Page 18 of Ropers Can’t Tie Knots (Kissing Ridge Cowboys #3)

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Hunter

G abe pissed off and proprietary is hot as fuck.

I never would’ve taken that guy home even if I were single. He’s much too young for me, and grabbing my hat was an instant strike. I only wear my hat to bars after events because it’s definitely a better magnet for sex than belt buckles, but tonight was different.

Gabe would be here, and I laid a pretty strong promise for him. This hat was his, and honestly, I didn’t even want to come to the bar tonight.

“The nerve of that kid. He can’t be more than twenty-five. Who just grabs a guy’s hat like that?” Gabe seethes as he watches the man’s back.

“You did the exact thing earlier, counsellor,” I remind him with a raised eyebrow, but Gabe doesn’t roll over.

“I have certain privileges as a husband, Hunter. That rule doesn’t apply to me.”

He’s so sure of himself and fiery as he moves closer to stake his claim. “Oh? I wasn’t aware that was a husband rule. What else?”

He leans close to whisper next to my ear. “No extra-marital sex. We agreed, Hunter.”

“I wasn’t going home with anyone but you, Gabe. We already agreed on no outside sex,” I murmur back, and he nods sharply, like we just agreed on eggs for breakfast and not about being exclusive during this arrangement.

“I want you to take me home,” he says, and all the hair on my arms stands with the lust that drips from his every word.

“Now?”

He huffs in annoyance, and it’s the cutest thing when he pushes up his glasses and glares at me.

“I want to ride the fucking cowboy, and don’t you dare change your mind.

Not after everything you did and said tonight.

Not to mention over the last week. I can’t…

” he trails off and smashes his lips against mine.

My arms immediately wrap around him and pull him closer as he kisses me right there in the busy bar.

When he finally allows us to breathe, I have to agree with him.

“Home sounds good. Let’s go.”

Taking his hand, I spin on my heel and lead us out of the bar. Once in the parking lot, we run to my truck, laughing, and it feels amazing. When have I ever run from a bar laughing, horny, and so into someone before?

Never . I’ve never felt like this and it’s scaring the fucking hell out of me, but I don’t want to stop either. Gabe makes me feel alive in every part of my being.

When we reach the truck, he doesn’t let go of my hand and instead pushes me against the driver’s side door.

“You know I need to drive to get us home,” I say with a laugh.

Gabe’s hands roam and cup my balls through my jeans.

“I’ve never wanted someone like I want you right now.

I just need a little something to make it home.

” He kisses me again and rubs at my crotch while he presses his against my thigh.

“God…Hunter…” he whispers, and the coarse want in his voice grips me like a vise, and I rip my mouth from his.

“Get in the truck, Gabe. Buckle up. I’m breaking speed limits.”

With a last kiss to my neck and a nip to the flesh for good measure, he does as I ask.

I get behind the wheel, focus enough to start the damn truck, and somehow drive home with Gabe next to me breathing so heavily I’d be concerned for his health if I wasn’t doing the same thing.

It’s a tense fifteen-minute drive, and when I finally pull into the ranch, I need to stretch my fingers out after gripping the steering wheel so tight the entire way home.

Gabe unbuckles and is out before I am. Instead of heading to the house or waiting for me, he meets me at the front of the truck and pulls me to him roughly. He kisses me again, urgent and possessive and…hot. So bloody hot. His fingers work my shirt buttons as I steer us towards the house.

“Someone is impatient. I guess the wild animals aren’t a concern when you’re about to get laid?”

Gabe pauses. “Wild animals?” He punches me hard on the shoulder. “Don’t fucking joke about that now, you asshole.” I bark a laugh, but he cuts me off with his hot mouth on mine and a hand down my pants. “The only thing wild right now is me, Hunter.”

“I see that,” I groan as he palms my dick through my boxers and licks at a peaked nipple. “I’d like to make it in the house, counsellor.”

“Fine.” He turns to walk the remaining steps to the ranch, but doesn’t let my hand go. My shirt tails flutter behind me, and my belt buckle slaps against my thigh. If I gave him more time, my cock would probably be hanging out, too.

Gabe steps inside, and as soon as the door closes, he moves towards me, and while I’m not opposed to being mauled, I don’t want Gabe to feel like this is one-sided. I may be restrained on the outside, but inside I’m a fucking tornado in a trailer park.

“Gabe.”

He pauses, and I grip his chin before feathering a kiss to his lips. “Turn around and put your hands on the wall.”

Gabe does as I ask and doesn’t question me. With his hands high on the wall, I cover his wrists with my hand and whisper near his ear. “Keep them there like a good lawyer for me.”

