Laying Down the Law (6 page)

At her next sniff, he swung his legs over the side of the bed, determined to leave so he wouldn’t be tortured by the sounds of her crying.

“Thought we had a deal,” she said, her voice thick. “Your bed. Your rules.”

“Things have changed,” he said gruffly, even though his cock perked up at just the thought of what she suggested.

“Don’t see how. You knew I was trouble soon as you saw me.”

“What do you think fuckin’s gonna get you, Zuri?” he asked, then winced at how crass it sounded, even to him.

Her breath caught. “I thought
maybe
we could both blow off some steam. I sure as hell can’t sleep. Doesn’t appear you can either.” She turned, the sheet twisting around her body to mold to her slender curves.

Damn. He wished she hadn’t been so blunt. That what she said didn’t appeal so much. Things were complicated enough. Colt’s body tightened. “What are you suggestin’?”

Zuri sat up. “I know I’ve put you in a bad spot. That I’ve compromised you. I’m sayin’ that what happens between us isn’t about any bargain. No one has to know.”

“I’d know. My brothers would know. What the hell am I supposed to say when the FBI comes callin’, because, honey, they will. If they think you’re involved, they’ll come to Caldera. They’ll seek me out since I’m the law in these parts. When they learn about our connection
…
”

Zuri’s jaw firmed. “When they come, I’ll hie off to that cabin and swear on a stack of bibles you didn’t know I was hidin’ there. Do your silent-cowboy thing. I think your brothers wouldn’t mind one bit backin’ you up. But until they do come, can’t we take a little pleasure for ourselves?”

Colt’s chest expanded around a deep, indrawn breath. He wanted to fight with her, argue until they both lost their tempers, because then he’d have an excuse for letting loose. He curved his fingers, sinking them into the bedding because what he really wanted to do was drag her across the mattress and expend the tension gripping his groin.

When the law came, he’d have to tell the truth. One thing he wasn’t was a liar. But right this moment, he didn’t care what he’d have to admit. Anyone looking at her now, seeing her tangled hair and large frightened eyes would get why he’d thrown his principles to the winds. “Lord help you if you’re playin’ me,” he whispered.

“I’m not, Colt,” she said, her voice breaking. “I’d never have come if I’d known you were the sheriff. I don’t mean to ruin anything for you. But I’m scared. And I’m just askin’ you to give me what you promised.”

“Why, Zuri?” Was she only trying to get under his skin to make sure he’d protect her? Did she hope he’d help her make a run for it when the time came? More than anything, he hoped she felt the same way he did. Helpless against this attraction.

Her breath came in a ragged gust. “Because it was good between us once. And that spark’s still there. Let’s just forget our problems for a little while. Please, Colt.”

He hesitated. No doubt she saw the effect she had on him, his boxers tented by the strength of his desire.

Slowly, her glittering gaze locked with his. She drew off the T-shirt he’d given her, baring her breasts then shoving down the sheet to remind him she’d already gotten rid of the pants. Lying back, a hand resting on the pillow beside her head, she stretched the other across to his side of the bed.

An invitation he couldn’t refuse.

Whatever the consequences, he had to have her. Tomorrow, he’d figure out what he
should
do, at the very least, reading his brothers into the situation. The coming fight with them would be a trial all in itself.

Colt cupped himself through the thin cotton, then rose and pushed the garment down, letting it drop to the floor. He stood still, enjoying the fresh air wafting around him and the slowing of her breaths. Zuri had always had a fascination with his cock, every bit as much as he’d enjoyed her feminine bits. Once they’d passed the barrier of her innocence, they’d drowned in their lust, spending endless hours touching each other, finding new ways to give the other pleasure.

Her gaze slid down, halting on his erection. She licked her lips and crawled across the mattress, reached her hands out to cup his hips and draw him closer. Then she slid to the floor between him and the bed, raised her face and glided her cheek against his sex. Up one side, then down the other. She opened her mouth and licked along the same path.

His groin tightened painfully hard, balls drawing up, as she worked her magic. Cupping her head, he dug his fingers into her hair and speared his cock into her mouth.

Her gentle suction wasn’t nearly enough, was a blatant tease because she chuckled.

Colt growled deep in his throat and pulled her hair.

Her lips latched around him, sucking him deeper into her mouth, pulling harder.

He would have loved to come like that, spurting in her throat, but it had been so long since he’d had a woman, and far too long since he’d slid inside Zuri’s hot, tight pussy. No way was he going to spend himself in her mouth. Not this time.

He pulled her off him, urged her up to bend over the bed. Her arms reached wide, hands digging into the sheets for purchase.

The small of her back was curved, pushing up her ass. Whatever he wanted, she’d give him. And what he craved was the slick heat he remembered.

He cupped both cheeks, squeezing them apart, then pushing up until she rose on her toes. Her pussy glinted wetly in the moonlight, and he slapped her with his cock—once, twice—watching the way her lips clasped, eager to hold him. Another slap and her moisture glazed his cockhead. Waiting was killing them both.

Swirling his hips, he screwed into her in slow, shallow circles that had him gritting his teeth because she was so hot, so wet, he wanted nothing more than to slam his entire length into her. But he wanted this to last. Instead, he pulled free and went down on his knees behind her.

Parting her folds, he found her clit at the bottom and nuzzled into her, lips latching onto the hard little knot while he began to play with her cunt, thrusting a finger inside.

Sweet God, she was still small and tight. Everything he’d remembered but more now, because she needed him. The fact she was here, at his mercy, offered a lush temptation. Dominating her had always been one of his favorite fantasies.

Even if it was only for the night. Even if tomorrow meant he’d have to pay a huge price for this momentary weakness, he would enjoy this time.

“God, Colt that feels so good,” she groaned.

