He felt her swallow hard.
“Bend over and brace yourself.”
Georgia flattened her palms on the wall, making her body into a ninety-degree angle.
Goddamn she looked beautiful. He ran his hands up her spine and across the compact line of her shoulders. There was just one problem. He slid his hands into her hair and tugged her head up. “Better. Stay like that.”
She glanced over her shoulder at him, not defiantly, but warily. “Why?”
“I’m gonna need to see your face, sweetness. See if you like what I’m doin’ to you.”
“And if I don’t?” she asked softly.
“Then tell me to stop and I will.”
Georgia broke eye contact first.
Tell let his hands roam over her. Never staying too long in one place. Rubbing. Stroking. Petting. Building the tension. He finally gave in and smacked her left butt cheek.
“Oh.” She dropped her chin to her chest and seemed to gather herself. Then she raised her head, ready for the next one.
But Tell had no intention of dragging this out or making her count the strokes. He swatted her ass with hard, fast strokes. By the time he finished, Georgia had been pushing back into him for each spank. Her breathing came in short pants and she whimpered softly. Sexily.
Slapping his hands on the wall above hers, Tell caged her body beneath his.
Georgia cranked her head around to get at his mouth. Kissing him crazily. Hot flashing tongue, lips shifting on his as she tried to swallow him whole.
That buzz of need became louder and louder until Tell had to force himself to stop kissing her. “I gotta know… Are you wet?”
“Yes,” she practically sobbed. “I never knew it could be like that… God. That was nothing like the spankings I got as a kid.”
He released a strangled laugh.
She rolled her spine against his chest, pressing her ass into his groin. “Please. I feel like I’m about to burst.”
After one last nip to her nape, Tell pushed upright. Then he tugged on her shoulders and spun her back into the wall, again trapping her body beneath his. “I want you in my mouth.”
“Yes.”
Another soft pass of his lips over hers. “And I want your mouth on me.”
“Oh.” A pause as his intent became clear, then, “Oh!”
“Lift your arms.” As soon as she did, Tell whisked off the lacy camisole and filled his hands with her breasts. He pressed kisses from her mouth, down her throat, between her cleavage, lowering himself to his knees, continuing his southerly progression, only stopping when he reached the waistband of her jeans. Stopping to marvel that this beautiful woman was sharing so much with him besides her body.
“Tell?”
“Mmm. Sorry. Just takin’ a minute to admire the view.”
“Ah. Could you admire and take my jeans off faster? Because you’ve got me all kinds of worked up.”
Smirking at her, he fingered the button before his thumb flicked it open. Then he worked her zipper down slowly. Such a fucking rush, watching the heated impatience warming those icy-blue eyes.
Georgia lifted a brow. “Remember that whatever you do to me, I do to you—the exact same way.”
He laughed and yanked her pants to her ankles. “Step outta them shoes.” After she kicked them and her jeans aside, he placed his mouth over her mound. Tonguing her clit through the silky fabric. Breathing in the scent of her arousal. Snaking his tongue beneath the elastic to taste her.
“God. Do that about a hundred more times, won’t you?”
“In a minute.” She really got squirmy when her panties were gone and no barriers remained between them. He slid his hands up the inside of the thighs, intending to spread her open for a little kiss, when Georgia clamped her hands around his face and her legs shut.
“Huh-uh. My turn. Stand up so I can strip you.” She smirked. “And play with you a little.” When he was on his feet, she pushed him against the wall.
Jesus.
Georgia attacked the buttons on his shirt. Once it hung open, her hands were everywhere on his chest. The way her nails scraped down his pectorals hardened his nipples and his cock, making it damn hard to swallow. She swirled her finger inside his belly button. She traced each rib. She outlined every cut muscle. With her tongue. Oblivious to the way his body shook, she played with his nipples. Sucking, biting. Twisting with just the tips of her fingers.
Generally driving him out of his fucking mind, which he probably deserved.
