With her eyes closed, she made a grumpy face and threw one leg over his hip, pulling his body closer, sliding his still-erect cock back into her. “I don’t ever want to be empty again.”
He smiled and kissed her forehead. Could this mean she was thinking about long-term as well? When should he ask her? How? He made his living with words, but this was different. These words weren’t meant for millions to hear, they were meant for only one perfect woman, and he had to get it right the first time.
He shook off the tension building in his shoulders. When the time was right, he’d know it, and the inspired sentences would flow from the poet side of his brain. For now, he was damn happy just having her in his bed.
*
AFTER LUNCH, AS they sat at a cute patio table beside the cowboy boot-shaped pool, Reno finally relaxed. Chase had sent Sue Lynn and Sam home and busied himself playing the attentive host. He refilled her glass with ice and sweet tea and offered her another of her favorite oatmeal raisin cookies, baked that morning by Sam.
She could see a nervousness in his eyes and hear it in his words. Something was going on with him, but she was too afterglow-happy to delve into it. When he was ready to talk, he’d unload. Making love to Chase had been wild and manic, and both of them had come too fast, but they would have lots of time to work on their stamina.
Taking her hand, Chase gave her a tour of his home. She could barely come up with words to describe the opulence. Rich wood floors covered by contemporary rugs that felt inches-thick under her feet. Lots of leather furniture in colors matching each room’s décor.
They didn’t go downstairs, but he explained how he’d built the basement as a recording studio, soundproofed and with a loading dock that she hadn’t noticed when they’d been outside. He’d added a half-dozen guest rooms for musicians to crash after a session. While on the same level with the studio, the bedrooms were built into the sloping hillside, and had windows so they didn’t feel like prison cells.
They walked into the billiard room and she gently rolled the queue ball across the red felt table. “It’s like a museum.” She whispered as if she were in a gallery.
“It’s fancy, but it needs a woman’s touch to make it cozy.” He stepped up behind her and pulled her back against him. “Do you think…?” His voice cracked.
She turned her head and looked up at him. His eyes held an intensity that was either determination or fear. Or both. “Don’t ask me for any decorating advice. I’m useless with pillows and tchotchkes.” She craned her neck to see his face.
“No, that’s not… I wanted to know what you think of it. If you could see…” He closed his eyes for a second then stared at the ceiling. Was he looking for the words to ask her something?
She turned in his arms and hugged him around the waist. “What is it, Chase?” It seemed serious.
With a look of frustration, he shrugged. “How about a ride?”
“On a horse?” The panic in her voice conveyed only half of what she felt.
His brows lifted as he gazed into her eyes. “Let’s start with a four-wheeler and work our way up.”
*
CHASE TUCKED RENO behind him on a big, green four-wheeler and showed her the ranch, his chest swelling with pride at her excited comments. The next morning, he gave her a riding lesson in a corral. When she had the rhythm, they rode their horses along the beach. The morning of the second day, they sailed out into the Gulf. In the heat of the afternoon, they made frozen drinks and floated in the pool for hours, talking. Each evening they took long, quiet strolls, holding hands and watching the sunset. He even picked wild bluebonnets and tucked them in her hair. Shit, he was a total fool for her, and he didn’t care.
The third afternoon of her visit, Chase stomped into the house from the barn and found Reno in the library, sitting in a chair typing on her laptop.
He leaned over behind her and kissed her neck. “Am I interrupting?”
She clicked save and turned her head, kissing him on the lips. “Nope. Just finished.”
“Good.” He resettled his cowboy hat on his head. “Let’s go for a ride.”
“Okay.” She shut down the computer. “Let me get my purse.” She stood and looked at him, uncertainty crinkling her forehead. “Um…”
He looked down at his white muscle shirt, stained with dirt and sweat. “I was thinking a ride on horseback. I need to cool down, and I want to show you the west side of the ranch. There’s a lake we can swim in.”
Smiling, she sashayed past him. “Let me get my swim suit and change into riding clothes.”
