Dakota Love Me: Tiller Brothers Book 2 (9 page)

“She hasn’t exactly been sweet to me either,” Cameron actually blushed and leaned back in his chair with a big smile on his face.  When they got up to leave, Cameron leaned down and kissed Georgia on her forehead, “Thanks sweetie, you do know you’re too good for Dakota right?”  He jumped out of the way and took off before Dakota could hit him in the arm again.

“Damn youngster,” Dakota said smiling as he watched Cameron walk off. 
Okay so he’s twenty-four but he’s still such a shit.
  Then he looked at Georgia, “I’ll have to beat him up later for kissing my girl. Let’s get you to work.  I promise I’ll come by a couple of times today for you to work on my shoulder.” 

“That’s a promise you better keep Mr. Bull Rider.”

Dakota received a text from Cameron:
Kate took my piece offering to go to the concert tonight with me and we’ll talk afterwards.  So the truce is on, at least temporarily.  I’m glad we weren’t working so we could go.  Thanks for thinking about me
.

Dakota smiled and closed his phone.  It would be interesting to see how long that truce lasted the way they always ended up growling at each other, Dakota thought as he walked over to the Sport’s Center to see Georgia.

As he entered the door, he held back and watched her working on a cowboy’s knee.  He guessed she was doing an evaluation by the way she was pushing his knee up and down and sideways.  He’s had a few of those evals himself; luckily for him he’d only had sprained knees and no ACL problems.  The cowboy’s expression told Dakota that she was giving him bad news.  Dr. Witting came over and watched and listened to what she said.  He followed up with a quick recheck and confirmed the bad news. She put her hand on his shoulder and talked to him for a few minutes before she went to get some ice.  On her way back she saw him and her eyes lit up.  There was that smile he loved so much.

“Dakota, it’s about time you brought me that sorry shoulder to work on.  Get over here,” she patted an empty padded bench, while she finished taping the ice to the other cowboy’s knee.  She told the cowboy to stay there for twenty minutes and she’d try to find him some crutches. 

“No shitting way…I mean sorry, ma’am, but I can walk on my own without crutches,” she just looked at him and shook her head.

Then she turned her full attention to Dakota.  Since it was her first day on the job he didn’t grab her and plant a big kiss on her like he wanted, but he did reach for her hand.  “Let me see how your shoulder is doing today?” she said.

He whispered in her ear, “I think you checked it last night, darlin’ and I had plenty of movement when we...”  And he quickly kissed her ear when no one was looking.

Her face flamed red.  “Dakota behave,” she playfully growled at him.  After doing a few tests, she told him that she was going to hook up some electrodes to his shoulder that should help with the pain.  She’d ice him at the same time.  After applying the wires, and turning the dials up to see how high he could stand, she stopped at ten.  “You cowboys have such a high tolerance for pain. If this gets too much you let me know and I’ll back it down a little.  We’ll do this for twenty minutes and then I’ll massage your shoulder.”

“Like last night?” he smiled at her.

“You’re so going to get punished tonight if you don’t behave.”

“Honey, I can’t wait.  By the way,” he handed her a room card.  “Here is my extra room key in case I’m running late.  I have to meet with my sponsors at three-thirty.  Do you want me to get Cameron to walk or ride with you back to the hotel?”

She put the key card in her back pocket.  “No, I’m a big cowgirl, and I’ve been on my own for a while.  I think I can get myself back to the hotel, but thank you for thinking of me.  I’ll bring beer and dinner, okay?”

“Yep.  Sounds good.”  He was already thinking about what he’d like to do to her tonight.

“You find a bull to ride today yet?” she asked.

She laid him back on the table and pillow once the ice was taped on over the electrodes. 

He smiled up at her, “No riding but I got to sit on one they had in the chute and went through my pre-ride sequence.  Feel better just getting on the back of the damn bull even though he tried to crash his body against my leg.”

She grimaced.  “Don’t really like those bulls.  When I was a kid, one about took me out when I slipped off the fence.  Dad jumped down and plunked me over the fence and he got gored in his shoulder in the process.  Still has the scar.  Oh, I’ve been a rodeo girl long enough to enjoy watching a cowboy conquering a 2000 pound bull, but they still scare me to death.  Those nasty bulls are one thing I don’t help dad with on the ranch. You take care tomorrow, okay?”  Without thinking, she touched his forehead and ran her fingers through his hair.

