Trouble With a Cowboy

by Sullivan, Sandy

  One hand wrapped in her hair, tugging her head back.

  "Kissin' you is fabulous too. I love the way your mouth molds to mine."

  "You talk too much, Tucker."

  A warm chuckle left his lips as his eyes sparkled like blue diamonds in the faint glow of the light outside. Crisp hair brushed against her nipples, pulling them into tight little nubs.

  He tugged her hand, pulling her back with him until they stopped at the end of his bed.

  A groan passed his lips with the brush of her hand against the bulge of his cock pulsating against her abdomen. "You're killin' me, darlin'."

  "Make sure you stay alive long enough to slide this impressive piece deep enough to make me come."

  "No problem. I got it covered," he murmured.

  They fell across the bed in a tangle of arms, legs and seeking lips. With one hand on his shoulder, she pushed him onto his back to skim her tongue down his torso. She nipped at the button of his nipple, bringing a hearty moan to the surface of his mouth."You're gonna pay for torturing me."

  "Mmm. Really? I'm looking forward to it." She smiled against his skin.

  Seconds later, she followed the trail of hair from his chest with her tongue, over his six-pack abs, to the head of his cock. One drop of pre-cum glistened on the tip, tempting her to taste, enticing her with the smell of sex and man lingering on his skin. Saliva filled her mouth. Swiping her tongue from root to tip had him lifting his hips. She swirled her tongue around the head before she took him fully in her mouth. Groans of need spilled from his lips with each pass over him until he pulled her up and flipped her over. His left hand pinned both of hers above her head.

  "No fair teasing me."

  "All's fair in love and sex."

  "So, you won't mind if I torment you for a bit, eh?" The rough pad of his tongue slipped over her cheek to her ear. Teeth nipped at her earlobe. Goose bumps skittered across her flesh. The tender, ultra-sensitive spot below her ear became the focus of his attention. Toes curls, thighs parted, wetness seeped out of her pussy to coat the inside of her underwear. She wanted him, needed him with every fiber of her being.

  "Tucker, please."

  "No rush. We have all night."

  His mouth closed over her left nipple and she almost flew apart from the sensation of his tongue sliding over the aching tip.

  "Look at me, Jacie."

  She opened her eyes to find him hovering over her. The blue of his gaze was almost encompassed by the dilated pupils.

  "Don't ever think I don't want you. You can turn me inside out with a simple look. Being good at sex all depends on who you're with. I think you and I together will be damned good."

  The hot length of his cock pressed against her thigh. There was no mistaking his arousal. Need spiraled, burning a path from her nipples to her clit and every inch in between he touched. He'd said she turned him inside out, well he could melt butter with his smile. When he touched her—holy shit!

  "Stop thinking. Just feel."

  The roughness of his palm chafed her nipple. Damn, did it feel heavenly. His lips brushed down her throat. His tongue found her rapid pulse, flicking it for a second before continuing down her chest, past her belly button ring, to settle between her thighs. Anticipation zipped down her spine. Expectation of the feel of his tongue on her clit made her whimper under her breath. Raymond never wanted to do this for her and didn't care whether she got pleasure out of their love making or not.

  Stop thinking. Let him do this for you.

  With the first brush of his tongue, the whimper she'd trapped in her throat, rushed past her lips. He licked from pussy to clit in one long stroke. Need pulled tight, centering right where he focused the tip of his talented tongue. Several swirls over her clit had heat rushing from her toes through her belly. Her climax hit her like the crash of waves against jagged rocks as his name spilled from her lips in a cry.

  A warm kiss to the inside of her thigh brought her back down on a sigh. The flick of his tongue at her belly button ring forced a stifled giggle from her lips. She never knew that particular spot could be an erogenous zone, but it apparently was.

  "Laughing while a man is making you feel good, doesn't help his ego you know," he murmured as he reached her lips.

  "You playing with my ring made me giggle."

  "I love those things. They are a major turn-on for me."

  "Well, your tongue there is a major turn-on for me."

