Ropin' Hearts: The Boot Knockers Ranch, Book 4 (8 page)

She nodded, pushing back against his fingers, wanting more.

“So beautiful. Your spirit is what every man wishes he could tame, but only I can. Do you hear what I’m saying?”

“Uhh.” She wanted him to turn her into his arms and kiss her as she still buzzed from the insane orgasm he’d provoked with barely a touch.

If he could do that to her so easily, what would happen if he really took her? Laid her down and thrust into her while kissing her into a melted puddle?

She sagged against him.

“Have you learned your lesson for the night?”

“Yes. Please.”

“Will you call me any more names?”

She might if he didn’t give her what she wanted. But her demands hadn’t worked with Stowe, and Ty seemed more in control than that leather-clad man.

She shook her head.

“Good girl.” He turned her. When she met his gaze, deep emotion rushed upward, choking her. She needed his kisses.

Stretching onto tiptoe, she upturned her face. He cradled her jaw and kissed her, long and sweet, sending surges of warmth into new parts. Small noises escaped her. Before she’d drunk her fill of his manly flavors, he pulled away.

He crouched and untied her ankles. The hemp had prickled into her skin, but he rubbed the bands of irritation above each foot. Her breath caught as he skimmed his hands up each calf, tracing the lines to knees, inner thighs. Using a finger on each pussy lip, he spread her.

Gulping for air, she watched him lean close. Hot breath, hotter tongue. She cried out as he lapped a figure eight around her clit.

“Who are you hot for, Bree?”

“Y-you.” She wished her hands were loose to feel his hair. She looped her bound hands around his neck. The urge to yank him in and take what she wanted was suppressed as their gazes locked.

“That’s right,” he drawled before snaking his tongue into her wet folds.

Hell, he could listen to her sweet sounds of surrender all night. He intended to. Ty forced her to hold his stare while tasting every inch of her soaking pussy. Juices coated his tongue, the sweetest candy. His cock couldn’t get harder.

But her eyes…they were wide, tender as he unraveled her bit by bit. Something told him this couldn’t be a one-time occurrence. He’d need more.

Reaching around her, he slicked a finger between her legs, gathering her cream. As he spread her wetness over her ass, she cried out.

“Don’t close your eyes. Look right at the man pleasuring you.”

She brought her gaze back, trusting him with it—the windows to her soul.

It didn’t surprise him that he wanted to own her for tonight. She’d been under his skin far too many weeks to not claim everything. He drove his tongue into her sweet channel, using his upper lip to chafe her hard clit. She flooded his tongue, and he rewarded her by easing a fingertip into the tight seam of her ass.

She didn’t open to him immediately, revealing she was untouched there.

“This is mine first.”

“Mmm.” She had gone incoherent, but her eyes spoke loudly. They were wide, begging.

He teased her with a fingertip, gathering more wetness, then moved to her nether hole, trying to loosen her to allow him to glide a finger inside. He trailed his tongue through her wetness, enamored with her flavors and the power she handed him.

Even the way her bound hands rested against his neck made him feel heady. Drunk.

“Loosen up for me. Give me entrance,” he rumbled against her clit.

She cried out, her pussy flexing under his lips. She was close. But he wanted to extend her pleasure and introduce her to something more. That’s what she was here for, after all. And he’d be damned if another Boot Knocker had a chance to do this first.

Visions of her with Stowe blinded him for a minute, and he growled, driving his tongue deep. She spread her legs wide, shaking as he fucked her wildly with his mouth. Short gasps erupted from her.

And he took advantage, sinking a fingertip past the tight ring of muscle. He wanted to stretch her enough that when he took her over the edge of bliss, she remembered him for a long time. The sting on her backside would keep her wondering what else she was missing.

He pushed deeper—with tongue and finger. When he felt her resistance give way, he slid his finger in another fraction. He didn’t want to hurt her, but she sounded far from injured. And she was wet enough to provide good lubrication.

His own ass burned. What he wouldn’t give for a cock in his ass right now as he licked his naughty girl.

“Ty!”

“Hmm?”

“Stop teasing me.”

He backed off immediately. Sitting back on his heels, he stared into her eyes, letting her see his displeasure.

“I…I’m sorry.” Her voice faltered.

“Don’t be sorry. Be
patient
. You won’t get your way with demands.”

She nodded, her body seeming to glisten under the moon.

He licked his lips slowly. “You taste so damn good.”

