comfortable holding his little wildcat. He kept his eyes closed, enjoying the feel of her in his arms, filling his lungs with her perfume of vanilla musk and the scents of their mingled sex.
Catie stirred next to him, her hip rubbing against his hard-as-iron cock. “Better watch it,” he murmured, his voice thick with sleep. “Or I might just have to wake you properly.”
“Oh, yeah?” Her tone was light and teasing as she caressed his forearm.
But then he heard a familiar metal click at the same moment cool metal clamped around his wrist.
His eyes shot open and he yanked his arm, only to have metal dig into his flesh. He was handcuffed to the bedrail.
Catie giggled, rolling away from him and off the bed before he had the chance to grab her with his free hand. She dragged the comforter along with her so that he was completely naked, then dropped it to the floor as she said, “I told you that you’d pay.”
“You sure did.” Jarrod couldn’t help but grin at the sight of her eyes glinting with laughter. But his smile faded as his gaze traveled down her length, from her tousled hair to her pert nipples, on past her flat stomach to her beautiful shaved mound.
His cock was so hard he was afraid he’d come right on the bed. “Over here. Now.”
Her grin widened. “Don’t you know? Paybacks are a bitch, sugar.”
Letting her gaze linger on his cock, she licked her lips. Something told Jarrod he just might enjoy her version of paybacks. But then again, when it came to Catie Wilds, nothing was a certainty. And nothing was easy.
“I have to teach you a lesson.” She walked around the bed, studying him like a buyer examining a bull at an auction. “Now I could just leave you locked up—take your truck and go on home.”
Jarrod frowned. “Uh, honey—”
“Hold on, I’m thinking here.” Catie held up her hand, a look of serious consideration on her face. “Or I could force you to have wild sex with me.”
“That’d be a hardship.” Jarrod’s cock jumped against his belly, and he held back a grin. “But I think I could manage.”
“Hmmm.” She strolled closer to his side of the bed, but kept her enticing body out of reach. “Of course, I could always get my revenge in another way.”
A rumble of sheer lust rose up in his throat, and he bit the inside of his cheek so hard he tasted blood.
“Do you want to touch me, Jarrod?” Slowly, deliberately, she ran her tongue along her lower lip while she cupped her breasts in her palms, her chocolate eyes focused on him.
“Yeah.” His voice was hoarse and he swallowed, hard, then swallowed again as she pulled at her pert nipples. Nipples he wanted to suck and lick and nip at with his teeth.
A sensual smile teased the corner of her mouth as she let one of her hands drift down her flat belly to her silken mound. “Would you like to see me touch myself?”
“Catie…” Jarrod groaned and pulled against the restraint, wondering if he could bust the rail, snatch her before she knew he was loose, and fuck her ten ways ‘til Sunday. His cock was so hard it practically pointed toward the ceiling.
“How about if I make myself come while you watch?” She widened her stance and slipped her fingers into her pussy. Her lips parted and her eyelids fluttered as she stroked her clit with one hand while tweaking her nipple with her other. “I like how you fuck me, Jarrod.” Again she licked her lips, this time her gaze focused on his cock. “Would you like to fuck me now?”
“Hell, yes.” The cuff rattled against the rail as he strained against it.
“What if I sit on your face?” Catie seemed lost in the sensations of taunting him while stroking herself pussy. “Would you like that?”
He clenched his fist and practically growled at her. “Why don’t I show you?”
She turned her back to him and bent over, her legs parted so that he could clearly see her beautiful shaved pussy, and her fingers teasing her clit. Looking over her shoulder, she
Catie stirred next to him, her hip rubbing against his hard-as-iron cock. “Better watch it,” he murmured, his voice thick with sleep. “Or I might just have to wake you properly.”
“Oh, yeah?” Her tone was light and teasing as she caressed his forearm.
But then he heard a familiar metal click at the same moment cool metal clamped around his wrist.
His eyes shot open and he yanked his arm, only to have metal dig into his flesh. He was handcuffed to the bedrail.
Catie giggled, rolling away from him and off the bed before he had the chance to grab her with his free hand. She dragged the comforter along with her so that he was completely naked, then dropped it to the floor as she said, “I told you that you’d pay.”
“You sure did.” Jarrod couldn’t help but grin at the sight of her eyes glinting with laughter. But his smile faded as his gaze traveled down her length, from her tousled hair to her pert nipples, on past her flat stomach to her beautiful shaved mound.
His cock was so hard he was afraid he’d come right on the bed. “Over here. Now.”
Her grin widened. “Don’t you know? Paybacks are a bitch, sugar.”
Letting her gaze linger on his cock, she licked her lips. Something told Jarrod he just might enjoy her version of paybacks. But then again, when it came to Catie Wilds, nothing was a certainty. And nothing was easy.
“I have to teach you a lesson.” She walked around the bed, studying him like a buyer examining a bull at an auction. “Now I could just leave you locked up—take your truck and go on home.”
Jarrod frowned. “Uh, honey—”
“Hold on, I’m thinking here.” Catie held up her hand, a look of serious consideration on her face. “Or I could force you to have wild sex with me.”
“That’d be a hardship.” Jarrod’s cock jumped against his belly, and he held back a grin. “But I think I could manage.”
“Hmmm.” She strolled closer to his side of the bed, but kept her enticing body out of reach. “Of course, I could always get my revenge in another way.”
A rumble of sheer lust rose up in his throat, and he bit the inside of his cheek so hard he tasted blood.
“Do you want to touch me, Jarrod?” Slowly, deliberately, she ran her tongue along her lower lip while she cupped her breasts in her palms, her chocolate eyes focused on him.
“Yeah.” His voice was hoarse and he swallowed, hard, then swallowed again as she pulled at her pert nipples. Nipples he wanted to suck and lick and nip at with his teeth.
A sensual smile teased the corner of her mouth as she let one of her hands drift down her flat belly to her silken mound. “Would you like to see me touch myself?”
“Catie…” Jarrod groaned and pulled against the restraint, wondering if he could bust the rail, snatch her before she knew he was loose, and fuck her ten ways ‘til Sunday. His cock was so hard it practically pointed toward the ceiling.
“How about if I make myself come while you watch?” She widened her stance and slipped her fingers into her pussy. Her lips parted and her eyelids fluttered as she stroked her clit with one hand while tweaking her nipple with her other. “I like how you fuck me, Jarrod.” Again she licked her lips, this time her gaze focused on his cock. “Would you like to fuck me now?”
“Hell, yes.” The cuff rattled against the rail as he strained against it.
“What if I sit on your face?” Catie seemed lost in the sensations of taunting him while stroking herself pussy. “Would you like that?”
He clenched his fist and practically growled at her. “Why don’t I show you?”
She turned her back to him and bent over, her legs parted so that he could clearly see her beautiful shaved pussy, and her fingers teasing her clit. Looking over her shoulder, she
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