Free Ride a Cowboy by Desiree Holt Page A

Think you’ll like them? You like what we do?”
    Okay, enough with dancing around the issue.
    “Chance, before we go any further, there’s something we have to talk about.”
    His entire body tightened as if she’d dropped a noose over his head. “Oh? And what might that be?”
    “You keep asking me all these questions. Do I like this? Is this okay? Am I okay with it? What’s going on here? If I didn’t like…” She waved her hand at the night stand and the box in his hand. “I’d have told you do. So what’s going on? I want to know before you give me my next little present.”
    Chance let a breath out on a long, slow exhale, nudged her over and sat down beside her. “Okay, I guess you deserve answers. But fair’s fair. You have to tell me about Boyd.”
    She nodded. “All right.”
    “I met Sabrina my senior year in college. Truth be told, she reminded me of you in many ways.” He grimaced. “But you know what they say. There’s only one original. Anyway, we graduated, she went home to Austin and went to work and I came here to work on the ranch full time.”
    “I remember when I heard you’d gotten married.”
    “I took my time,” he told her. “Thought I was making sure everything was right. But I’d learned by then the things I enjoyed in the bedroom and I really didn’t want to have to pass on them. I introduced Sabrina to some of it while we were engaged and she seemed okay with them. But…”
    “But?” she prompted.
    “But apparently she was just reeling me in. Because once she had that ring on her finger and the honeymoon was over, she shut the door on me. Told me she hated all of this. It disgusted her. And if I loved her, I wouldn’t need any of this to—as she said—enhance our sex life.”
    “So what happened?”
    “You don’t need all the gory details. Just know that she never let up on me, never stopped digging at me, even when I said fine, we’d do things whatever way she wanted. But about that time I realized I really didn’t love her at all and she sure as hell didn’t love me. The last fight we had she said some things that really hurt. And then it was over.”
    “So you’ve been wanting to make sure the same thing isn’t going to happen with me.”
    “Doesn’t that make sense?” He brought his face close to hers. “I’d hate it if you felt the same way. I want you, Molly, and not just for one night. But I want us to want the same things in bed.”
    She stroked her fingers across his cheek. “Would it shock you to know that I’ve fantasized about doing these very things with the right man? Read about them in erotic romances? Even talked to a couple of women about them? So no, Chance, none of this turns me off. Especially with you.”
    She could see the level of tension decrease visibly, and the kiss he gave her held as much emotion as heat.
    “Then I guess I’d better give you your present.” He opened the box and took out a beautiful metal butterfly, its multihued wings catching the light from the lamp.
    “What’s that for?” she wanted to know. “You’re not going to pin something to me, are you?”
    “No, sugar. You’ll love this.”
    He took out a tiny tube of something from the box, squeezed a little ribbon of it onto one finger and rubbed it on the ridge of the butterfly’s spine. Then he squeezed out a little more and rubbed it into her clit. Finally, he pressed the butterfly’s wings together to open a tiny clamp in the spine and placed it on the tip of her clit.
    “Now watch,” he told her.
    He pulled out the last item in the box, a small black rectangle, and pushed the button on its surface. Immediately the butterfly began to hum and its wings began to flutter. The vibrations shot straight into Molly’s cunt and radiated through her body.
    “Ohmigod,” she whispered.
    He cupped one breast with a hand, his thumb rasping the nipple. “Feels good, doesn’t it.”
    She nodded mutely.
    “I love toys, Molly. And I’ve wanted to share