Cowboy Country (20 page)

"I hope I didn't ruin your business dinner."

"No. Things worked out well. The only thing you did was make me want to throw the whole thing to the wind and come up here to be with you faster, but I had to restrain myself. I had to explain to Justin and Katrina what happened."

"Oh great. They probably think I'm some kind of weirdo or something."

"No they don't. They think I'm a fool for letting you take off like that without stopping you. Do me a favor though?"

"What?"

"While we're here, we need to communicate. If you don't keep things from me and I don't keep things from you, we shouldn't have this problem with information coming out in the open when we don't want it to."

She nodded and laid her head on his chest. "You should get out of these clothes," she whispered, working the remaining buttons loose from their holes.

"Mmm. Should I now?"

"Yes." The warmth of her palm sliding across the exposed skin of his abdomen shot straight to his cock.

"Jacie, I want to make love to you."

"Good. I want that too," she replied, her fingers working at his belt.

"But I care whether it feels like make-up sex to you."

"What's wrong with make-up sex?"

The low growl coming from his throat sounded raw. "Nothin'."

"Besides, we have to be a couple to have make-up sex. Does this mean we're a couple?"

"For as long as you want us to be." He wasn't quite sure why he admitted that to her, but he did without any qualms or hesitation. He meant every word.
Damn the darkness.
He wished he could see the look in her eyes with his admission.

Before he could do anything else, her lips danced over the skin across his chest and abdomen. Her tongue licked a trail from nipple to nipple, first licking then nibbling one and then the other. God, she could set him on fire with hardly anything at all. He had never been with a woman who could crank him up this fast, but Jacie could.

He groaned when her breasts brushed over his cock. She hadn't changed herself. The dress she'd worn downstairs to dinner still clung to her every curve and he wanted nothing more than to see her strip it off, one piece at a time.

"Darlin'."

"Mmm," she hummed against his flesh.

"I want you to do something for me."

She lifted her head, but didn't ask what.

"Stand in front of the window over there and strip for me. Real slow."

Even with darkness surrounding them, he could see the wicked grin on her lips as she stood up on the side of the bed and moved toward the end. With the sparkling lights of Vegas behind her, she turned her back to him as she slowly slid the zipper down. A quick peek over her shoulder with her hair falling around the side of her face and he was caught, hook line and sinker. The damned zipper went past the curve of her ass. Low and behold, one of her sexy thongs exposed her butt cheeks. "God, I love your choice of underwear." Off-white and lacy peeked out from between the folds of her gown.

She turned toward him to let the spaghetti straps slide off her shoulders, but held the front of the dress to her breasts. Her wet, pink tongue slipped out from between her lips and slid along the curve of her pouty mouth. One side of the dress dipped, exposing her satin bra, but he wanted more. He wanted everything. Every inch of her skin needed to be shown to him.

The other side of the dress fell as she dropped it to the floor at her feet. Standing in front of the window outlined by the lights behind her, she looked like a goddess—lightly tanned skin and gorgeous curves all for him. She reached behind her and unsnapped her bra. It too, fell at her feet, revealing the glorious curve of her breasts. The dusky pink aureoles and taut nipples tempted him beyond sanity. He loved her breasts. The thumbs of both hands hooked the edges of her underwear and slowly peeled them down her thighs.

"Tell me what you want, Tucker?"

"You," he growled, springing from the mattress and scooping her up in his arms.

He unceremoniously dumped her in the middle of the bed, and divested himself of his clothes in short order, throwing his shirt one direction and his pants in the other while she giggled at him.

"Where did you put those handcuffs?"

She reached over to the nightstand on her side of the bed and dangled them from her fingertips. "These?"

In seconds, he was beside her and snatching the handcuffs from her hand. He captured her mouth in a soul-searing kiss while he snapped one of the rings around her left wrist.

"Mmm. What do you have in mind?"

