Trouble With a Cowboy (18 page)

"Mmm.
What do you have in mind?"

"I'm
going to lick you from one end to the other," he said, wrapping the chain
between the cuffs through the headboard before he snapped the other link around
her right wrist. "And then I'm going to make you come so hard, you see
stars."

Her
breath came out in small pants of air. He knew she was so turned on by their
game, she could hardly stand it. Her nipples stood tight and proud, quivering
for this mouth and would be willing to bet if he touched her between her legs,
she would be wet. One swipe of his tongue over her left nipple brought a moan
from her lips. He blew a puff of warm air over the tip that had her whimpering
her need. When he pulled it between his lips and sucked, her hips came off the
bed as her legs parted. He rasped his palm over the other breast and he pinched
her nipple between his fingers. He skimmed his hand down over her abdomen,
stopping for a moment to play with her bellybutton ring before he moved on down
between her legs. Her whimpers grew as one of his fingers glanced over her
clit.

"Tucker,
please."

"Oh,
we're just gettin' started, darlin'."

He
followed the path of his hand with his tongue until he settled between her
legs. He brought one leg up, nipping at the skin of her ankle. He slid his
tongue up the inside of her leg and stopped to lick behind her knee. He glanced
at the pink of her pussy and could see her juices glistened on the lips. The
need to dive in a eat her up screamed in his brain, but he fought it off. His soft
bites to the inside of her thighs brought more moans from her as she clanked
the cuffs against the metal of the headboard. As he got closer to her center,
the scent of her arousal drove him crazy. The need to taste her had him on
edge, but he wanted to make this special for her. He groaned and moved past her
pussy to nip at the inside of her other thigh.

"You're
killing me," she growled.

"But
what a way to die," he murmured against her skin.

"Please."

"Tell
me what you want."

"I
want." She licked her lips and closed her eyes. "I want you to lick
my clit and make me come."

"Anything
your heart desires, darlin'."

The
walls surrounding his fingers quivered with her excitement as he slid two
inside her. A quick lick to her clit and her hips lifted off the bed. It
wouldn't take much to throw her over the edge of climax, but he wanted to drag
it out and heighten the end. For several minutes, he'd lick and then stop. Her
whimpers got higher pitched and she bit her lips. His fingers did a slow crawl
in and out of her clutching channel. He knew she was aware of his teasing, but
she didn't understand this drove him just as crazy. His balls felt like they
were ready to explode any minute, but he continued to draw out her climax.

"If
you don't…hurry up and make me come…I'm going to torture you until your balls
fall off."

"But—"

"No
buts unless you are talking about mine or yours. I need to come, Tucker,
please. God, please."

Unable
to stand her pleading any longer, he stiffened his tongue and encircled her
clit with a rhythm sure to drive her over the edge within seconds. The
explosion of climax hit her so hard, she screamed and trapped his head between
her thighs like a vice. He continued to softly lick her clit until her
trembling eased and the pressure against his ears lessened.

He
lifted himself over her and slid his aching cock into her tight sheath. Her
climax lingered. The walls of her vagina gripped him tight and he could feel
the quivers of her flesh around him. He clenched his jaw so tight, it ached,
but he had to hold back. If he moved too quickly, he would explode before she
had a chance to come again. One climax tonight wasn't enough for her in his
mind.

"Move,
Tucker," she demanded as she wrapped her beautiful legs around him and
planted her heels against his butt.

Unable
to take the pleading in her voice, his hips rocked almost with a mind of their
own. The feel of her heat wrapped around him brought him to the edge within
moments. Her soft whimpers told him she was close, but not close enough. He
lifted his chest and grabbed her ankles to unlock them from behind him. With
both of her calves' draped over his forearms, he got the depth he wanted.

"Oh
yes. God yes. Tucker hard please. Hard. Fast."

The
tormented growl coming from his lips fueled the fire in his cock. Flesh against
flesh. The sounds of hot sex filled the room with each slap of his skin against
hers until he couldn't hold on any longer. His balls drew up tight against his groin
and he shot his seed deep into her waiting cavity as she screamed his name in
an answering climax.

