by Em Petrova
He captured her gaze again and pressed a soft kiss to her most sensitive spot. She jerked and laughed, sliding her hand over her pussy to keep him from going on.
“I’m not remotely finished with you. Taste yourself on me.” He pushed onto his knees and claimed her mouth in a tongue-tangling kiss. When she moaned, his cock strained against his jeans so hard he thought he’d blow any instant. He bit back the sensation and focused on touching every inch of her.
His little hippy doctor had such a sensual side, and he was determined to tap it again and again.
As he kissed her, he stroked her breasts and belly, following the line down to her pussy. Her hand still rested over it, and he covered it with his own. Tracing the delicate bones of her hand for a moment before he took it and moved it back and forth. Using her own hand to tease her pussy.
A squeak left her.
“Show me how you touch yourself, baby.” He leaned back to stare at the spot where she moved her fingers. Teasing her folds open, moving up and down, circling her clit.
“Fuck, that’s so hot. Do you touch yourself?”
“Mm. Sometimes,” she murmured.
“Do you ever think about me?”
“Too much,” she threw his words back at him.
He grinned. Then he clasped her wrist and pulled her hand away from her pussy. She squeaked when he brought her fingers to his lips and sucked them into his mouth. Staring into her eyes as he sucked her juices off her fingers was the most erotic moment of his life. His balls clenched tight to his body. Pre-come oozed from him.
If he didn’t get inside her fast, he wouldn’t make it.
“I want you inside me.”
Magic words. He reared back and tore at his fly. She ran her hands over him, and he grew drunk with lust.
Once his cock sprang free, she gripped it at the base and guided it to her entrance. His pulse pounded. Lifting her, he maneuvered her so she was stretched out to receive him.
Then, holding her gaze, he entered her in one hard push.
* * * * *
West couldn’t bury himself deep enough. She wrapped her legs around him and closed the gap. He ground his cock deep, and she shut her eyes on a whimper.
“Fuck, you feel so good. So perfect. Wrap your arms around me, baby.”
She did, and he slid his hands beneath her to pull her up and into his thrusts. Need tightened his balls, made him ache. White heat burned in his groin, and it wouldn’t take more than a few strokes to reach his pinnacle.
But he wanted it to be good for her too.
Her flavors danced on his tongue, and he kissed her hard. So damn hot. She was so wet for him.
Squeezing him.
He churned his hips faster and felt her clamp down. The air went out of her. He held her taut body in his arms and watched her come apart on his cock.
A growl left him. He moved once, twice… Exploded with a feral grunt.
Jerking fast into her as his balls emptied. Jet after jet of come filling her tight body. Her—
Fuck, no condom.
In the heat of the moment, he hadn’t given it a thought. As soon as her silky fingers had wrapped around his dick and led him to her opening, he couldn’t think about anything but getting inside her.
The final twitches of his orgasm made him moan. Her body still squeezed him tight, her heels locked around his back.
She was a medical professional. She must be on the pill, or knowing her, used some herbs to keep from getting pregnant. But they hadn’t given a thought to safety either.
His physical two weeks ago had shown he was clean, and he hadn’t been with anybody since. And he wasn’t worried about catching anything from Malou—she didn’t seem the type to ignore her body or take risks.
Being inside her without a barrier felt so damn good, so unbelievably intimate.
He gathered her close and kissed her long and deep. She returned it stroke for stroke, and he stopped worrying about not wearing a condom. If she wasn’t worried, then—
She gasped. Stiffened.
She pushed him off her with a hard shove, leaped to her feet and stared at him wide-eyed.
Shit. So much for post-sex play.
* * * * *
“I’m clean—just checked two weeks ago, and I haven’t been sexually active since.” West’s words sank into Malou’s mind, but she couldn’t concentrate on anything but the feel of his seed running down her inner thigh.
She bent and grabbed the roll of paper towels. Twisting away from his gaze, she cleaned herself hastily and reached for her top. She threw it over her head and tried to calm her racing heart.
How stupid could she be? Even if he told the truth about his recent health check, she wasn’t comfortable going without protection. Yeah, she was clean and sure, she was on the pill. Her periods had been the debilitating kind even as a teen, and they’d never straightened out.
But the fact that she’d gotten so carried away terrified her. In the heat of the moment, she’d lost her mind. What was it about West that stripped away all her control and every logical thought she’d ever had?
She’d always walked between two worlds—her scientific side and her free spirit roots were at war now more than ever, when she needed to use her brain and West made her forget she had one.
She ran her shaking fingers through her hair, and a waft of his scent hit her. She smelled him all over her. He was inside her.
He stood and took her by the shoulders. “Malou.” His tone was gentle.
She pushed out a breath that sounded as a cry.
“I’m clean. I’d never lie to you.”
“I am too.”
“And you’re on the pill, right?”
The hope in his tone was too much for her. Her throat closed.
“Lou?”
She nodded. The relief in his eyes was apparent.
“Good. So let’s each take a breath and calm down. C’mere.” He took her hand and led her to the couch. Then he sat and drew her across his lap. Cuddled beneath his chin, she felt her heartbeat return to normal.
