Cowboy Country (14 page)

He grabbed her pants at the ankles and tugged them off, exposing her skin to the cooling air.

"You might want to flip on the heater before you climb up here." Goose bumps dotted her skin. "It's cooling off in here pretty quick."

"Good idea." The heater came on with a whoosh. "Now. Where was I?" One eyebrow cocked as the teasing glint in his eyes made her capture her bottom lip between her teeth. "Oh yeah. Right about here," he said, crawling across the mattress toward her and pulling her into his arms.

The spicy scent of his cologne reached her nose. She inhaled the smell, trying to capture it in her mind. She would forever think of him when she smelled it again.

His fingers trailed over her cheek, tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, and then cupped her head to bring her closer. The muscles of his chest rubbed against her tight nipples, abrading them with the crisp hair. The sensation drove her wild with need.

The tip of his tongue traced the seam of her lips. She opened for him on a groan. After several minutes of dueling tongues, he left her mouth to trail kisses down her chest. He sucked first one nipple, then the other before he continued his journey down her abdomen.

Her breath hitched in her throat as he settled between her thighs and licked from slit to clit. It escaped on a heavy sigh moments later with his tongue’s disappearance. One hand slipped under her butt to lift her hips toward his mouth. Two fingers lifted the protective hood over her clit. The warmth of his breath sent tingles down her spine. He pulled the tight bundle of nerves between his lips and sucked. Tortured whimpers left her mouth as she fought the spiraling heat zipping along her nerves. With heels planted on the bed, she lifted her hips, grinding the engorged nub against his mouth, wanting—needing the exquisite pressure to go on and on. The exquisite torture ended too soon when she flew apart on a scream of his name as her climax burst through her pelvis.

The hum of satisfaction drained her muscles of any strength. Tucker kissed the inside of her thigh, nipped the skin with his teeth and then soothed it with his tongue. Eyes closed, she basked in the mind numbing, muscle relaxing glow of total release until he crawled to her side.

"No sleepin'. You've got one horny man here to take care of."

"Mmm."

"Open them pretty hazel eyes for me," he said. He grasped her hand and wrapped her fingers around his already condom encased cock. "Feel how much I want you."

She opened her eyes to the heat of his blue gaze that warmed her clear to her soul. "Appears so, cowboy," she whispered, enjoying the feeling of his length in her palm.

"Good. I don't want you to get the idea I didn't want you again because it's the last thing from the truth." He moved between her thighs and she spread herself open for him. Every last inch of what she wanted buried inside her, lay hard against her thigh. "That's it, darlin'. Open for me." The head of his cock bumped at her opening. "Oh yeah," he groaned as he slipped inside.

Molten insistent heat stirred in her depths. This man had everything—hot bod, sexy eyes, drop-dead-gorgeous overall and one hell of a way in bed.

He gathered her to his chest and flipped them both over so she straddled his hips. Her hair fell in a thick curtain around them when she leaned over to brace her hands on his shoulders. Leaning in, she sucked one nipple into her mouth. After several flicks of her tongue, she swore she heard low growls and hearty groans spilling from his lips. She wanted to give him this. She wanted to make him feel the same overwhelming sexual desire for her that she felt for him.

Her teeth excited, then her tongue calmed the hard nub beneath her mouth. The slow slide of her tongue from his nipple to his lips brought forth the reaction she had hoped for. A small lift of his hips enabled the drive of his cock into her to the hilt giving her what she needed—what she wanted.

He chuckled low and soft before he slid his tongue into her mouth. Even though she rode his hips, he took over their sexual encounter, lifting her with his hands on her waist, showing her the rhythm to bring them both to the brink. His hands moved so they touched her everywhere. On her breasts, in her hair, down her spine, grasping her ass cheeks and spreading her open as he drove into her with fevered desire unmatched by anything she'd felt before. He touched places in her soul no one had touched.

"God, I love being inside you." Several pumps of his hips and he stopped. "Your turn, darlin'. Ride me hard."

