Page 16 of Rodeo Rivals (Hope Runs Deep #11)

McKayla

M cKayla walked right into that one. The same way she strolled right to his truck, up the stairs, and through the door of his Lance truck camper.

He definitely had a fancier model than she did.

It had a slide-out. Which meant she couldn’t stretch her arms on either side and touch both outer walls, like she could in her own.

Though she wouldn’t say it was spacious.

Efficient like hers. The small kitchenette had a sink, oven, stovetop with three burners, a few cabinets. Beside that was a door to what she assumed to be the bathroom, a booth style table, and his bed tucked in the back with a step up to it.

Honestly, the layout was identical to her own. With minor differences in color and, obviously, décor. He opted for the over- the-top western theme. In the few nooks and crannies he had, there were rusted horseshoes, a tiny cactus, and tricolor cowhide pillows.

As he closed the door behind her, she shifted her focus toward the bed. It was twice the thickness of her own. The bedding only made it that much fluffier and tempting. How the hell did he get it in there?

She turned, trying to sort out logistics, only to bump right into the wall of flesh that was Wyatt’s chest.

Oh. That’s right. She wasn’t actually there to assess his bed. Well, not by sight anyway.

Considering there wasn’t much room unless she sat down in the booth, they were at an impasse.

Not that she wanted to leave or anything.

It was merely the nature of the space they currently occupied.

It wasn’t intended for this many people.

No one could convince her that this small of a space could comfortably accommodate more than one person.

She’d lose her mind if she had to share one hundred and forty square feet with anyone.

One night, though. She could handle that.

When his eyes darkened with a feral desire, she licked her bottom lip. That smoulder raised her body temperature. That was what she had come for.

“Are we sure we want to do this?” he asked as he rested his hands on her hips and pulled her tighter against him.

Was he serious?

Snaking her arms over his shoulders, she pursed her lips as though contemplating. “I’ve made worse decisions in my life.”

He snorted before he kissed the tip of her nose. “Name two.”

Smirking, she skimmed her fingers up the back of his neck into the shortness of his hair. “Umm. Choppy bangs and skinny jeans in the 2010s.”

He threw his head back and laughed, which made his Adam’s apple bob. For reasons unknown to her, it looked rather enticing, and she peppered all around it with gentle kisses. The saltiness of his skin stained her lips.

His hands crept over her body, and he cupped the globes of her ass, making her skin break out in goose pimples. As he lowered his face, he covered her mouth with his and lifted her off the ground. Laughing during the kiss, she tightened her hold on him.

There was something about a guy holding her up by sheer strength that made her go tingly. She wasn’t fat, and no one could call her skinny, but her thickness meant most guys didn’t attempt it. She was all muscle, which made her a bit of a challenge to lift.

Turning, he gently placed her on the table. Claiming her mouth with savage, possessive kisses, he guided her back until she was laid out with him positioned between her thighs.

The kiss broke when he leaned back to stand at his full height. His tongue ran over his bottom lip. “I can still taste the lime,” he said.

She smirked. “Really? All I got was the tequila.”

“Want another shot?”

She snickered.

“I do. With you laid out on my table, my mouth is watering.”

He slid his palms up her legs toward the top of her jeans. Little fireworks popped beneath the fabric. The denim did little to prevent the heat of his desire from scorching her skin. Her core throbbed. She could get addicted to the look in his eyes.

She couldn’t worry about that now.

Slowly, he dropped to his knees. His head, between her thighs, was perfectly aligned with her sex. “May I?”

Absolutely.

“May you what?” she teased.

She knew damn well what he asked for, but she wanted him to say it out loud. A man willing to verbalize his desire always unraveled her.

He cocked his head to the side slightly. “You want me to say it?”

“Most definitely.”

His gaze shifted to the apex of her thighs, which was mere inches from his nose. His fingers unsnapped the button on her jeans before clasping the tab of her zipper.

“I want to lick every inch of your glorious pussy,” he said as he dragged the metal down, opening her pants.

Oh, sweet baby Jesus. Of course he had to be graphic—just the way she liked it. He knew what she craved.

With a bit of a wiggle and a series of tugs, he dragged them over her hips and leaned back so he could get them down the rest of her legs.

“I’ll suck your clit until you shake.”

Holy hell. Her sex pulsed with need.

“Is that so?” she challenged as her heart raced within her chest and her pussy practically dripped.

He nodded, rubbing his nose against her panty-clad slit. Closing his eyes, he inhaled.

Hot damn. That was fucking hot.

“And when you’re about to come, I’m going to stop.”

She couldn’t help but whimper. “Why would you do that?”

