“Channing? Darlin’?”
Her head snapped up at the sliver of pain in Colby’s voice. “Oh crap.
Sorry. I’m probably hurting you.”
“No. Look at me.”
She pushed her hair out of her face and angled her upper body back, keeping him fully seated inside her. The man was still hard.
Something indefinable lurked in Colby’s intense gaze. “Did that fulfill your wildest fantasies, shug? Being with two guys?”
She couldn’t speak, she merely nodded.
“Good. Because it ain’t ever gonna happen again.” His free hand knotted in her hair and he brought her face in line with his. His blue eyes flashed heat. “You’re mine. And the thing you need to learn about me is that I don’t share what’s mine.”
“Colby—”
“Your little sexual adventure is done. You understand me? Anything you need in bed you’ll get from me. I’ll give it to you any way you want, whenever you want it, but I’ll be the only one f**king you, is that clear?”
She stared at him.
Colby sat up abruptly and jerked her legs around until her ankles were crossed at the small of his back. Plastered belly to belly and chest to chest wasn’t enough for him. His left hand circled her nape and he brought them nose to nose, so their lips were only a breath apart. He pumped his hips, driving his c**k hard and high.
“Stop. You’re hurt—”
“If I’m gonna hurt, it’s gonna be from f**king you until neither of us can walk. If I’m gonna pass out, it’s gonna be from comin’ so goddamn hard the top of my goddamn head blew off. If it takes all night, darlin’, I’m gonna prove that you’ve moved into the number one spot of being the single thing in my life that has the power to hurt me the most.”
Tears sparked her eyes and she surrendered to his need, allowing this tough but tender man to demonstrate it in the only way he knew how—with his body.
He ate at her mouth with hungry kisses. He licked her neck. Marking her skin everywhere with wet sucking kisses. Marking her with his teeth.
Marking her with the scrape of his beard on her sensitive flesh. Marking her with his scent.
It was a prolonged, raw mating. Heated. Elemental. Powerful. During her first orgasm she clutched his hair and rode it out. During the second orgasm she dug her nails into his flexing ass cheeks and shuddered against his heaving chest. During the third climax she scratched his back hard enough to draw blood as she ground her pelvis to his.
Drenched in sweat, breathless, it wasn’t enough. For either of them.
After Colby had come again, he withdrew his still hard c**k from her swollen pu**y. He pressed his mouth to her throat. “Take the condom off.”
Once Channing had removed it, he used his powerful thighs to change the angle of her hips.
“I want your ass, Channing. I want to look in your eyes as I’m f**king you there. I want to suck your tits as you come. As you feel me coming and those tight muscles milking every hot burst. And if that’s not enough for you. I’ll do it again.” He panted against her neck, sending shivers through her. “I’ll f**k this sweet ass with my c**k as my fingers f**k your pu**y. I’ll keep at it until you know I’m the only man you’ll ever need.”
His words, his resolve stole her reason. “Colby, please. Enough. I know—”
“No, you don’t. God. You don’t have a clue what I need from you.
What I can give you. But I’ve got a mind to show you.”
As she tipped his face toward hers and stared into his eyes, she saw pain. Emotional pain. Real physical pain. This…possession was taking its toll on him. Channing lifted up, and guided his c**k to her rear entrance. Slowly she sank down on him, reveling in how she could change his pain and his fit of temper into bliss.
And it was bliss, an unhurried surrender as she gave him every part of her body. As he climaxed, she followed right behind him, lost in the cosseted way he made her feel. Almost like love.
Colby was wrung out and crashed with utter exhaustion. Channing studied the multitude of old white scars covering most every section of his body, wanting to heal those old wounds, touching him without restriction as she watched him sleep.
But sleep was a long time in coming for her.
Chapter Sixteen
Colby wasn’t particularly surprised when he woke alone the next morning. He’d been hard on Channing. More demanding, more needy, more domineering than he’d ever been with any woman.
More of a total ass**le, too.
Talk about trying to f**k her into submission.
He sighed and tried to move. He winced and groaned at the lingering body aches. From his tumble off the bulls and broncs. Oh, and his tumble straight into love with Channing Kinkaid.
Damn. He had not handled that well. He needed to clean up and come clean with her before they both did something stupid and ran away from yet another set of problems. Namely how they felt so strongly about each other in such a short time. He rolled to his side and pain shot up his arm.
“Jesus f**king Christ.”
“Ah. It lives. You need help getting down?” Edgard said from the bottom of the ladder.
Colby froze. He’d thought he was alone. Actually, he’d hoped Channing was sitting at the table, enjoying her morning coffee. Waiting for him to grovel. “Nah. I wouldn’t mind if you’d toss me a bottle of aspirin and a bottle of water.”
“No problem.”
The little fridge snicked open and shut. Edgard’s head popped up and the pain pills rattled in the plastic as they landed on the sleeping bag.
“Thanks, man,” Colby said as he reached for the proffered water bottle. “I feel like shit.”
“You still gonna ride today?”
“Hell yes.”
“I thought so. Trevor’s out exercising King. You’d better get moving.
It’s nearly eight.”
Last call for check-in time was nine. It’d probably take him at least that long to work the kinks out of his aching body, and get a fresh coat of ointment slathered on his aches and pains and wrap up his ribcage in bandages. “Is there any hot water left to shower?”
“Should be. No one else has used it this morning.”
Colby flopped back down, a bad feeling churning in his gut.
Edgard sighed. “How long’s it gonna take before you ask where she is, McKay?”
“Fine. Where is she?”
“She gathered her stuff early this morning and headed to Gemma’s.”