Cowboy Jackpot: Valentine's Day

by Randi Alexander

  "Yeah, frickin' romantic." Jayden gestured to Boone. "Tell her what you did then?"

  Kira would have sworn Boone blushed under his tan. He grinned. "The band sang 'Boone has something to ask you, Gigi' and they stopped playing."

  "The whole arena went silent." Gigi's voice sounded awestruck.

  Boone held Gigi's hand and gazed into her eyes. "Then I went down on one knee and mumbled something about needing her, and loving her, and would she be my wife."

  Gigi looked at Stormie. "I can recite the exact words." An emotionally choked laugh came from her lips. "Remind me to tell you later, at the bachelorette party. But before I have too much to drink and end up crying off all my makeup."

  "I will." Stormie looked as moved as Kira felt.

  "She said yes." Boone lifted Gigi's hand. "And there was this huge cheer that shook the roof. The band broke into the wedding march and I slipped the ring on her finger before she could change her mind. I grabbed this beautiful woman and took her to my hotel room." His voice went deep and trailed off as he stared at his fiancée.

  She stared back, her face hot pink and her chest heaving. "Speaking of the bachelorette party. We'd better get going. The Hummers will be in front of the hotel in a couple hours." They'd rented two stretch Hummer limos, one in white for the women, and one in black for the guys.

  Kira could tell what Gigi and Boone would be doing in their suite for the next two hours. "You two go, have some time together before we pull you apart, and utterly embarrass the hell out of each of you in public."

  "Don't wear him out, Gigi." Jayden stood, helping Stormie from the booth to let the engaged couple out. "Us cowboys have big plans for him tonight."

  Gigi giggled as she and Boone slid out of the booth. "I'll try not to." They left so fast, they were nearly running.

  "While we're up…" Jayden laid his hand on Stormie's back. "Wanna go see if we can win a jackpot of our own?"

  Oh heck, no. Kira had to stop this. "Ah, maybe we should—"

  Stormie grinned at Jayden. "Okay. Let's go."

  "Stormie." Kira moved to get up and Dallas tugged her back down. "They'll be okay."

  The two walked out of the bar, Jayden's hand resting on Stormie's back.

  Dallas pulled out his phone. "I'll send Jay a reminder." He started typing. "Better yet, a threat."

  "Thank you." She felt a little guilty letting her cousin loose with a rodeo cowboy, but when Dallas put his phone away then looked at her with those sexy eyes, only one thought crowded her mind. Naked.

  "Wanna go check out our suite?" His face softened and his eyes lured her.

  "Okay." She swallowed. Not her most brilliant or sexy line, but her body tingled with desire.

  He charged the drinks to the credit balance on their comped suite and led her to the elevators. He pressed the up button and tugged her against him, pressing her breasts against his hard chest, and her hips against his granite erection.

  "Kira, I want you. I've wanted you since Christmas." He let out a long breath. "Are you gonna want to talk first? Get everything settled between us…I mean, the shit that happened in December?"

  Could she wait that long to have him kissing her? Touching her? Sliding his shaft deep inside her?

  They'd had a fierce argument in the hotel's lobby bar, she'd accused him, he'd been both insulted and angry. It had been a scene she'd regretted ever since.

  The elevator opened and they jumped in, pressed the top button, and found themselves enclosed and alone together.

  "Just tell me one thing, Dallas." This would either piss him off and send him stomping, or it would clear the way for her to let the sexy charge between them amp up.

  He stiffened. "Okay. Ask me." He had to know what was coming next.

  "Did you abuse your girlfriend?" Kira held her breath.

  Dallas's eyes sobered as he locked gazes with hers. "Kira, I swear on my mother's grave, I have never hit a woman, a child, or an animal. I can explain the assault charges, but it'll take a while."

  She believed him. Based on his words, on what she knew from the short time they'd spent together, and from the few things Boone had told her without breaking his promise of confidentiality to Dallas. He was not guilty.

  She slid her palms up his chest and locked her fingers around the back of his neck. "Action first. Talk later."

  His eyes glowed, half lidded, and his breath blew hot on her face. "Damn."

