Karaoke at the Tumbleweed (5 page)

Turning her head, Nicole ran her tongue up the side of his face. “I reckon you could do that. Of course then everyone in this bar would be lookin’ at my ass.”

Tag grunted and removed his fingers. Slipping his dripping fingers into his mouth he savoured Nicole’s taste. “Mine,” he growled. “You just make sure you stay right where you are. I might need another snack before quitting time.” He gave Nicole a smile and a wink and went back to work.

Nicole sat for the next hour watching Tag work. Damn he turned her inside out. He was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen and he wanted her. But more than that, Tag treated her like she felt she deserved to be treated. He was kind but forceful, the perfect combination for her.

She watched as he mixed a couple of drinks, paying particular attention to his forearms. Damn she was a sucker for muscled, heavily veined forearms on a man. Nicole let her eyes wander over his body and couldn’t help but squirm a little on her stool. She still had another half hour before he got off and she intended to get them both off soon after.

Squirming again, Nicole leaned forward and brushed her aching nipples against the edge of the bar. Closing her eyes, she barely contained her moan. When she opened them again, it was to find Tag staring right at her breasts. Giving him an impish smile she shrugged.

Tag finished his order and then came around the bar to stand beside her. Leaning down, he tweaked her nipple as he took her mouth in a possessive kiss. “You’re about to make me come in my jeans. Be good for another,” Tag looked up at the bar clock, “fifteen minutes and you’ll definitely get rewarded.”

Deciding to torture him just a little more, Nicole looked into his eyes. “But I’m so wet. I need your big cock in me now. I need your lips wrapped around my nipple while I ride you.”

Reaching behind her, Tag gave Nicole’s butt a healthy swat. “Behave. If you make me come now, they’ll be none for you on the ride home.” He ruined his stern face with a slight lift to one corner of his mouth. The result was a sexier than sin grin. Nicole knew in that second she was falling hard for Tag.

Nodding, she crossed her arms in a mock pout. “Fine.”

After he’d taken care of his work duties, Tag quickly excused himself and headed toward the men’s room. Nicole jumped off the stool and got her purse Tag had thoughtfully put behind the bar for her. Adjusting her skimpy halter top for maximum exposure, she smiled to herself and waited by the door.

Tag reappeared and called his goodnight to Bobby Jim. Nicole could feel her heart pounding as ‘sex on a stick’ came walking toward her. He continued walking until she was pressed against the door. “You ready for that ride now?”

“I reckon,” she answered just before his lips closed over hers.

Breaking the kiss, Tag looked down at her. “Let’s get outta here before I get fired for fucking you against the door.”

Nicole happily opened the door. As they walked toward Tag’s Harley in the back of the parking lot, Tag pushed his hand under her skirt to squeeze her naked ass.

He helped her climb on the bike and swiped her wet channel with his fingers before getting on in front of her. Before he started the engine he turned to look at her over his shoulder. “Feel like a little ride out in the country? I’ve got a little cabin that’s attached to some land. It’s real pretty in the moonlight.”

“Take me anywhere you want.” She gave a slight yelp as he reached behind his back and ran his finger up her slit once more.

“Pull my shirt out and up. I want to feel that pretty pussy vibrate against my back as I drive.” Tag started the loud motorcycle as she pulled his tight T-shirt out of his low-rise jeans.

As she scooted closer, she was sad to find her pussy didn’t reach up to his skin. When he took off, however and she felt the denim against her erect clit she smiled.
Yeah this will work.

As soon as Tag left town, he took one hand off the handlebars and unfastened his jeans. Nicole quickly took over for him as she slid the zipper carefully down releasing his hard cock. Running her hand up his thick erection, Nicole buried her face in his back and giggled. Tag must’ve gone to the bathroom back at the bar to put a condom on. She’d never heard of such a thing, but then again, she’d never known anyone like Tag. Lifting her head, to yell above the engine roar she asked, “How much further?”

His answer was to reach back and pull her even tighter against him. After about ten minutes, Tag pulled the bike down a seldom used dirt path. Nicole looked around trying to figure out where she was. She’d grown up here, so why didn’t this road look familiar?

Through a clump of trees, she spotted a small log house. As they rode by, Tag pointed, “That’s where I live.” He didn’t stop, but instead continued along the dirt path until they came to a large pond. Shutting off the engine, Tag put the kickstand down and in one fluid motion, pulled Nicole around to straddle his lap.

Looking to her left, Nicole watched the moonlit water. “You’re right, it’s beautiful.”

Tag cupped her cheek and brushed his lips across hers. “What are you doing to me?” He covered her lips with his own as he thrust up inside of her.

Finding a foothold, Nicole rose off his erection before sinking back down. Their passion was without equal as Nicole rode him to mutual completion. Throwing his head back, Tag cried her name as he came.

Rubbing her bare back, Tag played with the ties to her halter top. “Will you go home with me? Let me hold you in my arms?”

