Riding the Line (4 page)
So her name was Robyn . . . He closed his eyes and leant back against the cold wet tile, biting his lip as he climaxed. He turned off the shower, rubbed himself dry and reluctantly stepped back into his dirty clothes.
Time to cowboy up and go back out there in a more amenable state of mind to face whatever she had to throw at him.
To his relief, she’d turned off the lights and lay on her bed, her back to him. Back to sulking then. With a sigh of liberation, he slid under the covers and stretched out. After listening to her regular breathing, he cautiously unzipped his jeans and gave himself a little more space to maneuver. He’d have to face her in the morning but that was quite soon enough for him.
Robyn lay rigidly under the thin blankets as Dakota settled himself down to sleep. Her jaw hurt from clenching her teeth so hard and she was close to crying again. How dare he not want to have sex with her! Didn’t he know who she was?
She smiled bitterly into the darkness. Of course he didn’t and now she was being ridiculous. He probably wouldn’t care anyway, what with his old-fashioned morals and all that. She studied the illuminated face of her Rolex. Three hours should be more than enough to lull him into a false sense of security. Then they’d really see who needed to be fucked.
Dakota half woke up and moved his hips in time to the gentle suction on his cock. God, this was a great dream. He felt good, his body humming with sexual tension, his cock primed to come. He groaned and slid a hand between his legs found his fingers had settled on thick hair and a skull.
‘What the fuck . . .?’
He went rigid and opened his eyes. Robyn crouched between his thighs, her mouth working his cock. He tightened his fingers in her hair, tried to pull her away, stopped when her teeth clamped around his shaft. She continued to suck on him, her movements rougher now, designed to make him come hard and fast down her throat.
He set his jaw, closed his fingers around her skull and yanked her away from him. He yelped as her teeth scraped down his shaft and climaxed, his come spurting out over her face and his belly. He held her still as he fought to regain his breath then scrambled to sit up.
‘What the hell is wrong with you?’
She stared at him and slowly licked his come from her lips. She’d stripped down to her bra and panties, exposing a belly ring and a flat pale stomach. He tried to look away but found himself fascinated by her obvious enjoyment. He switched on the bedside lamp and grabbed a box of tissues, handed her a wad. She ignored them, continued to wipe his come off with her fingers and suck them into her mouth.
His cock quivered and started to fill out again. He took the tissues that had fallen on to the counterpane and swiped at his stomach and groin.
She grabbed his wrist. ‘Let me do it.’
He shuddered as she leant into him, her tongue flicking out to catch a drop of come on the tip of his cock. Again he took her by the shoulders and set her gently back at the other end of the bed.
‘Stop it.’
He picked up the tissues and wiped himself clean, tried to avoid touching his shaft which was already half-erect. A slight movement made him look up. Jesus, God, Robyn was taking off what remained of her clothes.
She held his gaze. ‘Are you sure you don’t want me?’
He stared at her pert breasts and the triangle of dark hair at the top of her crossed legs. It was hard to breathe. Still staring at her, he fumbled around until he tucked his cock back into his jeans and zipped them up.
‘No, I don’t. Go back to your own bed and go to sleep.’
Her eyes widened as she studied him. He swallowed hard as her fingers curved over her breast and flicked her nipple. She slid her other hand further down between her legs and sighed.
‘I’m wet. Would you like to see?’
She held out her index finger toward him. He caught the musky scent of her arousal and the glint of her juices. His cock tried to drill a hole through his zipper.
‘I don’t want you.’
‘Liar.’
She smiled and returned her fingers to her pussy, moving them in and out as she continued to fondle her breast. Dakota found it impossible to look away as she pleasured herself; his blood pounded through his cock. He wanted to shove her fingers aside and bury himself deep inside her, show her how much better it would be with a real man.
He fisted his hands in the bedclothes as she leant back against the headboard and closed her eyes. Her breathing shortened, little pants and sighs that oozed sexual pleasure. Dakota fought a groan as she started to shake and moan, her knees fell open to show her hand working through her sex. His cock responded to the sounds, pulsing against the rough fabric of his jeans, wet now and swollen with need.
As she climaxed, she opened her eyes wide and looked at him. ‘You see? I don’t need you either.’
‘Great, then I’ll leave you to it.’
Dakota moved off the bed, grabbed his hat and boots and headed for the door. Outside, it was still warm and humid. God, he was so hard it was difficult to walk let alone think straight. He’d rather spend the night in his trailer than go against every decent instinct he possessed and fuck a woman he didn’t know or care for.
He glanced back at the motel as he turned the corner onto Main Street and then stopped dead. Dammit, he’d forgotten his frickin’ keys! There was no way in hell he was going to get back into his truck now and there was equally no way he was going back inside room fifteen to face whatever her name was.
He contemplated the deserted street and turned reluctantly back toward the motel. Perhaps he could turn on the charm and get Dorothy to let him another room or at least wait out the night in her office.
Robyn stared at the door as it slammed shut behind Dakota, her mouth hanging open. He’d actually walked out on her. He’d fucking walked out on her! She couldn’t remember the last time that had happened. She closed her mouth and picked up her discarded bra, her hands shook and tears crowded the back of her throat.
He’d wanted her all right. She’d seen it in his eyes and his cock. Why hadn’t he acted on his desires? She grabbed her panties and pulled them back on. Perhaps he really was gay. She bit her lip as she gathered the rest of her clothes and headed for the bathroom. She fumbled around for the light. The room still held a hint of steam and peach-scented soap from Dakota’s shower.
He’d made her feel cheap.