  ****

  Dallas couldn't hold back the growl that rumbled out of him as he tugged Kira against him, one hand on her back, the other cupping her tight, round ass. "Sweetheart, you may not be in any shape to talk after the action." Tipping his head, he took her mouth with his. Her lips pressed soft and warm against his as they finally shared their first kiss.

  His belly quivered with the raw desire to take this woman hot, rough, and fast. His tongue invaded her mouth, the sweetness of her margarita lingered and mixed with the sensual taste of her.

  The elevator doors slid apart and he flung out a hand to hold them open. He ended the kiss but she clung to him with her eyes closed. "Just a few more feet, sweetheart."

  Her lids rose slowly. "If I'd known you kissed like that…" She sucked in a choppy breath.

  He grinned and scooped her up in his arms. "We woulda been doing this since December?" Ah, shit, that sounded like he was looking for something long term with her. He strode down the hall looking for their suite.

  A little pucker marred the perfect skin between her brows. "Do you think we can make up for lost time?" She gave him a wicked leer.

  A chuckle rolled from his chest as he set her down in front of the Wrangler Suite. "Damn sure gonna try."

  He slid the keycard from his pocket and opened the door, guiding her in ahead of him.

  "Oh. This is gorgeous." Kira walked in, looking down at the pure white carpet.

  Dallas followed, taking her hand and leading her to the black leather couch, bracketed by two red leather chairs. The furniture faced floor-to-ceiling windows that glowed with the setting sun behind the skyline of Vegas. "Fancy."

  He looked to his right. A small wooden bar with two stools stood in front of a mural of wild mustangs racing across scrubland.

  "Perfect choice of suites." Kira let go of his hand and walked to the bar. A silver bucket held a bottle of chilling champagne. She tapped it with her finger. "Should we?"

  He shook his head. Behind her, the open door to the bedroom showed the room radiating in golden sunlight. He gestured toward it. "Should we…check out the bedroom first?"

  She glanced toward the room and looked back at him, her lips parted, her nipples hard against her soft dress, and her cheeks warmed with color. "Turn off your phone." She backed into the bedroom and pulled her phone from the little white bag hanging from her shoulder.

  He tugged his phone from his pocket, turned it to silent, and tossed it onto the bar. Blood rushed from his head down to his groin, filling his cock and pulsing in his balls. Following her into the bedroom, he barely glanced at the big window framing the view of the strip, the red satin bedspread, or heavy wood furniture before his gaze riveted on her.

  Kira faced him and kicked off her sandals.

  He mirrored her, toeing off his boots. Somehow, a barefoot Kira wound him up faster than any other woman had, barefoot, or butt naked. He had to watch this connection they had. It could last a few days, even a week 'til after Boone's wedding. But that would be the end. No long-term, long-distance anything.

  But for now, this was good. She was as hot and ready as he was, and he couldn't deny himself a taste of Kira.

  She sauntered over toward him, the look on her face seductive and impatient. She lifted his hat from his head and set it on the dresser. She must appreciate the importance of a cowboy's best hat. Tugging at the first button of his shirt, she darted her tongue across her bottom lip. "How do you like it, cowboy?"

  His hips jerked as a blast of lust rocketed into his shaft. "Hard and fast the first time, sweetheart. T
hen slow. Hours of sweaty, hot sex in a dozen different positions."

  Her eyelids fluttered as she sucked in a breath. "Somehow, I knew you'd want it just like that."

  He unfastened the six small buttons at the front of her dress. "And you're okay with skipping the party tonight?" Boone would understand, based on basic guy code, but Gigi? He doubted it.

  She slowly shook her head. "She'd kill me." She tugged his shirt out of his pants and finished the last buttons.

  "More likely, she'd send Boone up here to get you, and no matter what you said, I'd be the bad guy." He slid one dress strap off her shoulder revealing a lacy blue bra strap. His big, tanned hand against her pale skin revealed her fragile side. It caught him by surprise and shook him a little.

  "Okay, let's do this." She ran her hands up his abs to his chest and purred for a second. "Let's do the hard and fast thing and see what else we have time for, after."

