Water drips from my skin, and I feel heat tease through me as his arms wrap around my body. The steam from the shower clouds the small bathroom, but when I look up into his eyes, I can see clearly.

…I can see more clearly than maybe I’m even ready to see.

Because this man ignites something inside of me — something wild and fierce. Part of it feels like he’s the gasoline to the fire I’ve always had blazing inside of me. Part of it feels like he’s the spark that sets the whole thing roaring.

Whatever it is though, I can’t push it away. I can’t pretend it’s not there, or that this is just some random bar fling. Whatever this is, it’s a lot bigger than that, and it both scares me and gets me going at the same time.

Showering with someone you’re handcuffed to is, well, interesting. Showering with someone you’re handcuffed to who looks like him, and who just screwed you so good you almost thought you’d go cross-eyed? Well, that’s just plain fun. The fact that we literally had to cut one sleeve off of his shirt and use some tricky yoga-looking moves to get mine off certainly didn’t hurt.

He goes to pull a towel around me, and both of us swear as it gets tangled in the handcuff chain.

“You really don’t have a backup key?”

“A bunch, actually. This has all just been part of my master plan to seduce you into my cabin hideout. You got me.”

He grins and I roll my eyes. But suddenly, he’s pulling me against him, my wet body molding to his. My pulse races, and I can feel my nipples puckering to points and dragging across his muscled chest.

“Okay, no more bullshit,” he growls quietly. “What’s your name?”

I laugh. Yeah, somehow, I’ve just taken a shower with this man, after fucking him for the second time, and after robbing a meth house with him — all fairly intimate things — and I still don’t even know his name. Part of me is tempted to keep that going, and to just never let reality take this utter craziness back into the real world, but I let that go.

With the way I’m feeling about my rough, wild cowboy? Yeah, I want to know his name. I want to know it so that I can moan it later.

“What’s yours?”

“Shepherd. Shepherd Bronson.” His eyes dart over mine, one brow arching like he’s looking for recognition. “The Shepherd Bronson.”

I giggle. “I mean, should I know you?”

He sighs. “You don’t really follow rodeo do you?”

I snort. “No.”

Shepherd grins. “Fair enough. Now spill. Who are you, princess?”

“Chastity,” I say quietly. “Chastity Huntington.”

If he recognizes the last name, he doesn’t show it. And I want to admonish myself. Heck, I didn’t know his name from his world. How presumptuous is it that I think he’d know mine from my world?

Instead, he just smirks.

“What?”

“Chastity?”

I glare at him. “Yes?”

“No, it’s just…you know, not the name I’d have guessed for a girl like you.”

My eyes narrow. “Meaning?”

“Meaning you fucked a guy you just met in the back of a pickup in a dive bar parking—”

I slap him. Hard.

Shepherd swears, hissing as he turns his head. He whips his gaze back to me, his eyes blazing fire as his jaw tightens.

“I fucked you, ass.”

Slowly, he grins. But that fire stays blazing in his eyes, and that grin is more hungry than anything else. His arms slide around my nude body, and I gasp as he pulls me tighter to him. I can feel his cock thickening against my skin, pulsing between my thighs as he grows harder and harder, which only makes me wetter, and only makes me want him all over again.

“Yeah you did,” he growls lowly. His hands slide down to cup my ass, and I gasp as he suddenly lifts me up and into him. My legs go around his waist, my one arm draping around his neck. I whimper as his mouth crushes to mine, and when he strides across the small cabin, I can feel heat pooling through me.

Shepherd — my cowboy has a name now, after all — moves towards the small bed against one wall. He spins us, his lips searing to mine and his tongue tasting mine as he slowly sits on the edge. My legs spread around his muscled hips, and when I feel his rock-hard cock throbbing right against my dripping wet, eager pussy, I moan into him.

“See, you went and got all clean,” he groans. “You went and soaped me right off of you.”

I moan, kissing him deeply as I roll my hips. His swollen crown drags across my lips, making me whimper in pleasure. “And what are we going to do about that then?” I whisper into his lips.

“I think it means I just need to give you more of my cum. I think it means you better spread those legs for me, Chastity. You better raise that tight little ass up and then sink it right down on top of this big cock. I think it means you better slide down every inch and ride me like a good girl so I can fill that greedy little cunt up with more of my cum.