"Holy
shit." He groaned when he collapsed onto her chest.

"Yeah.
You could say that again."

He
eased from her warmth and rolled to his side.

"Uh,
Tucker?"

"Hmm?"

"Could
you like undo my hands now? My fingers are going numb."

"God,
I'm sorry, darlin'. Hang on." He crawled from the bed and walked around to
her side. "Where's the key?"

"On
the nightstand."

Once
the cuffs were off, he rubbed the reddened skin to help the circulation return
to her fingers. "Better?"

"Yeah."

"You
should have said something before."

"It's
okay. I was a little preoccupied at the time. I really didn’t feel it until
we…um…finished."

He
crawled back into the bed and pulled her close.

"This
is nice. I love cuddling like this with you," she whispered. Her fingers
skimmed over his chest and through the hair.

Cuddling
hadn't been one of his strong points in the past, but with her, it came
naturally. The need to hold her had become part of him just like loving her. He
couldn't fight it if he tried.

Within
moments, her breathing slowed and she slept.

Tears
burned behind his eyes and he fought the ache in his heart. He knew once their
two weeks was over, he'd let her go and never tell her while she could hear,
the love he held in his heart.

Chapter Ten

For
the next several days, Tucker escorted Jacie around town to the balls, dinners,
galas and events he had planned and needed to attend. The tests on the blood
for the bull came back negative, thank God. She really didn't want to know what
he would have done if for some reason they had been positive. He already had talked
about killing Kyle on the trip through Oklahoma and he'd put into motion a plan
to put the other man out of business. The opening of a large truck stop in
Littleton would accomplish it in short order.

She
often found Tucker staring at her when he was across the room. She would ask
what was wrong but he would say nothing. Their love making became almost
desperate. Their time would be coming to an end soon and it seemed like he
wanted to leave a lasting impression on her. Little did he know, she would
never forget him, but he would never know she'd fallen in love with him either.
He didn't want a wife or permanent fixture in his life and she couldn't see
being a temporary one. It wasn't her style. If it meant being alone, then alone
she would be.

The
day for her ride came. He stood at the railing watching avidly. She could see
his broad shoulders and dazzling smile from her position at the starting line.
Her mare danced under her hand, itching to run, but she needed to get her mind
off her lover and on her ride.

The
barrels sat in position—the dirt smooth and dry. This run meant everything. If
she made a good time on her pattern, she would be in the money. She let her
mare have her head and they shot across the line like a bullet. Once to the
left and twice to the right without knocking over a barrel—that's how it's done.
Her mare grazed one barrel when she turned to the right, but it didn't fall.
Around the last turn and shoot for the gate.

A
roar of approval from the crowd told her the time would be good before she
looked over her shoulder. The time board said fourteen point three five
seconds. Moments later, she rounded the corner near her horses stall to find
Tucker standing nearby.

"You
did awesome!"

"Thanks."

After
she dismounted, he swept her up in a hug and twirled her around. The kiss he
planted on her lips would have set the place on fire if there had been fuel
nearby.

When
he lifted his head and grinned, all she could do was say, "Wow."

"You're
done, right?"

"Yes."

"How
about we get Brandy settled down, grab some food, then we'll find us somethin'
to stay busy with for a few hours until the awards tonight."

She
fingered the buttons on his shirt as she peeked through her lashes. "What
do you have in mind?"

His
lip came out in a pout. "I would think you knew me well enough by now to
know exactly what I'm thinkin', darlin'."

The
big baby in him made her laugh. So he wanted some wild lovin', did he?
I think I can accommodate.

"Maybe
some shower sex?"

"Sounds
promisin'."

"I
thought you might like the idea a little."

"A
little, hell. I like it a lot." He nuzzled her ear and nipped at her
earlobe. "I need to check on the bull and clean his stall out some before
we take off. They'll be usin' him today."

"Are
you sure you don't want to stay?"

His
gaze turned serious and she knew he wanted to. It burned bright in his eyes.
This meant everything to him. He had worked hard for this and if his bull
somehow pulled out Bull of the Year, he would be set for a long time to come.

