Secret Pressure (Rhinestone Cowgirls Book 4) (10 page)

“My truck is parked on the far side of the lot. Can you walk that far in those things?” He pointed to her feet.

“I can walk. Where are we going?” she asked.

He reached down and took her hand, entwining their fingers. They were so small compared to his working ones. He should feel a little embarrassed, but she’d never complained before. In fact, she always told him how good his calloused palms felt against her naked skin. His dick jerked and an ache shot from his shaft to the head. He wished he could release his cock from the denim cage, but soon…very, very soon. “I have a room here in town.” He was asking…

A second fled by. Would she reject him? Normally, he wouldn’t be this impulsive. Usually, he’d logically think over the repercussions of taking her back to his room. But somewhere in all of this, he’d lost reason and emotion had taken over. When it came to Ruby Stone, normal and consequences weren’t in his vocabulary.

And then it came, a meek nod, but still a nod. He smiled and turned her toward the lot.

Still holding hands, she took a step ahead of him, giving him the opportunity to watch her. She only reached his shoulder in height. The heels helped, but she had long, toned legs. The breeze caught her long, ebony hair, sending it flying around her face and shoulders, settling in luscious ringlets down her back. She shot him a quick look and could have just reached in and touched his heart. She had the prettiest eyes, expressive and innocent. He slipped his gaze to her hips and swallowed. Nice and round.

How had he let her get away? Why didn’t he go after her?

Pride…damn, stinking pride.

She moaned as she stopped and slipped out of her heels. “These are definitely not walking shoes.”

Without thought, he scooped her up into his arms and continued walking toward his truck.

A soft, sigh came across her lips as she melted against him. The hem of her skirt drifted higher on her thigh and she didn’t make a move to tug it back into place. He caught a slight glimpse of red and his heart kicked up in speed. It was amazing what an accidental glimpse could do to parts of him.

“You’re going to get tired of carrying me,” she said.

“You’re a lightweight. I could carry you all day and not lose a step.” He smiled.

She rested her cheek on his shoulder and he knew she was staring up at his profile. He could see the truck and he continued toward the parking space, but moved much slower. He liked holding her and didn’t want it to end anytime soon.

His heart became mushy and he couldn’t deny that the feelings he’d had for her a few years back had grown into something he couldn’t quite understand. How could that be possible? She’d walked away, without thought of his feelings.

A man had no control over who he loved. Unfortunately, this was the case.

Once they reached his truck he carefully lowered her to her bare feet. He opened the passenger side door for her, but instead of her sliding in, she pushed him hard against the side of the truck and lifted to her toes. “Thank you for carrying me.” She pressed her lips to his, slipping her fingers to the top of his shirt and giving it a tug. Several buttons came undone. Her head came up then dipped to his chest, kissing and licking. He inhaled sharply, grabbing her hips and squeezing her tight ass. He could take her right then and there, but a woman like Ruby wasn’t a parking lot fuck. He wanted to take his time, explore her body, and bring her pleasure. Her hair tangled up around his face, her scent fresh and sweet.

This whole circumstance had him reeling.

“Get inside, sweetheart,” he demanded.

She pushed away from his chest, her eyes shining bright in the overhead security light. He helped her into the passenger seat and he slipped the seatbelt around her, snapping it into place. He was two inches from her, and he couldn’t resist sampling her lips again. Pulling back, he shook his head. “I better get going or I’m going to be in real trouble.”

She smiled and he swore he could see the stars twinkling in her eyes. His gut twisted and he realized he was smiling too, something he hadn’t done much of lately. Closing the door he rushed around to the driver’s side, adjusted his crotch, and climbed in.

“There’s something I want to do.” Ruby was out of her seatbelt and sliding next to him.

“You got to get back into your belt, sweetheart. Safety above all else.—”

Her fingers were on his belt buckle, undoing and unzipping. Before he could mutter one word, she had his cock out and her fingers wrapping around the solid shaft. “Honey, we should go.”

“You don’t want me to give you…uhh…you know?” She wagged her brows.

He jerked. “If I said no, I’d be lying. You don’t have to do this.” He realized how rugged his voice sounded.

“I’ve never given a man a blowjob in a truck or car.” She smiled. Dipping her head, she took him into her mouth, licking and suckling, rolling her fingers in rhythm.

“Damn! This feels good,” he muttered.

She continued rolling her tongue around his head, sliding the tip over his slit, suckling until his toes tingled. He could go, he was dang close, until he heard laughter and spotted a couple walking fifty feet away. “Baby, we’re not alone.”

Hell, he’d been sucked off in a parking lot in his truck several times and never cared that he could be seen, but Ruby was different. She was special.

She lifted her head, wiping the back of her hand across her wet lips. “You’re lucky. I planned to continue until I tasted all of you.”

He couldn’t breathe. He didn’t care.

She slipped back across the seat and he did up his jeans and belt, situating his rock-hard body behind the zipper. He started the engine and jetted out of the parking lot, lowering his window and sucking in heavenly oxygen.

Silence grew, not awkwardly, but each in their own thoughts. He drove the truck with a need to jam the gas, but he had precious cargo and wouldn’t dare take any chances.

CHAPTER SIX

Reaching the hotel, he led her into the elevator and the second the doors closed, he was next to her dragging her close, pressing her body against the mirrored wall. Her purse dropped to their feet and she wrapped her arms around his neck. Her firm breasts pressed his chest and their lips met in abandoned need. Tongues dueled, hearts raced and he griped strands of her hair in his palm. He dropped his free hand to the hem of her skirt, sliding his fingers upward as heat grew against his knuckles. He skimmed his thumb along the cotton covered seam, met with a warm, sinewy moisture. She was wet, just as he suspected.

