The Roper (Rodeo Nights)

by Moore, Fancy

  Unable to hold back any longer, he went for it and brushed his lips lightly over hers.

  “I like you Casey,” he mumbled, feeling her warmth, smelling her scent wash over him.

  “Casey,” Jody called moving closer to them.

  “In a minute,” she answered, pulling away from him.

  “We need to do something together soon,” he said looking at her.

  “We just did,” she whispered, her hand softly touching the stubble on his cheek.

  “Not enough, Casey. No where close to what I want from you.”

  He watched as she walked away from him. A taste was all he had of her and it wasn’t anywhere near enough. Tonight was the roundup party at the bar. If she wasn’t there he’d go looking for her. He didn’t know what it was about her but she was different from the other women he’d had. When she’d touched his face he dam near purred for her.

  CHAPTER THREE

  Dale Brownly, Bobby’s long time friend, was a bull rider, and he had the attitude to prove it. With a cocky grin, he whistled at the server, and sure as shit she came trotting over with a smile. The two men ordered their drinks, and Bobby wondered at women. Some say it was insulting to be whistled at, yet they responded to it everytime. The waitress came back with their drinks, and refused his money when Bobby offered it up. “From the woman three tables over,” she said.

  Looking over, Bobby’s body tightened and he sat up a little straighter. Casey was smiling at him, her eyes twinkling. She raised the glass in her hand and he smiled, lifting his glass to her. Tomorrow was an off day then they’d pack up and leave for the next city on the circuit, so pretty much everyone form the rodeo was in the bar that night. He’d been there for dinner and a few beers almost every night, but Bobby had never seen Casey there before, and he took this to mean it would be a good night for him.

  “What’s that about?” Dale asked.

  “Casey,” he said. “I need the room tonight. You can sleep with Jody.”

  “You’re confident,” Dale said. “Every bull rider on the circuit has chased that lady for the last two months, and she shoots them all down.”

  Something unfamiliar tangled in Bobby’s gut. “You too?”

  “Yeah, I made a pass last year. Couldn’t even get the time of day out of her.”

  “I know her, even spent some time with her,” he said thinking about the early morning ride to the lake. “She’s mine.”

  He leaned back on his chair, long muscled legs stretched out in front of him as he watched her dance with the other barrel racers. Seven women line dancing, all wiggling their asses and kicking up their heels, but he only had eyes for her.

  Long black hair tumbled down her back, a riot of curls bouncing in time to the music. Damn, he never wanted anything as much as he wanted her. He could almost feel her hair brushing over his chest as she rode him like she did her horse. She caught his eye, turned and wiggled her sweet little ass at him. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her. The next thing he knew the music changed and she was in the arms of some bull rider.

  “You’re too late,” Dale said.

  “Night’s still young,” he said with a casualness he didn’t feel.

  The bull rider was holding her too close, rubbing against her, and it was Bobby could do not to get up there and tear her outta the guys arms. When she started struggling with him, trying to get away, Bobby stopped fighting himself and quickly walked over to them. His hand on the bull rider’s shoulder, he squeezed, hard. “Cutting in.”

  The guy gave started to give him attitude, but stepped back when he say the look in Bobby’s eyes.

  “Thank you,” Casey smiled up at Bobby as he took her in his arms. Her pulse was pounding at the base of her throat and her arms held him tight.

  “You okay?” he asked. She nodded yes. “Never better.”

  He pulled her close to his side and walked her back to her table.

  Back at his table Bobby waved the server over, dropped some bills on her tray. “Whatever the ladies are having,” he motioned to their table.

  He enjoyed a few more drinks with the guys, laughing, joking, and talking about scores and horses. It was getting late when he finally made his way back over to Casey’s table and asked her to dance again. “You’re the perfect gentleman,” she said, her voice soft, sending heat through his body.

  “Not really,” he said smiling down at her, pulling her tight up against him. “I have a problem.”

  “Really? What would that be?” she said pulling away from him just a bit so she could meet his gaze.

