Back In The Saddle

by Desiree Holt

  “How about letting me walk you to your truck? I don’t much care for leaving you sitting here alone. And there’s no pity in that,” he assured her hastily. “Just doing what my mother taught me. Come on, Molly. We’ll follow each other home.”

  Chance opened the door of the bar and stood back to let her precede him. The night had turned cool, a sharp breeze ruffling her thick brown hair, and she shivered against the sudden chill.

  “You need a jacket,” Chance told her. “You probably forgot it gets colder at night here in the Hill Country than in that fancy city where you lived. Here. Come closer.”

  He wrapped one arm around her and pulled her against him, his body heat flooding her.

  Just a friend, just a friend, just a friend, she kept repeating to herself as they walked to where she’d parked. But when they reached her truck and she turned to thank him, tell him goodnight, he cupped her face with his big, warm hands and leaned toward her.

  “Molly?” His eyes burned into her like twin torches.

  “Y-Yes?”

  “I lied before. I don’t really want to be friends with you.”

  She started to shake. Was this his way of brushing her off? Humiliating her so she wouldn’t bother him again?

  “Oh, actually I do, but what I want’s a lot more than that. I’ve waited a damn long time to do this, Molly Hayes. I hope you don’t decide to shoot me for it.”

  And then his lips were on hers, soft and a little rough, brushing against her mouth, and she was totally and completely lost.

  Chapter Two

  Chance had shocked himself with the bold move, but it seemed as if he’d been waiting to do this forever. Years ago she’d been too young, but time had shrunk the age difference between them to insignificance. He’d often wondered if his marriage might have worked differently if he hadn’t tried to marry a substitute. But then of course there was Lori’s reaction to the sex, to the things that turned him on. He wondered how Molly would feel if…

  No.

  The word shouted in his head, and he banished all thought as he poured himself into the kiss. Her mouth was soft and sweet, her lips full and sensuous. He drew back ad nibbled on her bottom lip, licking around the edges before thrusting his tongue back inside that hot, wet cavern. He felt the impact of her clear through every part of his body, his cock swelling and his balls tightening with a need that was almost desperate.

  Molly’s fingers were wrapped around his wrists, and at first he’d thought she meant to pull his hands away from her. It was what he’d expected. Been afraid of. But in seconds, he realized she was as much into the kiss as he was. He could feel the hard points of her nipples even through the fabric of their shirts and the soft mounds of her breasts pressing against the hard wall of his chest.

  Tentatively, experimentally, still keeping his mouth fused to hers, he slid one hand from her face down her slender arm, breaking her grip on him. Slowly, his hand inched up from her waist along her rib cage to touch the bottom swell of her breast. He paused for just a brief moment, again waiting to see what she’d do. When she gave another of those delicious little sounds, he cupped her breast, gently squeezing and rasping his thumb across the nipple.

  Okay, he was in desperate straits now, his cock so hard it was painful, his body sending him urgent messages. But no way could he fuck Molly Hayes in Rusty’s parking lot. Or even in the truck. What the hell was he doing, anyway? Talk about a testosterone surge. He’d just spent such a long time imagining doing the things he loved with and to Molly that, for a brief moment, his mind had taken a vacation.

  With great reluctance he moved his hand back to her cheek and pulled his mouth from hers. “God, Molly, I’m—”

  “If you tell me you’re sorry, I’ll give you a hard knee to the groin,” she told him. Her face was flushed with desire, her eyes slumberous, her lips swollen from the kiss.

  Chance blinked. “Excuse me?”

  “I’m just recovering from five years with a man who apparently didn’t find me as appealing as I thought. Don’t make things worse by telling me this was a big mistake.”

  Chance blinked again. Was he hearing right? She wasn’t upset with him? Or was he misreading the signals.

  He had to make sure. “You’re not mad that I kissed you?”

  She stared at him as if trying to decide how to answer him. She hauled in a deep breath—making those wonderful breasts poke out at him—and let it out slowly. “I’ve wanted you to do that since I was fifteen years old.”

