Riding Rough (Rough Rider #2)

by Aria Cole

  “Colt.” She swept a wet tear from her cheek. “Colt, oh my God! Yes a thousand times!” she cried, tightening her arms around my body.

  Heaven, that’s what she was to me.

  My heaven.

  “What the hell are we thinking? Your sister might kill us.”

  “Are you kidding me? I’m still pissed at her for running off and marrying that lowlife I call a best friend.”

  “Where are we even gonna live? We can’t just camp out here for the rest of our lives.”

  “Well, I’m pretty sure we could, but I’ve got a better plan. Been eyeing that ten-acre parcel on the west end of the property. Sunsets would be real pretty there.”

  “Well, aren't you a romantic, Colt Sutherland.”

  “I try.” I kissed her lips, pushing a hand down under the elastic of her shorts and slipping inside her panties. She sighed in my ear when my fingers slid across the silky wet flesh of her pussy.

  “Soaked, Mrs. Sutherland?”

  A shudder ran across her skin. “I like the sound of that.”

  “Me too.” I nipped at her ear, unzipping my pants just enough to push my cock inside my girl.

  Seated deep inside her body, I was home.

  “I fucking love you, Raven, every last drop. I promised to lay down my life for my brothers on the battlefield and I meant it, and now I’m promising to lay down my life for you. From this day forward. I love you more than my own life, gorgeous.”

  Tears spilled down her cheeks as a soft smile spread over her lips. I kissed away the tears, licking at the warm tracks of salt they left before covering her mouth in another kiss.

  Just like this, we were everything. The rest of the world ceased to exist because, with her, I’d managed to find my way home.

  “Can’t wait to make those babies with you.” I sucked at her earlobe.

  “Then why don’t we start right now, soldier?” She worked her hips against mine, grinding my cock deeper.

  “Hell yes, baby.” I held her hands as I kissed her lips. “Hell yes.”

  EPILOGUE

  RAVEN

  “TO HELL WITH I do. This dress and that preacher ain’t keepin’ me from what I own.” His throaty voice oozed like honey through my veins. Colt hitched my leg up, a generous volume of tulle surrounding the both of us as we lay against a stack of hay.

  “Tradition says—”

  “Since when have I given two shits about tradition when it comes to you? I want you when I want you.” He nuzzled my earlobe, sinking one long finger into my pussy as he did it and causing a soft moan to melt past my lips. “There’s my slutty girl.”

  He worked his hand inside my panties, and my orgasm was floating just out of the ether before I heard the zip of his suit pants. In the next instant, he was slamming into me so hard the bale of hay we were lying on scraped across the floor.

  A few voices mumbled in the distance. Colt’s mouth covered mine in a probing kiss to stifle any groans as he worked into me harder and faster.

  We’d been going at this pace for three months straight. That was the longest I could get him to give me to plan this wedding. Eden had been a godsend, helping me down to every last detail. Colt had not only convinced Nash to let us get married right here, in the barn where so many of our firsts had taken place. He’d also managed to get Nash to sell us that corner lot, and Colt had been working on blueprints with a local architect to build our own little love nest right here on the ranch.

  “Made me the luckiest man alive when you said yes, Caroline.” He slipped his tongue past my lips, twisting and turning, tangling me from the inside out, taking every last drop. I was his; he could always take whatever he wanted. I’d give him my life if that’s what love required. Thankfully, it didn’t. In fact, our love had become more about giving life.

  “You made me the happiest woman alive last night.”

  “Mmm, last night was good,” he hummed at my ear. “Should have known you were late.” He licked the seam of my lips. “Can’t believe we needed two pink lines to confirm it.”

  “Two turned into three,” I murmured, catching his lips in a soft kiss, his cock still hard and buried deep inside.

  “Sutherland!” Nash called through the barn. “Get your ass down here. Everyone’s waitin’!”

  A giggle tore through me when Colt groaned and brushed his forehead against mine. “Somedays I wanna kill him.”

