Cowboy Country (16 page)

"We have a suite."

"Suite? What do you mean a suite?"

"I’m a good customer of this hotel. I stay here during NFR. I get a suite for a reduced price. You’ll like it. It’s got a huge window at the end of the king size bed that looks out over the city. We can make love, sip champagne, watch the lights of Vegas come up as the sun goes down."

"I can’t have champagne. Remember, I’m pregnant."

He threw back his head and laughed. "You do realize there will be retaliation for your interference downstairs."

"Retaliation?"

"Yep. I hope you have those handcuffs we talked about before in your bag. Otherwise, I’ll have to find a specialty store nearby. I think you’ve been a naughty girl."

Low, sexy and dark—his voice sent shivers of anticipation down her spine.

The elevator doors slid open with a whoosh, saving her from commenting. If the elegance of the hall to the room he’d reserved said anything, the room would probably take her breath away.

"Here we are."

The plate on the door read Cypress Suite. She almost feared what she would find inside. Marble graced the foyer floor. Soft brown covered the walls. Modern décor from eclectic framed pictures to oval shaped end tables made up the living room and dining area. A chocolate brown sofa with several pillows in deeper shades of brown faced a huge television hooked to the wall.

Tucker set their bags on the floor and took her hand. "This way is my bathroom."

"Your bathroom?"

"Yes. There are separate baths. His and hers. Mine has a steam shower where as yours, which I’ll show you in a second, has a huge marble soaking tub." He leaned in and kissed her. "Plenty of room for two."

If his area wasn’t magnificent enough, she wasn’t quite sure she wanted to see hers.

"And this is yours," he said, flipping the light on.

"Oh, wow!" she exclaimed. The whole bathroom was done in muted rose, pinks and reds with the biggest bathtub she’d ever seen in her entire life. Fluffy white robes for their use, hung from the hooks on the back of the doors and slippers of the same shade lay waiting for their feet when they stepped out of the bath.

"Now, the bedroom."

He tucked her hand into the crook of his elbow and escorted her through the partitioned off area into the
bedroom.

A huge, king-sized bed draped in white and light brown sheets and blankets with a mountain of pillows, faced windows that covered the entire wall.

"Oh my," she said on a breath as she walked closer to the glass. The windows faced the downtown Las Vegas strip and the lake in the front of the hotel with its dancing fountain of water. Every light from every hotel could be seen for miles. Tucker slipped behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. The scratchy whiskers on his cheek were rough against her skin as his warm breath caressed her ear. "Tucker. This is fabulous. I’ve never seen such a sight. I’ve been to Vegas dozens of times before too."

"This is the reason I love this room," he whispered. "I can’t wait to make love to you with the lights of the Strip bathing your body in glorious color." His tongue circled her ear. "What do you say we order room service. Get naked. Fill the tub up with bubbles. Sip champagne. And love the night away."

She couldn’t help but think of the gorgeous women downstairs.

"Why me?"

"Why you what?" he asked, turning her in his arms so she faced him.

"You could have any woman you wanted. The sparkle of diamonds, sequence, gold and silver downstairs on the women hanging around was enough to blind me."

"I don’t want them. I want you."

"I know, but why?"

He pressed his forehead against hers. "You’re funny, sexy, intelligent, and beautiful." She snorted as he cocked an eyebrow. "Even in your jeans and T-shirt, you put every one of those women to shame. You’re natural. They are so fake, their boobs come with a price tag." His fingers found the button at her waist to flick it free. "You say what’s on your mind. You don’t know the meaning of playing games. I have a feeling when you love, it will be forever no matter what anyone says or does to change it." His hands slipped around the waistband of her jeans, down the back and cupped her butt cheeks. He growled low in his throat and closed his eyes. "God, I love your ass, darlin’."

She slipped her fingers over each button on the front of his shirt, releasing one at a time, slowly until it parted and gave her access to the chiseled muscles of his chest. "Warm water and scented bubbles are calling our names. Dinner can wait until after you make love to me in the huge tub in there."

