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  A sharp inhalation was her only complaint. When the smooth round tip of the vibrator hummed against her asshole, she forced herself to relax, knowing resistance wouldn’t deter him and would only cause her discomfort.

  The dildo slid inside, gliding in and out in shallow forays as he eased the tension in the muscles that clamped around the slender column.

  Tara’s belly quivered, her thighs moved restlessly, opening wider as she curved her bottom upward to beg for more. A flick of the switch increased the speed of the vibrations and moisture trickled from her cunt, her lips spasming with wet little “kisses” as he thrust the toy deeper in her ass.

  He held it there, increasing the speed again, his hand cupped against her entrance to keep her body from ejecting it.

  “Ever wondered what it would be like to have two cocks coming in you hard?”

  She shook her head and pressed together her lips so she wouldn’t blurt the truth.

  “Truth is, I don’t like the idea of sharing you. But we can pretend, can’t we?”

  His hands slipped under her ass and lifted her higher. His thighs snuggled closer to hers, and his cock fell heavy atop of her mound. “Let’s see how well you like it.”

  Tara grabbed the slender tethers and held on tight as Cody backed up his hips and slid his cock slowly down her slit.

  When the tip of his cock nudged her entrance, he pushed forward, sliding easily through moist tissue that rippled all along his thick shaft.

  The first thrust pushed the dildo deeper inside, and Tara admitted to herself she felt relief. Christ, she was so full. The hum purred deep inside her body, and she knew he had to feel the vibrations, too.

  He slipped the braid binding one wrist. “Touch your clit.”

  She shook her head. She’d shoot off like a rocket if she did. “No. Too quick.”

  “Then play with your breasts. I want to watch you touch yourself.”

  Eyes squeezing shut, she clutched a breast, plumping it up for his pleasure.

  The pace of his steady thrusts increased. Burning heat and tension filled both of her entrances, vibrating upward to curl tight inside her womb until her entire body quivered and shook with her escalating pleasure.

  As he stroked harder, Cody’s breaths grew labored. His fingers dug into her buttocks in a bruising grip that only heightened her excitement.

  Not able to stand it a moment longer, she opened her eyes.

  Cody’s blazing gaze bored into hers. His lips were drawn into thin lines against his teeth. His jaw was taut, his skin reddened and glistening now with a fine sheen of sweat.

  He was so goddamn beautiful he made her heart ache. He was any woman’s wet dream. How the hell did she have any hope of holding on to him?

  Cody slowed his thrusts and dropped his gaze.

  She followed that heated look, watching as he drove between her folds, each inch disappearing between her reddened lips then pulling out with thin threads of the creamy white arousal he churned up, coating his slick cock.

  His gaze came back up, catching her watching his strokes. “Can’t hold back any longer,” he ground out.

  “Never asked you to.”

  Pulling out until her pussy sucked only on the blunt crown, he powered forward, stabbing deep into her, so deep she felt the thud against her cervix. He drew out again and thrust hard at her center, repeating the motions, coming faster and faster, jolting against the dildo still tucked deep in her ass.

  Overwhelmed by the steady pounding, the vibrations deep inside her body, and the powerful picture he made as he hammered her, Tara’s body jerked, her back arched, and her head dug into the mattress. Her release washed over her, lifting her on an upward swell. A thin keening wail pierced the air.

  Cody didn’t slow. His thrusts grew more erratic, sharper, harder—until he flung back his head and groaned. “Ahhhhh…”

  The little jiggles he made as he shook off the come spurting inside her made her smile. When he grew still, his eyes opened, and he gave her a rueful grin. “I won’t be able to walk for a week.”

  “That’s supposed to be my complaint. I’m the one who took the pounding.”

  “You did, didn’t you?” he murmured.

  “Gonna untie me?”

  He groaned again and raked her inner walls with short thrusts. “Can’t you let me savor it a minute longer?”

  “Cody, I want to wrap myself around you.”

  His eyes darkened. “Need a cuddle after all that work?”

  “I earned it,” she pouted. “I let you have your wicked way.”

  With his cock still clutched deep inside her pulsating channel, he bent over her, giving her a long hot kiss that had them both gasping when he lifted his head.

  “Spend the day with me,” she whispered, knowing she was clinging, but unable to let go. Not yet.

  “Still want me around?” he whispered, his lips sliding along the edge of her jaw.

  “I have more nightgowns for you to shred.”

  Mouths an inch apart, Tara savored the grin that wrinkled the sides of his blue eyes. She lifted her hand and combed her fingers through his damp hair then gently tugged him closer.

  Their kiss was a shimmer-soft caress of lips. Sweet, lingering.

  “I have to confess, I love this part too,” he whispered.

  “Not a very manly thing to admit. Most men are ready to roll off and sleep.”

  “I don’t want to miss a thing.”

  At that moment, his spent cock slipped from her pussy.

  Tara groaned, and then gave a little laugh. “I really, really need that vibrator to go.”

  “Sorry.” He came up quickly on his haunches and eased the vibrator from her ass.

  Embarrassed, she turned her head aside. With a soft click the hum stopped.