  “You’ve got a proper bromance happening, Mr. Sutherland,” I teased when he pulled his dick out of me, tucking the thick girth into his pants and zipping up.

  “Let’s get on with it, gorgeous. Need to make you mine officially.” He pulled the layers of tulle and satin into place around my legs, straightening my hair before dropping one last kiss on my lips. “Love you harder and deeper than I’ve ever loved anything or anyone.”

  “I love you too.” I grinned up at my soon-to-be new husband.

  “Meet you at the other end of the aisle?” A cocky grin tilted his lips.

  “I can’t wait,” I breathed before he walked me over to the ladder, helping me down effortlessly, two rungs at a time, before plopping me on my feet.

  “Good thing I chose the right footwear for today.” I lifted my dress, showing off the heel of my cowgirl boot.

  “Mmm, can’t wait to strip you of everything but those when we’re done with this show.”

  I smacked him on the shoulder. He walked backward, throwing me a kiss as he made his way out into the bright sunlight of the barn where all of our guests waited.

  I sucked in a deep breath when the sweet strains of Canon in D started over the speakers.

  That was my cue.

  I stepped out of the shadows where I’d been hiding, just in time to catch sight of a broad form coming up to my side.

  Oh my God.

  I placed a hand over my mouth in shock. “Daddy?”

  Tears burned in my father’s eyes, a few cutting their way down his stubbled cheeks.

  I hadn’t seen him in four years, and yet he’d seemed to age twenty.

  “Congratulations, baby. I hope you're not mad. Colt called me a while back, explained everything to me. I’m so sorry, Caroline. I did the wrong thing way back then. I see that now. I’ve learned a lot of damn lessons over the years. But the first and most important is that family is forever. And as long as you’re happy, then so am I.”

  I swiped at my own rogue tears, heart feeling fuller than it ever had, all because of Colt. Colt had known that it bothered me deep down that my dad wouldn’t be here for my day, wouldn’t walk me down the aisle… “I’m so glad you’re here!”

  I launched myself into my dad’s arms, and we hugged and cried.

  “Don’t go ruinin’ your makeup now. Your mama would kill me.”

  “Mom’s here too?”

  “Of course she is, sweetheart. We can catch up later, but I think everyone is waitin’ on you…”

  I nodded, swallowing the frog that’d hopped up into my throat. “Will you walk me down the aisle, Daddy?”

  He froze, eyes landing on mine as they watered with more emotion. “I’d be honored to.”

  He held out his arm, and I hooked my hand in my dad’s elbow.

  “Love you, baby girl.”

  “I love you too, Dad. I love you so much.”

  “It’s weird. Just got you back, and now I’m giving you away already.”

  “Not giving me away, Dad. Colt brought us together. He’s a good man. I’m so lucky to have him.”

  “You’re just as lucky as he is to have you.” Dad placed a kiss on my nose, tightening his grip on my arm before we took the first steps down the aisle.

  Tears of joy streamed down my face as I locked eyes with the man I loved waiting for me.

  I mouthed my words of adoration to him.

  I couldn’t wait to be his.

  To share my life with him. Share his last name, make a home, and start our family.

  I was the luckiest girl around.

  I reached t
he end of the aisle, looping my hands with Colt’s, when he leaned in and whispered, “Surprise, gorgeous.”

  “Every day is a surprise with you.” I beamed up at him.

  “Just trying to give back what you give me every day.” His thumb swiped across the ring on my finger. “Life.”

  SECOND EPILOGUE

  COLT - FOUR YEARS later

  My eyes stretched across the waves of knee-high hay that separated my place from Nash’s, my girl galloping full force toward me on Chase’s back. A grin split my cheeks as I turned off the engine on the tractor, crossed my arms, and propped my dusty boots on the dash.

  “Lookin’ good, Mrs. Sutherland,” I said when she was close enough to hear.

  A wide smile cut across her face. Nothing prettier than my girl doing her favorite thing, riding that horse. “Your tits bouncin’ when you ride is still my favorite view.”

  Caroline’s eyes lit up as she climbed off Chase, dropping his lead for him to graze in the field alone, before climbing up into the cab.