"Let's
stay for a while. At least until Lightning Strike does his thing and then we'll
go."

"It's
okay if you don't want to, Jacie."

The
whiskers of his five o'clock shadow abraded the palm of her hand as she
caressed the side of his face. He took her thumb between his lips and nipped at
the end of it. This man could turn her upside down and inside out without even
trying. Her heart belonged to him. "We'll stay."

His
melt-your-panties smile lit up his face and he kissed her hard on the mouth.
"Let's find a good seat," he said, grabbing her hand. He was like a
kid in a candy store, weaving in and out of the crowd to find the best open
spot. Yes, they had box seats, but he wanted to be down where the action
happened—on the rail.

Each
rider took their turn doing their best to hang on. She had seen bull riding
before, but these guys were the best on the circuit. Eight seconds. It felt
like a lifetime on the back of the bull. One date with a rider had garnered her
more knowledge of the sport than she wanted, but it came in handy right at this
moment while Tucker explained every detail. What the equipment entailed, the
vests and headgear certain riders wore, the clown's jobs and what everything
meant to the owner of the bull.

"As
the owner, if Lightning Strike is given the title, it enables me to charge much
more for his sperm and breeding rights. Right now, he's doing fabulous. His
buck-off rate is ninety-nine percent with a buck-off time of four point five
six seconds."

"Is
that good?"

The
tolerating smile spread across his mouth and he nodded. "Yes. There has
only been one rider to do eight seconds on him. If he manages to keep all the
riders from going the full eight seconds, he will be entitled to Bull of the
Year."

She
could tell by the intense look in his eyes, he lived for this. This was
Tucker's life. If she could be a part of it for just a few minutes, it would be
a memory she could hold onto during those cold winter nights when she wouldn't
have his arms to keep her warm.

"Next
up ladies and gentleman is Brad "Smitty" Smith from San Antonio,
Texas riding Lightning Strike owned by Tucker Marshall out of Austin, Texas. This
bull is up for Bull of the Year folks. He is one mean ass bad boy and so far
only one rider has done a full eight on his back. Good luck, Smitty."

Tucker
held his breath and squeezed her fingers tight enough to cut off the
circulation, but she didn't care. This was it.

The
gate flipped open and the bull she had brought all the way from bum-fuck
nowhere Oklahoma, the bull that had brought her and Tucker together, did his
damndest to buck the rider off. He twirled. He whirled. He twisted and turned,
but the rider hung on, his hand whipping back and forth in time with the kick
of the bulls hind legs. Jacie glanced at the clock, watching the time tick off.
With one last twist of his powerful hind legs, Lightning Strike unseated his
rider like an annoying fly. The buzzer had not sounded indicating the full
eight seconds.

Lightning
Strike had done it! The rider had only stayed on seven point zero four seconds
by the clock.

Tears
burned her eyes. This meant everything to Tucker and he meant everything to her.

Tucker
grabbed her and hugged her so tight, he cut off her air. "He did it!"
he yelled loud enough, her ears rang. The smile on his face lit up the arena.

"Ladies
and gentleman. Lightning Strike has solidified his place as Bull of the Year
with that ride. Congratulations Tucker Marshall and Lightning Strike."

"Oh
my God, Tucker. He won!"

He
swung her around in a circle and kissed her. His tongue swept inside her mouth,
making her forget everything and everyone around them until the crowd started
clapping loud. Her face burned and she buried it against his chest as he
chuckled softly. "We made the billboard, darlin'."

"Shit.
Are you serious?" she asked, lifting her head and looking at the large
screen at the end of the arena.

Sure
enough, there was their kiss, big as day on the big screen.

"Can
we go now? I'm so embarrassed."

"Sure,
darlin'," he said, wrapping an arm around her waist and escorting her down
the steps.

Several
men stopped them on the way out with good natured ribbing and congratulations
on the bull. Tucker took each in stride—graciously and gentlemanly.