  “You. You’re driving me crazy with that sweet smile and tight little body,” he whispered, pulling her closer again, making sure she felt how hard he was.

  Her hand slid down his back and over his ass, where she gently squeezed. Just a little bit, but it was more than enough to encourage him. “Fresh air,” he groaned pulling her outside and around the corner from the door.

  His hand tangled in her thick soft hair as he pulled her head back, and slammed his mouth down on hers. Her arms went around him and she kissed him back. Parting her lips and letting him in so he could kiss her the way he had wanted to since the first time he saw her. His tongue brushed hers, then stroked, demanding even more as she continued to give him everything he dreamed of.

  He pulled back, trying to catch his breath. “Spend the night with me, Casey.”

  Wide eyes, filled with passion stared up at him. She licked her bottom lip and he bit back a groan of need. “Maybe,” she whispered.

  He had the urge to beg, but he didn’t.

  Grabbing her hand he walked her around the back of building, moving her into the shadows up against the wall. When they had more privacy he pressed against her and went back to kissing her. It didn’t take long before the heat between them was blazing out of control. He pulled the snaps on her shirt open, stared at the tiny red lace bra that wasn’t covering much, and groaned his pleasure.

  “I want you, Casey,” he growled, pulling her small breast up over the top of her sexy red lace bra. Tonguing her sweet little nipple, he watched it stand at attention.

  His lips slid over her nipple, sucked then tugged. Loosening her jeans, his hand went between her legs. She stiffened, then relaxed almost immediately. Almost like she was talking herself into it.

  “Here,” he groaned, “or all night in my motel room?”

  “Neither,” she whispered. “I have to go.”

  “No,” he said, his lips claiming hers for a quick, soft, kiss. He’d thought about what he was doing, what he dreamed about doing to her and with her ever since he’d first laid eyes on her. Her body fit perfect to his and it had been a while since he’d felt a woman’s hands on him.

  His head bent, he nipped her nipple again, a little harder this time. She held him tighter, and he really didn’t want to let her go.

  “Casey,” he whispered, liking the sound of her name.

  “Yo, Bobby,” Dale whispered. from behind him “We’re leaving. See you later.”

  “Casey.” Jody’s voice floated over his shoulder. “I’m going with Dale, and we’re taking your truck. okay? You can get a ride back with Bobby.”

  “Shit,” he muttered. His cock hurt so bad he wanted her right then, up against the building. Stepping back he pulled her bra up then buttoned her shirt.

  “Let’s go,” he said taking her hand.

  His arm around her, holding her tight to his body he walked her through the parking lot to his truck. Opening the door, he lifted her in thinking he might not make it to the room. She was driving him crazy with more of a need than he’d ever had before.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  She giggled and said, “We’re two doors down from you guys. I can’t believe we didn’t see each other in the parking lot this past week.”

  He thought of telling her he saw her that morning, but didn’t want to be a stalker. The little giggle was odd coming from her, and he wondered if she was nervous. When her body tightened under his arm as
he pushed the key into the lock confirmed it.

  That was okay though, he’d help her get past any nerves she had.

  Kicking the door closed he pulled her into his arms, his lips brushing over hers as her arms went around him. She looked every where around the room except at him. Their lips touched, tongues bumping then stroking.

  Hell, he couldn’t do it. Couldn’t force himself to just steamroll her into heat. He fisted a handful of her hair and gently pulled her head back until he could look deep into her eyes.

  “Sure about this, Casey?” he asked not sure that she was who or what he thought. “Once we start you’re mine.”

  She didn’t answer him with words. Instead, she undid the buttons on his shirt and pushed it over his shoulders then down his arms. Her fingers brushed over his chest. He groaned, almost losing it when her hands ran down over his stomach and she popped the button on his jeans before sliding the zipper down.

  He toed his boots off, and pushed his jeans down. His cock sprung free, jutting long thick and heavy.

