The Cowboy's Rules: 2 (Cowboys After Dark:) by Maggie Carpenter Page B

so red, and your muffled cries, Cassie you were so hot,” he continued, sliding his finger inside her as his thumb massaged her magic nub. “And when I touched my finger between your cheeks and pushed on your naughty anus, you wanted it there so badly.”
    The salacious memory sent her tumbling forward into her orgasm, and as her cries echoed off the walls of the steamy bathroom he continued to rub and tease and whisper, milking her moment, until finally spent she fell limp before him.
    “Sweet girl,” he crooned, stroking her forehead.
    “I feel dizzy,” she moaned. “That was amazing.”
    “I’ll stay here until you feel normal enough to stand up. I don’t want you falling in the tub.”
    Slowly opening her eyes, she gazed up at his boyish cowboy face and wise, warm eyes.
    “I love you, Chad Douglas,” she mumbled.
    “I love you, Sassy Cassie,” he smiled. “You ready to stand up?”
    “I am,” she sighed.
    He helped her to her feet, dried her off, and they ambled into bed. As she rolled into him she reached her hand to his cock.
    “One good turn,” she whispered.
    “Not yet,” he answered. “Now you’re gonna tell me what upset you.”
    “Yes, Sir,” she replied, a wave of submission washing over her. “I’ll tell you everything, and I’ll tell you right now.”

CHAPTER FOURTEEN
    “I mean, did she have to drape herself all over you, and then put on that T-shirt to show off her nipples?” Cassie groaned, finishing up her diatribe.
    “No, she didn’t, and no, she didn’t,” Chad replied. “I’m very sorry it upset you, but you have nothing to worry about, you do know that, don’t you?”
    “Yes,” she sighed, “but it still bugged the hell out of me. What are you going to do about her?”
    “Me? I’m doin’ nothin’,” Chad declared.
    “What do you mean? You have to,” Cassie insisted. “I’ll bet the other women in your group are just as horrified by Miss Sugar Tits as I am…for different reasons of course,” she added quickly.
    “Miss Sugar Tits?” Chad laughed.
    “Fine, Miss Twin Peaks then,” Cassie grumbled.
    “For someone who’s still hoppin’ mad you’re real quick with the wit,” he quipped, “but to answer your question, yep, I saw some frowns.”
    “So why won’t you do something?” Cassie demanded.
    “Because I’ve turned that particular job over to Marty,” he replied calmly. “Her name is Molly Roberts and she’s the only daughter of a very wealthy rancher, very spoiled and a total brat, like someone else I once knew,” he grinned.
    “You’re terrible,” she grinned back, punching his arm.
    “She was here last year and pulled the same crap. I managed to keep her at bay, but she’s worse than ever this time around. I’m thinkin’ Marty might be the guy to set her straight.”
    “Huh, maybe you’re right,” Cassie frowned. “He can be really intimidating when he wants.”
    “Darn tootin’, and she’ll be embarrassed when he scolds her. Me, it’d just turn her on.”
    “And what about you, would it turn you on to scold her?” Cassie asked lightly.
    They were laying side by side, and in a flash Chad rose up, grabbed her wrists, pushed her on her back, and pinning them on either side of her head he glared down at her.
    “What did you just ask me?” he asked, his voice threateningly hushed.
    “Don’t get your jock strap in a twist,” she retorted.
    “A comment like that means you’re still worried,” he frowned.
    “She’s just so beautiful, and cowgirly, and-”
    “Hey, don’t you trust me?” he pressed, his eyes boring into hers.
    “Of course I do,” she squeaked. “Her, though, not so much.”
    “Think about what you’re sayin’. What could she possibly do that would pull me away from you?”
    “I’m sorry, Chad,” she sighed, surrendering to the power emanating from his eyes. “Seeing her all over you, and then those boobs, it made me crazy.”
    “Listen to me, and listen good,” he said sternly, “you