Boots and Chaps (7 page)

“Please,” she whispered. “Please don’t stop now.”

Rough hands clasped her hips and a thick, hot rod slammed into her channel, filling, stretching and sliding in and out.

He leaned down over her, his breath warm on the back of her neck. “What is your real name, woman? Who are you?”

She shuddered, biting hard on her lip to keep from screaming out. Instead she gasped, “Kiki.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“It’s all you’ll get.”

He slapped her ass harder, the sting making Audrey’s heart beat faster, her pussy clenching around his shaft. She wanted more. “My name is Kiki!” she shouted defiantly, knowing the consequences and welcoming the forthcoming punishment as he spanked her again.

The tingling sensations and having Jackson inside her like this was more exquisite than Audrey could have imagined. She shot up and over in seconds, her body jerking with each spasm of her orgasm.

“I told you not to come until I gave you permission.” Jackson slapped her ass, the resounding noise echoing off the walls of the room. He slapped her again and slammed his cock deep inside her, the force of his thrust carrying her forward until her head bumped the headboard.

Audrey braced her bound hands against the wood, reveling in his rough treatment, rocking back into his next plunge deep inside her. She wanted all of him, hard, fast and forceful. The second wave of an earth-shattering orgasm swept over her. When she came, Jackson thrust one last time, burying his dick to the hilt, his hands holding her bottom tightly against his groin, his body stiff. Only his cock moved, twitching and jerking, surrounded by her channel, pumping his seed into the ribbed condom.

When he finally collapsed, taking her down beside him on the bed, Audrey lay still, her eyes closed, her body shaking with the intensity of what they’d just experienced.

“Are you all right?” he whispered.

“More than all right.” She chuckled softly. “I’m satisfied.”

Her mask shifted, rising up over her cheekbone. She hadn’t realized she still wore her chaps. Her thong panties had been shredded somewhere between the living room and the bedroom, and hell if she knew where her bra had landed.

She couldn’t have moved if she wanted to.

With Jackson’s arms pulling her against him, spooning her body into his big, muscular frame, Audrey didn’t want to consider tomorrow. It would come soon enough. Then she’d have to think of some way to keep her secret. One thing was certain, making love with Jackson the way they had tonight and for the second time in as many days had changed everything.

She wasn’t sure she was ready for the repercussions.

Chapter Five

Later in the night, Jackson woke with a rock-hard boner and stared up into pale blue eyes. They peered at him through a swath of a black mask, their pale irises reflecting the moonlight.

Kiki straddled him, still wearing the chaps and nothing else, her bra somewhere in the other room, her boots lying on the floor where she’d kicked them off after their first wild and raunchy round of fucking.

His cock filled her, pressing deep inside her heated, slick warmth.

She rose on her haunches, cool air licking at the base of his balls. Then she lowered over him ever so slowly, her channel tightening around him, gripping him like a snug, juicy glove.

Her pace increased until she practically bounced over him, ratcheting up and down like a piston.

Jackson grabbed her waist, flipped her over on her back and slid a pillow beneath her hips. Then he knelt between her thighs, draping her long, smooth legs over his shoulders.

“Ready for this?” he asked.

“Don’t make me wait.”

“Is that a demand?”

“No, a request.” She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. “Please.”

Leaning over her, he stared down at her, his chin tipped upward. “Who is your master?”

“You are.”

“Then tell me what you want.” He paused.

Her hands, still bound at the wrists, slipped over her stomach and down to the furry mound, parting her folds. “I want you to eat me.”

“How bad?”

“So bad, I’d do anything for you.”

“I’ll take that as a promise.” He leaned forward and ran his tongue across her pussy and up through her folds to tap the tip of her clit. “Like that?” he said, his mouth leaving her sweetness.

“Oh, yessss.” She writhed beneath him, her hips rising to find his mouth.

He licked her, this time pausing to suck her nubbin between his teeth. He bit down gently.

Her back arched, pushing her bottom up off the pillow. “Oh, yes.”

“Does that hurt?” he asked.

“Yes. Oh, yes!” she cried, her bound hands curling into his hair and bringing him back to her. “More, please.”