She lifted herself into a full upright position as she ground her groin against his. The small tip of her hips brought need spiking hard. One of his hands snuck between their bodies to finger her clit. She almost flew apart right then. She didn't want to come yet. His unoccupied hand cupped her breast, rolling her nipple. Good Lord, the man knew how to make love, have sex, fuck until you can't stop and drive her to the brink of insanity within moments of burying his cock inside her.

The rocking of her hips had him moaning beneath her. She glanced through her eyelashes to see the hard, concentrated look on his face. A situation she wanted to break. She needed him to come apart along with her.

She increased her speed. Faster and faster she swayed, grinding her pussy into his groin. She tipped her head back on her shoulders, thrusting her breast further into his palm. The pressure of his finger on her clit amplified. Two fingers pinched the hard nub shooting burning desire from her pussy to her nipples.

His breath rushed out, ragged and sharp. She could feel his cock swell and she knew he would explode any minute. Her own climax teetered on the edge of her consciousness. She bit her lip to keep from falling over into the abyss until he groaned his own release with a panting, "Yes, yes, yes," with each thrust of his hips.

"Tucker!" she shouted when her own climax exploded through her body like a close crack of thunder during an intense storm.

Intense seemed the perfect word in her brain to describe what he made her feel. These feelings were more than powerful. Volatile. Unpredictable. Hot blooded. Burning. Searing. All those words came to mind as she lay across his chest trying to catch her breath. But one last word sent her heart dropping into her stomach and fear racing down her spine along the same path his fingers now stroked.

Love.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Jacie tried desperately to convince herself the clenching of her heart and the burning behind her eyes, meant nothing.

Loving him would be totally wrong, completely ludicrous and insane.
For crying out loud, I've only known him a few days. I can't possibly be falling in love with him. It's just lust. Yeah, intense, overwhelming, lust.

A heavy sigh left her mouth when she rolled to Tucker's side, pulling the sheet and blanket over them.

"Mmm," he murmured, pulling her in closer. "I really need to get up and get rid of the condom."

She trailed her fingers through the hair on his chest. It felt soft and springy to her. He didn't have a tremendous amount, like a furry bear or anything, but just the right bit covered the impressive expanse.

The little trail of hair down his abdomen called to her.
Follow me.
Dancing her fingers over his skin, she watched as his flesh jumped and quivered with each touch.

"Yes you do, but I'm having fun."

"I can tell," he said with a chuckle. "Keep goin', darlin', and I'll be needin' another one."

She ran one fingernail down the line of hair. "And this is a bad thing, why?"

"It's not. I'm only statin' a fact. It doesn't take much for you to wind me up."

"Like a windup toy? Could be a grand adventure."

A roar of laughter from his lips had her chuckling right along with him. "Let me hit the bathroom for a minute, then we will see how wound up you can get me." He flipped the covers off before sitting up on the side of the bed. "Too bad the shower is so small in here or I'd say let's make use of it."

She propped one hand under her head so she could watch his firm ass leaving the bed. "I know. It's depressing. I wished the showers at the truck stop were coed. I would have brought you in there with me. It's been a long time since I've had sex in the shower."

He gave her a wicked grin and a wink before he disappeared into the bathroom. "We should have a chance in Vegas." His voice bounced off the walls as he spoke from the bathroom. Water ran in the sink. She assumed he was taking care of the condom and cleaning off a bit before he returned to the bed.

In Vegas? I thought we would be splitting up once I dropped the bull off?

"What do you mean in Vegas?"

"You know. We can hang out, see some of the sights. Do a little gambling. See some of the shows. I think almost every country music artist around plays Vegas during NFR."

"But I thought—"

"What?" he asked, reappearing in the doorway. All male and certainly gorgeous, she had a hard time pulling her gaze away from him. "You thought I'd be dumping you on the side of the road when we hit Thomas Mack?"

"Well, yeah."

He crawled in beside her, brought the covers over the top of them and pulled her against his side. "I've been thinking about our deal."

