Dakota Love Me: Tiller Brothers Book 2 (8 page)

When Georgia woke up she saw Dakota standing in his boxers looking at the strip from her balcony.  She wrapped a sheet around her and joined Dakota.  He leaned down and kissed her and put his arms around her.  “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you yet.  Just woke early and needed some thinking time.  We don’t need to leave to go breakfast until seven-thirty.  That should give you plenty of time to eat and get to work, but it’s still pretty early.”

“That should work…I just want to take a long shower.  Dakota, you weren’t kidding when you told me I wouldn’t be able to walk.  Little sore here, I’m telling ya,” she stood on her tip toes and kissed him.  “What ya thinking about…ready to throw me back in the fish tank already?”

“Not on your life.  Honey, you’re a keeper.”

She studied his sexy smile and kind eyes.  “Nice to know, cowboy.  I’m getting kind of used to having you hang around.  By the way, why do you always call me honey?” she asked.

“Look at your hair,” he ran his fingers through her hair.  “It is such a deep rich chocolate brown, but your highlights are a shimmering honey color,” he kissed her nose, “plus you are so sweet.”

She laughed.  “You are a lady charmer.”

“You know the other day when I was smiling and you asked me what I was thinking about and I told you that you make me happy.”

“Yeah,” she looked up at him questionably.

“I really was thinking how happy you make me, but I was also thinking to myself I am drawn to you like flypaper or super glue.  Now, if you’d known what I was thinking back then you wouldn’t be thinking I’m such a charmer.”

She took his hand and led him back inside and closed the French doors.  It was a little chilly. 

“Super glue, huh?” she kissed him.  “Flypaper, huh?” she kissed him again.  “Maybe those aren’t first class lady charmer comments, but I can live with them.  Come to bed and stick to me for a few minutes before we shower.”

The sheet dropped and Georgia sat on the edge of the bed.  She looked up and saw her long tousled and tangled hair in the dresser mirror.  Her lips were still swollen from all the kissing.  He loved to suck on her lips before he slipped inside her mouth.  Dakota dropped to his knees and spread her legs.  His growl sent her heart fluttering.  She leaned back on her hands and opened for him.

  “Dakota, you will tell me what you were thinking about but first I need your mouth on my pussy.”

“Yes ma'am, my pleasure.”

About twenty minutes later they ended up in the shower together.  The shower was gently spraying on them.  Dakota’s arms were wrapped around her and she rested her head back on his chest with her eyes closed.  “Feels nice,” she purred.

“Me or the water?” his big hand caressed her breast.

As if he didn’t know, she thought to herself with a smile.  Dakota dripped self- confidence.  “Hmmm, you first and the water second.  I’ve use muscles I didn’t know existed and the hot water feels relaxing.”  She reached for the soap to start washing and he snatched it out of her hands and started administrating to her well used body rubbing the soap over every inch.  He took her shampoo and poured some in his hands.  She saw Dakota smell it before he applied it to her hair and started massaging her scalp and hair.  She made a small humming noise. 

“I always wondered why you smelled like fresh oranges.  Now I’ll never be able to eat an orange without thinking about you.”

After showering, they stepped out into the heated bathroom.  The mirrors were fogged over.  After wrapping a towel around his hips, he dried Georgia off with the big fluffy and absorbent towel.  She really loved how he took such good care of her. After he towel dried her hair, she reached over and sprayed some leave on conditioner in her hair and started combing it through her hair.  “Here, let me do that.  I like your hair…a lot.” 

Georgia thought,
I could get used to this
.  His naked chest kept bumping against her body as he combed her hair. 

“What were you thinking about this morning Dakota?”

“Nothin’ important.  Just worried about the bull ride tomorrow.  I am used to riding the bull, hitting the road and doing it all over again in a day or two.  It’s been over a week since I’ve ridden and I feel like I’m not mentally or physically ready.”

“Because of me?” she spun to look at him.

“No honey.  You are actually centering me.  I feel whole when I’m with you.  Just worried about my stupid shoulder…and wish I’d ridden a bull this week.  Just worried that lack of being on a bull might hurt me.”

