Chapter 33
thirty-three
. . .
brOCK
The neon lights from the Vegas Strip bled through a gap in the heavy curtains, throwing a slashed red glow across the mirror.
I stood in the center of the hotel room, breaking in my latest gear. The air smelled like new carpet and laundered sheets, a hell of a long way from the ranch back home. I adjusted the heavy leather of my chaps, testing the custom silver buckles at my thighs.
Rolling my shoulders to settle into the crisp arena shirt, I checked the fit in the mirror. The Outlaw neon logo sat on the right chest while the Ryder & Co. crest rested over my heart, right beside the new sponsor's patch from Texas.
My fingers closed around the silk wild rag Ryder had sent in their last package. It was dark blue, smooth and expensive, and completely impractical for ranch work. In my calloused hands, it felt completely out of place.
But it was going to save my ass tomorrow.
I folded the silk into a thick band, reached behind my head, and tied it tight over my eyes, plunging the room into pitch blackness. I breathed in slowly, feeling the slight weight of it against my eyelashes.
I’d been training for this for weeks back home, right up until the day we left. It was a hell of a gamble, but I’d thought it through. Dave had threatened to drop me if I didn’t crack the top five tomorrow night, so I was riding blind.
It was a stunt. I knew the PRCA rules inside and out—it wasn’t illegal. Soon as that chute popped tomorrow night, everyone would lose their minds. Even if I didn’t finish in the top five, no sponsor would drop me after that kind of exposure.
Outlaw wanted a show? I’d give them a damn spectacle.
Footsteps stopped outside the hotel room, and the door clicked open.
“Brock?”
I reached back and untied the knot, pulling the silk down around my neck. Sienna stepped into the room, fresh from grabbing drinks with Wren. She had on a short denim dress and her favorite cowboy boots, the ones that made her legs look about ten miles long.
I reached for the felt Stetson still sitting on the dresser and settled it low over my brow, adjusting the brim with one hand.
A small, amused smile tipped the corners of her mouth. “What were you doing with that bandana?”
Shit.
I leaned back against the dresser, crossing my arms to play it casual. “It’s a wild rag, Starlin’. Not a bandana.”
She crossed the room and stopped right in front of me, head tilted. “Okay… what were you doing with the wild rag?”
“Just testing it. Seeing how much I can actually see through the thing.”
“Why?”
I held her gaze for half a second, mind racing. Then, a slow grin tugged at my mouth.
“Because tonight I was planning to blindfold you with it, tie it nice and tight, and tease you till you’re shaking.”
Her eyes went wide, lips parting. A low surge of satisfaction hit my chest. It worked.
She stared at me for a long second, then stepped closer, voice low but clear. “Yes, please.”
My cock throbbed hard, the denim of my jeans suddenly feeling way too tight.
“Alright then, darlin’… Turn around for me.”
She turned without hesitation, offering me her back. I stepped in close, folded the dark silk again, and tied it snug over her eyes.
“How does it feel?” I asked, my voice low against her ear.
“Smooth,” she whispered.
“You like not being able to see what I’m gonna do to you?” I asked, my thumb tracing her jaw.
She gave a small, breathless nod.
“You trust me?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“Good. Then hold on.”
I slid my hands under her hips and lifted her easily. She let out a delighted yelp as I carried her the few steps to the bed, then sat on the edge and settled her across my lap, her back flush to my chest. I tilted my hat back slightly so the brim wouldn’t catch her hair.
I ran one hand slowly up her thigh, pushing the denim dress higher. My fingers hooked into her lace underwear and pushed it down her thighs.
I whispered right against her ear, rough and low. “I’ve been thinking about this all damn day… spreading these pretty legs, and teasing you till you’re soaking.”
I dragged two fingers slowly through her. She was already getting wet. I grinned against her neck, my voice dropping even lower.
“You can’t see a damn thing, can you, Starlin’? You don’t know if I’m about to pinch your nipple… bite your neck… or push two fingers deep inside you.”
She whimpered, hips twitching. I loved how desperate she sounded already. I circled that sensitive nub with firm strokes. Her thighs trembled, breath coming in sharp gasps.
She was so damn responsive. I sped up, feeling her throb under my touch, then pulled away completely.
“Brock,” she gasped. “More. Please.”
“Not yet,” I murmured, nipping her earlobe. “I’m barely getting started.”
I kissed the side of her neck, slow and open-mouthed. My fingers made quick work of the buttons down the front of her denim dress, pulling the fabric wide and pushing it down to bare her breasts. No bra. Just soft, warm skin.
