Page 12 of Lasso Lovebirds (Rainbow Ranch #4)

beau

Thirty minutes flew by faster than a tornado and slower than molasses. By the time I made it to my door, I wondered if I’d imagined everything. Kissing Sky, kissing Pris, us finally admitting that something had been between us for so long that we hadn’t pursued.

I rapped my knuckles on the wood, glancing left and right for anyone else. It was still middle of the day, though, and the house was quiet. My pulse raced as my door swung open.

Pris’ fingers curled into my button down and she yanked me forward with enough force that I stumbled in. The door shut behind us as she turned the lock, a heavy silence settling between us.

Damn. She was gorgeous. Everything about her was absolutely perfect. I had no idea why she would want anything to do with me, but I didn’t have time to really second guess that.

She leaned up on her tiptoes, her soft, plush lips brushing mine. I groaned, my hands settling on her hips. In a swift motion, I lifted her so her legs could wrap around my waist. Her arms looped around my neck, heat bursting between us.

I couldn’t get enough of her. After all of that yearning and pining, every touch was like holding a slice of heaven.

She drew back, catching her breath. “Fuck,” she mumbled. “You’re real good at that.”

“So are you,” I rasped.

“Put me down.”

Reluctantly, I let her feet hit the floor. A bolt of surprise shocked me as she reached up and twined her fingers in my hair, giving me a gentle push.

“Kneel for me, cowboy.”

My knees went weak and I slowly hit the wood floors, my head tipping back as Priscilla stepped closer to me, her gaze searching mine.

We’d been dancing around each other for years, but something about Sky showing up and drawing us together had shifted things. The tension in the air crackled with electricity, drowning the two of us like a flood.

Her expression softened, her hand sliding beneath my chin.

As she pushed my face up, all of my attention was on her.

On the way the sunlight glistened on her rich brown skin and haloed her curls.

The way her beautiful dark brown eyes shone.

More than anything else, I wanted to touch her.

I wanted to worship her. I wanted to make up for all the years I’d dreamt about kissing her.

We’d been denying ourselves for far too long.

Priscilla’s lips slowly curved into a smile, her fingers sliding around to the back of my head. “I’m taking off this mask, Beau. I want to see you .”

Damned if I didn’t whimper.

I couldn’t say I was much of a smooth talker behind closed doors. I was a simple man, at the end of the day. And I wished I could come up with all the flowery language in the world to really tell her how kneeling for her made me feel, but my voice faltered into a whisper.

“Can I touch you?” I asked as she pulled my mask free.

“Yes,” she said. “I want you.”

“I want you too. More than anything else.”

“Then show me.”

Lust whipped up like a storm, howling in my veins, as I reached for her, scooping her up and standing in one smooth motion.

She stifled a squeal as I carried her to her bed, laying her down on the soft quilt.

I grabbed her boot and tugged, slowly pulling it off.

And then the other, putting them together on the floor.

Her eyes sparkled with excitement as I kicked mine off and crawled onto the bed between her thighs, running my hands up the denim, cradling her body until my fingers met the top pearl snap of her button down.

Our lips met tentatively at first. Softly. The taste of her was heavenly, rocking me straight to my core. How many times had I imagined this moment?

Her body was hot against mine, heat pouring off us in waves as our kiss turned fiery. Her tongue swiped against mine, our groans blending together as she gripped my T-shirt and tugged it overhead. My heart skipped a beat as I planted a hand next to her head, staring down at her in wonder.

“I’m no good at words.” I swallowed hard, cupping her cheek as I kissed her again. “But every single part of me is in awe of you, Pris.”

Her breath hitched. I paused for a moment to admire her, but she shook her head, her hands running up my chest as if to urge me to get a move on.

“If we’re away too long, someone will come looking for us,” she said.

I snorted. “The door is locked. They can’t stop us now.”

There wasn’t anything in hell or on earth that could pull me from her arms. Right now was about each other. Savoring every moment, every touch, satiating the deep longing that’d been haunting the two of us for far too long.

I popped the second button on her shirt. Pris hummed as I took my time, kissing down her neck and chest as I popped another. One by one, the soft snaps broke the silence through the bedroom.

Touching her just felt right. I grazed my knuckles over her collarbone and she sat up slightly, helping me pull her shirt free. I grabbed the hem of the tank she wore underneath and tore it away. All she wore now was her bra and jeans.

“Get these off,” she demanded, tugging at my belt.

“So impatient,” I teased.