  The smooth head of his cock bumped at her center.

  "Really? I guess I'll have to play there more often then."

  Wiggling her hips brought him closer still. "You do have a condom, right?"

  "Of course. I didn't want to get caught with my pants down and no protection."

  She skimmed her palm down his chest, across his rigid abdomen and encircled his cock. "Want me to put it on?"

  "I think I'll take care of it."

  A silver-wrapped package appeared from where, she didn't know and didn't care.

  "Ribbed, huh?"

  "Uh-huh. A little extra sensation never hurt anything."

  With the condom in place, he eased inside her. They groaned in unison. The slick slide of his cock and the feel of the ribbing brought her desire spiraling to the surface again. God, he felt good.

  He pulled her left leg up on his hip as she wound the other onto his right. She locked her ankles behind him as he lifted his chest, changing the depth of his penetration to unbelievable. The cradle of her pelvis fit perfectly against his. His hips rocked, sliding his cock deep inside her. The rhythm of his thrusts drove her to the brink and held her there. Breathes came out in a rapid pant as blood rushed in her ears, blocking out everything except Tucker from her thoughts. She tried to urge him on with the pressure of her heels against his ass, but he refused to speed up. If he wanted her to beg, beg she would.

  "Faster."

  "Easy."

  "No, now. Hard. Fast."

  The growl coming from his mouth notched her desire higher. Shifting his hips, he slammed his groin against hers. The sounds of flesh slapping flesh, the smell of sex in the air and the rush of feelings growing inside her heart, had her choking on tears—tears she would never let him see.

  "Come with me, Jacie."

  His words drove her past caring. Heat rushed through her, spiking hard on her clit. The brush of his thumb on the sensitive nub pushed her into her climax.

  Her name on his lips when he followed her over the edge, clutched at her heart.

  * * * *

  His breathing slowed while Tucker buried his nose in her neck. The scent of her unique perfume wrapped itself around his heart, squeezing until he almost lost his sanity.

  What in the hell just happened? I've never shot my load so quick and still wanted more.

  He rolled onto his side and tucked her next to him. Her head rested on his chest as her fingers played in the dark hair beneath her hand.

  "You okay?" he asked.

  "Perfect. You are one hell of a lover."

  "Thanks." He eased his fingers over her shoulder and down her spine. "I think."

  "It was meant to be a compliment."

  "Have you had several?" Not sure why he asked that, he frowned and slid to her side.

  "No, but you are by far the best so far."

  So far?

  "Hmm?"

  "We should start the heater. It's going to be mighty cold in a few minutes without clothes on, no blankets and no heat."

  "True." Slipping out of the bed, he moved toward the thermostat on the wall to flick it on. The heater fired up with a whoosh. "Scoot over, darlin' and we'll pull the covers up. The heater will have it warm in here in a short time, but I'd rather have your skin next to mine for the night."

  One dimple appeared in her left cheek with her smile. Her hair lay in a cloud around her shoulders, making his fingers itch to bury themselves in the thick strands. The gold flecks in her eyes fascinated him. What changed her mind about them having sex, he wasn't sure, but he would tak
e full advantage. Their bodies fit perfect together. Her desire matched his. He loved how he could make her scream his name. Her pussy gripped him tight when he slid deep. God, how good it felt. Heaven could only describe the feeling of being buried deep inside her warmth.

  "Under the covers you go," he said, sliding in beside her and pulling the thick comforter over both of them. "Ah. Now this is perfect." He wrapped one arm around her shoulders to pull her against his side.

  "Have you ever been married?"

  "Where did that come from?"

  She shrugged her shoulders and kissed his chest. "Curiosity. I don't know much about you is all."

  "My full name is Tucker Alan Marshall. I'm thirty-two. No, I've never been married. Close, but we didn't make it to the altar."

  "Why not?"

  Silence filled the air for a moment as he had to decide how much he wanted to reveal to her. "You don't have to tell me, if you don't want to."

