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She relaxed back against the pillows, her gaze never
leaving his face. With both hands, she cupped her breasts, pinching the nipples
as sh
e rolled them between her fingers. Soft little
moans escaped her mouth, fueling his already out of control libido.

Her engorged clit peeked out from beneath its hood, waiting
for a nip of his teeth. He didn’t disappoint. Her hips surged up as a hearty
groa
n exploded from her mouth.

“Yes. More.”

Juices flowed from her, coating his tongue and chin.
Such sweetness from a beautiful woman.

He continued to lick, suck and nibble at her flesh until
everything turned a bright red. She exploded in a bone shaking, bod
y trembling orgasm.

“Fuck,” she gasped that desperate, breathless sound only a
satisfied woman can make.

“Now I’m going to pound into you so hard and so fast,
you’ll make those little mewing sounds I love so much.”

“I don’t mew.”

“Wanna bet? You made them when I fucked you last time, but
this time, it’s going to happen with each thrust.” He picked up her boneless
body, wrapping her legs around his hips as he slid inside her hot, waiting
warmth. With her clasping his cock so tight,
he
thought she might break it in
half,
he pushed her against
the wall, pulled her legs up over his forearms and slammed into her.

“Ah, God.”

“Oh yeah.”
The little mewling
sounds escaped her mouth with each thrust, earning a smile from him. He knew
she woul
d. She was as responsive as a woman could get
and he loved hearing the sounds coming from her mouth. “That’s it, kitten. Come
for me.”

“I can’t.” A gasp escaped her lips.

“Yes you can, baby. Yes you can.”

“Please.”

“Please what, darlin’?”

“Harder. God, ple
ase harder.”

He spread his legs to give himself a little more leverage.
The change in angle had his balls drawing up against his groin in preparation
for his own release. If he didn’t clamp down on his orgasm, he’d come before
her. That wasn’t an option in
his world.

The
slap, slap, slap
of wet flesh echoed in
the room. The smell of sex drove his desire higher.

Her pussy clamped down on his cock as the flesh quivered.
She was going to come if he had anything to say about it. If only he could
reach her clit.
“Reach down and finger yourself.”

“What?” Her panting gasps resonated in his ear.

“Finger your clit. Make yourself come.”

Her small hand snaked down between them until he could feel
her fingers on her clit. Her breathing sped up. Her pussy creamed as she
quickly moved her fingers around her clit.

“I’m gonna come.”

“Yes.”

She screamed his name just as he lost his own battle with
holding his orgasm down. He couldn’t stop the flow of cum from the end of his
dick any more than he could stop the world of
spinning.
Liquid seeped down between them, coating his thighs.

“Ah fuck!”

* * * *

“What?”

“I forgot the condom.” He slowly slid out of her, releasing
her legs so she could stand on her own. “God, I’m such a fucking idiot!”

“Easy, slick.
It’ll be fine.”

“No it won’t. I never forget a condom unless I’ve been with
a woman a while.”

“I’m on birth control. It’s fine.”

He shoved his hand through his hair in a motion she’d come
to realize meant he was agitated. “What about other things? I mean I’m clean.”

“Me t
oo.”
She leaned against the wall for support
as her legs still shook from the force of her orgasm.
Having so many so close together almost hurt, in a good
way.
“Not like I fuck around a lot, Jason.”

“I didn’t think you did, although I really don’t know you
very well.”

“Yet you were willing to fuck my brains out?”

“It’s not like that, Peyton. You and
me
are like two peas in a pod.”

“How so?” she asked, moving on shaky legs toward the pile
of clothes on the floor. The need to be covered overwhelmed her. Someh
ow, this wasn’t the way she thought their conversation
afterward
should go. Not like she expected professions of love or
anything, but she sure didn’t think he would go all
prude
on her.

“We both want the same things.
Sex without strings, right?”

“Yep.”
She slipped her
underwear over her feet, and then stood to pull them up.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting dressed.”

“Why? I thought you were staying the night?”

“I don’t think that is such a good idea.”

“I don’t understand.”

“This is just a fling, Jason, no
thing
more. I mean, not that I wouldn’t mind having sex with you now and again. What
happened here tonight proved we’re pretty good together. I just don’t want
anyone to get any ideas we are a couple. If your family sees you taking me home
in the morning,
they might think there is more to
this than there is.”

“True.”

“Good. Then why don’t you put some clothes on so you can
run me home.” He frowned as he watched her pull her chemise on.
“Problem?”

“No. I just like watching you.”

“Get dressed?”

“Yeah.
It’s se
xy.”

She rolled her eyes as she smiled. Why did she think this
guy was the most adorable cowboy she’d ever seen and there had been a few of
them in the couple of years she’s lived in Bandera. “Put some clothes on,
cowboy, so we can go.”

“Fine, but don’t bl
ame me if we
stop somewhere along a back road and fuck again before we get to your place.”

