Her Cowboy's Way Page 9

  Spurred into action, Brandi went about enjoying the ride of her life. She lifted and pistoned down hard. She squeezed him, held him with fierce control. She circled her hips and drove them both wild. She couldn’t stay still. Neither could he. In seconds, she was breathing hard, sweating, moaning, working him until she arched backward and cried out, “Yeeee-haaa!”

  Even as she relished the wild moment, his hands gripped her hips. He forced her up and down a few more times until he shot inside her, crying out, “Brandi! Oh, damn, Brandi!” It seemed like he kept on shooting inside her forever. They weren’t taking precautions anymore, though she still wasn’t real sure she was ready to have a baby. More time alone with him would be great. But if she became pregnant, she would deal with it.

  She sat up and grinned down at him. “You okay, cowboy? You look a bit tuckered out.”

  His chest was still moving hard as he tried to catch his breath. He reached up to lightly pinch a nipple. “Quite a ride, cowgirl.”

  Now that her body was satisfied, excitement about being in Las Vegas fired through her once more. She shifted off him, scooted off the bed, and dashed into the bathroom. As she cleaned up and sped back into the room, she tossed him a washrag for his own cleanup.

  “I’m going to take a quick shower and then go down and hit the penny slots.”

  Colby had barely caught his second wind, still surprised by what had happened. It had been a while since his hot little wife had gotten aggressive like that. He sure as hell liked it when she did. But he was still worn out from the last few days of getting ready for this trip. Now that she’d drained him—pleasantly drained him—he wanted nothing more than another few hours’ sleep. But he worried about her going downstairs alone. She had that crazy gleam in her eye. Even playing the penny slots she could lose a lot of money. He wanted her to have fun, but he wanted her to take it slow.

  He flicked on the lamp on the nightstand. “You need to come back to bed. It’s still too early.”

  “I want to go down to the casino,” she protested. “I’ve been waiting hours now. I don’t want to wait any longer. Besides, casinos never close.”

  He knew that was true, but he’d rather she waited to go down there with him. “You’ve got all weekend to play the slots, to see things, and to shop.” Plus she looked damn hot standing there all naked and flushed from their lovemaking. He’d like her back in bed, tucked up nice and close. If she’d give him a bit longer, he might even find the energy to….

  She huffed in annoyance and stopped his train of thought. “Don’t even go there. You need more rest,” she gave him a sassy grin. “Considering what I have in mind for later.”

  “Later?” Hell, he liked the sound of that. Particularly the unspoken promise of something that might try his sexual stamina. “I’m all for some hot and nasty later.”

  She rolled her eyes, giggled. “Hot and nasty? Aren’t you the naughty one, cowboy?”

  He grinned and patted the bed next to him. “Come back here and let me show you just how naughty this old cowboy can be.” He winked. “We can still do whatever you have in mind later.”

  “Focus on the later and get a whole lot more rest. You’ll need it.” She walked into the bathroom. “I’ve got what’s left of today and tomorrow until five o’clock, when we fly back,” she said through the open door. “I can sleep on the plane home.”

  Truth was he would probably make a bad showing right now if he attempted another round of sex. Still, there was something about her eagerness to hit the slots that worried him. “Maybe I should warm your sweet butt.” He shifted to sit on the side of the bed. “Kind of a warning thing. A preventive spanking to remind you to be on your best behavior.”

  She glanced in annoyance at him from the doorway. “I’ve been warned and I’ve promised to watch how much I gamble. I will.”

  He lay back down, hoping he wasn’t making a bad decision. Maybe he should tough it up and go down to the casino with her. He couldn’t do that, though. They were still working on the whole trust issue, had been since she’d lied to him about something her friend Sarah had done. “Okay, no spanking, and, sweetheart, I’m trusting you.”

  “I won’t let you down.”

  Before she turned away, she gave him one of those sexy little looks she gave him every once in a while. There was something on his wife’s mind. Something naughty maybe. Something he just might like. Time would tell. For now, he needed more sleep or he’d never survive his time in Vegas with her.

