The Rider's Dangerous Embrace (An Interracial Bad Boy Romance Story) (2 page)

It was one that screamed lust.

He could get lost in eyes like that. At least for a little while.

“So, are you going to give me a chance to win my hate back?”

“Depends, you going to give me a reason to want to play again, you going to up the stakes?”

“I win, I take my hat back, and you home.”

“And if I win?”

“What do you want?”

“To keep your hat. And I want to take
you
home.”

“I think that’s a fair deal.”

As the song faded they stopped dancing. She pulled him across the dance floor and back into the billiard room.

“Rack ‘em up.” She twirled her finger, a sweet little smirk on her face. This woman really thought she had it in the bag.

Luke was only too happy to let her keep thinking that. Grabbing the rack, he arranged the balls in it and set it up.

“You’re going first.”

It wasn’t a question, a request, or a suggestion. It was a command, and she was only too happy to oblige. What she didn’t realize was that she had fallen into his trap. He wanted her to have this much confidence. This much willingness.

He knew exactly how to play to get what he wanted. Until she took her first turn.

She was good, better than the last time, better than he realized. Letoya wasn’t lying when she said she was a hustler. He’d known plenty of them in his time, and he was surprised he hadn’t taken her at her word. Always the fool.

She hit half her balls in on her first turn, the knock of the heavy pool balls echoed in his ears as they smacked up against each other.

Finally, with a smile, her turn ended.

“Not bad.” Was all he said as he bent down and took his own turn. Hitting his solid into the corner left-hand pocket. He rose and sunk another one in. And another. Letting his prowess show. He was no fool, and he wasn’t about to be taken this time.

He really liked that damn hat.

The turns traded back and forth her than him. Then her again. She was damn good, and closing in on him fast. Despite how much he used his intellect and his skills, he found himself overtaken. Until all that stood between him and his head were four pool balls. One was his; two were hers, and the eight ball. Fuck.

He didn’t even stand a chance; she got up there and sunk in ball after ball, until the eight ball was gone.

Not even a turn.

“Shit,” he drawled, shaking his head. This was just not his night.

Couldn’t fucking win a damn thing.

“Guess I’m keepin’ the hat. And you’re comin’ home with me.” She was awfully pretty. The kind of woman who had a smile in her eyes, even when her face was stern. He really liked that. And he liked her curves.

Damn, he almost had to look away.

“Fine, but I’m drivin’.” Luke chewed the inside of his lip and then looked her over. She was a lot more intoxicated than him; he could handle twice that kind of liquor and not feel a thing.

Came from all those years of rodeo chasin’.

“That’s okay, I don’t mind giving directions.” She wrapped herself into his side, plastering her body up close to his, “And I don’t mind giving baths. Damn, you are dirty.”

“You don’t know the half of it.”

***

Luke’s rusty old pickup truck roared into Letoya’s driveway, the sound of his bad muffler echoing off the little post war houses. It was a cute neighborhood, small, country. Just like every other neighborhood in this little old town.

“My unit is the one in back.” Letoya motioned as she leaned into him, her body tight up against his the whole ride there.

She smelled good, like something fruity and bubbly but it wasn’t the kind of good he could get used to. He wanted a softer smell against him, something to sooth him, instead of wake him up.

But it would do for now.

She giggled, actually giggled as she reached over him and opened his door. “After you,” She gestured.

He slid out and watched her as she followed him, sliding off of the seat of his truck and down onto the ground before she turned around and slammed the door shut.

“I can’t wait to get my prize inside.”

“You mean my hat?”

“No, you.”

“Didn’t reckon I was the prize.” He grinned at her. Didn’t matter if he won at pool or not. He got exactly what he wanted.

“The ultimate one.”

Funny he thought that about her. He wrapped his arm around her and took in her scent, her body fitting up against his, the thin frame comfortable, but again, not perfect.

He liked a woman with some meat on her.

“What kinda drinks you got in there?” He still hadn’t forgotten what he came to forget, and he needed to get some more alcohol in him quick.

“Tequila.” It would work all right.

“Limes?” he asked.

“How do you know?”

“It’s what you wanted at the bar. You seem like that kinda girl.” His hand dipped lower on her back the pockets of her jeans, grabbing what he wanted, but it only seemed to make her friendlier.

“Baby, you have no idea who I am.”

Oh he knew her type, right down to the pseudo-western decor that he was sure adorned her home. Letoya grabbed her keys and started jingling them in her hand. Suddenly, she stopped and turned, looking at him. “Are you a real cowboy?” she asked.

“What?”

“I wanna know. Are you a real cowboy? You got the hat and the dirt. Are you?”

“I dunno, I’m a bull rider. That real enough for you?” He watched as she leaned against him, her dark skin against his light. It was a beautiful contrast, and to be honest, it made him thankful for all the different kinds of people in the world.

Not everyone was just like him.

“Sure is.” She said, grinning as she turned and put her key in the lock. “I like real cowboys.”

Shoot.

Just as he predicted. Luke walked in to an array of western decor stretching all the way back to the obvious 1970’s. This girl loved her some cowboys.

That was exactly what he was going to give her. Luke didn’t waste any time, rather than saying a word he headed right for her liquor cabinet and started pulling down bottles and shot glasses. Dammit, he needed a quick pick me up.

“You want one or two?” He asked, filling them up.

