Keeping his eyes on hers, he used his teeth to tug her panties to her ankles.
She laughed and crooked her finger at him.
But as soon as Fletch got up from his knees, she fell to hers. She gave him the exact same treatment he’d given her. Putting her mouth on the bulge in his Jockeys. But since his had an opening in his underwear, that sneaky tongue of hers just slipped right in.
“Dammit!” He jumped back at the wet swipe on his shaft. “No fair.”
“Aw, I was just having a little fun.”
Fletch shoved his jockeys to the floor. He wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked as Tanna scrambled to her feet.
Instead of moving back, she moved forward, placing her hand over his and standing on tiptoe for an intoxicating kiss.
Curling his free hand around the back of her neck, he pushed her toward the couch.
Tanna broke the kiss to whisper, “Condom.”
“Right. Hang tight.” Fletch grabbed the condom from the front pocket of his shorts. He quickly had it on and returned to where she waited. Her brown eyes were enormous and glazed with lust. Her mouth ripe from his kisses.
“Knees on the edge of the couch arm and your hands on the cushions.”
“You like bein’ bossy in the bedroom,” she challenged, tossing her hair.
Fletch wanted that soft silk wrapped in his fist as he rode her. “Do it.” As soon as she turned around, he pressed his front to her back and grabbed her hair, putting his mouth on her ear. “To show I’m not bossy, I’m gonna let you choose how this plays out, sugar twang.” He blew a stream of air into her ear. “A fast hard fuck.” He nipped the lobe. “Or drawn out until we’re both sweaty.”
A shudder rolled through her. “Hard and sweaty.”
He held on to her hips as she placed her knees on the edge of the couch. She set her palms on the couch cushions, solidifying her stance.
Before he rammed into that tight cunt, he ran his fingertips down her back, gentle as raindrops. Then he smacked the perfect white globes hard—twice on each side.
Tanna’s gasp of surprise turned into a soft groan when he put his mouth on those red spots. Then brushed his lips and smoothed his cheek against the hot skin.
Stepping behind her, he watched her arch as he fed his cock in, inch by inch. He waited, just absorbing the sensation of the wet heat surrounding his shaft and the quiver of anticipation in his legs; the tiny squeezes of her channel that were intimate kisses.
The slow, slow, slow withdrawal.
Then he snapped his hips, driving back in fully.
“Oh God.”
Since she’d asked for fast and sweaty, he fucked her with long, hard, deep strokes and then switched to short, hip-gyrating swirls.
Sweat began to bead on his forehead and he noticed those sexy dimples above her ass carried a sheen. He pulled out completely and bent to lap at those damp indents as he slid his long middle finger in and out of her pussy to keep her primed. Then he followed the seam of her sex with his other hand and rubbed her clit, alternating between a side-to-side motion and a quick flick. Rotating the hand plunging in and out of her pussy, he stretched his thumb, slick with her juices, to sweep across the pink rosebud of her anus and pushed it inside the tiny opening.
Tanna detonated. Her initial cry was quiet compared to how hard she came, her cunt spasming, her swollen pearl pulsing beneath his finger and the sphincter tightening around his thumb.
Fletch realigned his dick, bottoming out deep into her core on the first thrust. And the next. And the next. Driving into her tenaciously.
He was close. She was close again. Grabbing a handful of her hair, he said, “Keep your head up. Imagine you’re wearing a bridle. I wanna hear you when you come this time.”
Four more hard thrusts and Tanna was climaxing again, her cunt a vise around his cock, squeezing and squeezing until he came with a roar.
As soon as he’d regained his lucidity, he realized he’d slumped over Tanna completely. He wasn’t exactly a small guy and he knew she sometimes panicked. “You okay?”
“I’m perfect.” She turned her head and nuzzled his cheek. “You know what? I think we’re gonna be great neighbors.”
Chapter Seventeen
Dead tired after finishing her shift at the bar, Tanna trudged down the path to the employee living quarters.
Conversation echoed back to her.
She stood at the edge of Fletch’s trailer, looking at the people gathered around the ceramic fire pit. Tobin, Hugh, Harlow, Dave and Yvette.
Fletch.
That ticklish sensation started in her belly at seeing the sweet, sexy man who’d been on her mind more than was probably wise, given her temporary status in Wyoming. Fletch had been staying at the Split Rock only a week and they’d already spent most of their free time together.
At a pause in the conversation, she said, “So, did my party invite get lost in the mail?”
Tobin jumped up. “Tanna. Here, lemme get you a beer.” He pulled out a bottle of Bud Light and passed it over. “We’re short a chair, but you can have mine.”
Tanna looked at Fletch. He raised a questioning eyebrow. Here was the moment of truth.
She held her hand out to Fletch. “Keep your seat, Tobin. The doc and I can share.”
He took her hand and tugged her forward, settled her on his lap, her back to his chest. Then he pressed his lips to the side of her neck. The kiss spoke of their intimacy in a way that even a full-blown make out session wouldn’t have.
