Bullwhipped (A Cowboy Romance) (8 page)

“Who is that?” his father asked, pulling the door open wider.

Ducking his head, Cale took a deep breath. “Dad, this is Olivia. Olivia, this is my father, Dean Warren.”

Olivia extended her hand for him to shake, but he just stared at her. “Olivia.” His voice was stern. “Just what you need, Cale, a distraction like this. Buckle bunnies aren’t going to help you make world champion. You can’t withhold from sex long enough to keep your edge, can you?”

Cale gripped the doorknob as a whole new level of anger hit him. He’d never called his old man out, but at that second, he could have easily beaten the hell out of him. “She’s not a buckle bunny. She’s my girlfriend, and if you have a problem with that you can leave!”

“I don’t think you need to talk to me that way.”

“Just go, Dad. I’ll come by the house tomorrow.”

“This isn’t over, Son.” He prodded his index finger into Cale’s shoulder as he walked past, completely ignoring Olivia as he made his exit.

Cale slammed the door behind him and took a few steps back, avoiding Olivia’s eyes. He was embarrassed that she had seen how his father was. Walking to the window, he slid open the curtain and stared out at the view of the swimming pool.

“Cale, are you okay?”

He didn’t answer her. What was there to say?

“Cale, talk to me.”

“You should probably go,” he replied, though it was the opposite of what he really wanted. “Unless you want to be with a man just like that.”

“What do you mean?” She reached out and her hand skimmed his forearm.

“Since I was a kid, all I ever wanted to be was like my dad. Up before the sun, working the farm and didn’t get home until long after the sun went down. He can outwork any cowboy any day of the week. Hell of a bull rider too. If I can do half of what he did when he was riding, I’d be set.”

“Cale, I’m not sure why you’re so mad.”

He raked his hand through his hair. He wasn’t sure why he was so mad either, but the emotions were pouring out. “You should probably go. He’s going to be watching me at this rodeo. He demands perfection. I need to stay focused.” Why was he saying that? He didn’t want her to leave, but he also wanted to make his father happy.

Olivia turned to go as a few tears trickled down her cheek. “I’m in room six if you change your mind. You’re a good bull rider and I don’t care what your dad says. I don’t care what he thinks of me.”

Cale didn’t acknowledge her as she left. Staring out at the pool again, he closed his eyes. He had no right to take it out on her. She didn’t deserve it, and he was an ass just like his father for letting it happen. Hurrying out the door, he ran up behind Olivia before she got back to her room.

“Livie, I’m sorry.”

She didn’t turn around at first and her shoulders slumped. “You’re not your father, Cale. I don’t even know him and I know you’re better than that.”

“I should’ve never talked to you that way.”

She faced him, her eyes red from her tears. It broke his heart to see her crying, and he reached out and wiped her cheek with his thumb.

“I’ve heard about how your father is. I’m sorry you have to deal with that.”

“He means well, but I don’t want to talk about that right now. Let’s get out of here. Wanna go for a ride with me?” He knew exactly where he wanted to take her where they could have complete privacy away from the rest of the world.

“Where do you wanna go?”

The sun was setting in the distance, which made it even better. Reaching in his pocket, he pulled his truck keys out. “I’m from the area. I know of a good spot that you’ll see when we get there. Let’s just start this over with and pretend all that shit with my dad didn’t happen, okay?”

“Okay, Cale. Let’s go.”

Olivia was seeing a whole new side to Cale. She couldn’t blame him for being so emotional about his dad and what he had said about her. The words did sting, but she wasn’t going to let it bother her. Cale had called her his girlfriend. That alone made everything else disappear.

She was excited when she climbed into his truck. Reaching out, he pulled her to the middle seat, his smoldering gaze playful. “The closer you are, the better.”

He rested his hand on her thigh and looked back to his driving. They were headed down a dirt road lined with trees on each side. She didn’t know he was from the area, but it was even more insight into the man he was. Her breath caught in her throat when he moved his hand up her leg. His fingers stroked her above her jeans and she spread her legs, only for him to push her thighs back together as he slid between them.

“You ready for something new tonight, Livie?” he asked, making a sharp turn down another dirt road that winded against a small hill.

“Yes,” she said, trying hard to catch her breath.

He parked the truck beside a good-sized barn and got out. Following him, she missed his touch, but her heart pounded in anticipation at what his plans might be. Sliding the doors open, the other side revealed several hay bails and a ladder that led up to a loft.

His smile was huge as he walked through, flicking on a light. “I used to spend most of my time out here as a kid. Dad would get on a real mean streak and it was my escape.” He gripped one side of the ladder. “Wanna come up here with me?”

He allowed her to climb first and when she got to the top, it wasn’t what she had expected. “Cale, this is really cool.”

“Home away from home,” he replied, flicking a lamp beside the bed on. “What’d you think was up here?”

“Just figured there was more hay and supplies. Didn’t know it was a bedroom.” There was a TV, a bed, and a dresser. She imagined he was out here a lot, keeping to himself. “Your dad never comes out here?”

“Not since he built a fancier barn closer to the front of the land. He left me in charge of the upkeep on this, so it became my own personal project.” He sat on the edge of the bed and looked around. Patting the space beside him, he arched his eyebrow. “Join me?”

Sitting beside him, she took it all in. It was dusty and closed in, but still a small treasure that Cale found comfort in. Her eyes stopped on a whip hung on the wall. “Is that a…”

“Bullwhip.” Cale got up and grabbed it, running his hand down the leather. “I used to practice all the time.” He flicked it with his wrist, the leather cracking loudly, echoing against the walls of the barn. “You ever play with a bullwhip before?”

He extended it to her and she took it, her hand also smoothing down the leather. It was in good shape and she mimicked what he had just done, only the leather fell loosely to the floor. Laughing, she tried again.

