Roped Tight (Ryker Ranch #4) - Kim Loraine Page 0,16

whiskey in his flask as he served up some stew, “electricity from a generator that is big enough to power the whole house.”

I laughed. “Oh, who's the whiner now?"

He filled a bowl and shoved it toward me. “Come on, you gotta admit doing everything by candlelight isn't the most comfortable. And as much as your mama loves to cook, I think a fridge would be a nice thing to add to this place.”

Mama cooked for any occasion she could find. Hundred days of school? She’d make a hundred cookies. Flag Day? A pie that looked like an American flag. Every holiday we had special meals, some kind of home-baked dessert, not to mention, she was always trying out new recipes. If we could get this place set up for her to have a real home away from home, maybe she’d forgive Dad for keeping his diagnosis from her.

"You’ve been paying attention."

“Damn right, I have. I don't want you for just your ass.”

The flirtatious tone in his words went straight to my rapidly lengthening dick. “You been watching my ass?”

"Yes, sir. Kind of hard not to. You’re always walking around in those tight jeans. Your ass on full display when you ride those bulls…”

I was on him before he could finish his sentence, leaving our food untouched. He unlocked something in me, and now I couldn't get enough. I wanted to be as close to him as I possibly could.

He threaded his fingers in my hair and pulled me down for another searing kiss, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth, my hands behind his head. We had to be careful or we’d starve to death out here, having finally exhausted ourselves and each other. I slid down his body until I fitted myself between his thighs. Was I really going to do this? Was I ready to have a cock in my mouth? The simple truth was, yes. If it was his.

"Look at you. Hungry already?" Tucker's gaze was steely and laced with anticipation.

"Tell me how you like it."

He pushed me back, getting to his feet. Disappointment shot through me, rapidly followed by the hot shame of rejection.

“Sit on the sofa and open your mouth.” The smooth, even tone of his command sent waves of arousal through me.

I did as he asked, and I watched with my pulse pounding as he slowly popped the button on his jeans and then slowly lowered the zipper. Then his long, thick cock sprang free, and without another word, he pressed it to my lower lip.

“Lick your lips, Sammy. Then cover your teeth and take my cock.”

The thrill of those words from his mouth as he stood there mostly naked, hard as stone and waiting, had my own dick swelling and aching.

I licked the head, the taste of his pre-come bitter and salty, but it didn't stop me. All it did was show me this was so much more than I thought it’d be. I slid him into my mouth, and a sharp pain bloomed from the roots of my hair. His fingers had found a way into the thick waves, and the pain had me groaning around his cock. He must’ve liked it because he bucked his hips and gripped with both hands.

He swelled even further in my mouth and whispered, "That's right." His words betrayed the knife's edge between control and chaos he balanced on.

I took him as deep as I could, but he was big, and this wasn’t something I’d done before. As though he knew, he wrapped his hand around the base of his cock after releasing my hair and began to stroke in time with my motions, taking the inches I couldn't fit in my mouth.

My hands wrapped around his ass, shoving his pants down until they were around his knees. I needed to feel his bare skin. He moaned as I toyed with him. The hiss of pleasure when my fingers teased his crack had me nearly coming in my pants.

"Fuck, Sam, I’m close. Keep doing that.”

I did, taking him all the way as he started moving and muttering something. Until he stopped abruptly, breath coming in tight gasps, and he whispered, “I’m gonna come. Swallow. Take it."

I didn’t stop or slow down. He swelled in my mouth, his balls pulled tight, and I felt the pulse of him shooting down my throat. Moving back, I let my gaze slide up his body; the tight muscles of his abs were covered in a fine sheen of sweat,