Rough (RRR #2) Read Free Page B

of cattle from ranch to ranch, barely making enough money to survive. They were a dying breed of true cowboys, never in one place for long, living in tents or bunk houses, so skilled on a cutting-horse they often slept in the saddle. Until they were lucky enough to snag jobs on the famous Corazon Perdido and Wes McCauley caught the attention of the ranch owner, Jon Walker Campbell the third. Jon Campbell had one ‘spinster’ daughter, Meredith, his only child and sole heir. When Meredith refused to choose a husband, her father forced her to marry Wes, the illiterate cowboy who was ‘big, brawny, good looking, and good with horses’—prime breeding stock for producing sons to ensure that the Campbell bloodline would grow and prosper. The Argyle in the exclusive Alamo Heights enclave of San Antonio was the place Wes liked to hang out with his rough-and-ready sidekick Tom Corrigan and flaunt his newly minted wealth and society status.
    I take the stairs two at a time and tap my knuckles on the door of the powder room, I’m so fucking ready to plant my face and my cock between Scarlet’s thighs I can hardly think straight.
    “I’ll be done in a minute,” Scarlet calls out and her voice is as shaky as I feel.
    “Unlock the door, Scarlet,” is all I have to say and the door swings open and she grabs the front of my shirt and drags me inside and this is happening right now, right here !
    “I’ve fucking missed you, beauty!” I growl against her lips as I lift her perfect curvy little ass onto the sink counter.
    “Show me,” she says, groaning low and hungry. “Show me how much.”
    I push the dress straps off her shoulders and the skirt up around her hips and her hands are on my clothes, my skin, everywhere at once. She’s gasping as she rubs the thick length of my cock through my pants, untucking my shirt, scratching up my stomach to my chest, pulling my lips down to her naked tits. Fuck! She didn’t wear a bra to her college graduation, this girl is wild , she feels like silk, and smells like a fucking dream, and I know I’ll never get enough of her. An image forms in my mind of that anemic looking ex with his milk-pale hands on her body and it makes me want to hurt his presumptuous ass, he couldn’t handle this girl—MY girl!—on his best day.
    My lips are on her pretty pink nipples, sucking hard as she stifles a groan and my hands spread her legs and rip the tiny excuse for panties away. She moans against my skin, saying my name over and over, her tongue licking, lashing my neck, hot and soft and urgent. My fingers slide over the shocking-sweet folds of her pussy and she spreads her knees wider, bucking up into my touch, moaning, begging, as I thrust a finger inside her. She leans back, hands braced behind her on the counter as I kiss her, barely stopping to let her breathe, she jerks against the rough assault of my fingers on her tender skin, and then she arches her hips higher, wanting more, needing the slide of calloused fingers over and inside her, my lips sucking at hers, as she murmurs those fucking erotic little sounds.
    She tears away from my mouth, her eyes fall closed and she bites my shoulder to stifle her cries. My thumb circles her clit, hard and fast, we don’t have time to be slow, I thrust a second finger into her shockingly tight, wet, scorching pussy and curl them, pumping in and out, and she’s soaking my finger and pulsing, clenching hard as she comes. Tears spill down her cheeks, and she hisses out an endless string of Ahhhhhh, Holt, Holt, Holt!
    I need her to love this, crave it, crave me, and what I do to her . She needs to remember the sex, how it is between us, everything we did that week, how fucking good we are together, how we’re still not finished. “Look at me,” I say. Her eyelids flutter, eyes meeting mine, and her mouth forms this pouty little O, her legs are shaking as she wraps them around my waist, heels digging into my ass, pulling me in closer as she fucking