“Finish what you started then.”

An irritated sigh left him as he gained his feet. Grabbing the rope looping her hands together, he began to walk with her. Towing her behind him, his body sparking with desire. She was so bad—and so good. He needed to reach inside her and make her see—

See what?
He didn’t have a clue what the fuck he was doing. He was running on pure instinct, adrenaline and raw need.

The trapper’s cabin wasn’t far along the creek. It might have a few cobwebs but it also had a cot. He intended to tie Bree to it and torment her until she gave up total control to him. He’d almost had her—then she’d opened her damn sassy mouth and gotten greedy again.

“Where are we?” Her voice was a shiver on the breeze.

“The place where you’re going to give yourself to me.” He threw her a look. “All of you.”

She made a noise sounding close to a squeak but allowed him to pull her inside the cabin without resistance. She moved her wrists.

“Do the ropes hurt?”

“A little.”

“You like that hurt, don’t you?”

She panted. “A little.”

Holding her gaze, he shut the door, enclosing them in a dark cocoon. He could see enough through the small window to tell she still wore that sweet, begging look.

He yanked off his shirt, unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly. When he pushed the denim and cotton down his hips, his cock sprang free. Hard, snaked with veins, glistening at the tip.

“Time to make me happy, Bree. Take me in your mouth. Every inch. And then I’ll reward you.”

Her eyes widened. “I don’t know if I can.”

“Can you try?”

“Yes.” She was breathless. She sank to her knees, hands roped before her. When his cock skimmed her lips, he thought he’d die. Dark need radiated up from his balls, and he wanted nothing more than to sink into her mouth hard and fast.

But no. He had to give her the chance to please him.

As he watched his cock disappear into the warm haven of her mouth, he smoothed his hands over her silky hair. “That’s it, baby girl. You can fit it all, I know you can.”

She moaned around him, juddering his length. Precome dripped from his tip.

“Deeper. You can do it. Use your tongue. Jesus. Hell yessss.” He couldn’t look away if he wanted. She was taking him like a fucking pro. When he reached her soft palate in the back of her throat, she flicked her eyes up at him, panic there.

“More,” he grated out.

She mewled.

He caressed the delicate shell of her ear, down to her jaw. “Tip your head and take me.”

She angled her head up, eyes wide and glassy. Stowe said she’d been in her headspace? Fuck, Stowe didn’t know shit about headspace. Bree was almost there, though. She wanted to please Ty so she could get the pleasure only he could provide.

He sank into her throat, his balls kissing her chin. For two heartbeats, their gazes held.

He rocked back, pulling his length free of her mouth. Saliva strung them together, and she licked her lips.

“Get on the bed, gorgeous.” He devoured the look of her, imprinting it on his memory. His heart was a wild horse stampeding faster with each passing moment. He’d never been so riled before, and he had no idea where this would end, but it wasn’t going to be tonight.

He had Bree “Spitfire” Roberts naked and quivering with need for him.

He pressed her onto her back and spread her legs wide. “Do I need to tie them apart?”

“No.”

“What if I want to?”

“I—”

He waited for some smart-ass retort, but she released a quivering sigh.

“If you want to, tie me.”

Nice and compliant.
Good girl.
He kicked off his boots and stripped away the rest of his clothing. His cock was an arrow pointing his way home to the shadow between her thighs.

“I want—” She broke off, holding her hands up.

“You’re allowed to ask for things but not demand. Not with me, Bree. You understand?”

Her breasts jiggled under her laboring breaths. “Will you untie my hands so I can touch you?”

Fuck yes.
He tugged the knot free and rubbed the rope chafes. When she put her hands on his chest, he thought he’d burn up. Her scorching touch filled him with something deep and aching and beautiful.

He found a condom and handed it to her. “Put that on me.”

With a noise of want, she sat up and worked the rubber over his length. When her gaze flicked up to his again, he cupped her chin and kissed her. Plundering her mouth as he lay her down and poised at the quick of her.

“Ty!”

“That’s it. Say my name because I want you to know whom you belong to tonight.”

“Ty, please.”

He burrowed the head of his cock between her plump lips, dying with primal need. “Look into my eyes. Don’t look away.”

“I won’t.”

He sank deep. She clenched around him immediately. He clung to the edge of control, driving into her again and again, hitching her thigh up to reach deeper. She hugged his every inch so perfectly. So hot, so sweet when she wasn’t giving him lip. And even when she was, he liked her too damn much.

