Diamonds and Spurs [The Callens 9] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Melody Snow Monroe Page A

glanced around. Other than the car they’d driven here in, nothing existed for miles, or so it seemed.
    “How about if we do less talking and more doing?”
    He leaned his head back and laughed. “I could really get into you.”
    “What’s stopping you?” She never was this bold, but like Vince Callen, Cameron Longworth had already gotten under her skin.
    He stepped over to the rail and toed off his boots, undid his belt buckle, and dragged his pants down. Through his briefs, his cock appeared way too big.
    She shook her head. “Maybe I should reconsider.”
    He lifted her chin with his knuckle. “Don’t worry, he’ll fit. I’ll make sure you’re slicker than mud after a rainstorm.”
    “That’s nasty.”
    He grinned and shrugged. “I leave my rhetoric for the courtroom.” Once he stepped out of his pants, he stretched them on the ground. “How about letting me see some skin? You can step on the material so you don’t cut your feet.” He held up a hand. “Wait. Let me do the honors.”
    He squatted, slipped a hand in the back pocket of his pants, and pulled out a wallet. He extracted a condom.
    “You always come prepared?”
    With his tanned skin, she wasn’t sure, but it appeared as if his cheeks colored.
    “Cowboys don’t tell. Now how about keeping quiet so I can savor every luscious inch of your body?”
    Works for me .

Chapter Six
     
    Cam dropped to his knees, placed his face on her bare stomach, and hugged her close. His facial bristles tickled. She sucked in her belly and dragged her hands over his head. The thickness of the neatly cut strands surprised and delighted her. She’d always equated quantity of hair to masculinity.
    He inhaled. “You smell good.”
    She was at the end of her expensive body cream. Perhaps she’d have to make an exception and order more. His tongue probed her belly button, and she would have stepped back if hadn’t been holding her so tight.
    “Easy there. Just loving on you.”
    Her pants bunched below the knees, so moving wasn’t much of an option anyway. His teeth grabbed the top of her panties and tugged. The elastic slid partway down and stopped when he let go.
    “What do we have here?” He glanced up but returned his gaze to the top of her bare pussy.
    “I hate hair to pull when I’m riding.”
    He nodded. “Me, too.” With both hands, he lowered her panties. “We need to get you out of these so I can begin my feast.”
    His words incited a carnal rush deep inside her she’d long thought dormant. Cam stood, picked her up, and set her on the fence. The uneven wood dug into her ass, but she didn’t complain.
    “Hold onto my shoulders while I take off your boots.”
    Were all men in Wyoming this considerate?
    With one tug each, he removed her footwear, but left on her socks. If he didn’t mind, she didn’t, either. He then removed her pants and placed them next to her.
    “Now for the good part.”
    She lifted her breasts with both hands. “Seriously?”
    “Angel, I was teasing. Trust me, I will be exploring those beauties soon enough.”
    He closed his eyes and inhaled as if he was willing his cock to remain in control. The head of his dick had snaked out of his briefs and pre-cum shimmered in the slit. His words didn’t matter. Actions did.
    Her panties remained half on.
    “Did you forget something?” She thumbed open her panties.
    “We’re in no rush, are we?”
    “No. If that’s the case, do you mind if I finish undressing you?”
    Cam lifted her off the rail and positioned her on the jeans he’d spread on the ground. He placed his hands behind his head, closed his eyes, and tilted his face to the sun. “Go for it.”
    “No moving, okay?” She tugged up her panties for more comfort.
    The chance to explore him first would be divine. She’d been about to compare him to Craig but stopped. Her ex-husband would lose out every time.
    She dropped to her knees and pulled down his briefs a few inches. A magnificent cock popped out. “Oh,