Semua Bab Satisfying Her Darkest Fantasies: Bab 851 - Bab 860

The diner was busy enough for the next hour she didn’t have time to wish she was slaving over a hot grill instead of bringing Clem, a regular with a sweet tooth and a toothless smile, his tenth cup of coffee.“Order up, Macie,” TJ yelled from the kitchen.“Thanks.” She tossed a sprig of parsley on top of the plate and delivered it to her customer. Hopefully he was her last customer of the night. She was ready to go home and knock back a beer or six.“What’s wrong?” Velma asked as she dumped two ladles of French dressing on a bowl of iceberg lettuce.“I don’t know. I’m just cranky.” And horny. Which made her even more cranky. She was never horny. Or she’d never been until Carter McKay sent her hormones into overdrive.Why were her hormones causing problems now? Simply because it’d been a week since she’d seen or heard from Carter?Yeah, she knew he was working. Although, she hadn’t heard that from him directly, but from Gemma. Luckily her father hadn’t chimed in about Carter’s absence

Macie shrieked.Then he shaped and squeezed her left breast, sucking her right nipple until it felt like her whole breast was in his hot mouth. He sucked and groaned against her skin while he let the vibrator rest directly on her clit.She’d be lucky if she lasted a minute.Or thirty seconds.She gyrated her hips, arching her spine, wanting him to suck her harder until her nipple hit the back of his throat.Carter moved his mouth and the vibrator away.“Hey, don’t stop!”“I’m not. Scoot back.”She did and he slid his butt toward the dash.“You ain’t gonna last long. I wanna be ready to slide deep.” Carter brushed soft kisses over the tops of her breasts and he repositioned the vibrator right where she needed it.Macie threw back her head and moaned.“Come for me, darlin’.”Four strokes, four sucks, that’s all it took.She exploded.Carter bit down on her nipple as her clit pulsed against the soft rubber. Before she could find her sanity, Carter’s mouth was on hers and he’d impaled her

Romance, huh? He could do romance.Two hours later the phone rang in Gemma’s kitchen.“Hello?”An angry voice demanded, “Why is it that I have to hear from my mother-in-law that Cash Big Crow is working for you as your ranch foreman?”Gemma smiled. “Hey, Channing.”“Are you sleeping with him too?”“Yep.”“I have half a mind to come to the Bar 9 and kick your ass.”“Gonna have to grow a bit, Mrs. McKay.”“I can’t believe you didn’t call me, Gem. So spill the details, woman.”“Huh-uh. I ain’t telling you nothin’ over the phone.”“How about just a small hint?”“Nope.”“You’re getting mean in your old age, Gemma.”“Damn. I’ve missed your smart mouth. I’d take a chance on you whipping my butt if it meant you were comin’ for a visit.”“Funny you should mention that.”“Yeah? What’s up?”“Well, we were cleaning out the big barn on Colby’s folks place last week and I saw Colby has all this bull ridin’ stuff, which he’ll never use again. Round about that time Amy Jo Foster and a couple of her y

Anticipation made him crazy. Waiting for her cool, strong hand to circle his cock.Followed by her hot, wet mouth and wicked little tongue.“Cash? Up against the bookcase.”Zero argument from him. He shuffled sideways until his ass met cold wood. She dropped to her knees.“Spread those legs wider.”“Yes’m.”“Now, see here, cowboy. I won’t have you knocking off my knickknacks on the bookshelves. You’re gonna have to hold still. No buckin’ your hips. Got it?”“I can move someplace sturdier. Maybe we oughta do this by a wall?”“No.” Gemma slapped his thigh.Shit. That was sexy, her taking charge and acting all bossy. His dick jerked against his belly.“I will stop if you don’t obey me, Cash.”“I’ll obey.”“Good boy. Hands by your sides.”He clenched his fists by his clenched thighs.She nuzzled the hair covering his sac. “How is it you smell so…sweet right here?When you’re all hard, tough male?” Her hand slipped up the inside of his leg. Then she cupped his balls and rolled them between

“A rope.”“You’d be right. Stretch out across the bed and put your wrists together above your head.”“Why?”“Because I said so.”“I thought we were beyond games, Carter.”“You thought wrong.”“But—”“Don’t argue with me. Just do it.”“Or what?”“Or I’ll leave.”She stared at him. Defiantly. Warily.“I ain’t kiddin’, Macie. My way or no way.”Something shifted in her eyes and she nodded. She rolled on her back, knocked the pillows aside and pressed her palms to the paneled wall.“Good girl.” Carter climbed on the bed and straddled her pelvis, ignoring the questions in her eyes as he bound her. After he was satisfied she couldn’t get loose, he knelt between her widespread thighs. He snatched the pillows and said, “Lift,” so he could slide them beneath her ass.Then he dragged the tips of his fingers, oh-so-slowly, over the sensitive skin on the inside of her arms, until his palms rested on her ribs. “The rope will burn your wrists if you wiggle too much, so my advice is to stay still. N