“That’s my plan.”

She was with another cowboy when Dakota’s timer went off.  Doc Witting came over and removed the ice and electrodes.  “You pull that arm out of its socket many more times and you’re going to have to have some major surgeries which will probably end your career.”

Dakota liked competing and riding the bulls, but even he knew the body could only take so much.  He had been thinking about Cody retiring this year while he was on top.  Dakota had made lots of money on the bulls and won lots of buckles and saddles, but he had never won the big one.  He looked over at Georgia.  He enjoyed the adrenaline rush of excitement during and after the ride, the traveling and the glory that came with riding the bulls in the prime spot of the event, but lately he was thinking of settling down. And the women that threw themselves at him in the past had always been a nice bonus especially in his younger years, but since Cheyenne, he’d only been thinking about one beautiful brunette cowgirl. Again he looked at Georgia.  She had changed him.  Was she enough to give up the bull riding life
?  Hell yeah
.

He smiled and waved good bye to her.  She couldn’t wave back, her hands were rubbing ointment on the young cowboy’s bruised and scraped looking leg, but her smile promised him the massage she said she’d give him later. 
Oh yeah, damn right I’ll get that massage
.

Georgia’s first day working at her new profession had been thrilling.  Everything she had dreamed it would be.  There had been a major emergency right at the end of her shift so she had stayed on longer to take care of the other patients while Dr. Witting worked on a cowboy who had a bad concussion.  He kept mumbling that he didn’t want to go to the hospital in the ambulance. They were checking him out but he kept sliding into unconsciousness and the Doc wanted to send him over to the hospital.  Most of the cowboys fought going to the hospital by ambulance as it ate up any winnings they had received at the Rodeo.  In most small cities the ambulances were privately owned and charged an arm and a leg in fees.  She didn’t know if the ambulances in Vegas were contracted by the NFR.  He was really getting riled up. He told them, “I have health insurance for the hospital but it don’t pay the damn ambulance fees.”   But all the staff felt he should really get to the hospital in case he had any bleeding in his brain.   Between his bouts of unconsciousness he threw up a couple of times, but still refused to go to the hospital.

She found another cowboy who she had just cleaned and taped a cut on his arm and asked him if he would take the other wrangler over to the hospital.  He agreed.  She got a plastic bucket he could throw up in so he didn’t ruin the other cowboy’s truck and then she helped him get the other injured cowboy loaded into the truck. Finally at four o clock she got off her first shift work. 

After checking on her horse, she jumped on the shuttle.  She couldn’t help smiling about her new job and about how special Dakota had become to her in such a short time.  It felt like she had been waiting for him all her life.  She wanted to pinch herself as it was too good to be true.  Maybe she was dreaming.
Naw, my body hurts too deliciously to be a dream
.  She couldn’t help herself, she laughed out loud, and all the passengers gave her a questioning look.

She stopped and ordered steaks, loaded baked potatoes, corn on the cob, and apple pie for dessert, and a bucket of chilled beer in ice.  She paid for it and said she’d be back to pick it up in about twenty minutes.  She ran out of the restaurant and up to her room and grabbed a quick shower and changed into her black leggings and a sweat shirt.  She braided her hair and grabbed her large purse and threw in her honey colored night gown Dakota had given her, and a few toilet articles before she flew back down the elevator to get their meal.  When she got there, they had it already set up on a beautiful tray with a red rose and offered to have a waiter help her take it up to the room.  She tipped them both but said she could manage.

***

Dakota was pacing the room.  He thought she would have been there by now.  It was a little after five.  He had called her on the cell phone several times but it had just gone to voice mail.  He tried again, and she answered and Dakota said, “Where are you honey?”

“Outside the door, open up?”  He threw the phone on the dresser and walked quickly to the door.  He pulled it open and she stood there with a dazzling smile, and pushed the dinner cart into the room.  “You did order room service, didn’t you?  I’m here to take care of your every need and you don’t even need to tip me,” she teased and leaned up and brushed a kiss over his lips.

He growled.  “You look good enough to eat.”

“Not yet…buster.  We have to do things in the right order.  Food and a couple of beers first.  Then if I remember, it’s fucking, and then the films.

“Never fucking with you honey, I’ll make love to you.”

“Sounds so good, but steaks first before they get cold.”

