by Lolita Lopez
Cord swore and pressed his cheek against hers. She reached for his hand on the countertop and rested hers atop it. When she winced at the pressure of his body shoving her hip against the counter, he stepped back quickly, alleviating the discomfort immediately. He pulled out slowly and kissed her shoulder.
Daphne could barely stand. Cord dealt with the condom before carefully turning her around. He wiped the fluids from between her thighs with a soft cloth and then blew out the candles. Without warning, he swung her into his arms and carted her back to this bed.
They clung to one another in the darkness. The storm seemed to be reaching a fever pitch but they were safe and snug in the house. She wanted to ask him so many questions, wanted to know if he was the kind of man she suspected him to be. He’d assumed the role of dominant so easily.
“What are you thinking about, sugar?”
“The sex. The dominant side of you.”
“You like it, don’t you?”
“I do.” She grinned and snuggled closer. “Very much actually.”
“It’s not a lifestyle thing with me, you understand. I like to play games. I like to be in charge some times. I’d really love to spank that sweet little ass of yours. If that’s all right with you,” he added.
She giggled and tried not let her thoughts wander to that decidedly erotic image. “It’s more than all right.”
“Have you ever been with a man who likes the rougher side of things?” He didn’t sound jealous, just curious.
“No. That’s probably why sex was such a failure with those other two.” She petted his chest as her thoughts circled round and round. “I guess I’ve always sort of known that I wanted some bondage and domination. I mean, I gravitate toward those kinds of books, you know? Maybe I wasn’t ready to seek it out until now.”
“Maybe.” He chuckled and stroked her hair. “This kind of explains why sparks were flying between us the first time we clapped eyes on one another. You were everything I wanted and I was everything you needed.”
“I like that,” she said with a contented sigh. “It’s a nice way to describe us.”
Cord hummed in agreement and claimed her mouth one last time. “Close those pretty eyes and go to sleep, sweetheart. You’re going to need your rest.”
She smiled in the darkness. “Promise?”
A low laugh rumbled through his chest. “Yes, and I never break my promises.”
Secure in her cowboy’s strong arms, Daphne drifted off to sleep.
Chapter Three
Propped on his elbow, Cord watched Daphne sleep. The palest rays of sunshine penetrated the curtains and spilled across the bed. Utterly relaxed, Daphne breathed softly. The corners of her plump lips were slightly upturned. Her bare breasts rose and fell. He still couldn’t believe this was happening. After denying what he’d wanted for so long, the reality of waking with Daphne in his arms had been staggering.
Unable to help himself, Cord smoothed a hand along her neck and shoulder and palmed a full breast. The nipple hardened immediately. Leaning down, he glided his tongue over the peak. She stirred under his sensual suckling. Her breathing pattern changed. Like a sleek cat, she stretched her arms overhead and flexed her toes. “Cord.”
He smiled at the sound of her gentle whisper. “Daphne.”
“Mmm.” She moaned huskily as he wrapped his lips around her other nipple. His fingers stimulated the wet nipple he’d just abandoned. “If I’d known this was your version of a wake up, I’d have crawled into bed with you weeks ago.”
Cord chuckled and slid his hand along her belly. She willingly parted her thighs and gasped when he found her berry pink clit. He nipped at the swell of her breast as his fingers teased her right to the brink. He loved the feeling of her fingers plowing through his hair, her nails scraping gently over his scalp. Her throaty moans echoed in the quiet house.
Cream flowed from her cunt, coating his probing fingers. Cord brought his fingers to his lips and licked the salty nectar from his skin. He gave a throaty hum of appreciation. “Delicious.”
Daphne shuddered against him. Amused by just how easily she responded to his dirty talk, Cord brushed his lips over her ear. “I want you to ride me, sugar. I want to watch you put my cock in your pretty pink pussy and go wild.”
She whimpered and shoved her wet cunt against his leg. Chuckling, Cord leaned across her and snatched a condom from the bedside table. Daphne’s enthusiasm only grew as he rolled the latex down the length of his raging hard-on. She clambered to her knees and raked her nails down his thighs.