“Yesss….”

With my free hand, I reach around and flip open the button of his jeans and carefully lower his zipper. He rests his head back against my shoulder with a moan.

“Look at you leaking for me so much. Damn…”

The front of Gabe’s boxers is soaked with precum, and I brush my thumb over it. He widens his stance and turns his head towards me. I can’t deny the silent request for a kiss and take his plush lips with mine. His intensity has dialled back some, but still simmers there, ready to explode.

“Keep your hands to yourself, counsellor.”

“I-I will.”

Swiftly, my hands dive into his jeans, and I tug everything down to his ankles. His bare ass is a gorgeous sight, and I drop to my knees behind him. His breath hitches and he clunks his forehead to the wall when my lips touch his ass .

He sticks his ass out when I squeeze his cheeks, drawing a dirty chuckle from my lips.

“Hunter,” he clips in a hoarse voice. “Don’t tease m—”

His complaint is cut off when I bury my face in his ass and give him what he wants. His palms smack the wall, but he doesn’t take his arms down. Gabe uses the wall to push back and ride my face standing up, which is…impressive.

His moans and mutters, and little huffed curses as my tongue works him over, set me on fire. As much as I want to make him come right here like this, I want what I promised more. Hell, I want it more than my next breath.

When I pull away, Gabe struggles to catch his breath as I make him step out of his pants before standing up.

“You can put your arms down, counsellor.” Massaging his shoulders, I lean in and kiss his neck.

He still carries some of his distinct scent.

Fresh lemon and something spicy that makes me want to lick his entire body so I can put a taste to the scent.

“I wasn’t kidding about the cowboy hat rule. If that’s what you want, I —”

“I fucking want, Hunter.” He turns and pushes the shirt off my shoulders before kissing me soundly. “I’ve never wanted anything more,” he breathes, and my skin prickles with anticipation. Gabe’s hands are in my pants, pushing them down while we stumble towards the living room.

His desire and urgency are heady as fuck, and I kick the coffee table out of the way before pulling him to the floor with me.

“There’s more room on the floor than on the couch.” Gabe peels my boxers off and pushes me back, and I’m completely at his mercy. Our roles switched as he presses a firm hand to my chest and wraps his lips around my cock.

I could watch him swallow me all day long. He’s a beautiful man, but there’s just something about watching him please me that makes him seem more beautiful. I’ve always been drawn to his lips. Maybe it’s that. Or maybe it’s the way he’s so confident in what he wants from me.

But now isn’t the time for me to be doing…whatever the hell I’m doing while this man captures my attention like no other. He pops off my cock with a satisfied sigh and swings a leg over my hips. He lines himself up and sinks slowly onto my dick and it’s fucking torture at how slowly he’s moving.

“If you need lube, we can go upstairs.” I smooth my hands up his thighs, and little goose bumps chase after them.

“No, it’s not that. You seem bigger than last time.”

“Pretty sure my dick didn’t grow bigger from a few weeks ago, Gabe.”

“Try months. You’ve not fucked me since three weeks after we got married. I’ve been waiting to do this, so don’t…” He sinks lower, bottoming out, and his ass touches my thighs. “Don’t talk. Enjoy it.”

Gabe rides me like he wished, but not like a wild stallion.

He’s slow, almost sensual as he moans and swivels his hips.

I can’t stop watching him and touching him everywhere.

Wrapping my hand around his cock, I stroke him as he finally lets go and rides me like it’s the last time he’ll ever have a chance.

“Fuck…Hunter….” he pants. “Don’t stop.”

Gabe seats himself fully and throws his head back with a loud guttural moan.

His dick swells in my hand as he rocks his hips.

“ Fuck…Hunter…” My name sounds reverent on his lips, and when my gaze shifts from his release, now spilling down my hand to his face, my orgasm hits me without warning.

Sheer, white heat runs up my spine as I come and gasp for a breath.

“Gabe…shit, Gabe.”

His lips are on mine, feather soft. “I’m here, doll. I got you,” he whispers, and my body has so many aftershocks you’d think there was an earthquake.

“Sorry, I didn’t warn you. I hope that was okay.” We’ve had the talk before about no condoms, but it just seems polite to ask if he wants a load in his ass or not.

His sex-blissed smile squeezes my heart, and a crack of panic seeps in.

“It was totally okay. Do you want to get cleaned up and call it a night? You must be exhausted.” Gabe’s gentle caress across my chest should be welcome, but my brain says otherwise. Taking his hand away, I squeeze it.

“Why don’t you hit the shower first?”