“Shower.” He picked the dried dirt from his hair as he walked back down the hallway to the second bathroom. When he’d finished it, he never really thought he’d be the one using it. Not this soon anyway. The inside of the house had only been done for a few months and he still had a ton to do. Kitchen, two other bedrooms, his game room, and another barn needed to be built to house his animals. Like his father before him, he planned on running cattle on his piece of property as well as breeding bucking bulls. He wasn’t so much into the rodeo thing as a rider, but he sure wanted to cash in on the lucrative business of bucking bulls for the Professional Bull Riders Association.
He snapped his fingers. Damn, the shampoo is all in the master bathroom. He switched directions again to get some stuff to shower with, hoping the shower stall door would be totally steamed up so he wouldn’t have to see the gorgeous woman gracing his shower.
No such luck.
The minute he opened the bathroom door, he was struck by the silhouette of her. Each curve made his mouth water. His fingers itched to touch. He wanted to skim his palm along the slope of her breast.
She tipped her head back to rinse her hair as a delicious sigh escaped her lips, at the same time as his.
He shook his head to clear the erotic vision although it didn’t help since his gaze kept going back to her. God, I want— He wasn’t sure if he could put a name to his want at the moment.
With a deep breath, he moved his feet reluctantly to the cabinet under the sink so he could retrieve shampoo. He quickly escaped back out the door without wanting to return to fuck her against the wall with his aching cock.
The hotter the water, the better. The water sprayed out the head of the smaller shower. Lucky for him, one of his brothers had used the bathroom just a few days before when he’d had an accident out on the range and ended up in the middle of a wrestling match with a cow in the mud. There were still clean towels on the hook.
The water eased the ache between his shoulders as he sank back to let the liquid cascade over his back. Once he’d wet his hair, he quickly scrubbed the mud from the thick strands. After he’d shampooed his hair clean, he went to work on the dirt clinging to his arms and legs, but his sensitive cock wouldn’t let the image of Peyton out of his brain. He would have to take care of the problem, otherwise there would be no denying what he wanted in the end.
He soaped up his hand before skimming the slick palm over his cock as he closed his eyes, losing himself in the dream of having her all to himself.
Those chocolate brown eyes of hers sparkled in the light as she swallowed his cock. The rough slide of her tongue along the shaft about drove him up on his toes. Lord, she knew how to give head.
“Close your eyes. Let me suck you off.”
His affirmation came out in a high-pitched yes as she took him all the way to the back of her throat.
Oh shit. She has a tongue ring. The scrape of the metal ball on his cock drove him to the brink of exploding. When she cupped his balls in her hand and circled the head with her tongue, rasping the ball around and around, he lost it. Cum squirted out the end of his dick to coat her tongue as she swallowed every drop with reverence.
Jason slumped against the wall of the shower as he tried to catch his breath. He didn’t think he’d ever come so hard in his life. God help me when we finally have sex.
When he finally was able to stand on legs that felt like noodles, he finished washing his body, then shut the shower off.
She would have to be done by now. He started to get hard again just thinking about her running around his home in nothing but a towel. A wicked little chuckle escaped his lips as he wrapped the towel around his waist before he opened the door.
The first thing he saw when he got to the living room took his breath away. She stood in nothing but one of his shirts. It had to be the sexiest thing he’d ever seen in his life. She had the sleeves rolled up to her elbows and the shirttails hung to mid-thigh. He almost swallowed his tongue.
“I hope you don’t mind. I didn’t have anything to put on, so I grabbed a shirt from your closest.”
After he cleared his throat, he said, “Not at all. I’m glad you found something to wear.”
She glanced down as she picked at the hem of the shirt. “It was the first thing I found.”
“You couldn’t be more sexier right now if you tried, darlin’.”
He could tell by the reaction on her face he must have worn a little smirk on his lips. Her perfectly shaped eyebrow shot up over her left eye as her lips twitched when she tried not to smile.
“How long before the clothes are done?”
“Probably another fifteen minutes in the washer and at least thirty minutes in the dryer.”
“Hmm.” She crossed her arms over her chest, hiking the hem of the shirt up even further. “So what are we going to do while we wait for the clothes?”
“Since we aren’t going to have down and dirty sex, how about I show you the rest of the house? But, let me throw some jeans on first.”
“Of course.”
He disappeared into his room to throw something on to cover his erection even though she would notice right away as it strained against the front of his pants. A groan escaped his lips as he shoved his cock into his jeans before he zipped them up. The scream he trapped in his throat almost escaped as he caught a few hairs in the zipper, ripping them out by the roots. Holy fuck!
“Everything okay?”
“Yes.” The word came out in a squeak.
“Are you sure? You don’t sound very good.”
“I’m fine. I’ll be out in a second.” Sweet mother of God. He bit his lip as he shoved the zipper back down. Sweat poured from his temples as he stifled the scream in his throat. That’s what I get for trying to go commando. “Well sex might not happen tonight.” He pushed the jeans off his thighs and feet, grabbed a pair of boxers to slip on before he pulled his jeans back up over his hips. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his forearm as he blew out a long breath. Good Lord that hurt.
