Page 25 of Knot Her Cowboys (Big Sky Omegas #2)

T he gods were testing me. Intellectually I knew it was better to let her fully settle in before getting too involved, but physically? I was weak as fuck for this woman, for my omega. She wanted me and I was desperate for her. Was there an actual point in denying either of us?

I glanced down the road in each direction to ensure we would be alone for a while. Then I flipped her.

Riley was already wriggling out of her top where she was sprawled against the bench seating. I knew I was correct to get this style instead of bucket seats. Old-fashioned or not, it was proving very useful.

She had the advantage of being smaller and more agile in a confined space for getting out of her clothes.

I wasn’t quite so lucky. She seemed willing to help me out and tugged my shirt off before I descended to reach her mouth.

Riley arched into my touch, nimble fingers undoing my belt, button, and zipper while I tried not to drown in the veritable fog of floral sweetness filling the truck.

The timeline of everything might have been less than ideal, but the fact remained that Riley was a bonded member of my pack, my scent match, and she wanted me .

I’d continue helping her navigate her trauma over time. Right now was about primal indulgence, the craving of alpha and omega for each other.

I kissed her again, steeping myself in the aura of desire radiating from her.

Gods, she tasted so fucking good.

Her whimper against my lips was going to send me into a rut if we weren’t careful. “Wild little omega.”

She grinned, reaching into my underwear to stroke my cock. “I can be tamed in the right hands.”

I shuddered through her attention. “And what if I don’t want to tame you?”

“Then I guess you’ll just be in for a ride, won’t you?” She surged up, kissing me again and shoving her shorts off her hips. Riley rotated, getting on her hands and knees, bracing herself against the seat and the door.

I swept my hands over her ass, kneading the round cheeks. A quick dip between her thighs had my fingers coming away dripping. “Fucking hell. Are we sure the suppressants are working?”

“They’re keeping my head clear and my pussy wet. They can’t stop my natural reaction to you.”

“Trade spots with me.”

She looked over her shoulder. “Why?”

“If you want to be fucked in this position, I’m gonna need to prop you on the armrest, and if I’m over here I’m going to be fighting with the steering wheel.”

She used the opportunity of relocation to kick off everything on her lower half, leaving her in only her bra, which she hastily unclipped and flung to the floor.

I groaned, taking in every gorgeous inch of her.

Once we’d navigated the confined space, I flipped the armrest back down and got her knees on it, forcing her into an approximation of a presentation pose.

I shoved down my jeans and underwear, and I snared her hips in my hands as I surged forward.

Riley’s needy whine when I plunged into her almost sent me over the edge. She was so hot around me, pussy grabbing tightly. I gave myself a second to breathe before finding the best way to brace myself and fuck the goddess the universe had dropped into my lap.

She was fucking exquisite: the spill of mahogany hair over her shoulders, the ripple of her ass cheeks each time our hips met, the sway of her breasts, and the death grip she had on the seat beneath her. Riley took every thrust and kept mewling for more.

“Oh my god, Dakota. Holy shit.”

Every time I sank into her, I was nudged a little higher on my path to ascension. Nothing compared to the slick warmth of her cunt. She made the most luscious sound with each thrust, strangled and desperate, like she was unable to stop herself.

Bending over her let me feel the expanse of her skin against my chest. She hooked her arm around the back of my neck and drew my mouth to hers in frantic, feral kisses, her sweet noises getting more unruly each time I drove my hips into her.

She was overwhelming in the best possible way. Even though I was the one surrounding her, it felt like the reverse, like her presence was inescapable, inevitable. Riley’s body was an offering I gladly claimed.

“Knot,” she begged, the word sneaking out between her panting breath and delicious kisses.

I shouldn’t. We’d have to stay put until it went down since driving with a knotted omega in my lap would break several traffic laws.

“You need to be in a bed for a knot, petal.”

Her whine shot straight through me. “ Please .”

It was truly unfair I was the one with more clarity right now and had to deny her. “I’ll knot you as much as you want when we’re not on the road. You don’t want to have to sit on my lap and wait for it to go down, do you?”

My naughty little flower shoved her fingers between her thighs.

The frantic pulse of her pussy as she came under her own power took me off guard almost as much as her sweet ass shoving backward to snare my knot as I spilled into her.

My vision flared white, pleasure searing up my spine and leaving me breathless.

Her purring drew me out of the haze of bliss, a smug, bratty smile on her face. “If you think having to spend time on a knot is going to dissuade me, you don’t know me at all. It’s the best, coziest part.”

“Cooper and Cash didn’t warn us you were a brat.” I teased my mouth along her throat, enjoying the delighted squeeze around my cock each time I hit the spot she liked.

“Maybe you’re just so much of an angel that it brings that out in me.”

Mischief filled me up. I tugged her off the armrest and firmly onto my lap, lightly pinning her by the throat so I could tease it with my lips.

Her breathing shallowed, scent sweetening.

