Page 78 of Roped in Rawhide

“Not anymore, but I’d prefer to remove the debris.”

Chance loosens his resistance, allowing me to direct him. We move in slow circles for efficiency’s sake. Swivel up, spin down, big loop from clit to bottom, and repeat. Hot desire floods my veins and I have to force myself to remain motionless. The exfoliator really hits the spot. I make the mistake of moaning.

“Wildflower,” he growls.

“What? I can’t help it. You turn me on just by existing.” My ass grinds against his rigid length. “We can just see what happens.”

His grunt isn’t buying what I’m selling. “This is about making you feel better.”

“Mhmm, yeah. I’m catching your drift, big boy. Keep going.”

Chance continues washing me, but his motions are subdued. “Aren’t you sore?”

I arch against him. “Not nearly sore enough.”

“You want me to get you off?”

“Very much so.” The clench of my inner muscles demands action. “It won’t take much. I’m already sensitive.”

Tingles are spreading from my core outward. The throb in my clit is becoming more demanding with each pass of the loofah. This scene is an aphrodisiac on its own. Chance’s dick slips between my ass cheeks. It’s a foreign sensation having something touch me back there, but it’s not unpleasant. I rock against the strange stimulation to stroke both of our arousals.

“Fuck, baby. That’s sexy.”

I glance over my shoulder to see him focused on where his cock is gliding up and down along my crack. “Will it make you come?”

His eyes leap to mine. “You first.”

Challenge accepted.

As he works my clit, I use my ass to jerk him off. Pleasure rushes under my skin like liquid flames. I chase the fire with each snap of my hips. Water sloshes around us, slapping our skin to go faster. Chance doesn’t manipulate my movements or guide me a certain way. I’m in control of our relief.

And we reach it when I lean forward slightly to put more pressure between us. His swipes against me falter as he struggles to hold back. That encourages me to push a bit harder. Trembles zip through my limbs, igniting the spark. All it takes is one more roll of my pelvis, and then we’re bursting at the seams.

I shatter with a cry while Chance muffles his bellow against my shoulder. He jolts against me, lost in the throes of release. My muscles spasm and I twitch from the force. It’s almost enough to pull me under.

Our breathing is ragged as we float in the cooling water. I’m slumped on top of him in a boneless heap. Chance’s large frame struggles to stay upright after such an explosive outburst. He slides down in the basin before shoving himself back up. My blissful energy is just along for the ride.

“Do you think we got it all?” His arm cinches around my middle to keep me locked in.

That allows me to fully surrender. “Better switch to shower mode just to be safe.”

“Does that require standing up?”

“That depends.” I peer up at the overhead sprayer that replicates a torrential downpour if necessary. Good water pressure is very important to me. “Can you reach the nozzle from here?”

“Hold your horses right there, Bronc. You got us a limo?”

I’m stunned speechless for a moment when Gemma steps out of her apartment building. The strapless bridesmaid’s dress from Paisley’s wedding is even more breathtaking on her than I remember. Her supple curves wrapped in floor-length purple silk is something out of my favorite fantasy.

She catches me gawking and pastes on a saucy grin. “Is this what you had in mind when you broke into my apartment, laid it out on the couch, and attached a note that told me to be ready by seven?”

A spring replaces my neck and my head bobbles erratically. “Might be dreamin’, baby.”

“Fits like a wet one.” She traces the alluring shape of her hourglass figure. “And guess what that means?” Her stiletto heels click on the sidewalk as she struts toward me. “I’m not wearing a bra or panties.”

My gulp feels like fire blazing down my throat. “Gonna get me arrested.”

“Why’s that?” Her baby blue stare has the audacity to appear innocent when she looks like a sex kitten.