“Does the little spitfire filly understand if she gets in this bed, she won’t be able to walk when I’m done with her?”
Tracy feared she might faint on the spot. “She understands.”
Cash hooked his thumbs into the sides of her panties, pulled them down and off her. With her panties around his index finger, Cash twirled his hand spinning her panties off across the room. Tracy moaned and tried to shove him into the bed. It was like pushing against a mountain. He waited. She pulled his boxers down, and when his manhood was fully exposed, she shyly wrapped her hands around him. Cash groaned. He stepped out of the boxers and only then did he let her shove him into bed. This experienced man was as irresistible as he was seductive.
“Come a little closer.” Cash snared her wrist and yanked.
“You’re a lot of potent masculinity for a tenderfoot novice to handle, Cash Cooper,” Tracy admitted, landing in bed beside him.
Cash’s chuckle was deep and mesmerizing as he guided her to stretch out on top of him. Giving her goosebumps, one of his hands slipped under her hair at the nape of her neck and his other hand flattened to her back. He brought her lips to his for a kiss as his knees came up between hers,spreading her legs to the outsides of his. She opened her mouth to his tongue as he positioned his manhood to her most secret place. Cash slowly eased all the way into her.
“Saddle up, cowgirl,” he whispered.
Straddling Cash’s hips, Tracy sat up, placed her hands on his broad shoulders, and smiled down at him. “Let’s ride, cowboy.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
“There’s my apartment.” Tracy pointed it out after they’d turned left onto West Fillmore Street.
Cash grabbed her finger and lifted her hand to his lips. What her hands had done to him the previous night in bed would make him hard right now if he didn’t refocus. Tracy smiled at him, and he released her hand as he drove his truck along the outside of the apartment complex sequestered behind a tall, black wrought-iron fence. Yup. He’d been here once before, but nothing and no one he cared to remember.
“Do you want to stop by your apartment before we pick up Dude?” he asked her.
“No, let’s get him first,” she said. “Dog Party USA is just past Coronado High School and around the corner on Mesa Road.”
“Dog Party USA is the name of the boarding place?” Cash asked and chuckled.
“It is.” Tracy’s eyes sparkled as she placed her hand on his arm and laughed.
This woman’s slightest touch stirred his libido like a snake charmer rousing a cobra from a basket. Her turquoise gaze captured him. Her every smile made him want another. Her sexy giggle made him grin. He hoped if they stopped byher apartment, she wouldn’t stay. He’d replied to a text from Kirk Devereux that morning mostly for Tracy’s benefit. He owed her that. But he had to admit if the magazine owner allowed her to continue her story it would benefit him, too, because he liked having her on his ranch. When her story was done, what then? He guessed they’d cross that bridge when they came to it.
“There it is,” Cash said, seeing a sign that readDog Party USA.
“Yes! Yay!”
Cash turned into the parking lot of a large, stucco building. The front of it was welcoming with a tall portico and benches facing each other on opposite sides of double glass doors. At the back of the structure a fenced-in grassy field, with some smaller dogs in it now, was obviously where thedog partiestook place. He backed into a parking spot facing the building and turned off the engine. This was a first for him. Never had he taken any woman on errands, much less to a doggy daycare.
“Want me to go in with you or wait here?” he asked.
“Wait here, Cash. Dude will be excited. I’ll tell him about you before you two meet.”
Cash watched the cowboy boots walk the spectacular girl away from him and toward the kennel. Her cinnamon hair bounced across her slender back. He could feel the thick texture of those waves between his fingers. A skintight white tank top hinted of her beaded nipples, making his mouth water. Her rounded fanny swayed in snug blue jean short-shorts and his hands itched to caress her soft skin. She vanished into the building and only minutes ticked by, but it felt like hours. His entire body ached for Tracy. His craving to have her in his arms pulled him out of his truck. Walking around to the front, he leaned against it, crossing his feet at the ankles.
“Hi Cash,” came a female voice from somewhere behind him.
Cash glanced to his left. Hell. He folded his arms over his chest. “Hi Rusty.”
“What are you doing here?” the strawberry blonde asked, holding a pink leash with a tiny dog at the other end of it. The yapping and snarling started instantly. Prancing forward, the dog nipped near the heel of Cash’s boot. When Rusty pulled on the leash, the dog nipped at her too. “You don’t have a dog.”
“I brought a friend whose dog is here,” Cash replied.
“Oh,” Rusty said. Looking down at her dog, showing its little teeth between yaps and snarls, Rusty said, “Be quiet, Foo-Foo, you remember Cash.” Cash remembered this was just one of the reasons he’d been in and out fast at Rusty’s apartment. “A female friend?”
“Yeah.”
“So that’s the way it is then.”
It wasn’t a question and Cash didn’t respond. Straight ahead, Tracy emerged from the building. On a black leash, a black and tan German shepherd walked obediently at her side. Cash lowered his head and looked at Tracy over the top of his sunglasses. He smiled and she waved. As Tracy and Dude neared, he leaned away from the truck, which put his back to Rusty. Hoping she’d take that as a cue to leave, she didn’t and her dog continued to yap.
