Lipstick and Leather (Rough and Ready Book 7)

by Cheyenne McCray

  After they arrived at the ranch and parked, he let them into the house. She turned to look at him as he closed the door behind them. He looked so hot and sexy that even more desire shot through her.

  “Thank you for going to dinner with me.” Her throat was dry and she sounded a little hoarse.

  He looked at her with hunger in his eyes, stronger than it had been last night when he had walked her to her bedroom door. “You keep looking at me like that, honey,” he said, “and boss or no boss we’re going to end up in your bed.”

  She dropped the purse she’d been carrying and it landed with a thunk on the tiled floor. A flicker of something was in his eyes. She moved closer to him and placed her palms on his chest then slid them up to his shoulders as she tilted her head to meet his gaze.

  He moved his hands to her hips and by the way he jerked her to him, she knew his self-control had gone to hell.

  She was more than happy to take the initiative and show him who was boss in bed.

  He brought his mouth down hard on hers, surprising her with his intensity and the strength in which he held her. There was nothing tentative about the way he kissed. It was hard, demanding, and told her that he thought he was the one in control.

  His kiss caused a tingling sensation deep in her belly that traveled between her thighs and caused an ache that she had never experienced before. She still felt the effects of the margarita and it added to the spinning sensation she felt as she kissed him in return. She slipped her fingers into his hair and knocked his hat off and it dropped and hit the tile with a thump.

  In the past, sex had been fun and something she enjoyed. This was different, exciting. She loved his taste and his masculine scent made her even hotter.

  As he kissed her, he moved his hands to her blouse and pulled it apart, the snaps of her western shirt coming undone, exposing the corset. Goose bumps pebbled her skin as cool air caressed her shoulders and her nipples grew harder as he pushed the blouse over her shoulders and down her arms then tossed it aside, leaving her in the corset.

  He unfastened her corset, and before she could have counted to three, had it off of her, too. Her nipples were hard and aching as he grasped them in his hands, squeezing them as he leaned down and brought them to his mouth. His mouth was hot as he sucked hard before licking the sensitive buds.

  She reached for his belt buckle but he caught her wrists in his hands and pulled them behind her back so that her breasts were thrust forward. He looked at her and his voice was rough as he said, “I love your body, all of your curves and softness.”

  The sound of his voice and the words he said sent more desire shooting through her. He kissed her again and she let out a moan filled with need. She wanted to touch him, to taste him, but he had her under control rather than the upper hand that she usually had over the men she had dated.

  While holding her wrists in one of his hands, he used his other hand to pull the zipper down on the back of her denim skirt, pushed it over her hips, and let the skirt drop to the floor, leaving her in her pink and black panties he had already seen and her boots. He slid the panties off next, over her boots, and ditched them, and then all she had on were her boots.

  “Damn, you’re sexy.” The look in his eyes was predatory. “Leave those boots on. It’s hot as hell.”

  “You think so, do you?” she asked.

  “I do.” He picked her up, catching her off guard and she grabbed him around the neck with a yelp of surprise. He barely took his gaze from hers as he carried her across the living room, down the hall, then he pushed open her bedroom door with his elbow.

  He set her on bed and pushed her so that she was lying on her back and he moved his hips between her legs, spreading her thighs wide. She squirmed as he pressed his groin against hers and pumped his hips, abrading her soft skin with his tough jeans. He looked down at her and squeezed her nipples as he continued to grind himself against her.

  She was never on her back while having sex, she was always on top. Yet now his domination excited her, a man who knew what he wanted it and intended to get it.

  While she watched he unfastened his belt, pulled it through the loops and dropped it on the floor where the buckle landed hard.

  “Come here.” His words came out in an order and she almost told him not to tell her what to do, but then she found she didn’t care. She wanted to do whatever he wanted, to give him what would please him most.

  She mentally shook her head. What was wrong with her?

  When she was on the edge of the bed, he pulled something out of his pocket. She saw that it was a condom that he set on the nightstand.

  Wonder if he had been a Boy Scout, too?

  He unfastened his pants and pushed them and his boxer briefs down just enough to release his package. All she could do was stare. His erection was big and thick, his balls hanging heavy behind it.

  He grasped her by her shoulders and practically picked her up and then put her on her knees in front of him.

  She looked up at him, her lips parted. He grasped the sides of her head and pushed his erection into her mouth.

  His cock felt so good in her mouth and she sucked on him as he moved his hips, sliding in and out of her mouth. She’d never had a man take control like he was…and she liked it. She loved it.

  He gave a groan as she brought her hand up and worked his erection at the same time as she bobbed her head. She licked him up and down and squeezed his balls.

  His body tensed and he gripped her hair in his fist and pulled her head back so that he slipped from her mouth. “I’ll save this one for better places.”

  When he slipped himself out of her mouth he brought her to her feet then pushed her back on her bed. He ripped open the snaps on his western shirt and dropped it on the floor then he kicked off his boots and pushed his jeans all the way down and kicked them aside.

  She stared at his chest and licked her lips. His body was amazing, every muscle defined as if he worked out at the gym. She doubted he needed to, though. His job as a ranch foreman was demanding and the work the cowboys did was enough to keep anyone in shape.