When he opened the door to the bedroom, she stood leaning against the opposite wall. “Are you sure you’re okay? I thought I heard you scream.”
“Nope. I’m fine.” He walked out, shutting the door behind him.
“You’re walking funny.”
“Okay. All right. I caught my pubic hairs in my zipper.”
He figured she’d laugh, but the gut rolling belly laughter escaping her mouth as she doubled over at the waist, made him frown. It wasn’t that damned funny, was it?
“You…you got…caught in your zipper?”
“Yes.”
“Oh God.” She exploded in another round of laughter.
“It isn’t funny.”
“I’m-I’m sorry.” She giggled. “Really, I’m sorry. I’ve caught pubic hair in zippers before, but—She exploded in laughter again as she reached out her hand. “Want me to kiss it and make it better?”
“Don’t—don’t touch it.”
“I don’t mean to laugh, but shit, that’s funny.”
“Are you done?” he asked, crossing his arms over his chest.
She pressed her lips together as her eyes danced with mirth. “Yes.”
“Do you want to see the house or not?”
“Yes, I do.
He took her hand and led her back toward the front of the house. “The kitchen will be over there. I’ve got a few cabinets in, but the rest will be installed in the next coming weeks.”
“I like them. Very nice.” She stepped closer to the cabinets and ran her hands over the finish. “Did you buy them?”
“No. I made them myself.”
“Wow. These are beautiful, Jason.”
“Thanks.” He pointed to the empty area where the stove stood, the dishwasher would go, and explained how he planned to put in granite countertops on them as soon as he had everything installed.
“Sounds like a beautiful kitchen anyone would be proud to cook in. Do you do a lot of coo
king?”
“Actually, yeah. I do a lot of my own. We can eat with the family at the main house, but I spend as much time out here as I can. I like my space. After growing up with nine brothers, I like being alone. With three of them paired up now, there are even more at the table these days.”
“I can totally see you standing at the stove making grilled cheese sandwiches for your kids.”
“Kids?”
“You want kids someday, don’t you? You know.” She spun around. “Carry on the Young name.”
“Maybe, but I sure ain’t ready for kids right now. I still have some oats to sow.”
“Oh, I’m sure you do. I’ve seen the women you come in with or pick up at the bar. I’m not blind.”
“You’ve been watchin’?”
“I watch everything. I see a lot behind that bit of mahogany.”
“I bet you do.”
She scraped a fingernail down his chest, igniting his libido again even though his cock still ached from his brush with the zipper. “You really should be more careful about who you pick up at the bar.”
“Why?”
“You know Tammy Ritz?” she asked, circling his nipple with a fingernail.
“Yeah. I went out with her a few weeks ago.”
She shrugged before she walked toward the couch to take a seat. With her feet tucked under her, she said, “She’s only after your name.”
“How do you know this?”
“I heard her talking to her friends at one of the tables the other night. She thinks she’s got you on the tow line, honey, and she plans to rein you in.”
“Ain’t happenin’.” He took a seat on the opposite end of the couch, turning to face her.
“You’d better inform her of that little fact when you see her next.”
“Oh I plan to. Thanks for the information.”
“You’re welcome. We can’t have your magnificent body off the market so soon, now can we?”
“You’re trying my self-control, lady.”
“I hope so.”
“Why are you hellfire bent on having me fuck you tonight?”
She turned to face him on the couch as she inched up the hem of the shirt she wore. She had nothing on under it. “I’m horny as hell and I’m sitting with a gorgeous male specimen. Why wouldn’t I?”
His body went on high alert. She definitely kept putting that beautiful body out there, he might have to give in. He could only handle so much.
The washer beep as the load finished. Using it as an escape, he jumped to his feet to throw everything in the dryer. Maybe he could convince her to do something else like play pool. While he tossed the clothes in, he said, “How about a game of pool?”
“Sure.” The closeness of her voice made him jump. He hadn’t heard her come up behind him.
He swallowed hard as her warm breath caressed the back of his neck. She wasn’t a small woman by any means if her mouth reached his neck. At over six feet, he liked his women tall. He liked her, everything about her on a physical level anyway. He didn’t know much about her on a personal level, but he wasn’t too interested in taking things beyond a physical relationship, so what did it matter.
“Great. Let me get these going and we’ll go upstairs to what will be my game room. The walls aren’t in, but the pool table is available for use.” Oh shit. That didn’t come out right. “I mean for us to play on.” I should just keep my mouth shut before I make this worse.
“Anything you want, Jason, remember that.”
She turned and walked out of the laundry room, giving him a little breathing space. It didn’t help as the scent of her skin and his shampoo mixed in an intoxicating mingling of smells meant to drive him insane.
Good God, I need a cold shower now.
He stopped for a minute, bracing his hands on the tumbling dryer, but all it brought to mind was fucking her on the spinning washer.
“Jason? I thought we were going to play?”
