9781631051289TemptedbytheCowboySullivan

by Sandy Sullivan

  “Yes. More.”

  Juices flowed from her, coating his tongue and chin. Such sweetness from a beautiful woman.

  He continued to lick, suck and nibble at her flesh until everything turned a bright red. She exploded in a bone shaking, body trembling orgasm.

  “Fuck,” she gasped that desperate, breathless sound only a satisfied woman can make.

  “Now I’m going to pound into you so hard and so fast, you’ll make those little mewing sounds I love so much.”

  “I don’t mew.”

  “Wanna bet? You made them when I fucked you last time, but this time, it’s going to happen with each thrust.” He picked up her boneless body, wrapping her legs around his hips as he slid inside her hot, waiting warmth. With her clasping his cock so tight, he thought she might break it in half, he pushed her against the wall, pulled her legs up over his forearms and slammed into her.

  “Ah, God.”

  “Oh yeah.” The little mewling sounds escaped her mouth with each thrust, earning a smile from him. He knew she would. She was as responsive as a woman could get and he loved hearing the sounds coming from her mouth. “That’s it, kitten. Come for me.”

  “I can’t.” A gasp escaped her lips.

  “Yes you can, baby. Yes you can.”

  “Please.”

  “Please what, darlin’?”

  “Harder. God, please harder.”

  He spread his legs to give himself a little more leverage. The change in angle had his balls drawing up against his groin in preparation for his own release. If he didn’t clamp down on his orgasm, he’d come before her. That wasn’t an option in his world.

  The slap, slap, slap of wet flesh echoed in the room. The smell of sex drove his desire higher.

  Her pussy clamped down on his cock as the flesh quivered. She was going to come if he had anything to say about it. If only he could reach her clit. “Reach down and finger yourself.”

  “What?” Her panting gasps resonated in his ear.

  “Finger your clit. Make yourself come.”

  Her small hand snaked down between them until he could feel her fingers on her clit. Her breathing sped up. Her pussy creamed as she quickly moved her fingers around her clit.

  “I’m gonna come.”

  “Yes.”

  She screamed his name just as he lost his own battle with holding his orgasm down. He couldn’t stop the flow of cum from the end of his dick any more than he could stop the world of spinning. Liquid seeped down between them, coating his thighs.

  “Ah fuck!”

  * * * *

  “What?”

  “I forgot the condom.” He slowly slid out of her, releasing her legs so she could stand on her own. “God, I’m such a fucking idiot!”

  “Easy, slick. It’ll be fine.”

  “No it won’t. I never forget a condom unless I’ve been with a woman a while.”

  “I’m on birth control. It’s fine.”

  He shoved his hand through his hair in a motion she’d come to realize meant he was agitated. “What about other things? I mean I’m clean.”

  “Me too.” She leaned against the wall for support as her legs still shook from the force of her orgasm. Having so many so close together almost hurt, in a good way. “Not like I fuck around a lot, Jason.”

  “I didn’t think you did, although I really don’t know you very well.”

  “Yet you were willing to fuck my brains out?”

  “It’s not like that, Peyton. You and me are like two peas in a pod.”

  “How so?” she asked, moving on shaky legs toward the pile of clothes on the floor. The need to be covered overwhelmed her. Somehow, this wasn’t the way she thought their conversation afterward should go. Not like she expected professions of love or anything, but she sure didn’t think he would go all prude on her.

  “We both want the same things. Sex without strings, right?”

  “Yep.” She slipped her underwear over her feet, and then stood to pull them up.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Getting dressed.”

  “Why? I thought you were staying the night?”

  “I don’t think that is such a good idea.”

  “I don’t understand.”

  “This is just a fling, Jason, nothing more. I mean, not that I wouldn’t mind having sex with you now and again. What happened here tonight proved we’re pretty good together. I just don’t want anyone to get any ideas we are a couple. If your family sees you taking me home in the morning, they might think there is more to this than there is.”

  “True.”

  “Good. Then why don’t you put some clothes on so you can run me home.” He frowned as he watched her pull her chemise on. “Problem?”

  “No. I just like watching you.”

  “Get dressed?”

  “Yeah. It’s sexy.”

  She rolled her eyes as she smiled. Why did she think this guy was the most adorable cowboy she’d ever seen and there had been a few of them in the couple of years she’s lived in Bandera. “Put some clothes on, cowboy, so we can go.”

  “Fine, but don’t blame me if we stop somewhere along a back road and fuck again before we get to your place.”

  “I’m not havin’ sex with you in your truck.”

  “Wanna bet?”

  They were both laughing by the time they made it out the door. She really didn’t think he’d fuck her on the way home, but sure enough, they stopped at a small gate outside his parents place. “What are you doing?”

  “We’re gonna fuck again before I get you home.”

  “Really, Jason. This behavior is so becoming of you. I love it!”

  “Good.” He pulled through the gate until he found a flat spot near a tree. “I have a couple of sleeping bags behind the seat. Let’s fuck under the stars.”