“Hold on to me,” he rasped. Lifting her off the bed, he plowed into her, driven by some unseen force. She threw her arms around him and kissed him. When her sharp teeth broke the skin on his lower lip, he exploded.

She came with him, clamping around his cock until he grew dizzy. In a burst, he breathed again, spurting two times, three, four. She rocked her hips upward, milking him.

“Holy—” he roared.

“Fuck,” she finished.

They collapsed onto the bed.

Chapter Six

With Ty’s rough fingers blazing trails over and over Bree’s skin and his hard body glued to hers, she tried to make sense of what just happened.

He’d given her the best release of her life. But she’d been sex deprived for a while. Or it could have something to do with Stowe working her up first.

Or the way Ty commanded every part of me.

She felt him inside her head still, and she didn’t know if she liked him there. He’d torn down walls she hadn’t known existed. Making her hold his gaze, take his cock into her throat…

In the end she’d gotten him back a little, though. A bead of blood shimmered on his lower lip. He licked it off and gave her a warning look. “Don’t think you won’t pay for that.”

“You liked it.”

He rolled onto his knees then disappeared into the little bathroom. She watched his carved ass move away. When he returned, she admired his front more.

“What’s that look all about, huh, baby girl?” He hovered over her and stole her breath with his beauty. Arms rigid, brown hair tumbling into his blazing eyes. He shook it away. “I like you coming apart for me. And I did make a promise to claim your ass.”

Her stomach hollowed out, even as her pussy spasmed. “No you didn’t.”

“Maybe I only made the promise in my head. Either way. Roll over.”

When she didn’t move, his eyes glittered. “Not so brave, are you, baby girl?”

Oh hell no. He wasn’t calling her a coward, especially when it came to sex. She was more adventurous than any man had ever been able to live up to. She flopped onto her stomach. Her ass cheeks felt hot still. Were they red? A thrill traveled through her.

Ty grabbed a pillow and wadded it under her, hitching her ass higher into the air. Apprehension jolted her. What was he going to do? She grew wetter with every sweet tick of the minutes.

When he clamped his hands around her globes, she cried out.

“You sore?”

“You don’t have to sound so damn happy about it.”

“Oh, but I am. You can’t imagine the pleasure I get from spanking you.”

“You’re sick.”

He pinched one cheek and she reared. “Ow!”

“Stay down, stay still if you know what’s good for you.”

“You’re twisted, getting off on controlling me.”

“Damn straight. So are you. Otherwise why would you be so—” he eased his fingers into her pussy, “—fucking—” deeper, “—wet?”

She was. Drenched, gagging for this harsh play she found more arousing than anything in the world. She pushed backward, taking his fingers to the knuckles.

He fucked her pussy, making her writhe, the juicy noises clogging the air. When she started to squeak with impending release, he withdrew his fingers and painted the wetness over her pucker.

She tensed, heart pounding. The feel of him touching her there earlier still lingered. It drove her crazy. She bucked upward and met something soft and wet.

Mother of pearl, it’s his tongue.

Burrowing her face in the clean-smelling blankets, she lost herself to the taboo tonguing he was giving her ass. He ran the tip around every ridge, circling until she was rising off the bed to the rhythm he set. He teased the opening, parting her with his tongue then backing off.

She fisted the covers and begged with her body. Knowing he’d stop if she demanded more. Maybe if she begged nicely he’d give her what she really wanted. In some sick way, she’d be giving him something in turn—he obviously got off on having her at his mercy.

“Ty, please? Please make me come.”

He rumbled, and her heart hitched. She was right. He was actually fulfilling a need in him too. She gasped as he sank his tongue and wiggled it. Deep but not enough. She wanted his fingers and later his cock stretching her backside.

She wanted him to give up some control to her too, losing himself in this forbidden and exciting game.

“Ty, please. Give it to me.”

He slapped her ass, making her jerk—and flood with arousal. “Give you what?”

“Give me release.”

“Ask nice, baby girl.”

“Can I have it, please?”

He tongued her ass, making her cry out. When he slipped his fingers under her and stroked the hard knot of nerves on her pussy, she drifted. Quaking, stomach muscles jumping, losing herself to pleasure. She climbed and climbed.

Another finger speared her pussy and one drove into her ass. She burst, floating, seeing stars.

His name was on her lips all night long.