  He slid his fingers across her shoulder. Soft, delicate. His palm eased down to her bicep and he took her whole arm in his hand, his fingers and thumb touching. "You're so…slight." He would need to be careful with her, and not lose himself when he wanted to get rough.

  Her fingers played in his chest hair. "I fool people. I'm loud and assertive, and they don't realize I'm kinda skinny."

  He looked into her eyes. "You're not skinny. You're…" What had his mom called it? "Willowy."

  Her brows rose. "That's probably the nicest thing you've ever said to me, cowboy."

  Damn, she was right. He hadn't been very forthcoming with his compliments. "I've got a few other lines that you'll find much nicer." He tugged off his shirt and threw it.

  "Oh, uh huh." She touched him, his shoulders, his abs, his chest, his arms. "You are packed, big guy."

  He flexed a little. "Helps me hang on to whatever I'm ridin'."

  She lifted a brow and gave him a skeptical look.

  He laughed. "Sorry, that sounded a hell of a lot better in my head than it did comin' out my mouth."

  "Try again." She smiled as she unbuckled his belt.

  The brush of her fingers sent wicked flares down his belly to tighten his gut and tingle at the base of his spine.

  "I'm gonna peel this dress off you." With one finger of each hand, he eased the dress straps down and did what he'd promised.

  As the garment slid past her beautiful breasts, his mouth watered at the hard, peachy nipples peeking at him from under the lace of her bra.

  She shivered and her lips formed a small "O."

  "I'll suck those perfect nipples into my mouth and play with them until you rip your nails down my back."

  Kira swallowed. "Yes, I can do that." Her voice came out on a breath.

  He lowered her dress to the slight swell of her hips where it caught on her panties in back, hung up where her sweet ass rounded perfectly.

  With a shimmy, she shook it loose and let it drop.

  "Aw God." Her body glowed in the setting sun. Long, thin legs, a flat stomach boasting an outie belly button that he had to taste. Her panties matched her bra, blue and lacy. Her ribs showed slightly in a very feminine display that drew him forward for a touch.

  She blinked rapidly, her mouth opened as her breathing sped up.

  The first touch of his fingertips on her skin jolted them both, sending a bolt of desire down into his gut. He eased his palm along her ribs and stepped behind her. He ran his knuckles down her spine, stopping when he reached the elastic of her panties.

  "You can tear them off," she whispered.

  "Uh uh." He hooked his finger under the band. "You'd make me pay for them out of my half." Catching the label embroidered into the back, he recognized the brand from his favorite TV commercials. "And I bet these are damned expensive drawers."

  She laughed. "Drawers?" Then she shivered. "It'd be worth losing my favorite drawers to get you moving faster."

  "Gettin' kinda bossy, there, Kira." He grasped her hips. "This is the part of our evening where I go as slow as I please. And I want to enjoy every second of unwrapping you."

  A little mewl escaped her lips. "Tease."

  "Yep." He sat on his heels. "Nothin' for you to do but relax and enjoy it." He caught the sides of her panties, careful not to snag them with his rough hands. Easing them down slowly, he revealed her fine, firm ass…and a tiny tattoo. "What's this? A little surprise for me?" It looked like a bunch of colored circles.

  Chapter Four

  Dallas sat on his heels on the plush bedroom carpeting with Kira standing in front of him, facing away. She arched her back and tipped her ass in a mouthwatering display. "Balloons."

  He turned her a few inches until the sun caught the ink on her ass cheek. "I'll be damned."

  "I've always loved them. Still do." She straightened up. "Kind of silly, huh?"

  He kissed the spot, a slow brush of his lips and a decadent flick of his tongue. Her taste, sweet and salty, burst on his tongue. "Not silly at all." If he had to get a tattoo of something he loved, would it be bronc riding? A sexy buckle bunny? Hell no. He'd have Kira's whole gorgeous body tattooed on him. Pulling back, he frowned. Had he used the word "love" in context with this woman? His warning bells went off, sounding like the words "don't trust" as they rang in his ears.

  "Dallas? Everything okay?" She stiffened. "Oh cripes, are you a tattoo hater?"

  He chuckled. "No, I'm not a tattoo hater." He shook off the fear that threatened to end his enjoyment of a wild, no-expectations night—or week—with the hottest woman he'd ever known. "I'm just taking my time." After sliding her panties down to her ankles, he ran his hands up her legs.

