Cowboy 12 Pack
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She absolutely, positively could not believe she’d just said that, and it looked like he couldn’t either, because his body stiffened, his eyebrows lifted and he shook his head. “Too late, sugar, I’m in fuck hard mode. Now get up and lean your pretty ass over the back of that chair so I can get busy. Never let it be said I don’t give a woman what she asks for.”
His hard eyes, and dry humorless laugh punched her in the stomach. Leigh put a hand there and got up from the chair on shaky legs. “Jase, this isn’t you and you know it. Let’s just get in the bed and you can make love to me.”
His eyes flew to hers, and he smiled, and not the one that made her warm inside. This one was just as hard and dirty as his words, and did nothing but make her a little sick at her stomach. “We’ll get in the bed—after I finish fucking you over that chair.” He leaned in close to her face. “When your legs give out because I’ve fucked you so hard they won’t hold you up anymore, that’s when I’ll carry you to the bed.”
“This doesn’t feel right with you,” Leigh said, shaking her head.
“Lean over that chair and give me a minute,” he said with a wink. “I promise I’ll make it feel so damned good, you can’t stand it.” When she didn’t move, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her behind the chair, then pushed her against the back. “Grab the arms and hold on tight, because you’re going to need some support.” He pushed down on her shoulders until she bent over the chair.
Jase kneed her legs wider apart then moved behind her. He slathered the cool gel along her folds with the flat of his palm, and her pussy quivered. His finger tracked back up her folds to her anus to draw circles around it, and Leigh stopped breathing, her nails dug into the armrests of the chair and she went completely still, waiting, anticipating. But after a few more circles, he stepped back and laughed. “You wouldn’t say no would you? You want me to put my cock in your ass,” he said smugly.
Leigh sucked in a gulping breath as spasms worked through her inner muscles. Out of the corner of her eye she saw him walk to the bed and pick up a condom. Leigh opened her mouth, but her system was so overloaded with sensations, emotion, she couldn’t speak.
“We’ll save that for next time,” he said, as he ripped a condom packet open with his teeth and rolled it on. “I want to feel your pussy suck the come out of my cock this time.”
His filthy, honey-coated words tripped something inside of her, the knot in her throat shifted and Leigh wailed, “Fuck me, Jase—stop teasing!”
Dragging in uneven breaths, she watched as he sauntered back over to the chair and moved behind her. He frustrated her more, when he rubbed the head of his cock at her opening, before sliding it along her folds to her clit. He circled her, inching her tension, the clawing need inside of her up, with each circle. Her breathing hitched, and Leigh lifted her ass to increase the pressure, but he pulled back to move to her opening again.
He stretched her, but didn’t move inside. Frustrated, she shoved back against him, and Leigh expected him to tease her more, so she pushed more and was shocked when his hips rocked back and he slammed into her, pushing the chair forward a few inches. She screamed, then moaned as her body to dealt with the shock, the incredible, unexpected burn.
“How’s that for hard, Leigh?” he asked, his voice as hard as his cock, which was impaling her. “Hard enough for you, darlin’? Now, let’s see if we can get to fast,” he snarled, as he rocked his hips back to drive back into her. Leigh braced, but it didn’t help, her body lurched forward, the chair scraped forward and Leigh lost her breath. As he drove into her faster and faster, the delicious sucking sounds her body made as he pulled out, the slapping of his thighs against her ass when he drove back in, his heavy breathing mixed with the scraping of the chair, pushed her closer and closer to a release.
Points of light converged behind her eyes, every ounce of blood in her body felt like it had moved to her head, and she was about to tumble into the light when he suddenly adjusted his angle a bit, made shorter strokes inside her. The thick head of his cock scraped a spot inside of her with every entry that short-circuited her brain. Leigh made nonsensical words as he repeated it over and over, in and out. Drove her higher and higher, until those points of light ignited into a fire that burned so hot inside of her she felt like she was going to melt. She mumbled nonsensical words as he focused there, pushed her higher, until finally she exploded, a rush of liquid gushed.