She knelt at his feet and said, “Gimme your heel so I can take off your boot.”
“That’s okay, I can do it.”
“You’ll either let me do it, or that big cock of yours isn’t going in my mouth.”
A little shocked by her vehemence, Tell lifted his foot. “Who made you boss?”
“You just did.” She cupped her hand around the bootheel and pulled up. “Next.”
This was weird. And thank God he’d put on clean sweat socks today. Ever since he was a kid, he’d been self-conscious about his smelly feet. He reached down to pull her up before she could get a whiff, but she slithered out of his grasp.
“I mean it, Tell, knock it off. You keep your hands on the wall and let me do this.”
“Why?”
“Because I want to.”
“What if I can’t?”
“What’s the problem?”
Be honest. “Because…fuck. My feet smell like something goddamn died in my boots, okay? I don’t want you…”
Georgia merely blinked at him as she tugged off his sock. Then she bent down and…
No. Holy mother of God, no…
She licked his foot, straight across the knuckles of his toes. Twice. Then she slipped her tongue between the webbing of each toe. Twice.
Fuck. His knees damn near buckled. He just about shot in his jeans. Who knew that was so erotic? And goddamn she turned an embarrassing moment into something so sweet and hot.
Tell didn’t protest when she removed his other sock. But he was in no way prepared for when Georgia licked and sucked on his toes. Who knew an invisible line ran from his feet to his balls? Every lick felt like she had her tongue on his sac.
Enough.
When she rose to her knees, he grabbed her biceps and hauled her up so they were nose to nose. “Your pussy in my face. Now.”
“Uh. Okay.”
He picked her up and carried her into the living room, setting her on the reclining chair.
Georgia’s eyes were enormous and brimming with heat. He stripped off his jeans and boxers. His gaze encompassed the reclining chair as he walked toward her.
“Should that wild look in your eyes scare me, cowboy?”
“Only if you’re not flexible enough for the way I wanna try this. But I saw you doin’ them cheerleading jumps, so I don’t think it’s gonna be an issue, bendy girl.”
“Now you’ve got my attention.” Her eyes ran the length of his body and zeroed in on his cock. “But then, you’ve had it since the instant I saw you tonight.”
“That right?” Tell set his palms on the cushiony armrest and kissed her. “Remember when you said you’d take me any way you could get me? Inside, outside, upside down? Well, sweetness, we’re about to test that last one.” He patted her thigh. “Spin around so your head is in the seat and your legs are on the backrest.
She shot him a crooked grin and flipped around.
And motherfuck if it didn’t make his mouth water, seeing her legs splitting into a V, showing that juicy pussy. He grabbed a pillow off the couch and nestled it behind her butt.
With the recliner back a click, her head hung off the edge of the seat and her legs were splayed around the sides of the chair.
Georgia’s breath caught when Tell widened his stance and rested on his forearms on the arm rests. Then he put his mouth on her wet sex.
She moaned.
He could feel her ragged breath on his shaft. The first tentative lick. The wet heat of her mouth enc
losing the tip. Then her fingernails raking up the insides of his thighs to reach his balls.
Christ. He was not gonna last.
Without the use of his hands, he had to get creative with his tongue and lips and teeth on her pussy. When he pulled back from jamming his tongue in that creamy channel, he let his five o’clock shadow lightly graze her clit.
That caused her to arch, which sent his cock all the way into her throat.
Don’t come.
Georgia clutched the outside of his thighs, setting the pace of how deep and how fast she’d take him. And holy crap could she take him deep in this position.
He lapped at her clit. Swirled his tongue around it. Flicked it, teased it until her legs shook and her belly muscles tightened. She was close.
And thank you, Jesus, because he didn’t know how much longer he could hold off. With her jacking motions and the saliva from her wet mouth making his cock so slippery and ready to blow.
Tell zeroed in on that swollen pearl. His face was coated with her juices, and as he licked that swollen nub, his tongue still sought out more of her creamy taste.
