Hunt, Sofia - Riding the Circuit [Rodeo Riders 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (7 page)

“Is that a promise?” One crook of her little finger, and Jonah would be all over her like a stallion on a mare in heat. A sultry pout played on her lips as she imagined sex with Jonah. It’d be hot, wild, and animal crazy. Maybe he’d be just the man to end her celibacy and erase Riley’s memory from her mind. She couldn’t believe she was actually entertaining the thought.

“Ah, honey, that’s a fact. This boy can go all night.” He leaned closer. His minty breath teased her neck and sent little chills down her spine. He turned her to face him. She slid off the barstool and put her hands on his shoulders. They were almost eye-to-eye with some help from the heels on her boots.

“Prove it.” She moved closer to him, pressed her hips against his. His blue eyes turned a stormy violet. His pupils dilated, and his nostrils flared like a bull catching the scent of a prime heifer.

His mouth grazed her ear, setting off prickles of sexual energy arcing from her body to his. The chemistry between them sizzled like sparklers on the Fourth of July. His big hands rested on her hip bones. He hooked his thumbs in her belt loops.

“You are one hot cowgirl. I’d sit in your saddle any day.”

“Promise?” Mitzi teased back, enjoying the flirting and seriously considering sampling what he had to offer.

“Oh, heck, yeah,
darlin
’.” Jonah groaned.

Mitzi studied him with interest. His midnight blue eyes twinkled with pure devilment underneath sinfully long lashes on a ruggedly handsome, so very male face. A fun time. A good-time guy. The man was strictly love ’
em
and leave ’
em
, a female version of her. And he attracted her. Her nerve endings sounded the alarm whenever he came close. Her panties grew wet, and her imagination went into overload.

He rubbed small circles on her back with his thumb. She shivered. His mouth turned up at the corners, showing off a set of sexy dimples on his tanned face. A man’s man who’d fulfill a woman’s darkest pleasures.

Jonah was just the thing she needed. No strings. No promises. No pining for him after the fact like she pined for Riley.

She made her decision and nodded to him.

“Let’s get the hell out of here.” Grabbing Mitzi’s hand, he dragged her outside.

Mitzi pinched his ass with a sassy laugh. Five minutes later, Jonah pulled her behind an empty barn and backed her against a corral fence. He smelled of shaving cream and mint and male, all male.

Jonah’s large belt buckle grazed her belly, and she shuddered as every nerve ending she possessed, and some she didn’t know she did, went on alert. She leaned closer. Her hips angled toward his hips until her crotch rubbed against his erection. He drew in a sharp breath but still didn’t touch her.

He angled his face near hers. A predatory smile creased the corners of his strong mouth. She wanted that mouth on hers, to taste, to tempt, to tantalize. Clothes were not an option for what she had planned. If his lazy, hooded eyes were any indicator, he had the same plans. He placed his big hands on either side of her head, leaning on the fence and boxing her in. She wanted to be boxed in.

“You’d look good naked in the moonlight.” His raspy voice sent tingles of pleasure to sensitive points between her legs.

“So would you.”

“Our own moonlight rodeo. What’ll it be? Bareback riding? Tie-down roping?”

“I’m partial to bull riding myself.”

“Better than steer wrestling.”

“There aren’t any steers around here, mister.”

“You can ride this bull any day, and I promise you’ll last longer than eight seconds.”

“I’m counting on it.”

She touched his chest where his shirt lay open. Black curly hairs peaked out. She popped the first few snaps on his shirt and slid her hands across his warm skin. His heart pounded under her fingers. His chest rose and fell, his breathing shallow. She walked the fingers of one hand down to his belt buckle and lower. His erection twitched under the tight denim. She ran her index finger down the length of the bulge in his jeans and lower. Cupping his balls through the fabric, she squeezed. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he groaned.

“Oh, fuck, you’re killing me here, babe.”

“I never let my prey out alive.”

“I’ve heard that about you. What a way to die. Kill me, baby. Send me to heaven.”

