Rain Falls by Harley McRide Page A

was step up. When Rain tried to step backwards, she ran into Knight. Charro’s lips crashed down on hers, his hand winding in her hair to keep her tight against his lips. When he’d kissed her hard enough she quit trying to push away, Knight flipped her around and took his place. Once he’d pulled away, she was swaying and out of it. “Come on,” Knight said, grabbing her hand. Charro grabbed her purse, and nodded at Shady. This was them making their claim on her so everyone would know that she was theirs and theirs only.
    They led her out of the bar and into the truck, getting her seated in the front seat between them. When her attitude came back, there was nowhere for her to go. “What the hell was that all about?” she tossed sass at them.
    “Two,” Charro said from behind the wheel.
    “Two?” she parroted.
    “Swats to that ass with my belt,” he threatened with eyes still on the road.
    “What? That’s fuckin’ ridiculous.” She jerked her shoulders back, readying to fight. They were fucking insane if they thought they were going to order her around and then spank her like a child. She’d beat the living shit out of them.
    “Five. Keep running that mouth,” Knight warned.
    “I’m gonna bloody your fuckin’ mouth if you don’t stop.” Yeah, alcohol probably wasn’t the best additive in this little anger management issue.
    “Ten,” Charro said, upping the count, which upped her attitude.
    “Fucking ridiculous.” By the time they stopped at Slinging Ink, Charro and Knight had agreed on fifteen. If they thought for a second that would ever happen, they were more stupid than they looked. Not that they didn’t look sexy as hell despite her urges to slit both their throats. It didn’t matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t ignore that.
    Knight grabbed her arms and pulled her over with her head in his lap and Charro twisted her body until her ass stuck up in the air, facing him. “Warned you,” he growled, low and husky. He reached under her and unfastened her jeans while pinning her down. Charro slid them over her hips to stop just above her knees and before she could focus on what the hell they were doing, Charro’s hand came down on her ass in a sharp sting.
    “Fuck!” she yelled. The sting had her jumping, but Knight held her down tight. By the third whack, the heat seeped to her clit and sent a spasm through her pussy. The hotter it got, the closer she got. Her yells became moans, making both guys grunt in satisfaction. She felt a trickle of cream slide down her leg and Charro’s finger slipped between her slick folds.
    “She’s fucking dripping, man. Such a tight little cunt.” He prodded her opening, not giving her what she needed. When he pushed on her clit and made circles, she felt it building up. She was going to come all over his hand and then he fucking stopped. Her pants were righted and she was helped into the room before her brain caught up with what had just happened. Her bed wasn’t five feet away. She wanted nothing more than to strip off her clothes, fall on her back, spread her legs, and beg for them to fuck her over and over but that wasn’t gonna happen. They’d tried to show they had the power. Well, that power was going to be shoved up their ass.

Chapter Seven

     
    Charro stalked toward her, his eyes locked to hers in a way she couldn’t look away. She knew what he was doing but wasn’t about to fall prey no matter how fucking hot he looked. Oh no. That badass attitude and so sexy bare chest… Those abs… The way his tattoos appeared to be etched in his skin… Those dark, intense eyes… Fuck! Rain shook her head and took a couple steps backwards, determined to get the hell out of there. He thought he was all that, and even though he was, the bastard needed to learn he couldn’t just demand shit and expect her to jump and run. She jumped for no man, and didn’t run. Ever. If she was running, you had better follow because that meant something was