  “Put your head on the pillow,” he said in a gruff voice

  She obeyed, scooting back on the bed then waited for him to take her.

  He moved up and spread her legs by pushing her knees apart and moving his shoulders between her boots. He lowered his head, buried his face between her thighs. He held her legs down and had his way with her like a starving man with his first full plate of food.

  She nearly came up off of the bed. She hadn’t expected him to go down on her and she almost couldn’t think straight as an excited thrill traveled through her body.

  He licked her with long strokes of his tongue then sucked her clit. She cried out at the exquisite sensation. An orgasm started to build inside of her, expanding and expanding until it was pushing the outer limits of her sanity.

  The pressure inside of her wanted to explode as it grew more and more intense. So intense that she knew she couldn’t hang on much longer.

  She was so close, so close…

  Her climax ripped through her like nothing she had felt before. It was intense—so amazing it was almost painful.

  Sparks burst in her head and it felt like they nearly blinded her.

  He moved up, his hips sliding between her thighs, his erection rubbing against her sensitive clit as he moved. She felt his erection against her thigh and realized he had slid the condom on while she was riding her orgasm.

  “I want to be on top.” She tried to push him off her but he was too big, too powerful. She was never on the bottom, she always took control. But instinct told her that Joe was a man who liked control as much as she did.

  “Nope,” he said. “Not in my bed.”

  “Technically it’s my bed,” she said.

  He gave a low laugh. “Not while I’m in it.”

  “You are a beautiful woman.” He nipped her earlobe. “Stubborn and headstrong, but beautiful.”

  She bre
athed in his masculine scent, felt the sheen of perspiration on his skin as he rested some of his weight on her. The remnants of her orgasm faded along with her ability to think clearly. All she knew was that she wanted him inside of her.

  “Fuck me.” She moved her lips to his and murmured against them. “I want you now.”

  “I would never have guessed you could talk dirty, honey.” He kissed her. “Love it.”

  “Please.” She arched her hips up to meet his. “Stop talking and start doing.”

  He laughed again as she squirmed. “Demanding little thing, aren’t you.”

  “Please.” The need to have him inside of her grew stronger and stronger.

  He reached one hand down and positioned himself at the entrance to her core. She tried to push up but he stopped her.

  “I’ll fuck you when I’m ready.” He lowered his head and sucked one of her nipples and she gasped. They were so, so sensitive and they felt wired directly to her clit.

  When he raised his head, his gaze met hers, and he drove into her.

  Brianna cried out. He felt so thick, filling her up. At that moment she couldn’t imagine anything better than Joe inside of her.

  With slow, powerful thrusts he started moving in and out and she moaned at the unbelievable sensations.

  His strokes were firm and deliberate. He gradually increased his tempo and strength as he drove into her.

  She wanted more of him. More and more and more. She couldn’t get enough.

  “I’m going to come.” His words sounded tight, almost like he was gritting his teeth as he spoke. “I want you to come with me.”

  “Almost, almost…” She could barely think as he powered in and out. Everything grew inside of her, such a full feeling that she thought she would explode from it.

  The world lit up and she screamed as her climax slammed into her, more powerful even than his thrusts had been.

  He put his hand over her mouth and then gave a growl as he came. When he stopped moving inside of her he relaxed against her then brought her with him and tucked her under his arm.

  “You wore me out,” he said.

  “Mmmm…” she let out a moment before she fell asleep.

  Chapter 11

  Joe was gone when she woke, likely off working early. Brianna stretched, feeling utterly delicious. She smiled and shifted in bed and grinned. Her boots were still on.

  She climbed out of bed and her boots thunked as her feet hit the tile floor. Her body felt sore from a night of wonderful sex after a long dry spell. Before that, she’d had a lack of interesting partners.

  After a quick shower she dressed in the only casual clothes she had—a peasant blouse and a pair of snug designer jeans. The legs of the jeans were too straight to fit over the boots so she tucked them in.

  She had the urge to skip to the kitchen, like a happy little girl, but she managed to restrain herself. She paused and looked out the window and in the direction of the barn. She saw Joe talking with a ranch hand before they walked to the corral. In the corral it looked like the men were trying to break a horse.

  They were probably thirsty for something more than water for a change. She hurried to the kitchen and found a bunch of lemons to make fresh-squeezed lemonade and searched the pantry until she came across a sack of sugar as well as a stack of paper cups.

  It took longer than she expected, but finally she triumphed over the lemons and poured lemonade into the cups. She put them all on a cookie sheet she found in the drawer beneath the oven to use as a tray.

  She was still smiling as she headed out into the sunshine and to the corral with the lemonade, enough cups for each ranch hand and Joe.

  The men seemed to be enjoying watching a horse trying to buck a cowboy off its back. They shouted and yelled as the man hung onto the horse. As she reached the corral she saw the cowboy fly off the back of the horse and land on his backside in the dirt.

  Cowboys hooted and laughed as the man scrambled to his feet then went after the horse again. One of the other men caught the wild-eyed horse by its halter then held it as the other cowboy swung up on the horse’s back again. Immediately the horse started bucking again and the cowboy raised one arm as he held on with his other. She wondered how he managed to stay on as long as he did.

