Cowboy Jackpot: St. Patrick's Day

by Randi Alexander

  He grabbed the brim of his hat to take it off.

  “Uh uh.” She smiled shyly. “Could you…leave it on? Just for now?”

  Naughty girl. “You have a kinky cowboy fetish?” He liked this side of her.

  “No. A kinky Jayden Hancock fetish.”

  Her words shot heat to his groin and his cock swelled. “Cutie, whatever you want.” He laid her back on the bed and held her wrists above her head with one hand. Unfastening her bra, he lifted the cups so her firm, round orbs sprang loose. The cherry red nipples pointing hard toward the ceiling were a decadent surprise. Who knew she’d be so dark here…his mouth watered…and maybe down below, too?

  Arching her back, she silently encouraged him to taste.

  Cupping one of her breasts with his palm, Jayden wrapped his lips around her hard peak. Her strawberry scent snuck into his nostrils as her sweet, fresh taste burst on his tongue. He sucked and teased her nipple, then the other, using his teeth and tongue, his lips and breath, blowing on them until she shivered.

  He slid his hand down her satiny skin and worked the button and zipper on her shorts. He couldn’t wait and slid his fingers under the fabric of her panties to feel her… “Bare?” He gazed at her. “You got waxed for me, Stormie?”

  Her cheeks pinkened. “I didn’t know if…” She swallowed. “Do you like—”

  “Fuck yes.” The words broke from his mouth before he could stop them. Against his fingers, her skin tempted him, soft, smooth, and hotter than sin on a Saturday night.

  Stormie writhed and moaned, a cute little smile on her lips.

  He needed more. As he slid his finger along her slit, her juices coated his fingertip. He pulled his hand from her pussy, gave her a leer, and rubbed her cream on her nipple.

  “Oh…oh…” She stiffened as her breath caught, her eyes glazing over. Her hips jerked in tiny thrusts. Was she going to come? Damn, she was on fire.

  He leaned down and kissed her breast, the brim of his hat brushing her chin. Tipping his head so she could watch, he licked at her nipple. “Delicious.” What was the flavor? Something he knew and loved. He latched on and sucked greedily.

  With a high-pitched squeal, she threw her head back and shuddered.

  “Hold on, cutie. Wait ‘til I get a mouth full of your sweet pussy.” He released her hands and licked a quick path down her stomach, knowing she was on the edge and it had to be killing her.

  “Hurry.”

  He laughed as he tugged her shorts and underwear down and off her, pulling her little tennis shoes from her feet, too. His laughter stopped when he stared at her bare mound, pale and smooth. “Beautiful.” Her legs were long and firm, perfectly toned. He wanted them wrapped tight around him. Around his hips, around his head.

  He knelt at her feet and kissed her knees. Sliding his hands up her thighs, he played to her cowboy fantasy and kept his head down, hiding his face as he licked his way upward along her legs. “Stormie.”

  “Jayden.” She sounded a little nervous.

  “Open for me. Show me your sweet pussy. Let me eat you, cutie. I want to see you go wild.”

  A few seconds went by as she kept her legs pressed together.

  He glanced up at her.

  She watched him, a look of worry creasing her pretty brow.

  “What is it?” He could wait as long as she needed him to.

  Shaking her head, she puffed out her breath. “I guess…nothing.” She concentrated for a moment then relaxed her legs open a couple inches.

  “That’s it, Storm.” He moved his chest between her knees, spreading her further. Her slick, dusky lips appeared, and her musk-sweet scent caught him. His gut clenched and his cock filled and jumped, urging him to slide into her, hard and fast. “Oh man, you are perfection.”

  A quiet whimper passed her lips and she tipped her hips up toward him.

  “That’s the way.” He dropped kisses on her mound, ran his tongue along the outside seam of her cunt lips. “Show me everything.” His palms pressed on the soft flesh of her inner thighs, opening her wider.

  Deep red folds welcomed him into her pussy.

  His body shook with the need to take her. He tongued into her pussy, swiping along her lips, tasting her juices, like shrimp and strawberries. Sucking her folds into his mouth, he licked her, nibbled at her, and moved his head so the brim of his hat brushed across her mound.

