Wild Cowboy Nights

by Katee Robert

  “Sugar—”

  But she was on a roll. “I think I’d like to give you head.”

  The only warning she got was him standing and his grip tightening and then suddenly her world flipped upside down. Jules shrieked, her face barely an inch from the water, her ass in the air. “Adam!”

  He didn’t answer her as he dragged their tubes to the shore and looped the rope around a half-downed tree. He didn’t stop there, though. Adam marched into the trees, not stopping until she could barely hear the faint sounds of their friends talking. Only then did he set her on her feet. She glared. “What the hell?”

  “You wanted everyone to know what we’re up to? Now’s the time.” He grabbed her hand and pressed it to the front of his swim trunks.

  “That’s not…” Her words failed her at the feel of him in her hand, hot and hard through the wet fabric. It felt better than she’d imagined. Take your hand away. This is supposed to be pretend. Take it away right this second. But she didn’t. Instead, she stroked him lightly. “What are we doing?”

  His eyes had gone dark again, turning almost black as he backed her against a tree. “I don’t know.” And then his mouth was on hers.

  She met him halfway, looping one arm around his neck, the other pinned between their bodies. This wasn’t pretend. This wasn’t even on the same planet as pretend. This is a mistake. But the thought was swept away on a tide of desire unlike any she’d ever experienced before. He untied her top and jerked the fabric down, baring her breasts. He kissed his way down to her chest, sucking on first one nipple and then the other, lashing their sensitive tips with his tongue. “Fuck, sugar, I knew I was in trouble the second I saw you in this goddamn excuse for a bikini. So fucking sexy.” His hands were gripping her hips so tightly, it was as if he thought she’d float away if he let go. “And then you go and start talking filthy at me…I’m not a goddamn saint. You want a scandal? We’re about to create one.”

  She tangled her fingers into his hair, holding him against her. “If this is what being scandalized feels like, I’ve been missing out.”

  “Damn straight.” He chuckled against her skin. “I’m going to undo your bottoms right now, sugar. The same rules from the other night apply.”

  As if she was going to do a single thing to keep him from making her come again. If he could nearly make the top of her head explode while they were both wearing all their clothes, how much better would it be with them naked?

  She lifted her hips, a silent invitation he seemed only too happy to accept. Adam met her gaze as he pulled the string loose, letting the fabric slide down her other leg. And then she might as well have been naked. Before reason could reassert why this was a terrible idea, his hand was there between her thighs, a light touch that was more about exploring than domination. He watched her face the entire time as he pushed a single finger into her. The position was almost unbearably intimate, so she closed her eyes, concentrating on the sensations building.

  “You like this, don’t you, sugar? You like knowing that you drove me so fucking crazy that I carted you out here like a wild man. Every single one of them knows what I’m doing to you, and I don’t fucking care. All I can think about is sinking into your wet heat and hearing you come for me again.” He pumped his finger in and out of her, slowly, as if savoring every second of it. “I’m going to taste you here, sugar.”

  She barely had time to process that, and then he was on his knees, lifting her and spreading her thighs, pinning her between his mouth and the tree behind her. He kissed her center the same way he kissed her mouth—as if he owned every part of her. Maybe she’d be worried about that later. Right now all she could do was hang on and try to keep her cries from echoing through the trees around them.

  Chapter Nine

  Adam was totally and completely out of control, and he didn’t give two fucks. He was consumed with driving Jules out of her goddamn mind. He should have known that things would end up this way the second he picked her up. He was so tired of fighting his attraction to her. She obviously wanted him as much as he wanted her.

  It’s just sex. We can stop anytime we want to.

  He’d worry about the fallout later. Right now he had more important things on his mind—Jules’s orgasm. He licked and teased and did his damnedest to drive her as crazy as she’d been driving him since he agreed to this devil’s bargain. Her whimpers and whispered pleas were music to his ears, and he didn’t stop, didn’t slow down, didn’t so much as change his pace until she gave a muffled cry and her entire body went tight. He gave her one last long lick and then gently set her back onto the ground. “That’s how crazy you drive me, sugar.”

  She blinked down at him. “That’s pretty crazy.”

  “Tell me about it.” He climbed to his feet and set about putting her to rights, tying her bikini bottom back into place and reaching for the top.

  Jules grabbed his hands. “Wait, what about you?”

  “What about me?”

  She gave his swim trunks a significant look. “This is the second time you’ve taken care of me and not gotten your own release.”

  He knew that. Hell, he could feel every beat of his heart in his cock, and it was as distracting as the fact she was standing here having this conversation with her breasts bared. “Now’s not the time.” He wasn’t sure there ever would be a time when it was right, because he didn’t trust himself to keep his head on straight, not if he was already reacting this way and he hadn’t even been inside her.

  “Bullshit.”

  He frowned at her. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you swear before.”

  “There’s a time and place. This is both.” She swung around, pushing him against the tree with more strength than he would have anticipated. “Now don’t even try arguing with me, Adam.” Her sunny grin made something in his chest lurch. “I’m about to have my wicked way with you.”