I palmed her, thumb dragging circles over her tight nipple. She gasped, arching into my hand. I kept the pressure light, teasing, letting her feel every slow stroke while I kissed lower along her throat.
She let out another quiet moan. I kept kissing and nipping at her neck while I played with her nipples, rolling them between my fingers. My other hand gripped her hip, fingers digging in as I pulled her closer.
I reached between her thighs again and—
Fuck, she was completely soaked. I let out a low groan.
“You’re dripping down your thighs already. Thinking about me fucking you while you’re blindfolded like this?”
She moaned, but didn't answer right away. Her breathing was ragged.
After a moment, she whispered, “Take it off, please.”
I reached up to loosen the knot.
“Of course, Starlin’,” I said softly. “We don’t have to use it.”
But before I could pull the silk away, she grabbed my arm, stopping me. She tugged the blindfold down just enough to lock eyes with me. Cheeks flushed, gaze dark and hungry.
“I don’t want you to put it away,” she said. “I want you to tie me with it… and then fuck me hard.”
The words hit me like a kick to the chest. My cock throbbed painfully against my jeans.
Flashes hit—her wrists bound to the headboard with that dark silk, back arched, moaning my name while I drove deep into her.
“Goddamn,” I breathed, voice rough. “You sure about that?”
Her eyes burned into mine. “I’m sure. Your shoulder’s healed now. I want you to show me how rough you can really be. Give you something to smile about tomorrow.”
She was matching my bluntness beat for beat. It hit me like a damn spark.
“If my girl wants to be bound and ruined… that’s exactly what she’s gonna get.”
I laid her down onto the bed. Her arms went up toward the headboard. I seized her wrists, pinning them together. My pulse hammered as I bound the silk tight around them, knotting it fast before tying her securely in place.
Her dark hair spilled wild across the white pillows.
She gave the bonds a little tug.
“Too tight?” I asked, stroking her cheek.
“No, it’s perfect.”
She looked so fucking beautiful stretched out like that—cheeks flushed, wrists bound, waiting for me to move. All mine.
I set the hat on the nightstand, stepped back, and started stripping. Shirt gone. Chaps, belt, and jeans hit the floor. My cock sprang free, heavy and hard.
“Put the hat back on, please?” Her voice came out soft and sweet.
A grin tugged at my lips. Damn, this girl.
“Whatever you ask for.” I grabbed the black Stetson and set it low over my brow.
I climbed back onto the bed and settled between her spread thighs. The wide brim of my hat cast a deep shadow over her, making everything feel darker, hotter, more intimate.
I ran my hands slowly up her legs, pushing the denim dress higher until her pretty pussy was bare for me.
“Is this how they do it in your books, Starlin’?” I asked, voice low. “They tie their girl up and fuck her deep?”
She moaned and pulled hard against the silk, hips rolling up toward me.
“Something like that,” she breathed.
I couldn’t stop smiling as she strained and trembled under me, wrists bound tight.
I leaned down to kiss her, but the brim of my hat caught her forehead before my mouth could reach hers. I huffed a quiet laugh and tilted my head under the brim, finally crushing my mouth to hers. My cock rested thick and heavy against her soft inner thigh.
She pulled against the silk and whispered breathlessly against my mouth, “Stop teasing me, I need you inside me already.”
I groaned, fighting the urge to do as she said. Instead, I nipped her bottom lip and rocked my hips, letting my cock slide slow and heavy along her soaked pussy.
I kissed down her neck, twisting my head sharply under the brim to reach her. It wasn’t smooth, but I wasn’t taking the damn hat off, not when she’d asked for it. I sucked hard on that spot she loved, drawing out moan after moan.
I moved lower. The brim dragged across her skin as I angled my head to take her nipple into my mouth. She arched hard anyway, like she loved that I was fighting my own hat just to taste her.
My hand slid between her drenched thighs.
“Damn,” I growled. “You love being tied up like this, don’t you? Knowing I can do whatever I want to you.”
“Yes,” she gasped, breath hitching. “I love it.”
I pushed a thick finger inside her, curling it deep while my thumb stroked her clit. She moaned loud, hips chasing my hand.
“Goddamn, baby. You’re fucking dripping for me.”
I added a second finger, pumping slow and deep.
“Brock—fuck, that’s so good, but I want you.”
“I’m gonna stretch you open with my cock soon… but first, I want you soaking my hand.”
