Cowboy Resurrection: Cowboy Cocktail, Book 2 by Mia Hopkins

Author:Mia Hopkins
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Cowboys;Interracial;Small town;Erotic;Multicultural;Contemporary;Western;Rodeo;Indian;Sikh;Asian
Publisher: Samhain Publishing, Ltd.
Published: 2016-03-15T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Three

Wildflowers

“If dreams were lightning and thunder was desire, this old house would have burnt down a long time ago…”

—John Prine

Dean stood at the foot of the bed with his arms folded. “How’re you doing?”

She smiled. “Never better.”

He’d bound Monica’s arms behind her back with rope. Completely naked, she sat on the mattress propped up against a pile of pillows, legs spread wide open.

They were in Bakersfield for another nooner. So far, they’d made love back at the river and deep in the woods, in the hot springs off the Kern River south of Lake Isabella, in his family’s old pole barn, in his childhood bedroom while the rest of the family was at church, in his brother’s truck, in his father’s truck, in the back seat of her Prius, even behind the Silver Spur one drunken night when they were both feeling brave. But the hotel was home base—the place they came to play hard.

Dean found Monica’s body endlessly fascinating. He loved her soft, graceful curves, her brown skin and wild black hair, her dark nipples and the silken hair that grew at her sex. He suspected that he was becoming addicted to her pussy, if that were possible—he could spend hours touching her, stroking her, looking at her, tasting her.

He knelt down, spread her open with his fingertips and stared at her with what he suspected was a mooncalf expression on his face.

“You act like you’ve never seen one,” she said.

“Not like yours.”

It was true. Her pussy reminded him of a sweet plum with a shiny, cherry-pink center.

She tried to wiggle out of his knots—no luck. Vulnerable and earthy, she was the woman of his wickedest dreams, all trussed up and ready to play.

“What do you want, princess?” he asked, undoing his belt buckle.

“You, cowboy.”

He undressed in a hurry and climbed into bed with her. He covered her neck with kisses and feasted on her beautiful breasts, leaving her nipples erect and wet, loving her up until she was squirming. The ropes creaked as she pulled on her bindings.

“You tryin’ to get away from me?” he asked, kissing her throat.

“No. I want to touch you.”

“Too bad.”

He reached down and began to stroke her delicate clit. Soaking wet, her tight pussy gave way to one finger, then another. He bent his fingers slightly and massaged her G-spot. The ropes went taut as she curled into herself. Her sex began to throb, the pulses of her body speeding toward release.

God, he loved to make her come like this, giving it to her as hard as she gave it to him. After weeks of endless, ecstatic practice, he could make her body do all kinds of things.

But today, he was trying something new.

Gently, he withdrew his fingers and picked up the toy on the nightstand.

“Where’d you get this?” he asked.

“San Francisco.”

“Why’d you choose this one?”

She opened her eyes and looked at him as he switched her vibrator on and off. It was expensive, a sleek pink silicone job with four speeds. “It was quiet,” she said.

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