  He chuffed an unsteady laugh. “Molly, when you were fifteen I was nineteen and hadn’t yet learned to kiss like that. Besides, you weren’t even legal and your daddy would have had my hide.”

  He still had her up against the side of the truck, his hands gentle against her cheeks. For a brief moment, he had a vision of her stripped naked, spread out on the hood of the truck, her pussy temptingly open to him.

  Jesus, McDaniel. Get your head out of your pants.

  “I didn’t think you even looked at me.” Her voice was slightly unsteady, heat still flashing in her eyes.

  “Oh, I looked at you all right. But you were off limits to me.”

  “And now?”

  “Now I want to do things with you that…” He stopped, shook his head. “This is not good, Molly. You’re just coming off a bad divorce—although I can’t imagine there’s ever a good one—and not thinking straight.”

  “Me? I’m thinking straight for the first time in years.” She smiled at him. “If this is a mistake, it’ll probably be the best one I’ll ever make.”

  “Your father—”

  “Thinks you do a terrific job and probably wishes I’d married you instead of Boyd.”

  Chance sucked in a deep breath. “Molly,” he began.

  She touched her fingers to his lips. “Don’t say a word. Let’s not spoil this.”

  “I was going to say if you keep looking at me like that, I’ll forget all my good intentions and strip you naked right here at Rusty’s.”

  Her laugh was tremulous. “Funny. I was just thinking the same thing.”

  “Molly, will you come home with me? Now? I don’t want to make things awkward for you with your father. My house is pretty far away from the main house and has its own little driveway. No one would see you—”

  “It’s okay. Dad left for Forth Worth this afternoon. There’s no one to spy on me.”

  He couldn’t help the smile that crawled over his face. “Well, now. Isn’t that fortunate? Will you follow me?”

  He held his breath, waiting for her to change her mind. Decide this was a bad deal for her. He had absolutely no idea where her head was at this particular point in time. After all, he’d only offered her tonight.

  For now.

  “Right on your heels, cowboy.”

  ****

  I’m crazy. That’s the only explanation for this. I have lost my freaking mind.

  Molly repeated it over and over like some kind of mantra as she followed Chance down the narrow gravel driveway. His house, built on the edge of Hayes Ranch property, sat well back from the road. It was concealed further by ancient oaks that rose in his yard like mammoth sentinels.

  When she pulled in next to his truck, for a moment panic seized her and she nearly turned around and raced back to the safety of the ranch. But she’d wanted this for so long, dreamed about it for so many years, she wasn’t about to run away from it now. Still, as she climbed down from her truck she was a little shaky.

  Chance was right there beside her, helping her, his hand warm on her arm. His face was in shadow, the brim of his hat shading it from the moonlight, but there was no mistaking the heat radiating from him.

  “Still time to change your mind, Molly.”

  Was that an edge of uncertainty in his voice? No, not him. Not the completely confident Chance McDaniel.

  “Not a chance,” she said, grinning at her play on his name.

  His fingers tightened slightly on her arm, then slid down to lace with
hers as he led her to the house.

  Molly knew her father had built this for Chance when he’d gotten married. He’d just been promoted to foreman, following Jerry Russell’s long overdue retirement, a sign of her father’s confidence in someone so young. That obviously meant he’d lived here with his wife, whose name Molly had made it a point not to remember. Would there still be touches of her in the house? Mementoes of the brief marriage?

  What had gone wrong between them, anyway? Her father hadn’t said much and she hadn’t asked questions. And Chance had made it perfectly clear tonight the subject was off limits.

  As soon as he turned on a table lamp in the living room, Molly got a clear picture of a very masculine home. Comfortable wood and leather furniture. Polished wood floor with a colorful woven rug to give it warmth. A big flat screen television hanging over a stone fireplace with a wide heart.

  Off to the left she could make out a dining room and kitchen and straight ahead was a short hallway.

  The bedrooms.