Never enough. He’d never get enough of this woman.
She nearly arched off the chair when she hit her peak.
His cock had slipped out of her mouth as she wailed a long stream; the only discernible word was his name. Her pussy spasmed against his mouth with such strong pulses he wanted to roar with pride that he’d brought her to this point.
With just his mouth. Heh heh.
Tell nuzzled the inside of her thigh and the top of her mound as the orgasm wound down. Wishing he could use his hands to stroke and soothe her as well.
Then that wonderful, wet, sucking mouth was on his cock again. Focused on the head while her fingers stroked his balls and shaft. When he pumped his hips, she moved her hand faster.
That spark of release began in the base of his spine and traveled up, slowly, like a roller coaster climbing that first hill. His stomach was tight; his ass was clenched waiting for that first drop…and then bam. Plummeting into a chasm of dark pleasure. Come shooting out the end of his dick in hot bursts, and a thick tongue swallowing and a soft muscle milking the head until he had nothing left. Not seed. Not breath. Not sanity.
Whoo-ee.
After he’d realized his arms were quaking, he stood.
His head was still spinning, his heart still thumping, and he glanced down at Georgia to see the same dazed look on her face. Her upside-down face.
Then she grinned at him and waggled her eyebrows.
In that moment he knew this woman was everything he’d ever wanted.
When she spun around, he hauled her into his arms, giving her flirty kisses and a slap on the ass. “You.” Kiss. “Knocked.” Kiss. “My.” Kiss. “Socks.” Kiss. “Off.”
“Actually, I pulled them off, but I’ll take the compliment, sexy beast that you are.” She smoothed her hands over his chest. “So are we okay? Is there anything else that happened this week that I need to explain?”
“No. I meant what I said, Georgia. I should’ve come to you first, instead of showin’ up all pissed off after the fact.”
“Is that an apology for throwing me over your shoulder and hauling me out of the Golden Boot?”
He flashed his teeth in a predatory smile. “Nope. I’m not sorry about that at all. I shouldn’t have been so pigheaded about callin’ you either.” He brushed her wild strands of hair back in place. “I’m not good at this datin’ stuff. I’ve always claimed I don’t like playing games, but it appears that’s what I was doin’ with you. Testing you to see if you really wanted to see me after the reunion. Waitin’ to see if you called me first.” His cheeks burned. “I know. What am I? Fourteen? That was just fuckin’ stupid.”
“It’s sort of unsettling that we both keep reverting to adolescent behavior.”
Somehow Tell kept himself from making farting noises. Although Georgia probably would’ve laughed. “I’ll try harder.”
“Me too.”
“Now how about if we get cleaned up, pop some popcorn and make out on the couch for a little while before I have to go home?” He saw disappointment in her eyes. “I’m sorry. I can’t stay tonight. Can you come to my place?”
“No. I have to leave early for the two-day rodeo in Evanston.”
“I wish I could go with you.” Sometimes being a rancher sucked ass. “But I promise I’ll have a fun surprise planned for when you get back.”
“Fun,” she repeated. “Should I be scared?”
“Probably.”
Chapter Twenty-One
“Miniature golf,” Georgia repeated.
“Yep.”
“You want me to play mini golf with you?”
“Yep.”
“That’s your big, fun surprise?”
He grinned. “Come on. Admit you weren’t expecting that.”
“Uh, no. And I’ll admit I don’t know why you picked it.”
“Because you need fun in your life. And as the McKay who’s been called the ambassador of fun, aka the boy who won’t grow up, I have much better ideas on how to have fun—with our clothes on—than you do.”
As flip as his answer sounded, Georgia read between the quips. “Do your cousins call you that because they believe you’re out having fun all the time, while they’re tied down with wives and kids? Do any of them know how hard you work on the ranch? Or how much time you volunteer to the community? Or how much time you spend helping out your immediate family? If anyone deserves to cut loose, it’s you.”