She clutched the bundle of clothes tightly to her chest. He’d made her feel like she was worthless. A tear slid down her cheek. Perhaps the photographer who’d asked her to pose nude had been right and there was nowhere else for her to go but into the gutter or the porno movie circuit.
But what good would she do there? She couldn’t turn on a light bulb let alone a man. Tears slid down her face in earnest now and soaked into her clothing. She glanced at the bottle of painkillers. More than enough to kill herself with, but she wasn’t willing to try that again. The last time she’d woken up with a tube down her throat having her stomach pumped had been enough to put her off that particular method of suicide for life.
So what was she going to do? She couldn’t stay here. She needed Dakota Scott’s help. Had she alienated him completely or was there still time to try something else? She got dressed and walked back into the bedroom. He had to have gone back to his truck to bed down there. A glint of metal caught her eye on the bedside table.
He’d left his keys behind. A smile trembled on her lips. No keys, no comfortable hiding place. Perhaps she really did have a chance to coax him back. She grabbed her coat, took his keys along with her own and cautiously opened the door.
There was no sign of him sleeping across the threshold or on the street outside. Robyn eyed the motel office which was still lit up, the orange vacancy sign flashing on and off. Were there people in there? She thought she could see movement. Maybe Dakota was trying to persuade Dorothy to give him another room.
Robyn marched across to the office and opened the door. Through the pink beaded curtain she saw Dakota leaning over the registration book chatting amiably to Dorothy. She pinned on a bright smile and went right up to him.
‘Honey, did you realize you left your keys?’
He glanced up at her, his expression wary. Robyn flashed a conspiratorial smile at Dorothy.
‘My sweet little honey bun was probably trying to get another room so he didn’t have to wake me up. He hates it when we fight. Is that right, baby?’
Dakota stared at her. ‘I reckoned you’d prefer to be by yourself,
lambkins
.’
lambkins
.’
She linked her arm through his. ‘Oh no, honey, you just come right back to bed. Wouldn’t want to bother Ms Dorothy with our silly problems, now would we?’
She hoped he heard the implied threat in her words and would rather have this out with her quietly than in front of the motel manager. She let out her breath when he allowed her to tug him away from the desk.
He tipped his hat at Dorothy. ‘Sorry to bother you, ma’am. Have a good night.’
Robyn kept hold of his arm until he was firmly back inside their room.
He sat down on the bed and held out his hand, his expression guarded. ‘Can I have my keys?’
She shook her head. ‘Not until you hear me out.’
A resigned look crossed his face. ‘Dammit, Robyn, I just want some sleep. Can’t this wait until morning or are you planning on raping me again?’
‘I didn’t rape you!’
‘Sure felt like it.’
She stared at him, all her anger disappearing in a rush along with her self-confidence. His image blurred as tears filled her eyes. ‘I’m sorry,’ she whispered.
He shifted his feet but kept his gaze fixed on her. She waited for him to speak but he didn’t.
‘I’m sorry for coming on to you.’
‘OK.’
She stared at him. ‘Aren’t you going to shout at me?’
‘What’s the point? You apologized. I accept your apology.’ His expression sharpened. ‘Now tell me what’s going on or I’ll walk out of here and never come back.’
She stared at him, measured the strength in his eyes and his purposeful demeanor. God, she was so tired of lying. ‘I need a ride out of here.’
‘I guessed that.’
‘And I thought the best way to get it was to appeal to your baser nature.’
‘By using sex, right?’
She shrugged, tried to smile. ‘It’s all I have to offer at the moment.’
‘I was going to give you a ride anyway.’
‘You were?’
‘Of course I was.’ He frowned. ‘Did you think I’d leave you stuck here alone?’
Unable to bear the outrage and honesty in his gaze, she stared down at her clasped hands. ‘I don’t know where I’m going.’
He sighed. ‘I guessed that as well.’
‘I don’t know anything anymore.’
‘Who does?’
She risked another glance at him, saw the understanding on his face and took a deep breath. ‘Would you let me tag along with you for a while? I promise to behave myself.’
He stared at her for so long that she started to shiver. He held out his hand. ‘OK, but no funny business, right? And you’ll have to help out.’
She grasped his hand and shook it, felt a curious desire to throw herself at his broad chest and weep. She restricted herself to a grateful smile as he took off his Stetson and his boots.
‘Now I’m going to sleep. See you in the morning,’ he said.
She retreated to her own bed, lay down fully clothed and curled up in a tight ball. Within minutes, Dakota started to snore. She listened to the gentle buzz and found her eyes closing.
After all her years in show business, she’d forgotten that there were people who were straightforward and honorable, who meant what they said and genuinely tried to help their fellow man without some kickback. She smiled into the darkness. Who would have thought that telling the truth would work so well? Perhaps she’d try it again in the future.
Chapter Four
‘Get up, lazy bones.’
Robyn groaned and tried to pull the covers back over her head. ‘Fuck
off
, Dakota.’
off
, Dakota.’
‘Lady, it’s already midday and I have stuffto do.’
‘Then go do it.’
‘But I need your help.’
He sank down on the side of the bed and his weight rolled her toward him.
‘I’m sick.’
He peered into her face, his breath warm and laced with coffee. She kept still as he laid his palm against her forehead. ‘You’re fine. Now get up, have some coffee and come help me.’
Robyn struggled to sit, pushing strands of tangled hair away from her face. ‘You’re one of those morning people, aren’t you?’
He smiled. ‘It’s midday.’
‘You’re also incredibly annoying.’
‘So I’ve been told.’ He stood up and gestured at the door. ‘Coffee’s waiting and, if you’re nice, I’ll even buy you breakfast.’
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