Ride a Cowboy (17 page)

“I loved how you made me feel last night when you did this to me,” he said, working his finger further inside. “God, I nearly came right then. You’re the first woman I’ve ever let do that.” He bent and licked one cheek of her ass again. “And the only one, sugar.”

He pulled his finger back, rolled a condom onto his painfully hard cock and placed the head of his erection at the little opening he’d just greased.

“Deep breath, Jessie. Real deep breath. I’m taking you to paradise with this.”

“Yes,” she gasped. “Yes, yes, yes. Do it. Now.”

He fed his cock into her inch by inch, pressing against the thin membrane separating her two channels. He pushed inside her, and the little metal balls in her pussy rolled together. He could feel them against his cock, sending icy shivers racing through him and ratcheting up his pulse. As he eased himself into her hot, dark tunnel, he turned the little butterfly back on and her body began to shake from the stimulation.

“Oh, god, Kyle. Ohgodohgodohgod.”

He could feel the vibration through the thin membrane separating her two passages, and his shaft thickened even more. He wasn’t going to last long and he knew it. He pushed the switch higher on the butterfly, rolled his hips and hammered into her.

“Come now, Jessie,” he shouted. “Right now. Come, sugar.”

Despite the consuming orgasm that had just wracked her, she exploded with him, rocking her hips back and forth against the invasion of his cock, the heat of his semen scorching her tissues through the latex glove. Every muscle in his body tensed, his balls tightened and he spurted again and again.

When the tension on his body eased, he had enough presence of mind to unfasten the handcuffs and ease Jessie’s arms down to her sides. He retrieved the little Ben Wah balls and detached the butterfly, tossing them all onto the nightstand. Finally, he rolled her to her back and as gently as possible eased the little rings from her nipple, sucking the rosy buds gently as the blood flow returned and with it stings of pain.

He hadn’t used the dildo tonight. God, he’d really been looking forward to seeing her cunt swallow it up. Maybe even her ass. But he’d really gotten carried away, aroused beyond the point of reason. So that toy would have to wait for another time. He sure hoped there’d be one.

He had to get rid of the condom and bathe Jessie. Bathe both of them. But for the moment, he just wanted to lie there, exhausted, holding her in his arms. Stretching the moment. Capturing it. And stunned that the sense of contentment washing over him had as much to do with emotion as with everything they’d just done.

Chapter Five

The minute Jessie opened her eyes, she knew Kyle was already awake. His arms were wrapped tightly around her, holding her against him. She moved tentatively, her body sore in places she didn’t know had feelings yet at the same time she was completely sated. No other man had ever given her such a sense of fulfillment.

When he had finally gathered his strength last night, Kyle filled the tub again and bathed her with incredible tenderness. He paid special attention to her tender, aching nipples and her sore but satisfied cunt. Then he dried her with a warm towel and carried her back to bed, tucking her up against him. She fell into a soft pool of velvet, a dreamless sleep that had wrapped around her like a cloud.

Feeling the solid weight of his body against her, an unfamiliar emotion shifted inside her. She tried to ignore it, pretend it was just morning-after sentiment. Except she seldom hung around for the morning-after and sentiment wasn’t a word she ever used with her play dates.

Closing her eyes again, she willed it away, but it clung like tentacles around her soul.

No, no, no.

She tensed, gathering herself to get up and get Kyle Mitchell moving. Out of her bed, her house and her life.

“You’re not throwing me out this morning.” He kissed the sensitive spot behind her ear. “Quit fighting it, Jessie. I’m not leaving and we’re going to talk.”

She lay rigid in his arms, her Sheriff-Jessie-Ward-armor clanking into place. “Kyle? Listen to me. Whatever you’re thinking, we had a good time last night. For two nights. But that’s all it was. All it can be. We just met two days ago. We hardly know anything about each other. I have a responsible job and you…you…”

“Hobo around the country with the rodeo,” he finished for her.

“Well, yes.” She tried to move again, but he just held her tightly.

“It’s not exactly like that. Besides, you’ve never even seen me compete.”

“See?” She managed to wiggle around in his arms so she was facing him. “That’s exactly what I mean. And you don’t know what I do on my job.”