  The minute he jumped out of the truck, she had to giggle. In all the time she’d been sexually active, she’d never had sex in the back of a pickup under the stars. This would be a first, although she kind of hoped there would be more firsts with him. He kind of turned her upside down and inside out with his kissable lips, luscious body and killer personality. She just hoped she wasn’t getting in over her head with him. The last thing she needed to do was fall head over heels in love with a playboy like Jason Young.

  Chapter Six

  Morning raised its ugly head as Peyton rolled over in her bed. The night before had been what sexy dreams were made of and she didn’t want to wake up from that particular dream quite yet. Sunlight poured through the lacy curtains on her window, willing her to open her eyes and face the day, a day without Jason Young next to her. She had the memories though. Those would have to do until the next time she could get him to make love to her like he had last night.

  “You are so screwed, Peyton Matthews.” She sat up as she pushed the hair out of her face. “The last thing you should be worrying about is getting that man back in your bed. You need to focus on school and work.”

  She had to work tonight at The Dusty Boot so she rolled back over on her bed and closed her eyes. She’d need the extra sleep if she was going to make it through her two a.m. shift without being tired to the bone.

  Her cell jingled on the side of her bed, indicating a text message had come through. Who could that be? The person obviously doesn’t know I don’t answer before noon. She struggled to sit up, realizing again she was completely naked beneath the sheet. When Jason had finally got her home, she’d quickly stripped off her clothes and went to bed since it was three in the morning by then.

  After she tucked the sheet around her breasts, she grabbed her phone to check the message.

  Hey beautiful. Are you up?

  “He seriously thinks he’s talking to me at this time of morning?” she grumbled, as she stared at the screen. “He’s too damned chipper for nine a.m.” She huffed as she tried to decide whether to put the phone back on the nightstand or whether to actually answer his text. After a moment, she decided on the la
ter.

  I’m up barely. You’re too damned high-spirited for this early. What the hell?

  I’m always up early. I’m a cowboy, remember?

  Yeah and I’m a bartender who has to work until two in the morning tonight. I planned on sleeping in today.

  Sorry, babe. I wanted to say good morning.

  Is that it?

  Isn’t that enough?

  I suppose. Can I go back to sleep now?

  LOL Sorry to wake you. Have a great day!

  You too.

  She laid the phone back on the nightstand before lying back on her soft, comfortable bed, and closing her eyes. Sleep wouldn’t come. Flashes of memory bombarded her brain as she relived every touch and every caress from the night before. Her body caught fire. She needed to come…badly, but she couldn’t. She hadn’t been able to masturbate herself to completion in some time. Not since Charles broke down her self-esteem and made her feel like she wasn’t the least bit sexy. Some of the piercings had come from his emotional abuse. She didn’t cut, but she felt the need to pierce herself to take care of the heartbreak from him.

  “God, I thought I was over this.”

  Tears burned the back of her eyes as she fought not to cry. Jason thought she was sexy, damn it, so why didn’t she believe him. Maybe she needed to talk to him, but how? He didn’t want to take this past a physical relationship. Neither did she, right? A man in her life would complicate things. School, life, work. She didn’t have time for a man on a regular basis.

  “Well sleep is out of the question. Maybe I should take a nice, hot shower and do some house cleaning. That always gets my mind on other things.”

  School would be starting soon and she needed to focus on that, but for now, she needed to get out of this funky frame of mind so she could start living again. The counselor she saw regularly helped her tremendously and that’s why she decided to go into this particular line of work herself. Hopefully someday she would be able to help someone just like her.

  She flipped the sheet off before she walked to her dresser to retrieve some clothes. A shower would be a good place to start her day. Maybe taking a nap later so she wouldn’t be so damned tired tonight during her shift wouldn’t be such a bad idea. “We’ll see how things go.”

  For the next several hours, she cleaned to the tune of country music blaring in her earbuds. She liked different sounds so her music consisted of a wide variety, but today she wanted country and old rock.

  Noon rolled around and her stomach reminded her she hadn’t eaten.

  The doorbell rang, earning a frown from her as she passed the hallway mirror, headed for the door. Who could that be?

  She opened the door to find a young man smiling sheepishly on her doorstep holding a beautiful bouquet of mixed flowers. “Miss Matthews? Peyton Matthews?”

  “Yes.”

  “These are for you. Sign here, please.” He handed her a clipboard for her signature.

  “Where did these come from?” she asked as she held it back out for him to take.

  After he handed her the vase, he said, “There’s a card attached.”

  The flowers were gorgeous. A huge mixed bouquet with daisies, roses, lilies and flowers she didn’t even recognize, spread out in a great arrangement big enough to fill her doorway. “Wow. These are gorgeous. I wonder who they are from.” Her hands shook, rattling the flowers in the vase as she moved to set them on the table. She hoped Charles hadn’t found her. After she’d run from him a few years ago, she’d done her best to cover her tracks, but there was only so much one woman could do to protect herself.

  Peyton now carried a concealed weapon just for that purpose.

  Wetness coated her palms as she rubbed them down the thighs of the sweatpants she’d thrown on when she went to clean. Perspiration popped out on her forehead. She didn’t want to open the card.