He put his arms around her, “Did you say steaks?” he kissed her neck, “Hmmm, you smell good.”

“Come on Dakota, feed you first…I even got you apple pie.”  She lifted the lids off the various dishes. 

“Okay, I’ll hold off on what I am most hungry for, but I may have to have a second desert after the apple pie, and it smells like oranges.”  He dipped his fingers into the v of her tight black leggings and kissed her while he caressed her pussy.  She moved closer to him and he heard her purring.  He pulled back and smiled at her surrender, “Did you say steaks?  My second favorite thing.”  He took her hand and pulled out her chair for her to sit down.  “Thanks for picking up dinner.  It really looks delicious.”  He twisted off the beer tops and handed one to her.  He took a big swig of his beer. 

After they started eating they shared their day’s events with each other and laughed about the stubborn cowboy who refused to go to the hospital by ambulance while he kept passing out and throwing up.  She’d gotten him to sign a release first before she found him a ride to the hospital.  He liked sharing their meal and conversations about everyday things.  Her very presence made his hotel room feel like a home.   She couldn’t finish her steak so she fed him her last few bites. 

They shared the dessert deciding to save the other piece for a later snack.  They fed each other’s apple pie between kisses.  His stomach was near to bursting.  After he moved the dinner cart outside the door, and put up a do not disturb sign, he took her hand and guided her over to the comfortable leather chair that was in his room and pulled her into his lap.  He turned on the station that was carrying the live rodeo feed and they finished another beer.  Georgia’s head lay on his chest and after a few minutes he felt her drift off to sleep.  He smiled.  They were so comfortable together, but it didn’t take much to turn the flames that were always there, burning on low to instant inferno heat.  The firestorm could be lit by a smile or a touch or the smell of her body.  He kissed the top of her head.  He’d let her rest because they hadn’t gotten much sleep last night and he liked holding her.  He laid his head back and decided to close his eyes for a minute.

When he woke up later she was standing in front of him now wearing only her honey colored night gown, looking at him with that
look
. The one that sat his blood on fire.  “Don’t move,” he whispered to her in his husky voice.

He rose and stood a few feet away, absorbing her very essence while he started removing his clothes.  First his shirt went flying.  Then he sat on the bed and removed his boots and socks.  He rose slowly and unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants.  His eyes never leaving her eyes, he slipped his pants and boxers off and stood in front of her with his cock in full arousal and his powerful body already gleaming with perspiration.  For a good minute he continued to stare at her.

He moved to the bed and crawled into the middle of the huge king-size bed and turned around and got on all fours facing her.  “Come here honey.”

She lifted her silk almost transparent gown above her knees and crawled on her other hand and knees to him, facing him, her head a few inches away from his lips.  He leaned forward and smelled the scent at her neck and his nostrils flared. They were like two wild primal animals in heat sniffing and claiming each other.  He leaned forward and kissed her with his mouth full open and captured her tongue.  He growled at her.  She moaned in his mouth.

“Get up on your knees, Georgia, and pull up your gown so I can lick your pussy.”

She rose and pulled her gown to her breasts and spread her legs wider so he could reach her woman’s core, and laid a hand on the top of his head. He licked and sucked, and murmured with his lips until she was swaying sideways and almost lost her balance.  He pulled back before she reached her climax.  “Take your gown off and throw it off the bed,” he commanded in a low sensuous voice.

She slipped her gown slowly up her body and dropped it off the bed.  She was already breathing hard.   Her perfect breasts beckoned to him, but first he had other plans for her. “Georgia, climb on my back, I’m going to give you a ride.”  She rose, threw her leg over him and climbed on his naked back.  “First lie on my back and rub your breasts against my back, and slide your slick pussy over my ass.”

“Ahhh, nice.”  One of her hands slid down and across his stomach.  He grabbed her hand and moved it to his swollen cock so she could fist it in her hand.  Without further encouragement she began to stroke him.  He began to sway and move and rock his body in a mating movement.

He could feel her heat and moisture rubbing against his back and buttocks as she pleasured him with her hands and pleasured herself on his back. “Yes, honey, like that.”  Her lips kissed his back and neck and he felt her tongue licking his skin.

After a few minutes he lifted her hands from his cock, “Sit up now, honey.  I’m going to give you your ride.  Put one hand up in the air and hold on to my back with your other hand.”

