He looked down at his white muscle shirt, stained with dirt and sweat. “I was thinking a ride on horseback. I need to cool down, and I want to show you the west side of the ranch. There's a lake we can swim in."
Smiling, she walked past him. “Let me get my swim suit and change into riding clothes."
"I'll meet you out front. The horses are saddled and ready, and I had the cook pack a picnic for us."
Reno swung back and kissed him. “How thoughtful."
His hands ached to hold her, but he was a smelly mess from working in the stables. “Hurry up. I'm hotter than sin on a Saturday night."
She grinned and skittered out of the room and up the foyer stairs. “I'll be right down."
Watching her sweet butt hustle up the steps, he licked his lips. Goddamn, he wanted her. His cock shot full of blood, pressing painfully against his zipper.
He'd take her swimming, feed her whatever fancy chow the cook rustled up, then give her a ride she'd never forget.
Three hours later, they lay on a blanket at the edge of the lake. Reno in her now-dry bikini, Chase in his trunks, feeling human again after washing off the grime.
Lying on her back, she gazed up into the tree branches. “Delicious. Where did you find a cook who makes cilantro-lime shrimp salad and stuffs it into a popover?” She patted her stomach.
"He likes having you in the house. He gets away with all that fancy shit. Pardon my language.” He turned his head to look up at the tree. “I like a steak, or burger. Ribs. Fish sometimes."
She glanced at him. “Not a popover-type guy, huh?"
He let out a laugh. “Not hardly. But for you...” He rolled onto his side and touched his hand on her stomach. “I'd even eat French food."
Now she laughed. “What's so terrible about French food?"
"Snails."
"Have you ever tried them?"
"Yep. The first cook I hired wanted to expand my grocery list. Didn't work. He lasted about two weeks, and I sent him packing."
"Did he put cream sauce on your ribs instead of barbecue sauce?"
"Damn near.” He sat up and settled his hat on his head. “The fool tried to stuff a ribeye steak with some kind of pigeon."
"Squab?"
"Yeah, that's what he called it. The guy was nuttier than a squirrel turd."
She laughed and rolled toward him. He loved her smile. Then he glanced down at her breasts, barely covered by her pink bikini, and his cock stiffened.
"C'mon over here."
Her cheeks pinked up, and she batted her lashes. “What do you have in mind, cowboy?"
As he pushed one cloth triangle to the side of her breast, his fingers caressed her tight nipple, stroking it, squeezing just enough to let her know he was serious. Then he replaced his fingers with his lips. He bit the sweet bud and flicked it with his teeth.
She moaned and grabbed on to his bicep.
His hand slid down her soft skin to the top of her bikini bottom, then slowly snuck under the fabric, finding her clit hard for him, and her lips juicy and just starting to swell.
Within seconds, he had her bottom off and he slid a finger up into her sweet cunt. “Goddamn, woman. You make me insane."
"Do I?” she moaned.
"You know you do. You walk around my house with that twitchy little ass of yours.” He slid his finger out of her and reached into the pocket of his trunks for a condom.
"Twitchy little...how dare you?” she snapped with a grin on her face. Then she stood, and with her hands on her hips, said, “I thought I had a bodacious ass, like in your song.” She turned and sashayed away through the tall grass and wildflowers.
Her smooth skin in the sunlight made his mouth water for a long, sensuous lick of every part of her. And her curvy ass, damn if he didn't want to slide his cock into her puckered little hole, but he was too fired up to fuck her back door right now. He'd save that pleasure for a day when he had more time. And patience. Right now, he had to be inside her...
"Get your ass back here,” he shouted and arched up to slide off his trunks. His cock bounced free in the warm air.
"You didn't say please.” She flipped her hair back at him, and bent at the waist to pick a flower.
The view of her sweet pussy framed by her perfect, round ass was outrageous, and he palmed his shaft, sliding his hand along its length, wanting it to be her skin.
He should beg, just to get his cock inside her, but whatever game she was playing, he wanted to play, too. “Woman! Don't make me come after you!"
