Dakota Love Me: Tiller Brothers Book 2 (15 page)

Georgia was sitting in the rocker on the cabin’s front porch getting ready to work some leather lotion into some of the harnesses when she heard a vehicle pull up in front of the main ranch. She wiped her hands off and stood up.

She couldn’t see who it was. Her heart sped up.

Her eyes quickly scanned the nearby corral as she looked to see if Joe, their ranch foreman, was still working with the horses.  What if it was Sharon or one of her minions there to do her harm?  Joe started to climb on the fence to come check out who had arrived at the ranch.  She saw him stop and wave to the newcomer.

Georgia’s head flew around to see who it was.

Oh my God, Dakota
.

She was off the porch running into his arms.  His lips met hers as he lifted her into the air and held her close.  It might have been minutes or longer, she was beyond thinking, when Dakota finally pulled his lips away from her.  “I missed you Georgia.  God so much.  Is your dad around?”

Her hand caressed his cheek.  She couldn’t quit looking into his eyes, “No, he’ll be gone for a few hours.  Out checking the cattle.”

Dakota turned and acknowledged Joe, “Thanks for keeping an eye on her.  I got her now.”  And he picked Georgia up and carried her into the cabin, locking the door before he took her into the bedroom. 

She would have been happy if he’d taken her as soon as he walked in the house, but with all the windows, she knew they needed privacy for this reunion.

And Dakota didn’t disappoint. 

The minute he closed the door he was all over her, slamming her into the door and ripping her clothes off before she could even help.  His tongue was plunging into her mouth and he was touching her everywhere.  She was already moaning and moving her body in the rhythm of lovers.

He hadn’t even removed his coat, but he unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants dropping them around his boots.  His large hands lifted her naked butt up and he wrapped her legs around him as he plunged into her.  He growled at her as his lips found the pulse at her neck.  “Honey, I’m going to be rough and fast, can’t help it…”

“I want this too.  Oh God Dakota, faster,” she moaned.

Their pulses beat in harmony and their breathing escalated to the point of their needing to cry out as ecstasy washed over their bodies as they both jerked and trembled to the heat of their joint orgasm.  He gripped her butt and back tighter to him squeezing every last bit of pleasure from her.

When he finally let her slide down his body, he touched her skin where the cold buttons of his coat had left a mark on her.  He leaned his head down to kiss the marks.  “Sorry Georgia, I needed you quick.”  He turned her body around and ran his hand over her back.  He kissed her shoulders where he had slammed her against the door.

He lifted her up and carried her to the bed and quickly finished undressing himself.  “I forgot to use the condom again.”

She just smiled at him.  “Best case scenario…,” she reminded him.

As his body slid down over her naked body, she caught her breath. 

Damn so hot
.

His lips went to her breasts and she arched her body to receive his mouth.  She whimpered and dug her fingers into his black hair.  His other hand caressed her other breast and the rest of her curves, lingering on her hip.  He pulled away from her and looked up and down her body.  He growled under his breath, “Been way too long.”

She wasn’t surprised he was hard again in just a few minutes.  Dakota was never satisfied with just one time.  He was the kind of lover who wasn’t content until he’d brought her to multiple orgasms and since his lips were heading south, she knew he’d quickly bring her back to another blazing inferno in a matter of moments.

Several hours later and totally satisfied, they lay tangled in each other’s body.  He was still peppering gentle kisses all over her face. She thought to herself, this is what contentment is. She could absolutely get used to this.  The last several weeks had been hard on her and Dakota, but also on her father who had had to put up with her mood swings.

“My dad was getting ready to load me up in the truck and take me to you.  I have not been good company.  I missed you so much.  Can you stay for a while?” she crossed her fingers.

I have some rodeo and advertising commitments I can’t get out of in the next few weeks in California but I promise December is going to be for us.  We aren’t going to be separated.  My family wants me to bring you and your dad for Christmas but that’s the only thing I’d like to do except stay locked in your bedroom.  So you’re stuck with me.  Hope we can figure something out to do in our free time.”

She laughed and smacked him in the arm.  “Oh don’t worry about that cowboy…I’ve been dreaming of places I’d like to make love to you at.  A few of the places we might have to wait until it’s not so damn cold.”

“I like your way of thinking.  How about a hot shower before we go say hi to your dad.  I’m sure Joe told him you were with me, but I’m sure he’d like to see for himself.”

***

The next few days flew by.  Dakota had enjoyed working alongside Georgia and her father.  Justin was doing his best to make him feel more than a welcome guess but as a member of his family.  Being with Georgia’s father helped him with his grief he still felt for his father.  Georgia had told him the ache would never really go away but it would become more bearable. 

Before he knew it he was on the road again to California.  He’s asked Georgia to go with him, but she thought she should stay and help her dad and maybe look for a new job.  She had gotten the word from Wittig that the board had decided to let her go for hitting one of the big rodeo stars.  It might have died down, but Brad had made such a stink to the Sport’s Company that they had no choice.  Dakota was sure he had done it to get back at her and him.  Vindictive.

Dakota had heard Brad wouldn’t be able to compete in California, but he was looking forward to seeing him in Denver.  He had a bone to pick with him and if Brad couldn’t compete a little longer because of some new broken ribs, than that would just be a damn shame.

***

Sharon had been lucky so far.  Before Justin had realized it she had pulled five thousand dollars out of his account.  Then he had changed his password.  She had gone to the ranch to demand some living expense money and when no one was around, she’d seen Georgia go back into the tack room.  She had opened the corral gate hoping the bull would take Georgia out.

She had gotten out of there fast and she and Roy had headed to Brad Smith’s place.  He had asked her to send him a picture of herself which she did, actually sending him a naked picture.  He’d written back fast and told her to get her ass to his place.  And they had made a deal.

