Chase and Seduction (13 page)

A glistening drop of pre-cum formed on the tip, and without hesitation, her pointy tongue laced out and licked it from him.

His body shuddered with hot, mind-bending lust and he almost gave in and let her suck him off, but he wanted to follow her lead. He'd play the dominant to her submissive today. A game he'd love to play more often with her.

"I didn't tell you to lick me, woman."

She blinked her eyes at him and shrugged. “I do what I want.” She licked him again. “What are you going to do about it?"

"Ah, naughty girl. You know what happens when you don't obey.” He walked around in back of her. “Spread your legs for me."

She complied and he thrilled at the shiver that visibly shook her body.

He knelt, his legs between hers, only touching her in one place, the head of his rod on her plump ass cheek. The contact sent a volt of electricity charging up his cock to his balls.

"What happens when I don't obey?” she asked, breathy excitement in her tone.

He wanted to touch her. To hold her and kiss her neck, play with her nipples and find her clit, but this was her game, and he'd play by the rules. “Bend over."

She did, setting her hands on the blanket.

The scent of her tangy musk reached his nostrils, and his cock jerked, wanting to be sliding into that sweet creamy pussy. “Further,” he said, needing to see how far she'd go with this.

Immediately, she bent lower, pressing her cheek to the blanket, her arms over her head. “Chase,” she whispered.

He swatted her butt cheek. “Do you deserve a spanking?"

"Mmm hmm."

This time, he smacked her harder, but on the other cheek. “Have you been naughty?"

"Yes. Very, very naughty."

The wind picked up and folded the corners of the blanket, but Chase didn't care about anything but this sex goddess offering herself to him.

He spanked her ass four times, leaving red handprints on her white skin. Had he been too rough?

She cooed, “Even naughtier."

Her invitation to make it rougher send a harsh buzz through him, and he paused to open the condom and slide it on his pulsing cock. Thrusting his hips forward until he touched her, the heat of her slit burned him through the condom.

Letting out a cry, she arched back onto his cock, impaling herself, a shudder ripped through her body. “You feel so huge inside me."

His head dropped back with the pleasure of his shaft deep inside her canal, but he couldn't follow his body's urge to jackhammer into her. She started this game, but he had to make the rules. With his hands on her ass, he withdrew and spanked her. Hard. A half a dozen times. “I set the pace, woman."

"Please. Don't make me wait."

Her whimper turned him wild, and an inch at a time he jerked his rod inside her slick cunt, punctuating each thrust with a slap. “Do you like that? When I fuck you and spank you?"

Reno's face pressed into the blanket and her nipples rubbed against the cloth, working up a friction as Chase slid his cock into her pussy. “Uh huh. Yes. More. Please.” She hadn't been spanked before, and when the idea popped into her head today, she didn't know how to ask him for it. So she teased and taunted him until he got the message.

And oh, God, how he jumped right in and took over. The sting on her ass combined with the pleasure of his big, hard rod sliding in and out of her slit turned up the heat inside her, melting her inhibitions, and making her crave more.

He rammed into her, deep and fast, and smacked her a couple times, but quickly there were fewer slaps as his palms grasped her butt cheeks and held her in place while he pistoned his cock into her sensitive canal, his balls slapping against her mound.

His hand slid down from her ass to her clit, barely touching her before her pussy convulsed around his shaft, her body shivering and shimmering out of reality, into a pleasure so fantastic that it brought tears to her eyes.

And he joined her in orgasm, his groan loud, “Reno, goddamn, I want to...” He thrust into her, his thigh muscles bumping hard against her soft ones as he sought to bury himself deeper.

Then they collapsed onto the blanket with him behind and half on top of her. He wrapped an arm around her and kissed her neck, then bit her lightly, and sucked her skin into his mouth, leaving his mark. “Mine."

She closed her eyes and snuggled into the arm he held strongly around her, pressing his palm to the valley between her breasts. “My heart is yours, too."

Chase stiffened.

Reno's eyelids popped open and she glanced up at him. What had she said? It was too early to talk about...love. He looked down at her, his face scrunched into a confused frown. Or was it?

