Cowboy 12 Pack
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“Too long.” He laid her on the bed and automatically started the striptease he’d perfected over the years. He smoothly pulled off his boots and socks, sticking them in a corner. He took off his hat, pulled off his tank top with one hand, and set his hat back on his head.
She turned onto her side, braced her head up on her arm, and smiled. “Do you leave that on?” She pointed to his hat.
He grinned. “For a while, yet.”
“Mmm.” She practically purred. Like a kitten.
She’d be purring a hell of a lot louder when he got his face in her pussy. A flaming jolt of lust struck his belly, and his breath left him in a huff. Goddamn, he wanted into her curly patch of hair and soft, juicy lips. His erection jerked again as he unbuttoned his jeans. Slowly. Watching her greedy eyes follow his moves.
When the last button of his fly popped open, he turned his back to her, flexing his muscles just in case she wasn’t completely turned on yet. He slowly tugged his jeans down over his ass, leaving his black low-rise underwear in place.
“Chase, back up here, stud, so I can grab a piece of that.”
He looked at her over his shoulder. “You’re a naughty girl, aren’t you.”
“I can be a little naughty.” She whispered it as if she wasn’t absolutely convinced.
His whole body shuddered, wanting her with an intensity that consumed him. Shit, she was inexperienced, but she’d totally opened herself to him. How the hell did he get so lucky?
Kicking off his jeans, he turned to face her, his chest bulked up, his arms flexed, and his cock painfully pressing his underwear nearly to the breaking point.
Reno sucked in a breath and her eyes opened wide. She slithered off the bed, stood stock-still, and unzipped the back of her dress. She shimmied to ease it down her body.
A red push-up bra, see-through red underwear, those fuck-me heels. Fire swirled through his groin. Damn, he was going to come without even being touched.
She stepped over the red pool of her dress and sashayed toward him, licking her painted lips, the glint in her eyes dangerous.
Chase held out his hands, she put her palms against his, then—knelt. His body jerked as lust slammed through his muscles, and he nearly poked her in the eye with his shaft. “Reno.”
“You’re going to like this, Chase, I promise.” She ran her hands up his calves, around his knees to the front of his thighs, then slowly upward until she hit cloth. “I’m going to take these off now.” She snuck her fingers under the elastic. “Then I’m going to make you come, cowboy, like you’ve never come before.”
Her words, the sight of her in front of him, roared unbelievably sensual in his mind. He closed his eyes and tipped back his head, desperately trying to think of something else so he didn’t embarrass himself and pop at her first touch. Broken guitar strings. Taxes. His old pickup truck.
She pulled his underwear off his hard cock, down his thighs to the floor. “You’re gorgeous.” Her voice was quiet, almost reverent.
She took his hot length in both her hands.
“Aw baby.” He looked down at her sexy red lips, so close to his swollen head. His voice was somewhere between begging and ordering. “I can’t last much longer.”
Licking the tip of his shaft, she looked up at him with desire in her gaze. “Then, I’ll make it fast. This time.” She reached down and grabbed his balls, and at the same time, took half of him into her mouth.
The shock, the pleasure, rocked him and he touched her hair, fighting the urge to pump in and out of her. Her lips slid along his length, her mouth hot around his shaft, taking him deeper with each stroke. His knob bumped the back of her mouth. She adjusted her head and took him down her throat until he was all the way inside her, and her lips brushed his trimmed pubic hairs.
She sucked, and it was a whole new rodeo. Never had a blowjob been this intense. She worked him hard, her tongue pressing along the sensitive vein with each stroke, her cheeks sinking in with the pressure she kept on him.
He held back the orgasm for five long minutes until the tension at the base of his spine burst loose, racing through his entire body.
“Ahh, ahh, Reno, I’m gonna come.” He warned her so she could back away, but she used two knuckles to rub the sweet spot behind his balls. His skin prickled and his hips pumped in a wild rhythm. She increased the tension of her mouth and hand. He flew, racing over the cliff into a hot, dark universe as his eyes closed and his mind fired rockets that ricocheted through his body.
