Redneck Romeo (Rough Riders)

by Lorelei James

  She wrinkled her nose. “Who are you again?”

  He laughed and kissed her pouting mouth. “Won’t take me long to clean up. You wanna head home, deal with your dog and I’ll show up at your place in an hour?”

  “Sounds good. Except for the waiting an hour part. Because I’m not waiting for what I want.”

  “Rory—”

  “Aurora,” she corrected as she herded him against the wall. “That’s what you call me when we’re getting busy, remember?” Her mouth started a southerly path from behind his ear as she unbuttoned his shirt.

  “We’re not getting busy, remember?”

  “I disagree. And if I really think about your we’re not having sex tonight edict, I might get pissed off. I have a say in when we have sex too, don’t forget that.”

  He liked this aggressive side of her and she did have a point. “I need a shower. Been sweating outside and inside all day and—”

  “I don’t care.” She licked his neck from the hollow of his throat to the bottom edge of his jaw and back down. “I like how your skin tastes.” She dragged her fingers down his torso to the waistband of his jeans. “How your body feels beneath my hands.”

  By the time she palmed his cock through the denim he was completely erect. “Why’re you doin’ this now?”

  “Remember on Monday night when I showed up here after my yoga class? You saw me in yoga pants and couldn’t keep your greedy hands off me?” She rubbed her lips over the stubble on his jaw line.

  “Ah. Yeah.” Her lips were so soft on his face but her hand stroked his cock firmly through his jeans.

  “Same thing hit me when I saw you in this sexy flannel shirt, looking all manly, holding tools and shit. I just wanna take a big bite outta you, Dalton McKay. So you’re gonna let me.”

  And he was done for. Done for.

  Rory had unbuckled his belt and undone his zipper before his brain and mouth connected. Then she was on her knees yanking down his jeans and boxers. That warm, wet mouth enveloped his cock and his brain ceased functioning entirely.

  She did twisty things with her tongue that…damn. She did that sucking thing with her cheeks…Christ. Then she tried to deep throat him and he shouted, “Fuck.”

  “Yes. Fuck me.” She brought his shaft into her mouth again and released him. “Fuck my mouth.”

  “No. I want to fuck your sweet pussy in my bed.”

  “No. Fuck my sweet pussy right here against the wall. Ditch the boots and jeans.” She stood. Shucking off her pants and underwear, she watched him to make sure he did the same.

  As soon as his legs were free, Rory’s mouth was on his. She spun until her back was against the wall. She wrapped her arm around his neck and her leg around his hip.

  He marveled at the strength in her thigh muscles for about three seconds. Then her hand gripped the base of his cock and she—holy shit—pulled him forward with it. Yeah. She was not messing around. Dalton knew she wasn’t messing around when the head of his cock brushed the wetness of her pussy. She wanted this. She was ready for this.

  Who was he to deny her?

  He bent his knees and filled her in one thrust.

  Her head fell back. “Like that again.”

  So he did it again. And again. And again.

  No kissing, no touching. Just raw fucking.

  Rory’s hand landed on his butt in almost a slap and she urged his pelvis closer. “Grind on me. Yes. More. Feels so…”

  “Feels so what?” he managed.

  “Hot. I’m there already.” Her nails dug into his ass. Into his neck. When her cunt pulsed around his shaft buried inside her, he had to grit his teeth to keep still.

  When her grip loosened, he shuttled his cock in and out of her slick channel until that moment when pleasure blindsided him and he erupted. Wave after wave of heat shot out of his cock and he freakin’ loved the slick feeling it added to her pussy since they’d stopped using condoms.

  Once he could breathe, he kissed her neck. “Aurora.”

  “Say it again,” she murmured.

  “What?”

  “My name. I love the way you say it after you come. It’s so sexy.”

  “Aurora.”

  She shivered. Then she rubbed her bare leg up and down his. “Now what did you say you wanted to do tonight?”

  “Hell if I remember.”

  Chapter Fifteen

  Friday night after work Rory slid into the booth, grateful Mandie and Vanessa had ordered her a martini. She drained it in two big gulps and waved to the cocktail waitress for another round. “Ah. That’s what I needed.”