"I'm going to lick you from one end to the other," he said, wrapping the chain between the cuffs through the headboard before he snapped the other link around her right wrist. "And then I'm going to make you come so hard, you see stars."

Her breath came out in small pants of air. He knew she was so turned on by their game, she could hardly stand it. Her nipples stood tight and proud, quivering for this mouth and would be willing to bet if he touched her between her legs, she would be wet. One swipe of his tongue over her left nipple brought a moan from her lips. He blew a puff of warm air over the tip that had her whimpering her need. When he pulled it between his lips and sucked, her hips came off the bed as her legs parted. He rasped his palm over the other breast and he pinched her nipple between his fingers. He skimmed his hand down over her abdomen, stopping for a moment to play with her bellybutton ring before he moved on down between her legs. Her whimpers grew as one of his fingers glanced over her clit.

"Tucker, please."

"Oh, we're just gettin' started, darlin'."

He followed the path of his hand with his tongue until he settled between her legs. He brought one leg up, nipping at the skin of her ankle. He slid his tongue up the inside of her leg and stopped to lick behind her knee. He glanced at the pink of her pussy and could see her juices glistened on the lips. The need to dive in a eat her up screamed in his brain, but he fought it off. His soft bites to the inside of her thighs brought more moans from her as she clanked the cuffs against the metal of the headboard. As he got closer to her center, the scent of her arousal drove him crazy. The need to taste her had him on edge, but he wanted to make this special for her. He groaned and moved past her pussy to nip at the inside of her other thigh.

"You're killing me," she growled.

"But what a way to die," he murmured against her skin.

"Please."

"Tell me what you want."

"I want." She licked her lips and closed her eyes. "I want you to lick my clit and make me come."

"Anything your heart desires, darlin'."

The walls surrounding his fingers quivered with her excitement as he slid two inside her. A quick lick to her clit and her hips lifted off the bed. It wouldn't take much to throw her over the edge of climax, but he wanted to drag it out and heighten the end. For several minutes, he'd lick and then stop. Her whimpers got higher pitched and she bit her lips. His fingers did a slow crawl in and out of her clutching channel. He knew she was aware of his teasing, but she didn't understand this drove him just as crazy. His balls felt like they were ready to explode any minute, but he continued to draw out her climax.

"If you don't…hurry up and make me come…I'm going to torture you until your balls fall off."

"But—"

"No buts unless you are talking about mine or yours. I need to come, Tucker, please. God, please."

Unable to stand her pleading any longer, he stiffened his tongue and encircled her clit with a rhythm sure to drive her over the edge within seconds. The explosion of climax hit her so hard, she screamed and trapped his head between her thighs like a vice. He continued to softly lick her clit until her trembling eased and the pressure against his ears lessened.

He lifted himself over her and slid his aching cock into her tight sheath. Her climax lingered. The walls of her vagina gripped him tight and he could feel the quivers of her flesh around him. He clenched his jaw so tight, it ached, but he had to hold back. If he moved too quickly, he would explode before she had a chance to come again. One climax tonight wasn't enough for her in his mind.

"Move, Tucker," she demanded as she wrapped her beautiful legs around him and planted her heels against his butt.

Unable to take the pleading in her voice, his hips rocked almost with a mind of their own. The feel of her heat wrapped around him brought him to the edge within moments. Her soft whimpers told him she was close, but not close enough. He lifted his chest and grabbed her ankles to unlock them from behind him. With both of her calves' draped over his forearms, he got the depth he wanted.

"Oh yes. God yes. Tucker hard please. Hard. Fast."

The tormented growl coming from his lips fueled the fire in his cock. Flesh against flesh. The sounds of hot sex filled the room with each slap of his skin against hers until he couldn't hold on any longer. His balls drew up tight against his groin and he shot his seed deep into her waiting cavity as she screamed his name in an answering climax.

"Holy shit." He groaned when he collapsed onto her chest.

"Yeah. You could say that again."