  Pleasure warmed her as she saw Joe standing at the corral gate while he watched the cowboy on the back of the horse. She approached and he looked over his shoulder and a smile curved the corner of his mouth as she came closer to him.

  When she reached him, he looked her up and down. “You’re cute.”

  She returned his smile. “Cute, huh?”

  “Yep.” He looked at the tray.

  “Lemonade,” she said.

  He returned his gaze back to her. “The boys will appreciate it.”

  She heard the sound of clapping along with some smartass remarks.

  Joe glanced at the corral. “Larry busted that bronc in record time.” He called out. “The boss has brought out some lemonade. Get your sorry asses over here.”

  It took a few minutes for the men to gather around her and she passed out the lemonade. They thanked her and headed out to get take care of their various duties.

  He rested his forearm on a bar of the coral gate. “How would you like to ride on up to the northwest pasture with me this afternoon?”

  “I’d love to.” She smiled. “Although I haven't ridden a horse since I was eight or nine. I barely even remember it.”

  “We’ll take care of that.” He looked amused. “Meet me at the barn at one.”

  Four hours later, armed with a bag of ham and egg salad sandwiches, two small bags of barbeque potato chips, and a couple bottles of water, Brianna met Joe at the barn right on time. He had a pure black horse saddled as well as a brown horse with a white star on its forehead and white socks. The black horse was taller than the other and danced to the side and nodded its head as if it was full of wild energy. The brown horse appeared to be calm and gentle in comparison.

  “I hope that’s the one I’m riding.” She gestured to the brown horse with her sandwich bag. “If it’s the other one I’m going home.”

  “Warrior is a handful, all right.” The corner of his mouth quirked up in a grin. He nodded toward the brown horse. “Your mare is Nikki.”

  Joe took the bag of sandwiches and put them into one of Nikki’s saddlebags. He helped Brianna up and into the saddle, and flutters went through her belly as he touched her. He gave her instructions then mounted his own horse. Once they started riding the feeling in her belly intensified, only this time it was from the trepidation of riding a horse and being so completely inexperienced.

  It was easy and enjoyable talking with him on the ride, and every minute she spent with Joe made her feel closer to him.

  By the time they reached a secluded place in the foothills, Brianna felt comfortable riding the gentle horse. After Joe looped the horses’ reins over a low-hanging tree branch, he helped her from the saddle until her boots hit the ground.

  He took a rolled up blanket from behind Nikki’s saddle and spread it out over the ground beneath an oak tree while she dug the sandwiches out of the saddlebag along with the bottles of water. Joe had a couple of canteens of water, too.

  They sat facing each other on the blanket as they ate and talked. He was a lot more open about his childhood today than he’d been last night. She didn’t have any problem telling him about her life in Boston, her business, and her upbringing with her mother. She talked about the times she had seen her father and how awkward it had been, and her regrets.

  When they finished eating they pushed aside the wrappers and laid down on the blanket, facing each other. He had his forearm braced on the blanket while she lay on her side. Her heart rate picked up and she smiled as she remembered last night. Sweet thrills went through her belly and traveled between her thighs.

  He looked down at her and his expression was so serious that she caught her breath. He stroked her hair away from her face. “Do y
ou believe in love at first sight?”

  Her eyes widened as he asked the question. Was he talking about them?

  She slowly nodded, her hair sliding on the blanket with the movement. “I do.”

  “The moment I saw you in that puddle, covered with mud, I had to have you.” As he spoke he held her gaze with his. “I knew you were the one for me.”

  “For me it was when you said I needed a spanking.” She smiled. “You left me speechless.”

  He grinned. “You still need that spanking.”

  “Ha.” She pushed up on her elbow. “You wouldn’t dare.”

  Joe moved fast, catching her totally off guard. “The last thing you should ever do is dare me.” He put her over his lap and she giggled, trying to get away. Somehow he managed to unbuttoned her jeans and pull them down over her ass to her thighs.

  “Leopard spotted panties?” he said and laughed. “Nothin’ like that has ever been seen in these parts. A damned hot look on you.”

  He swatted her hard and she yelped. “Ow.” She squirmed and couldn’t help another giggle. “Let me go.”

  “Not until you get what’s coming to you.” He spanked her again and again and she couldn’t stop laughing even as she cried out with every swat.

  He was so strong and powerful and he had her under his control. She couldn’t believe how excited it made her to be spanked by him, knowing she couldn’t stop him.

  When he finally stopped, she sagged across his thighs and hiccupped. Her chest hurt from laughing so much and her eyes had watered from the sting of the spanking.

  He shifted her so that she was sitting in his lap. “Think you can be a good girl now?”

  She snorted back another laugh then clapped her hand over her mouth at the unladylike sound. “After that spanking, I don’t think I want to be a good girl.”

  He laughed then kissed her, stopping any more giggles that might have slipped out. “Hard to find a pretty lady who likes a spanking,” he said.

  His kiss sent her senses into overdrive. She kissed him back, hungry for him in so many ways. Their kisses were rough, wild, demanding.