He added a finger, pointed the tips down and slowly slid into her, feeling for the spongy spot of nerves he’d learned to manipulate with other partners.

Her breath hissed and her legs and buttocks trembled.

He swirled on her sweet spot then added another finger, filling her completely with three fingers to fuck in and out of her pussy.

His cock oozed pre-come, bubbling over. His balls drew high and tight to his groin. Pulling free, he crawled onto the bed, sat with his back to the headboard, and held up his dick. “Come here, Zuri,” he said, keeping his voice firm.

She edged onto the mattress on shaking knees and crawled toward him. He turned her. Surprise was evident in her widening eyes when he moved her with firm hands until she faced away and straddled his lap, her juicy cunt poised over his tip.

“Ride me, baby. Make it good.”

“I was never much of a rider,” she said, her voice husky.

“Need a little incentive to get movin’?” he growled.

Her body tingled in all the right places as she realized he was taking control, something they’d learned in their last few months together ratcheted up the sweet tension. She glanced over her shoulder and pouted. “Hardly seems fair. You’re the one getting most of the pleasure.”

The corners of his lips climbed. “There’s plenty you’ll enjoy, but for now, be a good girl. I want your hands where I can see ’em.”

So she couldn’t touch herself? Her eyes narrowed, but she did as he said, putting her hands on the tops of her thighs, for now, while noting her body was getting way ahead of her in excitement. Her pussy clenched and the muscles of her sheath pulsed. Her thighs burned, as she waited to see what he’d insist on next.

“Slide on down, cowgirl.”

Instinctively, she reached between her legs with one hand to guide his cock into her body, but a tap on her bottom had her quickly replacing it on her thigh again.

Oh, she’d give him a ride he’d never forget. Zuri eyed him over her shoulder, drew her bottom lip between her teeth and slowly eased down the rigid pole.

His hands were hard metal bands on her hips, guiding her progress, making sure she took it slowly. There was a feral gleam in his eyes, and that added to the predatory edge of his jaw and flaring nose that turned her on like never before.

She faced forward, holding that image in her mind and gave a sexy whirl of her hips as she slowly came down his shaft again.

He tightened his hands again, digging his thumbs into her ass, and he pushed her up, which she allowed, but she bounced several times coming down, squeezing her inner muscles to constrict around him.

His breath caught, held. He gave a sharp, bitter laugh. “Damn, Zuri. Don’t even want to know how you learned to do that.”

She laughed and arched her back, giving him a show as she raised her arms above her head and began a sultry dance as she came up and down, again and again. She teased herself into near orgasm then halted, breathing deeply because she didn’t want it to be over this quickly.

However, she hadn’t really taken control at all. He roamed his callused hands up her back, down her sides, then pulled her back until she had to brace her hands on his belly while he reached around to palm her breasts. He leaned toward her and nipped the back of her shoulder, her neck, then settled to the bed again, because she was moving, unable to stop the sensual movements, forward and back, slightly up and down, circling because his thick cock touched every part of her walls and deep shivers were sliding up and down inside her.

“Colt,” she moaned.

“Tell me, baby. Tell me what you need.”

“Can’t move. I need to touch myself. So damn hard.”

“What’s hard?”

“You, Colt.” Her pussy convulsed, rippling all around him. “So damn hard. I have to come, baby, please.”

He pushed her up and off his cock. Then he turned her roughly so she sprawled across the bed, feet toward the headboard, and crawled atop her, his wet cock sliding up one thigh then nestling against her swollen lips.

He circled his hips, screwed in a couple of shallow inches, then came down over her, his chest against hers, his arms sliding under her to cradle her close.

Lord, it was too much. There was tenderness in the way he held her. And all that masculine strength, his weight pressing down, the rigid wall of muscle surrounding her. She whimpered.

Then he began to move, pumping his hips, stroking into her, so deep, but she wanted more. “More, Colt,” she whispered nearly out of her mind for want of him.

“Climb those sleek legs up,” he said, bringing first one arm then the other out from under her as she did.

She clung to his hips, but he pushed on the backs of her thighs until they rose again. Not until he had her body curled beneath him, her legs collapsed against her body so tightly she could barely breathe, did he seem satisfied.

He used his large hands to place her ankles behind his neck. He was so deep now, she nearly wept. “Move, move, move,” she chanted and reached around to dig her fingernails into his ass.

Colt’s face was hard, his eyes glittering in the deep shadows beneath his heavy brows. The tension was frightening, exhilarating.

She dug her head into the mattress and gritted her teeth as he began to stroke. Sharp, targeted digs built friction in her already scalding walls. Her labia swelled, constricting around her opening. Her pussy was on fire. She said so in a rushed, thready whisper.

“Feels so damn good, Zuri. Fuck, it’s good.”

And although the backs of her thighs burned with the stretch, she thrashed her head side-to-side while he rocked against her hips, shoving into her in powerful surges until at last, her entire body stiffened.

Zuri keened, the sound coming from her constricted lungs, choked and shrill. “Yes, yes, yes,” she shouted.

Colt pushed her legs from his shoulders, shoved his hands under her ass and curved his own body to slam her harder, his movements scooting them both down the bed.

His powerful plunging hips shredded every ounce of pride and self-preservation, and she wrapped her arms around him, sobbing, coming apart.

Scalding spurts erupted, filling her. And still he didn’t stop, his breaths coming in jagged gusts, then slowing, as his hips lost rhythm and he unloaded inside her.

He came to rest against her, his skin sliding against hers, slick with sweat. She molded his buttocks, the heavy ropes of muscle cording his back, then thrust her fingers into his hair and turned her face to meet a last, ravenous kiss.

He pulled back and rested his forehead against hers. He pushed her legs from where they were wedged between them until he fell against her breasts. “Dammit, Zuri. Why’d you go?”

Chapter Seven