  She inhaled sharply. This is ridiculous. There’s no reason to be scared. You’ve done your best to hide yourself. He would have a hard time finding you in Bandera, Texas.

  Capturing her bottom lip between her teeth, she bit down sharply to bring herself back into focus. The pain helped. She snatched the card from its plastic holder, folded the edge back and yanked it out.

  The words blurred a little as she read the sweet card from the man she didn’t want to have feelings about, but realized he was getting under her skin a little too quickly.

  Thanks for last night. You’re a sexy, gorgeous woman and I can’t wait to love on you again.

  Love Jason

  “How sweet.” The swooping in her belly calmed as she read the note again. Jason. She tapped the card against her lips. First the phone call. Then the flowers. What more should she expect from the man?

  A smile played on her lips for the rest of the day as she finished cleaning her house, washing her laundry and getting ready for work. She needed to get some food. Her shift started soon. She had to be on top of her game tonight. Saturday’s were pretty rowdy at the bar most weekends. Lots of cowboys and cowgirls got a little out of control. Even though it wasn’t part of her job to bounce, being a woman, she still needed to know when to call in the troops should someone get too boisterous.

  She put on her leather halter top and jeans before she slipped on her cowboy boots. Playing the part of cowgirl wasn’t an easy thing for her, but it went with the persona the bar had so she’d do what she needed to. Her breasts were displayed enticingly above the cleavage of her top. The jeans showed off the soft curve of her hips and with the legs tucked into her pink and brown cowboy boots, she figured she played the part well enough.

  The clock on the wall chimed eight-thirty, rousing her enough to realize she needed to get moving. The bar waited.

  Music blared loudly as she waltzed through the door several minutes later, to find the place in full swing. Cowboy hats and rhinestone jeans took up most of the scenery. Neon lights in every kind of beer graced the wood walls. A band played in one back corner as the dancers two-stepped around the floor. Several people congregated in small groups laughing and having a good time. The place was packed even for a Saturday night.

  “There you are. Good thing you’re here. It’s getting crazy,” Dan said, wiping the bar on his end, keeping a close eye on the patrons of his establishment. He owned the bar along with his wife. The big, burly guy was like a father to her and too many of the other women who frequented the place. He seemed to take his job seriously. He didn’t like it when some drunk cowboy started coming onto a woman who didn’t want the attention.

  “I’m on it, Dan.” She swung around the bar’s long expanse and immediately started working her way down the patrons sitting on her end to see what they needed. Faces blurred as she worked even though her thoughts were never far from the dark-haired cowboy she’d left standing on her porch early this morning.

  Time sped by without her even being aware of how fast the clock was ticking until she wiped the sweat from the back of her neck.

  “Hey babe.”

  She glanced up into the green eyes of a man she didn’t know. “What can I get you?”

  “You.”

  “Not for sale.” She braced her hands on the bar. “What’cha drinkin’?”

  “Whiskey straight up.”

  “Do you want one or two shots?”

  “A shot at you.”

  “Lay off, buddy or I’ll cut you off and have you bounced right out of here.”

  The man rapped his knuckles on the bar. “Fine, give me a shot then.”

  She poured his drink as she noticed an empty table across the bar the waitress hadn’t cleared yet. Figuring she’d clear the glasses so they had more clean ones behind the bar, she wiped her hands and went around the bar’s end to head for the table.

  The minute she walked near the whiskey guy, he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her into his lap. “I told ya I wanted a shot.”

  “Let go.”

  “The lady said let go, mister.”

  She glanced up into the clear b
lue gaze of Jason. “I can handle him.”

  Jason ignored her. “I suggest you let go.”

  “Or you’ll what, cowboy? Me and the lady were gettin’ acquainted.”

  “Jason, I said I can handle this.”

  “You know him, little lady?”

  “Yes, but that’s not important. If you don’t let me go in five seconds, you’re going to lose a couple of teeth.”

  “I like my women feisty.”

  The man spun her around in his arms and tried to kiss her. She jammed her hand under his chin, gnashing his teeth together in a grind just as Jason landed a punch to the side. The man let her go as he grabbed his mouth and side simultaneously.

  “Fuck!”

  She backed up as the man rushed Jason, taking them both to the floor. Fortunately for Jason, the man apparently was already half drunk so he stumbled as they went down with Jason ending up on top. Jason swung, punching the man in the jaw. The man threw a punch, hitting Jason in the eye.

  “Stop it!” She pulled on Jason’s arm, trying to stop the brawl. “Stop.” When they two men continued to throw punches at each other, she hollered for Dan and the bouncer.

  The two men pulled Jason and the man apart, allowing them to rise from the floor. “Out. Both of you,” Dan told them. “I don’t want this kind of shit in my bar.”

  “But I was helping Peyton,” Jason said, wiping the blood from his mouth.

  “I can take care of myself, you dumbass.”

  “You didn’t seem to be able to handle him very well, darlin’.”

  “Don’t darlin’ me. I had it under control whether you want to believe it or not.”

  “You needed me. Admit it.”

  “I didn’t need you. I don’t need you. Leave me the fuck alone!”