Cowboy 12 Pack
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He held her eyes as his hand slipped behind her neck, and his mouth descended to cover hers in a slow, teasing kiss that made her want that more than anything in the world.
“Show me, cowboy,” she whispered, when he pulled back to smile down at her.
Epilogue
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LEIGH SLAPPED HIS hand away, and scooted over a few inches on the seat. “We can’t right now,” she hissed.
“Oh, yes we can, Angel. I want it hard and fast, and I want it right fucking now, and you’re going to give it to me,” he growled, closing the space between them to reach over her and press a button on the door handle.
God, she loved it when he talked dirty to her, and when he got that determined look in his eyes. She loved absolutely everything about the man beside her. He called her angel a lot now, but he was her gift from above. A man sent down to give her the love she’d never had in her life. Before him, Leigh didn’t even know what the word meant.
He didn’t just give her the words, Jase Sutter showed her what it meant.
With every inch the dark screen in front of her slid up toward the roof of the limo, Leigh felt her fate being sealed. A shiver danced down her spine. They were going to have sex in the back of this limo and there was no getting out of it. Not that she really wanted to get out of it, but her protests seemed to be exciting the handsome cowboy beside her.
“Well, I don’t want to mess up my dress,” she whined, folding her arms over her chest. “You can make love to me all night long afterwards to celebrate.”
Leigh loved making love with him much better. This hard and fast stuff was exciting for a change, but all night long with him would always be better. Jase was so thorough, he left not an inch of her body unloved. And it usually involved a little hard and fast too. The best of both worlds, and a lot of kissing. Damn, she loved his kissing. God, she was getting herself all worked up alone here, she thought as she felt herself go damp.
“I want to celebrate now, and afterwards,” he growled as he leaned in to kiss her cheek, lick her jawline to her ear. Pulling back, he yanked off his sexy black Stetson to throw it on the seat beside him. “Now get your beautiful ass over here and get the party started. I want to fuck you in those shoes.”
Leigh looked down at her silver Manolo heels and smiled. These were her lucky shoes, and it looked like she was about to get lucky in them.
Reaching down, he slid his palm down the side of her calf, Leigh’s insides went liquid when his fingers dug in and he pulled her leg over his thigh spreading her wide. His palm skimmed up the inside of her thigh and that liquid dripped down between her thighs. A tremor rocked her when his fingers dipped under her panties, and a satisfied smile curved his mouth. “You’re so wet for me, Angel. That will make fucking you hard and fast easier.” He skimmed his forefinger through her folds to gather moisture and bring it to her clit. He rolled it, made slow, delicious rounds around the swollen bud, and her body jerked with every rotation. Closing her eyes, she laid her head on the seat, her fingernails scraped the leather seat as she curled her fingers into her palms.
“God…” she whimpered, her lips lifting toward his talented hand.
“No—it’s just Jase, Mrs. Smith,” he corrected, with a sexy laugh that rumbled through her. “Now be a good girl and come for me fast, so I can slide my dick into your wet pussy and fuck you hard. I know you want that.”
Leigh felt his hot eyes on her face, as he continued making slow, even rotations around her clit. Her hips lifted a fraction, then more with every round, as he increased the pressure, upped his pace. Her inner walls pulsed, and tension built, her clit throbbed, becoming more and more sensitive to his touch. Tension climbed higher inside her, crept up her body like flames engulfing a building. His ragged breathing signaled his excitement as he played her body like his damned box guitar, and the sound excited her.
He strummed her, played his tune on her body until a gurgled moan came from her throat. A wave of pleasure blindsided her, another washed over her on its heels and blood rushed to her face making her lightheaded, it turned into a tidal wave of deliciousness and swept through her body. Leigh stiffened, her hips made tiny circles with his hand as she clawed her way up the hill toward her peak. Jase slowed the rhythm, hit just the right notes and warmth and light spread through her veins like lava. Leigh felt like she was floating on it, her body boneless.
“Mmm…Jase,” she moaned, her words a hoarse whisper. She closed her eyes, threw her head back against the seat and vibrated for him.