Smoke nickered and tossed his head, and they saw Chase's hat on the path. The wind had taken it, and another brief gust sent it flying two feet further away.

Chase jumped up and went after it and Reno watched his tight ass flex as he ran.

Then he set his hat on his head and looked out over his land, a potent mixture of pride and appreciation on his face. The same way she looked at her home in South Dakota. She loved the idea that he was so much like her. Hard working, unaffected by stardom. Born and raised in a small town, valuing people for who they were, not what they owned. Not like Drake, and not like the literary elite he called “friends.” She never fit into his crowd, no matter how hard Drake tried to reshape her.

But how would she fit into Chase's crowd? He talked about the guys in his band, his manager, a few of the neighbors, and a couple country stars he called friends. What would they think of her? Just another in a long line of Chase's women? She would prove to them she was good for Chase, a worthy partner for him.

He caught her stare. “What's on your mind, Reno?"

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Reno sat on the blanket as Chase stood over her, gloriously naked except for his hat. She shrugged and smiled then glanced away. She wasn't ready to share this intimate trail of thoughts with Chase. It'd probably scare him half to death.

Across the lake, the sun snuck below the treetops, sparkling its last rays across the waves made by a fresh breeze. Birds chirped in the willow tree on the shoreline. She could be happy here.

Caught by the wind, the condom packet tumbled against her leg. She picked it up and tucked it into the picnic basket. She brought a lot of them with her, wanting to contribute her half of the birth control expense, since she hadn't been able to start on the pill yet. But her periods had always been irregular, and she had to wait until after her next period to start taking the oral contraceptive. She just had to be patient.

"Look.” He pointed to the lake.

Her hat floated, half-submerged in the middle of the lake like a waterlogged canoe. “Oh, pooh. I paid twelve dollars for that hat."

"Twelve bucks? Hell, can't waste all that money. Let's go rescue it.” He secured his hat under the picnic basket, and called, “Race you.” He took off without warning.

"Cheat!” she laughed as she scrambled to her feet and followed.

He whooped and hooted as he did a high-step run into the shallows, then dove in when it was deep enough. By the time she caught up to him in the middle of the lake, Chase had her soggy, unstarched hat on his head.

"Ruined?” She tread water next to him.

"Yup. We'll have to go to town and shop some."

She swam closer, wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his shoulders. His big muscles worked harder to keep them both afloat. “I don't want to go to town. I want to stay here."

"Forever?” His tone sounded teasing, but his eyes were serious. He looked to her for an answer.

She smiled, the sweet knowledge that he waded into the same intimidating waters as she did, gave her heart a jolt. But she didn't want to rush it. Not with this man, who possessed every quality she was looking for in a mate. They had to go slowly, set a good, strong base for their relationship.

She answered, “For now."

The next evening, they sat at the poolside table finishing the grilled steaks he cooked. Chase stretched and said, “Wanna put your cowgirl boots on and go dancin’ with me?"

"Dancing?” She took the last sip of her beer.

"Yup. There's a thing I want to be a part of."

As she picked up the dishes, she asked, “What kind of thing?"

He helped her carry the leftovers into the kitchen. “It's hard to explain. You'll see when we get there."

An hour later, he turned his pickup truck into the driveway of a huge one-story building with neon lights in every window. The place stood in the middle of nowhere, the only other building was a gas station across the road. “A bar? This is where you're taking me?"

He parked twenty rows back, jumped out and walked around the truck. Opening her door, he grinned under his tan cowboy hat. “Yep.” They walked across the crushed shell parking lot.

She tucked her hand around his arm, feeling the soft flannel of the rolled-up sleeves of his blue shirt. A sexy, new look on him. “The ‘thing you wanted to be a part of’ is a bar?"

"No. It's
in
the bar.” He winked. “And you look beautiful tonight, Reno."

She'd worn her boots, as instructed, and a short denim skirt and a cap-sleeved, red blouse. But they hadn't made the trip into town yet to buy her a new hat.

When they walked in the door, the muscle-bound bouncer rumbled, “Mr. Tanner."

Chase shook the man's hand. “Mr. Miller.” From a roll of cash in his pocket, Chase peeled a twenty and handed it to the big man.

