Cowboy Country (11 page)

"It's because I'm in this damned chair, isn't it! I can still perform like any other man. It takes a little more imagination, but my dick still works."

"It doesn't matter, Phil. Having sex with you isn't an option. You being in a wheelchair has nothing to do with me wanting you."

"Is there a problem, Jacie?" Tucker asked, taking her attention away from Phillip.

"No. I think it would be best if we slept in the trailer though. I don't want to put Phil out having guests in the house."

Phillip glowered for a moment. Seconds later, he spun the chair around to wheel himself to the house. The slam of the front door left her feeling hollow inside.

"You okay?" Tucker ran one hand down her arm in a soothing motion.

"Yeah. I hate disagreeing with him."

"It sounded like a pretty heated argument."

"I guess." She took two steps and immediately regretted leaving his immediate nearness. "I'm ready for bed. We can leave the trailer right where it is. I hope you have enough propane in the tank to keep us warm. It's gonna get pretty cold tonight." With a sweep of her hand, she said, "Shall we? I hope you don't mind the cat being with us. She has her box and she'll be fine."

Tucker opened the trailer door to hold it for her. "No problem."

When she entered, the warm hues of brown, black and gold drew her gaze and she sighed. The warmer colors always were her favorites. She rubbed her arms to calm the goose bumps of anticipation running crazily across her skin.

"The bedroom is back there, but if you'd rather, I can make up the couch. It's pretty comfortable too."

"Great. I'm sure the couch will be fine," she replied, hoping he didn't hear the nervous hitch in her voice.

"Let me grab some blankets out of my closet. If you grab the cushions off there, then I'll pull it out."

"All right."

Tucker disappeared through the bedroom doorway as she pulled the things off the couch in order to make it into a bed. She could have slept in her truck, but she would have had to run the engine all night to keep it warm. This worked out better all the way around.
Except having him sleeping in the next room wasn't going to be the easiest thing to handle.

"Here we go," he said, returning from the bedroom. Within moments, he had the couch pulled out and sheets on the bed. "I think you'll be cozy enough in there unless you'd rather join me in my bed."

The temptation was almost too much. His eyes sparkled with lust, his lips called to her like a siren's song. Her body begged for him to touch her, but she refused to give into the temptation.

"Strictly business, Tucker." Her words didn't hold the strength of conviction like they had before.

"If that's what you want."

"Yep," she replied, tossing the pillow toward the top of the bed. Macy walked across the top of the bed, eyeing Jacie with a bored look.

"Okay." He turned to go back into the bedroom, but stopped to glance her way. "A little warning in case you sleepwalk or something. I sleep naked."

The lump in her throat threatened to choke her as he winked and shut the door between them.

"Great. Just fucking great. Sleeps naked. Of course, he does," she grumbled, yanking her jeans off her hips.

Slipping beneath the sheets made her suck in a ragged breath. The soft brush of cotton felt good against her heated skin, but the temperature of the bed was frigid. She huddled under the covers and waited for the bed to warm while she thought about the sexy as sin man sleeping not fifty feet from her. He could be totally annoying, but he also could stop a woman dead in her tracks with one of his smiles. God forbid, if he gave you a wink—Lord have mercy the man made her think of changing her mind about the business only part of their deal, if only for one night. If only he'd take the choice away from her. If only he'd—

The door slipped open and she heard a soft whisper of her name. "Jacie?"

"Yeah?" she asked, her gaze immediately noting his lack of clothing. The wide expanse of his chest, the narrowing of his waist and the tapering of his powerful legs, made her mouth water. Her vision ricocheted back to the nest of curls between his legs to the impressive erection straining against his stomach.

"Come here."

She didn't think—didn't do anything but jump from the makeshift bed, startling the cat into a loud yowl as Jacie launched herself into his arms.

The sizzle of his mouth on hers told her he wanted this—wanted her. She reveled in the fact of his desire. His tongue explored the seam of her lips, asking for permission to deepen the kiss. Her lips parted of their own accord as she groaned at the touch of his tongue against hers. He pulled her tighter against his chest so she could feel every muscle and every plane of his hard body. His hands roamed down her back before settling on her hips. The feel of his hard length sent her desire spiraling out of control. The need for this man scared her, but she could do nothing except go along for the ride.

