Back In The Saddle: Bachelor Auction - Book 2

I was back in them, and it was as if the six years slipped away.
With an arm banded around my back, he lifted me, carried me to the bed, and laid me down so my head rested on his pillow. With a hand pressed into the mattress by my shoulder, he loomed over me. With the glow of the bedside lamp, his face was cast in deep shadow. I saw the gleam of need. The happiness.
Lowering his head again, he kissed along my jaw, down my neck, and to the swell of my breast above the lacy edge of my bra.
A whimper slipped from my lips, and I tangled my fingers in his hair. Tugged on the silky strands. I remembered his scent, like coming home.
My eyes slipped closed at the delicious feel of him.
What was I doing? I couldn’t lose myself in his touch!
I had a plan. A mission. But fuck, he felt so good. He remembered exactly what got me hot.
But he also knew exactly what had finished us.
I gripped the sides of his head and pulled him up. With a lift of my hips, I tried to flip us. He was too big to force, but he let me take the lead, rolling him onto his back as I straddled his waist.
His eyes flared with heat, and a slow smile spread across his face.
“Want to be in charge, baby girl?” he asked.
The fact that he asked proved that I really wasn’t in charge at all. But I already was. He just didn’t know it. I arched a brow and gave him a sly smile in return. “I did buy you at the auction.”
His hands settled on my hips, the pads of his thumbs caressing my lower belly.
He was calm, relaxed. Content, even. He wanted me in his bed with him. Was pleased with it. With me.
I swallowed back all the feelings that knowledge brought about.
“Yeah, you did,” he murmured. “You want a wild ride? I’ll give you what you paid for.”
I’d forgotten he was a dirty talker and seemed to only have gotten better at it. While we’d dated for a few months, we’d only been together, had sex, once. One night where he’d touched me in ways I’d never imagined. Never forgot.
But I’d been naive and unsure of what to do. He’d been gentle and careful. Obviously he liked this bolder version of me.
I shook my head—to tell him no and to clear the lust-filled haze—and looked to the chair in the corner of the room. Slung over the back of it was his utility belt. I climbed off him, went and grabbed the handcuffs. As police chief, he also had a service pistol, but it wasn’t in the holster. Since he had a small child living in the house, I had no doubt it was stored in a gun safe along with any other weapons the Mannings had at the ranch.
I dangled the metal restraints from one finger as I stood before him.
“You want to be tied up, baby girl?” he asked, his eyes darkening at the idea.
I shook my head. “No. I want to do it to you.”
His jaw clenched as he stared at me, looked me over as if memorizing me. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
He undid his jeans, pushed them and his boxers down over his hips so his dick sprang free. Only his shirt and pants were open; otherwise he still had his clothes on.
It was my turn to ogle him. I’d seen his dick before when we’d fooled around, touched it. Felt it deep inside me that one time. But I’d been young and a virgin then. I hadn’t known how incredible Huck’s dick actually was. Long, thick, and hard like it was, the crown flared wide. A little drop of pre-cum beaded at the tip. He gripped the base, gave it a rough stroke. Then he raised his hands over his head and gave me a wink.
“I’m all yours, baby girl.”
I took a deep breath. I wanted to straddle him and sink deep onto him. Ride him like a cowgirl. But that wasn’t the plan. This was Huck Manning. The guy who’d taken my virginity, told me he loved me, then dumped me. He’d taken my heart but left me with a part of him. That had died too, along with my hopes and dreams of being with him forever.
I’d follow through with my plan, and that meant going back to the bed and straddling him once again, panties staying on. Leaning forward, I grabbed one of his wrists and wrapped the cuff around, snapped it closed.
I gasped when Huck’s mouth enclosed my nipple. The way I leaned over, I’d offered the lace-covered tip to him. I took a moment to enjoy the feel of the hot suck.
“Huck,” I whispered, pleasure shooting from my nipple right to my clit.
He dropped his head back onto the pillow. Grinned.
I took another deep breath. My panties were drenched, and my clit pulsed with the need to come.
I quickly hooked the cuffs around a slat in his headboard, then affixed his other wrist. He gave a gentle tug to test them, and I smiled down at him.
Just how I wanted him.
“Before you take my dick for a ride, straddle my face. I want to eat that pussy before I take it hard.”
Oh. My. God.
I stared at him. Those dark eyes were filled with lust, but honesty too. He wanted exactly what he’d said.
“I never got a taste before.”
Because you dumped me.
It was time to leave him here, unsatisfied and unfucked, but Huck Manning was offering to go down on me. I’d been with two guys since Huck left me, but they hadn’t been all that great. College boys who needed a road map and a compass to find my clit.
The guy beneath me was all man, and I had no doubt his confidence was earned.
He wanted to eat my pussy? Hell, I wasn’t going to deny myself this opportunity for a man-induced orgasm, especially since