Rough and Ready (More Than A Cowboy #2) - Vanessa Vale Page 0,62

heaven.”

The stupid joke had her stumbling, and she slapped her hand on the treadmill’s control to slow it down. When she was walking at a cool-down pace, she said, “Are you trying to pick me up?”

I winked. “If you have to ask, I’m not doing it right.”

Her gaze raked over me in appreciation. “I’m sure you do it right. In fact, I am warmed up and ready to go,” she replied.

It was my turn to falter because I hadn’t expected that awesome comeback. My dick was instantly hard and gym shorts did nothing to hide it. I had to hold my towel in front of it. She saw the action and smirked.

I looked around. No one was nearby, but I stepped closer, resting my forearm on the treadmill. “You need it, princess?”

She bit her lip and nodded.

I didn’t look away from her, just reached out and grabbed the emergency release cord and tugged. The treadmill immediately stopped.

I handed her the fresh towel, and she stepped off and wiped her face as I cleaned down the machine for her. When I was done, I led her out of the gym, through the hallway and used my keycard to get into the stairwell.

As soon as the door slammed shut behind us, I tugged her around and into my arms. Kissed her. We were both hot and sweaty, but I didn’t give a shit. I wanted her, and I wanted her here and now. I wasn’t pressing her up against the cinder block wall. I wasn’t fucking her into the stairwell. So I broke the kiss, sat down on the steps and tugged her into my lap. She was breathing hard, and her lips were slick and swollen.

“Here?” she asked, glancing to the door. There was no window in it, and no one had a key pass but the residents.

“Here. Gray and Emory went to the ranch.”

That meant no one was going to interrupt us.

She met my gaze then stood, shucked off her shorts. I lifted up enough to push down my own, so my dick sprang free. “Shit. No condom.” I glanced up the stairs as if I could wish one would magically appear from my room.

As she dropped her shorts to the concrete floor, she said, “I’m on the pill. I’m clean.”

I had to grip my dick it ached so bad. “I’ve never gone bare before.”

She set a hand on my shoulder to balance herself as she straddled me once more, keeping herself lifted, so I was at her entrance. She looked to me then lowered herself down. “Me either,” she breathed as she worked her way onto me.

“Fuck,” I breathed. She was hot and wet and tight and fucking perfect.

I never knew it could feel like this with nothing between us.

“Okay?” she asked me.

I frowned. “I’ve got my girl on my dick. I don’t want to be anywhere fucking else.”

I gripped her hips then lifted her up, pressed her back down. Then she took over, rocking and lifting, setting her sneaker-clad feet on the step to get leverage.

“Holy fuck, princess,” I said, dying of pleasure.

I pushed up her t-shirt, and she lifted her arms long enough for me to toss it away. Then I worked her sports bra up over her tits, and I took one in my mouth. Her pussy clamped down, and she groaned.

We didn’t last, this frantic fuck what we both needed. This wasn’t what she’d have had with Larry. While this was straight up fucking, it was also a connection. She was right there with me. An even exchange. I was taking her bare. As she came all over me, coating me in her cream, I couldn’t hold back and came deep inside her.

Making her mine. Fucking marking her. I was a Neanderthal, but I didn’t give a shit. All I could do was say, “Mine.”

25

HARPER

“Stay by my side the entire time,” Reed said. Again. “I hate this, Quake, just so you know. She shouldn’t fucking be here.”

We were in the parking lot of a vacant strip mall on the north side of Denver. Quake had called Reed this morning and told us about the meet up he’d arranged with Randy. We’d caught up with Quake and his son, Frankie, at the diner then followed them to this meeting spot.

“Noted,” Quake replied, leaning against the hood of his SUV.

We weren’t meeting for drinks. This wasn’t some kind of work happy hour. This was how criminals got together. Although I didn’t know enough about Quake to call