  “That’s so good, cowboy.” She purred the words.

  He’d do anything to please her. As he thrust his tongue in and out of her core, he could feel her small size. He’d need to stretch her slowly when he took her with his cock. The thought made him tongue-fuck her faster.

  She moaned and writhed. “I’m ready.”

  He nearly laughed. Such a practical, earthy woman. “If you’re sure, now…” He dragged his tongue up her opening, flat against her hard little clit. Spreading her gently with his fingers, he took a moment to admire her cute bud. He moved in, taking the sensitive flesh between his lips and humming to vibrate around her clit.

  “Oh wow.” Her voice shook.

  He’d perfected the technique, but had never been more excited to let it do its magic. Jayden sucked gently then added his tongue, flicking it over the very top.

  “Jayden!” Her voice echoed in the room as her muscles tightened and she pushed herself further into his mouth.

  Using one hand, he knocked off his hat and watched her climax. Her palms pressed into the quilt, her head tipped back and her beautiful mouth opened, panting shallow breaths.

  Never before had he felt the heart-stopping moment of happiness he experienced this second, with his lips wrapped around Stormie’s clit, watching her explode with the pleasure he brought her.

  Slowly, her body relaxed, her breathing slowed, and she lifted her head to look down at him.

  Jayden pressed soft kisses to her mound and her hips as his hands ran over her thighs. “That was sweet.”

  A soft hum accompanied her satisfied smile. “That was crazy. I’m amazed anything could feel that good.”

  His pride swelled a ways, knowing he’d pleased her. He got to his feet, his knees shaky with his need for her. “It’s gonna get better, cutie.” He lay next to her and traced her breasts, running his palms over her soft, hot flesh. “When I’m deep inside you and our eyes are locked together—”

  “Wait.” Her brow furrowed. “That’s what I’ve got to tell you.”

  He kissed her nipple with a loud smack. That was all the cuddling he had in him just then. He had to take her, burrow his cock into her tight slit. He jumped off the bed. “Talk later, remember?” He tugged his shirttails out of his pants and unbuttoned one cuff.

  Stormie sat up, a little uncoordinated, looking woozy. “This has to be said first, Jayden.” Her voice came out shaky.

  He paused with a button half-undone. A dozen scary things raced through his mind. “What’s wrong? Tell me.”

  Chapter Four

  Stormie sat on the edge of the big, heart-shaped bed, looking pale and unsure. “Nothing’s wrong.” She grabbed a big, pink pillow and held it in front of her, hiding her sexy breasts and her mound.

  The teasing glimpses of the rest of her skin ratcheted his desire into sharp, wild lust. “What, then? What can’t wait until we get all hot and sweaty together?”

  Stormie swallowed, took a deep breath, and squared her shoulders. “How much do you remember from Valentine’s Day?”

  He’d been a little crazy that night—morning—at the strip club. His big brother was getting married, and Jayden had never had a truly romantic relationship. He’d felt lost, like he was missing something important. “I remember the bachelor party, then heading upstairs at the strip club where all you girls and Gigi were watching the guys dance.”

  She smiled softly. “You remember jumping onto the stage?”

  He puffed out a breath. The guys had given him a shitload of grief about that. “Yep. And I remember you and I running off on our own. We went dancing.” That’s where
things started to get murky. “We went a couple of places, right?”

  She nodded. “We ended up downtown.” She shook her head. “We both had too much to drink, Jayden.” Her voice wobbled. “We started telling each other our…secrets.”

  He backed up a couple steps and plopped down in the big white chair. “And you remember all mine?”

  “I do.” She bit at her lips for a moment. “You were lonely. Looking for someone to share your life with.”

  Damn. He’d actually told her that? She must think he was a freak.

  “It was the most intimate thing anyone’s ever shared with me.” Stormie’s eyes looked moist as she tipped her head. “I admitted I was looking for the same thing.”

  It was Jayden’s turn to swallow as a bubble of panic rose from his chest. “And that’s why we got married? ‘Cause we’re both lonely?”

  She plucked at a corner of the pillow. “It was more than that.”

