All Flash No Cash (11 page)

“Really, and constantly.” He took her hand.
“Come over here.” He led her to the bike. “Watching the photo shoot
gave me some ideas.” Setting her on the big seat, he positioned her
hands, then her feet. “How does that feel?”

“Like I’m supposed to be made of rubber.”

He chuckled. “Just a few like this. I’ll let
you do your own poses after this one.”

Great. She had no idea what to do, except to
not touch the painted surfaces. “Sure, easy.”

He backed up, framing her with his hands.
“Beautiful. The makeup is wild.”

“Like a raccoon kind of wild?” That was what
she felt like with all the guck on her face.

“No, like a fantasy creature.” He looked
through the viewfinder. “My fantasy.”

“Lots of talk, but no action.” She needed
some inspiration, here. “Take off your shirt.”

His head shot out from behind the camera.
“Now you’re talkin’.” Pete stepped to the side of the camera and
crossed his arms, grabbing the hem of his T-shirt. He slowly pulled
it off over his head.

“Mmmm.” She’d wanted to bite his pecs, lick
those abs, see close-up what was behind that zipper.

He flexed his biceps, tightened his upper
body. “Is this what you wanted to see?” The smirk on his face
struck her as so sexy, she completely relaxed, staring at him like
she wanted to taste every inch of him.

The camera snapped.

He had a remote in his hand.

She could do this, with his help. “What else
you got?” Settling her legs a different way, she tried another
pose.

“Ah, nice.” He growled the words as he
unbuckled his belt, toed off his boots, then he snapped a few
photos.

Sliding his jeans down his legs, he watched
her, until all he wore was a pair of sexy, black boxer briefs.

Wiggling on the big, leather seat, she came
up with a few sexy positions she’d like to try with Pete right here
on the bike. CJ looked toward the camera, and he snapped a couple
shots.

“You’re a natural.” He checked the viewfinder
again.

“You make it easy. Give me a little more
incentive.”

He flashed her a grin, then turned so she
could see his back. He flexed, and his corded muscles popped.
Placing his hands on his hips, he tightened his glutes and thighs,
then tugged one side of his underwear down.

“I want it all.” Her voice sounded foreign to
her, low and sexy like a purr.

“Whatever boss lady wants.” He slid the
drawers down, exposing his firm ass.

CJ bit her lip, wanting to get a taste of
those perfect cheeks.

When he bent and took the scrap of cloth all
the way off, she could just catch a glimpse of the goodies he had
between his legs.

“Come over here.”

“Hold on, CJ.” He stood, turning slowly,
revealing a massive erection, and tight balls. “Let me take over
for a while.”

His dominant tone melted her insides, and she
stretched out, careful not to touch anyplace she wasn’t supposed
to. On the bike, and herself.

“That’s it.” He snapped photos. “Now, imagine
seeing your man, naked and aroused, standing so close you could
almost touch.”

She placed her hand low on her belly and
stared at him, showing him how much she wanted him.

He walked closer, snapping photos until he
was in the frame, then he handed her the remote. “You decide if you
want more photos, CJ.” He stood in front of her.

She reached out and smoothed her hand over
his bare hip. Hot and tight, he was a spectacular, sexy male.
Gliding her hand forward, she gripped his hard length.

His breathing became uneven and his body
tensed.

When she licked her lips, he guided her hand
back to his hip. “Today is about you, CJ.”

CJ wanted to taste him, wanted to pull him
close and take all of his hard, thick cock into her mouth. Then she
wanted to ride him like her life depended on it. She wiggled on the
motorcycle seat, trying to find the words to tell him what she
needed.

Pete knelt between her legs, kissing a path
from her knee to her inner thigh while his fingers tugged at the
bows at each side of her bikini bottom. When it fell loose, he drew
in a deep breath. “You are beautiful.” He stared at the soft pink
skin that had been professionally waxed the day before.

She was glad she’d made the trip to Rapid
City to have it done. “For you.”

His gaze shot to hers, his eyes dark, almost
forest green. “The best present ever.” He leaned forward and kissed
her.

Her body jolted with pleasure, and her thumb
on the remote clicked, snapping a photo.

