Kissin' Tell: Rough Riders, Book 13 (19 page)

Circling her hand around his shaft, she adjusted her hips. The instant the tip connected with her opening, Tell’s hands landed on her hips.

“Slowly,” he murmured.

Georgia lowered herself a little at a time, aware of how wet she was. Aware of Tell’s hungry gaze on her. She looked up when his cock was inside her to the root.

“Put your hands on my thighs.”

Arching back gave him full access to her clit.

“Ride me like this. Bring me all the way out of that tight pussy and then take me deep again.”

Every time she lifted her hips, letting his shaft slide out, he’d swirl his thumb over her clit. Her body quivered from the effort as she kept the maddeningly slow pace. Her thighs were sweating. Aching.

When he pumped his up to meet her downstroke, she switched gears. She fell forward, dropping her hands above his shoulders. Sliding so they were skin on skin, which felt amazing. God. He was so pretty to look at as she was on top of him, fucking him.

His hands cupped her ass. “Impatient?” he murmured.

“Yes. This is so good.” She rolled her torso, her breasts rubbing against his chest hair as she increased the tempo.

Two sharp smacks on her bare ass surprised her.

She froze. “What was that for?”

“For takin’ over.” He smacked her butt cheeks again. “Some other time when you get it in your mind to be in charge, I’m gonna put you over my knee.”

Her pussy clenched at the image of lying across his lap as his big, rough hands connecting with her butt.

He chuckled. “Oh, sweetness, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Maybe,” she said, gliding back down his body like a cat, pushing him in deep. Then almost kissing him as she pushed herself forward. “But I’d really like to see that
holy shit
look in your eyes when I make you come.”

He pressed a kiss to her lips. “Take us there.”

Her instincts took over. She picked up the pace, sliding skin on skin until their torsos were damp and sticking together. Mouth dry, head roaring, every inch of her skin prickled with awareness as she pushed toward that point of no return.

Tell whispered, “Breathe, baby. Lemme help you.” His grip on her ass tightened as he helped her move to shorter, faster strokes.

That little changeup flipped a switch, sending her straight over the edge. “Yes. Oh God.” She threw her head back in sweet anticipation of that first hard pulse.

The automatic sprinklers went off as she started to come. She gasped from the shock of the cold water spraying on her hot skin. The
tick tick tick
of the sprinklers was synchronized to the contractions in her pussy, to the throbbing in her clit, and to Tell’s sucking kisses on the pulse point in her throat.

By the time the climax slowed, she was soaked.

Then Tell flipped her on her back, trying to protect her from the sprinkler stream. Resting on his forearms above her head, fucking her with power, but tenderness dominated his eyes. “Watch what you do to me.” He groaned and his back bowed as he peered at her from beneath lowered lashes. His mouth tight with tension, then slack with pleasure as he emptied himself into her.

There wasn’t time to cling to each other, whispering sweet words as bodies and breathing returned to normal.

Tell twitched. “Goddammit. That sprinkler head is spraying me right in the ass.”

Georgia snickered. “You won’t need an enema.”

“I can’t believe you said that. Just for that…” He withdrew from her body and rolled to his feet, ducking out of the way so the sprinklers hit her from every direction.

She shrieked and scrambled upright, grabbing the corners of the blanket before she ran to the patio, where Tell was shaking with laughter.

“I shoulda left your clothes out there,” she grumbled, dropping the wet bundle on the cement.

“Probably.” He pulled her wet, naked body against his. “But won’t you feel a little bad for me, drivin’ home in wet clothes? While you’re all nice and warm, wrapped in a fluffy robe?”

“Nope. Not a bit.”

He whacked her ass and covered her mouth, stopping her squeak of protest.

The kiss was pure seduction. So hot her lips seemed to burn. So sweet her teeth ached. So thorough she felt as if he’d taken her body again.