  ***

  Brandi had wandered around most of the 80,000 square foot casino in the Stratosphere, finally finding the spot in which she wanted to settle. Sitting down on the chair in front of the Texas Tea slot machine, she dug a twenty-dollar bill out of her small purse and fed the machine. This was one of her favorites. She sat there betting the maximum over and over waiting for her chance to play the bonus round and choose derricks to release oil and points. So close, so many times. But she never reached the magical moment of making the big win.

  She reached into her purse for another twenty, and then discovered she’d already gone through a hundred dollars on this one machine. Her stomach knotted when she glanced at her watch. Not quite an hour and she’d already wasted a hundred dollars. Colby would not be happy with her. Still, he hadn’t come downstairs to find her yet. She had time to kill before any of the shops opened.

  Planning to find an ATM, she stood and stretched side-to-side. She’d been sitting in one place too long.

  Another hour later she’d lost another hundred and fifty dollars on the Wizard of Oz machine she hadn’t ever played before and found fascinating. The ATM was calling her again. She had been pulling money out of a small account of her own, which was fast dwindling now. So the money she’d been losing wouldn’t affect him, but she did feel a bit guilty for not planning to tell him about the losses.

  She’d just started to head back to the nearest ATM when Colby found her and stopped in front of her. “How much have you lost?”

  “Maybe I won,” she protested, avoiding meeting his eyes.

  He tipped up her chin so she had to look at him. “How much?”

  Her face burned. “A hundred dollars.”

  “Brandi Lynn,” he said her name in a way that told her he didn’t believe her and wanted the truth.

  She jerked her chin free and stuck it out in defense. “Okay, two hundred and fifty dollars. But it’s from the little account of my own.”

  His big right hand clenched and unclenched, as did her buttocks. His expression warned her if they weren’t standing in the middle of the casino with a number of people around them that hand would have been connecting with her bottom.

  Instead he took hold of her arm and began leading her through the casino. She dug in her heels. “I don’t want to go back to the room.” She hissed at him.

  His jaw was tight, but he said, “We’re headed outside. We’ll catch a cab and go to the other end of the strip.”

  She sighed in relief and let him continue leading her from the casino. “New York, New York. Can we go there first? Maybe we can find a breakfast buffet there. I’m starving.”

  As they stepped through the doors facing the Strip, his hand settled onto her lower back, and then shifted lower until it cupped her bottom. “You better calm down. And you need to slow down on playing the slots. Or else this hand is going to ruin your day.”

  She reached back to shove his hand away. “Calming down. You don’t have to think about ruining anyone’s day.” She didn’t want to think about it. No, she wanted a spanking later, but not a punishment one. No, no, no.

  He blew out a breath. “I don’t want to end the day that way either.” He gave her a crooked grin. “Maybe you’d be up for another cowgirl ride. Or….”

  If she thought about it much longer, she’d grab his arm and drag him up to their room right now. But she wasn’t about to miss out on her day in Las Vegas. She headed toward the waiting cabs. “This cowgirl has a lot more planned for her cowb
oy. You just think about that for a while.”

  ***

  By late afternoon Colby was dead on his feet. They’d gone to the opposite end of the Strip and slowly walked their way back toward the Stratosphere. They must have hit every fancy mall, gone into almost every shop along the way. He’d been patient and let his wife try on outfit after outfit, even bought her a sexy little black dress. ‘Course his whole plan with the dress was to have her put it on in private, and then he’d take his time stripping it off her. He was thinking about that right now instead of focusing on how sore his feet were in the boots he’d worn. Huge mistake. But boots were pretty much all he owned.

  Brandi, the woman of endless energy, all but skipped down the sidewalk at his side. She stopped to smile up at him. “Thank you so much for the dress.” She nodded to the numerous bags he carried like a pack mule. “And for everything else. For the whole wonderful day.”