Holy fuck. My head spins as I kiss him, and for a second, I legitimately wonder if it’s possible to come from just dirty talk alone.

“There we go,” he groans, his hands gripping my hips as he raises me up. His fat cock head settles against my lips, and when I roll my hips and sink down over it, we both hiss in pleasure.

I ease down more, sinking another gloriously thick inch of him into me, and feeling him stretch me like nothing I’ve ever felt before. And I know right then that I would never get tired of feeling his size push into me. It’s something primal — something that makes me feel like I’m being claimed by some huge, rough savage — a Viking or something. His body is already so much bigger than mine anyways, and when that huge cock of his inches its way in and fills me like nothing I’ve ever even imagined, my whole body reacts with heat and want.

…And I want more.

I sink down onto him, pushing down and letting every single inch of him slide deeper and deeper, all the way until I can feel his heavy balls against my ass. I moan softly, panting, letting my body adjust to the size of him as he throbs so deep inside. Shepherd groans, his hands tight on my hips and my ass as he grinds himself into me, letting me feel him so deep and so thick inside. I roll my hips again, sliding up before I sink back down with a satisfied moan.

“Fuck, just like that, sweetheart,” he groans, his lips tracing over my collarbone and my chest. “Ride that big cock just like that, Chastity.”

I whimper, sliding up and then back down on him, taking him deeper than anything I’ve ever felt. He’s got both of his hands firmly on my hips, holding me but letting me ride as I start to bounce on his cock. One of my hands claws at his back, and my chained hand slides down over the crease of my thigh. My fingers tease over my clit, rubbing it in slow circles as I take every inch of his fat cock over and over as the heat blooms through me.

“Play with that naughty little pussy for me, Chastity,” he groans, his cock throbbing inside of me and making me moan as I ride him up and down.

“Play with that pussy. I wanna feel your sweet cunt drip all over me. I want to feel that sweet girl-cum dripping off my balls when I fill you with my cum.”

I move faster, his filthy words spurring me on even harder. Our mouths crash together, moans melting into the others as our tongues dance. The fire inside of me explodes through my skin, melting me into him, sending me reeling as I start to ride him even harder. I can feel my lips clinging to his thickness on each stroke, his huge, swollen head driving deep with every thrust until I’m screaming for more.

“Bounce on that fat cock, princess. Bounce on that fat cock and make me come. Make me come so I can fill this greedy little pussy with every drop of me. And when you come for me, I want you to feel me pumping into you, filling you up all the way.”

My fingers blur over my clit, my ass bouncing up and down every mouth-watering inch of his beautiful cock until it feels like I might explode.

Shepherd suddenly grabs me and rolls us, making me shriek as he suddenly flips me so that I’m on my back. He roars like an animal, this rough, growly sound that has my pulse racing and that fire exploding through me. His muscles ripple and clench, his jaw tight as he starts to fuck me, driving into me again and again as I scream for more. My legs spread wide, my feet up in the air and my eyes rolling back in my head as this rough, gorgeous, filthy-talking outlaw fucks me like he owns me.

He thrusts in to the hilt and grinds deep, and suddenly, I explode.

I scream, my whole body arching off the bed and bucking into him as wave after wave of my climax thunders through me. My toes curl, and my nails rake down his back as I yank his mouth to mine and kiss him with everything I have. Shepherd roars into my lips, and suddenly, I feel him swell up even bigger inside of me. His heavy balls throb against my ass, his cock pulses, and suddenly, I can feel it.

His hot cum explodes deep inside of me, pump after pump filling me. He just keeps fucking me, thrusting in and out as he comes, pushing me right into another climax as he makes a mess of me.

Finally, both of us collapse, panting and gasping for air. Slowly Shepherd slides out of me, rolling onto his side next to me. His hands tease over my skin, making me whimper as his fingers walk down between my legs. I’m still vibrating — still tingling all over as I moan softly and watch as his fingers slide right over my pink pussy lips. His cum is all over me, dripping down my lips and over my thighs, and when he rubs it into me, I feel this wave of filthy, toe-curlingly hot heat wash over me.

“That’s where my cum belongs,” he groans, rubbing his sticky seed into my pussy. “Right fucking there.”

He leans over, and when our lips melt together, I lose all sense of pretty much anything but him and me.

“Nice to meet you, Shepherd,” I grin into his lips.

“Nice to meet you, Chastity.”