He slipped his finger along the elastic and pushed it aside, dipping his fingers in the sweet nest. Yes, she was ready alright. Spreading her moist lips, he found the pearl tucked in her silken sheath and flicked it twice. She trembled and a long deep purr fell off her lips.

The bell dinged, warning them.

He pulled back, both panting, chests heaving and he stepped across the small space of the cubicle. The doors opened and a couple stepped in, the woman offered a smile to Jobe. He dipped his hat in greeting.

Across the way, Ruby met his gaze. Her cheeks were perfectly pink and her lips were swollen. He brought his hand to his nose and inhaled her musky scent, smiling. Pure heaven. He couldn’t wait to dip his tongue into the treasure.

Seconds seemed to turn into hours as the elevator lifted them higher. Ruby’s eyes were glossy and her bottom lip quivered, he knew she couldn’t wait either.

The elevator stopped and the doors slid open. He took her hand and they hurried down the hall toward room 721. Outside his door, he could barely think as he grabbed the keycard from his pocket and pushed it into the slot that suddenly seemed too small. The door clicked and he pushed it open, letting her pass.

The door closed, he locked it and pushed her against the solid wood.

In record time he found the zipper at the back of her dress and had it undone, sliding it down her shoulders until it landed into a pile of puff at her feet. He stepped back a mere inch so he could look at her sweet body—as beautiful as ever. Her breasts were larger and her hips were wider, more curves to explore. She was the same Ruby as before, though. Her breasts pressed the lavender lace, her nipples hard against the material. But what got him, straight into the center of his gut, was her chocolate brown eyes that were now close to black. They could make his pulse flounce and his brain shut down. Her body still made him crazy.

Her lips thinned ever so slightly in impatience. Yeah, he knew exactly what she was feeling because he felt it too. He reached around, unsnapped her bra, and the delicate material slipped down her body and joined the dress. Holy mother of…

“My God, you’re beautiful.” His words hurt as they escaped his raw throat. Her breasts were full, her nipples were a creamy pink, thick and hard. He could no longer wait to sample them. He lowered to one breast, licking the hard nub and she arched her back. Her fingers strolled up his shoulders, into his hair, knocking his hat to the floor. He continued to suckle and gently nibble the silken skin, then gave the other breast the same attention.

“Jobe?” Her needful voice drew him from his enjoyment. He looked at her, her eyes were sparkling and craving filled her expression. “I want you!”

“Hell yeah, sweetheart. I want you too.” First though, he wanted to see all of her.

He turned her around, and she pressed her body against the door, lifting her arms high above her head. He moved her long dark hair to one shoulder so he could admire the feminine curve of her back. He started at her neck, licking and nibbling his way lower across her rib cage until he came to the delicate dip where slender waist met luscious hip. He rolled his tongue along the feminine bend and she sucked in a hollowed breath.

He slid his fingers inside the elastic of her teeny tiny thong and dragged it from her hips. The slinky material fell to her ankles and she gave them a slight kick. Dropping to his knees, her ass tightened. He smiled and grasped each cheek, squeezing the firm muscle, rubbing it with great pleasure. “Best ass I’ve ever seen,” he murmured.

“Jobe…?” his muffled name dripped from her lips.

“I want to explore you, tattoo you with my fingerprints, and— carve my name into every nook and cranny.” He lowered his mouth, running the tip of his tongue along each swollen cheek while gently massaging. He gripped her hips and pulled out her bottom as he followed the natural curve. Her pants grew heavier, mingling with his own. Sliding his thumb along the crease, working his way down until he found her moist folds. Burrowing the tip of his finger into her entrance, her muscles clenched around his digit, flexing. He believed he had lots of control, but somehow Ruby managed to cause him to respond like a teenage boy.

He stood, gaining his balance, undid his buckle, his zipper and practically ripped the jeans from his body. Then came the boxers and he kicked them off his ankles. “Are you taking birth control?” he asked, breathless.

“Yes.”

“I’m clean. I’ve been checked. I want to ride you bare.”

She nodded. “Y-Yes, I…well, I haven’t been with anyone since…you.”

Her words sent blood shooting straight to the tip of his aching cock. “Ruby.” Her name fell from his lips. He wanted to do wicked and wild things to her. And she was willing.

“Now, Jobe!”

He wouldn’t make her wait another second. He reached down, spread a nice V between her legs, clutching his shaft with shaking fingers. Finding her opening dripping with hot juices, he pressed his head in the precious nest. With one quick jerk, he entered her, but her tight channel wouldn’t take all of him, not all at once. He slowly eased himself deeper, molding their bodies as one, until her body opened up completely, till he was buried balls-deep inside of her.

“Oh my…oh my…so good.” Her words were muffled by the door.

“Yes, baby, yes.” Burying one hand into her hair, he planted the other palm on her ass, guiding her as he picked up the pace.  “Tight pussy…better than ever.”

“I want to feel you come in me.” Her words penetrated the cloud in his brain.

There had been many women since her, but none had come close to making him feel this amazing—no one had ever made him forget Ruby. When he was buried in another, it was always her face that filled his brain.

She backed her ass up against him and he reached deeper, pushing against her insides and he thrusted closer to release. He rammed faster as she lifted her ass even further.

He couldn’t let it end so fast.

Pulling himself out of her, his dick plopped against his stomach. “Let’s move to the bed. I want to hold you.” Big, bad, hard as nails Jobe Walters wanted to make love to sweet Ruby Stone.

She turned around, he led her to the edge of the bed and she took a seat. He walked to the side, patted the mattress and she backed her way up the satin comforter. Once she laid sprawled in the middle, he moved over her, spreading her legs wide. Her eyes were closed. “Look at me, Ruby.”