“I’ll meet you out front. The horses are saddled and ready, and I had the cook pack a picnic for us.”
Reno swung back and kissed him. “How thoughtful.”
His hands ached to hold her, but he was a smelly mess from working in the stables. “Hurry up. I’m hotter than sin on a Saturday night.”
She grinned and skittered out of the room and up the foyer stairs. “I’ll be right down.”
Watching her sweet butt hustle up the steps, he licked his lips. Goddamn, he wanted her. His cock shot full of blood, pressing painfully against his zipper.
He’d take her swimming, feed her whatever fancy chow the cook rustled up, then give her a ride she’d never forget.
*
TWO HOURS LATER, they lay on a blanket at the edge of the lake. Reno in her now-dry bikini, Chase in his trunks, feeling human again after he’d washed off the grime.
His horse, Smoke, and the gentle filly Reno rode stood under a nearby tree munching on sweet grass.
Lying on her back, Reno stared up into the tree branches. “Delicious. Where did you find a cook who makes cilantro-lime shrimp salad and stuffs it into a popover?” She patted her stomach.
“He likes having you in the house. He gets away with all that fancy shit. Pardon my language.” He turned his head to look up at the tree, trying to see what kept her fascinated up there. “I like a steak or burger. Ribs. Fish sometimes.”
“Not a popover-type guy, huh?”
He let out a laugh. “Not hardly. But for you…” He rolled onto his side and touched his hand to the warm skin on her stomach. “I’d even eat French food.”
Now she laughed. “What’s so terrible about French food?”
“Snails.”
“Snails? I can’t imagine anyone cooking them for you. On purpose. Have you ever tried them?”
“Yep. The first cook I hired wanted to expand my grocery list. Didn’t work. He lasted about two weeks, and I sent him packing.”
“Did he put cream sauce on your ribs instead of barbecue sauce?”
“Damn near.” He sat up and settled his hat on his head. “The fool tried to stuff a ribeye steak with some kind of pigeon.”
“Squab?”
“Yeah, that’s what he called it. The guy was nuttier than a squirrel turd.”
She laughed and rolled toward him. He loved her smile. “I’m loving this, Chase. Having you to myself like this.”
He should have told her earlier, but he hadn’t wanted to tarnish their first days together alone. “I gotta warn you. There’ll be some musicians coming tonight, staying a few days. They’ll be working, mostly. Staying downstairs in the guest bedrooms.”
“Okay. That’ll be fun. Can I watch?”
Running his hand down the silky skin of her arm, he nodded. “Sure. I’ll be laying some guitar tracks with them, and I’ll set you up in the booth.”
“I’ll be your roadie.”
He glanced down at her breasts, barely covered by her pink bikini, and his cock stiffened.
“C’mon over here, roadie, girl.”
Her cheeks pinked up to match her swimsuit, and she batted her lashes. “What do you have in mind, cowboy?”
As he pushed one cloth triangle to the side of her breast, his fingers caressed her tight nipple, stroking it, squeezing just enough to let her know he was serious. He replaced his fingers with his lips. He bit the sweet bud and flicked it with his to
ngue.
She moaned and grabbed his biceps.
His hand slid down her soft skin to the top of her bikini bottom then slowly snuck under the fabric, finding her clit hard for him, and her lips juicy and just starting to swell.
Within seconds he had her bottom off and he pressed a finger up into her sweet cunt. “Goddamn, woman. You make me insane.”
“Do I?” She writhed on the blanket.
“You know you do. You mosey around my house with that twitchy little ass of yours.” He eased his finger out of her and reached into the pocket of his trunks for a condom.
“Twitchy little…how dare you?” Her voice snapped but a grin lit her face. She stood and fisted her hands on her hips. “I thought I had a bodacious ass, like in your song.” She turned and sashayed away through the tall grass and wildflowers, watching him over her shoulder.