They
did their daily stop at Tucker's trailer to feed Macy and clean her cat box
before they reached their room, all thoughts of going out quickly disappeared as
he stripped off his shirt. Every bit of liquid in her body shunted to her
pussy.

"I
think someone mentioned hot shower sex?"

"I
vaguely remember something along those lines," she replied, licking her
lips.

Within
seconds, he had every piece of her clothing off except her thong. "Now
that's what I call gettin' naked."

"You
still have yours on though," she murmured.

In
quick order, his jeans hit the floor along with his boxer briefs, leaving him
in nothing but bare skin. He picked her up and brought her legs around his
waist. Her pussy hovered over his erection as he growled low in his throat.
"Damn, you are so hot, honey, you're burning me through your sexy
underwear."

"I
need you, Tucker," she whispered. She found the rapid beating of his heart
at the base of his throat with her tongue, then nipped at the skin beneath his
ear as she gloried in the rumble he released.

He
walked with her wrapped around his waist into the bathroom before he flipped on
the light. Her breasts brushed the muscles of his chest, tightening her nipples
into achy points of arousal. Tongues stroked and licked as they kissed, deeper
and deeper. She wanted to crawl inside him and never come out.

She
released her legs and slid down his body to stand in front of him, but never
releasing his mouth. His hands were everywhere. Fingers stroked her breasts and
skimmed down her abdomen to dive between her thighs. Her moans disappeared into
his mouth with each brush of his hand.

When
he finally broke the kiss, he said, "Into the shower."

A
quick flick of the wrist had the hot spray of the water hitting the skin of her
chest. He grabbed the soap, lathered up his hands and started working the muscles
of her shoulders.

"God,
that feels good," she moaned as she tipped her head forward. The tight
knots under his hands slowly loosened with each knead of the muscles.

"Lord,
you're tight."

"I
know you aren't talking about between my legs."

"Well
there too, but not right now I'm not. We'll get to there in a minute."

"Such
a sweet-talker you are."

She
tipped her head back onto his shoulder as his hand slipped over her arm to cup
her breast. Two fingers rolled her nipple, making her whimper with need. She
spread her thighs as his hand moved down her belly and through the curls.

"Touch
me."

He
stepped away and she turned around in confusion.

"Sit
on the seat there, darlin'. I'm gonna eat you up."

Once
her butt hit the cold tiles, he sat on the floor of the shower and buried his
face against her pussy. No preamble, no teasing, just all-out clit sucking,
pussy licking, make her come so hard she saw stars—sex. After she had climaxed
twice with his mouth, he turned her around, bent her over at the waist and slid
into her from behind.

"Oh
yeah," he growled.

She
whimpered, begged, pleaded and screamed until he pounded into her hard enough,
she had to brace her hand against the side of the shower stall to keep from
banging her head. His balls slapped at her clit, throwing her into a spasm of
need like she had never felt before in her life. The cry of her climax bounced
off the tile only echoed by his roar of completion.

Raspy
breathing flittered against her ear as they both fought for breath.

"Are
you ready for dinner?" he asked with a chuckle.

Her
answering laugh turned into a moan when he slipped from inside her. "I
think I need to finish showering first."

One
eyebrow cocked and a wicked grin spread over his lips.

"Only
shower."

"Shit."

They
quickly finished showering and dressed for a nice dinner before the awards
presentation. Tonight he would receive his award for Lightning Strike and she
would find out if her time was good enough to be in the money, since they
hadn't stayed for the entire finish of the events. Winning didn't matter to her
anymore. Their time together was coming to a close and the thought of leaving
Tucker tore at her heart. If he would only say he loved her, she would throw
everything to the wind—her independence, her wandering ways and her need for
the open highway, but he wouldn't because he didn't love her.

They
dressed quickly and went downstairs to eat. Dinner was a subdued affair. Jacie
picked at her food, not really eating, but pushing it around her plate.

"What's
wrong, darlin'?"

"Nothing,"
she replied, setting down her fork.

Tucker
grasped her fingers and squeezed. "Yes there is. You haven't eaten
anything."

"I'm
tired is all." She sipped more of the wine he had ordered and avoided his
gaze.