“Oops.” She panted the word out as his tongue
traced the seam of her pussy lips, and his hands massaged her inner
thighs.

A low chuckle escaped him, but he quickly
went back to pleasing her. His lips kissed, nipped and his teeth
nibbled, until she was a quivering mass of heat. She felt her
juices escaping, and he lapped them up.

“You’re ready, CJ, and I can’t wait another
second.” He pressed her legs further apart and pushed his tongue
deep inside her opening, rolling and swirling, creating trails of
heat that flittered through her whole body.

The camera clicked again, but she didn’t
care. She needed release. Needed him to love her until she
screamed.

His tongue slid upward, finding her clit. His
fingers spread her, giving him full access. He licked, flicked,
circled and sucked until her muscles shook, her head rattled, and
an explosion ripped through her, sending her out of her own body,
tucking and rolling through space. Silence surrounded her, soft as
cotton, as her body tingled with ecstasy.

When she slowly drifted back, he lapped at
her pussy, kissed her softly, and murmured words of praise that she
couldn’t quite comprehend.

“Oh, hayseed. You’ve got more talent than any
one man should be allowed.”

He stood and wrapped an arm around her,
leaning her back for a kiss. His tongue played with hers, spreading
her own taste in her mouth.

“You, CJ Overton, are more sexy than should
be legal.”

The camera snapped again. She looked at her
hand. “It just keeps doing that.”

He smirked. “Uh huh. I can’t wait to see
them.”

A small spear of worry tried to cut into her
bliss. How did she feel about him having naked pictures of her?

He must have sensed her change of emotion.
“Don’t worry.” He cupped her cheeks and looked into her eyes. “I’m
going to give you the memory card from the camera. The photos will
be yours to keep…or share. Whatever you want.”

She nodded. “Thank you. I’m kind of a private
person.”

“No, really?” He laced the word with enough
sarcasm to have the corner of her mouth twitching. Pete pulled her
to her feet. “While you’re still half-naked, wanna take a ride?”
His wicked smile gave her a chill of anticipation.

“Where are we going?” She ran her hands over
his arms, shoulders, and back, needing to feel every inch of
him.

“Heaven. Maybe a little hell just for the
heat factor.” He walked back to the pile of clothes he’d left by
the camera and pulled a condom from his pocket. Strolling back to
her, he ripped open the packet then threw one leg over the bike and
sat. “Ready?”

CJ took the condom from him and slowly rolled
it onto his hard, hot shaft. “Ready.”

He grasped her hips and pulled her closer,
lifted one leg and helped her straddle the bike, facing him.

“I was just thinking about this position.”
She stroked his cock. Thinking about a bumpy ride.

****

Pete’s body flash-heated as CJ seduced him
with words, with her hand on his cock, and with her green eyes,
that had darkened to emerald. With her taste, her scent still on
his tongue, he let his fears about being hurt dissipate. She would
see how good they were together. How he put up with her bullshit,
and still came back for more.

As he guided her feet, in those bad-girl
sandals, to the pegs, lifted her hips up, and positioned her pussy
at the tip of his cock, he admitted how he felt for her. He’d never
known anything this strong, this compelling.

She wriggled and shuddered. “Now, Pete. Let
me go.”

He released her hips and she dropped down
onto his turgid cock, taking him nearly all the way inside her
tight canal. His belly heated, his balls drew up close, and his
mind turned to mush.

CJ cried out, lifted herself halfway off him,
then impaled herself again, taking in more of him. She grasped his
shoulders and ground her pelvis around in circles on him.

“Ah jeez.” Sparks tracked along his spine,
gripping his brain in pure pleasure, immersing his groin in the
primal urge to buck up into her. But he held back.

This was her rodeo.

She gazed into his eyes as she found a
rhythm, her hips tipping back and forth, working his shaft as she
moved her tight opening up and down, nearly off him, then all the
way down, until her core shifted enough that she took him all.
Every piece of him suctioned deep inside her.

He wanted to come, wanted to shoot off, but
he held back, let her have her fun. This was all about her, and
he’d make damn sure it was unforgettable.

The camera snapped a few more times as she
rode, sliding and squeezing, making him more insane for release
with each movement.