Her smooth skin in the sunlight made his mouth water for a long, sensuous lick of every part of her. That curvy ass, damn if he didn’t want to push his cock into her puckered little hole, but he was too fired up to fuck her back door right now. He’d save that pleasure for a day when he had more patience. Right now, he had to be inside her…
“Get your ass back here.” He arched up to tug off his trunks. His cock bounced free in the warm air.
“You didn’t say please.” She flipped her hair back at him, and bent at the waist to pick a flower.
The view of her sweet pussy framed by her perfect, round ass was outrageous. He palmed his shaft, running his hand along its length, wanting it to be her skin.
He should beg, just to get his cock inside her, but whatever game she was playing, he wanted to play, too. “Woman! Don’t make me come after you!”
She straightened, showing him her profile. “You could never catch me, old man.”
“Old?” He leapt to his feet, and she jerked, dropping the flower. “I’ll show you old.” He stalked toward her.
She let out a shriek and bolted in the opposite direction, laughing crazily.
He took a hop then ran hard and fast. He was upon her in seconds. Grabbing her around the waist, he lifted her off her feet. “There’s no getting away from me, Reno.”
She slapped at his hands. “Let me go, you evil letch.”
He released her only to take one wrist, bend and grasp her opposite knee, and lift her over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry, her warm skin rubbing against his, kindling a fire in each nerve she touched.
She squealed and laughed. “Chase, you put me down.”
Dominating her this way sent a rush of desire through him, making her weight feel like a feather as he strode back to their blanket. Reaching up, he swatted her behind. “You hush now.”
Her indrawn breath was followed by a soft moan. “And if I don’t hush?”
He spanked her again, harder, and she whimpered, a sound he recognized as pleasure. His woman liked a little discipline. And he’d enjoy giving it. A fresh surge of blood pulsed into his cock as he visualized how he wanted her. On her hands and knees in front of him, her ass high in the air, her slit open and slick for him.
At their blanket, he set her down, and when she turned to scamper off again, he held her wrist. “Uh uh. The only place you’re going is on your knees.”
Her eyelids drooped and she bit her lip, her body shivering even in the Texas heat. She obeyed, kneeling before him staring up at him just inches from the head of his stiff cock. She licked her lips and looked at his shaft.
A glistening drop of pre-cum formed on the tip, and without hesitation, her pointy tongue slipped out and licked it from him.
His body shuddered with hot, mind-bending lust. He almost gave in and let her suck him off, but he wanted to follow her lead. He’d play the dominant to her submissive today. A game he’d love to play more often with her.
“I didn’t tell you to lick me, woman.”
She batted her eyes at him. “I do what I want.” She licked him again. “What are you going to do about it?”
“Ah, naughty girl. You know what happens when you don’t obey.” He stepped behind her. “Spread your legs for me.”
She complied and he thrilled at the shiver that visibly vibrated her body.
He knelt, his legs between hers, only touching her in one place, the head of his rod on her plump ass cheek. The contact sent a volt of electricity charging up his cock to his balls.
“What happens when I don’t obey?” Breathy excitement filled her words.
He wanted to touch her. To hold her and kiss her neck, play with her nipples and find her clit, but this was her game, and he’d play by her rules. For a while. “Bend over.”
She did, setting her hands on the blanket.
The scent of her tangy musk reached his nostrils. His cock jerked, wanting to be pumping into that sweet creamy pussy. “Further.” He needed to see how far she’d go with this.
Immediately, she bent lower, pressing her cheek to the blanket, her arms over her head. “Chase.” He barely heard her whisper.
He swatted her butt cheek. “Do you deserve a spanking?”
“Mmm hmm.”
This time, he smacked her harder, but on the other cheek. “Have you been naughty?”
“Yes. Very, very naughty.”
The wind picked up and folded the corners of the blanket, but Chase didn’t care about anything but this sex goddess offering herself to him.
He spanked her ass four times, leaving red handprints on her white skin. Had he been too rough?
She cooed. “Even naughtier.”