"Sounds like a plan to me." He scooped her up in his arms and walked toward the bathroom. Florescent lights reflected every shiny surface as Tucker released her legs and helped her remove the rest of her clothes. She found his nipple with her lips and tongue while he caressed her spine and hips.  "You are a temptress."

She lifted her head and smiled. "We need to start the water," she said, turning toward the tub to flip on the hot water spigot.

"I’ll grab the bubbles."

A tormented growl sounded behind her seconds before she felt his cock sandwiched between her butt cheeks. The package of bubble bath found its way into the water. "You’re trying to kill me. Sticking your gorgeous ass up in the air like that." Rubbing against her, he forced desire to rush through her veins like the rapids of the Colorado River. "I want to bury myself in you so bad, I hurt." Both of his hands cupped her breasts, and rasped the callused fingers over her nipples. She stood upright, her back to his chest. "You are so beautiful. You take my breath away."

The moan trapped in her throat slipped from between her lips as she tipped her head against his shoulder and closed her eyes. One of his hands slipped down her abdomen and through the curls guarding her sex.

"Open for me, baby."

She parted her thighs as his finger moved over her clit. A whimper left her mouth as a shiver raced down her body.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" he asked against the skin of her throat. He rocked his hips a couple of times, making sure she felt every inch of his length behind her.

"Oh, God, yes."

His hands disappeared. "Into the tub."

The pleading on her lips almost broke free, but she held it inside. The water felt like heaven—soft, hot and soothing when she slipped below the surface. The long days in the truck did nothing for her muscles, but this and Tucker did wonders for her. She rested her head against the rear of the tub and watched her lover through her lashes. Thick brown hair, baby blue eyes and muscles in all the right places, the man could stop traffic if he took his shirt off. Everything about Tucker took her breath away.

He slipped between her parted thighs as he brought their lips together. His tongue slid between her lips, stroking along the side of hers, coaxing it to come out and play—and play she did. She loved to hear the groans coming from his mouth. The muscles and hair on his chest rubbed enticingly against her nipples, bringing them to stiff peaks. He wrapped one hand in her hair to tilt her head and deepen the kiss to almost impossible proportions. She loved every second of it. Tongues danced, stroked, licked and speared while they kissed.

The length of his cock rubbed the inside of her thigh and bumped at her opening. She needed him inside her. With her heels planted on the bottom of the tub, she lifted her hips, encouraging him to give her everything.

He tore his mouth from hers and skimmed across her cheek to her ear. "Hold that thought. I need to get the condom out of my pants, darlin’."

The need to keep him right where he was overrode common caution. They had been together several times now and for some unfathomable reason, she trusted him explicitly. "I’m clean. What about you?" she asked, pulling back far enough she could look into his eyes. Trust came at a huge price. The price this time was her heart.

"Me, too. I get tested after the end of every relationship."

"Even after Tiffany?"

"Especially after someone like her." He rubbed his nose against hers. "Are you sure you want to do this without protection?"

"I’m on the pill, if you’re worried."

His smile lit up the room. "I’m not worried. For some unexplainable reason, I trust you."

"Good. I’m glad I’m not alone in the trust department."

He closed his eyes as he slid the head of his cock between her pussy lips. "You feel incredible."

She couldn’t talk—only feel. Every amazing inch of him felt fabulous. Without the barrier between them, the slide of him inside her felt like nothing she had ever experienced before. The silky expanse of his cock inside her sensitive tissues had her mewling like a kitten in heat.

His powerful thighs flexed and lifted them both from the water. Her butt hit the cold tile and she moaned at the contrast of sensations. She wrapped her legs around his hips and rode the tide of exquisite feelings that came with each thrust.

"I don’t want you to get an infection. I’ve heard it can be a problem with making love in a bathtub," he whispered as he ground his pelvis against hers.

Each plunge of his cock and each whisper of his lips over hers drove her higher until she hovered on the edge of completion.

"Please."

"Please, what, darlin’?"