“One. No. Two.” She said as she walked up to him, wrapping her arms around his waist from behind. He could feel those firm breasts on his back, teasing him.

His cock twitched.

“I can do that.” He poured them each two shots and then grabbed one, slamming it down his throat, then the other.

She grabbed on of hers. “Slow down there, cowboy. Don’t want you to be passing out before I even got you in my bed.” Letoya slammed down a couple of her own.

It wouldn’t matter. She just needed to take it all off and take him to that little land of pleasure that would let him forget all of his disappointments. Forget that he was a disappointment.

He shook away the dark thoughts that were threatening to overtake him and turned so that instead of facing away from Letoya, he was facing towards her.

Such a welcome little distraction.

“You gonna chase down my alcohol with a little kiss?” he asked, grabbing her and pulling her into him. She giggled, but made no move to push him away, instead folding herself into his arms. She was pliable and soft, just like he liked them.

And her kiss was excellent.

Those salty sweet lips touched his and pulled at his memories, stuffing them away and forcing him to live in the here and now. To be perfectly present without having to think, and that was exactly what he wanted.

He held onto the kiss, but she bit his lip a tiny little growl escaping from in-between her teeth.

Damn, this woman was certainly feisty. He grabbed her up and pulled her into him, wrapping her legs around his waist.

“Which way to the bedroom?”

She didn’t say anything, buried too deeply into his neck, she just kept kissing him, pointing in the direction of the hallway.

He would have to figure it out for himself. He carried her down the hallway, looking into two different little rooms before he came upon what had to of been her bedroom.

It was small, like the little apartment, but it would do.

He threw her down onto the bed and looked over at her, practically salivating with desire.

“Jesus, you throw all the girls around like that?” she asked biting her lip.

“If I can get away with it.” Fuck, he liked that.

She just gave a little snort and looked up at him from the bed.

“What are you planning on doing with me, Luke?”

“Whatever I damn well please.”

It spurred him on, and he shucked off her skirt in record time. Leaving her in just her tank top and panties, Luke reveled in her body, letting it chase away all of his anxiety about the rodeo, about everything she took matters into her own hands and pulled his shirt off, his rippling muscles obvious in the moonlight. Luckily there were no clouds and the night was clear.

She ran her fingers down his chest, dipping into each groove as she felt the contours of his muscles. She bit the edge of her lip and then looked up at him.

“You work out a lot?” she asked.

Life as a cowboy, as a farmer, was not easy. But rather than saying anything deep he just gave her a look. “What do you think?”

It wasn’t the first time he was asked, but she could tell that she was all about his muscles. She must’ve loved them. Her hands floated across the various bumps of muscle, and the scars. Some put there from the damn bulls, some from work, and some from
her.

Dammit. He didn’t want to think about that bitch right now.

Instead he wanted to concentrate on Letoya, so he bent down and kissed her, letting her control the depth of it. But she was hot, and she was lustful, and in the end they were both panting from the passion of that kiss.

“If you keep touching me like this, I won’t be able to control myself. Is that what you want?” Mischief flashed in her eyes as he admitted it. It was like she was searching for that very question.

“Yes. Very much.” She reached for his pants and pushed them down, just enough to give her taste of his big cock. It left him exposed and she meant to take advantage. “I want the real you. The cowboy in you. I ain’t looking for anything less.”

Neither was he.

Standing before her he removed his belt from his already open jeans and placed the big buckle on her nightstand, then pushed his pants down to his ankles and stepped out them. He was standing there in next to nothing, so she must have decided to help by reaching over and tugging on his boxer briefs. Giving an appreciative whistle as she pulled them them down so she could free him.

“You’re a big’un.”

“So they tell me.”

Letoya wrapped her hand around his girth, making him lose just a little control, his cock twitching ever so slightly, but he could tell by the look in her eyes that she felt it. “Damn, you are going to be fun to play with.”

Wrapping her arms around him, she pulled him down onto the bed and giggled, shifting so that he was laying at she was in control. Or at least she thought she was.

Luke never gave that up.

“Damn,” She said again as she inspected his body. “You really are perfect.”

“Far from it.” Luke reached down and grabbed her tank top pulling it off to reveal perfect, yet small fleshy mounds that giggled just a little as the fabric came off.

His rough, calloused hands cupped one, gripping her deep red nipple and giving it a pinch before he let his hands wander lower, dipping down to the waistband of her panties and into them. He wanted to feel her desire, to know exactly what she wanted from him.

She was so wet that the crotch of her panties were completely soaked. Damn.

“You want me?” He asked, looking up into her eyes.

He slipped off those panties.

“Right now I do.” She admitted, her voice hungry with lust as he slipped one of those fingers into her, making a slight come hither motion while she bucked into his hand.

This was the kind of control he was looking for. He couldn’t make the bull keep him on, he couldn’t make
her
do him right, but he could make this girl, this one, right here, cum for him. And that was going to have to do.

She bucked into his hand and then reached for him. “Damn, boy. I wanna fuck you. Please.”

It wasn’t a request, not really, but he didn’t care. Anything to numb it all. To make him forget. He pulled himself out of her and reached for his jeans. Grabbing a condom from his wallet he grinned at her and ripped it off, unwrapping it and rolling it over himself.

Now he was ready for her.

Luke climbed over her and looked down, into her eyes. Letoya grinned at him, wrapping her hands around his neck and pulling him in for a kiss.

“Please, Luke.”