When her thighs started trembling, I pulled my fingers out. She whimpered, tugging helplessly at the silk, chasing the empty ache.
I moved between her spread legs, lining up my cock. I dragged the thick head right where my fingers had been, teasing her entrance.
“Please,” she whimpered.
I kissed her hard, swallowing her plea. When I pulled back, I pressed my forehead to hers, breathing ragged.
“You’ve been so patient for me, so now, I’m gonna give you what you want—all of me. I’m yours, Starlin’.”
I lined myself up, rubbing the head of my cock along her wet pussy.
Her glassy eyes met mine. “I’m yours too, Brock.”
Even though I already knew, it still felt damn good hearing her say it out loud. I rubbed my cock along her one more time, then pushed inside her in one smooth stroke, burying myself to the hilt.
“So fucking perfect,” I rasped.
I stayed buried deep for a moment, savoring the way she fluttered around me. The red neon light from the window slanted across the bed, catching the dark silk binding her wrists.
I started moving. Deep, rolling thrusts that made the headboard creak.
“That’s it, darlin’. You’re taking me so good.”
I kept my eyes on hers the whole time. She cried out, legs wrapping tighter around my waist, her eyes squeezing shut.
“Look at me,” I commanded softly.
Her eyes flew open, and she gasped hard as I drove in deep.
I slid a hand under her ass, tilting her hips for a better angle.
“That’s the spot that makes my girl lose her mind, isn’t it?”
“Fuck—yes! Brock, I’m—”
I kissed, then thrust harder, pouring months of rough need into every stroke. My shoulder was healed. I wasn’t holding back anymore.
I reached between us and circled her clit with my thumb.
“Come for me,” I ordered. “Wrap those pretty legs around me and let go.”
Her whole body tensed. She came hard, crying out, pulsing around me in waves. I rode her through it, kissing her, whispering against her lips.
“That’s it. So fucking good for me.”
I didn’t stop. I kept thrusting deeper, chasing my own release.
“Gonna fill you so deep. You’ll still feel me tomorrow—watching me ride.”
She moaned, back arching hard off the bed. Her nails dug into my back, making me gasp.
She clamped down hard around my cock. “Please—cum inside me. I want to make you feel good.”
That broke me. I drove in one last time and stayed there.
The orgasm slammed through me. I groaned low against her neck. My hips twitched as I emptied myself into her, hot and thick.
She took every drop, straining against the restraints.
For a long moment neither of us moved. I stayed buried deep, cock still twitching with the last weak pulses, forehead pressed to hers. Our breathing was ragged and loud in the quiet room.
Outside, the city hummed on with the sound of cars and distant sirens.
I reached up and pulled my hat off, setting it on the nightstand.
I untied the silk from her wrists, rubbing the faint marks with my thumbs before kissing each one softly. Then I pulled her into my arms, tucking her against my chest. She curled into me.
“You okay?” I asked, stroking her hair.
“Better than okay. That was really hot. I felt so taken care of.”
I kissed the top of her head. “I'll always take care of you.”
My chest was still heaving against hers, but the wild pounding of my heart was starting to settle. Sienna let out a soft, satisfied sigh, her eyes heavy as she tucked herself closer against me. She laid her cheek on my chest and traced lazy circles on my skin with her fingers.
“You’re gonna be amazing tomorrow,” she murmured. “I’m so proud of you.”
My chest tightened. I wrapped my arm around her waist, pulled her closer, and buried my face in her damp hair.
“I love you,” I said.
“I love you too,” she mumbled.
I kissed the top of her head. “Go on and sleep, Starlin’. I got this.”
A few minutes later, her breathing slowed into a steady rhythm against my ribs.
I stayed wide awake.
My grip locked tight around the crumpled silk. She thought the wild rag was nothing but dirty talk I’d fed her in front of the mirror to get her in bed. She had no clue what I was fixing to do with it when I climbed into the chute tomorrow night.
Out there, the crowd would think I was being a show-off. But when I pulled the silk tight around my eyes, it would still smell like her. Like sex and sweet perfume and the way she moaned my name when I had her wrists tied to the headboard.
With a high like that, I could ride the wildest bronc in the pens.
She'd be sitting in those stands, realizing I'd dragged our dirty secret into the arena with me. I rubbed my thumb over the smooth fabric, listening to the quiet rise and fall of her chest in the dark. I only hoped she wouldn’t kill me when she found out I’d lied.