Second Dance Cowboy (Second Chance) (15 page)

She
groaned and he moaned loudly. Slipping her mouth away, she looked up at him and what she saw touched her. Pure bliss against masculine features. “What do you want, Dillon?”

****

Peyton’s mouth was pure pleasure. His dick would burst at any second and he wanted to pump until his seed spilled into her mouth. Yet, what he wanted more than release was to feel her hot body wrapped around his cock. He wanted to bring her ecstasy, although he knew he wouldn’t last long.

“Come here, b
aby.” He grasped her shoulders and once she was standing, he turned her back to him. He quickly undid her jeans, slid them off her hips and to her knees. “Bend over,” he whispered next to her ear.

He grabbed the
shaft of his dick and guided it into her slick opening. She was dewy with hunger and he drove her body with his hard need. Tremors erupted through his insides, sparks of bittersweet awareness. He didn’t want it to end, but the finale was close. His body ached for relief and he couldn’t control the spirals of eagerness any longer. With her tight, round bottom bouncing against his pelvic muscles and his cock deep within her, the dam was breaking.

Bending
over her, he flicked her clit until she cried out and her muscles tightened. The pulsation pushed him over the edge and he spilled his seed inside of her.

Dillon didn’t want to move, but he realized she
must be uncomfortable in the bent position. He straightened and pulled up his jeans. She turned and reached for her jeans, but he touched her hands. “Here, let me help.” He pulled up her panties then her jeans and snapped them. “There you go.”

“Thank you,” she whispered. Her lips were pink and swollen and his chest swelled. She’d just given him the bes
t blowjob and he’d reached fulfilment, but why did he feel like he wanted more? That he was missing something.

He pushed his fingers through his still damp hair and
agitation slithered through him.
What the hell?

“Are you okay?” she asked.

He turned to face her, forcing a mask over his emotions. “I’m better than okay.” He wanted to ask her to stay. He wanted to tell her about his meeting with Cassie, but how could he explain? Cassie was good at brainwashing, and he’d let her play her magic too many times. He didn’t want to allow anyone to control his emotions like that ever again.

“I
should go,” Peyton said. She was attempting to finger comb her messy hair.

“Okay. Can we talk later?” he asked.

“Sure, but you seem, well, different. Should I have called first before coming out?”

“You’re welcome any time.
” He went to her, slipped his hand around to the nape of her neck and kissed her forehead. “You couldn’t understand the satisfaction you’ve brought me, Peyton. I guess I’m caught off guard. I’ve never expected to feel so much emotion.” He framed her face and kissed her tenderly on the lips. “I’m flattered that you snuck out here to see me. Let me do something for you, and Oliver. Does the boy like to fish?”

Her expression
relaxed. “He loves to fish. Uncle Marty takes him. I’m not too handy with a rod.”

“I’d beg to differ. You’re quite talented.” He kissed her again. “It’s
amazing. You blush and yet you took me to a new place a few minutes ago. I find you very intriguing.” He wanted to say more, but the words wouldn’t come. His heart raced and his limbs went weak. Was this the sensation of falling in love?

Jerking his hands from her, he took a long step back, averting his gaze. He couldn’t look at her. Would she see straight
through him?

Her sigh bounced off the walls. “I’m leaving now.” He knew she sensed his detachment.

“Friday evening we’re having our traditional fish fry. Friends and family hang out, fish, chat, drink a couple of beers down at the pond. I hope you and Oliver come. Bring your uncle too. More the merrier.”

“I’ll think about it.” Her soft footsteps disappeared and his heart ached.

“Peyton…” He turned, but she was gone. A second later, he heard the soft purr of her car followed by the spitting of gravel. She wasted no time in getting away and he didn’t blame her. He’d clammed up.

He
stomped all the way to the house, marched inside and went straight into the kitchen to grab a glass of water. Gulping down the cold liquid, he realized he wasn’t alone. Deckland sat at the table wearing a skeptical expression. Lowering the glass, Dillon sighed. “What’s that look about?”

