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What the hell was he doing?

He approached me and tied the shirt around my mouth and the back of my head. The realization of what he was doing sent pleasure spiking through me, I could nearly get myself off at the mere thought.

“As much as I love that mouth, we gotta keep you quiet.”

My face turned into a scowl. I agreed to be tied up, not gagged. But, I couldn’t say I was complaining. The shirt smelt like him, which fueled my arousal. The moment he felt between my legs, he’d know just how badly I wanted him. I was slick, nearly dripping with anticipation.

Colton pulled down his pants just enough to let his cock spring free again. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. Inside was a condom, meaning he must’ve replaced it after the other night, like he knew we’d be doing this again. He dropped his wallet onto the table behind us, and his eyes found mine while he ripped the foil, rolled the condom onto his length, and kicked my legs apart.

“Let’s see how wet you are,” he purred and ran a finger through my slit. When he brought it up to the light, it glistened with my arousal. “Hmm,” he hummed, inspecting it before sticking the finger into his mouth. He sucked, his cheeks hollowing as he savored the taste on his fingers—his eyes closing as he pulled it out.

Colton nodded in approval. “I can’t wait to have that pussy riding my face. Just not right now. Again, Sunshine, we don’t have the time I need to get my fill.”

I moaned, the sound muffled by his shirt.

Colton squatted down slightly and picked me up enough to sink onto his cock. He drove into me without warning. Using the column for stability, he fucked me hard, lifting my lower back away slightly before ramming me back. I whimpered and groaned at the pain and pleasure.

“Harder,” I moaned.

Colton chuckled. “Do you like the pain, Eleanor?”

“Yes.” One thing I’d learned about myself was I had a pain kink, and I was eager to see how far it could go.

My arms ached to come down, to run fingers through his hair, touch him in any way, but the reins held me back.

I’d never look at leather the same again.

Colton buried his face into my neck as he thrusted into me. His mouth latched onto my skin, sucking and biting as he fucked me against the wood—payback for what I’d done to him.

I growled, wanting desperately to pull away, but my body refused, relishing in the pleasure of his warm mouth marking my skin.

Montana was turning out to be a wild place.

I was getting railed by a hot cowboy tied with the reins from one of his horses as he used his shirt as a gag. Not to mention in public. That thought sent me into a tizzy of deeper arousal because I imagined the crew would be due back any minute now.

“Fuck.” Thrust. “You.” Thrust. “Feel.” Thrust. “So damn good.”

His words, in combination with the angle he was hitting, sent me into a wicked orgasm that I couldn’t control. My eyes flew open, my head hit the pole, and I moaned so loud the shirt did nothing as I released on his cock.

On the tail end of pleasure, there was a clatter from somewhere in the barn, followed by distinct chatter getting closer.

Shit.

But that didn’t stop Colton. He braced a hand on the beam and brought his mouth down to my neck again. His lips kissed and bit at the sensitive skin, the spikes of pain from his teeth turning into pleasure.

The sound of footsteps got closer as boots clicked against the concrete. The muffled voices were starting to become prominent, more distinct. I bit down hard on the shirt to hold back a moan. My body coiled so tight from the thrill, I felt like a grenade and someone had pulled my pin.

Colton Stone was fucking me within earshot of someone else. The potential, the risk, sent electricity soaring through me as my vision blurred. I closed my eyes and melted into the final moments.

“Keep quiet,” he demanded in a hushed tone against the shell of my ear. My legs wrapped around him, holding him deep inside me as my body tensed up, threatening to release again.

It took everything I had to not make a sound—my eyes squeezed shut as Colton’s hand reached down and played with my clit. His other hand that held me brought my hip up higher, and he buried inside me.

“Someone could be out here,” a soft whisper sounded from the hall.

They were getting closer, moments away from seeing Colton and me.

My walls squeezed around his length and then Colton released, followed by a deep growl and an exhale of air he’d been holding.