Page 14 of Knot Her Cowboys (Big Sky Omegas #2)

S he was even better than I had hoped. I’d always known how fierce and feisty she was, and I’d kind of assumed that passion would carry over into her physical relationships, but now I’d gotten to experience it for myself.

Now I wanted to keep her.

Hell, I’d always wanted to keep her. Maybe she would want to keep me too.

We’d all kept our mouths fucking shut about the scent match.

Riley had been through a lot and we could address it later.

For now I was counting my blessings. She and I had a connection, and now I knew we’d been meant for each other this whole time.

I’d mourned the lost years right alongside Cooper, but he had gotten a lot more of Riley than I had.

How much more might it have hurt if she’d been my best friend and my lover?

No wonder Cooper had stayed obsessed with her and struggled so much after she’d left.

But none of that mattered in this moment because she was here and, at least for tonight, she was mine.

She hadn’t lied about wanting a second round, but the longer we stayed in that parking lot, the higher the risk of someone catching us. A short drive was all it took to disappear into the middle of nowhere so I could chuck down my emergency blankets into the truck bed and climb in there with her.

Riley under starlight was a treat for the senses. It was too damn dark to see her, and I didn’t want to blind her with a work light or give away that we were out here, so I had to content myself with everything but sight.

“Cash,” Riley whimpered my name, her ankles locked behind my back, the press of her heels encouraging me to get a move on.

The feel of her pussy surrendering had me panting, spurred forward by the precious little panting breaths and moans she made in my ear. I wanted to mold my whole body to hers, memorize the way each curve plastered against me.

This wasn’t at all the way I’d imagined having her. Sure, fucking her into a blackout orgasm had made the list, but the front seat of my truck in a bar parking lot hadn’t even entered my mind, nor had the bed of my truck. My ego was never going to recover from her being that desperate to have me.

The original plan had been to taste every inch of her skin, eat her out until she begged me to fuck her while laid out on the softest blankets we owned.

But plans changed.

I’d already gotten to see the way her eyes widened when I fucked into her for the first time, and that image would hold me over.

“Greedy little omega.” I scraped my teeth over her throat, loving the way she arched up when I did it. “How many times do I have to make you come before you’re satisfied?”

Her whimper was too fucking much. “At least one more.”

I bucked the sass right out of her. Riley sang me a song, all breathy moans as she took everything I gave her, just like she’d promised.

She clung hard, one arm braced over the back of my head to keep me close, the other stretched over me, nails digging in while she shook like a leaf.

The sound of me driving into her dripping pussy was downright sinful.

Riley broke apart for me, her sweet cunt strangling my cock.

She squirmed like a wild thing, scent like syrup in my nose, and body hot as a flame. “Don’t stop.”

Helpless except to give her everything she wanted, I’d keep going until I collapsed. I was a ways off from that, but I was rapidly discovering that my girl was insatiable.

“Cashy, it’s so hot.”

It wasn’t, not really. The summer air was a cool breeze that kept me pretty damn comfortable while she provided me with an unplanned workout.

Her skin burned like she’d slipped into a fever.

That meant…something, right? My last two brain cells were sluggish, shot with a tranquilizer dart each time her pussy squeezed around me.

She latched her nails into my butt cheeks, digging in hard to spur me on.

Forget bourbon, I could get drunk off just her whimpers, each one more delicious than the last. She was a craving I had learned to cope with, an open wound I had carried for so long I had started to forget it was there, but now that she was here, now that she was mine in this brand-new way, her mere presence was stitching me back together.

Every touch healed something I hadn’t realized was broken.

Every kiss was a balm to those fractured pieces I had ignored for so long.

Fuck.

Cooper was going to nuke me out of existence.

“Cash.” My name dropped from Riley’s lips like a prayer. Her cunt spasmed, body arching up, scouring away the few rational thoughts that had begun to form.

“I’m gonna need you to say my name again just like that.”

She did, and I basked in the sensation of raw power it gave me. Riley wanted me, and goddamnit, I was going to hand myself to her on a silver fucking platter. She could have every bit of me for as long as she wanted.