  Mandie and Vanessa exchanged a look. “What is up with you? You’re like thirty minutes late.”

  “I went over to Dalton’s to change out of my uniform. Any time he sees me half-naked, he seizes the chance to get me completely naked and well, it’s not like I resisted.”

  “So you just had sex,” Mandie stated.

  “Yep.”

  “And how was it?” Vanessa prompted.

  “Let’s put it this way, I’m lucky I’m only thirty minutes late. The man is a sex fiend. He’s relentless.” She grinned. “It is so very good to be me.”

  “I’m so freakin’ jealous I could spit.”

  “I didn’t spit when you were getting it on all the time with Thomas,” Rory reminded Mandie.

  “All the time,” she scoffed. “He never lasted long enough to make me thirty minutes late for something.”

  “Is that why you broke up with him?”

  Mandie shook her head. “I couldn’t stand his family. I didn’t see it going anywhere because of that.”

  The waitress brought a fresh round.

  “Well I don’t have to worry about Dalton’s family because I’m just in it for the sex.”

  Even Vanessa looked skeptical. “Just sex? Nothing else? You’re sure it’s not becoming something more?”

  No.

  “Did he really last thirty minutes?” Mandie asked.

  Why was her friend focused on that? “I don’t know. I wasn’t exactly looking at my watch while he was rocking my world. But probably. He does have incredible staying power. And recovery time.” She smirked. “And tenacity.” And a possessive streak. He’d fucked her almost as a way to mark her before she went to a bar on a Friday night. Reminding her she’d never get it as good anywhere else as she was already getting with him. All. The. Freakin’. Time.

  “How many times did you…?”

  Rory sipped her drink with one hand and lifted two fingers in the air.

  “Twice? You had two orgasms…in thirty minutes?”

  Mandie groaned. “I hate you.”

  “Remember, we just started sleeping together. It’ll probably burn out.” Rory ignored her libido when it piped up and bet her willpower fifty bucks it’d never happen.

  “How many times have you had sex this week?”

  “Since Friday?” Rory thought about it and tossed out a random number. “Seventeen.”

  Her friends’ mouths nearly hit the table.

  “Seventeen?” Vanessa repeated. “After as long as you’ve gone without, I’m surprised you’re not sore.”

  She was a little tender. But that disappeared when Dalton put his hands on her. Or his mouth on her. Or when he looked at her with that…gleam that made her go all hot and tingly and absolutely sopping wet.

  “Well, even if she is sore she can’t tell him she’s sore,” Mandie said.

  “Why not?” Vanessa demanded.

  “Because if she complains her lady part is chafed he’ll just want anal instead,” Mandie stated.

  Rory choked on her drink.

  “I wondered if part of the reason you’re not sore after having sex seventeen freakin’ times in a week is because you were taking it up the ass.”

  “Seriously, Mandie. What. The. Hell.”

  “What? No butt sex for you yet?”

  “No!”

  “He’s gonna want it. Soon probably.” Mandie’s voice dropped to
a whisper. “My advice? Lots of lube.”

  “I cannot believe we’re having this conversation.” She really couldn’t. She and her mom had never discussed sex beyond the you’re going on the pill conversation when Rory had left for college. She’d never wanted to hear about Addie and Dalton doing the nasty. Ditto for Addie and Truman. All the women in her office were much older and married. So she’d never swapped sex stories, tips, dos and don’ts, how tos with girlfriends until she’d started hanging out with these two. And up until last week, she’d had nothing to share. Her sex life with Dillon had been pathetic with a capital P. So she couldn’t wait to share the juicy tidbits.

  Dalton is a little touchy about his previous reputation as a horndog manwhore. He wouldn’t like you blabbing to your friends about his studly moves in the sack.

  The booze kicked in and the he-done-me-wrong girl inside her shouted tough shit. But when Rory opened her mouth to tell all about the size and shape and amazing tricks performed by Dalton’s wonder dick…nothing came out.

  Because you know it’s wrong.