He eased her back down hugged her then kissed her hair, before pulling away. “I love watching you come,” he said, his voice gravelly, his breathing still ragged. Leigh heard his belt buckle rattle, then a distinctive zip as he unfastened his tuxedo trousers. “Shove that gorgeous dress up over your hips so we don’t mess it up and lean on that seat,” he said, pointing to the seat across from them.
Leigh opened one eye, and moaned when she saw the fiery heat in his brown eyes. Sliding forward, she ducked then positioned herself on the seat. He moved behind her, spread her ankles wider and ran his finger through her folds. “Bend your knees, baby, this roof is too low,” he said.
“That’s why I wanted to wait. This is not the prime location for fast and hard, no matter what Cosmopolitan Magazine says,” Leigh said with a laugh.
His body stilled behind her. “You sound like you know,” he said darkly.
Leigh did know, but she heard that edge in his tone, and was not about to admit it. This was a happy night, not a night for that possessive tone he used sometimes when he was jealous or insecure. This man never had a thing to worry about with her. Ever. Leigh was fully invested in her marriage, or she would never have said I do, words she never expected to utter in her life, to him on Valentine’s Day.
Jase Sutter was the only man she wanted or needed.
“You better get a move on, cowboy, or the entire world will know what we’ve been up to in about fifteen minutes when they open the limo door at that red carpet.”
Leaning over her Jase shoved her dress higher, then moved between her legs. He held her hips, and pushed into her. Leigh moaned, squeezing her eyes shut to enjoy the stretch, the fullness. “God, you feel good,” she moaned, and he gave her a very thorough demonstration of hard and fast.
Seventeen minutes later, her heart was still pounding, and waves of endorphins flooding her body, the limo door was opened and fresh air rushed inside the car. Jase got out first to a roaring mix of whistles, catcalls and camera flashes.
He reached back inside for her hand, their palms met and she got that magical feeling again inside her chest. The feeling of rightness she had when he proposed two days before Valentine’s Day. In his underwear. With his own version of Shot Through The Heart, and a dozen red roses. And she’d said yes, I’ll marry you hard and fast on Valentine’s Day. How could she not say yes to him? Jase Sutter was the most romantic and thoughtful man she’d ever met in her life. Qualities she never thought she’d appreciate in a man, because it just wasn’t something she’d been looking for before him.
Leigh sure appreciated it now, just like she did his pretty manners when he tucked her arm under his protectively as he led her down the red carpet toward the throng of cameramen waiting to take their pictures. A hundred photos and several sound bites later, they walked into the auditorium and she felt him tense up.
“Relax! You’re going to win—you are the best damned singer in the category, at the top of the charts, and your tour has been sold out at every venue. How could you not win?” she said patting his sleeve.
He looked down at her and laughed. “I think you need to have your hearing checked, baby. There are several much better singers nominated.”
“But none of them are a tall, sexy cowboy who has more soul than my Manolo shoes.”
The worry left his face, and he grinned. “I love those shoes. I fell in love with them when I saw you wear them on stage last year. I think I fell in love with you that night t
oo,” he said, and his rich, honeyed voice dripped into her ears and coated every nerve ending.
But then her head rocked back on her shoulders. “You saw me last year?”
“Yep, I watched the awards from my parent’s sofa on television.” He leaned in close to her ear to whisper, “I saw you and thought how fucking hot would it be to fuck her in those shoes?” A thrill zipped down Leigh’s spine, and she shivered. “Now, I know,” he said, with a satisfied smile.
“Yes, you do,” she whispered. As they walked toward the front row, she scanned the back rows for familiar faces. Her eyes fell on Wade Lawson who was staring holes through her from the end of the third row from the back. She quickly dragged her eyes forward. “Lawson alert,” she whispered, pasting on a smile for an industry friend.
A growl rumbled in Jase’s chest, and his body tensed.
She patted his forearm. “Just play nice, baby—he lost his ass, his agent and his label in that lawsuit. He has a reason to glare at us. Just let him stomp those sour grapes into wine to drown his misery. He and Parsons can drink it together, if he ever gets done with the IRS and doesn’t end up in jail.”