  “Where’re my beauties?”

  She tucked her arms around my waist, curling into me. “Chloe and Vivi are at Nash and Eden’s, playin’ with their cousins. Eden said to stop back around dinner.” She planted a kiss on my lips.

  “Mmm, so I finally have my wife to myself for a change?”

  “I’m in high demand these days, what can I say?” Her sweet little lips pursed, making me want to sink my teeth into those plush pillows and taste.

  “You’re always in high demand. Got to fight to have my way with you.” I grinned, slipping a finger under the strap of her tank top and sliding it down her shoulder.

  “Don’t you have more pressing matters to attend to, like all that hay that needs baling?”

  “Nothing more pressing than what’s right here between us.” I rocked my hard cock against the seam of her dusty jeans. “And you out of these clothes is the only thing on my mind.”

  Before she could reply, I was shoving the denim down her thighs and stripping her bare of her panties. “Haven’t had lunch yet. You know what happens when I’m hungry.” I switched our positions, landing her ass in the driver’s seat while I crouched between her thighs, knees spread around my ears and her juicy pussy wet and ready for the taking.

  “Christ, look how hot this pussy is. So ready for my dick.” I licked up the hot seam, tonguing her entrance before swirling up to her clit and sinking my teeth in. “Sweet as fucking cherries.”

  Her legs began to quake, fingers grasping at the strands of my hair.

  “Not yet, Mrs. Sutherland. I’m not done with you.” I pushed down the zipper on my jeans and stroked my cock from root to tip, deciding where I wanted her to take my come. Just the thought of spraying across her heavy tits made my cock leak, but so did the idea of sliding my length past those pert little lips.

  “Where do you want my come, baby? Tell me what makes you hot.” I laved up her neck with my tongue, fucking my hand and sliding the tip against her soaked lower lips, teasing.

  “Deep inside, Colt.”

  “Want my baby inside you again? Nothing makes me hotter than seeing these pretty tits fill up with milk. Your belly round with what’s mine.” I shoved my cock in easily on the last breath, her breath hitching as she locked her legs around my waist. “Love you so much, I’d keep you barefoot and pregnant every day of forever if I could.”

  Just the thought of her growing my child made my dick so hard my rhythm sped up, my thrusts more frantic. I was at the edge already; it only ever took moments for Caroline to get me there.

  “Yes, yes, yes, Colt, please,” she sang when my fingers pushed against her clit, sliding and massaging the hard little nub until she was shaking and crying and begging for more.

  “God, nothing is as gorgeous as you creaming all over my cock, baby,” I grunted just as my own orgasm cracked me wide open, my thighs shaking as my hips seized and long jets of cum coated her pussy. I gasped for breath, sucking in the soft scent of my girl, thanking God for every blessing I’d been given in this life. Starting with that first kiss under the cherry tree.

  “So…” I breathed, snaking a thumb across her cheekbone. “You still think my tractor’s sexy?”

  My wife’s gorgeous eyes turned a shade darker with lust and maybe a dash of sass. “No, but I think the cowboy driving it can ride me anytime.”

  THE END

  Turn the page to read Nash and Eden’s story! Xo Aria

  ROUGH RIDER

  ARIA COLE

  After years of living alone, Nash Campbell sets eyes on curvy beauty Eden Sutherland again, the day she steps out of her brother's pickup truck and falls directly into his arms. He may have made a promise to her brother to take care of her, but it isn't long before Nash is fixed on wrangling his best friend's little sister into his bed— and his life.

  Eden Sutherland enjoys living alongside her brother in the old farmhouse where they grew up, but when he's deployed, she's uprooted to Circle C Ranch and dumped in the arms of her brother's best friend, irritatingly moody and maddeningly sexy cowboy Nash Campbell. The boy who pulled her pigtails and made the butterflies jump in her stomach for the first time when they were kids. She may have grown up running through the pastures at Circle C, but that doesn't mean seeing Nash again is easy on the heart. She's been purposefully avoiding this man for years, and now she has to call him roommate…

  Warning: When this filthy-talkin' cowboy falls, it's hard and fast. Insta-love obsessed, countrified goodness is the best way to describe this rough rider.