“I just can’t get enough of you, Georgia.” He gifted her forehead, temples, cheekbones, jaw, the corners of her mouth with soft kisses. He murmured, “Being with you… There’s never been anything like it for me.”

For her either. And he seemed to be as perplexed by it as she was.

“I hate that I hafta go.”

“Do you want to wait until your clothes are dry?”

“Nah. I’ve worn worse than this.”

Her fingers traced the cut muscles in his chest. “At least let me give you a ride to your truck.”

“The walk will do me good. But I appreciate the offer.” He snatched his wet clothes and only grimaced a little when he slid them on.

When she returned from donning a robe, Tell lounged by the front door. “Thanks for supper tonight. And for—” his hungry gaze swept her from head to toe, “—dessert.”

“Anytime.”

“Will I see you tomorrow?”

“If you want.”

His knuckles followed the curve of her jaw. “Oh, I want.” Then he slipped out into the night.

Chapter Thirteen

Georgia spent way more time on her hair and makeup for the reunion than she’d planned. Pointless fussing as she was torn on which image she wanted to project to her classmates. That Georgia Hotchkiss hadn’t changed in appearance at all? Or that Georgia Hotchkiss had changed completely?

She scrutinized her reflection. Her hair, a solid foot shorter than in her teenage years, was sleek and professional.

Wait. Why did she want to look like she’d just stepped out of a board meeting? Why wouldn’t she prefer to look sexy?

Dammit. None of this shit mattered.

Georgia fluffed up her sleek style into a tousled look. As if she’d just rolled out of bed after a bout of hot, hair-pulling sex. Tell would appreciate it.

She was wearing a sleeveless, form-fitting dress in a pale blue. With a modest bodice, the fabric was shirred from the empire waist to the froth of tulle at the hemline, two inches above her knees. With her funky platform heels in a blue cheetah print and a rhinestone clutch, she’d probably added fashion violation to her list of worries, which was already too long.

Seeing Deck for the first time since the dissolution of their marriage.

Seeing Tara-Lee, pregnant.

Seeing the girls in her class who hated her.

Seeing RJ’s friends.

The doorbell rang.

Georgia gave herself one last look and headed downstairs.

Tell hadn’t waited for her to open the door; he’d just waltzed right in.

And wasn’t it ironic he was standing at the bottom of the stairs waiting for her, just like she’d seen in all those teen movies where the guy showed up to take the girl to the prom? To top it off, Tell had a look on his face she’d never seen on any man.

“My God, Georgia. You are a fucking goddess.”

“Thank you.”

He stopped her before she reached the bottom stair, setting his hands on her hips. He still topped her by a couple inches.

“What?”

“You look so damn perfect I’m afraid to touch you. Afraid I’ll muss you up.”

Her shoes dangled from her right index finger. She propped her forearms on his broad shoulders and let them hang between his shoulder blades as she rubbed her nose to his. “I love it when you muss me up. In fact, if you wanna ditch this whole reunion idea right now, I’ll take you upstairs and let you muss me up however you want. All night.”

Tell laughed. “Mighty tempting offer, hot lips. Now you gonna let me give you a proper kiss?”

“Please.”

His mouth came down on hers with more force than she’d expected. He dove in for a tongue-teasing, openmouthed kiss that utterly overwhelmed her. His fingers tightened on her hips. And he blew every one of her circuits.

Then he eased back and made her weak-kneed with his dimpled grin. “See? I didn’t muss you up at all.”

Not on the outside. But on the inside? Different story.

“You ready?”

“Just have to put my shoes on.” She used the newel post for support as she shoved her feet in the heels and checked out Tell’s attire.

A black western-cut sport coat worn over a pristine white shirt, a bolo tie at his neck. Jeans, boots and his black hat. Yummy. “You are quite the head-turner, Mr. McKay.”

“Thanks.” He seemed embarrassed by the compliment.

Georgia grabbed her clutch. As soon as they stepped outside and approached his truck, Tell apologized.

