Texas Wild (14 page)

Pulling in as much energy as she could, she eased up on all
fours, and no sooner had she done so than she felt the head of his erection
slide into her. And then he began moving, slowly at first, taking long,
leisurely strokes. Each one sent bristles of pleasure brushing over her. But
then he increased the rhythm and made the strokes deeper, harder, a lot more
provocative as he rode her from the back. She moved her hips against him, felt
his stomach on the cheeks of her backside while his hand caressed her
breasts.

She glanced over her shoulder, their gazes connected, and she
saw the heated look in his eyes. It fueled even more desire within her, making
her moan and groan his name aloud.

“Rico.”

“That sounds good, baby. Now I want to hear you say
‘Ricardo.’”

As spasms of pleasure ripped through her, she whispered in a
low, sultry voice. “Ricardo.”

Hearing her say his birth name made something savage inside of
Rico snap. He grabbed her hips as unadulterated pleasure rammed through him,
making him ride her harder, his testicles beating against her backside. The
sound of flesh against flesh echoed loudly through the room and mingled with
their moans and groans.

And then it happened. The moment he felt her inner muscles
clamp down on him, felt her come all over him, he exploded. He wouldn’t be
surprised if the damn condom didn’t break from the load. But, at that moment,
the only thing he wanted to do was fill her with his essence. Only her. No other
woman.

He continued to shudder, locked tight inside of her. He threw
his head back and let out a fierce, primal growl. The same sound a male animal
made when he found his true mate. As pleasure continued to rip through him, he
knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that he had found his.

He lowered his head and slipped his tongue inside her mouth,
needing the connection as waves of pleasure continued to pound into him. It
seemed to take forever before the last spasm left his body. But he couldn’t
move. Didn’t want to. He just wanted to lie there and stay intimately connected
to her.

But he knew being on all fours probably wasn’t a comfortable
position for her, so he eased their bodies down in a way that spooned his body
against hers but kept him locked inside of her. He needed this moment of just
lying with her, being inside of her while holding her in his arms.

She was so damn perfect. What they’d just shared had been so
out-of-this-world right. He felt fulfilled in a way he had never felt before, in
a way he hadn’t thought he was capable of feeling.

“Anything else you think I ought to know?” he asked, wrapping
his arms around her, liking the feel of her snuggled tightly to him.

“There is this thing about you using a condom,”

“Mmm, what about it?”

“You can make it optional if you want. I take birth control
injections, to stay regulated, so I’m good.”

He had news for her. She was better than good. “Thanks for
telling me.”

“And I’m healthy so I’m safe that way, as well,” she added.

“So am I,” he assured her softly, gently rubbing her stomach,
liking the knowledge that the next time they made love they could be
skin-to-skin.

“Rico.”

He looked down at her. She had tilted her head back to see
him.

“Yes?”

“I like letting go with you. I like getting wild.”

He lowered his head to brush a kiss across her lips. “And I
like letting go and getting wild with you, too.”

And he meant it in a way he wasn’t ready to explain quite yet.
Right now, he wanted to do the job she had hired him to do. He hadn’t accepted
everything Ms. Fanny and her daughter had said, although the newspapers and
those documents somewhat supported their claims, especially the details of the
fire and the train wreck. There was still a gut feeling that just wouldn’t go
away.

Something wasn’t adding up, but he couldn’t pinpoint what it
was. He had been too concerned about the impact of their words on Megan to take
the time to dissect everything. He hadn’t been on top of his A-game, which is
one of the reasons he hadn’t wanted her here. He tended to focus more on her
than on what he was supposed to be doing.

But now, as he replayed everything that had transpired over the
past fourteen hours in his mind, a lot of questions were beginning to form. In
the morning, he would talk to Megan over breakfast. Right now, he just wanted to
hold her in his arms for a while, catch a little sleep and then make love to her
again.

If he had thought he was addicted to her before, he knew he was
even more so now.

Thirteen

“I
think Fanny Banks’s story isn’t
true.”