“Fuck.” He blew out a long breath, hoping it would calm his raging hard-on. It did nothing. “I’ll be right there. You go on up.” Oh, he wanted to play all right. Play with her gorgeous pussy all night long. He’d gotten a glimpse of the pink flesh when she’d hiked up the shirt, tempting him to throw everything to the wind and fuck her until they both couldn’t breathe. Why did he torture himself this way? Why didn’t he just give her what she so obviously wanted? He wasn’t sure anymore. What difference would it make if he took care of her now or waited?
“Anticipation would make things so much sweeter.”
Oh yeah, but…
“Leave it be.”
Shit.
He turned to head up to the game room anticipating the torturous evening ahead of him until he could get her back into her clothes and on her way home. Why the hell he ever suggested washing her clothes for her, he wasn’t sure. All he managed to do was afflict himself with the worse night in the history of Jason Young’s life.
* * * *
Driving Jason insane with lust sounded like a great plan to Peyton. She’d wanted his body for some time and being this close was driving her insane. Her pussy throbbed with need, her clit swelling beyond the size comfortable to walk. She wanted him badly.
“Jason?”
“I’m coming.” He cussed a blue streak quietly even though she could still hear him. “I mean I’ll be right there.”
She smiled to herself. She had him right where she wanted him. In so much pain, he’d give into her sooner or later. A little more teasing wouldn’t hurt. She tapped her fingers against her lips. Maybe loosening a few buttons down the front of her shirt would push a few more of his buttons. A wicked giggle escaped from her mouth. Oh this is fun.
His steps on the stairs echoed in the empty room where she stood next to the nice sized pool table. Leave it to a man to not have the walls up, but the pool table in place.
“Ready?”
“Ready as I’ll ever be,” she replied, as she glanced down at the crotch of his jeans, noting the tented front. She had him right where she wanted him.
As he grabbed two pool cues from the corner, she unbuttoned two of the small pearl buttons on the front of the shirt she wore.
His eyes narrowed when he turned around and his gaze went to her chest. “Warm?”
“Yeah a little.” She didn’t think she’d fooled him one bit.
“I’ll let you break.”
Oh hell yeah. She took the cue as he moved to the table to rack. “I’m not very good at this.”
“At what?” he asked, shoving the balls into the plastic triangle on the table.
“Playing pool.”
“I’ll teach you.”
“Aren’t you sweet?” The sugar sweetness in her voice didn’t have him fooled as his eyes narrowed again while his hands grew still.
“Behave yourself, woman.”
“I am. I’m not doing anything.”
“I’ve got your number, darlin’. We already agreed not to have sex tonight.”
“We did?”
“Okay, I said we weren’t havin’ sex tonight. I meant it.”
“Of course, Jason.” She lowered her gaze before she glanced up at him through her lashes. With a little luck, the coy look would work.
“Stop it, Peyton.”
“Stop what?”
“The come-on. I don’t want to have sex with you.”
She glanced at the front of his jeans. “Are you sure?”
“All right. My cock wants to have sex with you, but my head says no. I’m listening to this,” he tapped at his forehead, “head and not the one between my legs.”
As she rolled her eyes, she said, “Fine. I’m doing everything in my power to seduce you, but apparently you aren’t interested or have this manly sense of right and wrong that seems to be getting in the way. So be it.”
“Do you know how to break?”
“Yes.” She leaned over the table, giving him ample view of her naked ass. Take that, stud.
He groane
d.
She smiled as she shoved the stick against the cue ball, shattering the perfect formation he placed at the other end of the table.
“Why do I get the feeling I’ve been shafted?”
“It was your idea to play.” She moved around the table, shooting at intervals as she quickly cleared the table of all the solid colored balls.
The dryer beeped and she heard a long sigh with a thank God behind it.
She almost laughed out loud when he ran for the stairs, taking them two at a time down in his rush to get her clothes. Within seconds, he stood in front of her again, holding them out like they were on fire. “Here.”
“Thanks.” She proceeded to unbutton the shirt ever so slowly, just on the off chance she could tease him a little more before they parted ways for the night. If she had to be ready to explode, she was going to make damned sure he suffered just as much. After all, the man hadn’t even kissed her.
“Peyton,” he growled.
“Yes?”
“Take the damned clothes.” He shoved the clothes at her before he spun on his heels, racing for the stairs again as she laughed behind him.
After several minutes, she shrugged and proceeded to get dressed. There would be another time to torture and fuck the gorgeous Jason Young before the summer concluded. Fuck him she would. Sooner or later, she’d have him in her bed spread eagle so she could ride his hips into tomorrow just to see if he was as good as the rumor mill proclaimed.
Chapter Three
Peyton no sooner got downstairs to find him completely dressed tapping his booted foot in a rapid tempo against the file floor near the front door. “Problem?”
“No. Let’s go.”
“Where are we going?” she asked, slipping on her muddy boots.
“To the bonfire.”
“Why?”
“Because I can’t be alone with you anymore tonight without giving into this thing between us.”
“Thing?”
“Aren’t you just full of questions?” He took her elbow, ushering her out to the truck with a firm hand.
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