Kissin' Tell: Rough Riders, Book 13 (14 page)

Georgia let her head loll into his neck. He was so warm. So solid. And he smelled good. Like cologne, sweat, sex and man. She sucked in another lungful of him and let it out as a sigh.

“Which room is yours?” he said gruffly.

“The one with the big bed.”

She thought she heard him growl again.

“You shoulda said the big pink bed.”

“I’m a girl. I like pink.”

He set her on the bed. Keeping her eyes closed, she stretched her arms above her head. “I’m so tired.”

“Lemme help you get ready.” Tell’s hands roamed over her torso until his fingers reached the waistband of her skirt and he tugged it off. He settled her head on the pillow before tucking her beneath the sheets.

“Aren’t you gonna stay with me?”

“Not tonight.”

He stroked her cheek so sweetly, she angled into his touch. This floating feeling was marvelous.

“Thank you.”

“For?”

“Turning my brain into mush. That was really fun. Can we do it again?”

“Anytime.” He kissed her forehead. “Sweet dreams.”

Classy, McKay. Fucking Georgia on the stairs. That was your big ‘wait for it baby, it’ll be phenomenal’ sex play?

What the hell had he been thinking? Not even taking the time to get either of them completely naked? He’d just bent her over…

And found himself in heaven.

Georgia Hotchkiss was as hot-blooded and hot-bodied as he’d imagined. Those little moans she made. The way she’d given herself over to him without hesitation. If she hadn’t forced him to look at why he’d been holding back with her, he wouldn’t know the wet clasp of her pussy around his cock.

He’d come so hard he’d had to cage her body beneath his or he might’ve passed out.

Georgia had come twice. He’d made her come twice. And how fucking sexy had it been when she’d dug her nails into his forearm, not wanting that hand going anyplace? Or how about when she arched against him? Pushing herself deeper into his rapid thrusts. Wanting more, wanting everything he gave her.

These sex flashbacks aren’t helping you get focused.

Right. He was supposed to be getting ready for the rodeo.

Tell slipped on his judge’s vest and pass, heading to the livestock penning areas to inspect the rough stock. Rarely had he deemed an animal ineligible for competition, but the health and welfare of the animals were top priority for everyone involved. Tell had never run across a stock contractor who would put anything—money, or a shot at getting picked for NFR—ahead of the well-being of their livestock.

The outdoor arena in Buffalo was a mix of old and new. The stands were little more than wooden benches with a tin-roof covering. Spectator seats ringed the arena, reserved for sponsors and fans who were willing to pay a higher ticket price to get sprayed in the face with dirt.

At this particular rodeo, all the rough stock and timed events originated from the same end of the arena. At some venues, the rough stock chutes were on one end and the timed events were on the opposite end. Tell had worked the Buffalo Rodeo before, so he knew it ran very smoothly. At least it had under the other rodeo promotion company. It’d be interesting to see if anything changed under the company Georgia worked for.

After the fireworks and pageantry of the opening ceremony, including appearances by Miss Rodeo Wyoming, Miss Rodeo Montana, Miss Rodeo South Dakota, Miss Rodeo North Dakota, and Miss Rodeo Colorado, a salute to veterans, and the singing of the national anthem, the crowd was revved up and ready to rodeo.

Tell hit the dirt with his clipboard and took his place as the second judge.

The only time he paid attention to the crowd was if the judges were booed for what the audience believed was a bad score. It happened at least once during every event. He never took it personally.

The roster was pretty big for a small rodeo. Saddle bronc riders fared better than bareback riders, as far as making that eight-second mark. As the second judge, Tell wasn’t required to be on horseback for the timed events.

Since it was a two-day event, purses and buckles weren’t awarded, so the festivities wrapped up early. The other judge invited Tell to hang out at the local bar. He didn’t jump at the chance like he usually did—because he was looking for a chance to jump Georgia.

He waited until the crowd thinned before he made his way to the business office. And he was still stopped half-a-dozen times by people he knew. He remembered how nervous he’d been the first time he’d judged an event. How he’d worried it would be like high school. Where the upper classman sneered at him as fresh meat or all questions would be about his bull-riding cousin Chase McKay, who’d seemed to get more famous every year. But now even that wild man had been tamed.

Speaking of wild…there she was. The hot little number he wanted to get wild with all freakin’ night.

Her clothing was a mix of professional and accessible. No severe business suit; no-over-the top sequined rodeo-queen outfit either. Her denim dress was form-fitting enough to be sexy, but modestly cut. She looked good enough to eat.

After the group broke up, Georgia started gathering papers. She hadn’t noticed him yet, or that they were the only ones in the room.

When she finally looked up, he hauled her against his chest and kissed her.

And kept kissing her, sinking into that sweet mouth. Sucking in her fevered response like oxygen. Aching to touch her, but keeping his hands spread across her lower back, knowing once he set his hands to roaming, he wouldn’t be able to stop.

Georgia slipped her mouth free, leaning back to look at him. “Well. If it isn’t Tell McKay. No
hi, how are ya
? No
sorry I didn’t call
? You just waltz in here and kiss the crap outta me first thing?”

“Yeah. Is that a problem for you?”

She grinned. “Not. At. All.”

“Good.” Tell cradled her face in his hands. “I should mention that you are totally rockin’ that dress. But I preferred what you were wearin’ the last time I saw you.”

“I was naked… Oh, ha ha. Real funny.”

He feathered kisses across her lips. “As hot as it was between us last night, I intend to slow things down a bit tonight. So will you come to my motel room right now and let me show you?”

“Or we could go to my hotel. It’s got a king-size bed.”

“Better yet.” Tell tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “You have anything else to do around here?”

“I’m free to go. Someone else will lock up.”

