Mr. Unlucky (8 page)

Addie laughed, following along. She hadn’t seen him so excited since his mare had twins. The guest bath smelled like paint when they passed, but the master…oh, it looked grand with the two marble sinks in an old sideboard that had been shined up, and with a new shower head that did the rain bath thing.

“Oh, wow. Wow, cowboy!” She clapped, admiring.

“You like it? I put in a new medicine cabinet on either side, too.”

“It’s fabulous. I love it. Honest.” The whole room was just amazing.

“Cool. I—” His cheeks heated to an adorable shade of red. “Shaving and all. Figured it would be better.”

“Oh, cowboy.” She stepped closer, kissed him, nice and slow, everything in her just buzzing.

“Mmm.” He pressed right up against her this time, hands coming around to rest on her ass.

Oh, she was going to have to encourage more remodeling, if this was what it did to him. He was all revved up for her, and that was a damned fine thing. Of course, they didn’t have a single problem in the revved up arena.

“You going to let me thank you for a non-shaving sink, cowboy?” She flicked the buckle open on his belt.

“Do we need to start supper first?” Look at him, making a valiant effort to be domestic. He should know by now they were far better off getting this out of the way right off the bat.

“I’ll make guacamole for chips while the rest is cooking.” She dared to flirt, even fluttering her eyelashes. “Unless you don’t want my mouth.”

“Oh, honey. I dream about your mouth. Wakes me up hard and sweating.”

She slid down, unzipping him as she knelt. “Excellent.”

He made her wet, made her clit ache for attention, and she wanted to make him need her, too.

Addie figured it was working. His cock pressed out, hard already, waiting for her mouth. She leaned in, licked a long line from base to tip, listening to him moan. He was salty, the smell of clean working sweat right there in her nose. She’d never wanted anyone like this, never wanted the heavy feel of a needy cock on her tongue.

This man, though, this man she wanted to know inside and out. She wanted to taste him and feel him and know what he thought.

She wrapped her fingers around his thighs, holding on as she took the swollen tip into her mouth, tongue playing at the slit.

“Fuck.” His fingers slid into her hair, undoing the clip that held it up and tossing it aside. Bodie combed those fingers through, then cupped the back of her head, holding her there. She looked up along his belly, her gaze dragging over all the rippled abs, broad chest, those eyes. He stared down at her, hot as fire, his mouth set in a hard line of pleasure. “Only if you want to, honey.”

“I want.” Then she wrapped her lips around his cock, moaning deep in her chest as she started to suck.

He moved with her, almost dancing for her, his hips starting a slow, rhythmic rock. Bodie wasn’t afraid he’d hurt her, but he wasn’t forcing it, either. His fingers rubbed her scalp, tugged her hair the littlest bit, making her ache, tingle. Suck harder.

“Christ, your mouth. Addie. So damned good.” His voice took on a rough edge.

She managed to take him all, swallow hard, tongue sliding on the shaft. That was damned impressive, considering his size, and he sure seemed to appreciate it, the way he let out a strangled shout.

Addie’s toes curled, cunt aching as she pulled harder, tasted him. He made her want things, made her thighs shake.

“Fuck. Fuck, girl. I swear to you, gonna make you feel so good.” Bodie’s face was set in hard lines, his hips jerking faster.

She knew he would. He’d never made a promise to her he hadn’t followed through on.

Her fingers rolled his balls in his sac, and he cried out, came for her, and she groaned, took it all in. The feeling was a powerful one, holding him in her hands and mouth, demanding his orgasm.

He was sucking air, panting, staring down at her like she was magic. It made her feel like a superhero. Heroine. Whatever.

It made her feel erotic as hell.

“Come here, honey.” He lifted her to her feet, then off her feet, kissing her hard.

She groaned, her nipples achingly hard, rubbing against his chest. Her legs shook a little, her belly pulling in as she panted. She needed him.

“Bed.” He walked her into his bedroom with the huge, king-sized bed, his fingers working her jeans open.

Humming, she wrapped around him as he lowered them to the bed, lifting her hips against him.

“My turn.” Damn, his hands were smart, pulling at her clothes, baring her skin. Yellow paint flecked his skin all the way to his elbows, and he poked at it, laughing when he rumbled. “Do we need to shower?”