He untied her bikini top and tossed it aside.
Pulling her forward, he leaned in and took her nipple into his
mouth. She tasted like sweet wine and sunshine.

CJ squealed and he could sense she was close.
Hell, he was so close, it’d be a contest to see who could last
longer.

Pete suckled her breast, cupped her ass with
one hand, and slid his thumb between her legs, softly touching her
clit.

“Oh, God!” CJ shouted, her body shook as she
rode him faster, up and down as quickly as she could. She broke.
“Pete!” Her head dropped forward, her tight core contracted around
his shaft, fast and strong, like a fist gripping him.

“Yeah.” He let go, his body tensing, his
balls shooting cum that pulsed through his cock into her. A blast
of fire rode his spine to his head and shattered like a crystal
ball hitting cement. He tunneled far away from sound and awareness,
only feeling, a pleasure as pure and raw as life itself.

He came back down quickly, catching CJ as she
collapsed onto him, panting, her arms around his neck, hanging on
tightly. Leaning back, he cradled her, still joined with her,
feeling residual quivers inside her slick channel.

She kissed his neck, then stiffened. “Pete.”
Pulling back, she looked at him. A wrinkle formed between her
brows.

Whatever she had to say, he wasn’t going to
like it.

“Pete, I want to say this now, just so
everything is clear between us.”

He nodded. “Go ahead.” This was the part
where she broke his heart.

“I really like you. And as you can see, I’m
not strong enough to resist what you offer.”

What he offered? Just some fast, wild sex?
Maybe he hadn’t made his intentions known. “CJ, I don’t want this
to end.”

She touched her finger to his lips, her eyes
shifting away. “I’m not the ‘settling-down’ type.” Putting her foot
on the floor, she lifted off him, tearing herself away physically
and emotionally. “And I’m guessing you are.” She didn’t look at him
as she picked up her robe and slid it on.

Fuck. He swung his leg over the bike, dealt
with the condom, and got dressed.

The whole while, she just stood watching
him.

He glanced around. Everything he’d brought
was already packed in his truck. He wasn’t leaving anything behind
to remind her of him. He took his camera off the tripod. “The
photographer will be back in a couple hours for this stuff. He’ll
call when he gets here.”

“Okay.” She stepped closer. “If we can find a
way to get together without either of us having expectations, I
think we—”

“Too late.” He handed her the memory card
with all the photos on it. He figured he was going to sound like a
puss when he said it, but he didn’t care. He looked into her eyes,
waited a second, then took a breath. “It’s all or nothing for me,
CJ. You are
all
I want.” He turned to leave.

“Pete.”

He froze, praying for the words to come from
her mouth.

“I’m sorry.”

The wrong words. He left, closing the door
quietly. The drive back to Williston was going to be a long
one.

Six hours later, with a headache, an empty
stomach, and the need to have one too many shots of whiskey, he
stormed into his apartment.

The guys sat around the table playing
poker.

“Hey, how did it go?” Huck dropped a red
poker chip into the pile in the middle of the table.

Pete collapsed into the empty chair. “Photo
shoot, good. The rest of it, shit.”

“What’s going on?” Dax’s black hair was wet,
like he’d just showered. “Did she get all clingy and
demanding?”

Pete huffed a breath. “Just the
opposite.”

Shaw set down his cards, his gaze zooming in
on Pete. “So,
you
got all clingy and demanding?”

Pete gave a half-smile. “Not quite, but I
told her I wouldn’t be her booty call.”

Dax whistled. “You got them feelings going
on, huh?”

“I guess. I don’t know.” He explained how
he’d withheld the fact that he was swimming in money, was going to
buy out the properties surrounding the family ranch, and would hire
enough ranch workers so he wouldn’t have to muck stalls every
day.

“The gentleman rancher.” Huck raised a brow.
“Dad’s gonna call you all kinds of a fool for trusting a foreman to
run the ranch.”

“Dad can…” Pete shrugged. “He’ll be in Texas,
if mom has her way. And I’m gonna keep my boots on soil, but I
don’t want to work twelve hour days like he does. I want to raise a
family and travel—”

“Hold it, cowboy.” Dax set down his cards.
“This is getting serious. Like, ring-through-the-nose serious.”