“Oh,…oh—Ohhhh,” Leigh wailed, as a blinding orgasm the likes of which she’d never known before slammed into her, her teeth chattered, her body shook the chair, and Jase lengthened his strokes again, pounding into her again, his fingers digging deeper into her hips, until his body went stiff and he roared his release.
After a second, Jase withdrew, and stepped back, and Leigh’s body melted over the back of the chair, then she slid to the floor, because her boneless legs wouldn’t hold her anymore, just like he’d threatened. He was definitely going to have to carry her to the bed, because she knew her legs weren’t going to work if she tried to stand.
“Round two will have to wait until tomorrow,” he announced, breathing hard as he collapsed beside her on the floor to put his arm around her shoulders and hug her to him. “I’m ordering pizza, and then we’re going to bed.” He dragged her up onto his lap and squeezed her again tightly, before he dropped a slow, sweet and thorough kiss on her lips. Warmth spread through her body, and something else she didn’t want to examine.
Round two? Leigh didn’t think so. Not tomorrow, or ever.
Right now she felt gutted from round one. That hadn’t been casual sex, but she didn’t think it had been making love either, because it was still hard and fast. Jase Sutter had taken every part of her and turned it upside down, inside out. Leigh hadn’t been in control of one thing that happened just now. She had never had sex like that before. It was different, even though it was the same. Being with him made it different. Allowing him to demonstrate his version of the softer side of sex, making love, would only make things worse. Leigh could see herself becoming addicted to the man, as much as she was addicted to his kissing. She was just not going to let that happen. She’d just have to keep her distance and hopefully he’d get the hint tonight wasn’t happening again.
The last thing she needed to do was let herself fall in love with him.
Chapter Eight
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IT HAD BEEN two damned weeks since he’d heard from Leigh Anderson, and Jase was starting to think maybe he’d been wrong about her. He was damned disappointed to finally have to admit she must be one of those people who blew smoke.
He’d believed in her, trusted her, and he’d been dead wrong. It definitely wasn’t the first time, but it was the most crushing.
Leigh had gotten his hopes sky high, and now she was letting him freefall back to the ground. Jase was going to call Bobby Gillis this afternoon and see what the hell was going on. Bobby owned that new song, so he would probably know. The question was would he shoot any straighter with him than Leigh Anderson had.
The longer Jase was in this cutthroat business, the less he liked it, and the fewer people he trusted. Leigh Anderson had just been added to that list.
She had two professionally cut songs now, and there was no reason she shouldn’t have at least gotten nibbles for a couple of bigger gigs for him. Those songs were damned good, as good as anything he’d heard on the radio recently. He had a copy of the CD too, and if he didn’t hear from her soon, he’d be shopping them around himself.
The only problem was, as songwriter, Bobby Gillis owned the rights to the new song. He’d have to call him and feel him out this afternoon, before he did anything. But he didn’t trust that man any more than he trusted Leigh now. They could be in cahoots, and both be double-crossing him.
Jase should have gotten a clue from how fast she’d left him in Nashville. After they finished their session on Saturday afternoon, she dropped him off at the hotel, stuffed bills into his hand for cab fare then left like her a
ss was on fire. Because of what happened between them the night before, the connection he felt with her, he believed she was telling the truth when she said she had an emergency back in Dallas, that she had to leave on an earlier flight, but couldn’t get a seat for him.
No, in all likelihood she’d gotten what she wanted from him, and that was her way of exiting stage left without drama. She didn’t know him, Jase didn’t do drama either. She could’ve given him the brush off to his face and he could take it.
But she hadn’t had the balls to do that.
“Chickenshit bitch,” he growled, as he stuffed his spade under the pile of manure. Hefting it, he carried it out to the wheelbarrow in the aisle to dump it. Four more stalls to go, then he could try calling her again, he thought, going back inside for another load. He’d have to do that at home though, because his daddy had to go to work.
