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  Tyce leaned up, straining his bound hands, his neck, his tongue just licking her hardened tip. She cupped her left breast and guided it closer to his mouth. His lips closed over her sensitive tip.

  In a voice stripped to a husk of heated want, Regina said, “Baby, the only saddle horn I want, I got, and it’s right where I want it. Nice and hard between my thighs...feels so good. Don’t you think so, baby?”

  She reached up and tweaked her other nipple, all the while listening for the catch in Tyce’s breathing. She’d been at this dance for a while...bringing them both to the edge, then backing off, before building it up again. Like a true bull rider, Tyce hung on for the ride. His hair was damp and stringy, his eyes dark and fierce...and she loved it when it was good for him and he bared his teeth and growled at her.

  “You want something, cowboy?” She slammed down onto his cock, driving him deeper inside her. She lifted up before he could thrust faster into her. Slow. That was how she wanted it. No rush. While he’d been in her heart a long time, it’d taken years to succeed in landing him in her bed. She wouldn’t speed through this.

  “I’m sure it isn’t these chaps.” She reached the snap around her waist and fingered it.

  Tyce bucked his hips as hard as he could, just like he did every time she suggested removing the orange leather. She used her velvety insides to milk him, rocking back and forth, riding him until he relaxed from the hard plunge and sank back onto the crisp white sheets.

  He released her nipple with his cheeks flushed, his forehead wrinkled in concentration and sweet torment.

  “Leave ’em on,” he ground out, fire blazing in his eyes as he licked his lips.

  She’d gotten the same response when she’d tried to take the rhinestone-encrusted bra off as well, thus it was dangling off her shoulders like a vest as her breasts bounced and swayed to the rhythm of their lovemaking.

  Regina felt Tyce bring his knees up, placing his feet flat on the bed. The movement shifted her forward on his rod and braced her back against the thighs that had been trapped beneath her. The angle was such that his big dick went from just kissing her womb to caressing the soft tissue of her g-spot. Rubbing that place that sent shivers down her spine and had her crimping her toes in lush waves of desire.

  Unable to hold back, she leaned all the way forward and fed the tips of her breasts to him one by one. The low moo of a cow seemed to sync with Regina’s low moan. The sound of the cattle struck Regina as awful funny. Two weeks ago, she never would have imagined herself dressed in a beadazzled-to-death costume and rolling around in the hay with her teenage crush. When she was a girl she dreamed of them in the barn. They'd made sweet, passionate, perfect love in her dreams. She'd never dreamed about how the hay would scratch her skin or the animals would whinny and nay. But that didn't make this moment any less glorious. It made it fun. She laughed, but it died in her throat as Tyce seemed to do something magic with his tongue on her nipples.

  She allowed her eyes to roll back in her head and close. The sensations were just too much, and she collapsed into Tyce’s chest.

  Regina’s mini-gasm was just the thing Tyce needed. He’d lain as still as he could for long enough, pretending to be completely at her mercy. Oh, her knots were tied perfectly, but he’d been able to work the ropes up and over the wrought iron stake minutes ago. Though his hands were still bound together, the moment she collapsed onto him he was able to wrap her in his embrace.

  As soon as she felt his arms come around her, she tensed. And the motion did wonders for his dick. She squeezed him so good...so very, very good, he had to hold his breath and think of all manner of non- sexual things to keep from losing it. She shimmied and shook a little bit, but other than giving him part of the best ride of his life, it did little to get Tyce to release her.

  “As enticing as that feels, sugar, every pun intended, you’ve run your course. I let you play, and now it’s time to let me do what I do best.”

  Tyce let his voice rumble over her skin and watched as the creamy chocolate flesh pinked with a yummy-looking love flush, breaking out into goose flesh despite the triple digit heat wave.

  But she refused to just lie there. Her liquid warmth coated his phallus, and he stiffened to the point that he ached. Her smooth, silky skin felt good in his hands. She had been made for his arms, for his body, and for his life. He’d known that since he’d seen her running through the rodeo grounds toward him. She’d jumped and landed in her father’s arms that first day, but now she was in his, and in twenty-four hours time he’d be legally, and spiritually, the only man whose arms she’d run to. But right now all he wanted her to do in his arms was come apart.

  Turning his big body, he inched his way to the edge of the big memory-foam-covered hay bed. Not for the first time, he thanked the Lord for the Egyptian sheets. He wasn’t fond of the idea of hay rash or twigs poking in sensitive places. Once his legs were over the edge, he kept moving until his feet were flat on the floor of the loft. Then farther still, until only his upper back and shoulder were braced against their makeshift love nest. It was in that moment that they heard it.

  “Shh, baby. Listen, Leticia is down there with the baker.”

  “And over here is where we’re going to set up the gift table...and Tyce wants to have the band play over there, with this space here near the doors for a dance floor.”

  Tyce was struggling to stay still. Regina was doing her damnedest to make him say uncle. She wiggled and tweaked and worked every muscle in her smooth honey pot until he thought he was about to pass out. His little buckaroo was not unaffected. The movement was driving her just as crazy as it was him, and soon she was making little mewling noises.

  “You know, Letty, it smells like sex in here,” T’Zara joked.

  Tyce groaned inwardly and tossed his head back in prayer. “Please don’t look up.”

  The movement only offered the view of his neck to Regina. She used it as her playground. She feathered her tongue over his skin and sucked on his Adam’s apple. Who knew that a guy’s larynx was connected by nerves directly to his dick? The soft suction she applied resonated directly to the head of his dick, making it jump. Her lips drifted over the stubble of new growth where she stopped and savored the taste of his skin. Tyce’s whole body seemed to vibrate.