  “Tell me, Stormie.” He could see pain in her eyes and he wanted to kiss it away.

  “I’m sharing this with you because it is relevant to what’s happening here right now.” Her gaze shot to the bed, then back to him.

  “Making love?”

  She nodded. “Or maybe not making love. But you have to know the truth before we go any further.”

  “Uh huh. Because we pinky swore, right?” He tried for a teasing tone, but it came out flat. He had a dark premonition that he didn’t want to hear what she had to say.

  A sad smile curved her lips. “Sure. Because that’s legal and binding.” She held up a hand as if to stop his reply. “Let me get this said before I lose my nerve.”

  This sounded bad. He leaned forward and rested his forearms on his thighs, bracing himself. “Tell me, Storm.”

  “We’d talked about my parents. They’re strict. Religious. They keep a tight rein on me.”

  “Except for this weekend.” It sounded like an accusation instead of a question.

  “Yep. I lied to them. Told them I was going to a symposium in Amarillo with a classmate.” She smacked the pillow. “It goes against everything I believe in, but I just wasn’t ready to confront them.” Her shoulders slumped. “That’s why I’m here. To see if I can fix what you and I did last month using a local lawyer. And also…” Her mouth moved but nothing came out.

  “You can talk to me.” He wouldn’t enjoy this.

  Her face flushed bright red, then all the color drained away. “I’m a virgin.”

  He blinked, squinted, then blinked again.

  She had a death grip on the pillow, her eyes wary as she stared at him.

  His wife was a virgin? He gave his head a quick shake. Wife. Virgin. Two things he’d never imagined having to deal with at this point in his life. He sat back in the chair, his brain pinging with the return of that damn headache.

  “Jayden, I’m sorry. I didn’t mention it to you last month because…well, let me tell you the whole story. Maybe some of it will come back to you.” She tucked her legs up under her and leaned on one hand, somehow keeping the pillow covering her intimate parts.

  “After the license bureau opened in the morning and we got our license, we grabbed a cab and drove through a fast food place for breakfast. That’s when we decided we were a drive-through kind of couple.” She let out a tiny laugh. “The cab driver suggested a nice drive-up wedding chapel and we were—”

  “Wait.” He held up a hand. “We got married in a cab?” A blurry memory surfaced. They’d decided on the drive-through because it would be a crazy story to tell their grandkids someday. As if the whole situation wasn’t wacky enough. He dropped his head back onto the chair. As if getting married was some big joke.

  “I can show you our wedding photos online. I haven’t had a chance to order copies to put in our wedding album.”

  His gaze shot to hers.

  Her playful smile was in direct contrast to the tears shining in her eyes. She was trying to keep it light, and he appreciated her trying to avoid making this into a big thing.

  “Anyway, my parents called as the cab driver took us back to the hotel. They were ready to grab some breakfast and leave for home. They thought I was still with Kira in her room. I told them I wanted to shower and would call them back in a half hour.”

  “Why don’t I remember that?” He rubbed his forehead, easing the headache.

  “You were pretty much out of it by then.” She grimaced. “I had the cab driver help me get you to your room.”

  “Aw fuck.” He mumbled it, but inside, he raged at himself. What a shitty thing to do. He met her gaze. “I’m sorry, Stormie. You deserve better than that.”

  Shaking her head, she caressed the pillow. “It wasn’t that bad. I mean, we didn’t have to carry you or anything. You were just kind of…stumbling.” She grimaced. “And singing really loud.”

  “Great.” He smacked one fist into his palm. “That makes me feel a whole lot better.” He shook his head. “What a jackass.”

  “If you liked that, you’re going to love this part.” Her eyes twinkled with mischief.

  “Uh…if I puked all over—”

  “No, thank God. I had the cab driver help me get you to the door of your room, then I brought you inside. You laid on the bed and I got your boots off. Then…”

  “Yeah?” He held his breath.

  “You were out.”

  “Out?” He frowned. “Like passed out?”

  She nodded. “So we didn’t even get a wedding night.” Her smile was half teasing, half nervous.