She straightened, showing him her profile. “You could never catch me, old man."
"Old?” He leapt to his feet, and she jerked, dropping the flower. “I'll show you old.” He stalked toward her.
She let out a shriek and bolted in the opposite direction, laughing crazily.
He took a hop, then ran hard and fast, and was upon her in seconds. Grabbing her around the waist, he lifted her off her feet. “There's no getting away from me, Reno."
She slapped at his hands. “Let me go, you evil letch."
He released her, only to grab one wrist, bend and grab her opposite knee, and lift her over his shoulder in a fireman's carry, her warm skin rubbing against his, kindling a fire in each nerve she touched.
She squealed and laughed. “Chase, you put me down."
Dominating her this way sent a rush of desire through him, and her weight felt like a feather as he strode back to their blanket. Reaching up, he swatted her behind. “You hush now."
Her indrawn breath was followed by a soft moan. Then she asked, “And if I don't hush?"
He spanked her again, harder, and she whimpered, a sound he recognized as pleasure. His woman liked a little discipline. And he'd enjoy giving it. A fresh surge of blood pulsed into his cock as he visualized how he wanted her. On her hands and knees in front of him, her ass high in the air, her slit open and slick for him.
At their blanket, he set her down, and when she turned to scamper off again, he held her wrist. “Uh uh. The only place you're going is on your knees."
Her eyelids drooped and she bit her lip, her body shivering even in the Texas heat. She obeyed, kneeling before him staring up at him just inches from the head of his stiff cock. Then she licked her lips and looked at his rod.
A glistening drop of pre-cum formed on the tip, and without hesitation, her pointy tongue laced out and licked it from him.
His body shuddered with hot, mind-bending lust and he almost gave in and let her suck him off, but he wanted to follow her lead. He'd play the dominant to her submissive today. A game he'd love to play more often with her.
"I didn't tell you to lick me, woman."
She blinked her eyes at him and shrugged. “I do what I want.” She licked him again. “What are you going to do about it?"
"Ah, naughty girl. You know what happens when you don't obey.” He walked around in back of her. “Spread your legs for me."
She complied and he thrilled at the shiver that visibly shook her body.
He knelt, his legs between hers, only touching her in one place, the head of his rod on her plump ass cheek. The contact sent a volt of electricity charging up his cock to his balls.
"What happens when I don't obey?” she asked, breathy excitement in her tone.
He wanted to touch her. To hold her and kiss her neck, play with her nipples and find her clit, but this was her game, and he'd play by the rules. “Bend over."
She did, setting her hands on the blanket.
The scent of her tangy musk reached his nostrils, and his cock jerked, wanting to be sliding into that sweet creamy pussy. “Further,” he said, needing to see how far she'd go with this.
Immediately, she bent lower, pressing her cheek to the blanket, her arms over her head. “Chase,” she whispered.
He swatted her butt cheek. “Do you deserve a spanking?"
"Mmm hmm."
This time, he smacked her harder, but on the other cheek. “Have you been naughty?"
"Yes.
Very, very naughty."
The wind picked up and folded the corners of the blanket, but Chase didn't care about anything but this sex goddess offering herself to him.
He spanked her ass four times, leaving red handprints on her white skin. Had he been too rough?
She cooed, “Even naughtier."
Her invitation to make it rougher send a harsh buzz through him, and he paused to open the condom and slide it on his pulsing cock. Thrusting his hips forward until he touched her, the heat of her slit burned him through the condom.
Letting out a cry, she arched back onto his cock, impaling herself, a shudder ripped through her body. “You feel so huge inside me."
His head dropped back with the pleasure of his shaft deep inside her canal, but he couldn't follow his body's urge to jackhammer into her. She started this game, but he had to make the rules. With his hands on her ass, he withdrew and spanked her. Hard. A half a dozen times. “I set the pace, woman."
"Please. Don't make me wait."