  “Be right back,” he said, climbing off the bed and heading to the bathroom still clutching the dildo.

  “I can manage that…” she called after him, but the door was already shut.

  Lying with her body still spread-eagle, fluid oozing from her pussy, Tara tugged at her remaining tethers and chain, hoping to free herself before he came back out, but to no avail. “Must have been a damn boy scout,” she muttered, giving up.

  The sound of running water lasted for endless minutes, and then the door opened. He strode inside, a washcloth in his hand.

  “You can untie me now,” she said scowling.

  “What would be the fun in that?” He washed her efficiently, careful not to abrade the tender, sensitized flesh between her legs. “Better?” he asked, his gaze lifting from her sex.

  With her face flushed with embarrassment, she nodded.

  “See? That wasn’t so hard.”

  “I could have managed myself.”

  “But you would have deprived me of the pleasure. I’m the one who got you this way.”

  “Feeling pretty proud of yourself?”

  “Yeah. I am.” He traced a finger along the edge of one furled lip. “Did you like it?” he asked softly.

  Again, emotion rose up to choke her. She nodded quickly.

  Standing at the end of the bed, he bent and placed his hands on either side of her hips and stuck out his tongue to caress her swollen labia. He inhaled—taking a deep, slow breath. “Love that smell. It’s like bread baking in the oven.”

  Tara couldn’t help the snort of laughter that shook her body. “Do you use that line with every woman?”

  “Course not,” he said grinning up at her. “It’s not exactly the smoothest line, is it?”

  Tara rattled her manacled hand. “The key?”

  “Gettin’ to it. Promise.”

  A sound like the rasp of footsteps on sand came from outside the window.

  Cody’s head canted, a frown drawing his brows together. “You expectin’ company?” he whispered.

  “Hell, no. Untie me now.”

  “Fuck, where’d I see that key?”

  “I left it on the dresser.”

  The doorbell rang.


  Cody and Tara shared an alarmed glance. He stripped the ties from her feet, and then lunged at the dresser, swiping up the key before hurrying back to the bed.

  A fist pounding on the front door echoed through the house.

  “Commiiinng,” Tara shouted, jerking her hand away as soon as Cody unlocked the cuff.

  He tossed her yellow robe at her, and she shrugged it on, already running for the front door.

  She arrived breathless, ran her fingers through her hair, and pasted on a smile before opening the door.

  Joe Chavez and Logan Ross stood on her stoop, their faces set in unyielding lines.

  “Deputies? Is anything wrong?” she asked, eyeing them warily through the screen door. They were dressed in scruffy T-shirts and frayed jeans, cowboy hats shading their faces.

  “Ma’am, we’re here about a missing person,” Joe said, his expression intimidatingly stern.

  “A missing person? Who?” she asked, wondering why they’d be looking here.

  Joe grabbed the edge of her screen door and opened it. “May we come in?” he asked, already stepping over her threshold.

  Tara backed up, at a loss for words as they both charged inside. “But, no one’s here,” she sputtered.

  “Cody Westhofen missed an appointment this morning,” Joe said over his shoulder as he peered into her kitchen then headed directly down the hall, Logan at his back.

  “Wait!” she said, following on their heels. “Why do you think he’s missing?”

  “His truck’s still parked at The Honky-tonk, and after the ruckus you two caused last night, we thought we’d better check it out.”

  “Ruckus? I’m telling you, he’s not missing.”

  Joe didn’t seem to hear her, reaching her door and swinging it open with a flourish. He halted in his tracks, a low whistle blowing through his lips.

  Both men blocked the door, so Tara had to peer around them into the room. What she saw made her jaw drop and her face heat with mortification.

  Cody lay spread-eagle on her mattress, still naked, his sex stirring between his legs, his feet bound by shiny blue braids and one hand secured by the silver cuff. He turned his head toward the men who stood chuckling softly in the doorway.

  “Hey, Cody,” Logan said. “Need rescuing?”

  “Sorry I didn’t make our date, boys. As you can see, I’m a little tied up at the moment.”

  Tara shot him a blistering glare, and then elbowed her way past the men to throw a blanket over Cody’s naked body. By the way the two deputy’s eyes gleamed with amusement, there was no way in hell they’d keep this to themselves. “I’m going to kill you,” Tara hissed at Cody.

  “Sure everything’s all right here?” Logan asked. “Meaghan seemed to think blood might have been spilled the way Tara stomped off last night.”

  “No blood spilled,” Cody drawled. “All my parts are still intact.”

  His parts were poking at the blanket, and Tara moved in front of the bed to hide the fact. “If you two are satisfied…” she ground out between clenched teeth.

  “Sorry to barge in, ma’am,” Joe said, giving Cody one last glance and a wink.

  Logan shook his head, his grin splitting his face. “Got a key for those handcuffs?”

  “’Fraid we lost it sometime last night,” Cody drawled. “I’m sure we’ll find it soon.”

  Joe and Logan tipped their hats and turned, soft masculine laughter following them out of her house. When she’d finally gotten her anger in hand, she turned to Cody. “What the hell do you think you’re doin’? Those two are gonna have this all over the county before noon.”