The chances of pregnancy or disease were very low, almost nonexistent. They were okay.
She relaxed against his chest, and he caressed her back in long arcs that sent goose bumps skittering over her arms.
“You all right?” he drawled after a long minute.
“Yes. It’s not much of a risk, and if we’re both clean…”
“I am,” he said at once.
Her heart flexed at the expression of concern in his eyes. She reached up to run the pad of her thumb over the furrow between his brows. “I believe you, West.”
Happiness broke over his face, a ray of sun in the cloudburst they’d just experienced.
He squeezed her closer, and she held him tight. “I hope you’ll stay with me all night, Lou. Say you will.”
“Stay here?”
“Here or the hotel room. I’m sure I can pay the crew to leave us alone.”
“Surely they wouldn’t accept money as a bribe.”
“No, but they might take hookers.” He grinned, and she tugged his hair. “I’m kidding—sorta. Say yes, Lou.”
She leaned in and delivered a soft peck to his lips. “Yes.”
One night could be all she needed to end this obsession and purge the man from her system. Even as she thought it, she knew it was a lie.
They were just getting started.
Chapter Six
West woke with Malou in his arms and her dreadlocks spilling across his chest. A smile came to his face before he even opened his eyes.
He replayed their night together. They’d fucked standing, lying, sitting and at some point, he’d held her suspended in his arms while he fucked her. There’d also been the moment they’d rolled off the couch and hit the floor laughing, only to kiss and continue their fun.
Maybe that’s how I got sore ribs.
His phone was vibrating somewhere nearby. Probably one of his brothers asking why he wasn’t at the Calhoun fam
ily breakfast. Or Andrew with more brilliant ideas about how to get that spinoff show.
Pressing his lips together, he focused on the now. The soft little woman in his arms felt better than anything had in a long time. She fit perfect against him, as if she’d been carved for the space on his chest.
Their night together… Whooeeee. Even thinking about it was making him hard. Hopefully he’d gotten through to her how serious he was about spending more time with her. Long phone calls, sexy text banter… and drives to Oklahoma City to take her to dinner.
He didn’t know nearly enough about her and was excited to learn about her world. She wasn’t secretive as much as private. But she had more personality in her adorable little toe than most women had in their entire bodies.
She shifted in his arms and he felt her wake. The first thing she did was turn her lips against his skin and press a kiss to it.
Warm happiness spread throughout him. “Mornin’, L’il Bit.”
“You have a lot of nicknames for me,” she said at once.
She must be one of those people who woke up and could immediately start talking. He’d been up for a while, so responding was easy. But any other day, she’d only get grunts from him until he’d had coffee.
“A woman like you can’t be defined by just one nickname.” He smiled down at her.
She didn’t wear makeup—didn’t need it. Her full lips still looked rosy and swollen from his kisses, which fed his ego. When she tilted her head, he spied some red marks on her neck too. Good. The world would know she’d been loved long and hard.
“I’ve had a lot of names in my lifetime.” When she spoke, her voice held a lilt that most likely harkened to her Native American roots.
“Tell some to me.” He stroked her bare spine, learning every contour.
“My grandfather called me Little Bird because I was a tattletale, always chirping in his ear about what someone had done.” She gave him a smile. “And my sister couldn’t say Malou when she was little, so she called me Moo.” At that, they shared a laugh. Malou sobered. “My brother called me Kickstand because he liked to lean on me.”
“Did you ever go out from under him and make him fall?” West asked.
“Only a few times. He was sure on his feet like a cat.”
“If he was a bull rider, that would have helped him.” He watched her face darken with the pain of her loss and wished he hadn’t said anything. Caressing a pattern on her back, he kissed the top of her head. “I’m sorry.”
“Thank you. The tribe called me Kachina.”
He moved to look at her better. “What does it mean?”
“It’s a special doll, a carving, made by our people. They’re rain messengers that bring blessings.”
He studied her beautiful face, fascinated. “And you received this name because you blessed them with healing skills?”
She grinned. “You got it.”
“You’re amazing, Lou.”
“And you’re getting me turned on again.”
He looked down and realized he’d been strumming her nipple into a hard peak. The tawny brown called to his lips and tongue, but his phone was going off again.
“Someone is looking for you,” she said.
“Probably my brother. I’m late for breakfast.”
Malou sat up, eyes wide. “You have to go. Get out of bed. Why didn’t you tell me? I would have gotten up sooner.”
He continued to lie there, unmoving, appreciating her breasts and the lines of her nude body. “I didn’t want to get up.”
She smacked him on the outer thigh. “Come on. Family comes first.”
He grumbled but sat up, wincing when his ribs wrenched. “Hey, do you know what I did to my ribs last night?”
She went into doctor mode. Concern swept her features and she came forward to look closely at his side. Her cool fingers on his skin made his cock even harder.
Suddenly, she pulled back and gave him a sheepish smile. “It looks like you have a small bruise that runs in an L shape.”
“From what?”
She pointed to the edge of the counter where he’d leaned while she’d blown his mind with her sweet, hot mouth. He’d been about to collapse and using the fixture had been the only way to remain upright.
