Page 32 of Revelry (Cowgirls Do It Better #2)

“You’ve gotten smug awful quickly, sugar,” I purred as I kicked off my boots. Then nudged her to the side. I took my cue and lined up a shot. I potted four balls before turning to her. There was a wild look in her eyes and I prowled over, not breaking eye contact.

I stopped right in front of her, peering down and her mouth popped open as I used one finger to unhook the first button on her dress.

“Lose it,” I demanded, the beast in me ready to play with his prey.

Her throat bobbed in a swallow before she unbuttoned and then spread the dress open.

My mouth dried as I took in her black satin bra with her breasts spilling over the top and matching black panties.

I closed my eyes, my nostrils flaring as I tried to rein in my urges.

Only now was the perfect time to give in to them.

She shifted nervously on the spot, but I didn’t miss the way she stared at my chest. I dropped my cue and crowded her against the table.

“I want to play something else,” I murmured, plucking her bottom lip between my thumb and finger.

Her breath whooshed out over my hand. “What do you want to play?”

I dipped my head, running my nose up the side of her neck and heard her soft whimper. “Who can come the hardest?”

“That…that doesn’t sound like a game friends play,” she stuttered.

I wanted to beat my chest with pride at reducing her to a quivering mess. “We aren’t friends Gertrude,” I whispered.

“Why do you say that?”

I pressed a wet kiss to the hollow at the base of her throat. “Because I don’t think about you like a friend should.”

She gasped and I nibbled her neck, my hands skimming up her bare thighs and squeezing her round flesh, loving how it filled my palm. I grabbed a handful of her perfect ass that had tortured me so many times and rocked her into me.

“Tate,” she sighed.

“I want to play, Gertrude. Do you want to play too?” I sucked on her pounding pulse and her grip on my arms tightened.

“Yes,” she breathed.

It was all I needed, I hefted her up and laid her out on the pool table, spreading her legs wide. I traced my tongue over her thighs, to a little beauty spot on one of them that taunted me since the hot spring.

Her hands tangled in my hair as I teased her and I could feel her tugging me up. I went slowly, laving my tongue over her skin, pausing to nip and lick here and there. I nudged my nose along the center of her panties and her back bowed, little gasps falling from her.

“Can’t wait to taste you,” I moaned, spying the wet patch on her panties and her writhing hips.

“Please, Tate.” Her head shook from side to side, and I cupped her cheek, aligning our gazes.

“I’m the first, aren’t I? You were being serious?” I couldn’t explain why I needed to know I would be the first to taste her, to give her that pleasure. It was a possessive side of myself I’d never felt before. An animalistic need to mark her overtook me and I nipped at the seam of her panties.

“You’re the first. Please,” she begged, hips lifting towards me.

I pulled back and tugged her panties down, bunching them up in my fist and tucking them into the back pocket of my jeans, before parting her thighs again to get a glimpse of heaven.

Dark hair in a little strip, pointing down to exactly where my mouth watered to taste.

I took a breath, trying to calm myself down. I was overstimulated. I clicked my fingers three times, pulling myself back and inhaling deeply before I bent down and ran my tongue slowly through her slit.

She gasped and bucked her hips. I slung an arm over her stomach, holding her down as I ate at her. My tongue glided up and down, pushing inside her before coming back up to tease her clit, tormenting it before sucking long and hard.

“Fuck, Tate!” she shouted. I watched her, one hand lost in her hair, the other plumping her breast as she writhed beneath me, wild and wanton and chaotic in her pleasure.

I’d done this with other women but right now, not a single one of them compared to Gertrude.

She was stunning, beautiful and imprinted on my soul.

“Don’t stop!” she commanded.

I went back to feasting on her, using my fingers to stretch her as I sucked her down. She flooded my mouth and fuck, she tasted good. So good my cock pulsed in my boxers. I scissored my fingers, stretching her and she twisted, groaning and then panting.

“Tate, don’t stop, don’t stop,” she chanted, and I could feel her body tightening. I sucked hard then hummed and she screamed, actually screamed as she came, her body clamping down on me and keeping me in paradise. I couldn’t wait to feel what that would be like when she clamped down on my cock.

She bucked her hips and rode out her orgasm, whimpering and whining and I licked her gently before placing soft kisses to her thighs.

She started shaking and I pulled her to me, the adrenaline leaving her body.

I brushed her hair back with both hands and gently kissed her cheek, the corner of her mouth and she sagged against me.

Our afterglow was ruined by the sound of footsteps close by, then the rattling of the door.

“If someone is robbing my motherfucking bar, I will fucking kill you!”

“Oh shit,” Gertrude groaned, pushing away from me and grabbing for her dress.

“Gertrude! I thought you said Max knew we were here?” I said, hastily snatching up my shirt and boots. The door to the bar burst open and Max ran inside, swinging a baseball bat.

“Hey, whoa!” I cried as he ran towards us and he stopped, squinting in the low light.

“Gertrude? Is that you?”

“Yes, doofus, it’s me,” she grumbled. “Thanks for killing the mood.”

Max looked around, wearing only pajama pants and with his hair wild. “Are you for real right now? You broke into my bar and you’re sassing me? I should call the cops for this! Breaking and entering is a crime, you know.”

Gertrude went over to him and patted his cheek. “Oh hush it boy or I’ll tell the town just how many porn mags you had stacked under your bed as a teenager.”

He reared back. “How did you know about those?”

“I make it my business to get leverage on all the kids I babysat.”

I watched the interaction, amazed at her fearlessness despite the fact that she had committed a crime and I was her accomplice. And she was almost naked.

“Come on Tate, let’s get out of here.”

She held her hand out to me and I sure as shit wasn’t going to say no. I covered her palm with mine, our fingers linking together and we strutted outside like we weren’t criminals in our underwear.

“You owe me for the alcohol!” Max shouted after us.

“Yeah yeah.” Gertrude finger-waved at a sputtering Max. Then we grabbed our bikes and rode home, laughing the whole way.

I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt more alive.