He eased from her warmth and rolled to his side.

"Uh, Tucker?"

"Hmm?"

"Could you like undo my hands now? My fingers are going numb."

"God, I'm sorry, darlin'. Hang on." He crawled from the bed and walked around to her side. "Where's the key?"

"On the nightstand."

Once the cuffs were off, he rubbed the reddened skin to help the circulation return to her fingers. "Better?"

"Yeah."

"You should have said something before."

"It's okay. I was a little preoccupied at the time. I really didn’t feel it until we…um…finished."

He crawled back into the bed and pulled her close.

"This is nice. I love cuddling like this with you," she whispered. Her fingers skimmed over his chest and through the hair.

Cuddling hadn't been one of his strong points in the past, but with her, it came naturally. The need to hold her had become part of him just like loving her. He couldn't fight it if he tried.

Within moments, her breathing slowed and she slept.

Tears burned behind his eyes and he fought the ache in his heart. He knew once their two weeks was over, he'd let her go and never tell her while she could hear, the love he held in his heart.

CHAPTER TEN

For the next several days, Tucker escorted Jacie around town to the balls, dinners, galas and events he had planned and needed to attend. The tests on the blood for the bull came back negative, thank God. She really didn't want to know what he would have done if for some reason they had been positive. He already had talked about killing Kyle on the trip through Oklahoma and he'd put into motion a plan to put the other man out of business. The opening of a large truck stop in Littleton would accomplish it in short order.

She often found Tucker staring at her when he was across the room. She would ask what was wrong but he would say nothing. Their love making became almost desperate. Their time would be coming to an end soon and it seemed like he wanted to leave a lasting impression on her. Little did he know, she would never forget him, but he would never know she'd fallen in love with him either. He didn't want a wife or permanent fixture in his life and she couldn't see being a temporary one. It wasn't her style. If it meant being alone, then alone she would be.

The day for her ride came. He stood at the railing watching avidly. She could see his broad shoulders and dazzling smile from her position at the starting line. Her mare danced under her hand, itching to run, but she needed to get her mind off her lover and on her ride.

The barrels sat in position—the dirt smooth and dry. This run meant everything. If she made a good time on her pattern, she would be in the money. She let her mare have her head and they shot across the line like a bullet. Once to the left and twice to the right without knocking over a barrel—that's how it's done. Her mare grazed one barrel when she turned to the right, but it didn't fall. Around the last turn and shoot for the gate.

A roar of approval from the crowd told her the time would be good before she looked over her shoulder. The time board said fourteen point three five seconds. Moments later, she rounded the corner near her horses stall to find Tucker standing nearby.

"You did awesome!"

"Thanks."

After she dismounted, he swept her up in a hug and twirled her around. The kiss he planted on her lips would have set the place on fire if there had been fuel nearby.

When he lifted his head and grinned, all she could do was say, "Wow."

"You're done, right?"

"Yes."

"How about we get Brandy settled down, grab some food, then we'll find us somethin' to stay busy with for a few hours until the awards tonight."

She fingered the buttons on his shirt as she peeked through her lashes. "What do you have in mind?"

His lip came out in a pout. "I would think you knew me well enough by now to know exactly what I'm thinkin', darlin'."

The big baby in him made her laugh. So he wanted some wild lovin', did he?
I think I can accommodate.

"Maybe some shower sex?"

"Sounds promisin'."

"I thought you might like the idea a little."

"A little, hell. I like it a lot." He nuzzled her ear and nipped at her earlobe. "I need to check on the bull and clean his stall out some before we take off. They'll be usin' him today."

"Are you sure you don't want to stay?"

His gaze turned serious and she knew he wanted to. It burned bright in his eyes. This meant everything to him. He had worked hard for this and if his bull somehow pulled out Bull of the Year, he would be set for a long time to come.

"Let's stay for a while. At least until Lightning Strike does his thing and then we'll go."