“I’m not
havin
’ sex with you in your
truck.”

“Wanna bet?”

They were both laughing by the time they made it out the
door. She really didn’t think he’d fuck her on the
way home, but sure enough, they stopped at a small gate outside his parents
place. “What are you doing?”

“We’re gonna fuck again before I get you home.”

“Really, Jason.
This behavior is so
becoming of you. I love it!”

“Good.” He pulled through the gate
until he found a flat spot near a tree. “I have a couple of sleeping bags
behind the seat. Let’s fuck under the stars.”

The minute he jumped out of the truck, she had to giggle.
In all the time she’d been sexually active, she’d never had sex in the back of
a pickup under the stars. This would be a first, although
she kind of hoped there would be more firsts with him. He kind of turned her
upside down and inside out with his kissable lips, luscious body and killer
personality. She just hoped she wasn’t getti
ng in
over her head with him. The last thing she needed to do was fall head over
heels in love with a playboy like Jason Young.

Chapter Six

Morning raised its ugly head as Peyton rolled over in her
bed. The night before had been what sexy dreams were made of and she didn’t
want to wake up from that particular dream quite yet. Sunlight poured through
the lacy curtains on her window, willing her
to open
her eyes and face the day, a day without Jason Young next to her. She had the
memories though. Those would have to do until the next time she could get him
to make love to her like he had last night.

“You are so screwed, Peyton Matthews.” She sat
up as she pushed the hair out of her face. “The last thing
you should be worrying about is getting that man back in your bed. You need to
focus on school and work.”

She had to work tonight at The Dusty Boot so she rolled
back over on her bed and closed he
r eyes. She’d need
the extra sleep if she was going to make it through her two a.m. shift without
being tired to the bone.

Her cell jingled on the side of her bed, indicating a text
message had come through.
Who could that be? The
person obviously doesn’t
know I don’t answer before
noon.
She struggled to sit up, realizing again she was
completely naked beneath the sheet. When Jason had finally got her home, she’d
quickly stripped off her clothes and went to bed since it was three in the
morning by then.

After she tucked the sheet around her breasts, she grabbed
her phone to check the message.

Hey beautiful. Are you up?

“He seriously thinks he’s talking to me at this time of
morning?” she grumbled, as she stared at the screen. “He’s too damned chipper
for nine a.m.” She huffed as she tried to decide whether to
put the phone back on the nightstand or whether to actually answer his text.
After a moment, she decided on the later.

I’m up barely. You’re too damned high-spirited for this
early. What the
hell?

I’m always up early. I’m a cowboy, remember?

Yeah and I’m a bartender who has to work until two in the
morning tonight. I planned on sleeping in today.

Sorry, babe. I wanted to say good morning.

Is that it?

Isn’t that enough?

I suppose. Can I
go back to sleep
now?

LOL Sorry to wake you. Have a great day!

You too.

She laid the phone back on the nightstand before lying back
on her soft, comfortable bed, and closing her eyes. Sleep wouldn’t come.
Flashes of memory bombarded her brain as she relived every touch and every
caress from the night before. Her body caught fi
re.
She needed to come…badly, but she couldn’t. She hadn’t been able to masturbate
herself to completion in some time. Not since Charles broke down her
self-esteem and made her feel like she wasn’t the least bit sexy. Some of the
piercings had come from hi
s emotional abuse. She
didn’t cut, but she felt the need to pierce herself to take care of the
heartbreak from him.

“God, I thought I was over this.”

Tears burned the back of her eyes as she fought not to cry.
Jason thought she was sexy, damn it, so why d
idn’t
she believe him. Maybe she needed to talk to him, but how? He didn’t want to
take this past a physical relationship. Neither did she, right? A man in her
life would complicate things.
School,
life, work.
She didn’t have time for a man on a regular ba
sis.

“Well sleep is out of the question. Maybe I should take a
nice, hot shower and do some house cleaning. That always gets my mind on other
things.”

School would be starting soon and she needed to focus on
that, but for now, she needed to get out of this
funky frame of mind so she could start living again. The counselor she saw
regularly helped her tremendously and that’s why she decided to go into this
particular line of work herself. Hopefully someday she would be able to help
someone just like her.

She
flipped the sheet off before
she walked to her dresser to retrieve some clothes. A shower would be a good
place to start her day. Maybe taking a nap later so she wouldn’t be so damned
tired tonight during her shift wouldn’t be such a bad idea. “We’ll see
how things go.”

For the next several hours, she cleaned to the tune of
country music blaring in her
earbuds
. She liked different
sounds so her music consisted of a wide variety, but today she wanted country
and old rock.

Noon rolled around and her stomach
reminded her she hadn’t eaten.

The doorbell rang, earning a frown from her as she passed
the hallway mirror, headed for the door.
Who could that
be?

She opened the door to find a young man smiling sheepishly
on her doorstep holding a beautiful bouquet of m
ixed
flowers. “Miss Matthews? Peyton Matthews?”

