Rough Riders Bundle 1(5)
“I’m not.” New experiences did not include becoming a home-wrecker. Her stomach churned. “Please get me out of here. I can’t stay with him.”
“Well, he can’t stay here to get trampled. Grab his boots. Let’s move him outta the way first before we figure out what to do with you.”
After they’d hauled Jared through the sawdust to a dark corner, he came around. He plopped his lopsided hat on and kept his face aimed at the floor.
She doubted the jerk felt any shame. Only anger that he’d gotten caught.
Cash took her aside. “You stayin’ at the Silver Spur tonight?”
She nodded and hugged her trophy.
“Get your stuff and head over there. Double-lock the door. I’ll make sure he don’t follow you and cause more trouble. I’ll check on you in the mornin’.”
“Thank you, Cash.”
“No problem, sweets. Just sorry you found out the way you did.”
Channing snuck out of the bar without talking to anyone else from the circuit. She unloaded her three pieces of luggage from Jared’s truck—and liberated his bottle of whiskey.
A six-foot neon sign shaped like a cowboy boot, announcing The Silver Spur Motor Inn, flashed NO VACANCY. Luckily she’d already secured a room. She dragged her belongings across the highway and let herself into number 111.
Once locked inside, she panicked. What was she going to do? No way did she want to turn tail and run back to the tiresome life she’d fled.
Served her right for trusting someone. It would’ve been nice, for once in her life, not to have to be so damn self-reliant. Wrong again.
She should leave. Right away. Tonight.
Colby’s words surfaced: Come talk to me before you do anything rash.
The scared part of her wanted to run to Colby right now. Demand to know why he hadn’t told her Jared was married.
But in his own way, Colby had warned her.
Reality check: She doubted this one-stoplight town had a rental-car agency or even a bus stop. Nothing she could do about her predicament tonight. She’d deal with it all tomorrow.
A steaming hot shower and three generous slugs of whiskey later, Channing drifted off into an uneasy sleep.
Chapter Two
The woman’s lips left a bright red lipstick trail down Colby’s blood-darkened shaft as she released his cock. “That’s it. Open wider. Like that. Take it all.”
The naked brunette bobbed her head. Her soft, hot mouth worked from the pulsing root to the throbbing tip of his cock. The wet sucking sounds coupled with her happy humming moans ricocheted in the tiny humid bathroom as an erotic echo.
Colby sighed and threaded one hand through her long hair, shivering at the sensation of the baby-soft strands teasing the inside of his thighs. The pointed tips of her nipples stabbed his knee as her mouth rocked back and forth, making her big tits sway enticingly.
He slid his hands down her face and neck to roll those tightened nubs between his fingertips. Tugging. Pulling. Twisting. Making them harder. Redder. Wishing he hadn’t left those nipple clamps back in Salt Lake. This woman seemed the adventurous type.
She rubbed her slender thighs together, arching into his rougher touch. “More.”
“Yeah, me too.” He shifted his ass forward on the counter and spread his knees. “Play with my balls, baby.” He didn’t call her by name because, frankly, he didn’t remember her name.
He’d hooked up with her outside the Last Chance Saloon after he’d left Channing with Jared. Frustrated, he’d needed someone, anyone, to get him off. As quickly as possible. Sex always cooled his temper. And if he couldn’t be with the one he wanted, he’d be with someone who wanted him, even if for the wrong reasons.
This chick knew the score; one night, no promises, and bragging rights that she’d blown the number two All-Around Cowboy on the Mountain and Plains Circuit. She’d gotten right down to business the minute they’d returned to the motel. Shedding her skintight clothes. Fondling his buckle as she dropped to her knees, sucking his dick like a starving woman facing an opulent banquet. Hell, he hadn’t even kissed her.
His thoughts traveled to Channing Kinkaid. Jesus. Why was he so obsessed with that little spitfire? She wasn’t even his type. But one kiss from her and his cock had gotten hard as a railroad spike.
For a moment he let himself imagine it was Channing deep-throating him. Channing’s moans of delight reverberating up his shaft. Channing’s sweet-scented hair knotted in his hands. Channing’s wanton tongue lapping the come out of the slit in his cock.
Oh hell yeah.
Then long fingernails scraped across his balls and he inhaled sharply, expecting pain. But the woman expertly rolled his sac, knowing exactly how much pressure to use for maximum pleasure. Never missing a lick or stroke with that marvelous suctioning mouth and wickedly skillful tongue.