She felt all eyes on them.
Tobin laughed and his gaze met Hugh’s. “Now it makes sense.”
Hugh nodded.
Harlow grinned and raised her bottle in a silent toast.
Dave and Yvette just looked at each other with a knowing smile.
“So, busy night at the lodge bar?” Tobin asked.
“Crazy busy. This group likes to drink. After I finally kicked them out, they headed to the Buckeye. Their pregnant DD didn’t want to go, but none of them were sober enough to drive.” She looked at Yvette. “I don’t envy the mess you’ll deal with tomorrow. But I’m betting it’d be safe for you to sleep in because none of them are gonna leave their rooms very early.”
Yvette shrugged. “They’ve been decent so far. Family reunions aren’t nearly as wild as college reunions.”
Tobin groaned. “Don’t remind me. Last year the University of Wyoming’s rodeo team held their twenty-year class reunion here. Not only did them guys demand rough stock competitions every day, they partied hard afterward. I swear there was wife swapping goin’ on. Me’n Hugh had to take turns acting as security guards because we caught couples goin’ at it everywhere. Doin’ it in the laundry room. Another couple was making carpet angels right in front of the fireplace in the main room.” He nudged Hugh with his knee. “But your discovery was the best. Tell ’em.”
“I had a colicky horse in the barn so I did a final check before bed. I heard the damndest noise. In the last stall I saw the former Miss Rodeo Wyoming on her knees . . . ah, servicing the former All-Around cowboy, while her husband watched and cracked a bullwhip.”
Harlow’s eyes grew wide. “Omigod. Did you intervene? Did he plan on using the bullwhip on her?”
“For all I know, he might’ve been warming it up for the guy to use it on him. None of my business either way, as long as they weren’t messing with my livestock. Different strokes for different folks.”
Fletch laughed and Hugh grinned.
Holy crap. Hugh had a beautiful smile. First time Tanna had ever seen it from the gruff-natured foreman.
“I ain’t the type to one-up ya,” Dave said, “but I saw the champion tie-down ropers showing off their rope skills . . . not on a calf. But I gotta admit the woman they had trussed up sure sounded like she was enjoying herself. Gives new visuals for the terms header and heeler.”
The guys laughed.
Harlow said, “Bullcrap,” with a sneer. “That sounds like something you guys made up,
doesn’t it, Tanna?”
“Nope. Sounds like a typical Saturday night on the rodeo circuit to me.”
More laughter.
“You saw wild things like that?” Harlow said with disbelief.
“Darlin’, I participated in those wild things and then some. Heck, I acted as ringleader most of the time.”
“So the rumors I’ve heard about what goes on on the road are true?” Tobin asked.
“Completely true. And usually toned down in the retelling.” She swallowed another drink of beer and looked at Hugh. “You’ve hauled stock to rodeos all over the country. Tell Miss Chicago over there we aren’t exaggerating about what goes on behind the chutes.”
“No, ma’am, we are not.”
Harlow still didn’t look convinced. “These women are so hot to get with a cowboy that they just let these guys rope them up? Who likes that sort of thing?”
Tanna raised her hand.
The guys chuckled and Fletch made a growling noise in her ear that traveled straight to her core.
“It ain’t only girls who like that sorta kinky thing,” Hugh said. “A few years ago, I’d forgotten some paperwork, so I had to go back to the rodeo grounds after everyone had left. Or so I thought. I heard whack whack whack. Naturally I got a little closer to the noises and I saw this couple banging by the buckin’ chutes. The guy’s jeans were around his boots and he’s got the woman pinned against the corral, goin’ to town on her. Then I heard whack whack whack again and realized she was smacking his ass with a ridin’ crop. Them barrel racers got a serious thing about getting their money’s worth outta their crops.”
“Hey, I didn’t think anyone was around that night,” Tanna protested. “That was a private moment.”
Everyone laughed again.
Tobin shook his head. “I knew I shoulda joined rodeo club instead of chess club.”
“Chess is much more civilized,” Harlow assured him. “And I’m sure you’d never misuse your knowledge of ropes and stuff to hold a woman against her will.”
“Don’t be too sure about that.”
Harlow looked at Hugh. “What about you, Grumpy?”
Hugh leaned back and cocked his head, measuring Harlow from head to toe. “I’ve been complimented on my tie-down skills a time or two. Never had a lady complain or try to get away.”
Harlow’s mouth fell open.
Hugh, who laughed as rarely as he smiled, emitted the sexiest and most evil-sounding laugh Tanna had ever heard. “Don’t knock it ’til you try it, hippie-girl. And if you wanna try it sometime . . . all’s you gotta do is ask me real nicely.”
“Don’t hold your breath,” Harlow retorted.
Tanna wondered how much Hugh had been drinking. He never gave in to Harlow’s taunts. Poor girl should’ve known better than to poke the bear. It’s the quiet ones you had to worry about.