But I rolled over quickly, unclasping my belt. She did the same, the two of us shucking off the rest of our clothes. They all landed in a pile on the floor and my eyes widened as she stretched out on my bed, now completely naked, her hands over her breasts.

All thoughts evaporated. My cock hardened as she slowly moved them, her dark brown nipples hard and begging to be sucked.

She was quicker than a Texas flood. In the blink of an eye, she was pushing me down and straddling my thigh, her fingertips grazing the jagged line that marred my hip. Her pussy was hot and wet against my skin, my cock throbbing in response.

“Where’s that scar from?” she asked. “I’ve never seen it before.”

“One of the horses kicked me years ago while I was shoeing them,” I chuckled. “I fell down and one of the pritchels sliced me up. Learned a couple good lessons that day.”

She shivered. “I bet that hurt.”

“It did.”

She hummed softly and leaned down, her lashing fluttering as she looked up at me. My lips parted in shock as she kissed the scar gently, and then traced the line with the tip of her tongue.

“Fuck,” I rasped. “ Pris .”

Her hand wrapped around the base of my cock, squeezing gently as she rocked her pussy against my thigh. My mind was short circuiting.

“I think we know who’s the boss now,” she said. “Right?”

The corner of my mouth tugged. “Do you wanna be the boss of me right now, darlin’?”

“If I don’t, then we’ll be here all day. All night.” She rocked her hips as pre-cum beaded on the tip of my cock. I was all too aware of her bare pussy against my thigh. “We don’t have time for that. I want you now.”

“I want to savor you,” I said.

“Tonight. Come to my bed tonight.”

“I’m meeting Sky tonight . . .” I trailed off.

“Oh?” She smirked. “Really?”

My cheeks were burning. “Yes . . .”

“Maybe I’ll join and watch. With both of your permission, of course.”

That made me even harder. Before I could say another word, Pris leaned down and crushed my mouth with hers, her other leg throwing over my hip so that she was straddling me fully now.

My cock slapped against her pussy, my fingers gripping each ass cheek as she grinded against me, her hands exploring my chest. Pleasure rolled through me as she pinched one of my nipples.

“Do you like that?” she asked.

“Yes,” I huffed. “I like that a lot.”

Shock followed as she replaced her fingertips with her lips, sucking gently. My eyes rolled back and it took every ounce of willpower to keep myself from groaning too loud. Sparks skated across my skin as she moved to the other, all while reaching down between us to stroke my cock.

I didn’t know what to do with my hands. Hell, I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been with someone, and I’d never been with someone who wanted to dominate me.

But I liked submitting to Pris.

There was something about it. Vulnerable, exciting. I could feel my thoughts vanishing, all tumbling down the path of submission. I just wanted to be good for her. I just wanted to please her.

My hips bucked, my hands tightening on her.

She smirked against me and then looked up. “That’s my good boy.”

Good boy?! My eyes widened as a rush of need overtook me. No one had ever called me a good boy before, and damned if it didn’t confirm something I’d suspected about myself for a long time.

I had a praise kink.

“Where’s the lube?” she asked.

“Now, wait a damn minute,” I grunted. “You just called me a good boy.”

She raised a brow. “Too much?”

“No—of course not,” I stammered. “I . . .”

“Liked it?”

“Yes,” I admitted.

Fuck. I really liked it. In fact, my mind was still spinning. No one had ever said something like that to me.

“I’ve been wanting to call you a good boy for years.”

“Oh really?”

“Mm-hmm.” Pris grinned. “Just seems like something you’ve needed to hear for a while.”

“I think I agree, given how . . . how it made me feel.”

“Good . . . Beau, where do you keep your lube?”

“Top drawer. Condoms, too. Although, they’ve probably gathered dust at this point.”

Pris slid off me with a chuckle. “Well, time to dust them all off then, huh?”

I raised my head, my cock standing straight up as I watched her hips sway. She walked over to my dresser and pulled the top drawer open, pulling out a bottle of lube and a condom. My tongue was tied as she turned back to face me.

Gods, she was beautiful. I’d always thought so, of course. But seeing her like this, fully naked and aroused and walking straight toward me—I was the luckiest man alive. The luckiest damn man alive.

She knelt back onto the bed and I took the bottle from her, dragging her back on top of me. She laughed as she stretched out, the two of us kissing until we had to catch our breath.

“I want to ride you, cowboy,” she said.

“Anything you want, darlin’,” I huffed.