“We can, together. After.” Right now, if he didn’t get her off, Addie was going to beat him.

“Oh, good. I need something else, first.” He rubbed against her, his body lean and hard and just what she needed.

“Touch me, cowboy. I’m burning up.”

“I love how you’re on fire for me.” His lips burned a trail down her neck, his fingers pushing between them to pluck at her nipples.

She arched, the sparks of sensation lighting through her. When he did it again, she laughed, the feeling like she was just going to fly apart.

“I can smell how good you need me.” Bodie’s words brushed her belly ring, made her gasp. He kissed just below her navel, his tongue tracing a line down around her tattoo, then down. God, he had a good mouth.

He nibbled on her hip, left a sucking kiss on her inner thigh that had her spreading. Then he shifted to lick at her, his tongue pushing against her clit.

Lightning shot up her spine, and she gasped, one leg drawing up as his fingers pressed inside her. She put a hand one hand on his head, tugging at his hair.

“Let me taste, woman.” He growled the words, playful, teasing, then he started licking, working her clit, over and over, making her body light up. His tongue felt rough and hot, his whiskers rasping the insides of her thighs. The steady rubbing was like to drive her out of her mind, the circling too slow to send her over, too fast to ignore.

The whole world narrowed down to Bodie and her pussy and the things he was doing to her. He was making her clench her legs, making her think of begging. His fingers slipped deeper inside her, pushing in a totally different rhythm than the swipe and slide of his tongue.

All she could do was ride the sensation, let him make her fly. Her legs slid on his sheets, her butt rising and falling.

“Bodie, cowboy, please…” Her toes curled, and she twisted, sobbed softly as the pressure inside her built.

He licked, pushing his fingers deeper, and she thought he might just insist that she come that way, but she blinked, heard the crinkle of the condom wrapper, and he was on her, his mouth on hers, his cock sliding into her.

“Please. Please, fuck.” She drove herself down, taking him hard and fast, slamming their bodies together.

“That’s the idea, honey.” He chuckled, the sound breathless and happy.

She would have teased, but she couldn’t. She needed. Now. So she tugged and grumbled when he went too slow and shouted her pleasure when she he got going like a house afire. He grabbed her legs, spread her, drove into her.

It was stunning, taking her breath away. She was so wet it was almost embarrassing.

One touch. She only needed one touch.

He knew. Somehow he knew, and he changed his angle, his pelvis tilting so she got some pressure on her clit.

Her head slammed back, and she swallowed hard, heels drumming on the mattress. Her body clenched, her pussy closing tight around him, then she tumbled over, the buzz in her nerves making her shudder, cry out.

Bodie held her until she calmed, her heart slowing its frantic pace. Then he grunted, driving into her three, four, five more times before he came for her, hot and wet and deep.

She wrapped her arms around him, holding on. “Oh, better.”

“I swear, honey, you take all my good sense.”

“You make me dizzy.” She didn’t think it was a bad thing, though. She thought she could get used to it.

“Sure that’s not the paint fumes?” He chuckled before kissing her cheek.

“They took the BPAs out of paints, didn’t they?”

“Still makes me weird sometimes.” Bodie pulled out of her, gentle as anything.

She reached out, fingers tickling his belly. “The bathroom looks great.”

His belly sucked in, then quivered with his laughter. “Thanks. I figured that way you’d have a sink.”

“No one’s ever put in a sink for me before.”

“Hey, I dealt with Hector at the hardware store. We picked out paint for you.”

“Oh, wow. It’s a perfect color—warm, sunny, but not…ew.”

Colors were important to her. She was a photographer, after all. She was very visual.

“Well, thank God for not ew.” He swatted her butt playfully. “Did I hear you mention burritos?”

“I did. It’s not like we can call out for Chinese.” Not that she minded that, really. She liked having a reason to go to town.

“Mmm. One of these days we’ll go on into a real town and get egg foo young. Dallas maybe. Texarkana is too small.”

“Sounds like a plan. I know a place in Arlington.” She found her clothes, got herself cleaned up.

“Yeah? They have good stuff?” He wiped down with a towel that lay by the bed. God, he was hot, all lean muscle and unselfconscious grace.

“Uh-huh. Private little booths and tons of tiny finger foods.” It was erotic as hell, even if you were there by yourself.

