Through the Dust (Black Springs Ranch, #2)

by Amber Palmer

“Fuck the leather, fuck the lace. Cheers to the ones who sit on our face!”

“You know, if you really want to keep me quiet, you could give me something to fill my mouth with and shut me up. It’s worked for others in the past.”

Lennox Hayes and I were like fire and ice. She burned hotter than a thousand fucking suns and had the temper to boot. I was the dick who acted unaffected but was anything but. That woman had a way of getting under my skin like no one else had. She drove me crazy, slipping further into madness with each moment we spent together—which was way more than I liked.

My words stopped as she reached forward with her other hand. She grabbed my hat and placed it on her head with smug satisfaction. “If you want me to get down, Bishop,” she said, running a finger along the gold chain around my neck, “then you better make me.” I barely heard the grumble of disappointed men behind me, too aware that Lennox Hayes was wearing my hat. My. Fucking. Hat.

“You just gonna stare at my tits, cowboy?” Lennox asked. It wasn’t her usual bravado. Her voice wavered as if she was trying to gain control of the situation, but she knew it was out of her hands. “Or are you gonna do something about it?” I met her gaze. “The things I wanna do can’t be done in public, killer.” She licked her lips. “Tell me anyway.”

“It’s taking everything in me not to throw you over my shoulder again and haul your bratty ass to the bathroom. I wanna lock the door, force you to your knees, and stuff that smart fucking mouth with my cock until your make-up is ruined. And then I’d fuck you bare against the wall, hard and fast, letting you scream for more. I bet you’d beg me to come inside your hot little cunt, wouldn’t you?” She whimpered, fidgeting in her seat. It filled me with a smug sense of satisfaction. “Yeah, you’d thank me for filling you up, killer. It’d turn you on to know I’m leaking out of you whenever some other mother fucker tried talking to you.”

I wanted to fuck Bishop Bryant. And not just in a casual, one-night random rendezvous. I wanted everything he’d whispered in my ear and more. I wanted to be wrecked so thoroughly that I didn’t know my name when he was done.

“Yeah, you’d thank me for filling you up, killer. It’d turn you on to know I’m leaking out of you whenever some other mother fucker tried talking to you.”

“Doesn’t really seem like your type.” She scoffed. “What would you know about my type?” “I know enough,” I said, stepping forward. Her sweet, honeyed scent filled the space between us. “And we both know a kid like that wouldn’t be able to keep up with a hellion like you.”

Damn, I’d love to run my tongue along the lines of his tattoo peeking out beneath the fabric. And then there was that slutty fucking gold chain around his neck. Who knew it would be so hot?

go, pulling her in for a kiss. “That’s fine right now, but I’m done hiding, sweetheart. You deserve a loud love. Besides,” I said, leaning down with a smirk. “It’s getting too damn hard to keep my hands off you.”