Free Dirty Player: A Rough Riders Novel by Stacey Lynn Page B

fucking mistake that was. I should have just pulled her into my house and taken her to my bed, gotten rid of her like everyone else.
    The barn was a fucking mistake I’d rectify.
    “You didn’t?” Her breath hitched and her pulse fluttered at the base of her collarbone as I walked closer.
    “No.” I put my hand around her waist and pulled her to me. My cock was already straining inside my board shorts, my balls thick and heavy, filled with need for her tight and wet cunt. “I brought you in here to fuck you.”

Chapter SEVEN
     
     
     
     
    SHANNON
     
    I gasped as his other hand hit my waist and he lifted me. On instinct, I gripped his shoulders and tightened my thighs around his hips. “What?”
    “You heard me.”
    He walked toward the front of the barn, and for a moment I thought he was leaving before he pushed a stall door open and continued walking until my back pressed against rough wood.
    I quickly took in the small but clean space. “Oliver.”
    My tone was questioning, something he silenced when he looked down at me before glancing at a spot above my head.
    His intense expression shifted to something darker. Sexier and wicked.
    My thighs trembled with expectation.
    “Lift your hands.”
    “What?” I tilted my head back to see a heavy, thick hook hanging from the wall.
    “I want you to hold on to that hook so I can drop to my knees and lick your pussy I can fucking feel through our clothes until you shatter. Here. Inside this barn.” One of his brows arched. “That enough of an explanation for you?”
    It was more than enough. My swimsuit bottoms grew wet as he talked. But I saw something else in his eyes as I pulled my fingers off his shoulders and did what I was told.
    It wasn’t satisfaction with my obedience. It was the way he had so quickly closed himself off when I’d asked about the horses. He wasn’t the man I’d thought he was.
    He wasn’t the man I’d read about in magazines, all arrogant and cocky and sexy as hell.
    Sure, he was, but he was also more than that. For a moment, when he’d whispered to the horses and fed them and talked softly…hell, this whole house he lived in…this was who he really was.
    Yet he hid it.
    It was none of my business. I knew the agreement we’d made and I was okay with it, but I also knew that as hard as it’d now be for me to not fall for him, it would be equally hard for him to be vulnerable in front of me again.
    He’d made that clear with the quick change in direction.
    My fingers wrapped around the warm metal until I clung to it. With a hand on my stomach, Oliver pushed me against the wall, holding me steady until he dropped to his knees in front of me.
    “Shit. I can smell you already,” he murmured, adjusting my legs so they dropped over his shoulders. With the height of the hook he’d hung me from, I was at the perfect level for him to do what he wanted.
    He didn’t remove my clothes or my swimsuit bottoms.
    Sliding his fingers over my clothed, hot, and swollen flesh, he pushed the gusset to the side and leaned in.
    “Damn it.” I gasped as he licked me. “Shit.”
    “Oh.” He pulled back and grinned up at me—that wicked, dirty smile. “If you scream you’ll scare the horses. So be quiet.”
    I could barely suck in a breath before he dipped his head. His fingers dug into my hip, holding me steady while his other hand held me open and ready for him.
    My entire body shook as soon as he touched me again. Giving me no time to prepare for it, he penetrated me…my pussy, my body. He was everywhere, deep inside me as his tongue worked in evil, soft circles, driving me crazy and burning with need to release as soon as he touched me.
    But I’d been like that as soon as we’d arrived. Hell, as soon as we’d finished at Kolby’s I was already wanting him again. This attraction between us was something I’d never experienced. It was unexplainable, unavoidable.
    “Oliver,” I mewled as he added fingers to his teasing and touching.