Free Ride a Cowboy by Desiree Holt Page B

them with you for a very long time.” He licked one nipple. “I waited and waited for you to realize you’d made a mistake with that asshole in Houston. And when you came home after he did you wrong, I began collecting these little presents, hoping that now we were both a lot older, it would be our time to use them.” He licked the other nipple. “And that it would turn you on as much as it does me.”
    “Chance!” she wailed, as her body bucked under the sensations of the butterfly.
    “You like that, sugar? With this little remote I can turn that butterfly on any time. Or turn it off.”
    He depressed the button again and just as quickly the vibrations stopped.
    Her eyes widened. “Why did you stop?”
    He grinned. “Don’t want to use it all up at once.” He took one of her hands and placed it over his rigid cock. “Besides, just watching you gets me too excited. And we’ve still got dinner to eat.”
    “You want to eat dinner now?”
    He chuckled. “Anticipation is half the pleasure. Come on.” He helped her up from the bed and pulled on his jeans. “You get to eat naked again.”

Chapter Eight
    “Why not you?” she pouted.
    “Why not me what?” he asked.
    “Why don’t you eat naked? I like to look at you, too.”
    “Because if I don’t keep my dick in my pants, our evening may be very short lived. Come on now. The food should be just about ready.”
    Tonight Chance surprised her by pulling a bottle of a nice white wine from the fridge and filling two goblets.
    “Wine?” Molly asked. “I thought you were strictly a beer and bourbon drinker.”
    “Hey, I have class, sugar. It’s just hard to see it sometimes for all the horse shit I’m covered in.” He brushed a kiss over her forehead as he placed the glasses on the table.
    For the second night in a row, Molly sat at the table facing Chance, naked except for her earrings, the butt plug and the beautiful butterfly. And Chance might as well have been naked, his lower half concealed buy the table and above it, a feast for her eyes, his hard, muscular chest with its soft pelt of fine curls, broad shoulders, arms with rippling muscles the bespoke the ranch work he did. It was all she could do not to drool.
    She wondered if this “thing” between them was going to last and if he’d always insist she eat naked? The edges of the butterfly pressed against her inner thighs, forcing her to sit with her legs slightly apart. The fabric of the seat cushion rasped against the pouty lips of her cunt, arousing her even more.
    She was trying to concentrate on her food, but Chance’s next words startled her. “So tell me about Boyd the Bastard.”
    Her jaw dropped. “Excuse me?”
    “You know. Your ex. At least that’s what your father calls him.”
    She couldn’t help the little laugh that escaped her lips. Leave it to her father. She kept her story brief and to the point, leaving out the goriest details.
    “Let me say that, just like Sabrina wasn’t me, Boyd wasn’t you. And leave it at that.”
    He reached across the table and covered one of her hands with his.
    “I’ll never cheat on you, Molly. Ever. And I’ll take very good care of you.”
    “W-What are you saying?”
    “I’m saying that as soon as I get my brain straightened out so I don’t make a mess of things, I want to talk about us. But right now, all my brain can think about is the naked woman sitting across from me and the things I can do to her with that little butterfly.”
    He speared a forkful of enchilada, a wicked look on his face.
    Molly stilled, her own fork in midair. “What’s that look for, Chance McDaniel?”
    His moved his hand to the remote. “I think we should spice up the meal a little, don’t you?”
    The moment he depressed the button the little butterfly began its humming dance and her entire body responded. The tiny bundles of nerves in the walls of her cunt responded like bees to honey and the muscles quivered with little convulsions.
    Molly’s fork