Page 51 of Roped in Rawhide

Chance’s jaw is clenched tight. “I’m gonna make a mess.”

Which isn’t the disaster he thinks it is, but I do have to sleep in this bed tonight.

“Here.” I blindly toss my discarded nightie at him.

“Shit,” he croaks. “You’ll never get my stain out.”

“Fine by me. I bought it to wear for you.”

His body shudders, but he’s still jacking away. The pang of longing in my core spurs me faster. We’re probably rocking the trailer at this point—not being subtle in the least. I thrust my hips harder, but don’t have extra room to buck. His towering height is hunched to avoid smashing his head on the ceiling. The confines of the living quarters suddenly feel cramped and stuffy. I might need to crank the air conditioning unit or we’ll go up in flames.

That concern melts away when the peak of my climax coaxes me to let go. I glance over through bleary eyes. If possible, Chance’s cock grows. It’s enough to push me over the edge.

Spasms clamp my empty core. I swipe over my clit once more before the orgasm takes control. Pleasure crashes into me and I cry out. The cascade of relief is restless. It goes on and on until I’m wrung out and breathless.

While I’m floating in a daze, there’s a gruff shout and several spastic quakes. Chance collapses beside me, nearly crushing me with his enormous stature like a falling tree. His eyes are closed and there’s a pleased grin on his face. The post-climatic glow makes him even more irresistible. I cup his cheek, gliding my thumb across his stubble.

He peers at me through a drowsy smolder. “That was incredible.”

“Worth the hell I put you through?”

He grunts. “That was merely payback. I dragged you through hell first.”

I turn on my side to face him. “Let’s call it even.”

His eyes pop open wide. “Yeah?”

“Sure.” The shoulder not tucked into the mattress hitches. “I’m tired of holding a grudge. Besides, your dick could resolve far worse than a friendship feud. I almost feel bad for the buckle bunnies. They don’t know what they’re truly missing.”

“He’s all yours.” Chance snakes an arm around me, pulling our bodies flush. “Can I clean you up?”

“I don’t…” The protest stalls on my tongue as he proceeds to dab at my release with the soiled lingerie.

His smirk is the definition of cocky confidence. “There. Now it’s stained with both of us.”

He balls the ruined garment in his fist and shoves it in his back pocket. I’m still recovering from the best orgasm of my life, which lets him off the hook for that questionable behavior.

“Great assist.” I pat his chest. “Maybe you’ll earn a new title next time.”

“When might that be?”

The long hours of the day suddenly weigh on me. I release a yawn, not bothering to muffle it. “Let’s circle back on that in the morning. It’s time for bed.”

He tenses against me for a moment before slowly pulling away. “Sleep well, Wildflower.”

My vision struggles to comprehend him sitting up. “Where are you going?”

“To bed.”

I reach across the cold air he just shoved between us, yanking him back into our cuddle. “That didn’t mean you had to leave. Stay with me.”

His breath catches when I loop my index finger around his. “You’re going to let me sleep with you?”

“Don’t sound so shocked.” The warmth of our combined body heat lulls me into a calm trance. “There’s only one bed.”

“That’s my new favorite excuse.”

“But no funny business,” I mumble.