Dawn streamed through the small window and trickled over Bree’s soft body. Every dip and swell was light and shadow, a map he wanted to navigate with his hands and tongue.

She tugged his hair and a few strands broke free.
Insolent little brat.

He dived for her throat, biting it until she writhed. Her heels struck his legs as she kicked. He threw his thigh over both of hers, pinning her. His cock jutted into her hip and damn if the woman didn’t purposely rub against it.

“Let me go! Stop biting me! I’m going to have a mark.”

He released her then delivered a long, slow lick from collarbone to ear. “You like it. You’ll go home and look in the mirror at the mark I left and get hot for me all over again.”

“Humble, I see.”

“I know women.”

“I’m not just any woman.”

“I know
you
.”

She fell still, relaxing in his hold. He snuggled closer, nose skimming her fragrant shoulder. After a few minutes, he asked, “What do you want to do when you grow up?”

She swung her face to pierce him with her bright stare. “I am grown up.”

“It was an expression. I know you are.”

Instead of answering, she closed her eyes. But her breathing didn’t deepen as it would if she were sleepy. No, she was doing an internal search for the answer. More minutes passed.

“My mother wanted me to be a professor,” he said.

Her eyes popped open and she looked at him. “Yeah? Professor of what?” Her hand swished back and forth over his spine, bringing him extreme peace. He cuddled her closer.

“University professor. Teaching business and marketing, I guess.”

“Hmm. Bet she finally realized you weren’t smart enough.”

He pinched her bottom hard. She bucked and squealed until he caressed the spot then lower under the curve of her ass. A stuttering sigh escaped her and she grew soft in his arms again.

“I was valedictorian of my class,” he said.

“Impressive. Brains and brawn. Why did you decide to go with the brawn for a career?”

“Maybe I’m a little like you, using my looks before they fade.”

“Then you’ll build up that character? Good luck with that.”

He snorted. “I know you want me to spank you for that remark, but I’m not giving you what you want this time. We’re having a talk.”

Her fingers swished over his skin, back and forth, slower with each pass. Maybe she was growing sleepy after all. Extreme tenderness welled inside him.

“I’m a Boot Knocker because of a bet I made.”

“With whom?”

“Aw, you used the correct pronoun. See? And you think you’re just a pretty face.”

She grabbed his hand, raised it to her mouth and bit it. Laughing, he pinned her more firmly. “A bet with myself. I had the opportunity to come here. I’d interviewed with Hugh and he’d given me a great offer. Free housing, meals. Guaranteed fun. And a retirement package as well as the fresh air I craved.”

“Sounds like a no-brainer.”

“Right. Except my mom wanted that professor in the family. Secretly I think she had a crush on some professor in her time and thought highly of the career. I was faced with a choice—make her dreams come true or sow my wild oats while I could.”

“Doesn’t sound like a hard decision to me. Who the hell would choose teaching over having lots of sex?”

He continued, ignoring her. Holding up his forearm sporting the tattoo, he said, “I’m better than average at poker. But some of it is chance. I figured if I turned over a winning card, I’d be a Boot Knocker. If I lost, I was going on to get my doctorate so I could teach.”

“And you won.” Her eyes were jewels, brighter blue in the dim lighting. She brought his forearm down until her lips crushed against the inky lines of his tattoo.

“I bet you’re glad I’m here,” he rumbled.

“Nope.”

He dug his cock into the soaking flesh between her thighs. “Want to say that again?”

“Maybe I have a thing for professors too.”

He delivered a slap to her outer thigh that resounded, and she sucked in a sharp gasp. Then she went crazy, fighting him, and he made her give in with long sweeps of his tongue over hers. In the end, she conceded defeat—she admitted she was pretty damn happy he was a Boot Knocker who knew his way around a woman’s body.

“Ty, catch that rope for me, would ya?” Riggs’s words didn’t register. Ty stared at him until Riggs waved a hand. “Earth to Ty. The rope.”

He jolted and caught the rope dangling from the hayloft. Ty’s feet were firmly planted on the barn floor, but he felt as if he were still circling the sun.

Riggs laughed. “What the hell’s up with you?”

“Nothin’.” He wasn’t going to admit that Bree had wheedled her way into his brain—not even to himself. No, not wheedled—consumed his every thought. In the two days since he’d taken her in the trapper’s cabin, he couldn’t get her out of his head.

Thank God he had a week off now.