  “You’re welcome, sweetheart.” It still amazed him how much money he’d let her spend today. She’d been so excited about getting to shop, about him going with her without complaining. Seeing her happy had made him happy. It was like that saying: Happy wife, happy life. “I like to spoil you every once in a while. Today was that kind of day.”

  “I was good today, wasn’t I?” she pressed him with a grin and an ornery look in her eyes.

  “You got off to a rocky start, but, yes, pretty good.” He wanted to pull her to him and kiss her senseless, but the bags were in his way.

  She grinned even more and took one of the bags. She pulled up something red, something sheer. “Since you were so nice to me today, I’m going to give you a special treat tonight.”

  “You don’t want to go to a show somewhere?” He sure as hell didn’t. He wanted to find the black dress and….

  A second red thing caught his attention. Red denim? What the hell? His mouth watered with lusty interest.

  “Nope. I’m more in the mood for some private fun. Some driving my man wild time.” She shoved the red teasers back into the bag. “If you’re interested, that is.”

  She was damn lucky he hadn’t given in to his strong urge to take her right here on the sidewalk. He nudged her into motion. “Don’t suppose we could run through the casino? Race up to the room?”

  Brandi speed walked, focused on her plans for her husband. Still, it took them twenty minutes to get to their room. While he followed her inside and locked the door, she flicked on the TV. She turned up the sound to absorb any playtime noise before she raced into the bathroom with her special bag. The one from a shop she’d gone into while Colby had taken a few minutes alone to call the ranch and check in with Thad. She’d only shown him part of what she’d bought. The other item was her real surprise.

  She set the bag on the countertop, her plans swirling through her mind. She was taking a chance on this but she was pretty sure that, given the opportunity, Colby would play along quite well. She sorted through the items in the bag and smiled when her fingertips touched the soft fur. Shivers went through her and warmth built between her legs, excitement, need. She’d read about this online and had been dying to try it ever since.

  Colby heard his wife moving around in the bathroom, heard her pulling something from the crinkly bag. Wanting to be ready for anything and everything she might have in mind, he stripped off his clothes. He stood waiting in the middle of the small sitting room. His rod was long, stiff, and prime for seeking a special warm place. What the heck was taking her so long?

  He’d barely finished the thought when the bathroom door opened and she ambled toward him wearing a red denim skirt so short he almost saw her private place, the place where his cock wanted to be. That bit of sheer red fabric he’d seen had been a bra. Well, almost a bra. More like tiny bits of silk that struggled to contain her breasts. Pebbled nipples poked at the fabric and made his mouth water. And there was a red-fringed denim vest fluttering around the bra that held his attention. She wore his black Stetson to top the hot cowgirl outfit off. Damn, she looked good.

  “Howdy, cowboy,” she purred, in her best Western drawl. “Ready for playtime?”

  His palms were sweating. His heart thudding. His legs were shaky and his cock stuck out like a flagpole. He couldn’t seem to form a verbal answer, so he nodded with a hard swallow. They needed to come to Las Vegas more often. She seemed to have a real wild side here.

  “I’ve been kind of naughty today. Not real naughty. Just a bit.” She smiled with a hint of teasing in her eyes. “Maybe you need to turn me over your knee.”

  He frowned. She didn’t want a spanking, did she? All he wanted was sex…and more sex.

  “I don’t….” He began and stopped when she pulled something from behind her back. His mouth fell open. A paddle! A black wooden-handled paddle with one side of the spanking end covered with black fur. He’d never seen anything like it. Odd, but it intrigued him.

  He hadn’t moved an inch. Well, maybe his cock had grown another inch or two, if that were possible. She walked straight to him, took his hand, and led him to the bed. With a gentle shove, she pushed him down. He didn’t resist, ready for whatever game she had in mind.

  She did a slow turn in front of him, then bent so he could see that she was bare beneath the skirt just as he’d suspected. She faced him again and gave him a sassy smile. “Ready to spank my bottom with this nice little paddle?”

  She planted his hat on his head and then handed him the furry paddle. It felt like the wooden one at home, except for the funny black fur. He thumbed the fur. Soft. Interesting. He thought about Brandi, about her creamy bottom. About spanking her with this crazy thing. Hmmm, sounded interesting.