Megan peered across the breakfast table at Rico. It took a few
seconds for his words to fully sink in. “You do?”

“Yes. Someone is trying to hide something.”

Serious doubt appeared in her gaze. “I don’t know, Rico. What
could they be trying to hide? Besides, we saw the articles in the newspapers,
which substantiated what she said.”

“Did they?”

Megan placed her fork down and leaned back in her chair. “Look,
I admit I was upset by what I learned, and I wish more than anything that Fanny
Banks might have gotten her information wrong or that at one hundred years old
she couldn’t possible remember anything. But her memory is still sharp.”

“Too sharp.”

Megan leaned forward, wondering why he suddenly had a doubtful
attitude. “Okay, why the change of heart? You seemed ready to accept what she
said.”

“Yes, I was too ready. I was too quick to believe it because,
like you, I thought it made sense, especially after reading those newspaper
articles. But last night while you slept, I lay there and put things together in
my mind and there’s one thing that you and I can’t deny that we didn’t give much
thought to.”

She lifted a brow. “And what is that?”

“It’s no coincidence that the Westmorelands of Atlanta and the
Denver Westmorelands favor. And I don’t mean a little bit. If you put them in a
room with a hundred other people and asked someone to pick out family members,
I’d bet ninety-eight percent of all the Westmorelands in the room would get
grouped together.”

Megan opened her mouth to say something and then decided there
was nothing she could say because he was right. The first time the two groups
had gotten together, and Dare Westmoreland—one of the Atlanta Westmorelands who
was a sheriff in the metro area—had walked into the room, every member of the
Denver Westmorelands’ jaws had dropped. He and Dillon favored so much it was
uncanny.

“And that level of similarity in looks can only come from the
same genes,” Rico added. “If push comes to shove, I’ll have DNA testing
done.”

She picked up her fork. “You still haven’t given me a reason
for Ms. Banks to make up such a story.”

Rico tossed down his napkin. “I don’t have a reason, Megan,
just a gut feeling.”

He reached across the table and took her hand in his. “I saw
yesterday that what she said took a toll on you and that became my main concern.
I got caught up in your hurt and pain. I felt it, and I didn’t want that for
you.”

She understood what he meant. Last night, making love to him
had been an eye opener. She had felt connected to him in a way she’d never been
connected to a man. She was in tune to her emotions and a part of her felt in
tune to his, as well. Their time together had been so special that even now the
memories gave her pause. “If your theory is true, how do we prove it?” she asked
him.

“We don’t. We visit them again and ask questions we didn’t ask
yesterday when our minds were too numb to do so.”

He gently tightened his hold on her hand. “I need you to trust
me on this. Will you do that?”

She nodded. “Yes, I will trust you.”

* * *

After making a call to the Banks ladies after breakfast,
they discovered they would have to put their visit on hold for a while. Dorothy
Banks’s daughter advised them that her mother and great-grandmother weren’t at
home and had gone on a day trip to Brownwood and wouldn’t be returning until
that evening.

So Rico and Megan went back to their hotel. The moment they
walked into the room he gently grabbed her wrist and tugged her to him. “You
okay? How is the soreness?”

He found it odd to ask her that since he’d never asked a woman
that question before. But then he couldn’t recall ever being any woman’s
first.

She rested her palms on his chest and smiled up at him. “My
body is fine. Remember, I do own a horse that I ride every day, and I think that
might have helped some.” She paused and then asked, “What about you?”

He raised a brow. “Me?”

“Yes,” she said, smiling. “I rode you pretty darn hard.”

Yes, she had. The memory of her doing so made his erection
thicken against her. “Yes, but making love with you was amazing,” he said,
already feeling the air crackling with sexual energy. “Simply incredible. I
enjoyed it tremendously.”

Her smile widened, as if she was pleased. “Did you?”

“Yes. I can’t really put it into words.”

She leaned closer and ran the tip of her tongue alongside his
lips. Tempting him. Seducing him, slowly and deliberately. “Then show me, Rico.
Show me how much you enjoyed it. Let’s get wild again.”

