodeo grounds resembled an Old West ghost town. He led her to a dirty, white Dodge quad cab hooked to an enormous silver horse trailer.
Edgard and Trevor sauntered over from the corrals.
Her breath caught. Man, they were gorgeous. Edgard Mancuso, Trevor’s roping partner, was a darkly handsome Brazilian with the face of a god and the body of a gladiator. And Trevor, an all-American god in his own right—wavy blond hair, rugged looks borne of his Nordic ancestry.
Her nerves kicked in. What if they didn’t want her?
“Channing. You’re lookin’ mighty fine today.”
“Thanks, Trevor.”
“What’s up, Colby?” Trevor asked.
“We’ve got a bit of a situation. As you’ve heard, Jared abandoned this little lady. She wants to stay on. I’ve agreed she can travel with us until Cheyenne…on a few conditions.”