“Yes.”

“These are for you. Sign here, please.” He handed her a
clipboard for her signature.

“Where did these come from?” she asked as she held it back
out for him to take.

After he handed her the vase, he sai
d, “There’s a card attached.”

The flowers were gorgeous. A huge mixed bouquet with
daisies, roses, lilies and flowers she didn’t even recognize, spread out in a
great arrangement big enough to fill her doorway. “Wow. These are gorgeous. I
wonder who they
are from.” Her hands shook, rattling
the flowers in the vase as she moved to set them on the table. She hoped
Charles hadn’t found her. After she’d run from him a few years ago, she’d done
her best to cover her tracks, but there was only so much one woman
could do to protect herself.

Peyton now carried a concealed weapon just for that
purpose.

Wetness coated her palms as she rubbed them down the thighs
of the sweatpants she’d thrown on when she went to clean. Perspiration popped
out on her forehead. She di
dn’t want to open the
card.

She inhaled sharply.
This is
ridiculous. There’s no reason to be scared. You’ve done your best to hide
yourself. He would have a hard time finding you in Bandera, Texas.

Capturing her bottom lip between her teeth, she bit down s
harply to bring herself back into focus. The pain helped.
She snatched the card from its plastic holder, folded the edge back and yanked
it out.

The words blurred a little as she read the sweet card from
the man she didn’t want to have feelings about, but
realized
he was getting under her skin a little too quickly.
          

Thanks for last night. You’re a sexy, gorgeous woman and I
can’t wait to love on you again.

Love Jason

“How sweet.”
The swooping in her
belly calmed as she read the note again. Jason. She tapped the card against her
lips. First the
phone call
.
Then the flowers.
What more should she
expect from the man?

A smile played on her lips for the rest of the day as she
finished
cleaning her house, washing her laundry and
getting ready for work. She needed to get some food. Her shift started soon.
She had to be on top of her game tonight. Saturday’s were pretty rowdy at the
bar most weekends. Lots of cowboys and cowgirls got a lit
tle out of control. Even though it wasn’t part of her job
to bounce, being a woman, she still needed to know when to call in the troops
should someone get too boisterous.

She put on her leather halter top and jeans before she
slipped on her cowboy boots. P
laying the part of
cowgirl wasn’t an easy thing for her, but it went with the persona the bar had
so she’d do what she needed to. Her breasts were displayed enticingly above the
cleavage of her top. The jeans showed off the soft curve of her hips and with
the legs tucked into her pink and brown cowboy boots, she
figured she played the part well enough.

The clock on the wall chimed eight-thirty, rousing her
enough to realize she needed to get moving. The bar waited.

Music blared loudly as she waltzed through
the door several minutes later, to find the place in full
swing. Cowboy hats and rhinestone jeans took up most of the scenery. Neon
lights in every kind of beer graced the wood walls. A band played in one back
corner as the dancers two-stepped around the
floor.
Several people congregated in small groups laughing and having a good time. The
place was packed even for a Saturday night.

“There you are. Good thing you’re here. It’s getting
crazy,” Dan said, wiping the bar on his end, keeping a close eye on the
patrons of his establishment. He owned the bar along with
his wife. The big, burly guy was like a father to her and too many of the other
women who frequented the place. He seemed to take his job seriously. He didn’t
like it when some
drunk
cowboy started
coming onto a woman who didn’t want the attention.

“I’m on it, Dan.” She swung around the bar’s long expanse
and immediately started working her way down the patrons sitting on her end to
see what they needed. Faces blurred as she worked even though her th
oughts were never far from the dark-haired cowboy she’d
left standing on her porch early this morning.

Time sped by without her even being aware of how fast the
clock was ticking until she wiped the sweat from the back of her neck.

“Hey babe.”

She glanced
up into the green
eyes of a man she didn’t know. “What can I get you?”

“You.”

“Not for sale.” She braced her hands on the bar.
“
What’cha
drinkin
’?”

“Whiskey straight up.”

“Do you want one or two shots?”

“A shot at you.”

“Lay off, buddy or I’ll cut you off
and have you bounced right out of here.”

The man rapped his knuckles on the bar. “Fine, give me a
shot then.”

She poured his drink as she noticed an empty table across
the bar the waitress hadn’t cleared yet. Figuring she’d clear the glasses so
they had m
ore clean ones behind the bar, she wiped
her hands and went around the bar’s end to head for the table.

The minute she walked near the whiskey guy, he grabbed her
around the waist and pulled her into his lap. “I told
ya
I wanted a shot.”

“Let go.”

“The lad
y said let go, mister.”

She glanced up into the clear blue gaze of Jason. “I can
handle him.”

Jason ignored her. “I suggest you let go.”

“Or you’ll what, cowboy?
Me
and the lady were
gettin
’ acquainted.”

“Jason, I said I can handle this.”

“You know him, li
ttle lady?”