“You’re pretty full of yourself aren’t you,cowboy.” The way that word sounds rolling off her tongue has my knees buckling. A dark part of me wants to taint this perfect little rodeo star. My fingers itch to bend her over, but I curl my hands into fists, praying I have the strength to hold back just a bit longer.
“Tell me…” Taking another step towards her, I let my words hang heavy between us. When my boots touch the toes of hers, I stop and lean in, my hands gripping the saddle rack behind her. I risk a glance down and smirk the moment I realize she’s not wearing anything under her thin, cotton tee. The neckline gapes just enough for me to see her bare breasts, her nipples rubbing against the fabric with each deep breath. I whisper in her ear, “Are you wet after watching me fuck another woman, wishing it was you my cock was buried in?” Her mouth drops open and she shoves me hard in the chest. The heat from her palms seeps into my soul.
“You’re sick! Completely and totally deranged, you know that?” I chuckle at her insult, but when she bends to grab her backpack and tries to move around me for the second time, I throw an arm out and pull her roughly back in front of me. “You even smell likeher!” Her words are laced with disgust, except her body pushes into me like it’s been waiting for me after all this time.
My lips stretch across her skin. “After I’m done with you, you’ll be the last woman I’ll ever smell like.” She stills in my arms. “You may have everyone else fooled with your perfect scores and perfect smile, but I know deep down you want someone to show you what it feels like to be handled.” Running my nose up her throat, I watch as she swallows, wanting so badly to feel her pulse throb under my tongue. “What it feels like to be dominated.” Her lips part and her eyes close. Closing my palmaround her neck and squeezing, I watch as the spur tattoo flexes on the back of my hand. I never intended for it to turn into a necklace when I got it, but damn does it look good against her flesh. Her smooth, velvet skin melts into my rough hands, and I can’t think of a prettier sight.
I mutter against her neck, “To be used in such a delicious way it makes you feel powerful.” Her legs cross between us and I run a hand down her waist to her hips. “Tell me I’m wrong. Tell me you don’t crave the idea that you, and you alone, hold the power to bring a man to his knees.”
“Fuck you.” She pushes against me again, lacking the enthusiasm she held before. In an instant, I spin her and bend her over the saddle rack. Her arms fly out in an attempt to catch herself, but I grip both of her hips in my hands and pull her flush against me. Her breath catches when she feels my body’s reaction against her ass. I give her a hard smack, my palm landing hard against her denim clad ass, the sound vibrating off the walls. She lets out a soft moan before trying to wiggle from my grip.
“Your words say one thing, darlin’, but the sounds you make say something else.” I smack her again, and this time, she sags against the wood bars. “That’s it,” I whisper into her hair as I lean over her, taking the chance to finally get a lungful of how she smells.Fuck, she smells like rain.Petrichor,my mama used to say on an exhale whenever that first drop of rain would soak into the dry ground. Visions of me and Owen riding through a rainstorm on our horses, racing to get back to the barn before the skies open up pass before me. Green Haven Ranch flashes in my mind.Home.When she leans back into me, I can’t help but groan pushing myself against her, seeking relief from the feelings washing over me.
“Tell me, rodeo queen.” Her pulse hammers beneath my hold.
“Shut the fuck up, Wilder.” Her body tenses under my hands, but her hips shift back into me. This side of her ignites me, letting the wild and ugly side peek through speaks to the part of me that wants nothing more than to mark her, possess her,ownher. Watching her laugh and chat it up with Kasey about killed me. I had to walk away before I stormed across the arena and broke the guy's hand for touching her knee. Again, I wrap my spur around her neck and squeeze. The toes of her boots scramble against the floor, fighting for purchase.
Her attitude only makes me want her more. I continue mumbling into the soft skin behind her ear, “Do you want to be dominated…” I feel the pulse underneath my palm speed up, “or worshiped?” When she swallows hard, I nip at her. Sliding my hand to the back of her neck, I push her over the saddle and run my other hand down her spine, watching as her thighs press together between us. Taking a step back, I trail my palm over the swell of her ass and between her legs. She’s so hot I can feel her sex pulse under my fingers. Gripping her hair, I wind it around my fist and pull her up, her back against my chest. Kicking her legs apart she sags against me, her wild hair twisted up in my tattooed hands.Fuck, she looks so pretty like this.“Tell me to stop, and I’ll stop.”