  "I found out about a week before the wedding, she only wanted my money, not me. I knew Darla liked pretty things—expensive things, but it didn't really hit me until I got a phone call from where she'd purchased her wedding dress. They couldn't quite understand why I adamantly refused to pay the five thousand dollar outstanding bill."

  "Wow," she murmured. "It must suck having to worry about those types of women all the time."

  "Yeah, it does. Your turn."

  "Jacie Margaret Hawkins. Twenty-eight. Been driving eighteen-wheelers for five years now."

  "What made you want to drive trucks?"

  "My parents and my non-traditional woman personality. I didn't fit into their mold of what they thought a young woman should be. I wanted independence. You know, no one telling me what to do. I did two years of college, and it was enough to make me realize I didn't want to sit behind a desk."

  "How come you never married?"

  Her fingers twirled in the hair on his chest as her warm breath washed over his skin, leaving behind the need to fuck her again.

  "I haven't found the right guy yet. I need someone who won't try to change me. He has to be okay with me the way I am. I'm just me. What about you? Where are your parents? Any siblings?"

  "My parents live in Houston in a small house they've had since before my birth. I have two siblings. One sister and one brother. Both are married and live near our parents."

  "So you didn't come from a money background, huh?"

  "No. They had enough for us to live, but not any extra. My dad worked in a factory until he couldn't anymore. My mom is a housewife. I take care of them now, but it's not easy. My father resents me giving them money. His retirement and social security for both of them, won't pay the bills even though I paid off their house several years ago."

  "Money can make people do things they wouldn't normally do or say things they don't mean."

  "What a very wise woman, you are." Silence enveloped them for a few moments. "Do you have siblings?"

  "Yeah, three sisters. Four brothers."

  "Big family. You said you're from Tennessee."

  "Yep. My folks own a place out there, but I have my own small house. I'm not home much so there's no use having big digs. You know. I park my rig at my parents when I'm home." A huge yawn opened her mouth. "Wow. I'm sorry. I didn't realize how tired I am."

  "Sleep. You need your rest," he whispered against her hair while his fingers danced on her arm.

  The trailer warmed up nicely. Within moments, he heard soft snoring coming from the woman lying on his chest. He smiled. Normally, he wanted to get far away from all females after he had sex with them, but Jacie was different. She didn't ask for anything from him and he knew she never would. The way she'd fought him over the tires in Littleton, proved her animosity for taking something from anyone without paying for it. Her independence meant everything to her. Obviously she wore her pride like a cloak. Her smile warmed his heart. The need he felt for her scared the shit out of him. Having sex with her felt right and perfect. He hadn't really thought she would give in so easily, but she had, opening like a morning glory when the sun warmed its petals. Hell, sex with the same woman more than once never happen to him very often. He avoided entanglements like the plague, but here he was, all tangled up with a free thinking, take-no-shit-off-nobody, quick witted woman who made him think more than twice about her and how perfectly she fit him.

  I need to get those thoughts right out of my head. The last thing I need is a woman in my life on anything more than a temporary basis.

  The rounds of events he needed to attend during the rodeo surfaced in his mind. "Mmm. I do need someone to be the little eye candy on my arm in Vegas for all those parties and hobnobbing with the PBR bigwigs. Who better than a woman who doesn't like being arm candy, but who can stop a man in his tracks when she's all dolled up?"

  Chapter Six

  The warmth of the skin beneath her cheek lulled Jacie into a peaceful, half-dreamlike state. It had been so long since she'd cuddled with a man. It felt foreign, but nice. The rough pad of his fingers crawled over her arm leaving goose bumps rose in their wake. Morning daylight peeked through the curtain, lighting the room slowly.

  "You awake?" he whispered.

  "Uh-huh." She rolled over to stretch her arms above her head. "What time is it?"

  "About six-thirty."

  "We should get up and get rollin'. If we don't have to stop much today, we can probably spend the night in Flagstaff." She flipped the comforter off and squealed when the cold air hit her skin. "Damn, it's cold in here."

  Tucker laughed. "You could have stayed under here with me where it's warm until I kicked on the heater again. The thermostat is set to go down at midnight to sixty."