  “Oh,” she whispered. She still hadn’t looked at him, met his eyes.

  Panic hit, and she sucked in a deep breath. Everything was happening too fast. It was now or never. She’d led him on, letting him think she was a different person, that she was experienced, but his hands felt so good, so right when he touched her and she had wanted him for a long time.

  Leaning in, his tongue flicked her nipple.

  “Want you naked too,” he said undoing her jeans and pushing them down her legs. “Lift,” he said. Feeling her warm small hand on his shoulder he pulled first one boot off then the other. He pushed her jeans slowly down her legs the little red undies following.

  His arms around her he held her close against him, kissing the top of her head. She wasn’t relaxed, wasn’t sure. He figured she was ready to run. She stiffened in his arms, starting to pull away.

  “I won’t hurt you Casey. Any time you want to me to stop or you want to leave just say the word.”

  He covered her breast with one hand and squeezed, then brushed down her tummy between her legs.

  “Spread a bit,” he said, one finger entering, teasing. Watching her, he wondered. She was so deliciously wet, but fuck she was tight.

  Damn, he was almost shaking, his body craving her, his mind demanding her.

  “Need you, Casey,” he whispered, his thumb rubbing that little nub. She pushed into his hand her arms around him tight.

  “Slow baby,” he whispered. “Tell me what you want.”

  “I want to look at you,” she whispered.

  He stepped back watching her eyes travel his body, watching her hand reach out, her fingers tickle down his cock. It twitched, growing even harder when she wrapped her warm hand around him.

  “You’re killing me,” he whispered, pulling her against his chest. “So tight,” he said pushing two fingers in then pulling almost out.

  “C’mon baby, come, for me” he urged, pushing in further. One arm around her waist he picked her up, backed to the chair and sat down, his legs between hers, opening her to him.

  “Now, Casey,” he whispered his fingers going deep teasing. He sucked then nibbled each nipple, smiling when she pushed into him.

  He sucked harder then pinched her other nipple, holding the pressure then increasing it just a bit. She jerked into his hand and came.

  He smiled, knowing her nipples were tender, and she liked a bit pain with her pleasure.

  “Like that?’ he asked.

  “Yes,” she whispered, watching their hands

  She was riding his hand her eyes closed. He brushed his thumb over her nipple then held it between two fingers and squeezed. She jerked, slamming into him.

  “Oh, god,” she whispered.

  “Legs around me,” he said, standing, moving to the bed. Opening the drawer of the night stand he grabbed a condom, ripped the foil, and rolled it on.

  Pulling her closer he started to enter her hot wet pussy. “Tight,” he muttered wondering again. He was moving, slowly working himself into her.

  “Need you to come again,” he whispered his other hand reaching under her, whispering over her other entrance. His finger pushed in. She jerked, her body stiffening. Now he was sure but he didn’t know whether to be pleased or pissed. She came with a little moan.

  “There you go baby,” he said his cock stroking deep into her. “Hot and wet makes it easier for you.” He stroked in and out slowly, then faster deeper. She rose to meet him, her muscles clenching, rippling over him. He slammed into her, faster, harder and came.

  His arms wrapped around her, “Okay,” he asked.

  “Yes.”

  He pulled away, slid the condom off, dropping it in the waste basket next to the bed.

  “You and Jody are pretty tight hey?” he said wrapping his arms around her, pulling her closer.

  “No, not really. We just know each other from around school so we decided to travel together.”

  Now he knew for sure. She wasn’t what she had showed him, not even close. No baggage he’d told himself. He swore he would never get hurt again, that women were for fun, one night here maybe another there, but Casey was already more than just fun. He wanted to keep her, get to know her better. Dam, he was not going to fall for her. He’d tell her he was finished with her, send her back to her room, but he couldn’t, not just yet. She was so soft and warm and he liked her wrapped in his arms snuggled up to him. Hell, he couldn’t even remember the last time someone had snuggled up to him.