Jackson obliged, biting down again then licking to ease the pain. Her body settled into a steady rocking motion, matching his tongue’s thrusts against her clit. He swept low and surged into her channel, swirling in the musky, salty juices, his cock twitching, ready to fill her.

He pushed her thighs open wide, then climbed up her body and drove into her until his balls slapped her ass.

Kiki’s legs wrapped around his waist, clinging to him, drawing him ever closer, her muscles tightening and loosening with every stroke.

Tension intensified in his groin, tingling sensations shooting out to every nerve as he catapulted over the edge into a fiery abyss. His thrusts continued until he could move no more. With one hand, he pulled the pillow from beneath Kiki’s hips and wrapped the other arm around her, rolling to the side, maintaining their intimate connection.

Exhausted and fulfilled, Jackson drifted to sleep, his hand cupping one of her breasts, feeling more replete than he’d felt in a very long time. As his thoughts faded into darkness, he reminded himself to find out who Kiki really was. He had to see her again.

As soon as his eyes closed, it seemed light pushed past the slits of Jackson’s eyelids, forcing its way into his vision. Surely it wasn’t morning already. He didn’t want to get up, not when he had a soft, willing woman in the bed beside—

Jackson sat up straight and peered at the empty pillow which still sported a slight indentation from Kiki’s head. He tossed the sheets aside and leaped to his feet, racing into the master bath.

Empty.

Back in the bedroom, he pulled on his jeans, buttoning them while his gaze panned the master bedroom. Surely she hadn’t gone without saying anything? Maybe she’d left a note.

Anger spurred his actions as he flung the pillows aside and dropped to his knees to see if perhaps the note had slid to the floor. No woman could be that good in bed and not mean it, not have any kind of emotional connection. She couldn’t have disappeared without saying something, anything.

Beneath a tumble of blankets and the comforter he found a single bright red boot. So that was the true color of the dark boots Kiki had worn the night before.

Jackson jumped to his feet, his heart hammering, his fingers running across the red leather and bright metal studs, lovingly polished and cared for.

In the light of day, un-befuddled by black lights, strobes and a sexy dancer, the significance of the red boot hit him square between the eyes.

He knew that boot. Hell, he knew the only woman who wore kickass red boots anywhere in the tri-county region.

A grin spread across his face, all anger seeping away as he realized just who the illusive stripper was. Kiki might be her name while wearing a mask, but Jackson knew, beneath the wig, boots and chaps, she was the owner of the Ugly Stick Saloon, Audrey Anderson.

He dragged on his own boots and ran out of the room, the door slamming wide open as he hurried through the house.

“Going somewhere?” Mark stepped in front of him before he could reach the door.

A growl rose up Jackson’s throat, and he fought to keep from shoving his brother out of the way. “I’m going to town.”

“We have a truck coming today to haul the cattle to auction. Did your birthday present make you forget?” Mark’s brows rose as his arms crossed over his chest. “By the way, Luke and I decided we’d hire Kiki again. She’s quite the stripper. Possibly a little more than one man can handle.”

Jackson’s jaw tightened. “She’s not for sale.”

Luke stepped up beside Mark. “Didn’t say she was. Just that she’s for hire as a stripper. She must have liked you enough to go further than we contracted.”

“Shut up.” Jackson shoved Mark aside and pushed through the front screen door.

“We’ll need help getting the cattle culled and herded into the pen. You gonna be here?” Mark called out as he and Luke followed Jackson outside.

Jackson stopped halfway down the front porch steps, torn between what he had to do and what he wanted to do. He wanted to do Kiki—or her alter ego—again…now. But with the cattle truck en route and not a minute to spare to get the steers separated from the rest of the herd, he’d need to be there alongside his brothers.

Damn
.

“I’ll be there.”

Luke glanced at the sky. “Sun’s gonna be brutal today.” He grinned. “You might want to wear a shirt.” Then he sauntered past Jackson and headed for the barn.

Mark followed Luke, both chuckling as if sharing a joke.

The joke was on Jackson. Why should he be all wound up about a woman? A lying woman, who’d made love to him in disguise rather than be on the up-and-up as herself. What was she afraid of?

Jackson sighed. The answers to his questions would have to wait until they loaded the cattle going to auction. He tromped back up the stairs and into the house for that shirt he’d need, cursing life as a cattle rancher for the first time since he’d taken over. Solving the mystery of Kiki would have to wait.