"Make me come, Tucker. I need—" He thrust harder picking up the pace so that he thrust at a furious pace. "Yes. More."

His hands on her hips brought her up tighter against him, pelvis to pelvis, skin to skin and lips to lips as he crushed his mouth over hers.

Heat rushed from her toes and burst through her belly as she screamed into his mouth. Breathing came out in rasping pants as they tried to calm the tempest, but the impossibility of it wasn't lost on her befuddled mind.

After several more almost uncoordinated plunges, he swelled inside her and came hard, her name on his lips.

She gladly allowed him to lift her as he settled them both inside the water. With his back to the tub, she rested on his lap, cuddling against his chest and sighed.

"You okay?" he asked, smoothing her hair with his hand.

"Perfect," she purred.

"We should wash up and get something to eat. You’re going to need your strength to keep up with our nightly activities."

"Nightly, huh?"

The warm chuckle from his lips made her smile. She loved his laugh. "If I had my way, it would be several times a day, but we do have other commitments during NFR."

"True. But I like cuddling like this."

"Me too, darlin’," he replied, one hand skimming down her spine and the other running his fingers over her forearm. "The water is starting to cool and I’d much rather cuddle in the huge bed with the lights of Vegas out the window."

"I like the way you think," she said, slipping out of his embrace and grabbing the soap.

After they had finished their bath, he wrapped her in one of the huge fluffy robes, kissed her lips. With her hand in his, he headed for the bedroom. "Why don’t you pick something from the menu, order room service and I’ll get my bag unpacked."

The prices on the menu almost made her choke. She couldn’t possibly order them food from this. "Uh, Tucker?"

"Yeah?"

"Have you seen the prices on here?"

"Don’t worry about the prices, Jacie. Pick something good and order it."

"But…"

He leaned over the chair, brushing his lips against her ear. "Order, darlin’. I can afford it. Trust me."

How much money does he have? This suite, and these prices for food make even what my parents usually pay, seem paltry.

CHAPTER EIGHT

"Make sure they bring up champagne with it."

A heavy sigh left her lips and she picked up the phone to order supper. It felt awkward—almost like they were married or something. The woman on the phone simply wrote down what she asked for and hung up. "They said it would be here within thirty minutes."

"Perfect. Do you want to eat like this?" he asked. His hand swept over the white robe wrapped around the goodies she knew were hidden beneath. "Or shall we get dressed."

"I’m thinking like this."    

"Wicked girl. I love it," he replied, taking her hand to pull her up in front of him. "We’ll spend tonight here. Just the two of us. Tomorrow morning we will go shopping for some clothes for you." She opened her mouth to protest, but he quickly silenced her with a kiss. "You need to have appropriate attire for the functions we must attend. I hate going to them too, but it’s important for me and I want you next to me."

"I’ll never be able to repay for you everything you’re spending."

"No repayment necessary. You’re doing me a huge favor by acting as my companion. You’re saving me from fighting off women like Tiffany." He kissed her nose. "Now, why don’t you turn down the sheets and blankets on the bed so when we’re done eating, we can crawl beneath them and shut out the world until tomorrow."

"Yes, sir," she replied with a saucy toss of her head. "Shall I find the handcuffs?"

"Oh, yes please. I had almost forgotten about those and your punishment."

The smack of his hand on her bottom stung, but it also sent desire straight to her pussy.
Who’d a thought?

A soft knock on the door announced their food while she pulled and tucked the sheets and blankets down, then arranged the pillows on the head of the bed. The thought of cuddling with him after they made love again with the glow of the Vegas strip out the window, gave her shivers.

"Come and eat, Jacie. The food looks fabulous, but it’s going to get cold."

"I’m coming."

The crystal and silver on the table gleamed in the candlelight from the candelabra placed in the middle of the table. Tucker had turned the lights off in the room. Flickering light bounced off the walls around them and the silver domes covering the plates. Champagne chilled in the bucket. The whole thing almost brought tears to her eyes. If she didn’t know better, it could have been mistaken for a special dinner.