“And with that . . .” Dave and Yvette said good night.
She took another drink of beer and set the bottle on the ground.
Fletch caressed her arm and murmured, “Tired?”
“Yeah. Working and today’s physical therapy session was killer.” He’d kept his promise to make sure she did her PT at least every other day.
He gently draped her legs off to the side of his chair, curling her body into his. He kissed the top of her head. “Rest your eyes for a bit.”
She nestled her face into his warm neck. He smelled so good. She’d never been with a man who coddled her like Fletch did and she liked it way more than she wanted to admit. When she sighed softly, his hold on her tightened.
He and Tobin and Hugh talked livestock stuff that would’ve lulled her to sleep if she hadn’t already been halfway there. She wasn’t the type to doze off in a man’s arms in public, but the deep cadence of his voice soothed her. Rather than question her sudden, uncharacteristic reaction to this man, she just accepted it.
Sweet kisses roused her, followed by sweeter words. “Wake up, sleeping gorgeous.”
“But I’m so comfy. You make an awesome pillow.”
“I’ll let you sleep on me all night.” His warm mouth grazed her ear. “Come to bed with me, sugar twang.”
“Okay.” The sleep haze lingered and she fought the pull back into slumber.
Fletch stood, keeping her enfolded in his arms, cradled to his chest. “Thanks for the beer and the company, Tobin. I’ll see you in the morning.”
Tobin chuckled. “I’ll be surprised if I see you before noon. God knows I wouldn’t get outta bed if I had her in it.”
“Point taken. See ya next year.”
Tanna smiled against Fletch’s chest.
The night air had bite and she shivered.
“Almost there. Hold on.” He opened and closed the doors and set her down in the bedroom doorway.
“Sweet Lord. What in God’s name is that?”
“You were busy this afternoon when they delivered my new bed.”
She blinked and couldn’t believe her eyes. “This mattress takes up the whole room.”
“California King, baby. A double bed kills my back and my feet hang off the end.”
“You’d really suffer if we had to sleep on the bed in my horse trailer.”
“I’d never use the word suffer when bein’ in a bed with you.”
“Are you just leaving the bed here when your sabbatical is up?”
Standing behind her, he nuzzled the side of her neck as his fingers worked the buttons on her blouse. “No. My guest room will get an upgrade.”
“Lucky guests.”
“Won’t matter. I never have guests anyway.” He tugged the blouse down her arms and tossed it aside. Followed by her bra. “You still tired?”
“He asks with fake concern, as he’s stripping my clothes off.”
Fletch chuckled. “You caught me. But all that talk of ropes and spankings got me hot and bothered. Plus, we need to christen the bed with smokin’-hot sex before we sleep on it or we’ll have bad sex in it.”
Tanna snorted. “That is a load of crap.”
“No, I heard that from an Indian mystic, so it has to be true.” He placed his hands on her hips and his thumbs stroked her bare belly. “So, what do you say?”
“Well,” she forced a yawn, “if you can promise me this christening won’t take long, so I can get some shut-eye, then I suppose I’m game.”
“You . . . suppose?” He pushed her on the bed. She landed face-first and as soon as she scrambled around, he depanted her. He shucked his clothes and jumped beside her, but she barely bounced—which said a lot about the quality of the mattress.
Then his mouth reclaimed possession of hers, his fingers dove between her legs. Teasing her clit until it spasmed beneath his stroking thumb. Fletch fucked her with two fingers while sucking on her nipples. He’d turned her inside out in such a short amount of time that her thighs were sticky and her need for him was a physical ache.
He paused in his erotic torment only to roll on a condom. He pinned her arms above her head and impaled her.
Tanna’s moan was lost in his hungry mouth. He fucked her relentlessly with a sort of mad finesse. Pushing her to the tipping point and backing off—three times. By the time he whispered, “Come for me, Tanna,” her body was damp with sweat, her legs shook and she gasped with each pounding thrust as she unraveled.
Afterward, she lay trapped beneath his big body, listening to his stuttered breaths. Then he brushed kisses on her forehead down to the shiver inducing section of skin in front of her ear. “Sorry, darlin’, that took a little longer than I thought. But I suppose,” he blew in her ear, “that those loud moans meant you didn’t mind losing a little sleep.”
“Such a bratty, cocky man.”
“You hate that I’m always right.”
“Always? In your dreams.”
Fletch ditched the condom and crawled back in bed. “Speaking of dreams . . . now you can use me as a pillow and get some shut-eye.”
Tanna snuggled into him, content on too many lev
els to count. “Okay. But don’t let me sleep late. I have to go to Eli’s in the morning.”
“Don’t worry; I make an excellent alarm clock.”
Chapter Eighteen
After a restless night filled with dreams of her mother, mixed with nightmares about Jezebel, she’d awoken in a cold sweat, her body shaking