Damn.

For the next ten hours, he and his brothers wrangled cattle, herding, cutting and loading them into the trailers that would carry them to auction. When the last steer trundled up the ramp, Jackson, Mark and Luke dragged their dusty, dirty and tired bodies back to the house for a shower and a cold dinner.

The clock struck ten by the time Jackson climbed out of the shower. Longer summer days only meant more time to work, meaning less time to play. And even less time to follow a woman to the Ugly Stick Saloon.

His body ached—he’d been kicked enough times he’d have bruises to show for weeks—but his livelihood was loaded onto a truck, and soon he’d have enough money to pay the mortgage for the next few months.

He sighed, happy to have one major accomplishment under his belt. But he sure as hell didn’t have the energy to pursue the owner of the red boot. Not tonight.

Not until the next night did he get over to the Ugly Stick Saloon to follow up on a full-blown hunch and a red boot. The additional time had given him perspective and time to hatch a plan.

The door to the storeroom banged open. “Where do you want this whisky?”

Audrey teetered on the stepladder and almost fell. “Charli! Don’t scare me like that!”

Charli set the box of whisky on a shelf and held out her hand. “Get down before you kill yourself.”

“I’m fine. I’m almost done cleaning the fifteen-year-old, sticky, spilled wine off this shelf.”

“Get down. I’ll finish.” Charli grabbed Audrey’s hand and tugged gently. “You’re making me nervous. Hell, you’re making all of us nervous.”

“What do you mean?” Audrey’s cheeks burned as she allowed Charli to pull her down the stepladder to the floor of the storeroom. The storeroom where she and Jackson had first done it. Oh, dear Lord, she hadn’t been able to get the man out of her mind for even a minute.

“You’re as twitchy as a cat in a room full of rocking chairs,” Charli exclaimed.

Twitchy described the way Audrey felt perfectly. Every nerve and blood vessel pounded, keeping her hopping, her body unable to slow down. It was as though she were high on speed with no way to come down.

No, she knew one way, and it wasn’t by cleaning fifteen-year-old wine off a storeroom shelf. A tumble in a certain cowboy’s bed would set her right. She just wasn’t ready to admit she needed a man as much as she needed Jackson Gray Wolf.

“What’s bothering you?” Charli asked.

The door to the storeroom opened again, the music from the dancehall spilling through, providing enough noise Audrey wasn’t required to answer immediately.

Cory leaned in the doorway. He wore his costume for Ladies’ Night Out. Leather vest and chaps over a black thong completed the ensemble. With his white-blond hair and broad shoulders, he’d bring in a ton of money as the women frothed and drank their way into a frenzy. “The show’s about to start. Did you want to introduce the dancers?”

For a long moment, Audrey stared at the chaps, her heart slipping through several beats before it resumed a steady thundering pace. Her pussy creamed as she envisioned what she’d done with Jackson in a pair of chaps just like those. “No, no. Let Kendall introduce the dancers. She knows all of you by name.”

Cory glanced from Audrey to Charli and back again.

Audrey had always insisted on introducing the dancers on Ladies’ Night Out. So? She could step outside the box just once. “Why are you two staring at me? Get to work!” she snapped.

Charli nodded at Cory. “Get Kendall to do it.”

As soon as the door shut, Charli grabbed Audrey’s arms and pushed her against the nearest shelf. “What’s wrong? Why are you acting so weird?”

Audrey struggled between yelling at her assistant and bursting into tears. Last night, she’d come to work, fully expecting Jackson Gray Wolf to blow through the doors, demanding to see Kiki.

He hadn’t.

She ducked her head and tried to wiggle her way out of Charli’s grip. “Nothing’s wrong. Just let me do my job.”

“Not until you tell me what happened the other night at the Gray Wolf party.” Charli stared hard into her eyes. “You danced for them, didn’t you?”

“I told you, Audrey Anderson doesn’t dance for anyone anymore.” She flung back her shoulders, tipping her head high.

“Okay, so Audrey Anderson doesn’t dance for anyone anymore.” Charli’s mouth twisted into a wry grin. “You didn’t really answer my question.”

“Leave it, Charli.”