Her whimper turned him wild, and an inch at a time he jerked his rod inside her slick cunt, punctuating each thrust with a slap. “Do you like that? When I fuck you and spank you?"
Reno's face pressed into the blanket and her nipples rubbed against the cloth, working up a friction as Chase slid his cock into her pussy. “Uh huh. Yes. More. Please.” She hadn't been spanked before, and when the idea popped into her head today, she didn't know how to ask him for it. So she teased and taunted him until he got the message.
And oh, God, how he jumped right in and took over. The sting on her ass combined with the pleasure of his big, hard rod sliding in and out of her slit turned up the heat inside her, melting her inhibitions, and making her crave more.
He rammed into her, deep and fast, and smacked her a couple times, but quickly there were fewer slaps as his palms grasped her butt cheeks and held her in place while he pistoned his cock into her sensitive canal, his balls slapping against her mound.
His hand slid down from her ass to her clit, barely touching her before her pussy convulsed around his shaft, her body shivering and shimmering out of reality, into a pleasure so fantastic that it brought tears to her eyes.
And he joined her in orgasm, his groan loud, “Reno, goddamn, I want to...” He thrust into her, his thigh muscles bumping hard against her soft ones as he sought to bury himself deeper.
Then they collapsed onto the blanket with him behind and half on top of her. He wrapped an arm around her and kissed her neck, then bit her lightly, and sucked her skin into his mouth, leaving his mark. “Mine."
She closed her eyes and snuggled into the arm he held strongly around her, pressing his palm to the valley between her breasts. “My heart is yours, too."
Chase stiffened.
Reno's eyelids popped open and she glanced up at him. What had she said? It was too early to talk about...love. He looked down at her, his face scrunched into a confused frown. Or was it?
Smoke nickered and tossed his head, and they saw Chase's hat on the path. The wind had taken it, and another brief gust sent it flying two feet further away.
Chase jumped up and went after it and Reno watched his tight ass flex as he ran.
Then he set his hat on his head and looked out over his land, a potent mixture of pride and appreciation on his face. The same way she looked at her home in South Dakota. She loved the idea that he was so much like her. Hard working, unaffected by stardom. Born and raised in a small town, valuing people for who they were, not what they owned. Not like Drake, and not like the literary elite he called “friends.” She never fit into his crowd, no matter how hard Drake tried to reshape her.
But how would she fit into Chase's crowd? He talked about the guys in his band, his manager, a few of the neighbors, and a couple country stars he called friends. What would they think of her? Just another in a long line of Chase's women? She would prove to them she was good for Chase, a worthy partner for him.
He caught her stare. “What's on your mind, Reno?"
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Chapter Ten
Reno sat on the blanket as Chase stood over her, gloriously naked except for his hat. She shrugged and smiled then glanced away. She wasn't ready to share this intimate trail of thoughts with Chase. It'd probably scare him half to death.
Across the lake, the sun snuck below the treetops, sparkling its last rays across the waves made by a fresh breeze. Birds chirped in the willow tree on the shoreline. She could be happy here.
Caught by the wind, the condom packet tumbled against her leg. She picked it up and tucked it into the picnic basket. She brought a lot of them with her, wanting to contribute her half of the birth control expense, since she hadn't been able to start on the pill yet. But her periods had always been irregular, and she had to wait until after her next period to start taking the oral contraceptive. She just had to be patient.
"Look.” He pointed to the lake.
Her hat floated, half-submerged in the middle of the lake like a waterlogged canoe. “Oh, pooh. I paid twelve dollars for that hat."
"Twelve bucks? Hell, can't waste all that money. Let's go rescue it.” He secured his hat under the picnic basket, and called, “Race you.” He took off without warning.
"Cheat!” she laughed as she scrambled to her feet and followed.
He whooped and hooted as he did a high-step run into the shallows, then dove in when it was deep enough. By the time she caught up to him in the middle of the lake, Chase had her soggy, unstarched hat on his head.
"Ruined?” She tread water next to him.
"Yup. We'll have to go to town and shop some."