Hooking his index fingers into the waist of her panties, he tugged them down, exposing her sex to the cool air of his camper.

“Because I want you to beg me.”

“For what?”

“What do you want?”

“To come, obviously.”

Using his thumb, he traced it over her moist folds, making it harder for her to breathe normally. Short gasps were all she could muster as he teased her.

“How, though?” he asked as he toyed with her wetness. “On my tongue?”

That could work for her.

When he thrust two fingers into her wanton sex, it stole her breath and she quaked.

“Or maybe you want to come on my fingers?” he suggested as he wiggled them deep inside her.

That wasn’t a bad idea at all.

She squirmed, closed her eyes, and bit back the moans desperate to escape from her.

“I see,” he said and pressed harder against her clit.

The pressure was too much, and she groaned as he moved it in gentle circles. The synapses in her brain short-circuited, and her arousal soared to new heights.

“So, you don’t want my cock, then? My fingers will do?” he asked.

As though they had a mind of their own, her hips rocked, meeting the rhythm of his fingers as they worked in and out of her.

“What do you desire, McKayla? Tongue, fingers, or cock ?”

That word struck her arousal chord just the right way.

He worked a third digit inside her, and she lost her damn mind. Shaking, she had never felt so gloriously full in her life.

She gasped, and her eyelids flew open. Staring up at the ceiling but not processing much of anything but the feeling of him filling her, she writhed on his table.

“Tell me you want me to taste you,” he urged.

Oh. He was too devious for his own good. How dare he turn the tables on her and make her use her voice at a time like this?

“Please,” she nodded, desperate for more.

“Good girl.”

Fucking Christ. Of course he had to say that .

Arching her back, she let out another deep, feral moan. Though it was nothing compared to the warmth of his mouth over her sex. Removing his thumb, he swirled his tongue in figure eights while curling his fingers in a come-hither motion inside her.

She slapped the table and rocked her head back and forth.

Her body felt like a sparkler on the Fourth of July—fizzing and popping but not quite exploding.

She needed more, but her brain wasn’t working enough to come up with what that more could be.

She sure as shit couldn’t take anything else inside her.

There wasn’t enough room. He’d split her in half if he tried that.

She quivered at the thought. Death by orgasm. What a way to go.

When he flicked his tongue against her clit, she lost it. Trembling, she squeezed his head between her thighs and found the edge of the orgasmic cliff. Though she couldn’t go over it. The pleasure was just barely out of her reach.

“Fuck me, goddammit,” she hissed.

“Now, that’s not a nice way to ask me,” he drawled into her sex.

When he withdrew his fingers, she whimpered. “No,” she pleaded.

What the hell? She wanted more, not less !

Using the tips of his fingers, he traced her slit and teased her even more. “So, it’s my cock you want to come on?”

“Yes,” she said between gritted teeth. “Fuck me.”

She’d take anything he’d offer at this point.

On his feet now, he stared down at her and drove his fingers deep inside her. The force slid her up the table until her head grazed the wall. Stars flashed across her vision, and her body pulsed with greedy need.

“Say please, McKayla.”

Grinding her sex against the palm of his hand, all she could do was moan. Words were beyond her. All she wanted was sensations.

His belt clanked against the edge of the table. Over her own panting, she heard his jeans flopping down to the floor and the tearing of the condom wrapper. She couldn’t speak—only feel.

Leaning over her, he filled her vision. Every one of her senses was overwhelmed by him. His cologne, the tequila on his breath, the view of him, the feel of him once again removing his fingers from her sex. All she could process was Wyatt and her desire for him.

Dipping his glistening digits that were once inside her into his mouth, he closed his eyes and sucked. She’d never been so lost in hedonism as she was in that moment.

“Delicious,” he groaned as the head of his cock pressed against her opening.

Reaching for him, she whined, “Please, fuck me.”

He drove himself inside her with the force of a speeding train. In and out, he rocked his hips hard and fast. His hands rested on her shoulders, giving him leverage to take her with the utmost animalistic desire.

This wasn’t the gentle lovemaking of a shy, inexperienced teenager losing his virginity. It felt more like a desperate man hate-banging his mortal enemy. McKayla had never been as thoroughly fucked in her life. It was glorious.

Every muscle in her body tightened and she grabbed at his forearms. Her nails dug into his flesh as she clenched on the edge of the abyss. He lifted her legs so her calves rested against his shoulders and bent her in half, changing the angle, he pistoned in and out of her.

That was it. The thick head of his cock slammed against her G-spot and it was more than she could handle. She screamed through her release right before he grunted through his own.