  Tempting to drown her stupid conscience in half a dozen martinis and see if it still functioned properly.

  “You got really quiet and then you looked like you were about to share something juicy,” Vanessa said.

  “No. I just wondered how Mandie knows so much about anal sex.”

  Mandie drained her martini and signaled for another. “I think Rory’s right. We oughta talk about something else.

  After Rory returned to Dalton’s house from the bar, he dragged her back to bed and thoroughly fucked her in that slow and sweet way she craved because he did it so well.

  So she was naked, sprawled on her stomach, the sheet twisted around her feet, basking in the afterglow. Happier than she could remember being in a long time.

  Is that all it takes to make you happy? Sexual attention from a man who’d keep you tied to his bed all day and night until he gets tired of you?

  Whoa. Where had that come from?

  Dalton trailed his fingers up and down her spine. Then he’d randomly kiss spots on her body. The ball of her shoulder was the winner of that soft kiss. “I love bein’ with you like this,” he said.

  “What? Naked, spent and sweaty?”

  “Yes, but not just that.” He brushed her hair away from her neck. “In our own little world.”

  Ooh. That was a sweet, melt-her-heart thing to say.

  Sex-drunk and a little martini-drunk, you’d melt if he recited an ode to the pockmarks on your ass.

  True.

  “That was a heavy sigh. Something wrong?”

  Yes. I’m pretty sure I left my backbone at home next to Jingle’s rawhide treats. “No. Not really.”

  “That didn’t sound very convincing, sugarplum. I don’t want to pester you to talk to me, but I will.”

  “Pester,” she said with a snort. “Nice way of saying you’ll be a pushy bastard until I crack.”

  “So save me the trouble and tell me.”

  “Can we cool it on the sex for the rest of the night?”

  His eyes darkened with concern. “Did I hurt you?”

  “No. But I am a little sore from excessive use.”

  “That’s because I can’t get enough of you. But I will back off.” Dalton kissed her shoulder again. “So, you had a good time with your friends tonight?”

  “Mmm-hmm. They gave me shit for being late. And because of that our conversation turned to sex.” She groaned. “That’s actually a cliché, three single women in a bar, sipping martinis, dissing on sex.”

  “What’d you give as a reason for bein’ late?”

  “That you’re an insatiable stud. Then Mandie went off on this tangent about anal sex. She pretty much guaranteed that if we were having sex this much you’d want that soon.”

  Dalton’s fingers stopped moving.

  “Is that true?”

  He didn’t respond right away. “Rory, I don’t want you talkin’ about our sex life to your friends.”

  She rolled away from him and pulled the sheet to her chest. “Excuse me. I thought I was doing you a favor by letting it slip that Dalton McKay is still a legendary cocksman.”

  “That’s not who I am or ever wanna be again. I only give a damn about bein’ a legendary cocksman in your eyes and in our bed. What happens between us is—”

  “Special?” she said a little snottily.

  “Yes. It is. It’s intimacy on a level I’ve never had and I don’t think you have either. So I don’t want to share what’s special between us with anyone else.”

  Rather than agreeing—Rory turned combative. “Maybe I didn’t want you sharing the snatch-and-run job you did with my virginity with anyone else either, but that didn’t seem to stop you.”

  “And…we’re back to this. Fuckin’ awesome.” Dalton scooted to the edge of the bed. He yanked on his flannel pajama bottoms and a hoodie. Then he left the room without another word.

  Way to go.

  The thing that sucked? She knew tossing that in his face wasn’t the real problem. The real problem was after totaling up the number of sexcapades for the last week, she realized she had been at Dalton’s beck and call—and she’d sworn she wouldn’t be. She had several job listings she should’ve applied for that she’d blown off to blow him. Her mom had returned from her latest trip and had asked several times when they could get together, but Dalton had Rory on her back too many times to even call her mother back.

  Face it. Your inability to say no is not Dalton’s problem; it’s yours. And the only person who can fix that is you.

  Lying in his bed, staring at the ceiling she understood his comment about their intimacy being special wasn’t a bullshit line. Things were different this time around, maybe not in a good way because it seemed to be all-consuming for both of them.