His life had fallen into the same daily routine again, a rut he feared he’d never break out of until he was a very old man. Jase didn’t want to resent his circumstances, but dammit he was starting to do just that. He was thirty-years-old, shoveling shit and singing for tips, still living at his parent’s house, because even though he worked his ass off every day, he didn’t have two nickels to rub together.
Maybe it was time he gave up on music, got on the nine-to-five train and rode that sonofabitch until it reached the station at the pearly gates.
Jase eyes burned as he shoved the shovel into another pile of manure in the far corner of the stall. “Fucking hay,” he cursed, sniffling as he lifted the weight to carry it to the wheelbarrow. Jase dumped it into the wheelbarrow, then rested there, his fingers digging into the wooden handle as he fought the pressure building in his head, behind his eyes and in his chest. It converged in his throat, and with a roar he reared back and the spade flew out of his hand to clatter down the aisle.
The horses shuffled, snorted and whinnied in protest in their stalls. The asshole stud whose stall he was cleaning reared, pulling hard on the lead rope then kicked the stall door he was tied to hard. He reared again and Jase ran over to him and grabbed the rope and pull his front feet back down. “Easy boy, I’m sorry,” he soothed, patting the stud’s thick, corded neck until his wild eyes softened and he settled down with a fiery snort.
Breathing just as hard, Jase rested his forehead against the horse’s neck. This horse was worth a million dollars and if something happened to him, Jase wouldn’t even have this job. Then where would he be? Sitting behind a desk counting beans, what he’d been trained for. What he should be doing instead of chasing rainbows he’d never catch.
Tomorrow he was off and he was going to start searching the want ads. Things weren’t going to change unless he changed them.
His phone rattled against his hipbone in his pocket, and Jase pulled it out. He didn’t look to see who it was, because he knew whoever it was wasn’t the person he wanted it to be. “Yeah?” he said gruffly, walking toward the door of the barn where the spade he’d need to finish the cleaning stalls rested half in and half out of the doorway.
“Jase? This is Leigh Anderson,” she said and instead of making his dick hard, her sing-song voice irritated the shit out of him.
“What the fuck do you want?” he grated, leaning down to grab the handle of the shovel. He stood back up and huffed a breath. “Whatever it is, get to it, because I’m shoveling horseshit right now and don’t have time for your bullshit.”
“I’m sorry for not calling you back until now, Jase,” she said, and he refused to let the tremble in her voice affect him. No excuse could possibly explain it, and he didn’t want to hear her attempt.
Stomping back toward the wheelbarrow, he growled, “Do you have a point, Ms. Anderson? If not, I’m hanging up the phone.”
“No, don’t hang up!” she shouted, then cleared her throat. “I have a couple of gigs lined up for you. I didn’t want to call you back until they were confirmed.”
“That’s nice, but I don’t have money to travel,” he said, walking into the stall. He put the phone to his shoulder and held it there with his jaw. With a grunt he lifted another shovel of manure, then turned and walked to the wheelbarrow.
“I can take care of that, they’re local so it won’t be expensive, but I, ah, also need you to sign a contract before I book them.”
Jase stopped cold mid-dump and the shit slid off of the spade, but landed on the outside of the wheelbarrow. “With Hearts Afire?” he grated.
“No, with my new company, Cupid Records,” she said, and he heard a note of uncertainty in her lowered voice. “I can’t talk about it right now, but I’ll call you back so we can meet tonight. I just got back in town, I’ve been in Nashville for the last week.”
That explained week two, but not week one. “What happened with your father? With Hearts Afire?” he asked.
“I went into his office to pitch your songs and he fired me before I could. Wade Lawson has recorded a new song with Twang, and Leo heard it. He was livid that we missed out on it because I failed to get him signed to a contract with us.”
“You don’t sound too upset,” Jase said, leaning on the handle of the shovel.
“Because I’m not,” she replied, with a laugh. “This needed to happen, but I didn’t have the huevos to do it myself. Leo is not the kind of man I want to be associated with anymore. I can be better than him on my own, but I need your help.”
