Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 115683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
“Fine. But only because I want you to leave.”
“You want me to leave, why do you keep talking?”
“Because.” She pauses, and I smile at the idea that I caught her out. “Maybe I like the idea of cuffing you. Maybe to a post or something. Teach you some humility.”
“I’d like to see you try.”
“Watch me.”
She turns and plants her hands on my shoulders, and heaviness settles between my legs when she leans her weight into me so I can shape her waist with my hands and slide her off the saddle.
Then we’re standing face-to-face. Close enough that her tits brush my chest when she breathes in.
Is the space between us tightening? Pulling us closer? Or am I doing that?
Is she?
A hot drip of awareness works its way through my core. I’m suddenly aware of the fronts of my thighs, how they want to be pressed against hers.
Her eyes flick to my mouth again. My dick leaps.
The tension between us is unbearable. It has been a day. And to top it off like this? I feel like I’m about to snap. Do something very, very stupid.
I wait for her to pull away. Slap me even.
Instead, she stays. And looks. And burns with what I thought was anger. Maybe it is anger, but it’s also that hunger I glimpsed in her too.
Hunger I feel in every corner of my being. I’m struck by the ridiculous thought that here in this barn, we’ve become animals too. Animals with appetites that refuse to be ignored.
“You fucking liar.”
I blink. “What?”
“The handcuffs.” She gives me a shove. “If you actually had them, you’d be using them on me right now. I know you’re a dick, but I didn’t know you were a coward too.”
Anger flares hot and pure through my center.
Hate sex. Is that what is about to happen? My body leaps at the prospect, even as a funny feeling takes root in my gut. Lainey’s kinda putting herself out there right now, isn’t she? If anyone’s not a coward, it’s her.
And that really, really pisses me off. And turns me on. So fucking much.
“Aw, Dallas.” My chest rumbles with a low, sinister chuckle. “You should know better than to talk trash like that. I ain’t no liar. And I’m certainly no chickenshit.”
“Prove it.”
The defiant tilt of her chin. The fire in her eyes. The honesty of all that.
I’m done.
Before I know what’s happening, I’m leaning down to pull the handcuffs out of my saddlebag. I’m yanking her arms behind her back. I’m curling my hand around her wrists and using the bulk of my body to keep her in place. Her tits are thrust out, and I don’t miss that her nipples are hard.
My dick goes full salute in the space of half a heartbeat.
Her breath catches when I snap the cuffs onto her wrists.
Leaning in, I run my nose up the length of her delicate neck. “You want me to cuff you, you just gotta ask, Dallas.” I nip at her neck. “Now get on your fucking knees.”
CHAPTER 12
Enemies with Benefits
LAINEY
The cold metal bites into my wrists. It’s a wildly arousing juxtaposition to the white-hot heat that courses through my skin.
My body is on fire. Clit pulsing. Heart pumping. Skin tightening.
I’m embarrassed that I’m this turned on this quickly.
I’m embarrassed that being cuffed—literally constrained—is making me squirm with need. What was I thinking, baiting him this way?
Fuck this guy for making me feel all these stupid things. My thoughts blare in time to my rioting pulse.
I hate this guy. I hate him. I hate him.
I also very much want to explore whatever’s happening right now. Can I do that while torturing him? Maybe even make him beg?
I smirk. “No.”
Colton quirks a brow. “Excuse me?”
I press my hips into his, chuckling when I feel his very obvious erection. “You got another thing coming, cowboy, if you think I’m about to listen to a damn thing you say.”
The dark look in his eyes intensifies. Nostrils flare.
Colton really likes it when I give him a hard time. I imagine not many people tell him no.
I press against him a little more. “Huh.”
“What?” His voice is huskier now.
“For someone so small and mean, you got a big dick.”
His eyes bounce between mine as he pushes his erection into my belly. “Don’t sound so surprised.”
“Show me how big you are, then.”
Those eyes go wide. “I’m the one who gives orders.”
“You’re cute,” I say with a lighthearted laugh. “Now unzip those jeans and show me why you think you deserve to walk this earth like God’s gift to humanity.”
A muscle in his jaw twitches, but he smiles. “I got my reasons for that.”
“Sure you do.”
He looks at me. Looks. Is he hesitating? Savoring the tension? Wondering if this is a line we’re actually gonna cross?
“Maybe you really are a coward,” I say, because apparently I have a death wish. For my career at least, because I think I’m about to hook up with my boss. Coworker. Whatever.