Leather and Lust (3 page)

“Look, Ms. Summers-”

“Jillian.”

“Jillian. I just returned from a long business trip and I’m tired. Definitely not up for a two hour round trip drive to Pinedale. You’re welcome to stay at my place tonight. We can see to your car in the morning.”

“Wait until morning?” One less day to find her cowboy.

He jerked a thumb toward the back window. “Pinedale’s a good hour back that way. That’s two round trip for me. So either you spend the night in your car or stay at my place. Your choice.”

“Oh, shit.”

Jackson quirked a dark brow. “Shit?”

“Hell, damn, whatever you prefer,” she blurted out, her voice quivering. “I can’t believe I’m that far away from the dude ranch. I mean I can maneuver the freeways in L.A. without any problem, but I get lost in the land of dirt roads. This is just great.”

She sounded close to tears. He offered a soothing smile. “So you overshot your destination a little bit. It’s not that bad, really.”

“How can you say that? It’s the worst thing that could have happened.”

He let out a husky chuckle as he pulled up alongside her rental car. “I can think of worse.”

“You don’t understand,” she groaned. “Never mind. If you could just run me into town, I’ll get a hotel room for the night. That way I won’t be imposing on you.”

He slung an arm over top the steering wheel and turned to her again, trying to understand why she was in such an all-fire hurry to get to some tourist driven guest ranch. “Sorry to be the bearer of bad news again, but Deep Spring doesn’t have a hotel. The nearest one is a good forty-five minute drive from here. Hell, we’re barely big enough for a post office. And you wouldn’t be imposing. I have a guest room if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“What if it takes more than a day to fix my car?”

“You’re welcome to stay until its fixed.” Longer if he had his way.

She let out a sexy little sigh. “This messes up everything, you know. I only have one week to find myself a real cowboy and now I’m stuck here for who knows how long.”

Jackson couldn’t help but grin. “I thought I’d already cleared that little misconception of yours up. Just because a man dresses like a cowboy, don’t mean he is one. And you sure as hell aren’t gonna find a real one at the Blooming Rose Ranch.”

“It said ‘authentic cowboys’ in their brochure,” she argued halfheartedly.

“And you believe everything you read?”

She fell silent, nibbling at that plush pink bottom lip of hers. One he wouldn’t mind nibbling on himself.

Shaking the thought from his head, he slid from the truck and walked around to help her down. “I’m sorry if it’s not what you wanted to hear, but that place is nothing more than a resort for the rich and famous. Not the sort of place a
real
cowboy would hang out. Take it from one who knows.”

She eyed him skeptically. “You really expect me to believe you’re a real cowboy?”

“I might not go around wearing six shooters on my hips,” he said with a grin, “but I was born and raised in Wyoming, own a ranch with horses, and I’m usually wearing boots unless I’m out of town on business.”

Something closely resembling excitement flickered in those big, beautiful green eyes of hers as she eyed him up and down.
Down
in particular.

He followed her gaze to the fly of his pants where his cock refused to be restrained. “Don’t let the business attire fool you, darlin’,” he said with an unabashed grin. “I can assure you I’m all cowboy where it counts.”

“I’m sure you are,” she replied as she jerked her gaze away and stepped past him to grab her things. It was the same condescending tone his ex used to use on him when she was in one of her ‘moods’; which ended up being more often than naught. Another reason he needed to refrain from acting on the desire that tugged at his balls. City and country just didn’t mix.

He waited by the truck as she collected her things.

She pulled a small, wheeled suitcase behind her. A smaller carry-on was slung along with her purse over her shoulder. She looked up, meeting his gaze as she stepped around him and into the vee of the open passenger door. “Okay, I’m ready.” She turned to face him. “For your guest room.”

Jackson leaned in, his hands braced against the doorframe on either side of her head. “Let’s get one thing straight before we go, Miss Summers. I’m not looking to be some city girl’s play thing, so your virtue is safe where I’m concerned.” Even as he spoke the words desire pooled below his belt, thickening him. Contradicting him.

Something very similar to desire flickered to life in those big green eyes. “And what makes you think I’d consider you for my ‘play toy’?”

He was trying like hell not to look down the front of her open blouse, at the fleshy swells of her breasts which taunted him with every breath she took. But concentrating on her face did nothing to ease his hunger. Not when those incredibly full lips were parted just so, that damned sexy tongue of hers darting in and out to moisten them. Hell, he could think of a far better uses for that overactive tongue of her. Like release his throbbing cock from beneath the tented fly of his pants and sink to her knees in front of him... He forced the image from his mind.

“Deny it all you want,” he said, not bothering to hide the huskiness of desire in his voice. “But I’ve seen you measuring up my cock with your heated gaze.”

She made no attempt to deny it. “Are you married?”

“What?”

“Because I’m not the kind of woman who has sex with a married man.”

His pulse kicked up another notch. His bold words had been meant to put a wall up between them, not to draw her to him.

“No,” he answered, “I’m not.”

She smiled. “Seeing anyone?”

He shook his head. “Not currently.”

“Good.” Reaching out, she ran her fingertips down the front of his shirt.

Jaw clenched, Jackson watched the slender hand trail its way down his chest, stopping mere inches from his jutting arousal. “What are you doing?” he ground out.

“I’m going to find out if you cowboys are everything my friend’s make you out to be.” Her hand cupped the front of his tented fly.

Jackson closed his eyes, a low hiss sliding through his teeth. He’d always been the aggressor. Not this time. Yet he welcomed her eager touch, silently cursing the cloth barrier between her hand and his throbbing cock.