  ONE

  EDEN

  I WRUNG MY hands in my lap, eyes focused on the long gravel driveway that led to my imprisonment.

  “You know, I don’t need a babysitter,” I spat to my brother in the driver’s seat.

  “Sweet young girl like you, you most certainly do. These damn cowboys would eat you alive,” he drawled, eyes cutting to me then back to the windshield. The old truck rattled to a sputtering stop in front of the giant red barn I spent too many summer nights playing hide-and-seek in.

  “I’m not sweet or young. Since I've managed to handle you my whole life, I figure these cowboys will be easy.” I shoved open the door of the truck, storming off with a desperate slam of the door for dramatic effect. But instead, it squawked on its rusty hinges. Baxter, the old golden retriever that’d been wandering this dusty ranch since the time I was eight, rambled up to me. I knelt down and put my arm around the old dog, giving him a good rub. His scent was so familiar, just as it had been all those years ago. I closed my eyes, sucking in a fortifying breath before I faced the man who inhabited this place.

  “Welcome, Eden.” His throaty voice sent fire through my veins, just like it always had. My cheeks flamed, hands shoved into the pockets of my cutoff shorts when Nash Campbell’s dusty cowboy boots came into view.

  I wanted to die.

  Colt, Nash, and I may have grown up together on this ranch, bonfires and swimming in the pond from sunup to sundown, but I hadn’t laid eyes on him in nearly two years. And there was a reason for it.

  “Hey.” Colt came around the back of the pickup and pulled two giant duffles out of the bed. “She’s not too pleased ’bout me dropping her off here, but she’ll grow up and see I was right. Someday.” Colt shot me a glare.

  “I should have gone away to college,” I grumbled. I still hadn’t looked Nash in the face yet.

  I couldn’t. One look into those intense eyes would have me lost. It'd been too long, and those feeling and memories were still all twisted into knots from my head to my toes. The worst place those knots tangled around was my heart.

  There was too much history wrapped up in my feelings for him. Nash and my brother had been best friends since the time they were in diapers, and then I came along five years later, the annoying, tagalong little sister. They’d picked on me relentlessly, daring me to eat bugs and touch garden snakes, and then the teen years had hit, and everything changed.

  Nash’s voice had deepe
ned, suddenly sending spirals of excitement through my nine-year-old stomach. And then dark stubble smattered his cheeks and jawline, and I couldn't help thinking about what the scratchy scruff would feel like against my skin. And by the time Nash was fifteen, he was working in the field or around the barns all summer. Slinging hay bales six hours a day did a lot for his once lean, taut physique.

  Nash had bloomed into a damn Adonis right before my eyes, his body rivaling the sketches of David I’d seen in my art class.

  I fell in love with Nash Campbell the summer I turned eleven.

  While my brother still seemed perpetually immature and annoying, Nash’s confidence grew, his eyes lighting with genuine kindness whenever he saw me. I’d never met anyone like him back then, and I still hadn’t now. Nash was a once in a lifetime dream—a dream that was unattainable. Like a mirage, a faint whisper on the wind. A man like Nash would never want someone like me, but still, that didn’t matter to my heart. When I thought of him, I was still that eleven-year-old little girl who fell in love with a boy she could never have.

  That was probably why today was all the harder.

  Colt was leaving for his deployment in the Army, and I was moving in here, with my brother’s best friend, at Circle C Ranch.

  “Got your room all made up for you, the corner room upstairs, the one you used to sleep in when we were little.” Nash was addressing me.

  Oh shit, that meant I’d have to actually look him in the face. I’d been considering a way to avoid his eyes for the entire time I was here, which would hopefully just be the summer. Colt didn’t know it, but I’d already filled out a few applications for colleges. I’d been going to the community college in our small town, but now that Colt wouldn’t be here, I didn't have a reason to stay.