“It doesn’t have the same dramatic effect as you had with it!”

“Takes lots of practice,” he replied as he gripped the handle and hit it against the adjacent wall. Putting it down on the bed, he sat down again, cupping her cheek as he pulled her in for a kiss. “I’ve been wanting to do this since you kissed me in the parking lot in Denton.” Laying her back, he scooted on top of her, his tongue tracing her earlobe. His warm breath tickled her neck and she closed her eyes, savoring the sensuality of his touch and licks on her skin. How was it possible that each time it was even better than before?

Reaching into his back pocket, he pulled out a black handkerchief and waved it in front of her. “Want to be blindfolded?”

He really meant it when he said something new. “Getting kinky, are we?”

“You have no idea. The blindfold is just the start of it.”

Sitting up, she watched as he searched through the barn. “What are you looking for?”

“Something to tie you up with.”

What?
Her arousal grew to a whole new level. Blindfolds and getting tied up – this was going to be an interesting night. He grabbed two tan straps from a drawer and climbed back up the ladder, holding them in front of him.

“It’s cow hide, so it’s really soft. I won’t tie you up unless you want me to.”

Olivia held her hands out, smiling. “You can do whatever you want to me, Cale.”

“You might regret that,” he replied, pushing her back into the mattress again.

He guided her shirt over her head, along with her bra and then took each of her wrists, gently tying her against the metal poles of the headboard. The cowhide was soft against her skin. Her arms were above her head, completely exposing her chest and midsection to him. It was sexy, it was seductive, and Olivia felt the heat grow between her thighs as he paced at the foot of the bed, looking down at her. He waved the black handkerchief, taking his time.

Nearing her again, she took in his scent. He rubbed his erection against her face through his jeans as he lifted her head to tie the blindfold. Everything went dark and if her heart raced any faster, Olivia was certain she’d go into cardiac arrest from the anticipation.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice close to her ear.

“I’m great, Cale.”

His finger traced down her nose to her lips, where he slipped it inside her mouth. “Suck on my finger like you sucked on me the other night.”

She did as asked, tasting the salt on him as he probed it into her mouth. Who would have thought the simple act would have been a turn on, but her body reacted to it. He pulled it from her mouth and continued to move down her body. He circled each nipple with his fingertip and she moaned from the contact.

“Shh, Livie. From here on out, I don’t want you making a sound.”

How in the hell would that be possible? He had already made her feel out of control, especially when it came to the pleasure he’d proven he could give her.

“If you get uncomfortable, let me know. I don’t want to do anything you don’t want to do.”

She nodded, but made a mental note not to say anything. God, did she want this. The blindfold proved to heighten her other senses, and she began to pant when he slipped her jeans and panties down. The air was cool against her naked body, but if things went as planned, she’d be heated up in no time. His finger traced her slit and he spread her legs. It was mysterious not being able to see him. She had no idea what he had planned next, but the loud crack of the whip made her jump. It didn’t hit her, but she could feel the air off of it.

“And you thought we were done with the whip, didn’t you?” It cracked again.

The leather fell onto her stomach, tickling her as it flowed over her body and up to her breasts. The tip brushed over each nipple and then down between her thighs, skimming her sensitive area. She almost moaned but stopped herself as her hips bucked upward. It was a gut reaction to try to move her arms, but the ties held strong. Something hard skimmed between her legs. Was it the handle of the whip? It rubbed against her clit, the pressure so strong that she pulled on the restraints, as if someone else was controlling her body.

She thought she heard his pants zipper, but maybe it was wishful thinking. She longed for him, but the whip continued to hit her in all the right areas, making her hiss through her clenched teeth. There was no slack on the strips of cowhide and Cale’s knots didn’t give way.

“I think you’re really liking this,” Cale said. It was hard gauging how close he was, but when the whip gently slapped her skin, she couldn’t help but let out a small yelp. It didn’t hurt, but it shocked her. In fact, she wanted him to do it again. As if he could read her mind, he repeated it, and the leather hit her skin. “I’m turning you into a bad girl, Livie.”

The bed dipped and she felt his weight over her. His plump lips mashed into hers and she tasted him as his tongue pressed so far into her mouth that it hit the back of her throat. Damn it, she wanted to dig her nails into his back. Being tied up proved to be challenging, so instead, she wrapped her legs around him, feeling his nude body, his arousal, pressed into her stomach. His hand pushed her legs away and he laughed.

“Am I going to have to tie up your legs too?”

She shook her head no, though that could be fun. She wanted to feel every inch of his skin on her.

Kissing her again, he bit down on her bottom lip. “You are so beautiful,” he said as his finger dipped deep into her wetness. His thumb massaged her clit as his finger hit her g-spot and her hips bucked in rhythm. She couldn’t stay quiet much longer and she whimpered as a second finger moved inside of her.

“You stayed quiet longer than I thought you could.”

“Cale,” she moaned, missing his kiss and his hands. Everything had stopped and she was left alone on the bed. Where did he go? He had done enough to get her completely revved up, only to pull back right in the nick of time. “Cale?” she said aloud, lifting her head in an attempt to see him. It was all still pitch black.

She heard the wood floor creak and loud footsteps, and then the bed dipped again. She could tell it was Cale from his musky scent, and she rested her head back on the pillow again. Something luke-warm dripped on her breasts, and his callused hands began to massage it into her skin.

“Baby oil,” he replied, skimming his palms over each sensitive nipple, rubbing gently, caressing down to her stomach and between her legs. More oil dripped on her thighs and he smoothed down her skin, slipping a finger deep into her and pulling it out, teasing her. Another finger slipped to her ass, where his finger circled her. It was a new feeling she had never experienced. The massage felt incredible as he focused all over her body, but she craved him, wanting him deep inside of her.