Cowboy Rescue [Men for Hire 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Jane Jamison Page B

deep inside her.
    “Ooh, Mike. I can’t…”
    Her words were lost as the climax ripped into her. The sounds of him drinking her juices overwhelmed her, and she rode her body’s shudders to the end.
    He straightened up and wiped his mouth. With a wicked grin, he brought the spatula down on her leg. She squealed and jumped.
    “I didn’t tell you to come.”
    She nodded, but couldn’t speak anything but his name. “Mike.”
    Now it was his turn not to talk. He stared at her, his eyes clouded with lust and a quality that reminded her of a wild animal.
    With a groan, he tugged her close and shoved his cock into her pussy again. Amazing her, his cock seemed to get even bigger as he pounded into her. He dropped the spatula as his fingers dug into the flesh of her butt cheeks. She rocked over the tiles that were warm now with her juices.
    Once, twice, three times more, he thrust into her as the storm of another climax brewed inside her. Then, when she couldn’t hold back the whirlwind any longer, he stiffened, the body that had reminded her of granite growing as still as an unmovable stone wall.
    With a roar that echoed around her small apartment, he ground into her one last time and let his release go. Her orgasm met his, her juices mixing with his cum, as their bodies shuddered together.
    His body trembled, jerking through the last vestiges of his climax. Yanking his jeans up, he then pulled her into his arms. She clung to him as he carried her toward the hallway.
    “Which one?”
    She swept the hair out of her face and pointed to her bedroom door. He banged it open, yet, instead of taking her to her bed, he stalked to the bathroom and put her down outside the shower.
    “You’re a dirty girl.”
    She felt the blood drain from her face. Did he think she was a slut? “Mike, I never do this kind of thing. Not that I’m a virgin or anything, but…” Had she gone too far? But hadn’t she only done what he’d wanted her to?
    He reached in and flipped on the water, tested the temperature, then turned and placed his wet finger on her lips. “Take it easy, darlin’. I’m just playing around. I’m pretending we need an excuse to take a shower together. Go on. Get in.”
    She did as he tugged his shirt over his head, then kicked off his well-worn boots, shoved them to the floor, and stepped out of them.
    She’d been right. His cock was bigger than any she’d ever seen.
    He came into the shower as she backed into the spray. Taking her wrists in one of his large hands, he snaked the hand towel that was hanging over the rod around her wrists and tied her hands together. She tried to break free of the restraint, but couldn’t.
    “Easy. You’re safe with me.”
    He took the washcloth that rested on the shower seat then poured a dab of the shower gel onto the rag. Rubbing the cloth to produce soapsuds, he pressed it to her chest and began washing her. He moved in slow, sensual circles, first cleaning her shoulders then moving his hand down to ease around her breasts. He soaped her nipples one by one, watching as the spray slid his handiwork down over her the tips to drip to the tile below.
    “You’re beautiful.”
    “And you’re hot as hell.” She bit her lower lip. “Did I say that out loud?”
    He laughed and nuzzled her neck. “You sure did. And, babe, you don’t ever have to hold back. You can say anything you want. Feel free to be yourself. Your real self.”
    She did. She was tied up in the shower with a man she barely knew, but at that moment, she felt freer than at any time in her life. Free, liberated, and…safe.
    “You’re incredible.” He scanned her as though taking her in again. “You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.”
    Jerking on the towel, she easily slid out of its hold. She took him by the arms, drawing his attention away from her breasts even as her movement pushed her breasts together. “You don’t have to say anything like that. I know this is just a one-time thing, and it’s