When he was safely covered, Daphne pounced on him. She braced a palm on his stomach and steadied his cock with the other hand. Her pussy dripped with arousal. He’d never been with a woman who got so wet and excited. He’d be lying if he said it didn’t stroke his male ego.
Teeth against her lip, Daphne lowered herself inch by delicious inch onto his stiff cock. When she’d taken all of him, she sat still for a second, seeming to acclimate herself to the sensation of fullness. Cord couldn’t take his eyes off of her. She was so breathtakingly beautiful with her tousled hair and slightly sleepy gaze. He clasped her waist and pulled her forward, then pushed her back. “Just like that, darlin’.”
Daphne undulated like a belly dancer. The diamond piercing glinted in the early morning sunlight. Her hair whipped around her shoulders. With each swivel of her hips, those mouthwatering tits bounced enticingly. He sat up and captured a dusky peak between his lips. She cried out as he sucked hard and playfully grazed his teeth over the sensitive pebble.
Leaning back, Cord watched his shiny cock sliding in and out of her slick cunt. The erotic sound of their coupling was music to his ears. She flicked her hips a bit faster now and ground her clit against him. He spotted his belt on the bedside table where he’d dropped it last night and grabbed it. He looped it around the rounded curves of her ass and pulled tight as if the belt were reins.
Daphne’s eyes flashed with desire. Her pussy fluttered around him. “Cord!”
Grinning like the Cheshire Cat, Cord tugged the belt again. The knowledge Daphne liked a little kink sent shockwaves straight to his balls. What other naughty delights could he introduce to their bedroom?
Daphne’s lips parted and a lazy sigh escaped. She placed her hands on her breasts and started to bounce on him. At the bottom of every down stroke, she circled her hips and rubbed her clit against him. He gritted his teeth at the unbelievable feeling of her pussy bottoming out on him again and again. He jerked the belt fast and faster. Never one to disappoint, Daphne rode him wantonly. The bed rattled with her rapid movements.
Taking both ends of the belt in one hand, Cord used the other to smack her ass. Daphne cried out with every swat. If she’d asked him to stop, he would have immediately but she didn’t. Instead Daphne flicked her hips even more quickly. Her fingers snaked down her belly and dipped between the glistening folds of her sex. She massaged her clit with tight little circles.
Cord’s balls drew up against his body. His stomach trembled as heat rolled low through him. He smacked her backside hard enough to leave a mark. “Come for me, Daphne.”
Her thighs squeezed him just a second before she tossed her head back and shrieked. Nearly feral, she rode him like a woman unchained. He’d never seen anything so amazing as Daphne in the throes of passion. There was no holding back his climax. His entire body stiffened as cum rushed through his cock. “Daphne!”
She collapsed against him. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close. They gasped for air and trembled. When he started to soften, Cord gently shifted her off of his chest and did what needed to be done. He made a mental note to get in to see his doctor. Being able to come inside Daphne, to hold her as long as he wanted, would be worth the discomfort of the testing.
Daphne curled up against him and crooked her calf over his. He soothingly caressed her back. She shuddered a bit when his hand drifted lower and encountered the heated skin of her bottom. Curious, he craned his neck and glanced
at her ass. His rosy handprint stood out against the tan skin. There were pink marks where the belt had been.
“I’m sorry.” He kissed her forehead. “I didn’t mean to mark or hurt you.”
Smiling, Daphne shook her head. “It’s a good hurt.”
His brow arched. “A good hurt?”
“I liked it. A lot,” she added shyly. “Maybe we could do it again?”
“Aw, hell, sugar, we’ll be doing that and more. Anything you want, we’ll try.” His heart clamored in his chest at the thought of all the antics they might get up to together.
“Anything?”
Cord’s eyes narrowed. “What do you have in mind?”
“Well,” she toyed with his chest, “would you wear your spurs?”
Surprise rippled through him. “My spurs?”
Pink stained her cheeks. Daphne nodded. “You have no idea how that sounds affects me. And the way you smell when you come in from work.” Her eyelids drifted together. She shivered in his arms. “God, Cord, it drives me wild.”