She wrapped her arms around him.  “While I’m working, can you go find a bull to practice on, or maybe one of those automated bulls?  I’m sure some casino brought one in to attract you tough cowboys or there’s one at the Mack.”

He tried not to laugh at her.  “Not a simple task to just go find a bull to practice on.  You need the man power around you to help you get the bull in the chute and to make sure the bull doesn’t sit down on your rope or your leg and another man or two to get the gate open, and several bull fighters to keep you safe if you fall.  The medical staff likes to have someone on hand for emergencies, and then a couple of riders to get the bull back to the pens.  I know a few of the bull suppliers who might let me sit on the bull in the chute just to get the feel of going through my routine before the actual ride but I’m not thinking they’re going to let me practice and not open it up to all the other fourteen bull riders.  Plus the arenas are busy with lots of other rodeo events,” he kissed her nose.  “But finding an automated bull might be worth a try. That’s how we practice at home. I’ll have to ask the clerk downstairs if he knows who has one.”

He took a towel and dried off the mirror.   She ran her hand over his day old beard.  It made him look even more rugged and handsome.  “It’s okay if you don’t shave.  I like it.”

“You do, do you?  It’s giving you some abrasions.” He ran his hand around her throat and down her chest to her breast.  “I’ll shave later when I go to my room to get some change of clothing, but first I need to get you fed before your first day of work.  I’ll ride over with you on the shuttle and take care of Damian for you so you don’t get all dirty before you have to go to work.”

She turned to face him, stood on her tip toes, and put her hands on his face and looked into his eyes, “Did anyone ever tell you what a kind,” she kissed him, “considerate,” she kissed him again, “and totally sexy hot bull riding cowboy you are?” 

This time he pulled her into his arms and ravished her mouth.  “I want to be the only bull riding cowboy you ever know,” he declared in a possessive voice.  He pulled back, took a deep breath.  As much as I’d like to take you right here on this bathroom counter so I can watch you in the mirror as I make love to you, I’ve got to get you some breakfast, so quit plying me with all your compliments and kisses…can’t have you late on your first day of work.”

She smiled.  After brushing her teeth with her tooth brush, she rinsed it off in hot water and put more tooth paste on it and handed it to him.

He smutched her before he took her tooth brush and cleaned his teeth.  The intimacy of getting dressed together didn’t go unnoticed by either of them.  Again for about the hundredth time she thought to herself,
I could get used to this
.

“Dakota, what do you normally do the night before you ride to get ready to compete.”

She slipped into her work clothes as they talked.  He was in his jeans and buckling his belt.  His shirt was on but still open at the front.

If I’m on the road, Cameron and I usually get a drink or two.  Before I met you in Cheyenne, I might have looked for a woman to get a quick fuck,” she pouted. “But
not
since I’ve met you,” he kissed her lips quickly.  “Anyway, after releasing some of my…tension,” he smiled at her, “I’d go to my room and watch some of my previous bull rides.  Jenny, my sister, you remember her?”

She said “yes.”

“Jenny always records my rides if she’s there, or she records them on TV and sends them to me by internet.  I can study what I did right or wrong.  It helps.  Gets me in the right frame of mind.”

After she was dressed and put her hair in a low ponytail so she could still wear her cowgirl hat, she took Dakota’s hand.  “I’ve been thinking.  I know how nice it was of your brother Cody to get two more tickets for the Carrie Underwood’s show, but do you think he could give them to Cameron.  Maybe he could ask Kate to go with him.  Then you and I could spend a quiet evening here.  Get room service and I’d like to watch those videos with you.  I’ve only seen you ride a few times and you can show me what you think you did right or wrong.”

He looked at her.  “No, honey, it’s alright, I love to watch how excited you get at concerts.”

“Really, I can’t think of anything I would rather do than spend some quiet time with you.  And really, after working today, I know I’m going to be nervous and maybe a little stressed so a night with just you and me would be really nice.”