He started rocking and humping his back, swaying from side to side.  He heard her laughter, felt her joy.  He looked at her face in the dresser mirror and saw her eyes were closed and her face was lifted upward.  Her smile was pure happiness and he couldn’t stand not being inside of her at that moment.  He flipped his hips and sent her to her side where he caught her and rolled on top of her.  His lips sought out her mouth and he poured his love into the kiss.  Reluctantly, breaking the kiss, he reached for the dresser and ripped the condom package open and slipped it on.  He returned to her and kissed her until they were both breathless.  His hands reached down and spread her thighs apart and he pushed deep inside her.  She was so wet... she started contracting around him almost instantly. 
Damn yes, whole at last
. He felt himself tremble trying to fight off the climax that was threatening to burst forth and he hadn’t even started to pump inside her.  His growl let her know he was claiming her here and now. 
Mine.

No longer able to hold back he started pumping and grinding into her soft compliant body and she was digging her nails into his back to get closer, meeting his every thrust. Her legs were wrapped around his body in a lover’s grip.  Their tongues tangled.  Their breaths mingled together as one. This was not going to be slow, but hard and fast.  That’s what they both wanted. 

Dakota felt Georgia tighten again and start convulsing around his cock and when she cried his name over and over it was the signal he had been waiting for so he would feel complete.
Home at last
. For a moment he wondered if the rubber would overflow with his sperm.  Then all thought vanished and he lost himself in her neck whispering her name.

After a few moments to get their breathing controlled, he rose a few inches from her face and looked into her eyes.  “It has never been like this for me.  Never.”

She smiled and tears fell from her eyes.  “Dakota I will never forget this night, this week.  I can’t believe anyone in this world has ever felt what we shared together.  It can’t be possible.”

He kissed her sweetly.  “I think you have an award coming to you.  That was a mighty fine ride,” and he smiled at her. He scurried off the bed.  First he ran to the bathroom and disposed of his condom and grabbed a towel for them, but he stopped at his pants.  He removed the buckle off his belt and crawled back into the bed.

“Georgia you won this buckle but you also won my heart.”  And he handed his buckle to her. 

“I can’t take your Circuit Championship Buckle, Dakota, but I’ll definitely take your heart.  And I’ll never give it back.”

“I won’t take it back,” implying his heart, “and you earned this buckle.  I want you to have it.  Really, I have an extra one here and dozens at the house.  I used to give them all to my dad and he put them in the awards glass cabinet in his office.  Between all of us and even his and mom’s awards, it’s packed full.  No one’s going to miss this one, and I want you to have something to remember me by whenever we have to be separated, but I can damn well assure you, it won’t be for long periods if I can help it.”

“Thinking about leaving you makes me sad.  I think I’ll go buy some superglue tomorrow.”

“You will, will you?”  He commenced to tickle her.  She picked up a pillow and started swinging it at him.  He grabbed the other pillow and they were softly pounded each other.  Georgia got in a really good swing and he lost his balance and fell off the bed.”

“You calling uncle yet?” she smiled at him as she looked over the bed at him sprawled on the floor.

“I surrender.  You are Queen of the mountain, or bed in this case.  Let’s eat that pie.  I’ve built up an appetite because of you.  I can’t keep up with your cowgirl strength.”

“Sweet talker…I’ll get the pie and the forks and you get your computer set up so we can watch your bull rides.

She slipped on one of Dakota’s t-shirts that was lying on the dresser, and he slipped into his boxers, and set up the computer.  They stacked pillows high on the bed and sat up in bed eating the pie and watching his bull rides.

When she got up to put the pie plate away she looked at his room.  They’d always been too preoccupied for her to notice.  “Hey, how come your room is nicer than my room and it was even upgraded?” she turned to ask Dakota. “I know bull riders make a lot of money, but this room is over the top nice.”

She joined him back in bed.  “Normally I just stay in the trailer with Cameron,” he told her, “but my sponsor paid for this room.”

“I know they did it for Cody when he retired but this isn’t the normal is it?” she asked.

He gave her a big smile.

“Okay, I know that look. You are holding out on me.  Who is your sponsor?”

“Georgia, I can’t say.”

She turned to stare at him, “What?”

“I’m under contract not to reveal myself until the ad campaign is over and then they’ll use my name in their print.”