“Wild, huh?” He rolled her onto her back and nipped her neck. “I’ll have to see what I can do about that…”
*
Daphne licked a dollop of cream cheese frosting from the spatula. Before he’d left for work that morning, Cord had promised to grill steaks for dinner. She’d decided to make an Italian cream cake, her absolute favorite, for dessert. Hopefully Cord would like it.
The squeal of the front door sent her pulse into overdrive. She could barely hear the jangle of spurs over the thud of her heartbeat against her eardrums. Electricity zipped along her spine at the realization he stood in the doorway. She inhaled deeply and caught the scent that was so perfectly him.
Hands trembling, she put down the spatula and turned to face him. Two lengths of rope dangled from one hand. Cord stepped into the kitchen, his footfalls loud in the silent house. There was a no-nonsense look to his face. A thrill of lust and apprehension rippled across her belly.
“Get on the table.”
Without hesitation, Daphne followed his command. She hopped onto the rectangular table sitting in the breakfast nook. Cord tangled his fingers in her hair and captured her mouth in a ravenous kiss. She clutched at his shirt. Her mind reeled as the smell of leather and sweat and cedar infiltrated her senses. She buried her nose against his neck and licked at his skin.
Cord growled and pulled free. “On your back.”
His husky tone sent shivers through her core. She leaned back and rested on the table. Cord walked around to the other end of the table and took her wrists in hand. With surprising finesse, he looped one rope around her wrists and then secured the loose end around a table leg. He left a little slack in the line. Goose bumps rose on her skin. Her shallow breaths seemed to communicate her excitement.
Cord smiled down at her and caressed her face. He bent low and kissed her sweetly before moving toward her feet. Grasping her thighs, he hauled her down to the very edge of the table. The rope circling her wrists pulled taut. He bent her knees and planted her soles against the wooden top. Her eyes widened at the sight of the gleaming knife he produced from a sheath dangling from his hip. He sliced the remaining rope in half and used one piece to tie her left ankle and thigh together. He repeated the process on the other leg.
“Cord!” Daphne gasped with shock when he slid his fingers under the crotch of her panties and split them with a quick flick of his knife. The roughness of his action simultaneously thrilled and frightened her.
Without another word, Cord left the kitchen. She listened to his fading footsteps. Was he coming back? Was this part of the game?
Daphne tugged against her bonds, testing them out of curiosity. She’d never felt so open or vulnerable in her life. Currents of air from the overhead fan brushed against her wet pussy lips and cooled the skin. She yearned for Cord’s touch. Her cunt clenched at the thought of his cock sliding into her again, filling her, stretching her as only he could.
Trembling at the sound of his spurs, Daphne lifted her head and watched him enter the kitchen. He tossed a condom onto the table and started to remove his dusty Stetson. “Leave it on,” she begged.
A sexy smile curved his luscious mouth. “Whatever you want, sugar.”
“I want your cock, Cord.” Daphne decided boldness was required. “Fuck me.”
Nostrils flaring, Cord stepped up to the edge of the table and unbuckled his belt. His fingers flicked through the button and zipper of his fly. He freed that thick, long cock from his boxers and covered it with the condom. With teasing strokes, he rubbed the crown through her folds. She tried to force him inside her cunt by lifting her hips and pushing against him but her bonds kept her firmly in place.
Holding tight to her thighs, Cord thrust home. Daphne arched her shoulders and shouted his name. He drove into her mercilessly. There was nothing tender about their frantic coupling. Daphne surrendered completely to the idea of being completely submissive to him. The knowledge he would do whatever he wanted to her ratcheted up her desire.
Torrents of pleasure raced through her body with every forceful plunge of his cock into her dripping core. Living out this fantasy, being ravished by her rough, hard cowboy, took her to heights of rapture she’d never imagined possible. She gripped the rope tied to her wrists. In the heat of the moment, she paid no mind to the red marks she would likely bear after their kitchen tryst. She lived only for that moment, for the absolute ecstasy Cord stoked within her.
