Bullwhipped (A Cowboy Romance) (2 page)

“For what?”

“For running into you.”

The fast song changed to a much slower song. That figured. Just like in movies, Olivia thought.

“How about you dance with me to make up for it?”

Looking at him again, Olivia felt her cheeks warm up. “I’m not sure.” Her instincts screamed, telling her to run the other way. She didn’t need any complications in her life right now. She was close to getting enough money for her riding school. And just like with the song changing, a handsome stranger swoops in to send her life in a complete derail off of her path to her goals. She couldn’t allow his good looks to detour her.

“Not sure?” He cocked his head to the side and pushed his hat up, revealing more of his face. It took her breath away. Damn, he looked good. “What are you not sure about?”

“I guess one dance wouldn’t hurt,” Olivia replied, her heart racing as he led her out on the dance floor.

His hand shimmied around her waist and he pulled her close. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, feeling intoxicated, though she only had one beer. Glancing up, she saw Leslie in the crowd, a huge grin on her face as she pointed toward her. He met her friend’s approval at least, but she was still very nervous.

His other hand moved against her and with as tight as his hug grew, Olivia wasn’t sure if it was possible to get any closer than they were at that moment. They swayed together to the music, and she wouldn’t have been able to tell anyone what song was playing. Her attention was on everything else – his hands and how they seemed to move lower, the way his hips ground into hers, and his whiskers that rubbed against her cheek as he leaned his head into her. Oh, and his scent – it was musky, leathery, and manly. So manly that it was sending her over the edge.

“So, what’s your name?” he asked, his breath tickling her ear.

“Olivia. Yours?”

“Cale. You from here?”

“No. I’m here for the rodeo.”

He looked down at her, his smile making her heart skip a beat. “Yeah? Me too. You a barrel racer?”

Nodding, she felt the corners of her mouth turn up in a grin. “Yeah. And let me guess, you’re a bull rider.”

“Guilty as charged. How’d you know?”

“I’ve been around rodeo my whole life, Cale. You all have this swagger about you. You’re what our daddy’s warn us to stay away from.”

His smile faded. “Ouch.”

“It’s the reputation. I’m not saying you’re that way.” She felt guilty for bringing it up, but it was the truth. The song faded and the lights flickered on. Her first real look at him was better than the others, and his green eyes popped against his tanned complexion, not to mention the dark hair shooting out from under his cowboy hat. If she stayed much longer, she’d be in trouble. Bull rider or not, the man was gorgeous. “Thanks for the dance, Cale.” Olivia started to walk away, hating herself for being offensive, but she had to make a beeline and get back to her room safely.

His hand clasped in hers, hindering her from getting any closer to the exit. “Where you going so fast, Olivia? It’s not even last call yet.”

“I thought I offended you.”

Cale scoffed and took his cowboy hat off, twirling it in his finger. “Ah hell, if I got offended at every preconceived notion about guys like me, I’d be curled up in a corner somewhere with my thumb in my mouth. You’re right, we’ve got a reputation. But you wanna know something else?”

He pulled her in again, his hand cupping the back of her head as another song belted through the speakers. They stood in the middle of the dance floor, though neither of them moved to the music. Others pushed beside them, but Olivia was lost in the moment, not even caring that they might be in the way.

“What?” she asked, feeling a deep hunger she had never experienced course through her.

Dipping his head, he pressed his lips against hers. Tasting a subtle hint of whiskey on his breath, she opened her mouth, inviting his tongue to slip inside, searching her, tasting her, as his hands skimmed her sides. A moan escaped her, but she was certain he couldn’t hear it over the thumping bass.

Pulling away, he rested his forehead on hers. “I bet you never knew great kissing came with the reputation we have.”

Shaking her head, Olivia felt weak in the knees. Had she not been leaning against him, she probably would have fainted. “No. No, I didn’t.”

He looked at everyone near them and laughed. “I guess if we’re not gonna dance we should probably move.”

“Yeah.” Olivia didn’t know what else to say. She had just kissed a man she barely knew in a bar she never went to. What was happening?

Grabbing her hand, he led her through the crowd and looked over his shoulder at her. “We’re good at other things too, if you know what I’m saying.” His thick eyebrows danced as they got back to the bar. “What do you say we get out of here?”

Olivia wanted to scream out that it was a bad idea. She wanted to say no. But her legs didn’t do what her brain was telling them to. Instead, she continued to walk, allowing him to get her to the door and out on the porch. Kissing him was enough. What else did he have in mind?

“I have a room just down the way here.” He quickened his pace, and to her surprise, Olivia followed. She didn’t do things like this. She should turn around and go the other direction, back to her room where she was certain Oscar was snoozing away.

Cale grabbed the key from his back pocket and slid it in the door. It creaked open, exposing a single bed with a duffel bag on the floor.
Say no!
She was on the verge, but when he turned to face her, any voice of reason had faded, and she had no intention to end this. Kicking the door shut, he pinned her against the wall, kissing her deeply as his hands trailed at her waist. Damn it, he tasted so good and it felt amazing.

Rather than do what was right, Olivia fanned her hands through his hair, knocking his cowboy hat to the floor. His lips moved down her neck and to her collarbone, sending a chill down her spine. She missed his hands when he pulled away and began unbuttoning his shirt. It slipped off to the floor below, and she aided in getting the white cotton t-shirt underneath off, exposing his muscled chest. She slid her hands over his taut muscles, feeling his smooth skin under her fingertips.

Cale guided her hands and her index finger circled around one of his nipples. Closing his eyes, his Adam’s apple bobbed as he growled in pleasure. Stopping, she stood and stared, admiring his perfection in front of her.

“What?” he asked as the corners of his eyes crinkled and his lips parted in a half smile.