Scorching heat from his lips, trailed over her cheek until he reached her ear.

"Not having sex with you isn't an option. I crave your touch on my skin. I yearn for the feel of your heat wrapped around me."

"I'm glad the feeling is mutual," she murmured as he seared a path down her neck.

The material of her shirt disappeared with little more than a tug of it over her head. Cool night air hit her skin, making her shiver. Or was it the heat in his eyes?

"I didn't want to push, but God, I want you. Earlier did nothin' more than whet my appetite for you." His sexy smile and come-to-me look, made her pussy throb.

He ran one finger down her cheek, pausing at the rapid beating of her heart at the base of her throat, and then skimmed down to caress the top of her breast. The calluses on his fingers rasped over her skin in a delicious sensation of roughness against her sensitive flesh.

"You're beautiful," he whispered. "Round in all the right places. Soft to the touch. I could stroke your skin for hours."

One hand wrapped in her hair, tugging her head back.

"Kissin' you is fabulous too. I love the way your mouth molds to mine."

"You talk too much, Tucker."

A warm chuckle left his lips as his eyes sparkled like blue diamonds in the faint glow of the light outside. Crisp hair brushed against her nipples, pulling them into tight little nubs.

He tugged her hand, pulling her back with him until they stopped at the end of his bed.

A groan passed his lips with the brush of her hand against the bulge of his cock pulsating against her abdomen. "You're killin' me, darlin'."

"Make sure you stay alive long enough to slide this impressive piece deep enough to make me come."

"No problem. I got it covered," he murmured.

They fell across the bed in a tangle of arms, legs and seeking lips. With one hand on his shoulder, she pushed him onto his back to skim her tongue down his torso. She nipped at the button of his nipple, bringing a hearty moan to the surface of his mouth."You're gonna pay for torturing me."

"Mmm. Really? I'm looking forward to it." She smiled against his skin.

Seconds later, she followed the trail of hair from his chest with her tongue, over his six-pack abs, to the head of his cock. One drop of pre-cum glistened on the tip, tempting her to taste, enticing her with the smell of sex and man lingering on his skin. Saliva filled her mouth. Swiping her tongue from root to tip had him lifting his hips. She swirled her tongue around the head before she took him fully in her mouth. Groans of need spilled from his lips with each pass over him until he pulled her up and flipped her over. His left hand pinned both of hers above her head.

"No fair teasing me."

"All's fair in love and sex."

"So, you won't mind if I torment you for a bit, eh?" The rough pad of his tongue slipped over her cheek to her ear. Teeth nipped at her earlobe. Goose bumps skittered across her flesh. The tender, ultra-sensitive spot below her ear became the focus of his attention. Toes curls, thighs parted, wetness seeped out of her pussy to coat the inside of her underwear. She wanted him, needed him with every fiber of her being.

"Tucker, please."

"No rush. We have all night."

His mouth closed over her left nipple and she almost flew apart from the sensation of his tongue sliding over the aching tip.

"Look at me, Jacie."

She opened her eyes to find him hovering over her. The blue of his gaze was almost encompassed by the dilated pupils.

"Don't ever think I don't want you. You can turn me inside out with a simple look. Being good at sex all depends on who you're with. I think you and I together will be damned good."

The hot length of his cock pressed against her thigh. There was no mistaking his arousal. Need spiraled, burning a path from her nipples to her clit and every inch in between he touched. He'd said she turned him inside out, well he could melt butter with his smile. When he touched her—holy shit!

"Stop thinking. Just feel."

The roughness of his palm chafed her nipple.
Damn,
did it feel heavenly.
His lips brushed down her throat. His tongue found her rapid pulse, flicking it for a second before continuing down her chest, past her belly button ring, to settle between her thighs. Anticipation zipped down her spine. Expectation of the feel of his tongue on her clit made her whimper under her breath. Raymond never wanted to do this for her and didn't care whether she got pleasure out of their love making or not.