  She shivered and leaned back a little.

  "Too rough?" His calluses were permanent, from years of working with horses.

  "Nu uh," she breathed. "Feels really good."

  Did she like it a little rough?

  He wrapped both hands around one thigh and his thumbs overlapped. So thin. "God, I love your thighs." Delicate, translucent skin. He had to take it slow, choose positions that wouldn't bang her around and bruise her.

  "You're a thigh man?"

  A short laugh barked from his chest. "Not until just this second." He gently grasped her legs in his hands, feeling her muscles quiver.

  She stepped one foot out of her panties and spread her legs a few inches wider. "Take your time." Her voice sounded frustrated. "It's not like I'm dying for release here."

  With a grin, he bit her ass cheek, the one without the tattoo. "Sarcasm will only delay things." He rubbed his thumbs along the backs of her thighs, right under where they met her ass. Unable to resist, he licked the same spot, long, sweeping drags of his tongue starting from the outside and ending at her ass crack.

  The scent of her arousal, musky and sweet, invaded his nose, stabbing through his brain and sending slices of lust down his spine. He nibbled on her ass cheeks as she moaned and clenched her hands into fists.

  With quick nips and licks along the cleft of her ass, he stood. He pressed kisses to each of her vertebrae, soaking in her floral scent. When he reached her bra, he unhooked it with one hand, a technique he and Boone had practiced and perfected when they were teens.

  Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pressed his hands to her stomach and snugged the length of his denim-clad erection against her firm ass.

  "I want you, woman."

  She dropped her head back onto his shoulder and placed her hands over his.

  The gesture struck an extra heartbeat in his chest. He liked having her in his arms. It felt like…home. Home? Goddamnit, where had that come from? He barely resisted jumping back. And running. Sex. This was sex and nothing more. He couldn't afford any more.

  She turned to face him and one bra strap slid off her shoulder.

  Sex was easy to lose himself in. He focused on her blushing cheeks and dilated pupils that made her eyes a dark green. "You're beautiful, Kira. I'm a lucky man."

  Her lips curved up. "You are, and I hope I'll be getting lucky pretty quick here, too."

/>   He waggled his brows at her. "Pretty quick. Still a passel of teasing left to do."

  "Uhhh."

  In his arms, her body vibrated with need. He pulled her bra straps down and tossed the lacy thing onto a chair in the corner. "Damn." Perfect D cups, so pale he could see small veins under the surface. Her nipples and darker areolas puckered tighter at his stare.

  "Are you a breast man, too?"

  He held her breasts in his palms, loving the softness of her skin over the firm orbs. His thumbs flicked her tight nipples. "Yep. Breasts, thighs, ass. Every amazing part of you that I can't get enough of."

  Her body shimmied with each pass of his thumbs. "I have a couple parts…" She sucked in a breath. "That you haven't seen yet."

  His balls heated and another burst of blood flooded his cock. "I want to explore you, spend long hours tasting and touching."

  "Mmmm. We don't have that long."

  He laced his fingers through her satiny hair. "You are the most impatient…" He tilted her head and kissed her, his lips parting hers, his tongue running along her teeth, fencing with her tongue until the pressure in his groin nearly made him black out.

  With his face an inch from hers, he nipped at her lip. "Look at me."

  Slowly, her lids rose halfway.

  "I'm going to use my mouth on your pussy, Kira. I'm going to lick and suck you until you come for me, come all over my face."

  Her mouth parted as she dragged in air.

  He wanted that mouth, those full, perfect lips around his cock. But he'd save that treat for later, after they came back from the parties. They'd indulge in a long, wild night of sex. A dozen positions flashed through his mind.

  "Then I want to slide my cock into your slick pussy, slow and easy until you take it all, and my balls rub up against your ass." He pinched her nipples, tweaking them into swollen buds.

  She grasped his shoulders as her knees wobbled.

  He held her hips and knelt before her. "Aw sweetheart, you left a little patch of your curly red hair for me to play in." He kissed her just above the tuft, and it tickled his chin. "How did you know I like a little muff?"