Although he was pretty sore, and he looked horrendous with his broken nose and black and blue marks all over his body, she found something very sexy about this younger cowboy.  To seal the deal, she had immediately unzipped his pants and given him a blow job.  Luckily Roy knew if she was having sex, he was to vamoose it out of there.  She decided right there that she would make him a very happy man at least until she was able to get her revenge.

Things had been going according to her plan.  Due to the weather they had decided to wait until the Denver Stock Show to make their move.  Brad told her it would give his body time to heal so that if he had to take on one of the Tiller brothers, this time he’d be ready and not caught off guard by a surprise.

And as Brad started healing he certainly took advantage of the sex between them.  He had gone to the doctor who had re-broken his nose and straighten it out and the swelling and the black and blue was finally starting to fade.  She realized he was a gorgeous looking man and wondered why Georgia had been so blind.  Of course, Dakota wasn’t a bad piece to look at either.  Brad didn’t seem to mind that she was older than him.  He probably didn’t even realize how old she was because she had spent lots of money making sure she was beautiful.  Her experience and willingness to do kinky sex with him was all he seemed to care about.  Although she didn’t like being tied up and getting a strap taken to her, what he gave her after…well it more than made up for it. 

She had had too many of her parent’s drunken friends do all sorts of masochistic things to her.  She only let him because she needed him.  Since he wasn’t forcing it on her, and she was a willing partner, she felt like she was still in control.  If the scales tipped it and he forced her, she’d kill him.  She had done that once before to one of her drunken leeches who had beaten her, stuck rocks up her anus and left her tied up all night.  When he had finally woken up and released her, she grabbed a knife and slit his throat.

She wished she could get at Justin, too and not just Georgia, but he had the money to pay dearly for his little spoiled daughter.  After Brad was finished with her, and they had the money, she would gladly kill them both.  She had always loved revenge.  Revenge for all the things that had gone bad in her life.

***

The short time Dakota and Georgia had spent together before he had left to go to California had been something Dakota would never forget.  During the day they had worked together on the ranch, took long horseback rides, made love a million times.  They hadn’t gotten much sleep during that time, but it was enough to hold him over until he could be with Georgia again.

The last night, they had made love until morning.  They were so in tuned with each other that they always knew what the other one needed the most.  He knew every part of her body and how to make her come by just touching her. 
Fuck
, he was going to miss her.  He had been just a little embarrassed by how swollen her lips always were and how flushed she got when they looked at each other.  Justin had been a gentleman and tried to ignore it for the most part.  He shook his head a lot and looked the other way.

***

Several weeks later she was sitting alone on her couch after a grueling day working the cattle and she turned on Entertainment Tonight.  There he was, in all his cowboy-body-built-for-sculpturing glory, his thick dark eye lashes partially hooding his deep blue eyes as he was interviewed by the reporter listening intently to her question.  Draped all over his shoulder was a woman with rather large tits and Georgia had the urge to throw something through her TV set, but then she saw him give a light shrug moving away from her.  No one else might have noticed the movement so small, but it made her smile.  She was still too close, but now she knew it wasn’t his idea.

Yep, definitely going to have to brand him when he comes home.  She thought of putting the words
mine
right over his forehead, but even she knew that was too obvious.  Maybe she’d mark his neck with hickeys so the clingers would get the hint.  Probably wouldn’t stop them. 
God
just look at him who could blame them. 

Her phone buzzed and she quickly looked to see if she should hit the ignore button, but his smiling face showed up on her phone. “You know I’m going to have to come kick the shit out of her and this cowgirl knows how to pull hair and bite,” she bantered to him on the phone without a greeting.

“Had a crappy feeling you’d be watching this, when I know you don’t usually watch a lot of TV.  Shit.  You know I didn’t want her.  I wasn’t with her.  I only want you.”

“Music to my ears, cowboy, but I already knew that.  You weren’t given off the come get me vibes I’m so familiar with and she’s a red head, not your fav.”

“You’re my fav; you’re my everything.  Turn off the TV and let me talk dirty to you.”

She chuckled, “No sweetheart, I’m enjoying looking at you in your hot jeans.  So they finally outed you and showed your head.  All the girls are going to be snatching up those jeans hoping their boyfriends will look as good in them as you do.  Ain’t going to happen.  No one looks as gorgeous as you.”

There was silence.  “Dakota what are you doing?”

“I’m looking for my car keys, I’m coming home.  Fuck the rest of the tour when my woman is at home waiting for me.”

She heard the rattle of his keys and the door slam and an engine rev up. “Such a sweet talker.  Unless you’re going to the rodeo to ride a snarly bull then you better stop.  Tonight is the only night the bull riding is being televised and I’ve got popcorn and I bought you a big screen TV so I can watch your sweet ass bouncing on that damn bull.  And you better land pretty and not get any bruises because you’re coming home tomorrow for real.  By the way did I tell you I’m going to be watching you, and I’ll be blush naked, probably with my fingers in my pussy just imagining you riding me instead of the bull?”

“Fuck Georgia, now you’ve gone and done it.  I’m not going to be able to concentrate on the bull, my sweet ass is going to be hitting the dirt and to hell with the finals, I’ll be heading to my truck to come to you.  And you damn better be naked when I get home.”

She couldn’t help closing her eyes, and smiling at his voice as it swept over her body.  She really wasn’t naked, still had on her ratty well-worn and torn jeans and a tight t-shirt.  Her feet were naked and she could feel the throb of her heart beat all the ways to her curling toes.

Finally she whispered, “Can’t wait Dakota, but don’t take a dive, they’re only televising the finals so pull it together big guy, grab that rope and hold on for dear life because I’m going to be watching.  Talk to you later sweetheart.”