His eyes darkened with interest. “I like the sound of that, honey.”

“I like the idea of licking sauce from your fingers.”

“We could do that with ribs. Right here.”

“Mmm. I could so do that. Tonight, though? Burritos.”

“Well, get cookin’, woman.” His hand landed on her butt, more a caress than a slap.

She snorted, kissed his cheek. “I’m on it, lover.”

“I’ll just finish up in the guest bath.”

It was neat, acting like a real couple.

“I’ll holler when I get close.” She headed off to the kitchen, smiling when she saw a new little iPod player, waiting for her iPod to play on it. Bodie’s idea of technology had been Kraco speakers on his truck. She was bringing him into the twenty-first century, kicking and screaming.

She found the Cowboy playlist, singing along with Garth and George, Alan and Tim as she chopped and cooked. She wiggled a little to
Ain’t Going Down
while she browned the meat, and found Bodie smiling at her when she turned toward the fridge.

“Hey, you. You want beer or tea with your food? It’s fixin’ to be on the table.”

“Tea, I think. Been working all day, and I’m parched.” He’d washed up and changed into a pair of old jeans and a t-shirt, both thin and soft looking.

“You got it.” She poured two big glasses and made him two burritos, one for her, and doused them with chili and cheese.

“God, that smells good.” He plopped down at the table.

“Thanks.” She settled; it looked great and she thanked that little Mexican
abuelita
again, for the recipe.

Bodie murmured a little grace, and they dug in with little fanfare. The man was as focused when he ate as when he fucked. Addie approved.

Her phone squawked and tootled, vibrating on the table. Silly thing.

“What’s that, honey? You need to call someone?”

She looked, rolled her eyes. “Nah. It’s my iPeriod. It says I’m like three days late, and it’s having a conniption.”

The program was new enough that it didn’t have her cycle down exactly right and hell, a couple-three days on either side of twenty-eight was the norm for her.

He raised an eyebrow. “How late is that in Addie years?”

“Huh?” Hadn’t she said? It wasn’t a big deal.

“I mean, three days. Are you like clockwork, or is that scary?” He was looking…oddly panicky.

“I’m not worried.” She put her fork down, appetite disappearing. She wasn’t the kind of girl that got herself knocked up to stay with a guy.

“Good. That’s good.” He sat back, face relaxing.

Addie nodded, the chili sour in her mouth now. She finished her tea, trying her damnedest not to get her feelings hurt. Of course he’d worry, right? Even though she’d been honest with him, straight up.

Totally honest. Really.

Well, almost. For the most part. Right? Right.

Except she hadn’t talked to him about Jim and the breakup. The fight. The running back home to the dads. He hadn’t talked to her about either of his fiancées, so why would she? He hadn’t asked questions about her life before she’d come home, and she knew everything about him only because she was nosy as hell.

God, Addie. Chill the fuck out.

It wasn’t like she and Bodie were going to get married and have babies.

“You okay, honey?” He put one hand over hers.

She nodded, found a grin. “I am. You like the burritos okay?”

“They’re amazing. Thanks for supper.” He squeezed her hand. “Sorry if I freaked out a little. I’m just not in a raising babies place, you know?”

“I’m not the type to get pregnant, man. Fun-loving, yes. Irresponsible, not so much.” She winked, ignoring the flash of something that might have been bitterness. “Don’t worry. I won’t saddle you with little red-headed hellions.”

Bodie tilted his head. “Now you’re mad at me. You know I’m not the settling type, honey. I’ve tried. It’s not meant to be.”

“I didn’t ask for you to settle for anything. I cooked you supper and gave you a blowjob. I was on my knees, cowboy, but it wasn’t a marriage proposal.” She stood up and tossed the uneaten half of her supper in the trash. “I promise not to ask to move in, to get a permanent slot on your dance card, or to keep a toothbrush here, okay?”

He stood, too, hands on the table. “I put in a sink for you, honey. You can keep whatever you want here as long as birth control is part of it. I’m not looking for anything long-term, you understand? No babies. No big thing. I need to know you understand me, woman.”

“I said okay.” What? She was lying now? Too stupid to get it? And what was her deal with hooking up with guys who didn’t want to have kids with her? “I’ve never once suggested any different. You have rubbers. We’re using them. You’re the one that got het up.”