“How the hell did the IRS get involved anyway?” Jase asked, shaking his head.
Leigh shrugged. Bobby hinted to her he’d heard that Parsons was taking brown-bag payments under the table from Leo to send new artists his way, rather than sending them to Twang. “I thought he needed something other than badmouthing us to occupy him,” Leigh replied, as they stopped at the front row, near the stage.
Glen had done a hell a lot of that after he lost to them in the copyright infringement suit. Filing a defamation suit would have been senseless, since he was broke. Leigh shut him up with a little help from her friends. She hoped the IRS gave him all the attention he deserved, along with a little jail time. That bastard deserved it.
Leo was getting his just desserts too. He not only lost the paternity suit, he now had to keep his new daughter, who Leigh hoped he treated better than her, and the baby mama in the manner in which they wanted to become accustomed. That included buying her a brand spanking new mansion, and paying her child support that would bring a lesser man to his knees. Add losing Sarah Carpenter, his biggest artist, to Cupid Records on top of that, and Leo was in big trouble. No less than he deserved.
Leigh spotted Jase’s parents at the end of the second row up front. “Oh, look—your mom and dad are already here,” she said waving when she caught Mr. Smith’s eye.
“God, momma looks beautiful,” Jase said, his voice choked.
“She looks breathtaking,” she said, squeezing his arm.
Both of his parents looked great, a lot less stressed for sure. Since she and Jase got them settled into a new condo in a retirement community with onsite healthcare workers to help Mr. Smith care for Jase’s mother, Mr. Smith could now enjoy the time he had left with his wife. He no longer had to work his ass off to make sure she got the care she needed to battle her disease. Stopping at the front row, Leigh glanced at the seating chart in her hand. Holding her skirt, she weaved her way down the row until she found lucky number thirteen and sat down. Jase took his seat beside her, and grabbed her hand. “I just want you to know I don’t give a damn if I win tonight, or not. I’m already the richest man on earth, because I have you. Asking for more would be greedy. I love you, baby,” he said, leaning in to press his lips to hers. Jase’s love soaked into every cell of Leigh’s body, as he kissed her. When he pulled back, Leigh’s lips curved into what she knew was a goofy grin. She’d seen it herself in the mirror he’d installed on the ceiling of their bedroom in their new house.
“I love you so damned much, cowboy,” she said, squeezing his hand. “Now stop talking about not winning. Losing is not an option.” She held up her foot and showed it to him. “I have my lucky shoes on, remember?”
His eyes darkened, and a muscle worked at the corner of his left eye. “Keep talking about those shoes and we might have to make a trip to the bathroom.”
A shiver worked down her spine. “Get your mind out of the gutter, baby,” Leigh said with a laugh, leaning in to kiss him. “Just for a couple of hours, then you can roll it in mud and we’ll mud wrestle,” she said with a laugh. Her eyes raked down his chest to his toes, then back up to his eyes, which were shaded by his sexy, black hat. “Have I told you how incredibly sexy you look tonight?”
“Don’t start wrestling, unless you’re ready to get dirty, Angel,” he growled out of the side of his mouth, giving her a hot look.
Leigh people-watched as the auditorium filled, but once the ceremony got started she quickly became bored, even caught herself nodding off a couple of times. She had no idea why she was so damned tired lately, but vowed to start on some vitamins tomorrow.
This was not the time for her to be getting lazy. After she and Jase finished his tour, they had to immediately start planning for next year, get with Bobby to write some new material, and get Jase’s sophomore CD cut. His debut had gone multi-platinum, and she didn’t want any less on this second round.
“You okay, baby?” Jase asked, his hot breath tickling her ear.
“I’m fine. Just ready for you to get to your award,” Leigh replied, with a yawn.
“I told you, it’s not my award. Silas is going to win.”
Leigh leaned toward him to whisper, “Silas’ songs are morose, and nobody wants to hear that crap.”