Oh shit!

"I could use someone to go to the social gatherings that are required of me while I'm there. Dinner parties, hobnobbing with the PBR bigwigs, lunches with the other bull owners—you know all of those public dealings."

She sat up, staring at his expectant and hopeful expression. "Wait. You're serious."

"Sure. You would be perfect for it. You clean up real nice. You know your way around livestock—"

A swift punch to his side forced the breath from his lungs before she jumped out of the bed.

"I…will…not…be…your…arm…candy," she forced out between grabbing her clothes. "Get some buckle bunny to play your hooker."

"Jacie, wait!"

She stomped out into the living room part of the trailer and jerked her clothes on, intent on sleeping in her truck.

He grabbed her arm and spun her around before he trapped her against his body.

"If you don't let me go, you'll be really sorry when you need to pee next."

"All right fine," he replied, dropping his arms from around her. "Will you hear me out?"

"Fine," she growled and gritted teeth.

"How do you plan on getting your mare home? Your trailer is still in Littleton. And if I'm guessing right, you had planned on placing at NFR for the money for gas. Right?"

She refused to answer, but narrowed her eyes with his direct hit on a nerve.

"All I'm asking is for you to accompany me to some of these things as my guest. You know how much I hate worrying about some woman trying to come onto me because I've got some money in the bank. You know me and we have a bit of an arrangement, you could say. I don't have to worry about you trying to corral me." One finger stroked her cheek for a moment and then slipped behind her neck. "Come on, Jacie. We're good together," he whispered against her ear. "Another two weeks of hot, sweaty sex sounds good, doesn't it?"

"Maybe."

"When NFR is over." He licked her ear. "I'll pay your expenses to get my bull to Texas and get you all the way home."

His teeth nibbled her earlobe and she fought a shiver racing down her back. She didn't want to feel the things he made her feel. She hated the way he could bring her body up to boiling in a matter of seconds with nothing more than a few words, a lick here and there, or the stroke of his fingers.

"No fuss, no muss. You go your way, I go mine. What do you say?" He moved away and looked deep into her eyes.

Problem was she didn't want to walk away from him.

"Let me spoil you for two weeks."

If he only knew.

"All right. But we do this my way."

"Anything you want, darlin'."

"You'll be sorry you said that."

* * * *

"Bye, Pam. Thank so much for breakfast and letting us put the animals up last night."

"You are so welcome, baby girl. You know that," Pam replied as she grabbed Jacie in a hug. "You need to sink your claws in the hunky man hanging with you, honey."

"It's nothing. Just a short term thing. He'll be going his way and I'll be going mine."

Pam's deep brown eyes looked straight into hers and Jacie feared her friend could see everything she tried desperately to bury.

"You can't hide what's in your heart from me, honey. You're already in love with him. I hope you find happiness in the end."

Jacie opened her mouth to protest, but Pam shook her head. There wouldn't be any use denying it. She had to hope when her and Tucker's time together was over, she would be able to walk away in one piece. Somehow, it wasn't looking too promising right now.

"I'll see you later." Jacie couldn't say anything else. She knew it would be hopeless anyway.

"I hope you know what you're doin'."

"No, but I can't stop it," she replied. "Talk to you soon. Take care of Jack. I'll keep in touch."

Once she pulled the keys to the truck from her pocket, she climbed into the cab and started the engine. The animals were loaded and they were set to roll. Vegas wouldn't be too far. They could make it easily by early afternoon, unload the animals and find the hotel room he'd already reserved months ago.

The Bellagio. She couldn't even fathom what the rooms there looked like. Somehow, she figured Tucker would go in style.

After she had given into his proposal of spending the next two weeks together, he proceeded to tell her all about the parties, the fancy room he had reserved, and the box seats during the events at the arena they could attend. It sounded like he planned to wine and dine her right out of whatever slinky dress he planned to buy and buy he would. He already said they would be going shopping when they arrived. Her wardrobe didn't consist of anything close to what she would need to attend the functions he talked about.