  “Jules—”

  But it was too late. She was on her knees and working off his wet trunks with efficient motions.

  You’re full of shit. It’s not too late. All you have to do is walk away to put a stop to this.

  He didn’t. He didn’t so much as utter a word as she freed his cock, her hum of approval the sexiest thing he’d ever heard. She shot him a look from beneath her lashes. “Now, if you’re still having second thoughts, just close your eyes and think of England.”

  “I’m good.” He wanted every second of this memory etched in his brain. Adam laced his fingers through her long dark hair, pulling it away from her face so he could see everything.

  “Suit yourself.” She took his cock into her mouth, a slow, savoring motion, licking him like he was her favorite kind of ice cream. “Holy wow, Adam—you’re packing some serious heat.”

  There was no appropriate response to that because she took him deeper this time, working him like she had all the time in the world. Watching his cock disappear between her lips did a number on him, the pleasure so intense it was an active fight to keep his eyes open and his body still.

  There was no chance of holding his words in. “That’s it, sugar. Take me deep. You’re making me feel so fucking good I can barely stand it.” That earned him a particularly hard suck, and he temporarily lost the ability to breathe. “Shit. You’re so goddamn lucky I don’t have a condom on me, or I’d be on you in half a second, spreading those sweet thighs and sinking into your wet heat. You want that, sugar, don’t you?”

  She made a sound of agreement, her eyes flashing open to pin him in place.

  “Yeah, I thought so. But you deserve better than to be fucked out in the woods like we’re horny teenagers. I’m going to take you in a bed, where I can have you in every position imaginable.”

  She let go of his cock with a wet sound. “Are you taking requests?”

  How she could joke in this moment when it felt like he was going to burn to ash on the spot was anyo
ne’s guess. He tightened his grip on her hair, not guiding her, just letting her know how close he was to losing it. “I’ll consider it.”

  “I want to be on top.”

  It was a good thing the tree was holding him up, or his knees would have given out. Adam could perfectly picture what it would be like, her tight little body riding him, her breasts bouncing with each stroke, her dark hair everywhere, her eyes giving him the exact same look she was giving him now—the one that said she was having the time of her life and loving every second of it. “I think we can make that happen.”

  “Perfect.” And then she was back, sucking him deep, working him until he had to let go of her hair with one hand and reach above his head to cling to the nearest tree branch.

  “Sugar, if you don’t stop what you’re doing, I’m going to lose it.”

  “Good.” The word was full of feminine satisfaction. She cupped his balls with one hand, her fingers digging into his hip with the other.

  And he was lost. Adam couldn’t keep his eyes open, no matter how hard he tried. He came violently, pumping into her mouth with a curse, and she swallowed down every drop. They were silent for several minutes afterward, Jules resting her head on his thigh and him staring up into the treetops and wondering what the fuck he was going to do.

  Once again, she recovered faster than he did. Jules patted his thigh. “That was most excellent. They definitely know we were up to no good, and if Kelli can keep it to herself, I’ll eat my shoe.” She hopped to her feet and fixed her top. “Do you need a minute?”

  “Ah…no. I’m good.” He’d have to be. Adam pulled his trunks back on, wincing at the feeling of wet fabric against his skin.

  “Cool. We better get back. I’m sure by this point, Aubry’s decided that we’ve been murdered by an alligator or a serial killer or something to do with banjos.”

  How the hell could she be so bouncy when it felt like his entire world had been rocked to the core? Irritation rose at how keen she was to have everyone know exactly what they were just doing, even though he knew he had no right to it. This was what she’d wanted to begin with—scandal.

  Well, oral sex in the woods with a party fifty feet away is pretty fucking scandalous.

  Sheer pride kept him moving as he followed her back to the river. He searched for something to say. “Your friend is an odd one.”

  “We all like what we like. Aubry just likes her space and her computer and weird B horror movies and theories about how the world is going to end in a zombie apocalypse.”

  “Noted.” That sounded weird as fuck to him, but who was he to judge? There were plenty of people that thought climbing on the back of a pissed-off bull was a study in insanity, and he’d done it more times than he could count. The truth was he never felt more alive than that second before the gate snapped open and the animal burst into motion.

  Except for maybe when he was with Jules.

  Damn it.

  He held her tube so she could hop into it and then pushed them both out into the swimming hole. He wasn’t sure what else there was to say. He’d just lost his mind and dragged her into the woods like a crazy person, and then she’d given him the single most devastating blowjob of his life. It wasn’t even the technique—though that had been beyond reproach. It was the fact she seemed to be having such fun while she was doing it. Sex had been a lot of things for him in the past—intense, distracting, toxic—but never fun. He wasn’t sure what to do with fun.

  They paddled around the bend and there was the rest of their party, standing and bullshitting on the minuscule beach. Aubry stood away from the rest of them, her hand shielding the sun from her eyes as she searched—obviously for them. “Jules!”