“All right, Mr. Nothin’s Wrong, tie that rope to the damn motor so I can hoist it into the loft.” Riggs yanked the rope and it slipped from Ty’s hands. Like a crazy cat, Ty made a snag for it, but Riggs ripped it out of reach again.

“Glad you’re enjoying yourself, Riggs.” He pushed his hat back to see his friend better. Riggs cocked a grin and let the rope fall into Ty’s hand. He drew it down to bind around a small engine. They didn’t need the engine right now, but that didn’t mean the ranch wanted to get rid of it. Storing it in the loft was the best idea. There were other odds and ends up there, waiting for a rainy day when they’d become useful again.

He watched the engine sway a few feet off the ground and begin its ascent into the loft, but his mind was miles away, back in the trapper’s cabin. After Bree’s first orgasm, he’d flipped her over and gathered her close. Driving into her again and again while holding her gaze had made him realize a lot.

First, she’d never be fulfilled with the kind of sex she was seeking. Meaningless physical release wasn’t what she wanted, even if she thought she did.

Second, he was frightened by how explosive their sex was.

He’d thrown out all restraint and pounded into her hard. When she splintered around him, his roar had shaken the walls of the cabin. For several minutes after he pumped out countless spurts of come, he’d drifted.

Never done that before.

After he’d collapsed on the bed beside her, she’d curled up with a thigh over his, her light caresses still zinging through his memory. Before the sky had fully lightened, he’d led her back to the truck and watched her dress. Without a word he’d returned her to her car parked along the lane. Even when he took her cell and plugged his number into it, they didn’t speak.

But he’d kissed her until she squeaked for more. Then he put her into the car and watched her drive off in a cloud of dust.

“What the hell’s the matter with you, Ty?” Riggs’s voice jerked him from his musings.

He realized the engine was safely in the loft above and Riggs was descending the ladder like a well-practiced high diver. Ty shook himself. “Nothin’.”

“A lot of nothin’. C’mon. We’ve got work to do.” Riggs hit the floor and shot off to the barn door. Ty followed his lead for the rest of the day, throwing himself into backbreaking labor that never quite wiped his mind clean.

Was Bree thinking about him as much as he was her? If she wasn’t, he’d spank her ass. He could nearly feel the heat radiating from her skin after his attentions. His cock was hardening.

He thrust the pitchfork into the hay pile.

“Never knew you to be so quiet.” Riggs eyed him. The man’s dark eyes could draw secrets from the most closemouthed man. But Ty couldn’t confide in Riggs. He was one of his bosses and Hugh’s lover. From what he’d heard, Boot Knockers who were found to be unfocused had bigger issues once they faced Hugh.

“Just tired I guess.”

“Good thing it’s your week off then.” Riggs’s muscles gleamed with sweat as he pitched fresh hay into a muddy area of the paddock.

“It is.” Good thing because Ty couldn’t dream of pleasuring any woman besides the one in his head at the moment. Bree had a tight grip on him, and that had to stop. The only way to evict her from his thoughts was to sate himself with her. He’d text her later and ask her to come to the ranch.

“You’ve been seeing a lot of Elliot,” Riggs said.

Ty looked up, trying to process his words. “Oh? Yeah.”
Fork, pitch. Fork, pitch.

“He was a little broken up about Jack leaving the ranks.” Jack had inspired a lot of lust in several of the guys. When he’d finally settled on Paul and Lissy, he’d been missed.

“Are you saying he’s latched on to me now?” Ty had spent enough time thinking about Elliot’s soft looks to realize everyone else must have noticed as well.

“Has he?”

“I dunno.” He dug in again.

“Do you feel a connection to him?”

Agitation washed over Ty. He scooped hay faster. “He’s got a nice cock and gives great head.”

“There’s no need to get defensive. I was just wondering if you were feeling the same things Elliot is.”

Ty looked up. “Has he talked to you?”

Riggs didn’t need to say so. His expression revealed it all.

“He has.”

Riggs nodded.

“What’s he said?”

“Only that he thinks about you all the time and he wants to understand you better. You seem hot and cold to him.”

Ty looked at his boots. Hot and cold? Hell yeah. Ty didn’t want any relationships. In fact, Ms. Bree had no place in his head either.

“I can see you’re conflicted.”

Shit, could Riggs detect his confusion over Bree? He wasn’t doing a very good job at maintaining his professional distance, apparently. He wanted nothing more than to keep Bree in his bed all week and Elliot had gotten the wrong signals. How?