Branded as Trouble (Rough Riders 6) - Page 38

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The annoyed feeling India expected never surfaced. This side of Colt wasn’t as alarming as it was…arousing. The position of his body, the set of his mouth, the heat in his eyes all bespoke of his domination.

Since her relationship with Larry, she’d avoided domineering men. Since she’d been clean, she’d avoided men from twelve-step programs. Since she’d moved to Wyoming, she’d avoided cowboys.

The irony that Colt was all three wasn’t lost on her.

“Indy?”

“Sorry. Just thinking.”

“About?”

“About how glad I am that you only wanna be with me. Just us, doing all the kinky things you’ve been stockpiling in your years of sexual deprivation.”

His slow, sure grin was a thing of beauty. “Oh, you don’t know the half of it.” Without releasing her hands, he destroyed her with a kiss so blistering hot she suspected her lips were smoking when he finally pulled back.

“So what do we do now?”

“Now we do the normal date thing. Pop some popcorn. Put in a movie, neck on the couch and see where it takes us.”

“You know exactly where it’s gonna take us, Colt McKay.

Straight back to bed.”

“That’s what I’m hopin’ for.”

India settled on his couch, wearing his button-down shirt, looking unbelievably sexy, balancing the enormous popcorn bowl on her lap.

After Colt plopped beside her, he clicked start. He’d cued up the movie, skipping the wawka wawka music and telling previews.

“What’re we watching?”

“A comedy.”

India laid her head on his shoulder. Crunch crunch. “This is nice.”

“We do this damn near every Saturday night.”

“But not like this. Snuggled close in the afterglow of amazingly perfect hot sex.”

“True. Quit hoggin’ the popcorn. That’s something else you always do. And crunch it as loud as humanly possible.”

“Sorry.” She laid a buttery, salty kiss on him and held the bowl closer.

The sex flick started as so many of them did. A hot woman, yakking on the phone to her friend about her lousy dating life. How she’d love to get some action but her prospects were thin. The doorbell rings. She hangs up in such a hurry to answer the door that she forgets to put a robe on over her negligee. Standing on the other side of the door is a repairman.

“I don’t recognize any of these actors.”

“Really?”

India knew something was up when the repairman bent over to

“fix” the knob on the stove and the woman came up behind him, spinning him around to bump and grind on his tool.

“Colt, is this  p**n ?”

“Yep. Keep watchin’. It gets better.”

“I cannot believe we’re watching  p**n  after we just had sex two times.”

“Three if you count oral.” He tossed a couple kernels in the air and caught them in his mouth. “I’ll bet we have sex again before the movie ends.”

“What do you want to bet?”

“Don’t be so literal, India. We don’t have to bet on everything,” he teased.

She faced him. “No, seriously. Put your money where your sexy mouth is, McKay. What’s the bet?”

“One dollar.”

“Nope.”

“Two dollars.”

“Nope, not what I want.”

“What do you want, Miz Moneybags?”

“One kiss. One deep, slow, wet kiss.”

Colt pretended to consider it. “No deal. When I win, I wanna nail you from behind while we’re watching the scene where she’s being f**ked by three guys and one chick.”

Her eyes flashed interest. “How does that work?”

“You’ll see.” Colt leaned over and licked the salt from her lips with a flirty kiss. “I dare you not to get turned on by that scene.”

“I’m gonna lose, aren’t I?”

“But that’s the beauty of bettin’ against me, sugar. Neither of us really loses.”

As the movie progressed, Colt knew India was getting turned on. She squirmed, even when her legs were primly pressed together.

She bit her lip. Her face was flushed. Her breathing choppy. But mostly he could tell because of the scent of the warm, sweet cream drifting up from between her thighs.

His dick tented his boxers but India was taking great pains not to notice.

Colt curled his hand around her knee. “Here’s the scene.”

The main character returned home and found her best friend in bed with the repairman. She was livid. Her idea of punishment was having her friend lick her pu**y while the repairman sucked her tits.

The camera shots consisted of the brunette going to town between the blonde’s thighs, licking her slit over and over with long sweeps of her tongue. Or vigorously rubbing the blonde’s clit with a sharp-tipped red nail as they both moaned in ecstasy.

Meanwhile the bad repairman was devoting all his attention to the woman’s br**sts. More sucking and tongue curls around the rigid tip as the woman writhed on the bed between them. She climaxed with gusto.

As she came down from her sexual high, the doorbell rang. Too tired to answer it, she dispatched her best friend to see who was at the door. The best friend came back to the bedroom with two new repairmen, who were sent to find out what happened to their male coworker. Their clothes flew, and they joined in the fun.

From the corner of his eye, Colt saw India was almost holding her breath.

Back on the screen, one of the new guys was spread out on the bed with at least twelve inches of thick c**k sticking straight up.

The woman straddled him and impaled herself. Before she could arch back, the first repairman grabbed her hair, turning her head and shoving his dick into her mouth. She noisily sucked him off. The third man watched as her best friend licked a line up the woman’s butt crack, from where her pu**y was already stuffed with dick. She licked and tongue f**ked that beige pucker until the man pushed her aside and rammed all ten inches of his c**k into that tight ass**le.

The woman went ballistic. Cock in her mouth, c**k in her pu**y, c**k in her ass. She allowed the men to set the pace, but they all f**ked her hard. When the moment of truth came, one at a time, they pulled out and sprayed her body with come. The blowjob guy came on her face. The ass f**ker came on her butt crack. The pu**y f**ker blew all over her bouncing tits.

The best friend took that as her cue to jump back in the fray.

She rubbed in the come dotted across her friend’s ni**les. She licked the come off her friend’s face. Then she shoved two fingers up her friend’s pu**y as she sucked her friend’s tits and brought forth yet another orgasm from her horny friend.


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