  "Well turn it up. It's freezing in here. My nipples are gonna fall off," she said rubbing her arms trying to warm them up a little while she looked for her clothes. The T-shirt she'd worn to bed and her underwear lay in a pile on the floor near the closet.

  "I doubt it, but it might be interesting to see," he replied with a chuckle.

  He jumped out of the bed and cussed at the cold, making her laugh. The heater kicked on with a touch of his finger to the thermostat. Clothes flew in several different directions while he tried to find something to wear.

  "How far is it to go all the way through to Vegas?"

  She slipped her T-shirt over her head. "Sin City is another five hours or so on the other side of Flag."

  "It would be doable to go clear through then, right?"

  "No, not hauling animals. They have to get out to stretch. There aren't too many places we can let them out, but we have to. Plus, we'll be hitting weigh stations and stopping for food. We won't need gas again since we filled up before, but we might want to top off in Flag. It's best we stop there." As she wiggled into her underwear, she shot a look at Tucker when she heard a soft hiss. Lust darkened the ice blue of his eyes and his hands curled into fists at his sides.

  "I'll bow to your expertise."

  The mirror behind him gave her a clear view of his naked ass while he pulled up his jeans. Commando, huh. Mmm…interesting. I love a cowboy who goes commando. The reflection also showed her the wicked grin on her lips and the delicate arch of her eyebrow over her right eye.

  Tucker turned to see what she was looking at and grinned when he noticed the mirror behind him.

  "You had a nice view, huh?"

  "Oh, yeah. Very nice, but we need to get a move on," she said, changing the subject. Falling into bed with him could be a real possibility if they didn't get going.

  "Damn woman. Are you always such a slave driver?"

  "Yep, with a load onboard, I do. Move your ass cowboy or I'm leavin' you behind," she said, brushing past him as she moved out into the main living area of the trailer. "There is a God." Coffee had already been started automatically sometime in the last hour. She found two mugs and poured some in each as she eyed her cat dozing in the mussed fold-out bed she'd only used for a short time the night before. While he finished dressing, she put everything
away so she could fold the couch back into a sitting area.

  "Cream and sugar are to your left if you need it," he called from the bedroom.

  "How do you take yours?"

  "Black."

  "Typical cowboy," she grumbled under her breath to Macy as she strolled toward her.

  "What did you say?"

  "Nothin'." Coffee had become a staple of her life since she started driving trucks, but she couldn't handle it black.

  "You are an angel," he said taking the cup from her hand.

  "I didn't make it. You must have already had the coffeepot set up." She sipped the hot liquid fast so they could get moving.

  "It's on a timer, but you poured it for me." He took two or three sips and grinned. "Nectar of the gods."

  "All right. Enough dillydallying. We're burnin' daylight." The door popped open with a flick of her wrist as she grabbed her coat off the rack by the door. "I'll get my mare so I can load her first. I can back the trailer into the paddock there. We can drive the bull into the trailer once it's set."

  "If we throw some hay into the rack, he'll go in without any trouble."

  "Good. The easier, the better."

  The front door of Phillip's house opened and he rolled out onto the porch. She raised her hand to wave, but he ignored her. I guess I've burned this bridge. Her mare whinnied from the stall. "I know you're ready to get out of here, huh, baby girl." The horse bobbed her head pushing against her shoulder. "Let's blow this popsicle stand." She flipped the latch on the stall to lead her mare out to the trailer. Brandy loaded without any trouble, just like Jacie knew she would. Now, the bull…he could be something totally different. The only bulls she knew were ornery and difficult to work with, but she had to trust Tucker knew what he was doing.

  Once she'd loaded Macy and climbed up into the cab of her truck, she started the engine and slipped it into reverse. The trailer moved right where she wanted the back—exactly between the fence posts, giving the bull nowhere to go but inside the trailer. Tucker threw some hay inside the bin and with a clomp of his hooves, the bull took his spot as Tucker shut the door behind him.