Branded as Trouble (Rough Riders 6) - Page 29

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“I think it’d be better if I walked.”

“Like hell. You ain’t walkin’ alone at nine at night.”

“It’s Sundance. What can happen to me?”

“Nothin’ if you’re ridin’ in my truck, now get in.”

“Fine.” India stepped up on the running board and crawled across the bench seat.

Hoping to lighten her mood, he said, “I wish you were wearin’ a dress.”

“I wish you were wearing a condom.”

“Holy hell, India Blue Ellison, are you an ornery woman.”

“A horny woman.”

At the back of the building, Colt shut off the engine and looked at her. Her mood had changed in the two-minute drive, nothing new; India’s moods were as unpredictable as the Wyoming weather.

“Now what’s wrong?”

“I don’t know. Doesn’t this feel…weird? Last week, I had a great time with you. I see you tonight at the meeting, expecting it to be the same. But it’s different. Then Bert is trying to set us up on a date…”

He watched her fingers pinch the seam on the seat cover.

“And you don’t even tell him we are dating,” she finished in a rush.

Colt snatched her restless hand. “Is that what’s bothering you?

That we didn’t come out and tell anyone at A.A. that everything has changed between us?”

“Maybe. Look, I know it’s stupid.”

“It’s not stupid if you’re upset. C’mere.” He tugged her until she was practically in his lap. “I feel I’ve done something wrong. So I’ll do anything to fix it.”

“Like what?”

“I’m open to suggestions.”

India swung her leg over his until they were matched groin-to-groin and chest-to-chest. “Okay. Let’s mess around.”

“That’s a good idea.”

She laughed. Then she kissed him. Her hands clutching his hair, her crotch grinding on his, her ni**les rubbing with enough friction he swore her piercings scratched his chest through their clothing.

He’d gotten used to being the aggressor, so her dogged seduction was incredibly potent. Each teasing, tantalizing kiss destroyed his resolve to maintain a cool head, especially when the head in his Wranglers burned hot as a branding iron.

India’s lips followed the slope of his jaw to his ear. “So strong.

So smooth. Did you shave just for me?”


“Mmm. You smell good too.” She nuzzled his neck. “You know my favorite thing about you wearing aftershave?”

“Ah. No. I don’t.”

“Anticipating how it’ll smell on my skin. After you’ve rubbed your face and mouth all over my chest. And my neck.”

His c**k twitched. Her little chuckle meant she knew it. Felt it.

Sassy wench.

“Unbutton my blouse, Colt.”

Good thing he was dexterous. All her rubbing and nuzzling could’ve distracted a lesser man.

Once her shirt was undone, she leaned back until her spine met the steering wheel. “If I ask nice, will you put your mouth on me?”

“Is that what you want, Indy?”

“Yes. God yes. Ever since that morning you sucked my ni**les, I’ve been dying to feel your lips and tongue on them again.”

Colt growled. He yanked the shirt open and jerked it down, immobilizing her arms.

Her complaint of, “Hey!” was lost the second his mouth enclosed the bared tip.

Her skin was so warm and silky under his callused hands.

While he suckled the right nipple, the fingertips of his left hand stroked the underswell of her left breast. He’d always been a fan of big tits, but this handful of perfection was more than enough to satisfy him.

He slowly freed her nipple, tugging on the ring with his teeth, and watching her shadowed face to gauge her reaction.


“You’re right, my aftershave does smell good on you.” Colt rubbed his cheek and jaw across her chest, and used his chin to separate her cle**age, kissing the inside of each breast. “Kinda makes me wonder where else it’d smell good.” He rained kisses, brushing his smoothly-shaven cheek over her arched neck. “Mmm.

Here’s another good spot.”

India groaned. A shiver rippled through her.

“I’m bettin’ the best place is that tender spot right between your thighs. Am I right?”

“Yes. You’re welcome to test it out.”

He trilled his lips to her left nipple. “I wish I hadn’t shaved. I’d like you to feel my whiskers on your delicate skin as I’m markin’ you with my scent.”

“Please. I-I—”

Colt’s tongue toyed with the nipple ring. He licked circles around her areola just to watch it pucker into a tight point. “Tell me what you want.”

“To get off with you. Like this, fully clothed. With your mouth sucking my ni**les as I’m rocking on you.”

“It’d be the second time you’ve made me come in my pants.”

“Then next time you can come in my hand. Or in my mouth. Or in my pu**y. But damn you, Colt, I’m so wet and—”

He slammed his lips to hers to shut her up. Jesus. If she continued that tempting talk he’d come without her touching any part of his body. Keeping hold of her shoulders, he angled his pelvis so all their good parts rubbed together.

She arched in complete abandon. “Yes.”

“Where do you want my mouth? Here?” Colt scraped his teeth down her neck. “Or here?” He latched onto her right nipple.

“There. Oh. Damn. Can I move my hips faster without smashing your cock?”

“Move as fast as you want. The faster, the better.”

“Thank God.”

The air in the cab seemed to increase by a thousand degrees.

Heavy breathing distorted the stillness and steamed up the windows.

Perspiration coated her skin as he feasted on her. When he felt her thighs tighten, and heard her soft gasp, he bit down on the captive nipple.

India came in a bucking, noisy explosion of heat and sound that sent Colt straight over the edge.

It’d taken him longer than a minute, but not by much.

She slumped forward, burying her face in his neck. “If you don’t want to drive home in those sticky jeans, you’re welcome to come in and take them off.”

He laughed softly. “Generous of you.”

“I thought so.”

Colt pulled her sleeves back up, freeing her arms. He fed her a long, deep, wet kiss while he buttoned her shirt.

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