He was already moving into action, tugging off his shirt and
bending down to remove his shoes and socks. She wanted wild, he would give her
wild. Texas wild. Following his lead, she began stripping off her clothes. He
lowered his jeans and briefs while watching her ease her own jeans down her
thighs. He discovered last night that she wore the cutest panties. Colorful.
Sexy. No thongs or bikinis. They were hip-huggers, and she had the shapely hips
for them. They looked great on her. Even better off her.

He stood there totally nude while she eased her panties down.
She was about to toss them aside when he said, “Give them to me.”

She lifted a brow as she tossed them over to him. He caught
them with one hand and then raised them to his nose. He inhaled her womanly
scent. His erection throbbed and his mouth watered, making him groan. He tossed
her panties aside and looked at her, watching her nipples harden before his
eyes.

He lowered his gaze to her sex. She kept things simple,
natural. Some men liked bikini or Brazilian, but he preferred natural. She was
beautiful there, her womanly core covered with dark curls.

His tongue felt thick in his mouth, and he knew where he wanted
it to be. He moved across the room and dropped to his knees in front of her.
Grabbing her thighs he rested his head against her stomach and inhaled before he
began kissing around her belly button and along her inner and outer thighs. He
tasted her skin, licking it all over and branding it as his. And then he came
face-to-face with the core of her and saw her glistening folds. With the tip of
his tongue, he began lapping her up.

She grabbed hold of his shoulders, dug her fingernails into the
blades, but he didn’t feel any pain. He felt only pleasure as he continued to
feast on her. Savoring every inch of her.

“Rico.”

He heard her whimper his name, but instead of letting up, he
penetrated her with his tongue, tightened his hold on her hips and consumed
her.

He liked having his tongue in her sex, tasting her honeyed
juices, sucking her and pushing her into the kind of pleasure only he had ever
given her. Only him.

“Rico!”

She called out his name a little more forcefully this time, and
he knew why. She removed her hands from his shoulders to dig into his hair as
she released another high-pitched scream that almost shook the room. If hotel
security came to investigate, it would be all her fault.

Moments later, she finished off her orgasm with an intense moan
and would have collapsed to the floor had he not been holding her thighs. He
stood. “That was just an appetizer, baby. Now for the meal.”

Picking her up in his arms he carried her to the bedroom, but
instead of placing her on the bed, he grabbed one of the pillows and moved
toward the huge chair. He sat and positioned her in his lap, facing him. Easing
up he placed the pillows under his knees.

“Now, this is going to work nicely. You want wild, I’m about to
give you wild,” he whispered, adjusting her body so that she was straddling him
with her legs raised all the way to his shoulders. He lifted her hips just
enough so he could ease into her, liking the feel of being skin-to-skin with
her. The wetness that welcomed him as he eased inside made him throb even more,
and he knew he must be leaking already, mingling with her wetness.

“You feel so good,” he said in a guttural tone. They were
almost on eye level, and he saw the deep desire in the depths of her gaze. She
moved, gyrating her hips in his lap. Her movement caused him to moan, and then
he began moving, setting the rhythm, rocking in place, grasping her hips tightly
to receive his upward thrusts. And she met his demands, tilting her hips and
pushing forward to meet him.

He could feel heat building between them, sensations overtaking
them so intensely that he rocked harder, faster. His thrusts were longer,
deeper, even more intense as they worked the chair and each other.

He knew the moment she came. He felt it gush all around him,
triggering his own orgasm. He shuddered uncontrollably, as his body did one hell
of a blast inside of her. She stared into his face and the look in her eyes told
him she had felt his hot release shooting inside of her. And he knew that was
another new experience for her. The thought was arousing, and he could only
groan raggedly. “Oh, baby, I love coming inside of you. It feels so good.”

“You feel good,” she countered. And then she was kissing him
with a passion that was like nothing he’d ever experienced before. No woman had
ever put this much into her kiss. It was raw, but there was something else,
something he couldn’t define at the moment. It was more than just tongues
tangling and mating aggressively. There were emotions beneath their actions. He
felt them in every part of his body.