The bouncer held up his hand. “You're free tonight."

Chase shook his head. “For the cause."

"Thank you.” The employee took the twenty and stuffed it in a big glass bottle on the floor, then tipped his hat to Reno. “Ma'am."

She smiled and looked around. Two huge bars ran the length of the opposite walls, a band played a familiar country song in one corner, and what had to be a hundred people two-stepped around the dance floor.

Chase nodded toward the dancers. “Wanna?"

"Sure.” She grimaced. “It's been a long time, though."

"C'mon. I'll learn ya."

He swung them in among the dancers and expertly lead her through two rotations around the floor before the lead singer yelled, “Yee-haw, folks! We have a celebrity here tonight!"

Chase nodded to the man and kept dancing.

The singer said, “Chase Tanner has agreed to sing a song for us, on one condition—y'all need to open your wallets.” He took off his hat and set it on the floor at the front of the stage. “If you tightwads can cough up enough money to fill this hat, he's gonna come up here and perform for us."

People around them hooted and clapped, and folks made their way to the stage and dropped cash in the hat.

Reno asked, “What's the money for?"

Chase looked over her shoulder then turned her. “That couple at the bar owns a horse rescue operation, and they're having a rough time."

How wonderful that the entire community supported them. She looked up into Chase's eyes. “It's so nice of you to help your friends."

He shrugged. “Don't know them. Just know they need some help right now."

A sweet ache choked off her breathing. “You're amazing, Chase. I knew you were a good cowboy, but I didn't know how good."

One side of his mouth curled up, and she would swear he blushed. “A person's gotta do what he can for others."

The song ended, and they looked up at the stage. The hat overflowed with money, some of it tumbling out onto the stage.

"Well...” Chase led her to the bar. “Looks like I have to go to work."

A gentleman cowboy stood and offered Reno his barstool. “Ma'am."

Chase said, “Thank you. Would you mind looking after my lady for a few minutes?"

The man blustered, “Mr. Tanner, it would be my pleasure.” Taking the position of bodyguard seriously, his chest puffed out.

Chase winked at her and kissed her hand. “Be right back.” He headed across the dance floor.

The singer announced, “Ladies and gentlemen, Chase Tanner!"

Chase ran and jumped up on the stage to the screams and shouts of the crowd. He spoke to the band, then turned and pulled the microphone from the stand. “Thank you all for comin’ out tonight to support the Wild Horse Rescue Ranch."

The audience shouted again.

"Many of us here tonight have been blessed. We have more than we need, and I want to commend you for sharing with your neighbors.” He nodded to the drummer.

One of his ballads started, and he sang slow and low, filling the dance floor with couples, and mesmerizing Reno. He knew how to make love to the audience with his voice. When the song finished, he thanked the crowd and tried to hand the mic back to the singer, but the crowd clapped and chanted, “Chase! Chase! Chase!” and the singer shook his head and pointed to him.

"Okay,” Chase said, tipping his hat forward. “You asked for it!"

His famous rocker about the woman with the big bottom started playing and he gyrated as he sang.

A group of young women congregated in front of the stage, a few of them showing him their amazing cleavage and turning around to flaunt their ample butts.

But Chase kept his eyes on the dancers, or on Reno. Anywhere but on the sweet young things that would undoubtedly jump at the chance to spend the night with him.

He finished the song. “Thanks again for letting me interrupt this great band."

The audience chanted, “One more! One more! One more!"

He shook his head. “My girlfriend is sitting all alone at the bar, and what kind of a cowboy would do that to a beautiful lady?"

Reno glanced at her bodyguard, who grinned down at her. She felt her face warm at Chase's words. “Girlfriend,” she whispered. Never had one little word made her feel so happy.

Chase jumped off the stage and sprinted through the crowd, high-fiving them and humbly accepting their praise with thank-yous. When he reached her, he shook her makeshift bodyguard's hand. “Much obliged, sir."

"Thank
you
for coming tonight. You're as stand-up a man as they say you are."

Chase winked at Reno. “Did you hear that, baby? I
am
a good cowboy."