“You’re quite the lady’s man, huh?” A mischievous grin flashed over his brother’s face.

“I wouldn’t say that,” he said as he rinsed out his glass and set it aside.

“Peyton came here to the house
first and let’s just say, she had a goal.” Deckland leaned his chair on two legs, keeping his gaze on Dillon.

“I don’t need or want a lecture, big brother.” He left the kitchen,
hearing his brother’s footsteps behind him. Dillon needed the breeze so he stepped out onto the porch, but it did very little to cool the inside of his body.

“You may not want to hear what I have to say, but you’re going to listen. Do you have any clue what you’re feeling? You came back home all pissed because Dante is marrying Cassie, but then you take up with Peyton. Lo
ok, I get it, she’s a lovely woman and sweet to boot, but she’s been through a lot. She doesn’t deserve to be used as a bandage in helping you get over your sadness. This may seem like two people having fun, but Aspen told me that Peyton has a huge heart and isn’t the type to play around with a man without a focus on a long-term relationship.”

Dillon lea
ned his elbows on the railing. “And what makes you think I’m a dick who is incapable of emotion?”

Deckland joined him
at the banister. “You have a big heart also, my brother. I know you wouldn’t hurt anyone intentionally, but when a man feels raw emotion, it’s possible he can do something very stupid. And let me ask, if Cassie broke it off with Dante and came begging for you to take her back, what would you do?”

Dillon
swallowed the sudden lump in his throat. Did Deckland know about the last conversation Dillon had with Cassie? “I’d send her away. No doubt.”

“You may find out very soon, brother.” Deckland patted him on the shoulder. “Dante called while you were out in the barn. Cassie called off the wedding.”

CHAPTER TEN

PEYTON STILL REELED from what happened in Dillon’s barn. He’d been hot and giving one minute and distant the next. He’d pulled away from her like she’d grown horns, leaving her confused.

She
focused on finishing packing Oliver’s snack for soccer practice and, when she’d thrown the apple in too hard, it bruised. “Great!” She switched out fruit.

What was she doing with Dillon? Where could they go from here? Did she want to marry him and have his baby? She sighed…yes, a part of her did. A very big part.

And what did he want? Did he want her as his toy?

No, she knew him well enough. Dillon wasn’t using her—at least not on
purpose. But she believed that his recent battle with betrayal had him rolling in an internal scuffle.

Setting Oliver’s brown paper bag on th
e table, she heard a knock. Aspen was peeking through the window, waving. Peyton opened the door, laughing at her friend. “Hey, I wasn’t expecting you.”

“I want to visit
as much I can before I leave.” She strolled in. “And, I wondered if you’d heard the news.” Peyton narrowed her eyes. “Okay, you didn’t. Cassie called off wedding plans with Dante.”

Dizziness washed over her
and she quickly sat down before her knees buckled. She had to wonder if this had something to do with Dillon. “How did you find out?”

“As you know, I’m
friends with Sierra, who is good friends with Cassie. Sierra said it happened quickly and everyone is shocked.” Aspen sat across from Peyton. “I’m not surprised.”

Peyton lifted her gaze. “Did Sierra say why?”

Aspen shook her head, sending her hair flying. “No, I’d tell you. I bet you’re thinking it’s because of Dillon.”

“Of course. Aren’t
you?” Peyton’s stomach tensed.

“I think it’s a
good idea that we don’t jump to conclusions,” Aspen said.

Peyton rubbed her temples. “This is what Dillon has been wanting.”

“You don’t know this.”

“Come on, I have to face reality.
” Peyton brought her gaze up, silently daring her friend to tell her differently.

“Please don’t talk yourself out of this
relationship that you have with Dillon. You and I both know he’s a good guy.” Aspen sighed. “Anyway, we’re going to the fish fry this weekend. We’ve both been invited.”

“H
ave fun. I’m not going.” She stood up and dug her hands into her front pockets.