If she wanted to play, we could play. I slid my fingers down her body, gratified by her squeak that melted straight into a moan when I found her clit.

Riley panted, my fingers strumming her along until her pussy pulsed around me, a wordless cry tumbling out of her. She whimpered when I didn’t stop, surrendering to my attention.

“That’s a good girl. You wanted this knot so bad, you’re gonna have to come until you can get off it.”

“But,” she gasped, “I won’t—won’t be able to get off if you keep—fuck—goddamnit, Dakota. I’ll be stuck on this knot all day.”

“That sounds like a you problem.” I laughed against her skin and sank my teeth against her throat, just hard enough to set her off again, her pussy clamping down so hard I came again in a bolt of heat. “Holy fuck.”

Riley laughed when she recovered herself. “Sounds like you might be having a you problem too. You could tame me later and we could cuddle now.”

“You make a valid argument.”

“I’m very persuasive.”

Gods, she was fucking cute. “Okay fine, I’ll send you into unending orgasmic bliss later, then.”

I lay back against the door, cradling her weight and listening to her purring. A happy omega was a blessing. If she let me, I’d spend the rest of my life making sure she stayed that way.

It took about twenty minutes before my knot went down enough for her to slide off. She looked so damn smug, grinning like an absolute fool.

“What are you so happy about?”

“Should I not be happy after getting railed and cuddled?” She buttoned her jean shorts up and popped her bra back on. “That’s kind of the basic recipe to please an omega, isn’t it?”

“It is,” I agreed. “I guess I’m just not used to a reaction that big.”

“You fucking a lot of omegas to know that?” It was impossible to not notice the tightness around her eyes.

“Not particularly. Would you be jealous if I was?”

She pouted like I had caught her with her hand in the cookie jar. “Maybe. Are you jealous I’ve had alphas before this pack?”

“The only part of that I care about is if you were treated well. I’m not jealous by nature, maybe a bit envious, but I try to put my trust in fate.”

She cupped my face, drawing me into a sweltering kiss that had my body waking up all over again. “I knew I liked you.”

“The crying and fucking didn’t clue you in to that earlier?”

Riley laughed, locking her arms around my chest. “It did, but now it’s double confirmed. Can we stop for a fancy coffee in town?”

“We can stop for whatever you want.”

Once we were back on the road, she switched on the radio, adorably singing along and dancing in her seat.

It was a little unfair of the universe to make her so perfect.

I had never been able to specifically parse a list of qualities I’d wanted in a partner, but each one she displayed added itself, making it endlessly clear that—scent match or not—she was who I had been waiting for.

I pulled to a stop outside the county clerk’s office, and we walked through the doors, patiently waiting in line to be served. Riley anxiously bounced from foot to foot until I looped my arm around her waist.

“Nervous?”

“I’ll feel better once I have the proof.”

“Do you think you’ll want help navigating the banks or anything else to deal with it?”

Riley shrugged. “I’m not doing any of that. She didn’t have anything when I left, and I doubt she had anything when she died. Plus, it’s been enough years I don’t think it would matter anyway. I just want to be able to pull out the certificate and remind myself she’s really gone.”

“Fair enough.”

We were greeted by a young beta with bright blonde hair. “Welcome to the Department of Vital Records. I’m Brenda. How can I help you?”

“I’d like a copy of the death certificate for Darlene Fletcher, please. I’m her daughter.”

“ID, please.”

Riley showed her driver’s license and Brenda nodded, tapping away on her keyboard.

“Hmm, I’m not seeing any recent records for Darlene Fletcher. When did she pass?”

“About three years ago.”

Brenda’s eyes widened. “Taking your sweet time, I see. All right. Hmm, there really is nothing. Let me go ask my supervisor. The system glitches all the time.” She bustled off, returning with a middle-aged woman who had Riley stiffening next to me.

“Holy shit on a stick. Riley?” The woman peered at Riley through wire glasses.

“Who’s that?” I whispered to Riley.

“Angela. She’s the one who told me Mom was dead.”

“What are you doing here, honey? You’re back from New York?”

“We’re trying to find the death certificate for her mom, but nothing is coming up in the system,” Brenda explained. “It’s been finicky since they did that update.”

“What on earth are you talking about?” Angela asked, staring at Riley. “Your mom’s not dead. I just saw her yesterday.”

Riley swayed on her feet like she was about to faint. “But you told me she died.”

I held Riley closer, hoping my presence was at least some comfort to her.

Angela paled as if she had suddenly remembered the part she had played in this deception. “Oh god. Honey, that was… You know what? Let’s call it a misunderstanding. Your mom was so desperate for you to come home, and I felt so bad for her.”

“Where is she?” Riley croaked out. “How close?”

“I’ll write down her address. She’s gonna be so happy to see you.” Angela scribbled it on a sheet she stole off the printer, folding it and passing it over. Riley didn’t move to take it, looking like she was on the verge of a panic attack, so I took it for her.

“Dakota,” Riley’s voice broke. “Get me out of here. Now.”