  “We’re not finished,” he said leaning over her, hard again wanting, needing more, oh so much more.

  “Let me feel,” he said his fingers entering, teasing. “So hot and wet,” he whispered against her ear. He knew she was ready to come.

  “More,” she whimpered, liking what he was doing. She’d never come the one time she’d had sex, and her boyfriend had dumped her right after. She figured she just wan’t any good at it.

  “Soon,” he crooned to her. “I like these little nipples, so pink, so hard.” He suckled one, then moved to the other. Her hand cupped his balls then was on his cock, her fingers lightly teasing.

  “One whole night Casey,” he whispered, his thumb roughly rubbing her nipple then squeezing. “Don’t come yet Casey,” he whispered, “or we’ll have to stop.”

  “No,” she whimpered.

  “Good girl. Are you going to do what I tell you?”

  “Yes,” she mumbled, trying to move against his hand.

  “I’ll use all you Casey,” he said his voice almost a growl. “You lied to me, showed me someone that you’re really not.”

  “I didn’t lie,” she whispered. “I wanted you and I wanted you to want me.”

  She still hadn’t met his eyes, not once. He wanted her to look at him, see him.

  Taking both her hands in his he held them above her head straddling her.

  “Look at me Casey,” he said. When she met his eyes he saw something he hadn’t seen for years. Soft and innocent and a bit of fear gazed back at him. His heart swelled, thumping hard in chest, feeling the need to be buried deep inside of her. Leaning in he feathered little kisses along her jawline, down her shoulder. “Don’t move,” he whispered releasing her hands. He spread her folds pushed his cock in slowly moving deeper and deeper. Her arms were around him, moving with him and he was flying, feeling more than he ever had.

  “I won’t hurt you Casey,” but he knew he would. His wants and needs were something he knew would make her hate him.

  Slow and deep he moved, then faster. She arched up into him shuddering, coming hard bringing him with her.

  Rolling to his side he held her tight brushed her hair off her face then gently kissed her.

  “I still feel you,” she whispered.

  “Can you come again like this again?” he asked. “I want to feel your heat wash over me, your muscles tighten around my cock.”

  “I don’t know,” she whispered.

  “Should I squeeze the
se nipples Casey? Make you ache?” he smiled his fingers wrapped in her hair pulling her head back.

  “Touch me,” she whimpered straining against him.

  Like this,” he asked, his hand slowly gently stroking over the soft silky skin on her back, then down her hip.

  “Yes, your hands feel so good.”

  “How about this,” he whispered, his finger caressing her anus. When she stiffened he pushed in deep.

  She jerked into him, a yelp escaping her lips.

  “Burns,” she whimpered. “I don’t like it.”

  “All of you Casey,” he whispered. “I need all of you.” He bit her nipple then sucked still moving his fingers in and almost out. “You said yes and we’re just getting started. Do you want me to stop now?”

  “No,” she whimpered.

  “Still hurt?”

  “No.”

  Pulling out he held her close to his chest, kissing the top of her head. She was sweet, innocent and he didn’t want to but he liked her, maybe even a bit more than liked. She had set him on fire, making him feel things he hadn’t felt for a long time.

  Tired,” she mumbled, snuggling into him, her body relaxed.

  His arms felt good around her holding her tight to his body. He needed her as much as she needed him. He was just as alone as she was. Jody had said he was cold, took what he wanted and would leave, never spending a whole night.

  “Just a little bit more,” he said.

  Bobby made love to her slowly, gently, taking his time to really explore her perfect body. He knew he was lost now, praying she would stay with him.

  “Sleep Casey,” he whispered his cock resting in her hot wet womb. He wanted to keep her, never let her go, never share her or hurt her. Holding her close, he watched her sleep. He couldn’t remember the last time he held a woman and watched her sleep. Yeah, he could but it was years ago. He saw her innocence and felt her move even closer to him. She whispered his name and he knew he had to keep her, look after her and love her. Pulling her closer he relaxed and drifted of to sleep.