Wrangled and Tangled (40 page)

Don’t think about it. Just do it. Make it hot as sin.

Tierney ran the pulp part of the lime over Celia’s lips before placing it between her lips. She swirled her finger into the shot glass, deciding to spread it across Celia’s chest. She chanced a look at Celia as she sprinkled on the salt, recognizing her “aren’t we bad?” smirk. That spurred Tierney to dip the tip of her tongue beneath the elastic tank top band, flattening it as she lapped up every salt granule.

She tossed back the tequila, leaving her lips against Celia’s for a beat before she sucked the lime between her lips and bit down.

This time, she had the guts to gauge the guys’ reactions, although her heart raced and she suspected her cheeks were as red as maraschino cherries.

Skeeter rose to his feet for a standing ovation. “Next round is on me.”

Kyle’s and Celia’s gazes were locked in silent battle.

Michael was studying Breck very closely.

Breck said, “Sister’s got game,” and fist bumped Davy.

She didn’t see Renner. Had he left?

Then his strong hand circled her hip. His low voice burned her ear. “We’re leaving.”

“But—”

“Right. Fuckin’. Now. Do not argue with me.”

Holy crap, he was pissed.

She managed to snag her purse off the table and wave good-bye to Celia before Renner clasped her hand in his and hotfooted it out of the bar.

He didn’t speak. He didn’t slow. He dodged and weaved through the throng until the crowd thinned. Then he cut down a long hallway and opened a door into a big room with metal corrals that denoted a stock containment facility. The barnyard odor lingered beneath the sharp scent of cleaning solution, but no animals were present.

Tierney found her back against those metal rails.

“You like having people watch you get your freak on?”

“Renner, it’s not—”

“You put on that raunchy display with Celia to make me horny. Guess what? It worked. Guess what else? I will oblige your exhibitionist tendencies.” Renner’s impassioned gaze swept over her. “Strip.”

“What?” Her eyes scanned the room in a panic. “This is a public place, Renner.”

“So was the bar and it didn’t seem to bother you. Havin’ Celia’s hands on you. Havin’ Celia’s mouth on you.” He growled and stalked closer. “I want equal time and I want it right now, so take off your goddamn jeans, Tierney.”

Hey, how’s that game of “let’s do a whole bunch of shots and tease our men out of their dirty minds with girl on girl fantasies” working out for you now?

“I admit we took it a little too far. And I’ll make it up to you, however you want, but not here.”

“Wrong. Right here, right now.”

“Please. This is—”

“Not up for discussion.” Renner’s blue eyes glittered like sapphires. “And sorry, you’re fresh outta tequila and salt, so we’re gonna do this my way, without props. So for the last time, take off your jeans or I will cut them off.”

“Very funny. Stop kidding around.”

He grinned and reached in his pocket to pull out his knife. “Oh, darlin’, I ain’t even
close
to kiddin’ about this. Take. Them. Off.”

Was he testing her?

He flicked open the blade. “Now.”

Okay. He
wasn’t
testing her.

She managed to kick off her boots and peel away her jeans while her hands shook like a junkie’s. But as the cold metal bars of the corral dug into the backs of her naked thighs, she admitted she wasn’t shaking from fear, but anticipation. He could get her so fired up with just a regal look.

Heat emanated off Renner when he stopped in front of her. “Hold very still.”

She did. She couldn’t take her eyes off the lust raging in his.

He drawled, “Pity about your panties,” a millisecond before he sliced the string by her hip, and then blithely tossed the scrap of lace over his shoulder.

She gasped, “Renner—”

His lips landed on hers in a punishing kiss. As he owned her mouth, he placed her hands on the metal rung beside her head. He broke free to nuzzle her neck. “Hold on tight and step onto the rung behind you.” He nipped her earlobe. “Spread your legs.”

A dizzy sensation rolled through her when Renner dropped to his knees. He framed her pussy with his rough hands, using his thumbs to hold open the fleshy folds covering her clit. He blew a cool stream of breath across the delicate tissues.

She shuddered.

Renner laughed. “Remind me again what a woman wants? A long tongue to lick that moist section of skin? Would it be
this
section?” He lapped at her slit. Once. Twice. Three times.

“Oh God.”

“Or this section?” He flicked just the tip of his tongue below her clit. Not on it. Flicked over and over until she whimpered with frustration. “And I love tasting all this sweet syrup. I love how I can get you so wet, and so hot, that your juice flows down my throat as thick and warm as honey.”

Sweat broke out on her belly. Despite the fact half of her body was freakin’ naked, her skin was on fire.

“Do I remember something about a firm bite into the flesh until it explodes? Would
this
be the bit of flesh?” He opened his mouth over her clit and sucked. Gently bit.

He teased her until she squirmed, panted and finally yelled, “All right! I’m sorry I taunted you. But right now, I don’t care if someone waltzes in while you’re going down on me because you’ve made me so’ hot—”

“And that is the answer I was lookin’ for.” Renner suctioned his mouth like he meant business, like he meant her to come within seconds and she obliged him. The orgasm slammed into her with the force of a freight train, blowing her hair back, shaking her to the rafters; she moaned his name as her clit throbbed beneath his talented tongue.