Her invitation to make it rougher sent a harsh buzz through him, and he paused to open the condom and roll it on his pulsing cock. Thrusting his hips forward until he touched her, the heat of her slit burned him through the condom.
Letting out a cry, she arched back onto his cock, impaling herself, a shudder ripping through her body. “You feel so huge inside me.”
His head dropped back with the pleasure of his shaft deep inside her canal, but he couldn’t follow his body’s urge to jackhammer into her. She started this game, but now it was his turn to make the rules. With his hands on her ass, he withdrew and spanked her. Hard. A half a dozen times. “I set the pace, woman.”
“Please. Don’t make me wait.”
Her whimper turned him wild. An inch at a time, he jerked his rod inside her slick cunt, punctuating each thrust with a slap. “Do you like that? When I fuck you and spank you?”
*
RENO’S FACE PRESSED into the blanket and her nipples rubbed against the cloth, working up a friction as Chase eased his cock into her pussy. “Uh huh. Yes. More. Please.” She hadn’t been spanked before. When the idea popped into her head today, she didn’t know how to ask him for it. So she’d teased and taunted him until he got the message.
God, how he jumped right in and took over. The sting on her ass combined with the pleasure of his big, hard staff gliding in and out of her slit turned up the heat inside her, melting her inhibitions, making her crave more.
He rammed into her, deep and fast, and smacked her a couple times, but quickly there were fewer slaps as his palms grasped her butt cheeks and held her in place while he pistoned his cock into her sensitive canal, his balls slapping against her mound.
His hand stroked down from her ass to her clit, barely touching her before her pussy convulsed around his shaft, her body shivering and shimmering out of reality, into a pleasure so fantastic that it brought tears to her eyes.
He joined her in orgasm, his groan loud. “Reno, goddamn, I want to…” He thrust into her, his thigh muscles bumping hard against her soft ones as he sought to bury himself deeper. On her ass, the hand that held her tightened on her skin as he shuddered to a stop, panting, his flesh hot where he pressed against her.
They collapsed onto the blanket with him behind and half on top of her. The delightful shivers that whipped crazily through her body slowed. Her consciousness returned her to their secluded spot by the lake.
He wrapped an arm around her
and kissed her neck then bit her lightly, sucking her skin into his mouth, leaving his mark. “Mine.”
She closed her eyes and snuggled into the arm he held around her. Reno pressed his palm to the valley between her breasts. “My heart is yours, too.”
Chase stiffened.
Reno’s eyelids popped open and she glanced up at him. What had she said? It was too early to talk about…love. He looked down at her, his face scrunched into a confused frown. Or was it?
Smoke nickered and tossed his head. Chase’s hat tumbled along the path. Another brief gust sent it flying further away.
Chase jumped up and went after it and Reno watched his tight ass flex as he ran, her mouth watering for a nibble.
He set his hat on his head and looked out over his land, a potent mixture of pride and appreciation on his face. The same way she looked at her home in South Dakota. She loved the idea that he was so much like her. Hardworking, unaffected by stardom. Born and raised in a small town, valuing people for who they were, not what they owned. Not like Drake and not like the literary elite he called “friends.” She’d never fit into his crowd, no matter how hard Drake had tried to reshape her.
How would she fit into Chase’s crowd? He talked about the guys in his band, his manager, a few of the neighbors, and a half dozen country stars he called friends. What would they think of her? Just another in a long line of Chase’s women? She would prove to them she was good for Chase. A worthy partner for him.
He caught her stare. “What’s on your mind, Reno?”
Chapter Twelve
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RENO SAT ON the blanket as Chase stood over her, gloriously naked except for his hat. She smiled then glanced away. She wasn’t ready to share this intimate trail of thoughts with him. It’d probably scare him half to death, anyway.
Across the lake, the sun snuck below the treetops, sparkling its last rays on the waves made by a fresh breeze. Birds chirped in the willow tree on the shoreline. She could be happy here.
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