The air hangs heavy as I wait for her to respond. Deep down, if she said stop, I know I’d need to, but it would take everything in me to walk away from her now. I’ve never claimed to be an honest man. Seconds slip by as my fingers continue rubbing the seam of her jeans. Instead of words, she answers by shifting her weight lower against my hand, moving against me, chasing that high. Pulling her hair tighter, I tip her head to the side and suck her neck, fully intending to leave a mark behind. A sick part of me wants her to see this every time she looks in the mirror and remembers me. A deranged part of me wants to leave it there foreveryone to see, knowing that someone claimed her. And even worse,Iwant to see it and know that she’smine.
Her heavy sighs fill the room. She’s close, but I’m nowhere near done with her yet. “Turn around.” Releasing her, I push her gently away from me against the saddle rack. On wobbly legs, she obeys, her hair a wild mess around her. I lick my lips at the sight of her pebbled nipples showing beneath her loose top. “Lay back.” Slowly, she leans her lower back against the rack and arches her back over the top. Taking slow steps towards her, I run my hands over her toned thighs. Visions of them naked wrapped around my waist or thrown over my shoulders leaves my head spinning. I roughly grab her knees and throw her backwards, her scream of surprise making my face twist with a savage need to own her. “Let go.” Her eyes meet mine, and for a split second, her brown eyes stare into mine, trusting and vulnerable. As much as I want to tear her apart, own her, break her, there is a sense of protection that I haven’t felt with anyone before. When I give her a small nod, she bends back over the wood arms. I give her knees a squeeze, silently asking her to hold on to me. Her ankles cross behind me, pulling me into her. Letting my palms skate over her jeans, up over the exposed skin on her stomach is a sweet kind of torture. I’ve never felt skin as soft as hers.
Reaching up to the neckline of her shirt, I grip it tightly in my hands and rip it clean down the middle, her bare breasts bouncing with the force. Gasping, she lurches upward to cover herself, but I bend over her, pushing her violently backwards. Her small fists pound against my chest, but she doesn’t say stop, doesn’t tell me to get off her. I simply trap them in one hand and reach back between her legs with the other. As soon as my fingers resume their leisurely stroking, she moans and drops her head back again. Her hips move against me, begging for more.
“These tits will be the death of me, darlin’.” I catch one of her pink nipples in my mouth and suck wildly, upping the pace against her clit. Anyone walking by could hear us, but the thought makes me even more hungry to taste her. I want nothing more than to spin her around, pull her jeans down, and have my way with her right here and now. But the chase enthralls me, and this isn’t the last time I plan to have HannahfuckingHarlow panting beneath me.
It doesn’t take much more before her body tenses and her breath catches. I watch as her face turns a gorgeous shade of red. She holds her breath as her climax washes over her, trembling and shaking around me. Her nipples constrict against my tongue and I lick between her breasts, against the column of her neck, and up and over her chin, until my lips rest just a kiss away from hers.
“Fucking breathtaking,” I whisper before reaching behind her and pulling her up. My hands hold her hips as she sways, finally standing on both feet again. Usually after a hookup, there is a sense of awkwardness. Unease and discomfort as to what to do or say. But with her, that doesn’t exist. On one hand, I want to drag her back to my trailer. Keep her with me and never let her out of my sight. I’ve been waiting for her to pop back up in my life for years, and now that she’s here, the thought of her walking out again has a pain spreading from my heart to the tips of my fingers. On the other hand, I want to turn and leave, knowing that I’m not the kind of man who could ever deserve a girl like her. I’d only end up hurting her, like everyone else in my life. That guilt and pain dumps over me like ice water. Her brown eyes linger on my lips for a moment before she ducks down, grabbing her bag and clutching it to her chest when she stands.
My heart races at the thought of her leaving me. My nerves are a live wire of electricity, and it’s eating me alive. Before she can duck out the door, I wrap an arm around her waist and pullher into my side. I take a moment to revel in the way her skin feels under my fingertips before I dip my chin towards her and lay a soft kiss on her forehead. Just like I did the night I left her in the ambulance and watched it take my girl away. And just like that night, the moment I lay my lips on her skin, I feel the pull between us. The pull that has been my constant reminder endlessly nagging at me to find her again and make hermine.
hannah
“Hannah?”