His beautiful smile faded and she wanted to kick her own butt for causing it.
“Tell. I’m sorry. It’s none of my business.”
He curled his hand around the side of her face. “I’m surprised by what you pick up on that most people, even my own family, don’t. The truth is, there wasn’t a lot of fun in my house growing up, so I learned to make my own. That way when I was away from home, I couldn’t blame anyone but myself for how things played out. Havin’ fun didn’t come natural, as my brothers can attest. Dalton is better at cutting loose than Brandt is, just because he’s younger and I could beat it into him.”
She laughed softly, even when a little pain had lodged below her heart.
“So what do ya say? A trip to Spearfish for putt-putt golf and a steak dinner?”
“How could I resist?”
After the ninth hole out of eighteen, Georgia realized why she never played mini golf: because she sucked at it.
She sighed and smacked the crap out of her stupid pink ball, and it bounced out of the stupid maze into the stupid grass.
“Ah, sweetness? That was your eleventh stroke. Why did you hit it so hard?”
“Because I was hoping the ball would blow up so I didn’t have to finish this dumb game.”
He grinned and his damn dimples winked at her.
Argh. She wanted to whack the golf club against the wooden bridge out of pure frustration. How could Mr. Mini Golf Pro Tell have such a great disposition when she was having a lousy time?
Then those devilish dimples were right in her face. “Such a sexy pout.”
“I’m not pouting.”
“Yes, you are. Want me to tickle a smile out of you again?”
Georgia swung the golf club like a baseball bat and snarled.
Tell held up his hands in surrender and backed off. “Okay, I’d rather see you pout than let you brain me with a putter because I’m winning.” His lips twitched. “So let’s see if we can’t make the game more interesting.”
“How? Are you gonna let me turn that replica gold-miner’s shack into a real fire trap when I throw a match on the roof?”
He sighed. “Ever notice you have violent tendencies when you’re not winning?”
“Who likes losing?”
“It’s a game. It’s supposed to be fun. F-u-n, Georgia. Spell it with me.”
“F-u-c-k your f-u-n, McKay.”
The man busted a gut, which made it impossible to sta
y mad at him. She smiled. “Fine. What’s your suggestion for f-u-n?”
“Since you went thirty-seven strokes over in the first round, let’s make the extra strokes…count in the second game.”
This could be entertaining. “I’m listening.”
“Every penalty stroke—meaning anything over six shots per hole—will earn you a penalty when we get home.”
“What kind of penalty?”
“A hard smack on your butt. You across my knee. Bare-assed.” He shrugged and tossed the neon-green golf ball in the air and caught it. “I’d probably tie your hands. Maybe even gag you.”
Gulp. “And what about you?”
A smirk. “Same deal.”
“But that’s not fair! You haven’t had a single hole over three strokes this entire game!”
“Then you’d better concentrate, hadn’t you? If you don’t want your ass smarting come morning.” He plundered her mouth with a toe-curling kiss. “You can ask for my assistance at any time. Because, hot lips, you’re gonna need all the help you can get. I am so lookin’ forward to meting out your penalties.”
Hah! She’d show him. She’d win this damn game. Or at least keep herself from getting a minimum of nine butt slaps.
That’s when Georgia started to have fun. Tell teased her endlessly. Trash-talked her at every hole. Copped a feel whenever possible. Snuck kisses. Touched her just because he always had to be touching her. Which was really hot. He touched her in a way that was sweet to her, but held the back the fuck off she’s mine vibe to any guy giving her a once-over.
By the time they reached the last hole, she’d had a miraculous improvement in her golf game. Only three penalty strokes, which Tell offered to waive if she gave his cock three long, thorough strokes. With her mouth.
Heckuva deal, in her opinion.
At Applebee’s, Tell insisted on sitting on the same side of the booth as her. She ordered a dirty-girl lemonade and he opted for Crown and water.
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