Stop thinking. Let him do this for you.

With the first brush of his tongue, the whimper she'd trapped in her throat, rushed past her lips. He licked from pussy to clit in one long stroke. Need pulled tight, centering right where he focused the tip of his talented tongue. Several swirls over her clit had heat rushing from her toes through her belly. Her climax hit her like the crash of waves against jagged rocks as his name spilled from her lips in a cry.

A warm kiss to the inside of her thigh brought her back down on a sigh. The flick of his tongue at her belly button ring forced a stifled giggle from her lips. She never knew that particular spot could be an erogenous zone, but it apparently was.

"Laughing while a man is making you feel good, doesn't help his ego you know," he murmured as he reached her lips.

"You playing with my ring made me giggle."

"I love those things. They are a major turn-on for me."

"Well, your tongue there is a major turn-on for me."

The smooth head of his cock bumped at her center.

"Really? I guess I'll have to play there more often then."

Wiggling her hips brought him closer still. "You do have a condom, right?"

"Of course. I didn't want to get caught with my pants down and no protection."

She skimmed her palm down his chest, across his rigid abdomen and encircled his cock. "Want me to put it on?"

"I think I'll take care of it."

A silver-wrapped package appeared from where, she didn't know and didn't care.

"Ribbed, huh?"

"Uh-huh. A little extra sensation never hurt anything."

With the condom in place, he eased inside her. They groaned in unison. The slick slide of his cock and the feel of the ribbing brought her desire spiraling to the surface again.
God, he felt good
.

He pulled her left leg up on his hip as she wound the other onto his right. She locked her ankles behind him as he lifted his chest, changing the depth of his penetration to unbelievable. The cradle of her pelvis fit perfectly against his. His hips rocked, sliding his cock deep inside her. The rhythm of his thrusts drove her to the brink and held her there. Breathes came out in a rapid pant as blood rushed in her ears, blocking out everything except Tucker from her thoughts. She tried to urge him on with the pressure of her heels against his ass, but he refused to speed up. If he wanted her to beg, beg she would.

"Faster."

"Easy."

"No, now. Hard. Fast."

The growl coming from his mouth notched her desire higher. Shifting his hips, he slammed his groin against hers. The sounds of flesh slapping flesh, the smell of sex in the air and the rush of feelings growing inside her heart, had her choking on tears—tears she would never let him see.

"Come with me, Jacie."

His words drove her past caring. Heat rushed through her, spiking hard on her clit. The brush of his thumb on the sensitive nub pushed her into her climax.

Her name on his lips when he followed her over the edge, clutched at her heart.

* * * *

His breathing slowed while Tucker buried his nose in her neck. The scent of her unique perfume wrapped itself around his heart, squeezing until he almost lost his sanity.

What in the hell just happened? I've never shot my load so quick and still wanted more.

He rolled onto his side and tucked her next to him. Her head rested on his chest as her fingers played in the dark hair beneath her hand.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Perfect. You are one hell of a lover."

"Thanks." He eased his fingers over her shoulder and down her spine. "I think."

"It was meant to be a compliment."

"Have you had several?" Not sure why he asked that, he frowned and slid to her side.

"No, but you are by far the best so far."

So far?

"Hmm?"

"We should start the heater. It's going to be mighty cold in a few minutes without clothes on, no blankets and no heat."

"True." Slipping out of the bed, he moved toward the thermostat on the wall to flick it on. The heater fired up with a whoosh. "Scoot over, darlin' and we'll pull the covers up. The heater will have it warm in here in a short time, but I'd rather have your skin next to mine for the night."

One dimple appeared in her left cheek with her smile. Her hair lay in a cloud around her shoulders, making his fingers itch to bury themselves in the thick strands. The gold flecks in her eyes fascinated him. What changed her mind about them having sex, he wasn't sure, but he would take full advantage. Their bodies fit perfect together. Her desire matched his. He loved how he could make her scream his name. Her pussy gripped him tight when he slid deep. God, how good it felt. Heaven could only describe the feeling of being buried deep inside her warmth.