Grabbing her head, he shot his load into her, feeling like it would never stop. It took forever before he’d emptied himself and could open his eyes again. “Baby.” His mind whirled as he forced the world to right itself, forced breath into his lungs. His legs jittered, weak as a newborn colt.
Backing off slowly, she caressed his tingling cock, squeezed the last drops of cum up his shaft, and carefully licked him clean. Looking up at him, she smiled, her eyes playful. “Okay?”
He collapsed onto his knees and hauled her into his arms, burying his face in her hair, his lungs chugging. “That was incredible.” His body still shook, but something else was going on. A strange feeling crept up on him, slinking out of his heart, and choking him around the throat. What was it? It made him want to…cry?
“Goddamn.” He hadn’t meant to say it out loud.
She stiffened and pulled away. “Is something wrong?”
Her eyes were so fearful, it tore at his heart. “Uh uh. Everything’s perfect. Sorry I swore.” Using his thumb, he massaged away the worry line between her brows. “That was good enough to make me smack my granny!”
The worry line reappeared. “Why would you want to smack your grandmother?”
Chase laughed. He was used to dealing with good ol’ boys and Southern belles. His backcountry sayings must sound like a foreign language to a northerner.
She smiled. “I’m missing something here, aren’t I.” Her confused, big-eyed grin gave his heart a tug. “Let me in on the joke, cowboy.”
He bracketed her hips with his hands and pulled her across his now semi-erect cock. Lifting one of her legs to his hip, he pressed his shaft between her thighs, along the length of her thin panties, her pussy cream dampening his shaft through the fabric. “It’s an old Southern saying.” He mumbled the words, his mind on the scent of her musk as it rose to his nostrils. “Slap your grandma. You say it when something’s damn fantastic.” He couldn’t concentrate as he stared down at his cock between her legs.
She smiled. “So my little ol’ blowjob was that good?” She tried for a Southern accent, but it didn’t quite work. She set her finger on his lips. “Sorry, if you promise not to swear so much, I promise not to butcher the Southern patois.”
He nodded, but didn’t know what the hell a “pat-wah” was. “Deal.”
Her hands glided over his shoulders, exploring, then down his arms and up his back.
“Baby, if you keep doing that, we’re gonna have to have some more sex.” He needed to have his cock deep inside her slick pussy.
“Mmm. I want some more sex.” She looked up at his hat. “When will that come off?”
Pulling the hat from his head, he leaned back and set it carefully on a chair. Custom made. One of his favorites. “Better?” He returned his attention to her, leaned forward to kiss the tops of her breasts pushing their way out of her sexy bra.
She dug her fingers in his hair, combing it, and playing with it as if she’d never seen hair before.
He looked up. “What are you doing up there?”
“It’s so nice. Kind of red.” She reached down between their bodies. “Redder than down here.” She tugged a few pieces of his pubic hairs.
“Ouch!”
“Oh that didn’t hurt. And I wanted to make sure the carpet matched the drapes.”
Caught by surprise, he laughed again, and he kissed her hard, both of them chuckling like little kids. He sighed as he focused on her. On them. She’d finally loosened up, and he wanted to spend eve
ry minute of the short time she had left in LA pleasing her. He needed to connect them, somehow, make this stick.
He swooped in and kissed her neck. “You know, Reno…” He whispered hot in her ear. “You’re pretty good at the dirty talk.”
“Mmm. Tell me more.” She closed her eyes and tipped her head for him.
“Baby, you’re a walking wet dream. I want to do a whole lot of naughty things to you.”
Her voice purred low and sultry. “Like?”
“Like this.” He licked her neck, and ran his tongue up and around her ear. “And this.” He sucked her earlobe into his mouth and flicked his tongue quickly over it. Her taste was sweet with a touch of salty. Perfection.
“Uh huh. Just to my ear?”
He pulled back.
She bit her lip, her eyes sparkling with need.
His mouth watered, wanting to be tasting the mystery between her legs that begged for his touch. “Reno, I can do that to any part of your body you’d like. Just name it, and I’m there.”