Her nails slowly walked up my body, pausing and digging in with each thrust until she was frantically pawing at me, shaking as she lost control. The most perfect omega in the world was losing it for me .

She arched again, struggling to catch her breath. “Oh my god, Caaash. Motherfuck?—”

I let my forehead drop to hers, unwilling to let my knot put an end to the fun just yet.

Breathe.

“More,” Riley demanded.

I claimed another kiss and then latched my teeth onto her throat, pressing down on the scent gland, firm enough to pin her in place, but not enough to break the skin.

She erupted like a fucking volcano.

I wasn’t expecting her to come quite so hard, but her scream rang in my ear, and her scent would’ve taken me out at the knees if I wasn’t already down.

The intoxicating—and oddly grape soda-like—flavor of her lupine scent coated my tongue, a heat-seeking missile for any brain cells that were hiding and prepared to put themselves to work.

No thinking, only fucking. Only driving into the slick, wet heat of the woman I had never let myself openly want. Only trying to satisfy a craving I knew would never be quelled again.

Each sweep of my tongue against her throat had her shivering. I wanted all of her forever.

Scent match.

Mate.

My omega.

Our omega.

God, if she fell apart like this just for me, I could only imagine what a show she would put on if there were more bodies put to work on meeting her needs.

Riley whined, pushing against my chest until I detached my teeth, already mourning the loss of her taste. “Too hot.”

I fanned her sweat-slicked skin with my hands, earning both a giggle and a moan.

Riley whimpered. “Why is it so hot? Find me a creek and throw me in.”

I rallied my exhausted brain cells, finding a folded-up safety vest tucked to the side of the truck bed and hauling it out to use as a more effective fan. She sprawled out, purring at the cool air wafting over her skin.

“Can you fuck and fan at the same time?”

“I couldn’t pat my head and rub my belly when we were kids. What makes you think I can handle those two things at once now?”

Riley rewarded me with a laugh. “Let me be on top.”

“I’m all yours, cowgirl.” I navigated our change in position until she settled on my lap, sinking back onto my cock with a breathy sigh.

Her hips were a luscious handful, her ass just begging to be squeezed.

The first rise and fall of her stole my breath. I wished I could see her. Forced to rely on touch, I slid my hands up and up, feeling the bounce of her breasts as she moved, tracing my thumb over her parted lips, her hot breath ghosting over me.

Riley darted her tongue out, and I moaned, her hips slamming down in the same moment. “Cash, you feel so fucking good.”

Her teeth snared the tip of my thumb and I cupped her cheek, letting her suck on the digit, my hips bucking up into her as if she were sucking on my cock instead.

She broke away, panting. “Holy shit. Do that again.”

With a quick grip on her hips, I braced my feet and fucked up into her, earning myself a deliciously strangled sound from my girl. Her palms hit my chest, Riley sliding right back into taking what I offered.

A gorgeous chant of broken fuck s spilled out of her, all the cuter for how much she wanted to swear and how unable she was with my cock stealing her ability to speak at all.

“Your pussy is squeezing so tight, Riles. Are you gonna come for me again?”

“Y-Yes,” she stuttered a moment before she fell apart with a cry that snapped the last thread of my control. Riley slammed down hard, my knot swelling inside her and sending her off the edge before she had a chance to steady.

I couldn’t damn well breathe either, every muscle taut as I spilled into her.

She tilted forward and I sat up to meet her eager mouth, consuming her whimpers until she broke away and buried her teeth in my skin.

Her lupine scent erupted, washing over me like it could drag me beneath the surface I was already fighting to stay above.

So sweet.

Her skin burned against me.

Riley bit down harder and it seemed like the most natural thing in the world to bite her in return. Floral sugar coated my tongue along with salt and copper as I put my claim on her skin.

All mine.

She burst like a bonfire in my chest, all chaotic energy tangled with lust and guilt that knocked me on my ass.

I collapsed backward, holding her tightly. My brain cells weren’t interested in working right now, but the little survival alarm bells in the back of my mind were clanging. I was supposed to notice something, but then Riley’s hips moved and all those worries melted away.