“I’m afraid we ain’t showing up to the school tonight in a fancy sports car. The only person I know who has one is Keely’s husband, Jack, and it seemed a little forward to ask to borrow it.”

She waited while he opened the door. Then he helped her into the cab. She wrapped her fingers around the braided leather strings of his bolo tie and pulled him closer. “I’m very fond of this truck. Especially after last night. Now I know it
is
possible to steam up the windows in July.”

Tell held her hand on the short drive to the school. She checked her reflection again, adding a coat of lip gloss.

The parking lot was nearly full, and her stomach tightened.

This was it.

As they walked up to the gymnasium doors, Tell casually asked, “You nervous?”

“A little. How about you?”

“Nope.” He tucked her hand around his bicep. “I’m with the hottest girl in our graduating class, who also happens to be the sexiest woman I know. I remember promising myself ten years ago that I’d show up at this reunion bein’ the envy of all the other guys.”

“Did that fantasy include making all the girls in our class take notice of what a gorgeous hunk of man you turned out to be?”

Tell grinned. “Busted.”

“Then it appears both wishes will come true, since I will be the envy of all the women.”

“And that would be different from high school for you…how? Didn’t everyone want to be you?”

She didn’t crack a smile.

“What?”

“That’s an ironic statement because
I
didn’t want to be me in high school.” She withheld a frustrated sigh. “Do you think that’s what tonight will be about? Just an exercise in our classmates going out of their way to prove how much they’ve changed?”

“Possibly.” He smoothed a piece of her flyaway hair back in place. “Isn’t that why we’re here?”

“Now that I am here, I’m wondering why I came. Can we just go? Out for dinner or something? I’ll buy.”

“No. But I promise we’ll leave if it sucks, okay?” He kissed her. “I like the coconut-flavored lip gloss.”

The registration table was directly in front of one set of doors. And who was manning the table? Denille Swedlund. A fellow cheerleader. An easy piece for any of the jocks, anytime they wanted—a fact Denille used to brag about to Georgia, staring with disdain at her purity ring. Denille had offered Deck a hand job—a fact Georgia had found out from Denille herself after Deck had taken Denille up on the skanky proposition.

Denille looked good—but Denille wasn’t scoping her out at all. Her gaze stayed glued on Georgia’s date. “My God. Tell McKay, is that really you?”

“Yes indeed. Nice to see you, Denille, you haven’t changed a bit.”

Denille preened and handed over his badge. “The number on the bottom is the table you’ve been assigned.”

Tell raised his eyebrows. “You’re kiddin’, right? About the assigned seating?”

“No. The committee thought it would be fun.”

The other woman at the table, Nicki DeSoto, was also ogling Tell. “Hey, Tell, remember me?”

“Of course I do, Nicki. We had geometry together. So I’m guessing, since you were good at math, you’re an engineer or something?”

Nicki laughed. “No. I’m married. Living in Lander.” She scooted her chair out and patted her rounded belly. “Our first baby is due in October.”

“Congratulations.”

Denille finally deigned to look at Georgia. She handed over the button and said coolly, “Georgia. You’re looking…well.”

Georgia smiled. “You too. Do you still live in Sundance?”

“No. I live in Longmont, Colorado. I teach high school biology and I’m the head cheerleading coach.”

No surprise Denille taught biology since she’d had so much previous experience with male anatomy. Ooh. Snap. And as long as she was being bitchy, the phrase
you can always tell the head cheerleader by her dirty knees
popped into her head, which allowed her to give her former nemesis a genuine smile. “That’s great, Denille.”

“We weren’t sure whether you were even gonna show up,” Denille said.

“Someone convinced me it was a good idea,” Georgia said, slightly nudging Tell.

Tell plucked the button out of Georgia’s hand and murmured, “Hold still, sweetness,” pinning it above her left breast. Then he straightened it, letting his fingers brush over the swell of her cleavage with obvious familiarity. “There. Perfect.”