She swam closer, wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his shoulders. His big muscles worked harder to keep them both afloat. “I don't want to go to town. I want to stay here."
"Forever?” His tone sounded teasing, but his eyes were serious. He looked to her for an answer.
She smiled, the sweet knowledge that he waded into the same intimidating waters as she did, gave her heart a jolt. But she didn't want to rush it. Not with this man, who possessed every quality she was looking for in a mate. They had to go slowly, set a good, strong base for their relationship.
She answered, “For now."
The next evening, they sat at the poolside table finishing the grilled steaks he cooked. Chase stretched and said, “Wanna put your cowgirl boots on and go dancin’ with me?"
"Dancing?” She took the last sip of her beer.
"Yup. There's a thing I want to be a part of."
As she picked up the dishes, she asked, “What kind of thing?"
He helped her carry the leftovers into the kitchen. “It's hard to explain. You'll see when we get there."
An hour later, he turned his pickup truck into the driveway of a huge one-story building with neon lights in every window. The place stood in the middle of nowhere, the only other building was a gas station across the road. “A bar? This is where you're taking me?"
He parked twenty rows back, jumped out and walked around the truck. Opening her door, he grinned under his tan cowboy hat. “Yep.” They walked across the crushed shell parking lot.
She tucked her hand around his arm, feeling the soft flannel of the rolled-up sleeves of his blue shirt. A sexy, new look on him. “The ‘thing you wanted to be a part of’ is a bar?"
"No. It's in the bar.” He winked. “And you look beautiful tonight, Reno."
She'd worn her boots, as instructed, and a short denim skirt and a cap-sleeved, red blouse. But they hadn't made the trip into town yet to buy her a new hat.
When they walked in the door, the muscle-bound bouncer rumbled, “Mr. Tanner."
Chase shook the man's hand. “Mr. Miller.” From a roll of cash in his pocket, Chase peeled a twenty and handed it to the big man.
The bouncer held up his hand. “You're free tonight."
Chase shook his head. “For the cause."
"Thank you.” The employee took the twenty and stuff
ed it in a big glass bottle on the floor, then tipped his hat to Reno. “Ma'am."
She smiled and looked around. Two huge bars ran the length of the opposite walls, a band played a familiar country song in one corner, and what had to be a hundred people two-stepped around the dance floor.
Chase nodded toward the dancers. “Wanna?"
"Sure.” She grimaced. “It's been a long time, though."
"C'mon. I'll learn ya."
He swung them in among the dancers and expertly lead her through two rotations around the floor before the lead singer yelled, “Yee-haw, folks! We have a celebrity here tonight!"
Chase nodded to the man and kept dancing.
The singer said, “Chase Tanner has agreed to sing a song for us, on one condition—y'all need to open your wallets.” He took off his hat and set it on the floor at the front of the stage. “If you tightwads can cough up enough money to fill this hat, he's gonna come up here and perform for us."
People around them hooted and clapped, and folks made their way to the stage and dropped cash in the hat.
Reno asked, “What's the money for?"
Chase looked over her shoulder then turned her. “That couple at the bar owns a horse rescue operation, and they're having a rough time."
How wonderful that the entire community supported them. She looked up into Chase's eyes. “It's so nice of you to help your friends."
He shrugged. “Don't know them. Just know they need some help right now."
A sweet ache choked off her breathing. “You're amazing, Chase. I knew you were a good cowboy, but I didn't know how good."
One side of his mouth curled up, and she would swear he blushed. “A person's gotta do what he can for others."
The song ended, and they looked up at the stage. The hat overflowed with money, some of it tumbling out onto the stage.
"Well...” Chase led her to the bar. “Looks like I have to go to work."
A gentleman cowboy stood and offered Reno his barstool. “Ma'am."
Chase said, “Thank you. Would you mind looking after my lady for a few minutes?"
The man blustered, “Mr. Tanner, it would be my pleasure.” Taking the position of bodyguard seriously, his chest puffed out.
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