Jase looked up as if thoughtful, then back at her. “What does it take to go platinum? A million record sales?” His eyebrow lifted, and he shook his head. “People want to hear him, baby. A lot of people,” he murmured dragging his eyes back to the stage.
“You went platinum too—seven times,” she argued, but stopped, when the emcee announced the next award was new artist of the year. With a squeal, she scooted to the edge of her seat and slipped on her shoes. “Get ready, this is it, Jase!”
She turned back toward him and saw he hadn’t budged an inch. In fact his body was stiff, and his breathing almost non-existent, as the announcer read off the list of nominees, playing a clip of each song. When they played his clip of Bobby’s Song, Jase flinched.
He was so damned critical of himself, but most artists were. They were their own worst critics. She could not wait for them to call his damned name. Maybe then he’d finally admit that she was right. He was the best damned country artist in the industry right now. He still didn’t believe it, even after all the record sales, the successful tour, or her and other industry professionals repeatedly telling him. He said she just felt that way because she loved him. And he was right, but he was wrong that it affected her hearing.
Leigh folded her arms over her chest to watch him. She wanted to see his handsome face when they called his name. She was sure that moment would be replayed on many entertainment shows, but she wanted to witness it firsthand. That moment when Jase Sutter finally could no longer deny that, with or without her, he was worthy of being right where he was professionally. Sometimes a man could be too humble, and that was definitely the case with her handsome husband.
The emcee slid the card out of the envelope in his hand, then glanced up at the audience with a wide grin. “Well, I don’t think this is a big surprise to any of us,” he said, with a laugh. “Ladies and Gentlemen, the new country artist of the year this year is none other than…” He teased the crowd with a long pause, his eyes locked on Jase, and then he said, “Jase Sutter.”
Every hair on Leigh’s body raised as she shot to her feet to roar with the crowd. She danced in a circle, then looked down at Jase, who was still sitting. The stunned look on his face was priceless. She grabbed his chin and it trembled in her fingers. She saw in his eyes, the emotion he was battling. “Go get your award, Jase,” she said, fighting to keep her own tears from falling down her face.
“I don’t think I can walk up there,” he replied, his voice trembling.
“Yes you can, just get your butt out of that chair and walk up there.” Leigh grabbed his hand and tugged
until he stood.
The crowd went crazy with applause and whistles, Jase buttoned his tux jacket, then leaned close to her ear. “Not unless you come with me,” he said.
“This is your award, Sutter,” she whispered hotly, turning him toward the end of the aisle, but he turned back around to grab her hand.
“No, it’s our award, and I’m not going up there without you.” Grabbing her hand, Jase pulled her behind him down the row toward the aisle. All the way down, he received pats on the back and congratulations. Leigh followed him because she had no choice. This was his moment, but he wasn’t going to bask in it alone.
Sarah Carpenter had done the same thing last year, but this was typical Jase. He really would not have gone up onstage without her by his side. The man didn’t have a selfish, or egotistical bone in that delicious body of his. He’d probably spend thirty minutes at the mic thanking people.
They made the center aisle, Jase towed her toward the stairs then stood back to let her go up the stairs first, holding her hand so she didn’t fall. Once on stage, she stood to the side, but he dropped his arm over her shoulders and forced her to walk with him to the podium to receive his award. The emcee congratulated him and handed him the award. It took a minute for Jase to get a grip on his emotions, before he could give his speech.
He looked down at her with so much love in his eyes, it felt like she was baking in sunshine, and tears burned her eyes. “Who would’ve thought,” he started, but paused to clear the emotion from his throat. “Who would’ve thought that last year, when I watched this beautiful woman up here on stage with Sarah Carpenter from my parent’s living room, that this year, I’d not only be standing up here beside her, but I’d be lucky enough to be married to her?” He leaned down and kissed her tenderly. “I love you, Angel. Thank you for everything.”
Leigh didn’t think her heart could get any fuller, or her life happier. Jase went on to thank, God, his parents, Bobby and as she expected a laundry list of studio musicians, sound engineers, writers and others. When he finally let his arm drop from her shoulders, he grabbed her hand to walk offstage, but Leigh pulled back.