The Quick and the Hot 2: Slick Rider (9 page)

Heart soaring with the joy of this decision, he thrust back into her core. Her body hugged him tight, and he groaned.

“I can’t get enough. Can’t get deep enough. Hook your legs around me, Whiskey.”

She did, and the angle allowed him to slip another precious fraction deeper. She squeezed her eyes shut and cried out. As he drove into her, he imagined a whole life between them, stretching on for happy eternity.

The knot in his groin tightened. Heat washed over him—an unquenchable need that would never go away.

He clutched her ass and filled her pussy again and again. When her pulsations began, his tenuous hold on control snapped.

Pistoning his hips, he plunged to her core. Jets of cum spurted from him. His long groan made her wild cry seem tame. He pounded her, wanting to reach her center—her soul.

His release went on for so long he’d need an IV to replace electrolytes when he was finished.

Gathering her to his chest, he kissed her. All the passion and love he felt for her poured from him. She roved her hands over his back and ass, then back up to cup his jaw.

Juss pulled back and dived into her gaze. They searched each other while their heart rates slowed.

He eased out of Lilly’s snug embrace, rolled to her side, and quickly discarded the condom in the nearby garbage can.

She flung an arm over her eyes, chest working. He stared at her for a second before realizing she was in tears.

Leaning over her, he placed a palm on her soft belly right over the navel ring he loved. “Oh, Whiskey, what is it?”

She shook her head, not uncovering her face. He gently grasped her forearm and tried to budge it. She refused. He drew her against his chest. She remained stiff in his hold.

“Did I hurt you?”

”No,” she squeaked.

Confusion settled within him. Didn’t she know what she meant to him? He brushed his lips over her forehead, cheek, jaw. He’d kiss her eyelids if she’d move her arm. Tenderness rushed in his veins.

“You feel so damn good in my arms, Lilly. I want you to stay here all night—”

“That’s the problem!” She exploded out of his hold and jumped off the bed as if it were on fire. Her hair tumbled from its pins and swirled around her bare shoulders. His gut clenched when he took in her wild-eyed expression.

Redness mottled her face and neck, and her eyes glistened with tears.

He climbed off the bed and circled it. She backed up, cutting a hand through the air. His concern morphed into fear. She was going to run before he had a chance to say what was in his heart.

“Lilly—”

Again, she cut him off. “I thought I could do this—come here and spend a night with you as if it doesn’t matter that I’m bleeding inside.”

“What? Sweetheart, come here.” He reached for her, but she dodged him. She grabbed her dress and threw it over her head. With jerky movements, she stuck her arms through the holes.

“Lilly, you’re not walking out that door.”

“I have to, Juss. Don’t you see? We’re not cut out for more than sex. Romps on the mats, in the pool, and now in an amazing hotel room. It can’t continue. It’s a dead end.”

He firmed his resolve. “Is not,” he said tightly.

She snagged her heels from the floor and looped the straps on her index finger.

Juss had been on the backs of dozens of bulls, risked his life and limbs to compete. Yet he’d never felt such terror as he did at this moment. If Lilly walked out, he didn’t know what he’d do.

She grabbed her bra, gloves, and the tiny golden wrist clutch she’d dropped when she came in. Her ripped panties lay on the floor, a silky black omen of what his heart would look like after she left.

I can’t let her get that far.

“I’m sorry, Juss. Tonight was wonderful. I’ll never forget it. But I can’t do this anymore.” Her voice broke and fresh tears gushed down her cheeks.

When she moved toward the door, he rushed forward. Slamming his back against the door, he prevented her from opening it.

“Please move,” she cried.

“Not until you hear me out. At the rehab center, I’ve never felt closer to anyone in my life.”

Her eyes widened, and her breathing hitched.

He nodded. “Believe it, Lilly. Being with you there—here—is something I’d never dreamed of for myself, believing there wasn’t a woman out there for me. I was wrong.”

She gulped. God, he wanted to hold her, to tuck her head under his chin and just breathe in her sweet scent. But he had to make her realize what she meant to him while he wasn’t touching her. The instant their skin made contact, they went into sexual-combustion mode, and he couldn’t have that.

Yet.

“I want more of those moments we shared at rehab—all of them. And I want to make new memories. I’ll take you to my family’s ranch and seat you in front of me on a horse and ride out into the fields just to share the beauty of the country with you. I’ll drag you through airports and talk to you about my nerves before a big competition. I’ll pin you down and kiss every inch of your body until you beg me to sink into you.”

He lowered his voice at the last. She stepped close and wrapped her hands around his biceps. “What about my job? I can’t just roam the country with you—”

“I’m not asking you to give it up. Just to let me be part of it. We’ll work out the details. Do whatever we can to spend time together. But Whiskey…” He locked her to him with an arm around her waist, brushing his nose against hers. “Please say you’ll be mine.”