  He sat back and went over everything in his head once more. Bits of it were coming back to him. The emotion behind his decision to ask her to marry him. The memory flooded in. He’d begged her to marry him. She hadn’t mentioned that. Maybe to keep him from feeling like twelve kinds of shit.

  No matter how he’d gotten her to agree, he’d wanted to marry her. Narrowing his gaze on her, he prodded at that emotion. He’d wanted to be with her so badly, he’d decided to hitch them together. Permanently. Legally. The possessive feeling in his heart was new and scary, but real. Something he hadn’t known he could feel. He had to push it aside, though. Deal with it some other time.

  She waited patiently for him to digest everything, but one thing didn’t settle right with him. “Your parents keep a close watch on you, sure, but they can’t be with you every minute of every day.” How could he ask this without offending her?

  “You want to know why I’m still a virgin.” Pink color stained her cheeks.

  “If you don’t mind tellin’ me.” He knew the reason had nothing to do with her looks or her personality, and she definitely had a strong sex drive, from what he’d just witnessed. He inhaled through his nose, sucking in the scent of her sex that coated his lips

  “When I was about thirteen, our church youth group took a vow together. We promised to remain pure until after we were married.”

  “Oh yeah?” He bet that lasted a maximum of four years for most of those kids. But not for Stormie. She had a strength of character that wouldn’t let her bend on that vow…or on anything. Like maybe…a wedding vow?

  Jayden waited for the panic of that idea—being married to Stormie for a lifetime—to sink in, but it didn’t. All he had was a strange hunger in his chest.

  “Yes.” She fidgeted, looking at her pillow. “And I’ve kept to that promise.” She met his gaze for a second and looked away.

  Things started clicking into place. “So you’re here with me now because we’re married.” A dose of cold reality struck him and he got to his feet. “And you can finally lose your cherry.”

  She sucked in a breath and her eyes took on a hurt expression. “I could have just let you pop my cherry…” She made a sour face. “…without saying a thing to you.” She slid her legs off the bed and set her feet on the floor.

  He’d bet if she had clothes on, she’d be standing right up to him now, hands on hips, attitude in high gear. His cock jerked and his balls tightened. Man, he’d like to see her up
in his face, ass naked.

  She gave him a glare. “Don’t give me that sexy cowboy look. You just accused me of only using you for sex.”

  When had he become so sensitive to being considered a sex object? He’d slept with a dozen buckle bunnies. All he was to them was a tool with a big belt buckle. “So we have sex. Then what?”

  “Then we get a divorce.” Her words were slow and quiet.

  They hit him like a tornado. “What?” He held his temple as shock turned into anger. He paced to the bathroom door and back, then stood in front of her, his legs spread, his face hot. “Oh, I get it. Then you go back to Oklahoma and start sleeping with all the men you want because the vow you took never said you’d only have sex with the guy you married.”

  She growled. Actually growled. “I wasn’t planning on going door to door.” Her eyes burned hot and her lips pressed tightly together.

  The thought of her going door to door, even going to one door, having sex with another man—it damn near killed him. “Shit, woman. You’ve got me so damn frazzled…” What was happening to him? He didn’t know what to do with himself. He stomped out of the bedroom into the main room of the suite.

  ****

  Stormie wanted to rip the pillow in two. No, she wanted to whack him over the head with it until he promised to act like a reasonable human again. She’d anticipated a little bit of hesitancy from him, but an all-out meltdown, she hadn’t…

  Damnit, yes, she had. She knew he wouldn’t take it well, her wanting to have sex then get divorced. That was just one of the reasons she wanted him so badly. Her heart had connected with his last month, and whoa-heavens, how her body had responded to him just minutes ago.

  He was a gentlemen, a good person, and there was no one in the world she wanted to give her virginity to except him.

  She waited to hear the hotel door slam after him, but she only caught a few clicks.

  Heaving a breath, she slid off the bed, found her clothes, and carried them into the bathroom. Glancing around, she spotted a huge walk-in shower and a heart-shaped red bathtub. “You’re kidding me, right?” The man she wanted to have in her bed had just walked out on her, and she was stuck in a suite designed for seduction.