She bites her lip hard and nods, then pulls her own top open, shrugging it off her shoulders and letting it slide off her arms. She’s wearing that burgundy bra again, and it pushes her perfect tits up, just right. I clutch her waist and bring her flush with my body. Fuck, I’ve missed skin to skin contact. Except I didn’t even know how bad I missed it until last night. For years, I’ve forced myself to never think about it, never want it. I worked out every damn day and burned off any lust left inside of me—untilshe showed up and hit me like a fuckin’ hurricane. She’s so soft, so warm. Her tits are round and perky and… if this goddamn thing doesn’t come off of her I’m going to lose my fuckin’ mind. “Finish stripping, blondie—or that pretty thing you’re wearing is about to become scraps of padding on the floor.”
She reaches behind her to unhook the band, then I watchlustfullyas it slips off her shoulders, falling between us, and landing at our feet—revealing those stunning rose nipples I’ve been dying to suck on all damn day. I growl, bite the center of my lip and let them brush against my abdomen. “Cold, baby?” I grind out, ready to come in my pants any second if she doesn’t undo my belt and let this horse free.
“Not cold, boss—just primed and ready to play.” Damn flirt, egging me on. I bend down and pull one into my mouth with a hard suck. She moans. “Should I help you drop those jeans again, boss? I need to see it!”
“Do it.” I grit out through iron clad teeth and a clenched jaw. “Get these motherfuckin’ things off of me and drop yours too.” She does exactly as I say. Metal clanks as she plays with the buckle, then I hear the zipper—and somehow it still isn’t fast enough. I help her push the denim off my hips with my boxer briefs at the same time. I step out and kick ‘em to the corner. My cock is harder and bigger than I’ve seen it since my twenties—I’m man enough to say it. She woke a sleeping stallion, and it’s not backing down anymore. “Look at it, Dixie. Look at what you do to me. I’ve been taming it all damn day and I’m done.”
She stares at me, wide eyed and I swear she’s fuckingsalivating. I lift my thumb to wipe the corner of her mouth. “That makes two of us, blondie.” I reach for the button of her pants so fast, flick it through the hole, then rip them down her gorgeous legs, controlled but on the edge of insane. I pause, honestly a little shocked at what I see. “You wear…thongs?” I growl. It was dark last night, and the light was low. I can’t remember seeing any when I packed all of her other underwear from her drawer at the bunkhouse. But here in this bathroom, I can see everything.
“I keep a few.” She simpers. “Sometimes regular panties ride up in the saddle…”
I let out a dangerous groan as I slide my fingers under the band and pull.Snap!
“Ouch!” She cries, but she’s not mad at me for it.
“Turn you on, sweetheart?”
“Yes!”Shit.If a woman can growl too, she just fuckin’ growled. I drag the thin fabric down her thighs and when it drops to her feet, it feels like the wet mark looking up at me is sneering—touch her there, you still haven’t touched her there.I step back to get a better look at the stunning work of art in front of me. The hair on her pussy is downright perfection. Fuck, I want to touch it—she didn’t give me the chance before. I listen to the sneer, slowly feeling my way down her belly, cupping her mound with my hand and using my fingers to play underneath. My middle finger circles her clit, then slides through her wetness, slipping into the opening I’ve been dying to explore further. I add another finger.
“Ah!” She gasps, then relaxes into the rhythm as I rock my hand back and forth. “You like riding my handtoo, cowgirl?” She sighs and I dip my head finally kissing her neck. I don’t want to leave a mark, at least where it’s seen—only boys do that. I drag my lips to her mouth, and when I reach it, she snaps out of her trance and kisses me like the depraved woman she’s been, for the entirety of her adult life. Everything she’s missed out on will come back to her tenfold—I can guarantee it. I pull my hand away from her and she whines, but I guide us into the enclosure, spin her around and press her front to the glass wall facing the mirror. “I want you to see how beautiful you are while I take you from behind.”
She sees herself, and another gasp escapes her throat. “Damn. I’m the most gorgeous thing I think I’ve ever seen…”
“Louder for the demons in the back.” I growl. “On your toes, baby.” She lifts, then I plunge inside of her, and we move. The water hits us, but not enough to drown us. I thrust, and she grinds, arching her back, tits pressed to the glass. I see her eyes close and I give her ass a little spank. “Watch, blondie. You don’t wanna miss this.”
She opens her eyes and whines again. “But it feels so good!"