“Not too worn out from your trip, I see,” she said as her hand continued its slow, determined caress of his pulsing erection.

She was driving him mad, turning him on like no woman had ever done before. His hips surged forward, thrusting into her teasing strokes. He dragged her up against him with a groan, capturing her sassy little mouth beneath his in a hard, hungry kiss, making her moan softly. He was taking control now.

His hands moved between them to mold her breasts through the shimmery pink silk. But it wasn’t enough. Not even close. He worked open the remaining buttons to slip his hands inside, finding the soft, supple flesh he was seeking.

A sound, almost like a purr, caught in her throat as his thumbs grazed the hardened tips of her nipples. He considered ending the kiss to take one of those eager nipples into his mouth, but he couldn’t get enough of her fervently thrusting tongue.

He relinquished his grasp on her breasts to move further downward. Dragging her torn skirt up her hips, he slipped his hand into the skimpy little panties she wore.

“Oooh,” she moaned, her fingers curling into the back of his suit jacket.

The need to have her, city girl or not, raged through him. Cupping her ass, he lifted her against him. “A real cowboy knows how to make a woman want,” he breathed against her parted lips as he backed her up against the side of the truck next to the open door.

“Yes,” she panted.

“Fair warning. You’re about to have a real cowboy fucking you, right here, right now if you don’t stop grinding against me that way.”

“What if I want you to fuck me right here, right now?” she asked, wriggling determinedly atop his straining cock.

She wanted this. But did he? He’d sworn off her type a long time ago. The subtle scent of vanilla and something lightly floral drifted past him, teasing his heightened senses all the more. Then Jillian Summers grinded against him again. Hell, yes, he wanted this! Wanted her.

Muttering a curse, he turned away from the truck, her legs still wrapped snuggly about his waist, and headed toward the trees lining that side of the road.

He carried her just out of sight of the road and lowered her onto the cool grass beneath a towering maple. “Why me?”

“Do you make it a habit to lie to women?” she asked, looking up at him.

Lord she was pretty, lying there with her long auburn hair fanned out across the grass like spreading wildfire. Her lips swollen from his kisses. “No,” he answered honestly.

“Then I’m doing this because you assure me you’re a real cowboy and that’s exactly what I need right now.”

He moved over her. “Darlin’, you’re crazy.”

She looked up at him, her eyes glazed over with desire. “Maybe so, but I know that I want this. Want you.”

He undid the zipper at the side of her skirt, dragging it down over her hips and then down her slender legs until she could kick free of it.

“Your skin is so damn soft,” he said, his voice thick with desire. He pulled back, letting his gaze move over her nearly naked form.

“And yours is so hard,” she replied running her hands up the front of his dress shirt.

Hard didn’t even come close to describe the flesh covering a certain part of him. Looking down, he pushed aside the slender strip of white silk covering her pussy, revealing springy auburn curls, a shade darker than her hair. With a groan of approval, he dipped a finger between the cum slickened lips of her sex.

She moaned softly, arching into his touch.

“So fucking wet,” he ground out as heat pooled in his groin and desire lengthened his cock more than he ever thought possible.

The raw hunger she saw in his eyes as he stroked her pushed Jillian deeper and deeper into the sexual frenzy they’d been swept up in. All rational thought had been left behind along the distant roadside. In its place, a deep, primal need she’d never before experienced took over. She squirmed, her body aching to feel his cock driving into it. Needing to hear his groans of pleasure with each hard, unrelenting thrust of his lean hips.

Reaching between them, she fumbled at the buttons on his shirt. “I need this off,” she panted impatiently. Needed to run her hands over the hard, muscular flesh that lay beneath it.

“Let me,” he said, pushing her hands aside as he ripped his shirt open, sending buttons scattering into the thick blades of grass around them.

“Oh, yes,” she sighed as she reached up to run her hands over the sculpted contours of his muscular chest. He was rock hard. Every single part of him.

He gave her lacy bra a tug downward, freeing a taut nipple to his heated gaze. “Yes, is right,” he said as he bent to take the hardened tip into his mouth.

She arched into the heat of his sensual kiss.

He freed the other breast, cupping it as he feasted on the other. “Your breasts are so big,” he mumbled against her damp flesh.

“Too big,” she countered.

“Just right,” he said as he moved on to the other breast, circling the taut peak with his tongue.

She whimpered, arching upward.

“This is what it feels like to have a real cowboy take you into his mouth,” he said, drawing her puckered flesh between his parted lips.

Cum dripped from her pussy, soaking into her thong.

“I need to taste you,” her cowboy warned as his mouth moved down the flat expanse of her stomach.

Her pulse flittered wildly as his lips skimmed over the sensitive flesh in teasing kisses. Her legs parted wantonly. “Jackson...”

“I know, darlin’.” Edging his fingers under the waistband of her thong, he tugged lightly, drawing the sliver of silk up between the slick lips of her pussy.

Jillian squirmed needily. He was driving her crazy. “You. I want you there instead.”

He slipped a finger beneath the damp silk to stroke her. “Damn, you’re wet. So very fucking wet.”

“Jackson, please...”

He withdrew his hand, eliciting a groan of protest from her parted lips, and tugged again at the thong. “Please what, Jillian? Please slide my tongue along your slit instead?”

“Yes,” she breathed.

He dragged her thong downward, tossing it aside. Then he sat back. “Spread your legs for me, Jillian. All the way. I wanna see you.”

His words had her quivering with need. Looking up at him, she parted her thighs and waited for what seemed like forever as his dark, scrutinizing gaze moved over her.

A slow smile spread across his handsome face. “Nice. Now I need to know if you taste as sweet as you look.”