  Covertly she looked around to see if there were any lingering feminine touches, but this was definitely a place where a man resided, even to the stack of newspapers on the heart, the jacket draped over a chair and a coffee cup on the table in front of the couch.

  “I’m usually much neater than this.” His voice held an apologetic tone.

  “No, no. It looks fine. Just fine.”

  Then he was in front of her, arms winding around her, his warm breath like a soft breeze on her face.

  Molly pushed her hands flat against his chest, panic suddenly washing through her.

  “Wait, wait, wait,” she squeaked. Squeaked? She actually squeaked?

  “What is it?” His mouth was so close she nearly forgot what she was trying to say.

  “I…I haven’t done this for a while. I mean…”

  “It’s okay, Molly. Just like I said about dancing. It’s no different than riding a horse. You never really forget.”

  Then his lips brushed against hers, soft as a feather, and his tongue traced the outline of her mouth. She trembled with a need greater than anything she’d ever felt before, desire blooming in the fluttering walls of her cunt and the swollen points of her nipples.

  His hands were like hot gloves on her back, his fingers splayed against her spine, one hand traveling to her nape to thread his fingers through her hair. When his tongue danced along the seam of her lips, she parted for him, welcoming him, opening her mouth wide. His teeth scraped gently along the surface of her tongue, and bolts of electricity struck at every nerve.

  The kiss was a production, both soft and hard, a seduction of her mouth and her mind. He licked every inner surface, teased it with the tip of his tongue. And all the while, his fingers danced along her spine, traced the curve of her ass, then cradled her head to hold her to him.

  Held tightly against his body, she could feel every hard muscle, including the thick ridge of his cock pressed insistently against the curve of her stomach. Molly wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled herself even closer, wondering what he’d think if she tore off her clothes in a frenzy of desire to feel her naked skin against his.

  Without breaking the kiss, he bent and lifted her into his arms, carrying her down the short hallway and into what was obviously his bedroom. He bent low near the bed to turn on the bedside lamp before setting her on her feet. His eyes were so filled with lust Molly actually shook from the force of them.

  “I want to see every inch of you.” His voice was thick and warm, low and deep.

  “You, too,” she whispered.

  “You got that right, darlin’.”

  He unbuttoned her blouse slowly, tracing each area of skin with his index finger as he exposed it. When the last button had been disposed of, he pulled the tails of her blouse from her jeans and pushed the fabric down her arms. She hadn’t thought the fire in his eyes could blaze any brighter until he looked at her breasts swelling over the lace edging of her demi-bra.

  “Jesus,” he breathed and licked each swell slowly with the tip of his tongue.

  Molly shivered and clutched at him, not sure she could remain standing. She didn’t even realize when or how her bra disappeared until she felt Chance’s hot, wet mouth closing over one nipple and pulling on it, lips clasped tightly around it.

  “Ohhhhh.” Molly tilted her head back and gripped harder at Chance for support. She could feel the wetness at her cunt and the insistent throbbing that began deep in her womb and radiated through her body.

  “Your nipples are like candy, Molly.” Chance focused his gaze on her. “Like lollipops. I love sucking on them, tasting them, holding them in my mouth. God, they taste so good.”

  He turned his attention to her other nipple, giving it the same treatment, then scraped each bud delicately with his teeth. His big hands cupped her breasts, kneading them as he licked and nipped. Molly heard funny little whimpers and realized they were coming from her mouth. If Chance didn’t stop sucking and pulling on her nipples pretty soon, she was going to come before she even got her jeans off.

  Clumsily she reached for the snaps on his shirt and yanked, pulling the fabric apart. A soft sigh whispered through her has her hands made contact with the soft pelt of hair on the hard wall of his chest. She scraped her fingernails over his flat male nipples and was rewarded with a guttural sound low in his throat.

  She felt his fingers busy at the button and zipper on her jeans, then she was lifted and placed carefully on the bed. Chance’s eyes glittered as he yanked off her boots and stripped the jeans down her legs, tossing them aside. He bent forward and gripped the lace edge of her bikini panties with his teeth, slowly dragging the fabric away from the curls covering her mound. His hot breath fanned against her, and a shiver chased itself over her skin.