“Why not?”
Aspen’s mouth twisted.

“Because I’m probably no longer invited.” Opening the
window, the summer breeze wafted in. A bird chirped and Peyton explored where the critter was hiding. She found him perched on one of the tree branches. He was stepping side to side while his beady eyes watched her. The same bird had been visiting day after day for the last few weeks. It seemed lonely, much like she’d been for far too long. She brought her hand up and pressed her fingers against her shoulder, kneading the kinks—the result of stress.

“Bull crap. I just spoke with Deckland this morning and he
mentioned that you and Oliver were coming. He wanted me to remind you,” Aspen said.

“Interesting that Deckland is reminding me. Why is that?
Maybe Dillon has changed his mind.” She turned away from the window. “What we had was casual sex. Plain and simple. He could have any woman he wants in Texas. After all, he’s as sexy as sin. I never fantasized that we were anything more, or that we had a future. In this town, Brooke rhymes with bachelor. That won’t change, not unless Cassie finally snares one of them.”

Aspen snorted. “Cassie is looking for a rich man to sink her claws into. That’s obvious. You an
d she are worlds apart. And trust me, Dillon sees that. If anything, he’s confused because, up until recently, he had no clue what type of woman she really was. You may want to punch me, but it wasn’t too long ago that you felt the same for Richie.”

Peyton
stiffened, but she couldn’t deny the truth. “Okay, I can’t say that I wasn’t blinded by Richie’s magnetism and charm. I believed him, and it did take me a while to see his true colors.”

“So then give Dillon the benefit of the doubt. And believe me, if he does anything to hurt you I’ll hunt hi
m down like a dog.”

They shared a laugh and Peyto
n felt some better. “Okay, okay.” She waved her hands. “I’ll see what happens. I like the idea that you’ll be there too. Does that mean things are speeding up between you and Deckland?”

“No, afraid not. We’re friends. That’s all.
Maybe if we’d met earlier, but I’m leaving.” There was an unspoken sadness to Aspen, maybe even disappointment. “So, I’m leaving now.” Aspen got up. “Can I drop the kid off at the park for his practice?”

“Sure. Let me go and get him.”

Fifteen minutes later, Peyton sat on the back porch reading her favorite author’s newest novel, but she couldn’t relax. Laying the book beside her on the wicker lounger, she turned her attention to the clouds as they slowly passed. The sun was shining bright and the birds were chirping. It was a lovely afternoon. Too bad her emotions weren’t as clear.

Her phone buzzed and she picked it up.
She read the message on the screen. Dillon had sent her a text.

         “I hope to see you, Oliver and Marty on Saturday.”

Her chest tightened. So, he did still want her to come.

She put her
phone down, resisting the urge to message him immediately. Maybe she needed to play harder to get. Sometimes that was the only way to find out where a man stood.

****

“She’s a woman that’ll make your heart forget to beat.” Dillon barely registered Deckland’s words. Peyton had climbed from the driver’s seat of her car and he could hardly inhale. “Lucky bastard.” Deckland patted his back, sending Dillon forward but he caught his balance.

“What the hell?” Dillon growled.

“Just checking to make sure your tongue was in your mouth.” Deckland laughed.

Peyton walked
toward them and sweat beaded on Dillon’s forehead. He swiped his hand across the moisture. The temperature was close to ninety, but with the exotic goddess headed his way, it rose by at least ten degrees. He’d been thinking about her non-stop and he couldn’t deny he was slaphappy seeing her arrive. Everyone else at the party disappeared as he watched her.

The shirt s
he wore clung to her breasts. He remembered how they smelled and tasted and his mouth salivated. If only he could have the privilege of sucking them every day. He’d never grow tired of the act. Her dark jeans clung to her hips and long dancers legs. They looked good on—real good—but in his mind he saw her naked, her legs spread wide and moisture dripping from her pussy. He’d like to dive his dick into her sweet body until she screamed his name.