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For as long as she wanted. In the position she wanted. She haughtily informed him there wouldn’t be a damn thing he could do about it.

Cash knew she’d follow through with the threat. And he wasn’t ready for her to see the truth of how he felt about her. So he pretended to laugh it off and waited until she fell asleep.

He snuck out of bed and cut an old T-shirt of Steve’s into one long strip. Making sure the bottle of lube was nearby, he murmured instructions in her ear.

She didn’t protest, just sleepily rolled to her stomach. As he bound her wrists behind her back, she woke up.

Spitting mad.

Her fury lasted about a minute until she felt his slippery thumb stroking her clit and his fingers snaking up inside her, bringing her to a fast orgasm. While she recovered, he hiked her hips in the air and squirted more lube on his fingers and his straining cock.

Gemma gasped when he squeezed a dollop on her anus.


“Did he have you here?” He inserted two fingers in her ass.

She sucked in a breath and released it on a moan, nodding.

“Good. Then you’ll know what to expect.” He scissored his fingers inside that dark hole, stretching her to fit him. He angled over her arched spine to whisper in her ear.

“You didn’t expect I’d stay out of this gorgeous ass forever, did you?”


“See, this is the way I deal with threats, sweets, call it a pre-emptive strike.”


“Who’s hog-tied now, Gem?”

“Umm. Me.”

“And I’m gonna f**k you exactly where I want, and how I want, as long as I want, exactly as I’ve fantasized and there ain’t a damn thing you can do about it, is there?”


He growled, “If I knew where your vibrator was I’d shove it up your pu**y while I ream this tight hole. You fantasize about having two men at once. Two men f**king you in every way imaginable.”


“Do you want that, Gemma?”

“Ah. Yes.”

“Another time. Right now, I’m gonna f**k you so hard that you remember who makes the decisions in the bedroom. I’m gonna f**k and use this ass to the absolute limit and you’re gonna love it, aren’t you?”

“Please. Oh—”

Cash impaled her to the root on the first stroke. He reached between her thighs and rubbed her clit while he tunneled in and out of her ass. Faster. Harder. Each thrust had enough force to send her knees sliding toward the headboard. He wrapped his hands around her waist and jerked her back to the end of the bed and started over.

She smelled good. She felt good too. As much as he wanted to stay buried in that hot, tight channel, Cash couldn’t hold back.

Neither could Gemma. She came, muffling her cries into the pillow as his c**k pumped and jerked and finally shot his load high and hard into that hot, tight portal.

Gemma flopped to her stomach after he eased out of her. He was half afraid he’d been too rough. But after he loosened the bindings and spooned against her, she murmured, “I’ll have to threaten you more often.”

Two shouts sounded from the tent bringing Cash back to reality. The boys returned for their riding lessons and all thoughts beyond rodeo disappeared.

Chapter Twenty-nine

Later Cash was taking a breather, enjoying the serenity of the ranch when he heard footsteps behind him. When he turned to see his daughter approaching, his heart lightened. They hadn’t spent much time together recently, and he was afraid it wouldn’t take much to snap the tentative connection they’d established.

“Hey, Dad.”

“Hoka hey, honey-girl.” Poor thing looked tired. “Gemma finally parole you from kitchen duty?”

“How many times do I have to tell you cooking is not a chore?”

“I suppose it is different when you’re good at it.” He hesitated. “If I’ve forgotten to tell you, the food’s been mighty tasty the last coupla days. I know everyone’s been talkingabout it. I’m proud of you for pitchin’ in.”

Macie blushed. “Thanks.”

The scent of hot dirt permeated the air as they gazed across the paddock. A pair of crows circled the turquoise sky, their caw caw lost in the breeze blowing through the stand of cedar trees.

“It’s so beautiful here.”

“That it is. I was just thinkin’ the same thing.”

“We haven’t been riding for a couple of days.” She picked at a loose chunk of wood on the fence. “But I suppose you’re pretty busy, huh?”

“Not too busy for you. Wanna go out right after supper?”

“Sure. Is Gemma tired of me taking her horse all the time?”

“No. She’s glad. Daisy needs the exercise and she’s been swamped catchin’ up on ranch paperwork.”

A truck whizzed by on the gravel road, sending clouds of chalky dust across the rocky field.

Macie angled her chin toward the empty mechanical bull. “What was the toss off rate today?”

“Eighty-five percent.”

“Not good.”

“Better than the ninety-nine percent from yesterday.”

“True. So how many times did you have to demonstrate?”



“Yeah. Why?”

“So you’re not all beat up?”

“No.” But the truth was, all damn day he had been feeling some of those old aches and pains from previous rodeo injuries.

“Huh. That gives you no excuse not to give me a personal demonstration on your bull ridin’ expertise.”


She smiled and teased, “Come on, Dad. Show me how an old pro does it. Every time I saw you yesterday you were eatin’ dirt.”

Cash bit back a grin. “Think your old man ain’t got it in him anymore?”

“Didn’t appear you had it in you yesterday.”

“It’s a new day.”

“Five bucks says you land on your butt before the buzzer sounds.”

“You’re on, girlie.” He strode toward the piece of equipment and whirled around to remind her, “Hit the switch when I nod my head. Then sit back and prepare to be awed.”

Macie’s laughter filled something inside him he hadn’t realized was empty. He hopped on the machine and jerked on his riding glove. He wrapped the bull rope.

Unwrapped it and rewrapped it.

“Are you stalling?”

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