Free Wild Rodeo Nights by Sandy Sullivan Page A

waist, she slipped the button loose, and he lifted his hips before she stripped them down around his thighs, freeing him to her lips. A groan rumbled in his chest when she ran her tongue across the tip of his cock, the salty taste of his pre-cum sending her own passion out of control. Wrapping her hand around him, she let her palm caress his entire length, and he hissed. She licked her lips before she took him in her mouth, sucking him deep inside. His hips jerked toward her, and she felt his hands tighten in her hair, her name slipping from between his lips. She took his full length into her mouth until his cock bumped the back of her throat.
    “God, Carrie. Stop,” he growled.
    He tugged her up and rolled them over so she was beneath him. His hand found her nipple, rolling it between this thumb and finger until electricity shot straight to her pussy. He let his hand slip down between them, whispering softly against her skin.
    “I need you,” she whimpered when he undid her jeans and pulled them off. He slipped his hand through the curls and tongued the nipple beneath his mouth. She moaned low in her throat and grasped the back of his head. His fingers spread her apart, and his thumb rubbed against her clit. Warm liquid spilled from her pussy while she continued to groan and wiggle her hips. One of his fingers dove inside, and she almost screamed at the sensation. “Please…”
    He finger fucked her for several moments, and she was just about to demand he get it on when he removed his fingers from inside her and reached for his jeans. A condom appeared between his fingers a moment later.
    Her tongue slipped along the surface of her lips when he rolled the slippery latex over his proud shaft. He gave her a small smile before he moved between her thighs. She lifted her buttocks off the bed when the tip of his cock rubbed against her clit. Her eyes closed when he slipped inside and filled her.
    “God, you feel like heaven,” he whispered against her lips, his hips riding hers in a slow, rhythmic dance meant to bring her to the brink.
    She whimpered and lifted her buttocks higher, wanting him deeper. He brought her calves up on his arms and tilted his hips, pushing as far as he could. After several strokes, he let her legs down and grabbed her hips while he pounded into her.
    Opening her eyes, she could see his blue gaze sparkling in the moonlight filtering through the window. “Come with me. I want to feel you grip me tight, milking everything I have.”
    She moaned, and the walls of her vagina started to contract. She could feel the pressure building inside her, waiting to burst behind her eyelids and coat her with warmth.
    Cole murmured above her, “Oh, God.” His hips surged against her as his name spilled from her mouth on a scream.

Chapter Eight

    The moonlight streamed through the gauzy curtains, casting shadows on the walls and across the rug on the floor. The moon was so bright it almost lit the entire room, illuminating their entwined limbs on the bed. His fingers caressed her arm where it lay across his stomach, and she slept peacefully on his chest. He couldn’t sleep. Tomorrow loomed in the cloudless sky like a shroud over his head.
    He wished he had someone to talk to, but Chase and Abby were still on their honeymoon, and Justin would never understand. His conversation with Abby swept across his mind, and he smiled. She would just say I told you so if he told her about Carrie. He loved Abby like a sister. It made him feel good to know Chase had found someone to love, and Abby was the perfect complement to his brother.
    Carrie shifted in her sleep, rubbing her cheek against him before she settled back down and her breathing became even again.
    What the hell am I going to do now? Walking away seemed so easy before. Why does it have to be so difficult this time?
    He frowned as the confusing thoughts swirled around in his head.
    You never cared this much before, his heart murmured, and the frown deepened.