She threw her head back on a moan. “So many places I want your tongue, I don’t know where to start.”
He laughed, grabbed her ass, and moved her hips in a circle, bumping and grinding against his cock. “But we can talk about that…later. I have something else that needs dealin’ with first.” His staff was near full hard again, and he couldn’t wait to be inside her… “Shit—sorry, shoot.” Protection.
She laughed. “What’s wrong?”
“Condoms?”
Grimacing, she shook her head. “I don’t have any.”
“Okay, I think I have a few in my kit.” He stood and helped her up, looking for his underwear.
“No, you’ve got your hat off.” She grinned. “I can just throw on my dress and run down the hall. Where are they?”
It was against his principles to let a woman do his running for him, but with his knees as weak as they were after her addictive blowjob, he’d let her go. “Under the bathroom sink, in my shaving kit. Bring the whole thing. There shouldn’t be much else in it.”
She tossed her dress up over her head and turned her back to him. “Zip me?”
He pressed his lips to her bare back, running kisses up her spine as he zipped her. He would kiss every vertebra, every inch of her, until she begged for release.
She shivered. “I’ll be back really fast.” Turning, she held out her hand. “Key.”
He dug it out of his jeans pocket and gave it to her.
Walking to the front door, she grabbed her own key card. “Help yourself to anything.” She stuck her head out the door looking left and right before she stepped into the hall and closed the door.
He headed into the living room and took a gulp of his beer, looked at her pile of mail, then froze. “Shit.” He’d gotten a packet from his PR guy this week, and one of the tabloids had a front-page photo of Reno and him. An intimate picture of him tucking her hair behind her ear. And her face, goddamn, she’d been looking at him like he was ice cream and she was a spoon. Did he leave that tabloid sitting out? Oh damn. He raced back into the bedroom and tugged on his jeans, but before he could get them buttoned, he heard her come in the door.
“Chase, I saw something disturbing in your suite.”
Chapter Five
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“I THINK WE have to talk.” Reno closed her suite door behind her and set the access cards down on the entry table. She held Chase’s shaving kit, complete with condoms.
Chase came out of the bedroom with his jeans on, looking panicked.
“Why are you getting dressed?” Crap, did that sound slutty or what? “Is anything wrong?”
He stopped and held out his hands, palms up. “What did you find?”
Strange. Wasn’t that a classic sign of guilt? She held out the kit. “There are four condoms in here—”
“No. You said you found something in my suite.”
A little uncomfortable with his paranoia, she smiled to reassure him. “Oh yeah, the toilet seat was up. You need to know that I prefer it in the down position.”
He blinked a couple times then pasted on a smile. “Okay, it’ll be down when we’re at your place. But up at mine. All right?”
She nodded and strolled toward him, carrying his kit. “That seems fair.” His behavior concerned her, but maybe this whole relationship discussion unsettled him. She had to reach his comfort zone again. “I want you back in my bedroom, Chase. And I’d like these…” She tugged at his jeans. “Off you and thrown into a corner.”
He grinned and lifted her hand to his lips, kissing her fingers. “Whatever you want, whenever you want it.” The words rumbled in his lowest baritone.
Sexy, complicated man. They walked into the bedroom, and she set the condom box on the bed. “Will you unzip me?”
He complied, nibbling on her shoulder. “I like the highlights in your hair.”
“You noticed?” Most guys didn’t see that kind of thing.
“The minute you stepped into the hallway earlier.” He eased her sleeves off her shoulders, down her arms, then over her hips and let it pool on the floor.
“How long were you standing there? In the hall?”
“I waited about two hours this afternoon then I got wise. I bribed one of the desk clerks to call me when you got in.”
Turning to face him, she smiled. “You didn’t have to go through all that. You could have just called me.” It warmed her heart, though, that he’d gone to so much trouble to connect with her.
He shook his head. “Uh uh. I had to see you.” He pulled her close. “I needed to know if what you felt for me was real. Or if I’d destroyed it in my trailer.”