  That scared her. Mostly because it wasn’t scaring him.

  But that didn’t alter the fact she needed to apologize. She hated that by reverting to the old Rory who lashed out, she’d forced him to walk away. They’d both grown past that behavior and this time it was up to her to prove it.

  She slipped on his robe and wandered into the living room.

  No TV. No music. Dalton wasn’t staring aimlessly out the window like he sometimes did. He hadn’t broken out the whiskey. In fact, she didn’t see him at all.

  Had he left like he’d done so many times before?

  Then she heard scrape scrape scrape. She peered over the edge of the kitchen counter. Dalton was on his hands and knees scraping something from the floor. She stared at him a while without speaking because she was enjoying the view.

  Get your eyes off his ass.

  She cleared her throat. “Dalton?”

  “What?”

  “It was a childish thing to do, throwing our past history in your face. I don’t even know if you did tell locker room stories back then. But it doesn’t matter now.” She took a breath. “So from here on out I won’t brag about how awesome you are in bed to anyone. I’ll just walk around with a smug smile on my face all the time because I get to experience that awesomeness firsthand. You can call me the Mona Rory. No one will know what my secret smile means.”

  He sighed. Then he stood and turned toward her. “I appreciate the apology and I’m sorry if it seems like I overreacted. What’s between us is special. I don’t ever want to lose sight of that or take it for granted, Rory.”

  When Dalton didn’t come forward and hug her after that sweet confession, she said, “That’s it?”

  “What’s it?”

  “We’re not gonna kiss and make up or anything?”

  A dangerous look flared in his eyes. “Sure we can. As long as I get to pick where to kiss you.”

  Her sex pulsed twice—the equivalent of yelling pick me, pick me!

  Her cunt was such an attention whore sometimes.

  She started to retreat. “I thought you agreed to take a break from bom chicka wah wah.”

  “I did. But since you
r poor pussy is sore and that is my fault, I oughta kiss it all better.” He stalked her. “Besides didn’t you call yourself the Moanin’ Rory? I’ll make that happen and then some.”

  “The Mona Rory. A joke. From the Mona Lisa. Get it?”

  “Yep. But you’re gonna get it too.”

  “Dalton—”

  “Aurora. Come here.” His tone went from sexy and playful to sexy and demanding.

  Shit. She never ever ever thought she’d be the woman who’d go all weak-kneed when a guy ordered her around. She never ever ever thought she’d be more focused on the inflections in his voice than the words.

  “You should see your eyes. They’re as dark as emeralds.”

  “That definitive tone of yours is a major fucking turn-on.”

  “I mean every word I say to you.” Then Dalton was on his knees, urging her to lean against the counter, untying her robe, spreading her thighs apart.

  Settling his mouth on her pussy, he undid her completely with sweetness. Gifting her with soft licks and gentle sucks. Using tenderness to soothe her tender tissues. Yet each pass of his mouth on her flesh made her hot, made her wet, made her dizzy, made her even more crazy for him.

  The orgasm spun Rory completely out of orbit. Dalton’s tongue didn’t go wild when she started to come. He kept the easy cadence, alternating soft sucks of his lips with slow, long licks, drawing out the throbbing until her knees gave out.

  Then he scooped her into his arms and carried her to the couch.

  No man had ever just handled her like that. Whenever Dalton picked her up, like she was a normal sized girl and not a gigantic freak, she felt petite. Coddled. Protected. Something she’d never known she’d wanted. And he gave it to her without asking.

  “How about if we take a break and watch some TV?”

  “Okay.” She curled into him. After thirty minutes of mind-numbing poker, Rory began to drift off. Half-sleepily she said, “You never answered my question.”

  “About what?”

  “Anal sex.”

  His body stilled. “What about it?”

  “Are you expecting it from me?”

  “When it comes to sex I don’t expect anything from you except honesty. If you don’t like something we do, tell me. I can tell if you’re into what we’re doin’ when I hear that sexy moan of yours.” He stroked her hair. “You worried I’m gonna bend you over and ram my dick up your ass without warning?”