“Well, ignoring a man for two weeks is not the way to get a man’s help. There is no fucking excuse for you not calling to at least tell me what you were doing,” he grated.
“No, there isn’t,” she agreed, with a heavy sigh. “I’ve been working for you, but didn’t want to disappoint you if things didn’t work out.”
“I couldn’t be any more disappointed than I already am,” Jase said with a sigh of his own. “I thought you let me down.”
“No, what I did was get one of your songs played on two big market satellite stations, and on a couple of mid-market ones in Nashville. That’s bigtime, cowboy. I’m working on stations here next week, and then you’re singing it live at the rodeo in Houston in a few weeks.”
“Really?” he asked, and fought to stomp the bud of hope that sprouted in his chest again. “Which song?”
“Bobby’s song—he titled it finally. It took me three days to get him to do that,” she said with a laugh. “His copyright is finalized, and so is our contract.”
“What did he call it?”
“Bobby’s Song,” she repeated with a snort, and he imagined her shaking her head, making those beautiful curls dance around her heart-shaped face.
Jase shoved the mental picture from his mind, so he could focus. “That’s really lame. Angel or Golden Walls would’ve been better,” Jase said.
“Bobby is a simple man,” she replied. “As frustrating as he is, he’s very talented and I love him. I also trust him to do what’s best for the song.”
I love him. The words rang inside of Jase’s skull and he tasted their bitterness on his tongue. That answered the question he’d asked her in Nashville—truthfully. Now that Jase knew, he wouldn’t be going there again with Leigh Anderson. That would be setting himself up for a fall, and all of them up for an eventual blowup they didn’t need. They were partners of a sort now, and didn’t need drama.
“Well, I guess that’s a good title then. It is his song,” Jase said, his voice flat.
“Bobby is working on your song right now. He wasn’t totally happy with the final product, so he’s tweaking it more. The other one is perfect…you sang it perfectly. The more I hear it, the more I love it.”
Jase was a little nervous to give Bobby creative control of his mother’s song. But he let Jase make the call on his song, so he’d just have to trust him. If he didn’t like it when he got it back, he could always demand to change things. “Does he need any input from me to fix my song?”
“No, he’s got it. He just wanted to tone down the backup singers, and more of the bass to focus on the lyrics and y
our voice more. It’ll be great when he’s done, and will be a good follow up to this one.”
Satisfied with her answers, Jase was cautiously optimistic. “I can’t meet with you tonight, I’m staying with my mother. Tomorrow night, I work at the restaurant, so it’ll have to be Thursday.”
“Thursday works,” she said quickly, with a little squeal of excitement. “Can you come to my new office?”
“Where is it?” he asked, with a sigh.
She spouted off directions, but he stopped her. “Can you text it to me? I don’t have a pen, and I’m up to my elbows in manure,” he said, with a laugh.
Jase hoped he was doing the right thing here, not wasting time, but since that’s all he had these days, what did he have to lose? A few days searching for an accounting job he didn’t really want. He would give this one last try, and if things bottomed out again, he would be done with music. Then, he’d be satisfied that he’d given it his all, and it just wasn’t meant to be. He would take that desk job, wear a suit and tie, and make himself like it.
“I’ll do that…but I don’t want to hang up,” she said, and the soft, seductive tone in her voice reminded him of her whispered pleas for him to fuck her harder, faster. His blood heated and his dick hardened.
“I’ve got to go,” he said quickly, and ended the call. Jase didn’t have to think about that aspect of their association. That was done now.
Having sex? That’s what I have, Jase. No strings flings. Having sex with you doesn’t mean we’re starting something. I don’t let myself get attached to men.
Jase was going to burn those very honest words into his brain, so when he got weak, when she used that voice on him again, he could pull them out and remind himself what kind of woman she was. He’d just remind himself he’d been one of those no-strings flings to her, and that just wasn’t the way he operated. Neither was letting himself be used to scratch an itch she had for another man who just happened to have a girlfriend at the moment.