  “I don’t just want to see all of you. I want to taste you.” He ran his tongue across the top edge of her curls. “Every mouthwatering inch.”

  In seconds her panties were gone, his hands had spread her thighs and his eyes fastened on her pussy with evident hunger.

  “Jesus, Molly. You have the most beautiful cunt I’ve ever seen. I have to have a taste.”

  He pressed the lips open with his thumbs, leaned down and lapped the length of her slit, his groan of delight pulsating in every muscle. Heat sizzled everywhere in her body, and she knew she was wetter than she’d ever been. When he took her clit gently between his teeth and tugged, tiny spasms rocketed through her, a small orgasm that made her wrap her legs around his neck and pull him closer.

  His tongue probed at the entrance to her channel, lapping up her cream, then flicking her now very sensitized clit. She wanted him inside her. Wanted more. But apparently he was bent on teasing and tormenting her.

  “Please, Chance,” she begged.

  “Please what?” His voice was like warm molasses running slowly over gravel.

  “Please…you know.”

  He put his mouth right over her pussy and laughed, the sound an erotic rumble. “I’d love to please you, but you have to tell me what you want.”

  “You’re killing me,” she cried, tightening her legs around him.

  “Tell me what you want, sugar. Be real explicit.”

  “I want you to…fuck me.”

  “See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?” He chuckled again, a slow, lazy sound. “But I have a lot I want to do before we get to that, sugar.”

  He unwound her legs from his neck and bent them at the knees, planting her feet on the mattress. Stretching her arms out, he placed them on either side of her head.

  “Just like that. Stay just like that. Don’t move. I want to watch those gorgeous breasts and that juicy cunt while I finish taking off my clothes.”

  Chapter Three

  She heard the snick of his belt buckle being unfastened and the swish as he pulled the belt through the loops. He toed off his boots, his eyes never leaving her body, then disposed of his jeans and boxers. Her own eyes widened when his cock sprang free, long and thick and
swollen, the head a deep plum color, the sac of his balls hanging heavy beneath it.

  Holy shit! He made Boyd look like a toothpick in comparison. Her pussy muscles clenched at the thought of receiving that hot erection in her body.

  Chance dropped to his knees, clamped his hands on her thighs and spread them apart as wide as he could. When she felt his tongue stroking her again, Molly arched her hips off the bed.

  “Inside me,” she panted, “Please.” And for a moment her mind strayed.

  What is with me? I never, ever talked to Boyd like that. He always said it offended him. Was he like that with his other women?

  But then she couldn’t think any more, because that very educated tongue was thrusting in and out of her pussy, licking her slit from end to end, flicking over the exquisitely sensitive knot of her clit. She was so aroused she was sure if he kept it up, she’d come again. And in the next instant she knew that was exactly what he had in mind. His tongue pushed in and out of her faster, harder, and one hand moved so his fingers could lightly pinch her clit.

  Chance was like a maniac, sucking the pulling and stroking, never letting up for one moment, until the first spasm began to roll through her. She thrust her hips at him more forcefully, and he responded by sliding one hand beneath her and lifting her to his mouth. His busy tongue never stopped as ripple after ripple shuddered through her and the muscles of her cunt clenched around his tongue.

  The only time he lifted his head was when she moved her arms so she could grab onto him with her hands.

  “I said don’t move them,” he warned and smacked her bottom lightly.

  The light slap, rather than bringing her orgasm to a crashing halt, sent unexpected tremors racing through her and the intensity of her spasms increased. As the climax broke over her fully, she pushed her hips at him as hard as she could and cried out while her body shuddered and his tongue lapped up her cream.

  She was still panting, her body covered with a fine sheen of perspiration, when the last aftershock subsided. Chance rose from the floor and leaned over her, his face coated with her cream, the scent of her musk mingling with his in an erotic blend of perfumes. When he kissed her, she tasted herself on his tongue and lips, and an electric thrill shot through her.