He grinned at her, that wicked Kyle Mitchell grin. “I know you arrest bullriders who get into fights in your county.”

“I have a
job
,” she emphasized. “That’s just a little part of it. And by the way, it’s a part I thankfully don’t have to do too often. But the minute we get out of this bed, that job becomes a reality again. And so does yours.”

He cupped her cheek with his palm. “Did you enjoy last night, Jessie? No, don’t throw bullshit at me. Just answer the question.”

Heat surged though her body, and she lowered her lashes. “Yes,” she told him in a low voice. “You know I did.”

“Wouldn’t you like to do it a lot more?” She tried again to move away from him, unwilling to answer his questions, but he refused to let her. “I don’t know what you do with your social life, Jessie, but I’m guessing you don’t spend it around here. Or with anyone you might get attached to. Right?”

Of course he was right. Kyle Mitchell was unlike anyone she’d ever met, and she wanted nothing more than a whole lot more nights like the last two. But didn’t he see how impossible that was? They had nothing in common except great sex. He wasn’t at all what she had in mind for herself. If, indeed, she had a type in mind at all.

That soft laugh was a killer to her senses. “I can almost hear your brain frying, sugar, it’s working so hard.” His fingers stroked her cheek, her forehead, her neck. “Give it up, Jessie. We’ve got something going here. I know it. You know it. Don’t you want to see if it’s worth taking a risk for?”

“But—”

He touched a finger to her lips. “But nothing. Let’s take a bath together, Jess. In that big tub of yours. With some of that sweet-smelling stuff you love so much. Just for this morning, call in late. Tell them you have something important to take care of.”

He was impossible. “I can’t. I—”

“Yes. You can. Then we’ll have breakfast, we’ll get dressed. You’ll go to work and I’ll go back to San Antonio.”

She frowned. “I thought you said…” Said what? What exactly had his words meant, anyway? Was she just confused?

“And then I’ll be back tonight. I’ve got two more days before I have to be in Houston for the next stop on the tour. Let’s use them to see if we’ve got anything here.”

She finally managed to push herself upright. “And if we do? Not that I’m saying you’re right, but what happens then? I can’t follow you around the country and you aren’t about to give it all up and settle down here in Watson’s Creek.”

His face sobered. “You sure about that, Jessie? Don’t you want to find out, one way or another?”

She looked away from him. “I don’t know.” And she really meant it. She’d lived behind her invisible walls for so long, she didn’t know if she could get past them or even wanted to.

His fingers danced idly on her arm. “Give us a chance, Jessie. That’s all I’m asking. A chance.”

What could she lose? If it turned out to be nothing, he’d be gone and just a pleasant memory in her mental scrapbook. And at least he wouldn’t be hanging around blabbing to everyone.

Take a chance, Jessie. What can you lose?

“Okay.” Her breath came out on a long sigh. “You win. Tonight. And we’ll see what’s what.”

“I want to take you out to dinner.” He grabbed her wrist as she tried to slide off the bed. “Someplace with a little romance.”

Jessie couldn’t help it. Her jaw dropped. “Romance?”

He chuckled softly. “I hear there is such a thing. Don’t know a lot about it, but I’ll bet they’ve got books in the library.”

She shook herself mentally. “Kyle. I think we’re letting things get a little out of hand here. If you want another night of sex and games, I’m more than happy to drive into San Antonio and meet you. But romance?” She shook her head. “I don’t think so.”

He rubbed his fingers lightly over her hands. “I’m guessing if I looked at your to-do list I wouldn’t find romance anywhere on it.” He touched her lips when she started to speak. “Hush. Just listen. I can’t even tell you why in hell I want to do this, except I really want to find out if we’re both just extremely horny or there’s something more. Come on, Jessie. One dinner. What can it hurt? And you can meet me in the city if you want. If it will make you feel more in control.” He leaned over and put his mouth close to her ear. “But don’t forget to bring the toys.”

She blinked. “I thought you said just dinner.”

“It’s always good to be prepared.”

Jessie couldn’t believe she actually called in and told the dispatcher she’d be late. She’d never done anything like that, even when she was a deputy. Except the one time she’d had the flu.

