Written by Lorelei James. Narrated by Rebecca Estrella. As for the curvy brunette eyeing him from across the room? But the next night he gets to prove to her how freeing it'll be when he takes the reins.
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He pulled his arm back and snapped his wrist, the movement fluid and familiar. The long leather tail of the bullwhip connected with her quivering flank and a sharp crack echoed back to him. Again he lifted his arm. He put more force behind the blow, hitting the same spot, but harder. Throw a goddamn rope around her neck and make her come. Ben McKay squinted at the lone cow, her hooves mired in the mud.
He sighed, spurred his horse through the creek and stopped ten feet in front of the immovable cow. After switching out his whip for his rope, he twirled and let fly. The loop circled her neck and he tugged to tighten it. As soon as Quinn closed off her only avenue of escape, Ben released the rope. He dismounted and approached the cow slowly. Then he slapped her hard on the rump and she lumbered toward the rest of the herd.
Quinn waited while Ben mounted up. Indian summer had stretched through the first week of October. We can handle it. His bull riding younger brother had pulled his head out of his ass and had made a good showing on the PBR tour the past few months.
Quinn laughed. You were sober enough to exclude kids and wives in the invite. Besides, you own the biggest TV of any of us. His cousin Keely loved McKay events with the boys, since she was the only female McKay in their generation. Ben tossed the saddle over the split rail fence. He snorted and removed the wet saddle blanket, draping it over the rail. Or Dalton? Ben brushed Bongo with long strokes. Thinking out loud always got him in trouble.
Not everyone wants to be chained down with a wife and kids. My Reading Box. Chapter One The sound of leather hitting flesh was music to his ears. She released a low-pitched grunt but remained still, staring at him with defiant brown eyes. Her whole body quivered. The cow, given the choice between choking or moving, stumbled forward. Was I drunk when I volunteered? I heard that from my wife. No, a couple of the new, single teachers have asked her about you.
Definitely not my type.
Cowboy Casanova Rough Riders 12 His rough touch makes her lose control Except on weekends, when he's Bennett, imposing Dom at The Rawhide Club, surrounded by a bevy of female subs eager for the attention of his long whip. As for the curvy brunette eying him from across the room? He'll eat his Stetson if she's the experienced Domme she claims to be. Bennett offers her a deal he'll let her call the shots for one night. But the next night he gets to prove to her how freeing it'll be when he takes the reins.
Cowboy Casanova (Rough Riders Series #12)
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Cowboy Casanova: Rough Riders, Book 12