“This is only the beginning of all thegoodthings you’re going to feel with me. Reach down and touch yourself—I promise, it can get even better.” She doesn’t hesitate. Her hand slides between her thighs and her head falls back onto my shoulder, her mouth dropping open as she closes her eyes again. But this time I let her—taking in the sole, greedy pleasure of watching us fuck, then explode, one after the other.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Penny and I practiced most of the morning yesterday, then Billie and her horse joined us in the afternoon. Now we’re lined up and ready for this event. Billie is the header, I’m the heeler, and it’s time. We’re gonna destroy everyone who competes in that arena today. I’m not trying to be cocky—but we haven’t skipped a beat and just like old times… we’re winners.
“Third in line baby.” Billie chimes as she sits next to me, on top of her horse. “The two idiots in front of us think they’re the best in the state.” She rolls her eyes. “They never were. But when we demolish their time, they’re gonna get a fat reality check.”
I laugh out loud and Penny bobs her neck up and down letting us know she agrees, I’m sure. “Who the hell are they?” I ask. Because I truly do not know. People come and go from small towns and there’s probably a bunch of young turds out here thinking they’re going to the next NFR. I can only see their backs from here.
She points her finger. “That little bitch on the left is,Jasper. And the guy next to him is Junior Montoya—Jasper’s littlepadawan.” I can see they’re having a conversation. But when Jasper turns to look over his shoulder, my fight-or-flight response tries to kick in, and I pull back on the reins. Penny obeys, moving us further away. “Dee… you okay, girl?” Billie looks confused and concerned at the same time.
“Remember how I up and left town all those years ago, without a word?” My voice is confident and steady.
“Yeah… we haven’t talked about that yet. What’s that got to do with Jasper though?” Her brow furrows deeper and I know this isn’t the time or the place to explain it all. So I give her the answer, short and sweet.
“He, and two of his buddies pinned me down after I beat ‘em at the graduation rodeo. I got pregnant, lost the baby, and I never even knew his name.”
“Shit! That’s going to be a lot for me to unpack with you later, but girl, people have raked you over the fuckin’ coals long enough. It’s time. You’ve got Chris now, you’ve got me, and by damn we’re going to kick his ass when we go out there! Then we’ll stomp on his balls when we’re through.” She looks back at him, then to me. “He never went to jail, so I’m assuming you didn’t turn him in. It’s ok though, he’s got a cell in hell waiting for him. In the meantime—are you ready to do your worst?”
I lock my jaw hard, look at her and say, “You bet your ass I am.” I search the stands for Chris, I need to see him. The first team gets announced over the microphone and seconds later I hear the buzzer.
Come on, come on, come on! Where are you, boss?
Then I hear his voice. “Hey, blondie.” And he’sbeside me, hand on my thigh. I see myself in his golden brown eyes and lean down—grabbing his handsome, bearded face and kissing him like I’ll never get to again. Penny obliges, dipping her neck and releasing her breath from her nostrils, probably annoyed. I let go of him, sitting back up straight. He sees my face and knows something isn't right. I toss my head forward to the team on either side of the chute, ready to race out after the steer. He sees who it is. Nothing else needs to be said. “Win.” He demands. “I’ll take care of the rest.”
I don’t know what that means, but I don’t think he’d give me the details, anyway. The buzzer sounds, the steer is loose and the riders chase. Junior misses the head, and the team gets a,no time,a failed run. And since there are not multiple rounds at such a small town event—Jasper and Junior score a big, fat, zero. Chris grins, then steps back giving me a final wink. He blows me a quick kiss with his lips, then we move to take our places where a new steer is being held. We never miss. This time when I win, it’s going to be his body laying flat on the ground, not mine. Billie grins at me, I grin back at her—the buzzer sounds, and we race. Billie ropes the front of the steer faster than I’ve ever seen a cowboy do it. She sets me up for a perfect catch. The rope flies over my head, down and around both of the steer’s legs—he’s tied. Perfect execution. We left the arena on a high, that was a thrill. I’ve missed it. We stable our horses, then wait for all the other teams to finish. Billie and I take our seats in the stands, but again, I can’t find Chris.Whatever you’re doing, please don’t get caught.
Chapter Thirty-Five
He saw her at that funeral; he knew she looked familiar. Didn’t even know who the dead guy was. He just heard there was food, so he showed up. When he left the arena and heard the announcer say her name, all the damn dots connected. He doubted she knew who he was; they were strangers back then too. His buddy knew where she lived, so they simply stopped by and taught her a lesson. Jasper volunteered to do the dirty work since he was new in town and no one really knew him.