Daphne’s orgasm crashed down upon her with such force, she could hardly breathe let alone cry out. She convulsed atop the table, hips snapping, arms flexing, as Cord pounded relentlessly into her. The table slid across the kitchen floor with every jerk of his hips. He growled like a bear and came, his fingers biting into her thighs so hard she knew she’d have half-moon bruises for a week.
Drunk with the post climax rush of endorphins, Daphne was barely aware of Cord cutting her loose and hauling her off the table. He sat down on the nearest chair and pulled her down across his lap, her thighs straddling his. Cupping her nape, he kissed her long and hard. His taste and smell intoxicated her. She clung to his shoulders, her fingers fisting the damp fabric of his shirt. Would there ever be a more perfect moment than this?
“I need a shower,” Cord said finally.
Daphne grinned impishly and wrinkled her nose. “Yes, you do.”
He rubbed her backside through the scrunched fabric of her skirt. “Care to join me?”
She nuzzled her nose against his. “As if you have to ask…”
Cord chuckled and kissed her. He inclined his head toward the table. “Was it everything you wanted?”
“Even better,” she replied, stroking his stubbled cheek. “Maybe we can try one of your fantasies next.”
Cord flicked his tongue over her lower lip before nibbling it playfully. “Sugar, I think you and I are going to set tongues wagging out on this old ranch.”
Giggling, Daphne brushed her lips against his. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
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Be Our Valentine Excerpt
“We can’t do this, Frank. We’re going to get slammed with a sexual harassment lawsuit, man.”
Frank frowned at Tom. The other man paced the office like a caged lion, his impressive fighter’s physique making the graceful movements seem so primal. “How do you figure that?”
Tom stopped abruptly and spun toward the desk where Frank sat. “We’re going to put that in her locker. In the women’s locker room. We’ll be breaking every rule in the book. That’s supposed to be a male-free area of the gym. I won’t even touch the fact that we’re propositioning a woman who probably doesn’t want a damn thing to do with either one of us.”
“Propositioning?” Frank shook his head and returned to the pink and red card he was writing in with a silver pen. “We’re asking her on a date and giving her a box of her favorite cake bites from that bakery down the street. It’s fine. Besides,” he signed his name with a flourish, “I�
��m going to have Tonya slip it into the women’s locker room after Lexi heads into her Zumba class.”
Tom looked relieved. “That’s something, at least.”
“Here.” Frank pushed the Valentine’s Day card across the desk. “Sign this.”
Tom didn’t move. Instead he lifted his thumb and started to chew on the tip, a nervous habit he’d had since they were children. “What if this blows up in our faces?”
“First, stop chewing your thumb. Second, it won’t.” Frank stood and crossed the distance between them. He placed his hands on Tom’s shoulders. His thumbs stroked the sides of Tom’s neck. “Lexi likes us. There’s no mistaking that. We’ve been fighting over who has the right to ask her out first for nearly a year.”
“I saw her first,” Tom insisted.
Frank opened his mouth but shut it quickly, choosing to let it go. They’d argued that point to death. “Sure. Fine. Whatever. Look, since neither one of us can make a move without pissing off the other one, the diplomatic choice is for both of us to ask her out at the same time. Then the ball’s in her court.” He shrugged. “Let the best man win and all that.”
“And what about us?” Tom tilted his head and caught Frank’s gaze. “If she just wants you, what happens to me?”
“And what if she just wants you and not me?” Frank noticed the way Tom immediately defaulted to being the loser in the situation. It seemed his old friend and lover’s self-esteem issues were rearing their ugly head again.
Tom chortled and rolled his eyes. “Yeah, like she’s going to choose me over you, Mr. Hotshot Businessman with a million dollar bank account and MBA.”
“Oh, yeah, because you’re not a mixed-martial arts champion or anything,” Frank retorted. “I mean, you’re mug isn’t plastered on billboards and energy drinks. You don’t have piles of medals from your time in the Army, either, right? Because, you know, women just hate war heroes.”