He would have given it further thought if she hadn’t moved her
mouth away to scream out another orgasm. As she sobbed his name, he felt his
body explode again, as well. He cried out her name over and over as he came,
increasing the rocking of the chair until he was convinced it would collapse
beneath them.

But it didn’t. It held up. Probably better than they did, he
thought, as they fought for air and the power to breathe again. Megan’s head
fell to his chest and he rubbed her back gently. Passion had his vision so
blurred he could barely see. But he could feel, and what he was feeling went
beyond satisfying his lust for her. It was much deeper than that. With her naked
body connected so tightly to his, he knew why they had been so in tune with each
other from the first. He understood why the attraction had been so powerful that
he hadn’t been able to sleep a single night since without dreaming of her.

He loved her.

There was no other way to explain what he was feeling, no other
way to explain why spending the rest of his life without her was something he
couldn’t do. He pulled in a deep breath before kissing her shoulder blades. When
he felt her shiver, his erection began hardening inside of her all over
again.

She felt it and lifted her head to stare at him with languid
eyes, raising both brows. “You’re kidding, right? You’ve just got to be.”

He smiled and combed his hands through the thick curls on her
head. “You said you wanted wild,” he murmured softly.

She smiled and wrapped her hands around his neck, touching her
own legs, which were still on his shoulders. “I did say that, didn’t I?” she
purred, beginning to rotate her hips in his lap.

He eased out of the chair with their bodies still locked
together. “Yes, and now I’m going to take you against the wall.”

* * *

“Hey, you awake over there?” Rico asked when he came to
a traffic light. He glanced across the truck seat at Megan. She lifted her head
and sighed. Never had she felt so satiated in her life. For a minute, she’d
thought he would have to carry her out of the hotel room and down to the
truck.

They had made love a couple more times after the chair episode.
First against the wall like he’d said, and then later, after their nap, they’d
made out in the shower. Both times had indeed been wild, and such rewarding
experiences. Now she was bone-tired. She knew she would have to perk up before
they got to the Bankses’ place.

“I’m awake, but barely.”

“You wanted it wild,” he reminded her.

She smiled drowsily. “Yes, and you definitely know how to
deliver.”

He chuckled. “Thanks. And that’s Texas wild. Wait until I make
love to you in Denver and show you Colorado wild.”

She wondered if he realized what he’d insinuated. It sounded
pretty much like he had every intention of continuing their affair. And since he
didn’t live in Denver did that mean he planned to come visit her at some point
for pleasure rather than business?

Before she could ask him about what he’d said, his cell phone
rang. After he checked the ID, Megan heard him let out a low curse. “I thought I
told you not to call me.”

“You didn’t say you would sic the cops on me,” Jeffery
Claiborne accused.

“I didn’t sic the cops on you. I wanted to check out your
story. I have, and you lied. You need money for other things, and I’m not
buying.” He then clicked off the phone.

Megan had listened to the conversation. That was the second
time he’d received a similar phone call in her presence. The thought that he was
still connected to some woman in some way, even if he didn’t want to be
bothered, annoyed her. She tried pushing it from her mind and discovered she
couldn’t. A believer in speaking her mind, she said, “Evidently someone didn’t
understand your rule about not getting serious.”

He glanced over at her. His gaze penetrated hers. “What are you
talking about?”

“That call. That’s the second time she’s called while I was
with you.”

“She?”

“Yes, I assume it’s a female,” she said, knowing she really
didn’t have any right to assume anything.

He said nothing for a minute and then. “No, that wasn’t a
female. That was the man who used to be my father.”

She turned around in her seat. “Your father?” she asked,
confirming what he’d said.

“Yes. He’s called several times trying to borrow money from me.
He’s even called Savannah. Claims his life is in jeopardy because he owes a
gambling debt. But I found out differently. Seems he has a drug problem, and he
was fired from his last job a few months ago because of it.”