The Cowboy's Property (Siren Publishing Classic) Read Free Page B

in the world.”
    Kayla rolled her hips against his crotch. “My mouth can do a lot more than make promises.”
    Jack slid his fingers to the button of her jeans and released it. “But can you back up those words?” The metallic slide of the zipper echoed in the silent stall.
    She gripped his right wrist and pushed it down into the front of her pants. With no panties, she knew he could easily feel how wet and ready she was. “Do you want to find out?” she whispered.
    He pushed his hand further down into the front of her jeans, sliding a finger between the damp folds of her sex. “Isn’t there some rule about fraternization here?”
    Kayla moaned as two fingers slid deep into her aching channel. “Yes.”
    “Not worried about breaking the rules?” His hot breath teased the shell of her ear.
    “Do you really want me to think about the rules right now?” She arched her back against his chest, driving his fingers deeper into her pussy.
    Jack rolled his hips against her. “No, I don’t.” The ridge of his cock nestled against her ass.
    With determined hands, Kayla shoved her jeans down her hips, allowing him greater access to her. He caressed her deeply and turned his attention to her clit. Teasing and flicking. Passion coiled deep in her stomach. A strong hand gripped her shoulder and urged her to lean across the neatly stacked hay bales in front of her.
    Christ, he had talented fingers. “Then what do you want me thinking about?” A moan passed over her lips as he grazed her clit with his thumb.
    His fingers disappeared from inside her. Before she had time to voice her displeasure, he spun her around and sat her on one of the bales. The dry blades of coastal hay pricked her tender skin. He dropped to his knees and tugged her jeans down as far as they would go with her boots still on.
    “I want you thinking about my mouth on your pussy.” His callused hands skimmed the inside of her thighs, spreading her as wide as the confines of the denim would allow.
    “I’d rather feel it than think about it.” Leaning back on her elbows, she angled her trimmed mound toward him in a silent invitation.
    A feral growl rumbled from his chest as he spread her lower lips with his fingers. “And I’d rather taste than talk.”
    Kayla smiled. “Get in there, cowboy, because I won’t stop you.”
    The first touch of his tongue across her swollen pussy sent a shock wave through her body. Wickedly delicious swipes and nips set her on fire. She gasped. Fuck, his mouth was better than his fingers. He pulled her clit between his lips, flicking, and sucking. One strong finger teased her opening, dancing around the edge but never penetrating.
    “Good thing, because as good as you taste, I may not get my fill for a while.” His mouth returned to her, sliding his tongue down her slit, toying with her clit, and moving farther to tease her entrance.
    Hay poking her ass and arms and restricted use of her legs wasn’t generally her ideal setting for sex, but his oral action was more than making up for any discomfort she was dealing with. Tension coiled deep within her like a spring ready to explode. The walls of her pussy contracted, needing penetration, needing completion.
    His magical tongue dipped into her, laving her thoroughly. She whimpered and rolled her hips against his mouth. More. She needed more. “Don’t tease me, Jack.”
    “Tell me what you want.” He gave another deep lick and swirl as his thumb circled her clit.
    Kayla’s body quivered. “I don’t give a shit as long as it ends with me coming against your mouth.” She clenched her teeth as he delivered another precise flick.
    “Maybe I don’t want to end the meal.” A long finger slid into her channel and retreated.
    A moan of frustration escaped her lips. “Then come back for seconds.”
    Two fingers entered and curled, stroking her G-spot. “I plan on it.”
    Their gazes locked. His eyes were dark like a fine chocolate from under the brim of his hat.