Breakfast was simple—bacon, eggs and toast—but Kyle ate as if it was the finest gourmet meal in the world. Jessie felt awkward at first, trying to make conversation. She wished he’d just eat and go, give her some space to mull everything over in her mind. Things were moving much too fast and taking her to a place she’d never been before.

When he finally left, she breathed a huge sigh of relief. She’d agreed to meet him at eight for a late dinner, at a Riverwalk restaurant she was very familiar with. A romantic setting, all right. She’d gotten the name of his hotel out of him, although he told her if she called and cancelled, he’d just have to come back out to Watson’s Creek and fetch her. Maybe make a scene.

“And you know what kind of scene I can make,” he teased.

The minute he left, she closed the front door, leaned against it and banged her head against the wood.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Why on earth had she ever agreed to this stupid
date
?

But she knew the answer. Kyle Mitchell was right. Romance had never been something she allowed into her life. Everyone deserved a little taste of it now and then, right? And here was a chance for her to find out what Tricia and her other friends were always babbling about with very little risk. After all, her eight-second rider would be gone by tomorrow and she could go back to her life pretending none of this ever happened.

Yeah, right.

Sighing, she headed for the showers, hoping she hadn’t just agreed to something really, really stupid.

****

Jessie was amazed at how enjoyable dinner was. Kyle was not only attentive, he was charming, funny, and far more intelligent than she expected. Over frozen margaritas and really good Tex Mex, with a mariachi band in the background and the tourist barges floating down the San Antonio River, he entertained her with stories about his career in the rodeo, about growing up on a ranch. About the different people he’d met. He even, in passing, mentioned he hoped some day to settle on a ranch of his own.

And without her realizing it, he drew out her own personal details. Her family, now living in Arizona. Her dream even as a child to be a sheriff.

“Too much Wonder Woman, I think,” she told him with a shy laugh.

Originally, she had every intention of thanking him for a very nice meal, shaking hands and driving back to Watson’s Creek. But by the time the waiter brought the check, she was sorry the meal was over. Sorry Kyle was leaving town. Sorry she might never see him again. And what was up with that?

Which was probably why she found herself in his hotel room, naked except for her sandals, on her knees in front of him with his fantastic cock in her mouth. Her hands were cuffed behind her back—yes, she’d brought the toys from the little pink bag, arguing with herself all the way into town—and his strong fingers were threaded through her hair, holding her head, moving it for maximum angle.

“Your mouth is pure, wet heaven,” he groaned, rocking his hips back and forth. “Holy hell, Jessie. You could make a man forget everything with just that hot, little mouth. That’s it, sugar, suck harder. Yeah, just like that. Shit, I’m gonna come. Swallow it, sugar. Let me feel it shoot down your throat.”

And she did, sucking in the hot, thick fluid, her throat working as she swallowed every bit of it.

When at last his cock softened against her tongue, he pulled back and dropped to his knees in front of her. His hands stroked her cheeks tenderly.

“You are really something, Sheriff Jessie, with the very talented mouth. You know that?” He stood, lifting her in his arms. “Come on, we have some unfinished business from last night.”

Once again she was on her knees, propped on a mound of pillows, while Kyle’s expert hands caressed the cheeks of her buttocks. Stroked the inside of her thighs. Lightly brushed his fingertips against her drenched folds. Jessie couldn’t believe how quickly she’d become aroused and to such a fever pitch.

When she felt the cool thickness of the gel at her anus and Kyle’s finger pressing inside to rub it into her heated tissues, the familiar icy heat skated over her skin and she shivered with anticipation. She held her breath, waiting for the pressure of his cock, but instead she felt the smooth head of the dildo and she tensed.

“It’s okay, sugar.” His voice was low and warm, crawling over her like warm honey. “You took my cock last night, you can take this. You know how. Just take a deep breath and let it out slowly. That’s it. Oh yeah. That’s the way.”

He pushed it in slowly, his other hand between her legs, stroking her pussy and teasing the hot nub of her clit. Then she felt the hot, rough silk of his tongue taking slow licks along the skin of her buttocks, and the walls of her pussy quivered with need.

“There you go,” he said when the dildo was fully inside her.