There she was, on shaky ground again. Could this be real? All this talk of feelings and emotions. It seemed so sudden, but then, they’d gotten to know each other for months. He’d talked about his parents and his rough upbringing, his struggle to get a GED when he had to drop out of school to work.
The backbreaking job at the horse farm inspired him to write blues songs, which got him noticed in a talent contest, and in turn, got him an agent. A true rags-to-riches story, complete with tales of girlfriends who broke his heart, but minus the innumerable floozies he’d slept with after his stardom.
And he had been with a boatload of women. After reading his article in that entertainment magazine, she’d talked to her sister-in-law and gotten the entire story from a tabloid fanatic’s point of view. For some reason, it didn’t bother her then, and didn’t now. She recognized his need for companionship and his fear of commitment. Especially now that she knew him and had heard the sad history of his father’s disappointment with his own marriage.
She touched his cheek. “Chase. I’m not sure what’s happening between us, but I’m glad it is.”
“Really?” He looked relieved.
Did he realize how transparent his need for love was? She saw it right away, and he saw the same in her.
Writing was a solitary occupation. Even when she was growing up, she was alone a lot. Her brother, Cody, sister Laramie, and baby brother, Wyatt—and Chase had a good laugh at the names her parents chose for them—were her only companions.
Cody was older and kept busy learning to run the farm. They were isolated, the badlands on one side, state land on the other, and miles and miles of wheat growing in between. Their nearest neighbor was seven miles away, and her closest school friend, Mitzi, lived over twenty miles away.
Until she got her permit to drive at fourteen, she had a lot of time to sit and write. That was when the idea for Prairie Fire was born. The tale of a small town in South Dakota that was dying until oil was found, then it lost more than its poverty, it lost its soul.
Chase took her hand and kissed her palm. “Did I lose you there for a minute?”
“Yes.” Another of her bad habits—receding into her own thoughts, even when she wasn’t alone. “Sorry. What were you saying?”
His lips curved into a lopsided grin. “You’d said you were glad we were togeth
er, and I questioned if you really had thought this through.”
She’d been doing far too much thinking. She wanted action. “I apologized for running out of your trailer Friday night, and you apologized for unintentionally freaking me out, so are we okay with that? Do we need to talk anymore?”
“Reno.” He sounded exasperated. “You’re standing there in a red bra and panties, up on those ‘take me’ heels, and you’re asking if I want to talk?”
She grinned. “Stupid question, huh?”
He reached around and unfastened the hooks with lightning-fast fingers. “Yeah, stupid question.” Slowly, he slid the shoulder straps down and peeled it away. Her big Ds were blessedly firm, and her nipples puckered at his stare.
“What the…” He looked at the inside of the cups then at her breasts. “They look smaller in a bra.”
She took a breath, which lifted the girls up a bit higher. “I wear a minimizer. I prefer a smaller profile and fewer stares.”
His eyes fixed on her breasts. “You mean like I’m doin’ now? Nice. I…” He sniffled a fake cry. “You’ve made me so happy!”
She laughed at his silliness. “So easy to please, aren’t you.”
He wrapped his arms around her. “Hell yes. If we could lock ourselves in this room for a month, I’d be the happiest man alive.” Kissing her neck, he trailed his lips down her throat, down to her breasts, and wrapped his big hands around them. “They’re so firm. Yes, Jesus loves me!”
A laugh escaped her throat, but in a second, he latched onto her turgid nipple and sucked, sending heat zinging through her body, centering in her core, and making her pussy quiver with anticipation. She reached down and tugged at the waistband of his jeans.
He kicked them off without releasing his hold on her breasts. Backing up to the bed, he pulled her with him and sat, her breasts at his eye level. “Beautiful, Reno. You’re beautiful all over.” He licked a circle around her areola then took her into his mouth, holding the nipple in his teeth while teasing it with his tongue.
She grabbed his shoulders to keep upright as pulses of sensual delight traveled from her breast, through her belly, and down low to her core. “Oh yes, that feels wonderful.” Watching his lips on her, feeling his soft hair brushing her skin was nearly sinful, and totally heart wrenching. How could she be so attached to this man so quickly?