An odd expression crossed her face when he reached for her hand. “Is there a problem with your job if people see us together?”

“No. I’m just…surprised that you aren’t keeping this under wraps. I mean, us being out together in Sundance is one thing. But here?”

“Why would here be any different?”

Her gaze dropped to his chest. “Because you have a reputation as a player, Tell. Rumor has it that as many buckle bunnies wait for you after an event as for the riders.”

Tell grabbed her chin, looking into her eyes. “We are together, here, there and everywhere else. I won’t deny my reputation, but I will point out that I don’t fuck around. You are the only woman I’m with.”

When Georgia still didn’t look convinced, he picked her up and plopped her on the conference table. He made room for himself between her thighs and loomed over her, forcing her to rest her hands on the table behind her. “You want me to prove that right now?”

“That’s not necessary—”

“Oh, darlin’, I surely believe it is.” He placed a soft kiss on the hollow of her throat. “Move your head to the side.”

Georgia arched her neck.

He nuzzled that warm sweep of flesh, letting his breath tease before he used his mouth to kiss and suck. He dragged his lips over the smooth muscles of her throat. Inhaling her fragrance and absorbing the vibrations of her body reacting to his touch. When she began to squeeze her thighs together, he whispered, “Think I’d be embarrassed and back away from you if someone walked on us?”

“No.”

“If I hadn’t fucked you so fast and hard the first time, I’d fuck you hard and fast right now on this table.”

Then her hands were on his chest, pushing him back. “Let’s get out of here before the temptation is too much for me to resist.”

Hot damn. “Can you leave your car here?”

“I guess. But I really hate being without a vehicle.”

Tell brought Georgia to her feet. “I’ll keep you too goddamn busy to even think about leavin’.”

And didn’t that put a hungry look in her eyes?

“I’ll drive. You tell me where we’re goin’.”

As much as he wanted to run for his pickup, he didn’t. As much as he wanted to swing Georgia into his arms and carry her, kissing that tempting mouth of hers the entire way, he didn’t. He patted himself on the back for his control.

But as soon as they reached their destination? Tell knew his control would be nonexistent.

Georgia said, “I’m staying at the Holiday Inn.”

Then he remembered he’d left his duffel bag in his motel room. “We have to stop by my motel first.”

“Why?”

“That’s where the condoms are.”

“Oh.” She smirked.

“What?”

“I’m pretty sure we won’t be seeing that big bed at the Holiday Inn tonight.” She picked up his hand and rubbed the back of his knuckles over her cleavage. “But at this point, any bed will do.”

“Damn straight.”

“Drive faster.”

He hit the gas.

Chapter Ten

Probably it wasn’t the first time pickup tires screeched to a stop at the Sage and Spurs Motel.

Tell had the old-fashioned key fob in his hand when he skirted the back end of his pickup.

When he went to help Georgia out, the woman launched herself at him and locked her arms around his neck. He clamped his hands on her ass and half-carried her to the door.

He released her long enough to get the key positioned. But with the way her hands were clawing at his chest, he fumbled the key twice before he fit it in the lock.

As soon as they were in the room, before he’d turned on a single light, Georgia was all over him. Her mouth attacking his throat as she started popping buttons on his shirt. Her pelvis rubbing against his. Making those sexy-ass moans.

He put his hands over hers, stopping her frantic motions. “Georgia. Hold that thought for a sec.” He took off his hat, reached over and hit the light switch.

This was a pretty shitty room. Maybe keeping the lights off hadn’t been such a bad idea. But then he looked at the beautiful woman standing in front of him. Her breathing uneven. Her lips so full and ripe. The blush of arousal on her cheeks, those magnetic eyes of hers so completely focused on him.

“Look at you. God. You are something else.” He traced her prominent jawline with the backs of his fingers. “Take off your clothes.”

That stubborn chin came up. “I’m not stripping solo again.”

“Fair enough. Then I’ll strip you.” He yanked her denim dress over her head. He unsnapped her bra. He hooked his fingers into the sides of her bikini panties and tugged them down to her ankles.

Georgia tried to take a step back, but hobbled by her underwear, she fell ass-first on the bed.

Tell dropped to his knees in front of her. He kept his caresses easy, wanting to take hours to touch and taste every inch of her bared skin. The explosive passion wasn’t going anywhere so he’d just put it on simmer while he savored her.

But Georgia seemed a little unsure about being naked.

He wouldn’t allow it. He lightly pushed on the insides of her thighs and demanded, “Let me see you. All of you.” He heard a swift intake of breath and then she scooted her bottom to the end of the bed.

“Watch my eyes. See how goddamned turned on I am by your body.” He grinned. “And baby, if that doesn’t convince you? Look at the crotch of my jeans.”

That brought her sweet, lopsided smile.

He pressed a kiss below her belly button. Then lower. Then lower again. Leaving a longer kiss on the small strip of black curls pointing the way to his ultimate destination.

When his tongue followed that silken trail, she moaned.

He glanced up at her, his mouth hovering over her sex. Then he shoved his tongue deeply into her slick core.

So sweet. So wet. God, he wanted to suck and lick and make her come undone at least five times before he moved from this paradise. His intent to leisurely explore every delicate pink fold, to keep her hanging until she begged him to make her come…vanished.

Tell used his thumbs to pull her pussy lips apart, settled his mouth over the skin hiding her clit and began to suck.

Georgia’s body quivered. A strangled moan escaped and she arched, shoving her pelvis forward.

He loved this part of sex. Losing himself in this first taste of her. Hearing her moan louder when he lightly flicked his tongue over that swollen little pearl.

Her fingers tangled in his hair as he kept up his relentless assault. She kept murmuring, “Yes, yes, yes…” Then her body went stiff and she cried out.