Cowboys of Devil's Ditch VOLUME 2 - Ebook

LAINEY

“I’m gonna watch my woman compete,”
he explained simply. “With Cammie and my momma.”

“You should go to them–”

The rest of my sentence was cut off
when he spun me around so my hands slapped against the metal side of the
trailer and his hand came down on my butt in a hard swat.

I gasped because he’d spanked me! I
tried to pop up in utter indignation, a hand at my nape held me in place for
one, no… two more!

“Beau! What the hell? People are
around!”

“Your shouting’s gonna draw more
attention than anything else, love.”

He gave me one more spank over my
jeans, then spun me back around and pressed into me again. He was hard and
thick against my belly. Spanking me had turned him on!

I swallowed, stunned by what he’d
just done. He’d actually manhandled me and spanked me. I wasn’t sure if I
should be appalled or aroused.

No man, not one, had ever done
something like that.

“You paying attention now, love, or
do you need a few more swats?”

I narrowed my eyes, but bit my lip.
I wasn’t saying anything.

He huffed out a laugh as he studied
me.

“There is no way on God’s green
earth that I’m letting you out of my sight until you’re safe atop your horse
inside the staging area with the entire arena full of people around you. If you
keep arguing, you’re gonna compete with a redder and sorer ass than you’ve
already got. I’ll pull those jeans and panties down and really go to town and
anyone walking by will know you’re being mulish and sassy and need to be taken
in hand.”

“Mulish and–”

He dipped his head down and gave me
a look, one that said he’d do it, too.

I pursed my lips closed, although I
wiggled a little. The spanking had morphed from a sharp sting to heat. Heat
that spread to my pussy and clit.

Reaching down, he cupped my pussy
right through my jeans. I gasped again, this time for a completely different
reason. His big hand pressed against me was… shit, a tease. I wanted my jeans
to dissolve so his rough fingers would touch my needy pussy directly. I had a
feeling I’d probably come if he did that.

“That’s what I thought. You like
that idea. Need it, too, based on how wild you are. I knew you were perfect.
Your family here with you?”

I could feel my cheeks flame
because he’d picked up on something about me I didn’t even know existed. I did
like the idea of him spanking me, of him pulling down my jeans and panties to
mid-thigh and continuing. To turn my ass red. To make it hurt. My arousal would
drip down my thighs and he’d know I liked it.

Know I needed it. What was wrong
with me? Since when did I want a man to take control like that? I knew the
answer. It was Beau who saw past all the toughness and brazenness that had me
able to hold my own with all my brothers. The Wilder boys could hold their own.
The only Wilder girl had to, as well.

Only Beau. Any other man and I’d
knee him, too, in the balls.