  “Shit,” Jules muttered. They barely got within reach of the beach when she jumped out of the tube with a splash. “I’m fine. I didn’t get eaten.”

  Quinn crossed over to them and gave Adam a long look. “Are you sure about that?”

  The choked sound Jules made had Aubry zeroing in on her. “Oh, we’re going to have words, and soon.”

  “Great.”

  And then there came Grant, the pinched look around his mouth doing nothing to make Adam feel less like punching his face in. “Took you two long enough. We thought one of your tubes might have popped.”

  Jules’s grin was bright enough to blind. “Nope. Nothing like that.”

  “I…see.” Grant took her in with one long look and then turned the same expression on Adam. “You work fast, don’t you?”

  It didn’t matter that Adam had been feeling kind of shitty about how things just played out. He wasn’t about to have this asshole adding on the guilt. “None of your business.”

  “Oh, I think it is. I’m concerned for Jules.”

  The woman in question inserted herself between them, though Adam couldn’t begin to say which of them she was planning on saving. “Jules is standing right here and can hear you both. Why don’t we get moving? I’m working the second shift and I don’t want to be late.” She didn’t give them a chance to argue, moving back to the tubes, Aubry on her heels. The redhead took Adam’s tube, shooting him a sharp look over her shoulder. A look he fucking deserved.

  Grant and his three chicks headed for the fire pit, leaving Adam and Quinn standing on the beach. Quinn crossed his arms over his chest. “Daniel’s going to kill you.”

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  “You’re not even bothering to lie well when you say that shit.” He shook his head. “I’d get my story straight, and fast, because he’s going to hear about this sooner rather than later. You know how this town works.”

  Yeah, he knew. Nothing stayed secret for long in Devil’s Falls—which had been exactly the point. But if Adam had half a brain in his head, he’d track Jules down tonight and explain nicely to her he couldn’t do this anymore and that he was sorry for taking advantage of her in her obviously unstable emotional state.

  That was the problem, though.

  He wasn’t sorry, and he didn’t want to stop.

  Chapter Ten

  “I thought Adam was your fake boyfriend.”

  Jules had known this was coming the second she got out of Adam’s truck. Frankly, she was surprised Aubry had waited until they were alone to pounce. She moved around the now-closed café, wiping down tables. Her cousin Jamie had already closed the till and taken off for some hot date, so it was just Jules and Aubry and the cats left. “We are.”

  “So you were having fake sex out in nature like horndog apes?”

  She rolled her eyes. “We didn’t have sex.” Because he put on the brakes. She’d been so out of her mind with pleasure, she wasn’t sure she would have been smart enough to call the whole thing off just because there wasn’t a condom handy. And that was downright unforgivable. She wanted to be scandalous—not stupid. And having unprotected sex with a fake boyfriend, no matter how safe Adam made her feel, was stupid beyond belief.

  “But you wanted to have sex.”

  Yes. She did. A lot. More than a lot. Jules scrubbed at a coffee stain in the center of one table, pausing to nudge Ninja Kitteh out of the way when the striped cat came to snoop. “We’re two consenting adults. I don’t see how it matters.”

  “Totally not my point.” Aubry double-checked the lock on the front door and headed for her table.

  “Then, pray tell, what is your point?”

  Her friend frowned. “I’m not judging—not really. That’s not what we do. I just don’t want to see you get hurt because your heart gets involved. That guy might be cool as hell—and he is—but he’s spent a grand total of like a month in Devil’s Falls in the last however many years. A guy like that doesn’t have roots, and your roots are deeper than deep. You’re not leaving this place and he’s not staying.”

  “Don’t project your relationship issues on me.” As soon as the words were ou
t of her mouth, she regretted them. “Oh my God, I’m a horrible friend for saying that. I’m sorry. I’m just so on edge with Grant and Adam and…there’s no excuse. Forgive me?”

  “Always.” Aubry zipped the laptop case closed. “And you’re right. I’m even more of a hot mess than you are when it comes to men. I’m just a Ford tough mama bear who’s feeling protective. If he breaks your heart, I’m liable to set his truck on fire.”

  The scary part was that Jules wasn’t exactly sure if her friend was joking or not. It was a step of crazy that Aubry would never take for herself—if she had, then her asshole ex would definitely have seen the results—but for Jules…yeah, she’d do that and worse. She walked over and hugged her friend. “I love you.”

  “I know. I love you, too. Just…be careful.”

  “I will. I promise.” Even as she said the words, she knew they weren’t the full truth. When it came to Adam, she was on a roller coaster and the safety brakes were gone. There was only one possible outcome, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. It would be one heck of a ride before she crashed and burned.

  “No, you won’t, but that’s okay.” Aubry stepped back. “Do you have a hot date tonight, too, or can we please shoot some people? I have so much pent-up aggression after spending the afternoon trapped on that horrid body of water with the biggest asshat in town.”