  “They won’t tell a soul.”

  “Why would they do something like that?”

  “They were just havin’ some fun at my expense.” His brows pulled closer, deepening the shadows in his eyes. “Tara, don’t you think it’s time we stopped sneakin’ around?”

  Tara blinked at the moisture welling in her eyes. “Where did you put that key?” she asked, her voice sounding ragged to her own ears.

  He held it up between the thumb and forefinger of his free hand.

  She held out her cupped palm, accepting the key, and then tossed it over her shoulder.

  His eyes widened. “Why’d you do that?”

  “Guess I’m not done having a little fun at your expense.”

  “Tara…”

  She shook her head, sniffing to clear the tears clogging the back of her throat. “Since you don’t seem to care that everyone and their mother’s gonna know we’ve got something goin’ on, why not really give them something to talk about?”

  He narrowed his gaze. “What are you planning to do?”

  Tara climbed onto the bed, still wearing her robe, and settled her spread legs around his hips. “I’m gonna keep you here until you admit I’m the only woman for you, cowboy.”

  Cody’s lips twitched. His half-lidded gaze traced a path from her breasts to her pussy. “You’re the only woman I want.”

  Tara wrinkled her nose. “You said that too quick to be convincing.”

  His gaze locked with hers. “I mean it.”

  Tara stilled, all anger bleeding away, a poignant glimpse of hope breaking through the angry cloud. “No other women?” she asked, then gruffly amended, “for as long as this lasts.”

  A muscle along his carved jaw flexed. “For as long as you’ll have me.”

  “I’m serious, Cody.”

  “I love you, Tara Toomey.”

  Her lips trembled. The woman who never cried over dusty cowboys fell over his chest and snuggled her cheek against the corner of his shoulder, tears leaking from her eyes. “I love you, too.”

  “Is that why you raised that paddle last night?” he asked softly. “Were you tellin’ the whole world how you felt?”

  She nodded. “I thought it would get me in less trouble than tackling the woman who bought you.”

  His chest shook with soft laughter. “Might have been worth it to see.” He kissed her hair. “Want to find that key?”

  Tara nuzzled his chest with her cheek. “I’m fine. Just like this. I want your arm around me.”

  The one arm he had free hugged her closer. “I’ve got you, baby.”

  “You really are going to have to work on a new nickname. I’m old enough to be your mo—”

  “Not even. I’m thirty-two.”

  “Jesus. Now, I feel much better,” she said, wincing.

  “Age is just a number,” he drawled.

  “Says someone who’s still in his prime.”

  “You really think you’re old?”

  She lifted her head. “Only when I look at you.”

  “I don’t see it.” His eyebrows drew together; his gaze was soft. “So, you’ve got a few wrinkles. So, do I.”

  She took a deep breath and voiced her biggest fear. “I might not be able to give you babies. And I know you’d miss that.”

  “You never know. Maybe you just need some young sperm swimming inside you.”

  She wrinkled her nose. “Elegantly put.”

  “I’m not a talker.”

  “No, you’re a lover. Mine,” she said, with a firmness he couldn’t help but notice.

  “Yours. Got it. Guess you’ll have to keep that chain and lock me up every night.”

  “I kinda liked the way it felt on me,” she admitted ruefully.

  “I liked the way you looked,” he growled. “Every part of you open to me. Helpless. So damn wet.” His sex stirred against her, proving his words.

  “Promise me something?” she said, raising her head.

  Cody’s gaze tangled with hers. “Anything.”

  She shook her head. “Not until you’ve heard me out. Doesn’t count if you don’t know what I’m gonna ask.”

  “Then ask.”

  Tara swallowed, and then let him see everything she felt reflected in her expression—unconditional love and acceptance. “Don’t stay any longer than you want. Not for me.”

  The musc
les of his throat flexed around a swallow. “I promise, Tara.”

  She gave him a soft smile and started to lay her head on his chest again, but he lifted her chin with his thumb.

  “My turn.”

  Sara read the shimmering tenderness in his gaze, and happiness unfurled like a budding rose.

  “Marry me.”

  *

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  A hot breeze toyed with a strand of hair lying across her breast, but Sarah Michelson wasn’t about to flick it away now. She was already in deep shit and wondering whether she should pour on the syrup and sweet talk the two officers striding her way.

  She’d been driving without her headlight, following the pale gray thread of road she’d driven since she’d graduated to adulthood, until she hit the winding canyon and had to flip it on. A quick drive-by of the bar, and she would have proven she was still the reigning bad girl of Paraiso.

  Then she’d seen the glint of metal at the side of the road and throttled down.

  Damn, who knew she’d run into a speed trap on little ole Amman Road?

  “Ma’am, I’ll need to see your license and registration.”

  Sarah squinted against the spotlight aimed at her from the squad car parked beside the sawhorse barrier and shot a glare at the deputy who’d halted beside her. That glare was signature “Sarah” and would have had most men backing up half a dozen paces. To his credit, Joe Chavez didn’t flinch, but neither did he crack a smile.