  Brandi’s stomach had fluttered with nerves ever since she walked out of the bathroom. After his initial look of confusion, heat had entered his beautiful brown eyes. Curiosity gleamed in their depths. She wanted to skip around in happiness.

  He held the paddle, studying it before he looked up at her. “Generally when I spank you, it won’t be for fun. You understand, right?”

  She nodded, hoping he wasn’t going to back out now.

  Instead he grinned. “Okay, I’m game.”

  She got nervous. Would there really be enjoyment for her in this gentler, sensual spanking? Or would she only be able to remember the pain she suffered during other spankings? Was this whole idea another of her stupid ones?

  Colby caught her gaze and understanding filled his expression. He motioned her to him. “Trust me. I’ll make it good for you.”

  There was that trust thing again. In the past she’d let him down, had damaged his trust in her. She was determined to fix the problem. But this wasn’t about that. This was about having fun with her husband, showing him how much she loved him.

  He patted his muscled thigh, his naked thigh. “Right here, sweetheart. I want your butt perched right here.”

  Naked. Her gorgeous husband was naked and she hadn’t even noticed until now. She really was an idiot. He’d been hoping for sex when she came out of the bathroom. Well, he would get it, but first they were going to try this little scenario. And she didn’t want it to go on too long because she wanted hot and heavy sex, too. Soon. Real soon.

  Colby took hold of her arm and tugged her over his lap with gentleness. She decided to try out her part, since he was playing along now. “I don’t want a spanking.” Had she sounded bratty enough? Too meek? Too whiny?

  For a second he didn’t respond, and then he pushed her short skirt up higher. He smoothed his hand over her quivering bottom. “You should have thought about that before you acted so naughty,” he said, making it clear that he was playing his role. He held the furry paddle against her buttocks. “You’re getting a spanking with this paddle.”

  The softness of the fur sent shivers tearing through her. “Ohhh, that feels so strange.” She sighed and arched her bottom up.

  He smoothed the paddle around her cheeks. First the furry side, then the leather side, then back to the furry side. “Interesting that this paddle has tw
o different surfaces. Bet there’s two different sensations, too.”

  She couldn’t lie still, squirmed, tempted. Did she want him to try both sides? Maybe.

  The paddle lifted and he surprised her by bringing the leather side down in a sharp thwack! An instant later he paddled her again with the other side. Swoof!

  She moaned. The slight sting had gotten her attention. The soft blow had intensified her feelings. Her heart raced and she smiled. Definitely interesting.

  Drawing him further into the game, she gushed, “Please don’t paddle me. I’ve been good. I’ll be even better.”

  He swatted her again, twice with the leather side. Once with the fur side. “You know I don’t stop spanking until I decide you’ve had enough.”

  He established a routine: two with the leather, one with the fur side. Repetition after repetition. She accepted the sting and the soft pats. Both had her sucking in short breaths of pleasure. Both had her pushing her bottom back to take whatever he gave her.

  Her moans of pleasure got louder and she was glad she’d turned the TV on. She wriggled all over his lap, brushed against his hard cock pressing into her side. He was enjoying this almost as much as she was.

  He played the game, going back and forth with both sides of the paddle, until she started feeling a steady sting from the swats with the leather side. Until she was begging for him to stop. Not from the pain, but from the need firing inside her.

  After one final swat with the furry side, he said in a husky voice, “Time to take you good, sweetheart.”

  He forced her to stand and she did so in excitement. She trembled all over. He could do whatever he wanted. She was more than ready.

  “I’m going to drive into you, fast, hard. Are you ready for that?”

  His promise made her heart race faster. “Yes,” she said on a gasp of desperation.

  He stood and then he bent her over the bed. She leaned on her forearms, her forehead pressed against the rumpled sheets, her bare spanked bottom thrust high. He inched her legs apart and trailed a finger between them. Finding her moist, he husked out, “Naughty girl is ready for me.”