Nodding, she started to lift herself off him, but he pulled her back down. “Sit tight, I can make it to the house with you right where you are.” He started the motorcycle and eased the bike down the rough dirt path.

Every rock and hole moved his semi-erect cock inside her pussy. When he stopped beside the front porch of the old cabin, Nicole hated to separate herself from him. Still clinging to his chest, she let out a yelp when Tag managed to pick her up and slide off the bike without pulling out of her. As he walked them up the porch steps, she grinned. “You’re multi-talented, papa bear.”

Opening the door, he winked. “You ain’t seen nothin’ yet.” Stepping inside the cabin, Nicole looked around. It was basically one room with kitchen, living room and a bed in a small alcove. She assumed the door led to a bathroom.

Tag must have caught her looking because he cleared his throat. “It’s not much, but then there’s only been me.” He carried her through the room to the alcove. He followed her down on the bed without breaking contact.

Nicole looked into his eyes. “You’re like no other man I’ve known.”

“Good,” he said, “let’s keep it that way.” Taking her mouth in a passionate kiss, he began to move inside her. When his rhythm picked up, he broke the kiss. “Shit, hold on. I need to exchange one condom for another.” Tag kissed her nose and pulled out. Sitting up on the bed, he grabbed a box from the bedside table and disposed of the used condom before putting on a new one.

Insinuating himself between her spread thighs, he thrust in deep. “Ah yes, back where I belong. Let’s hope I won’t have to stop again.”

“God, I don’t think I want you to ever stop.” She arched her back as Tag covered her nipple with his mouth. As good as it felt, she wanted his lips on her skin. “Untie me,” she moaned.

Taking his hands off her hips, he slid them up her back to the first tie. Quickly, untangling the knot, he moved to the one behind her neck. In no time, the halter was flung to the side of the bed. Tag attached himself to her nipple as his hands moved back to her hips.

Moving her legs, to drape over his shoulders, Nicole reached down to rub her clit. “Yes. Oh God.” She felt him giving her breast a hickey. The thought of him marking her in any way, excited her.

Moving one of his hands to cup her buttocks, Tag groaned as he stretched his finger out to whisper over her hole. “Soon, this ass is mine.”

As she felt her impending orgasm start to take her, she whispered. “This ass is already yours.” A second after she said the words, Tag thrust his finger inside. With a scream, Nicole fell over the edge into bliss.

She heard Tag grunt as he pushed deep. She opened her eyes and watched as his corrugated stomach muscles rippled. “Wow,” she said running her fingers over the dancing torso. Removing her hand, Nicole extracted her knees from his shoulders and pulled him down on top of her.

With his face buried in her hair, Tag began licking the sweat from her neck. She felt herself start to drift off and shook her head. “Don’t let me go to sleep. I have to be at the store in a couple of hours.”

After disposing of the condom, Tag settled her head on his chest. “You rest. I’ll make sure you get home in time.”

Tag felt Nicole’s body soften as her breathing evened. Within five minutes, she was sound asleep in his arms. Running his hands down her back to land on the soft mounds of her butt, Tag sighed. “Damn I’m in trouble.”

Coming to this town was just supposed to be a regrouping stop. He had no intentions of staying here longer than a couple of months but with the angel in his arms, he didn’t know if he’d ever be able to leave with his heart intact. It was a new feeling for him. He’d never been in love and he was beginning to think, he was well on his way. Tag remembered hearing other men in his unit talk about their wives or girlfriends back home. He’d always thought of them as saps and pussies. No way would he ever pine over some broad, but at that moment, Tag knew he’d have pined for Nicole.

What was it about her? The sex was fucking fantastic but he’d had plenty of sex in his life. No, it was something more, deeper. Right now, with her snuggled to his chest, he felt at peace for the first time in his life. Nicole was baseball and apple pie to him. She was what he’d fought for, even though he hadn’t known her at the time. He wished he had though. Maybe if he’d had a hold back home he wouldn’t have put himself in danger on so many occasions. It wasn’t until they’d sent them off on a black op without proper intel, that he’d had enough. Seeing your best friend blown to bits beside you tended to do that to a man.

When his current tour was up, Tag knew he’d had enough death. He came back to the States and spent a month in the VA getting his head together. It was while there that the attorney for his father had finally found him.

Glancing at the clock, he saw that it was almost three-thirty. He hadn’t realised that much time had passed since Nicole had drifted to sleep. Knowing she had to get to the store around four to start on the morning’s donuts, Tag finally indulged in a few touches. He skimmed his hands up her back. Damn her skin was soft. “Angel?” He drew circles on her back and shoulder blades. “Time to wake up.”

Nicole moved her head and rubbed her face against his chest. “Sleepy,” she mumbled.

Tag wanted nothing more than to hold her for the rest of the night but he knew she’d be upset if he let her miss work. He rolled over just enough to land her on the bed beside him. Kissing her neck and face, Tag smiled as she moaned. “I need to get you home if you’re going to make the donuts.”

“I hate donuts this morning,” she mumbled sleepily.