I look up and over Queen’s back. Savannah, another rider who is competing tonight, stares down at me from the back of her dapple gray horse.
“Yeah, sorry. What was that?” I give her a weak smile. My mind is still reeling from a couple nights ago. The way Dean’s hands felt between my legs, his mouth on my breasts. I stomped out the moment I could get my thoughts together enough to pull away from him. Running like a madwoman with my tits rubbing against my backpack all the way back to my trailer. The second I got inside, I slammed my door and flopped onto my bed.What the fuck was that!I screamed into my pillow, making Queen pound against the trailer floor on the other side of the wall. When I finally looked in the mirror, I almost didn’t recognize myself. It wasn’t the wild state of my hair, or the bite mark on my shoulder. Not even the hickeys across my neck and chest. It was the fire in my eyes, a little bit of spark that I thought I had lost years ago. The way he commanded me so easily, how I obeyed without hesitation. Ineverlisten when someone speaks to methat way, but with Dean? A shiver runs through my body just reliving it.
“Ok, girl. Spill.” I hadn’t noticed that Savannah had jumped off her horse and walked over to me.
“What?” I’m still flustered over the fact that the man who has been memorialized in my dreams for the past couple years is in factDean Wilder. He doesn’t come across as the kind of man who would run blindly to the aid of a girl he has never met before. Yet, there he was, sprinting for me and carrying me out like a dark knight coming to my rescue. That contrast alone has me spiraling.
Rolling her eyes, Savannah gently pulls my hands from where they have paused getting Queen ready. “Hannah, I’ve been talking to you for ten minutes. Your turn is coming up soon, and you’ve been over here staring into space. What is going on?”
I feel my cheeks heat, embarrassed I’ve been so distracted by this man. A man that I can never repeat the other night with again, despite it being easily the hottest thing that I’ve ever experienced. I’ll never be able to look at a tack room the same way again. “Just some guy. He’s got me all…in my head,” I reply, turning back towards Queen.
“Mmm-hmm. Just some guy…and his dick?”
“Savannah!” I turn, slapping a hand over her mouth. The girls on the circuit are close. Even though we want to win, want to be the best, want to be the one standing on stage collecting the check at the end of the night, we still cheer for each other. We still want everyone else to succeed, too. Just because I don't allow myself to have any friends, I still feel comfortable and safe with these women.
Prying my fingers from her mouth, she smiles back at me. Wiggling one perfectly manicured finger in front of my face, she gives me a wink. “Time to put that dick away and getfocused, you’re up next.” Sliding back in her saddle, I mentally kick myself for wasting so much time daydreaming. I won’t even admit to her that it wasn’t even Dean Wilder’s dick that has me all turned around. Just his hands, his mouth, his eyes,fuck!As I hoist myself up and settle into the saddle, the hair on my neck stands up. I feel eyes on my back, and turn around just in time to see Dean pull himself up on the fence across the arena. My jaw drops open and I narrow my eyes at him, silently cursing him in my head.
He nods his head, his lips tipping up ever so slightly, like he knows just what his presence alone does to me. He’s gorgeous, in a rough and mysterious kind of way. But the way those storm cloud eyes bore into me has my ass shifting against the worn leather, unintentionally chasing the fire that his fingers brought to life within me. I don’t miss the dip in his gaze as he watches my movement. Queen rocks forward and back, thankfully pulling me from my standoff with the devil of a cowboy in all black. Fuck me, is he going to be at all my stops this summer? I make a note to never be around him, never be alone with him, hell, never look his way again. Just forget it ever happened.Yeah right,my brain whispers back at me. I push Queen to walk to the entrance, doing my best to pull all my focus away from Dean and into the next few seconds the moment our names are called over the speakers.
“Hey!Congrats on the win tonight, Hannah.” Kasey strolls up to where I’m standing in the equipment closet in my trailer. I lean against the door frame and look down at him. He grins up at me with that smile that would stop anyone else’s heart. A kindman was always what I envisioned would be my type, but it’s not doing it for me lately. Someone dark and moody seems to have thrown off my usual taste in men.