A harsh sob left her, and he held her through several shaking moments. Finally she tilted her face up to meet his gaze. This was the moment his heartstrings were either tied to her or ripped out. He held his breath.

“Juss…do you mean it?”

“Every damn word.”

“God, it’s too much to hope for. I tried to deny what I feel, but—”

“What
do
you feel?”

“That I want to get on that horse and ride into the sunset.” Her eyes swam, but a smile tipped the corners of her mouth upward.

He released the breath he’d been holding in a rush. Wrapping his arms around her, he rocked her back and forth. “Oh sweetheart, that’s exactly what I want. If you didn’t feel the same, I didn’t know what the hell I’d do.”

She moved away an inch. “How could I not?” Wonder crossed her face as she ran a fingertip over his jaw. “You’re Juss Rossie, the sexiest cowboy on Earth.”

He laughed, his joy a bubble that needed to escape—to float on the air between them. “I don’t know about that. I’ve definitely got the better end of the deal.”

She was shaking her head before he finished. “I’m no one—boring old physical therapist assistant Lilly.”

“Now how can that be? I see a gorgeous woman who knew what she wanted when she seduced me in the therapy pool. Besides being sexy as hell, you’re dedicated to your job and patients, and fabulous at what you do.”

She stretched onto her tiptoes and planted a soft kiss on his mouth. “Dedicated to you.”

He swooped in and kissed her, long and deep. Emotion whirled in his chest. When he pulled away, they were both trembling. “I was prepared to quit the Tour if it meant keeping you.”

She gasped. “What? I’d never expect you to do something like that.”

Gliding a thumb over her moist lips, he smiled. “I know. That’s what’s amazing about you. But I’d give it up rather than lose a chance with you.”

“Oh Juss…” Tears welled in her eyes again. Before they fell, he sagged at the knees and scooped her off her feet. She dropped everything she held and wound her arms around his neck.

As she clung to him, he crossed to the bed once more. “You haven’t seen everything I’ve got in store for you tonight, Whiskey.”

“What’s that?”

He dropped her on the bed. Bouncing and laughing, she watched him hoist the duffel bag onto the mattress. She reached for it, but he said, “Uh-uh. This is my magic bag. We’ve got this.” He withdrew a long feather.

“Ohhh.”

“And this.” He held up a small vibrator for her clit.

Shivering, she wrapped her arms around her middle.

“I’m equipped for all eventualities.” He displayed a tube of lube.

Her mouth fell open.

“Don’t worry—we’ll take it slow and only do what you’re comfortable with.” He rummaged around in the bag again. “I’ve got condoms galore—ribbed, tickler, and flavored.” He waggled his brows.

Her shoulders shook with laughter.

He paused with his hand inside the bag, skimming the cutoff denim shorts within. “I’d also like to see you in these.” He held up the shorty shorts, a plaid shirt, and cowgirl boots.

Lilly stripped off her evening gown and tossed it to the floor. Reaching for the garments, she grinned. “So you want a country girl, do ya?” She exaggerated her words into a drawl.

He stared at her pert breasts, and his cock swelled another inch. “Oh yeah.”

She shimmied into the shirt and started buttoning it. “What else do you have in that bag?”

He placed the cowgirl hat beside her. “I have enough tricks in this bag to keep you satisfied for a long time.”

She encircled his cock with her fingers. He groaned as she smeared the precum over the tip, licking her lips in the same rhythm she moved her thumb. “I have enough to keep me busy right here, but I can’t wait to explore with you.”

“Good. Now get that hot l’il ass into those shorts so I can tug them back off with my teeth.”

She hooked a hand around his nape, pulling him down for a kiss. “I think I’m in for a wild ride with you, cowboy.”

He reached between her legs and eased a finger down the seam of her pussy. Sinking a finger deep into her soaking sheath, he groaned. “I’m so damn glad I got thrown off that bull, Whiskey.”

She smiled, her love evident in her eyes. “I pray you don’t have any more injuries, but at least you have your own personal physical therapist now.”

He plunged his tongue into her mouth, mimicking the action of his finger as she’d done with her thumb and lips a minute ago. As he lost himself in her sweetness, warmth spread through him. “Right now I’ve got the hottest cowgirl on the planet. Spread those thighs, Whiskey. Damn, I can’t even wait for you to get those shorts and boots on. I need you now. Hold on. It’s gonna be a rough ride.”

She grabbed the hat and planted it atop her whiskey-colored waves. “Yeehaw!”

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Em Petrova

Em Petrova lives in backwoods Pennsylvania, where she raises four kids and a Labradoodle puppy named Daisy Hasselhoff and pays too damn much for utilities. She loves to write gritty characters with lots of heart and is well-known for scorching, panty-soaking erotic romance.