Glancing around the empty corrals, she didn’t see a soul. This part of the fairgrounds wasn’t used for the rodeo, which was exactly why she’d suggested they come here.

Still, someone could happen by. If she was caught, she’d lose her crown. Her father would be furious. Her life would be screwed. But then she’d never been one to worry about the future when the present looked like Jonah.

Jonah’s hot breath tickled her neck, and she forgot everything but this hot stud nibbling his way down her neck to her collarbone. She shuddered when he took the skin on her shoulder between his teeth and nipped, certainly leaving a mark.

“Oh, fuck.” He stiffened and drew back, a troubled frown on his face.

“Don’t stop now, cowboy.”

“What about Riley?” Jonah’s chest heaved, concern etched on his ruggedly handsome face. So the man had scruples.

“Let’s not talk about him right now.” She didn’t know how she felt about Riley. Her emotions were mixed where he was concerned. Yet her attraction to both of them couldn’t be denied.

“He’s not going to be happy about this.”

“Put your conscience away for now. Riley doesn’t have a claim on me. We aren’t a couple or anything. We’ve just hooked up once and that was a year ago.” One year and seven days to be exact, not that she’d been counting.

She used to hook up with a lot of men for one night of pleasure, not that she was proud of it. The guys she dated pulled out every trick in the book to get in her pants. It was a downside of her looks. Men considered her a trophy to be won rather than a living, breathing person. In her naive younger days, she’d succumbed to countless handsome men’s persuasive sweet-talking, truly believing each one loved her. In her wild and rebellious college days, pure lust ruled her choices in the men she bedded. She’d been a sucker for good-looking, fast-talking cowboys and gained quite a reputation on the college rodeo circuit.

Her current role as Miss Rodeo NARA required her to behave, and that night with Riley had made it easy for that to happen. She took the honor seriously, more seriously than she did the man looking down at her with desire smoldering in his eyes. Or so she thought.

“Yeah, but—” He hesitated. She saw the conflict reflected in his eyes.

“Why would Riley care?” His concern for Riley touched her, made him all the more desirable. She liked a man with scruples, a man who considered his friend’s feelings.

“I guess he wouldn’t, or so he says.” He shrugged and looked away for a moment as he chewed on his lower lip.

A sharp, bone-deep pain sliced through her. Riley didn’t care if she slept with other men? Of course he didn’t. That one night hadn’t meant anything to him. He’d proven that by walking out on her. Just because she’d pined for him all year didn’t mean he felt the same.

“Jonah, Riley isn’t a part of this.”

“You’re right.” Jonah nodded and redirected his gaze on hers. His eyes burned with intensity so strong she felt pulled into their swirling depths.

She pushed on his chest, but the man was as moveable as a boulder. “I like sex. I don’t like ties. Got it?”

He seemed to make his decision. “I love sex, and I don’t like ties either.” One corner of his sexy mouth turned up in a grin.

“Then we don’t have a problem.”

“No, we don’t.”

Jonah’s hands crept under her tight little top. She sucked in a breath and held it. Her nipples hardened and ached for the feel of his calloused fingers on her breasts. He pushed her top past her bra. She lifted her arms to make it easier for him as he pulled it over her head and tossed it aside. She shivered in the cool night air, even though her skin burned with desire.

“You are so fucking hot.” Jonah unhooked her bra with minimal effort. She discarded it for him. It joined her top on the grass.

Naked from the waist up, she let Jonah have his fill as he stared at her. Anticipation thrummed through her veins and need pooled between her legs.

* * * *

Jonah gazed at heaven. Mitzi’s tits were large and perky with erect nipples.

“Hot damn, if you don’t have the prettiest tits west of the Mississippi.” With his free hand, Jonah fingered the small gold bar piercing each nipple. He squeezed her breasts, surprised to find they
were
real after all, not silicon.