“Are you sure, honey?” she shook her head yes.  “Then we’ll talk to Cameron at breakfast and I’ll text Cody and Tammy that Cameron and a date will be going instead of us.  I’m sure Cody thought Cameron would be working and that’s why he didn’t offer to get him a ticket, too.”

They went to the breakfast buffet, and Georgia got in line and had them make her an omelet with sausage, cheese, tomatoes, spinach, and white onions.  She left the chef a dollar tip and joined Cameron and Dakota who were already chowing down with more food then she thought anyone could ever possibly eat.  “Didn’t we eat yesterday, she asked them?”

They both laughed.  “We’re just storing up our energy so we can handle spirited cowgirls who keep us up all night.”  Dakota said as Georgia punched him in the arm with a gleam in her eyes. 

I seemed to remember a different version of that,” she kissed him quickly before she started devouring her omelet. “Hmmm, so good,” she hummed. 

He leaned in close to her ear and whispered, “Me or the omelet?” 

With a mischievous and playful grin, she whispered, “The omelet, of course.  It couldn’t be for the man, I can’t keep my hands off for two seconds.  Nope, it’s definitely the omelet.”

He tried to take a bite of her omelet, and she tapped his hand with her fork, “Back off partner, nobody is stealing this delicious omelet, in fact, I might get another one.  Ahhh yummy.”

Their easy comradery during breakfast was very relaxing and enjoyable.  Finally, she noticed Cameron squirming.  She knew he was dying to ask her about Kate, and opened his mouth several times only to shut his mouth.  She decided to put him out of his misery.

“Okay Cameron here is the scoop on Kate last night.” He moved forward to make sure he didn’t miss anything. His body language was screaming, tell me everything. “I introduced myself to Kate.  And she introduced me to her little girl.  Her name is Kit short for Kitrina.  Evidently Kit wants to be a barrel racer when she grows up and has watched me race before when she was with her mom.  I asked her if she would like a poster of me riding my horse around a barrel and she was thrilled.  I love encouraging little girls. I got Kate’s address and her  cell phone number and put it in my contact list.  She lives in Rapid City, South Dakota, by the way.  Kate told me her mom and dad watch Kit while she works but they came to Vegas for a few days to watch the rodeo and brought Kit to see her mom.  Her mom and dad and Kit are going back home this morning.”

“Did she say anything about me?”  Cameron asked.  He was trying not to act like he cared.

Georgia looked at him, “You know if she did say something to me about you in private, I would feel obligated not to betray her confidence.   And I wouldn’t tell you, but since I brought you up, when you told me you’d handle it, I believe I can tell you what I said to her.  She asked me if I was dating Dakota.” She looked at Dakota with a smile, “I told her we were certainly getting to know each other better to see where things were going.  Then I said to her, you know Dakota’s brother Cameron is really a nice guy.  He really wants to talk to you and straighten things out since you both work together.”

Both brothers just looked at her expectantly.  She took a big swallow of orange juice.  She heard Dakota say under his breath, “Georgia…”

“Well, Kate was quiet for a few minutes.  She thanked me for my interest in her daughter and for the promise of the poster…and…she said,
Guess I’ll just have to hear him out because he’s twisting my stomach into knots.
  Then we came out of the ladies room and said good bye.”

Cameron smiled broadly.  Georgia thought to herself
he definitely has that Tiller knock-a-woman-off-her-feet smile going
.  He just needed to use it on Kate instead of growling at her every time he sees her.

“You know Cameron, if you would just talk to her without looking like you’re going to snarl and snap at her… maybe smile at her, I’m sure you could get her to listen to you,” Georgia said.

Dakota punched his brother on the arm, “Listen to my lady, she’s wise beyond words.  And speaking of talking to Kate, I texted Cody and Tammy that Georgia and I were going to skip the concert tonight, and he should give the other set of tickets to you and Kate, that is if you don’t blow it when you talk with her today and grow a set of balls.  Try to be civil.  A strange concept, I’m sure, but it usually gets you a date if you don’t act like a dick.”