  “Shush,” Regina whispered softly as she continued to suck both his throat with her mouth and his dick with her quim. Tyce let her play. The more she concentrated on driving him insane, the more he could concentrate on freeing his still linked hands.

  “Of course it smells like sex. Jeremy and I slipped out here earlier for some private time. Hell, if Regina knew we were snogging, this would be my wedding and not hers, but don’t worry—when the men come in and clean up and bring the fresh hay down from the loft, you won’t be able to smell a thing,” Letty explained.

  Tyce felt Regina chuckle when she heard Letty lamenting about having sex in the barn. Her body’s natural convulsions both drove him closer to the edge and let him hide the fact that he’d finally freed his hands. He flexed his fingers a few times to speed up the circulation of blood, but kept his arms pressed closely to Regina’s sides.

  “Well, unless we catch a quickie in the loft before the ceremony—” Letty’s voice floated up to him. He wondered if she was just talking or if she was letting them know she knew they were there.

  Tyce wanted to roar with both frustration and laughter. He wanted the ladies to hurry on with their little tour. And he was definitely going to make sure that THIS HAY was not the hay used to decorate the barn for the reception. Thankfully T’Zara led Letty from the barn with questions about how they planned to display the cake she was in the process of decorating.

  Tyce was relieved when he heard footsteps on the gravel leading away from the barn. He let out a deep breath just to suck it in again when he felt Regina’s teeth latch on to the fleshy part of his shoulder, right where it met the flare of his neck.

  He did roar then, with his head back and his te
eth glinting in the sun. He took one of Regina’s leather-clad calves in each of his hands and guided her feet until they were flat on the ground. The shift in position left her bent from the waist and knees as if she were sitting in a chair. Grasping her knees, he splayed them so far apart that she had to put her hands on his shoulders for balance. And it was exactly where he wanted her.

  “I know you know the rule, baby,” he said as he began to work his body beneath her, scooting back on the hay so he was supported up to his mid back.

  “You fuck with the bull—” He extended his stroke, pulling nearly out of her.

  He growled as he rammed his entire length home with enough force to lift her feet off the ground, forcing her to straighten herself over him so that she was standing more than sitting. With his back nearly parallel to the ground Tyce thrust again. “—you get the horn.”

  Tyce reveled in the passionate shriek that escaped from Regina. Over and over he relaxed his abs, drawing his body down and away from her, then lifting up and slamming home. The slow, deep strokes were punctuated by both of their grunts. The effort to lift himself repeatedly caused a delicious strain in his quads. Tyce could feel Regina’s thighs trembling. The trembling along with her heavy breathing; the joy of lying under Regina as her climax built…all of it added up, and he knew this was how he wanted to spend every night. Slow. Bucking. Reaching up, he grabbed her hips and thrust one final time. The motion pushed them both over the edge and into a nirvana where neither of them worried about hay in precarious places.

  Epilogue

  Twenty-four hours later

  Tyce and Regina stood next to the most marvelous wedding cake on earth. It was so beautiful neither of them thought they could lift the knife to cut into it. Shaped like a traditional wedding cake, the tiers rose higher and graduated into smaller off-centered squares until they reached the top layer, where a couple of marzipan rodeo clowns danced in front of a bucking bull.

  To the crowd, they looked like the loving couple as Tyce leaned over and placed a gentle kiss in Regina’s hair. She turned into his arms and kissed his chin before lovingly wiping away her lipstick. A moment later they cut into the delicious chocolate crème-de-mint cake.

  Passing a mischievous smile to each other, they raised their forks as if to feed each other before spinning and shoving plates full of the decadent confection into the maid of honor’s and best man’s faces.

  Letty and Jeremy stood together wiping cake and icing from each other’s faces. Both blushed furiously when Regina shouted they should lick it off each other and Tyce suggested they make use of the hay loft.

  T’Zara paused in her duties of serving cake to add that it wouldn’t be the first time the duo made use of the loft that day.

  “What?” Tyce laughed.

  “The whole ranch heard you two hoopin’ and hollerin’ out here,” T’Zara said before being led away from the cake table by her own handsome husband.

  “The way I heard it,” Jason whispered to his wife, “this barn is pretty darn popular. Maybe we should try the loft.” He nuzzled T’Zara’s neck.

  “Stay out of my hay,” Regina whispered as she and Tyce paused to hug their friends. “Or you’ll be wearing some of that delicious cake your wife made me.”

  The newlyweds laughed along with all of the guests as the two stunned attendants stood stock still with cake and frosting dripping off their faces. The reception party continued in full swing for hours, and Tyce begrudgingly shared his bride with their extended family and friends. They danced and laughed until at last Regina, still glowing and happy even though her smile and her eyes were starting to droop, indicated that she was ready to go. She smiled into her husband’s face before whispering in his ear.

  Tyce didn’t even pretend to care about the party or the guests. Clearing his throat, he made a quick thank you and toasted his bride before throwing her over his shoulder to a raucous round of applause and saying, “You ain’t gotta go home, hell you can even stay here, just don’t set anything on fire.”

  “Or fuck with the bull!” Regina added as Tyce spun around and carried her out of the barn and into their future.

  DREA

  Drea Riley

  Dréa Riley can always be found one of two favorite places; the kitchen or the computer. A relaxing time for her would be concocting a delicious dish while connecting with her coterie online. Whenever something off the wall happens, Dréa will most likely be found in the middle of it, trying to look innocent and usually failing. With a heart bigger than the Grand Canyon and a mouth more lethal than an injection, this diva might save the world and cuss it out at the same time. This steak-loving sister always finds a way to juggle work, reading, and sleep. She channels the support from her family, friends, and fans into her sitcom lifestyle and stories.

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  Table of Contents

  Title page

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Epilogue