He pushed away the guilt. Riley had told him it was okay even though Jonah didn’t believe it for a second. But still, his buddy had said the words. And maybe, just maybe, this might be the start of something more—
unusual
. It’d been a long time since Jonah and Riley had run across a woman they both desired. A long time since they’d shared a female’s body together. Jonah groaned just thinking about it. No, this didn’t have to be a choice between Riley and him. Not by a long shot. Tonight, though, he’d lay the groundwork.

He didn’t expect Mitzi to be a virgin, not with that body and that face
and
that reputation. Yet, he wanted to be special, unique, the guy who stood out among all the others. He didn’t want to think about how many guys she’d fucked. He hadn’t a clue if he was one of a few or one of many. If rumors held true, she’d most likely lost count. It didn’t matter. Tonight, he was the lucky one, and by the time he finished with her, she’d forget there’d been any others before him.

Holding her waist, he turned them both around so his butt and shoulders rested against the rail fence of the deserted corral.

Mitzi undid his big-ass belt buckle with deft fingers and no fumbling, like a woman who’d done it a hundred times before. Without hesitation, she unzipped his zipper and pushed his jeans past his hips. Gravity slid them down his thighs until they pooled around his cowboy boots and effectively hobbled him. Not that he planned on trying to escape.

She sank to her knees in front of him, unmindful of the dew on the grass beneath her. Gazing up at him, her half-lidded eyes mirrored his own as lust rumbled through his body. Grasping the waistband on his boxer briefs, she pulled them down and set his cock free.

Licking her lips, she wrapped her fingers around his long, hard dick and ran them up and down his length. He groaned and held onto the fence rail to support most of his weight. His legs sure as hell weren’t doing their job.

“You’re impressive.”

“
Darlin
’, I’m a pleasure machine, and tonight you’re the lucky operator.”

Her tongue slid across the tip of his cock. It jerked in response, and even his balls twitched. Her fingers circled his base and tightened the pressure. Her wicked mouth with those full, pouting lips opened on him. The tip of his cock disappeared into her mouth. He fisted one hand in the back of her hair and pushed further inside her wet, hot mouth. As if greedy for more of his meat, she took him deeper. His cock hit the back of her throat. She pulled back then went down on him again with incredible enthusiasm for her job.

“
Awww
, fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Take me deeper, sweetheart.”

She got a little further, gagged, and pulled back, panting.

“You’re hung like bull.” Mitzi rocked back on her heels and gazed up at him.

“That’s what all the girls say,
darlin
’.” He grinned. “Tonight your cunt and that gorgeous ass are mine.” He put his hand on the back of her head and applied pressure. “Why don’t you and my boy get better acquainted?”

She didn’t resist the pressure. One hand grasped the base of his cock. Her bright red lips opened to cover the tip. Her tongue toyed with the bulbous head, while she applied just the right amount of suction. He liked deep-throat action, the feel of his cock sliding across a woman’s tongue, forcing its way down her throat even as her throat muscles constricted around him.

“Take me deep.”

She looked up at him, her eyes glowing with passion and hot with need. He didn’t wait for an invitation, but pushed forward, holding her head. She opened her mouth wide. He pressed his cock to the back of her throat. To her credit, she didn’t gag. Yet. The lady had done this before, but he doubted it’d been with a cock the length and breadth of his. Withdrawing so only the head of his penis was in her mouth, he advanced again. She angled her head, and he pushed past her throat.

His cock in her warm, wet mouth was the thing of dreams. Hell, he’d trade championship buckle for her brand of rodeo. She drew back then went at him again. A woman on a mission, and damn did he love being her mission. She opened wide and went down on him. Slurping noisily, she sucked his dick deeper. He helped her out and fucked her until his cock penetrated her throat, and her nose was buried in his pubic hair. He held her in that position for a few seconds then allowed her to surface for air. She gasped, her jaw slack. Saliva slid down her chin. Taking a deep breath, she went after him again.

He fucked her face harder, every stroke taking maximum depth. Until he couldn’t take it anymore. Either come in her mouth or get out now while he could and plant his dick in her hot pussy. She bitched when he withdrew a final time.