“I was just thinking about how I
never
do things like this,” Olivia replied as she placed her hand on his chest, feeling the rise and fall as he breathed.

“Never do things like what? Have sex?” Cale reached out, looping his finger in her belt, drawing her close. “You’re an adult. I’m an adult. What’s to be ashamed of?”

So many things,
yet Olivia didn’t say anything. She wanted this to happen, even if it meant regretting it in the morning. Raising her arms, she felt the cold air of the room hit her as he pulled her shirt over the top of her head, it joining his pile of clothes at their feet. Cale stared for a second, but wasted no time in unclasping her bra. Her top half was completely exposed, but he gave no chance of her feeling vulnerable. Slouching, his mouth clamped down on her breast, his teeth biting at her nipple. She leaned back against the wall as his other hand massaged the other. His small nips were painful, but arousing all at the same time.

“Ahh,” she hissed between her teeth as Cale continued to pay attention to her nipples, sucking, biting, and massaging. His hands cupped her ass, spreading her legs. Her body felt weak, and with the heightened pleasure he was giving her, she was certain she’d collapse at any second.

As if he could hear her thoughts, he guided her to the bed, edging her back against the mattress. With him standing over her, she felt safe. How could she? She didn’t even know him, yet she was allowing him to have his way with her. Suddenly feeling exposed, she crossed her arms over her naked breasts, yet still didn’t feel the desire to get up and leave. Instead, she welcomed him as he worked at her belt and zipper on her jeans.

They slowly slid down her thighs and she kicked out of them, her lacy panties the only article of clothing left, blocking him from her. It didn’t stop him, and his fingers traced into her folds, the friction from the silk and the pressure from his hand arousing. His other hand spread her legs and she closed her eyes, excited about what was to come, pushing back any doubts about moving so fast with him.

Wet warmth took over where his fingers were, and she propped herself up on her elbows, relishing the sight of his head between her thighs. Olivia reached down and ran her fingers through his hair as he flicked his tongue all over her sensitive area. It was erotic that he hadn’t taken her panties off. Her hips bucked upward and she moaned as he finally slipped her panties down, making complete contact with his tongue. Crying out, her head fell back. Cale didn’t let up and she was on the verge, only to be left there when he stopped.

“You ever have someone do that to you, Olivia?” Cale asked as he freed himself from his pants.

“No.” It was a whisper, and about all the energy she could muster.

He spread her legs again, probing two fingers inside. It was the most sensual thing she had felt, and again, her body was out of control. Opening her eyes, she watched him send her heightened pleasure with just his fingers. She noticed his erection, huge and throbbing, and it scared her. She wasn’t a virgin, but it had been a long time since she’d had sex with anyone. His size alone was incredible even if she had been sexually active.

Pulling his fingers away, he walked to where they had left his pants near the door and grabbed his wallet from the back pocket. Sifting through it, he grabbed a condom from it. At least he practiced safe sex. That made Olivia feel better.

Rolling it down over himself, he kneeled on the bed, taking his time. “I’ll go slow, Olivia. I don’t want to hurt you.”

Now was her last chance to say no and end it where it was. It had already gone way too far. It was too fast when they kissed, and now here she was, lying in his motel room, on his bed, and he was about to push deep into her. It was exciting, it was terrifying, and it shocked her that she was allowing it to happen.

Cale inserted the tip, and Olivia’s breath caught in her throat. Looking down at her, he rested his hands on either side of her head, the look of seduction enough to make Olivia finish before he ever got started.

“You okay?” he asked as another bit pumped inside.

It hurt a little, and Olivia spread her legs farther. She shook her head yes and closed her eyes, relaxing as he continued to push in. Though it was painful, it still felt good to have a strong, sexy man on top of her. Burying his face in her neck, his tongue tasted her skin as he stuck to his promise and went slow, going deep until their hips were mashed together.

His pace quickened and the discomfort subsided, replaced by pleasure at new levels. Olivia kept her eyes closed and found herself moaning and making sounds she never knew she was capable of. Cale thrust on top of her, pulling out almost completely, only to shove back in.

“Damn Olivia,” his said as sweat dripped. “Damn…”

He collapsed on top of her and pulled out. She instantly missed him filling her and rolled over on her side as he pulled her in for a tight hug. No one had ever made love to her that way. Technically, it wasn’t making love. You couldn’t make love to a stranger.

His arms were strong and she didn’t want to move. Why did this seem right even though it was wrong? Olivia was confused.

“How was it?” Cale asked, still out of breath.

“Incredible.”

“First time having sex with an infamous bull rider?” he asked, smirking.

“Very perceptive, Cale.”

“I could tell. Now sex with anyone else will just be mediocre.”

The comment felt like someone had punched her in the stomach.
Sex with anyone else.
She was crazy to think he’d want more. After all, they did hop in bed fast. Why would it go any farther than what had just happened? Yet Olivia still felt like it should. Maybe it was her old fashioned ways. Maybe it was the fact that she wasn’t used to one-night stands. And the harsh feeling in her gut was the main reason she had never treaded on casual sex. He had left her wanting more, aching for the pleasure he had sent her through.

She had to cover it up. She didn’t want Cale knowing any of that. Thinking quickly, she said, “There’s that arrogant attitude I mentioned at the bar.”

“I aim to please,” he replied. “Gotta live up to the prejudices placed against me. Guess I did just that tonight.”

Olivia didn’t know what else to say. She let the silence linger, and when she looked back at Cale, he was snoozing away, deep into the pillow. Though she already felt heartbroken about what had just happened, she took a few seconds to admire him. His dark hair was sticking out in every direction and his perfect face seemed content as he slept. Why wouldn’t it? He had fulfilled every guy’s fantasy – picking up a girl in a bar, taking her back home, and sleeping with her, only to not have the drama afterward. It was probably a normal occurrence for him.