Then he was on his feet, frantically yanking down his jeans. He hiked her hips up, wrapping her legs around his waist, holding her ass in his hands as he plunged into her. His mouth was wet and hot on the side of her neck as he urged, “Hold on. God, you make me want you.” He pulled out and slammed into her. “So ready for me. Every damn time.”

She arched her pelvis, rocking into him, lost in his urgency. Her fingers itched to touch him, to rip open his shirt to feel the hard wall of his chest and his heated skin, but she could do nothing but hold on and enjoy the ride.

His strokes speeded up. Renner released a guttural sound against her throat and his whole body quaked with his release.

Before he gifted her with those deliciously sweet and possessive post-orgasmic kisses she craved, a loud clatter sounded from the doorway.

“Shit.” Renner set her on her feet, retrieved her pants and tossed them to her.

Tierney dressed in record time and was just slipping on her boots when a security guard walked in. His suspicious gaze moved between them. “What are you two doing in here? This area is off limits to ticket holders.”

“I’m not a ticket holder. I’m a stock contractor and I was double-checking the size of this pen before tomorrow.”

The security guard remained skeptical. “You need to vacate the premises. Now.”

“No problem.” Renner held out his hand to Tierney.

It wasn’t until they were in the hallway and Renner was hustling her to his truck that she realized she’d left her panties on the floor.

Not that she would’ve had them on long after they returned to the hotel anyway.

The instant the hotel door shut he’d shoved her to her knees. Impatiently unbuckling his jeans, ramming his cock into her mouth, growling with pleasure as she gave him what he wanted—her immediate and total surrender. She tasted the mix of her juices and his as she brought him off quickly. The room was silent as he came, except for her sucking sounds and the steady beat of his fist on the door that matched the hot ejaculate spurting into her mouth. As soon as she finished swallowing, he hauled her to her feet, dispensed with their clothes and threw her on the bed.

Renner ruthlessly used his fingers and mouth on her pussy, propelling her to the brink, pulling back and pushing her again and again until she begged. Then he let her come.

Before she’d caught her breath from the almost violent, mind-blowing orgasm, he dragged her into the bathroom. He spread her legs wide and pressed her hips into the towel he’d draped over the marble counter.

His warm mouth tickled her ear. “You’re mine. Understand?
Mine.
My hands on you. My mouth on you. My cock in you. No one else will ever have you the way I do. No one.”

Tierney’s mouth dried and her belly roiled watching him uncap the bottle of lube. He’d hinted at wanting this final virginity from her, and she’d demurred, so the fact he was taking it on his terms, and he’d make her enjoy it, ratcheted her lust a thousand degrees.

She attempted to relax as he worked a finger into her ass. Two fingers. Then the slick tip of his cock prodded her anus and slipped past the tight ring of muscle. Moving inch by inch until his cock filled her back channel completely.

His hand clutched her hair, forcing her gaze to meet his in the mirror. The strokes started out slow. The bite of pain was softened by the tingle of pleasure as the nubby fabric of the towel abraded her clit with his every thrust. When he couldn’t hold back, when he reamed her ass harder and deeper and faster, without pause, she came, staring into his wild eyes, feeling a connection beyond anything she’d ever experienced.

And when Renner finally reached that point, he sank his teeth into the sensitive sweep of her neck to muffle his cry. The sexy love bite was another sign of his total possession and Tierney climaxed again. Hard.

It was the most intense sexual interlude she could imagine.

But Renner was by no means finished with her. He flipped on the shower, filling the space with damp heat. He carried her into the glass enclosure. Soaping every millimeter of her skin. Kissing her. Caressing her. Muttering sweet nothings against her wet flesh as he reignited their passion. He pinned her to the tile with his strong body and slowly made love to her, creating a dense haze of pleasure that rivaled the fragrant steam enveloping them.

Only then did he dry her off and carry her to bed. Twining their bodies together, his proof that she belonged to him as unassailable as the fact she was completely in love with him.

Chapter Thirty-two

“T
ierney? Baby, we’re almost home.”

She yawned and stretched. “I thought you were going to wake me up so I could drive part of the way.”

“You looked so cute and peaceful. Besides, I wore you out last night. You needed to rest up.” He smiled cheekily.

Tierney turned her head and kissed Renner’s knuckles. She loved the way he always had to touch her, even in sleep. Now that she’d gotten used to constant physical affection, she didn’t know how she’d ever live without it. She pushed upright, squinting into the darkness before she reached for her glasses. “How long before you have to hit the road again?”

“Depends on if Pritchett can find any help. If he can’t, then I’ll be gone soon.”

“I’ll hold down the fort while you’re loadin’ them doggies in the chutes.” She plucked his hand off the seat and held it between hers. His callused hands were a testament to his hard work. She loved how his hands felt on her body, gentle and teasing. Sometimes rough. But always loving. Every time he touched her or kissed her or made love to her she felt his love. She just wished he could give voice to it.

Maybe
you
should give voice to it.

Right then, Tierney decided to take the first step.

“I hear them gears churning, smart girl. What’s on your mind?”

“I don’t want you to laugh.”

“I won’t. Unless you put on a red clown nose and a rainbow wig.”

“Now who’s trying to make me laugh? But I’m serious.” She looked at him in the glow of the dashboard lights. “I don’t want to hide our relationship. Not at the Split Rock. Not anywhere else. Not for anyone.”

His body went very still.