They exchanged a smile. He stood and caught her against him. “I’ll take you to your hotel to get cleaned up and then I’ll come find you during today’s events.”
The second day of the rodeo was always a big one, but he wasn’t remotely worried about his scores. He was on fire right now. Everything was going his way, even his love life.
She reached around him and pinched his ass hard. “You have to meet your family, and I need to get moving. I have a conference call.”
“For what?” He lifted his brows as he reached for his clothing. She was probably right in shutting down the sex right now because they’d depleted his store of condoms. His wallet was empty but for a little cash to buy more.
She found her top, which was wadded on the floor halfway under the couch. She put it on and it floated around her upper thighs, which only made him ache for that shadow between.
She snapped her fingers in front of his face. “I’m up here.”
“Mmm, but what’s down here’s important too.” He cupped her pussy and groaned. “Damn, you’re already wet for me.”
She grinned but stepped back, hiding what he wanted under a pair of simple black panties. “I’m talking with an investor about my line of healing oils.”
At that, his brows shot higher. “You’re trying to start your own line?”
“Yes. There’s a lot about medicine that doesn’t need to be so chemical. The earth provides what we need. You,” she looked pointedly at his cock jutting her direction, the head purple with desire, “definitely don’t need Viagara.”
He wanted to throw her down on the couch again and have his way with her, but she had someplace to be and his phone vibrated again. This time he answered. Buck blasted him, “Where the hell are you?”
“Whoa, language, big brother. You’re G rated now, remember? Kids.” West walked to the front of the trailer and unbolted the door. He paused before throwing it open, though. What if the trailer was surrounded by fans? How would he ever get Malou out?
“Two words. Breakfast. Hotel,” Buck bit off.
“Give me ten. Start without me.”
Buck groaned and hung up without a parting goodbye. West pocketed his phone and turned to Malou. “I can’t guarantee what’s out here, L’il Bit.”
“Meaning Paparazzi and half naked girls wanting your autograph?”
“Do I detect a hint of jealousy?”
“I’ll never go blonde for you. Or wear skimpy clothing.”
He pulled her into his embrace and kissed her soundly. “I’d never ask you. I like you the way you are.”
Her smile was all he needed. With that image stamped on his heart, he could take on ten thousand screaming fans and dozens of men wanting to pick fights. Hell, he’d even face a cop or two.
“Get behind me while I open the door. Keep your head down.” He squeezed her hand and put her behind him. “I’m sorry it’s complicated, Lou.”
“That’s you, West. I’ll live with it or I won’t, right?”
He threw her a look over his shoulder. “I hope you’ll live with it. On three. Three, two…”
“One,” she whispered.
He opened the door and cheers greeted them. Sunlight pierced his eyes, and he blinked. Fuck, there had to be about ten cameras out there, including the Rope ‘n Ride crew.
“I’ll distract them while you sneak into the crowd,” he said.
“Like the Pied Piper?”
He grinned crookedly and leaped out into the fray. For a moment, the crowd silenced. Then there were shouts of, “It’s not Lane—it’s West!” Enveloped at once by girls jumping up and down and little kids begging for pictures with their favorite TV star. West got the crowd’s attention aimed away from the door of the trailer
. But as Malou jumped out, one camera guy noticed.
West grabbed the guy’s shoulder and whirled him around. “Leave her alone, asshole,” he ground out.
A strong arm circled his chest, restraining him. Ridge.
“Where the hell’d you come from?” he snapped.
“Figured this is the only place we hadn’t looked. Buck’s been calling you for half an hour.”
“I just talked to Buck.” Wildly, he looked for Malou but didn’t see her. With luck, she wouldn’t face any backlash from this.
“West, who did you spend the night with?” the camera guy asked, in his face now.
His brother barked a laugh. “Now you know why we all had run-ins with the cameras.”
The sea of people seemed to push and heave until West was face-to-face with the reporter he had the least desire to speak to.
“West, will you name the lady you were staying here with overnight?” another person asked, thrusting a microphone in his face.
He growled and clenched his fists. Ridge continued to hold him back, but suddenly a flame of red hair walked into the middle of the group, on the arm of a man with a full head of gray hair and a gray beard. His country attire looked as if it had been tailored to fit him and he’d be more at home on the cover of AARP than with their sister.
But a good thing happened—as soon as the group spotted his prodigal sister, West ceased to matter.
Ridge released him while they surveyed the spectacle Wynonna was making with her new beau. “Wyn loves the spotlight.”
“And apparently she loves wrinkled balls too,” West said.
Ridge made a face. “Jesus, did you have to put that image in my head? Let’s get outta here. She can handle herself.”
As West strode away from the crush of people, he hoped to hell Malou had gotten away unscathed. But more than that he wanted her to remember their fun together and not hold this against him. Because if she couldn’t, he’d have to ask himself if she was really cut out to be the girlfriend of a rodeo reality star?
* * * * *
When Malou walked into the arena and spotted the Calhoun circle, her heart pounded out of her chest. Her feet slowed of their own will. As if her body was demanding she go to the man she’d just spent the night with even if her logical mind told her to run far and fast from the crazy that surrounded him.
